#eddie munson headcannon
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Dirty little secret
Summary: Eddie is in desperate need of a fake girlfriend after lying to his band mates about his dream girl.
Warnings: so extremely cheesy, corny, very much classic romcom tropes! Swearing, smut :p not exactly proofread!!
Wc: 11.5k
Y/n walks home, soft rain pattering on the concrete, she watches the drops splash on her black boots. After a long shift at the hideout all she wants to do is get back home to her cozy apartment where she can wash the liquor scent off of her and become useless on her couch.
“Hey, you!” She adjusts her tiny headphones, turning up the volume on her Walkman to drown out any noise around her. “Hey!” She walks a little faster when she spots a van out of her peripheral vision. The van drives slowly, matching her speed. “Hey!” She finally pulls one headphone away from her ear, turning to look at the man.
“What?!” His eyes widen for a second before they return back to normal. “You work at the bar right? The hideout?” She gives him a skeptical look, either he is a regular or a stalker and she doesn’t have the time for either. “Why should I tell you?!” The wavy haired man softly laughs, his ringed hand tapping on the exterior of the old van. “I see you there all the time.”
“Hm…well maybe you’re thinking of someone else?” Y/n picks back up and continues her walk home, but not before she's stopped again. “I need you to do me a favor!” She slowly turns her head back to him, trying to decide if she should give him the time of day or continue on home. “Before you call me crazy and run away, I’m Eddie, my band plays at the hideout every tuesday- you've worked a couple shifts when we play.”
She huffs, but ultimately decides that he might have something valuable to say. “Yeah, so what?”
“So,” he pulls the key out of his van and steps out, feeling the relief of his jeans clad legs finally being stretched. “Just hear me out before you say anything, okay? Basically I'm like the only single one in my band so I kind of…maybe told them that I have a girlfriend?” Eddie finally ends his spell and waits for Y/n’s response. She tosses her arms out a little, letting her hands slap back on her legs. “Sorry about that. What does this have to do with me?”
Eddie gives her a smile, “And that’s where you come in. You are… close enough to the description of what I gave them. So what do you say? Will you be my fake girlfriend?” She blinks at him, her eyes bugging out in disbelief of what she’s hearing. She scoffs, not being able to form any words.
Gulping, she finally musters up a response to this maniac. “Are you serious?! What’s wrong with you? We hardly know each other.” She rubs her forehead, looking back down at the sidewalk.
“Well, yeah. I need this, I’ll pay you back! I’m not sure how, but I promise I’ll make it up to you! And who wouldn’t want to have this.” His hands scan his body, trying to show off what a prize he is. Y/n shakes her head, not that this isn't interesting, and maybe the drama of it all will spice up her ever so boring life of sleeping and working, but she still isn’t sure. “I’ll have to think about it. I’ll call you!”
And with that she makes her way back to her apartment.
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Y/n’s been thinking a lot about that strange encounter with Eddie earlier. He wasn’t a complete stranger, She’s been there a couple times when his band was playing a gig at the hideout but they’ve never had more than a five sentence conversation. She’s gotten into a bad loop of sleeping, working, sleeping, working, she hardly sees friends anymore and she definitely isn’t going out of her way to make any fun just herself, so fake dating really didn’t seem too bad. Maybe this will get her out of the house, and add a little excitement.
She flops open the phone book, finding Eddie’s number and dialing it. She waits for him to pick up, sitting on the counter, picking at her nails. He finally answers and her ear is instantly flooded with the sound of his raspy, sleepy voice. She has to admit, when she heard his tired voice she felt her breath hitch a little.
“What do you want?” He almost growls, his sleepy eyes growing heavier by the second, threatening to close and send him back into a deep sleep. “It’s me, Y/n. I was thinking about our conversation earlier.”
Eddie blinks his eyes back open, “So you call me at one in the morning? Couldn’t this have waited?” Y/n rolls her eyes, but damns herself for continuing to ignore the healthy sleep schedule she so desperately needs. “Well, I was going to agree to it. But maybe it’s just one of those crazy one AM thoughts. Who knows?”
Eddie rubs his hand over his face, rolling his eyes. “Are you doing it or what?” She waits a best before responding, to give herself a second longer to really think it through- but mainly just to leave Eddie waiting. “I’m doing it. But we need to lay down some ground rules. I’ll come over at two tomorrow-“ suddenly she’s interrupted by Eddie’s groggy voice “don’t you mean today?” She shakes her head, rolling her eyes. “I’ll see you at two.”
And just like that, she’s fake dating Eddie Munson.
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Y/n knocks on the door or Eddie’s trailer, patiently waiting to hear him walking towards the door. He flings open the door, standing in a pair of sweatpants with his plaid boxers coming out and a cut off tank top with his lower belly slightly peeking out from his hand resting at the top of the door frame.
“Come on in.” His free hand glides out to show her the way and he lets her step inside before shutting the door behind her. “This is my palace. Take a seat on the couch and I’ll be back with refreshments.” He walks down the hallway and soon joins Y/n on the couch with a cigarette between his lips, offering her one then lighting his own. “No thanks.” She moves the pack away from her and sits her bag in her lap.
“What did you call this meeting for?” He pulls his cigarette away from his lips, letting out the white Smokey air.
“If we are going to fake date we are going to do it my way.” Eddie glances at her without moving his head, then looks right back at the television. “We need to ease into it, not packing on the PDA right off the bat, but also seeming comfortable around each other. And I think it would help if we did some sort of test run, maybe I could properly meet these bandmates of yours before we jump in?”
Eddie ashes his cigarette, “Did you major in fake dating or something?”
“Haha, very funny asshole. Do you want to do this or not? You’re trying to act smug but you’re the one who had to lie to his friends about having a girlfriend.” Eddie lets out a sigh, extending his response by taking a long drag from his cigarette. “You’ll properly meet them on Friday.” She nods, jotting it down on her planner.
“We need to lay some ground rules, obviously don’t try to randomly shove your tongue down my throat. I think since it’ll be the first time I'm meeting them let’s just keep it simple, maybe hand holding, a cheek kiss or two. Nothing crazy.” Eddie laughs, leaning forward and crushing his cigarettes in the glass ashtray already full of white and grey ashes and cigarette butts.
“I’m not going to fuck you infront of them or anything, don’t worry. I understand boundaries.” He gives her a smile, faint dimples carving in his cheeks. He’s lucky he’s got a pretty face or she’d storm out right now.
She gives him a disapproving look before shaking her annoyance off and continuing with the plan. “Hugs, hand holding that’s all fine, cheek kisses or whatever- I guess that’s okay all the time. But an actual kiss or anything like that needs a little warning and easing into.”
“Yeah, all sounds good to me. So I’ll see you Friday?”
“See you Friday.”
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Eddie’s van is pretty cozy. Despite the five curbs he’s run over and the ten stop signs he’s blown through, it’s actually been a nice ride. The diner they were meeting at was about fifteen minutes away and Eddie had called her an hour before telling her he was going to pick her up. His van was warm, surprisingly smelt good (she noticed the cherry scented air freshener he hung up), and was actually pretty clean. He had a few books in the back, a water bottle or two and a few cartons of cigarettes in the door- but it had a homey feel.
“Haha, sorry.” Eddie murmurs, making her sling forward as he breaks hard. Thank god for seatbelts.
He pulls into the diner parking lot, looking around to find a parking spot. The diner is pretty cute from the outside, it has. A blue roof and a bright LED sign, large windows giving you a peek into the busy restaurant.
Eddie jumps out, racing to open the door. “They are already here.” He holds a hand out, helping her out of the van. They walk inside, Eddie leading the way to the table the guys were sitting at. “Hey guys,” Eddie gives a little wave, pulling a seat out for Y/n then plopping himself next to her at the table. The diner was bright, checkered floors with red and white booth seats, neon colors everywhere. “This is Y/n, Y/n these are the guys.”
She smiles, shyly tucking her hair behind her ear. A boy with brown feathery hair sticks his hand out, “Hi gorgeous, I’m Gareth.”
Suddenly Eddie was hyper aware of the fact that his band mates were oogling his (fake) girlfriend. He grabs the underside of her chair and pulls her closer, reaching over Y/n and pushing Gareth’s hand down. “And he has a girlfriend.” Eddie stretches his arm in the top of Y/n’s chair, guarding her from the others.
“Well it’s nice to meet you guys! Eddie has told me so much about you.” She smiles, feeling warm and awkward with all the eyes on her. “Like what?” Another one speaks up, staring at her awkwardly. Eddie leans in her ear “That’s Doug. Ignore him.” Y/n softly laughs, “Tons of good stuff! I’ve seen you guys play a couple of times at the hideout. I work there every other day during the week and all weekend. I’m excited to get to know you all a little better.”
“Well, you’ll have tons of time on the trip! I’m Jeff. We’re all so excited to finally meet you, Eddie has really talked you up. I’m bringing my partner, Gareth and Doug are bringing their girlfriends so you won’t have to deal with us alone!” Y/n gives Jeff a sweet smile before turning her head to Eddie, her face instantly changing. “What the fuck is he talking about!?” She whispers, leaning in to whisper in Eddie’s ear.
“We’ll be right back.” Eddie announces to the group before him and Y/n step aside.
“What trio are they talking about?! You didn’t tell me about a trip!” Eddie rubs his face, “We go on a ‘group bonding’ trip every year. That's why I needed you, I couldn’t not bring a girl when everyone else is bringing their partners.” She groans, suddenly growing the urge to stomp her foot and fold her arms like a child.
“When is it?”
“Next week”
“How long will we be gone?”
“Only a week.”
Y/n huffs, rubbing her forehead then crossing her arms. “I think I can swing it. I never miss a day at work and I’m always on time, and I always pick up extra shifts if they need someone so maybe I can talk them into some sort of paid time off?”
Eddie bites at his fingernails, “so you’re coming?”
“I guess so.” Eddie claps, giving her a smile. “You won’t regret it, sweets!”
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It’s a chilly morning, the ground frosted over, chattering teeth and near frozen eyelashes, but with the body heat of five guys, and two girls, Y/n was more than warm. Usually being up at Seven in the morning on such a cold winter morning would have Y/n seething with regret and frustration for agreeing to such early plans, but this morning was quite different already.
Eddie picks her up last, giving her a little extra time to sleep since she had previously made it very clear that if she doesn’t get a full eight hours of sleep she will not be getting out of bed at all and if she is forced she will “reign terror on all of Hawkins”. He tosses her luggage in the back, the other girlfriends already asleep in the back row, and then lets her hop in the passenger seat as they head up to the cabin they rented for the trip.
The boys are loud, and the music they blast was about to give Y/n a major migraine, but it was oddly enjoyable. They had a nice energy to them, they were all smiles and laughs, the good energy was rubbing off on her.
She was looking forward to this week, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, especially if she got some alone time. She’s always thinking she needs to give herself a break since it’s not stop working for her, and this is the week just for that. She’s overpacked but not in her mind, she’s brought anything and everything she needs to make this week's stay as comfortable as she can and she intends to do that. She hopes the cabin has a nice big bathtub so she can use the fancy bath salts she packed.
Eddie turns the music down a couple notches, “having a good time?” He reaches for her hand, and at first she almost pulls it away but reminds herself that they have to act natural. “Yeah, the music is a little loud though.” He laughs, “they’ll be louder than the music will ever get if I try to turn it down. Good luck.”
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The drive hasn’t been so bad, now that they are an hour into the drive the boys have settled down, the adrenaline and excitement has worn off and now they are a little sleepy. Everyone’s head is either pressed against the window or sagging back onto the headrest of their seats. Y/n huffs, sinking into the passenger seat that is growing evermore uncomfortable by the second. She presses her forehead against the glass of the window, closing her eyes.
Eddie pants her hand and she cracks an eye open. “No you don’t. If I can’t get any sleep you can’t either. You can sleep once we’re at the cabin.” She groans, rubbing her eyes while trying to stretch to the best of her abilities in the limited space. She wracks her brain, trying to recall a time where she agreed to be woken up early, then stay up the whole two hour drive with Eddie while everyone else slept- but she guesses it’s a good thing a girlfriend would do.
“Okay, but” she yawns. “I don’t know if that will last long.”
Eddie turns the music up a little louder, “we’ll stop to get gas soon. Just hang in there for about five more minutes maybe? There should be something coming up.”
A couple more minutes pass by and before y/n knows it Eddie is pulling up to a gas pump. She swings the door open, jumping out. The relief of stretching her legs is unmatched and she paces a couple times.
Everyone stumbles out of the van, everyone equally as excited to be able to stretch their bodies and get some fresh air that wasn’t contaminated by cigarette smoke or the smell of a bunch of twenty year old boys.
As Eddie shoves the nozzle in and starts pumping gas he wraps his arm around Y/n, pulling her into a little hug. She leans in, resting her head against his chest. His hand reaches up to play with her hair and she pulls away from the hug, letting his arm continue to rest around her shoulder and play in her hair.
It is a little awkward to hang on to each other like that but she’s going to have to get used to it if she’s going to survive the week. She came here to do this favor for Eddie, and as much of an annoying asshole he is, she still plans to follow through with this to the best of her abilities.
“You can head in with them.” Eddie says, nodding over to the group that is heading into the gas station to grab whatever road trip snacks they can find. “It’s fine, It would make more sense to stay with you, right? I don’t really do this whole dating thing.” Eddie nods, “Me either. If I’m honest, I’ve never really had a girlfriend. I wasn’t exactly the most popular in high school.”
“Yeah, I had a few dates but they never went anywhere.”
The gang comes out of the store, white bags filled up with different bags of chips, cookies, and different sodas. Eddie tops off the tank, closing it up and opening Y/n’s door before hopping back in and starting up the van to continue their journey up to the cabin.
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The sudden stop wakes Y/n up, feeling Eddie’s warm hand on her shoulder softly shaking her awake. She rubs her eyes, yawning. “Are we there?” Eddie laughs, “Yeah, we’re here.” She blinks her eyes open. The snow is falling, bundling the dark cabin in a white blanket of snow. It piles up high on the ground and stacks up on the room. “Oh my god, it’s beautiful.” She steps out of the car, pulling zipping her coat up to her chin to hide herself from the bitter cold.
Eddie opens the trunk of the van, pulling out everyone’s luggage. He throws his beat up old duffle bag around his shoulder and then grabs Y/n’s suitcase, lifting it so it doesn’t track snow in. “It’s okay, I’ve got it.” Eddie shakes his head, “I’ve got it, sweets. I’m pretty strong.” He mumbles with a wink, grabbing the key from the mailbox and unlocking the door.
Y/n has to keep her jaw from dropping. The cabin is absolutely beautiful, big and open with warm, dim lighting. There’s a brick fireplace in the living room with a big puffy couch, knit blankets tossed over the back, Sliding glass doors that lead out to a big deck. When you walk in there is a kitchen to your left, a round wooden dining table with glossy cabinets, little green accents all through the kitchen.
Eddie leans forward, “stop gawking and go snatch the best room before anyone else can.” And with that Y/n turns the corner, walking through the hallway and jogging upstairs. All the bedroom doors are open, showing off the perfectly pristine rooms. She peeks through each room until she stumbles upon the biggest one. She opens the door to the bathroom, a nice big bathtub with a standing shower next to it, a big mirror and two sinks.
She would definitely be comfortable here for a week. A big cozy cabin that looks like it’s straight out of a fairytale book, the biggest and nicest room with snow blowing in, she didn’t have anywhere to be or anything to do besides relax. The only downside is that she would have to constantly be putting in a performance when in front of everyone but despite that, it was perfect.
“Well I could get used to this.” She hears Eddie’s deep voice from behind her. Spinning around on her heels, Eddie gives her a quick smile. “Nice huh? And where will you be sleeping? The floor?” Y/n rolls her eyes at him, “No, maybe you should go sleep on the couch downstairs while I take this nice bed.” She pats the king sized bed while Eddie throws their bags on it. “Or maybe there will be a spare room for you?”
It’s Eddie’s turn to roll his eyes. He crosses his arms against his chest, “in all seriousness, let’s just try to make this weekend as easy as possible. And don’t go falling in love with me, sweets.”
She fake gags then opens her suitcase, if she’s going to be staying here for a week she’s going to make it comfortable. She pulls her folded clothes out and shoves them into the dresser, then hangs her sweaters and whatever else she doesn't want getting creased or wrinkled. She takes out all of her toiletries, stashing them in their respective spots in the bathroom.
“I’m going to shower. I want to wash all your cigarette stench off.” Eddie nods, yawning. “Yeah, I’m going to build a fire. The guys are already bitching that they are cold.”
“Okay, I’ll be down soon.” She grabs a change of clothes, something cozy to bundle up in since today they were just getting comfortable in the cabin. “See you later.”
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Eddie sits next to the fireplace, tossing wood into it to start a fire so everyone will get off his ass about how cold they are.
“So how long have you and Y/n been together?” Jen, Gareth’s girlfriend asks. Eddie rubs his forehead, glancing over at the group who is all huddled on the couch. “Um, about six months I guess?” Maybe that’s how long he has been trying to lie about a girlfriend? He knows it’s pathetic, really, but with the way his friends (even his 16 year old friends) were making him feel about being single was too much that he had to make up some fake girlfriend.
“Awe! You guys are so cute together! How did you meet?” Eddie strikes a match then tosses it in to start the fire. Not exactly how he learned in cub scouts but it was good enough. “We met at the hideout. She works there.” He scratches his face, he’s not really in the mood to try to make up anymore details of his and Y/n's fake relationship.
“Were you playing a gig? That’s so cute! Have you said I love you yet?!” Jen is a nice girl, but god does she ask a lot of questions.
Out of the corner of his eye Eddie sees Y/n walk down the hallway and into the living room to join the rest of the group, and fuck is he happy to see her. “There you are. How was your shower?” Y/n takes her place next to Eddie, sitting by the fireplace. “It was good! I feel a lot better now.”
Now that they are here at the cabin with everyone, maybe they have underestimated how difficult this is going to be. Now that this is the first time everyone is properly meeting Y/n and getting to know them as a couple there will probably be endless questions about their relationship, their future plans, etc.
“Good, good. Now you can relax.” He picks at his nails, closing his eyes to relax.
Every year this trip is the highlight of his year. He loves coming up here and staying in for a week, doing absolutely nothing at all but hanging out with the guys. Usually they have some big fun thing planned, skiing, snowboarding, one year they tried to ice skate but that didn’t go very well, but with the stress of Eddie having to find someone to have a fake relationship with- well, they didn’t really get to plan anything big. But that’s okay, these trips are really all about reconnection and spending some quality time together.
“We were just talking about how cute you and Eddie are!” Y/n gives Jen a polite smile. “Oh I’m sure Eddie just loved that, hm?” She pats Eddie’s chest, relaxing back into the pillows Eddie threw down by the fireplace for him to sit. “I was just asking him some questions, is all. You guys met at the hideout? He said that you work there!”
Y/n glances over at Eddie. “Yeah, he was playing a gig when we met. I guess his whole rockstar thing just kind of drew me in. Love at first sight!”
“Oh, so you guys have said I love you!?” Eddie and Y/n make direct eye contact, and thank god Eddie had a little sketch book out or else they both would’ve been in trouble. He quickly scribbles in the corner of the book, his handwriting spikey and in all caps reading “we’ve been together for 6 months” trying to quickly fill her in on a few things they haven’t gone over due to Jen’s questions.
“Yeah, yeah. What about you and Gareth? Enough about us!” Y/n shifts the conversation, not wanting to get caught up in any confusion or lies. “Enough about you?! This is the first time we’ve met Eddie’s girlfriend! To be honest I didn’t know if we were ever going to meet you, he’s hidden you from us for so long I just want to know everything.”
Y/n wanted to kill Eddie for refusing to go over more plans for this fake dating scheme, but she also wanted to thank him for taking a hundred stops on the trip even though she was annoyed. He made her wake up so early just for him to stop every fifteen minutes and make them get to the cabin at sundown. She blames all the peach tea he was guzzling but she’s so thankful for it at this moment.
“It’s getting kind of late. I think I’m going to head to bed. Tomorrow we’ll have all day to get to know each other, right? Eddie has talked about you so much so I can’t wait to get to know you.” She tries to politely excuse her and Eddie off to bed but she gets pulled back down by Jen’s constant questioning. “It’s only nine! How are you already sleepy?” Jen laughs, repositioning herself to get comfortable to stay up a couple more hours.
“She gets car sick. So I think we’re going to get some shut eye.” He stands up, putting his hands on Y/n’s shoulders and giving them a quick rub as she leads the way off to their room.
Once they get in the room Eddie shuts the door. “What the fuck are we going to do about Jen’s constant questioning?!” Y/n scoffs and shakes her head, dressing down the bed for sleep since they don’t have much else to do. “You’re the one who said it was “dramatic and not necessary” to go over the details! Eddie groans, flopping down on the bed. “This is your fault, Eddie! Don’t get grumpy with me.”
“Shit!”
“Shit is right! We will just have to go over whatever details we can think of tonight.” Eddie stands back up, dropping his pants and ripping his shirt off until he’s just in tube socks and boxers. He slides back in bed, taking his time to get comfortable, ignoring the fact that he’s loudly fluffing his pillow and practically jumping on the bed. Y/n huffs, tossing a body pillow in the middle of the bed to separate their sides.
“How are we supposed to know what the fuck else she’s going to ask us?! She might personally quiz us on facts about each other.” Y/n’s throws her hands in the air, “Oh my god, you’re so dramatic. We just go over simple things that a girlfriend and boyfriend should know about each other! Some family stuff, age, name, the obvious!”
“Well I’m pretty sure we’re the same age, and you know my name!” Eddie tosses and turns trying to get in the perfect spot. “Keep your voice down or they are going to think we’re fighting and question us even more.”
“Okay, my name is Eddie, your name is Y/n, we’re both twenty-two-unless you’re hiding something? You’re favorite thing about me is my gorgeous hair and my favorite thing about you is your personality. Is that solved?”
Y/n’s jaw almost drops at how annoying he can be. “I’m going to bed! I guess we’ll just play this all by ear.”
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Three days into the trip and it’s been a breeze. Eddie and Y/n have had a few hiccups, but nothing to throw them off too hard. Jen got the message and stopped her constant questions, which kind of made them feel bad because she didn’t mean any harm, she’s just a curious cat.
After more arguing they finally settled down and stopped being so stubborn and went over a few things. They both got to know the basics, just simple get to know me icebreakers you would tell about yourself on the first date- not that either of them would really know what to say on a first date, but they tried to fill each other in as best as possible without staying up all night to share their whole life story.
“You know, you snore really fucking loud.” Eddie says, walking out of the bathroom with toothpaste still on his chin. Y/n folds up her clothes, shaking her head. “Well you kick, and you groan, and you drool but I haven’t complained about it.” A smile appears on Eddie’s plump lips as he walks over to what has become his side of the room, digging through his bag to find some clothes for the day.
“You love every second of it.” Y/n raises her eyebrow, “I’ll see you downstairs, weirdo.”
Y/n joins the group downstairs, everyone huddled in the kitchen eating breakfast. “Hey guys” smiles full of pancakes and bacon greet her back. “Where is Eddie?” Jeff asks, looking around to see if he had missed him- which was pretty hard to do since he sticks out like a sore thumb with his crazy dark hair and his loud mouth. “He should be coming down any second!” She grabs a plate, adding two pancakes onto it, a pat of butter, and some maple syrup.
Eddie comes down almost scarily quiet, coming up behind her and kissing her cheek. “Oh thanks for making my plate, sweets!” He takes the plate of pancakes from her, adding on some bacon and a mountain of potatoes. “Gotta fuel up for the day.” He gives his signature smile then shovels a pile of pancakes into his mouth.
Y/n shakes her head, grabbing another plate and making breakfast of her own- again. She joins the rest of the group at the table, sitting down next to Eddie where he shovels food into his mouth like a starved man.
“I can’t believe we still have eleven days left of the trip.” Doug says, a smile on his face. “It’ll be over before we know it. I don’t want it to end!” Y/n turns to look at Eddie, his face just as full of confusion as hers is. “What do you mean eleven days? Are we not leaving Monday morning?” Y/n looks around, waiting for a response while everyone looks at her confused. “What the hell are you talking about?” Eddie says between a mouthful of potatoes.
“I’d like to know too.” Y/n says, her voice slow and confused.
“We’re staying here for two weeks. That’s been the plan all along.” Jeff pipes up, shrugging at Eddie like he’s stupid. “Well who the fuck was going to tell me that?” Eddie gulps down orange juice after then wipes the juice that falls from his plump lips with the back of his ringed hand. “We all decided to add another week to the trip, you were there.” Eddie tosses his hands up in the air and Y/n stands up, grabbing his arm to lead him to the bathroom to talk about whatever the hell was going on.
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me we’re staying here for two weeks?!” Eddie scoffs at Y/n, shaking his head. “Obviously I didn’t know either! You think I wouldn’t have told you?” She groans, smacking her hand down on the sink. “Why didn’t you pay attention?!”
Eddie’s jaw drops, throwing his arms in the air. “Maybe if you would have paid more attention you would’ve figured it out!”
Y/n grabs the hand towel, slapping him in the arm with it. “You’re so frustrating!” The room goes silent for a while, both of them thinking how this is going to work out, how they can deal with another week of this without cracking.
Suddenly Y/n hears Eddie’s deep chuckle, shooting her head up to see his arms cross against his chest while he has a crooked smirk on his face. “What?” He continues to laugh, rubbing a hand over his mouth to try to stop the laughter. “Are you done with your fit now?” She’s a little annoyed, but can’t help but crack a smile. All Y/n has to do is let her family know that she will be gone another week so they don’t get worried if they try to call or visit, she needs to call the hideout and let her manager know that she’s going to be gone longer than anticipated. And luckily she has enough to fall back on since she will be out of work for two weeks.
“I think I can swing it.” She rubs her forehead, “Yeah, it’ll be fine.”
Eddie claps his hands together, smiling. “Then let’s get back out there and shove our faces full before we head out today.”
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Thankfully, the group found some stuff to do so they won’t be totally cooped up in the cabin the whole entire trip. The guys want to go to some of the bars around the little town they were staying in, and there are some random touristy spots they wanted to hit, like a snowy hike Eddie seemed excited for, but Y/n is not excited in the slightest. She wasn’t excited for hiking in the freezing cold, ice everywhere, smoke coming from your mouth anytime you speak, teeth chattering.
“Are you almost ready?” Eddie asks, pushing the door to the bathroom where she is getting ready. She gasps, looking back at Eddie. “What the fuck?” A smeared black line is under her eye, blinking fast since the wand hit her pupil. “Um, you’ve got something right here.” She groans, smacking her hand down on the sink, letting her mascara wand fall from her hand.
“You just ruined my makeup, Eddie!” He walks back over to her, lifting his hand up and circling around his eye. “Right there?” She nods, “Yeah, you don’t need all that shit anyways. It just hides your face from me.” Y/n is taken aback, her face gets hot as he walks out of the room.
“What?”
“Five minutes! Come on!” He claps his hands together as she hears him swing the door open and jog down the stairs.
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Y/n feels like an outsider.
Everyone is already well acquainted with each other, having established relationships that have lasted years. The guys are all sticking together and the other two girls have been friends for a while, so Y/n is kind of stuck. She gets along with the other partners, but the only one she’s comfortable enough to talk to is Eddie. So she lingers around behind him while everyone else chats about. She doesn’t mean to leave herself out, or seem rude, but she isn’t sure how to include herself and she doesn’t want to form some bond with these people if she’s never going to see them after this trip.
Eddie clearly enjoys hiking. He’s climbing huge rocks and going above and beyond, nearly causing everyone a heart attack when he fake trips near the edge of a cliff- completely ignoring the ice and snow all around him.
It’s not that Y/n isn’t athletic or necessarily hates hiking, it just isn’t her thing. She feels out of place enough and heavy breathing in the freezing cold in the back of the group is a little humiliating.
Patches of ice cover the big rock steps, everyone carefully trying to avoid them so they don’t slip. Snow falls and covers most of the steps so it’s a big guessing game on where the ice is under the heaps of snow.
Y/n grabs onto the railing they built for people to hold so they wouldn’t fall on the steep stairs. She tracks up the stairs, successfully navigating the rocks. She steps onto the last one and instantly feels unsteady, her foot sliding from under her from the slippery ice under it. She falls on the stairs, smacking one knee on a sharp edge and her chin on the ground.
“Oh fuck!” She hears, already growing more embarrassed than ever at the eyes she knows are on her. Eddie scrambles to help her up, “Careful now!” He whispers as she stumbles. Her eyes well up and she blinks hard to try to keep her tears at bay. She's not sure if the tears are out of embarrassment or the nauseating pain. Eddie sizes up her injuries, wincing and turning her head. “You guys go ahead, we’ll catch up.”
There’s spots of blood in the snow and the knee of her pants is completely soaked through. “C’mon sweetheart. Let’s sit you down.” He takes her hand and leads her to a little bench, throwing his first layer of jackets onto it so she doesn’t have to sit on the wet wood. “Sorry,” Y/n mumbles, feeling bad that Eddie has to stop when he’s clearly enjoying himself to clean up her mess.
“Honey, you don’t need to apologize for anything.” He softly chuckles, thumbing away her tears. “Can I check out your leg?” She nods, wiping her tears away while he shuffles her pants over her knee. “You’re lucky I’ve got all sorts of shit in here.” He pats his large hiking backpack and opens one of the front pockets, pulling out a first aid kit. “We’ve got to stop the bleeding but I’m going to try to clean it up as much as I can.” His tongue peaks out as he rips open some packages, wiping over her knee.
“Ah shit, I think you might need stitches.” She panics, shaking her head. “No, no, no! We’ve still got so much to do!”
“Who cares when you’re hurt? I don’t think anyone will mind if we skip bar hopping to get you taken care of. Now I can play doctor, I’ve had to stitch myself up a few times but I don’t want to risk that on you.” His tongue pokes out again as he bandages up her legs, wrapping it up. “I think that’ll do for now. Now let me see that chin, honey.”
He softly grips at her jaw, looking at the big cut under her chin. “Well, it doesn’t look good, but I think it just needs some cleaning up and you’ll be all better.” He rips open a little alcohol pad, whispering a warning before he wipes her cut clean. He sticks a padded bandage under it and pulls her pant leg back down.
“Okay, wounded soldier is all recovered.” He holds out a hand for her, kissing the top of your head. “Thanks, Eddie.” He rubs her shoulder, throwing his back back on his shoulder. “No problem, sweets. Let’s get back up there. The troops are waiting on us.”
Y/n successfully gets through the hike without any more accidents. Though she is embarrassed about the whole thing, she smiles through it. Eddie holds her hand the rest of the hike to ensure she wont lose her balance and end up injured again.
“Do you wanna go back to the cabin? We don’t have to go out with them.” Y/n shrugs while buckling herself into the van, Eddie starts it up and cranks the heat up to warm their red noses. “No, you’ve already had to hang back. I don’t want to keep you from them anymore.” Eddie leans in, “Truthfully, I don’t want to be their babysitter. So let’s hang back, yeah?” She nods, cracking a small smile. She was kind of relieved that Eddie doesn't want to go out, she wants everyone to have fun but she’s happy that she doesn’t have to hop around to crowded bars with a janky knee all night.
“Yeah.” And with that he drives off, dumping the group to some random bar and heading back to the cabin, Y/n half asleep next to him.
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“Wake up, sleepy head.” Eddie shakes Y/n awake , his hand on her shoulder. “We’re back. Time to get up.” Y/n blinks awake, stretching and rubbing her eyes before sitting back up. “Are we home?” She hears a warm chuckle from Eddie, his lopsided smile making her want to fall back into her cozy sleep. “We’re back at the cabin if that’s what you mean by ‘home’.” She nods, holding her hand out for him so he can help her out.
He leads them to the door. “You really did a number on yourself today, huh?” She nods, “I guess so.”
“That’s okay,” Eddie starts, opening the door and letting her walk through before shutting it behind them. “We can set up on the couch for the night. But first, I should probably double check to make sure you don’t need stitches.” She groans, but leads them to the bathroom nonetheless. Pathetically jumping up on the sink, Eddie knees the floor under her and rolls her pant leg up to investigate her injury again.
He peels the bandage, cleaning it with cool water. “You could use maybe one stitch. But you’ll heal fine without it. I’d do it myself, but you’re much too delicate for that, hm?” She gulps, nodding before he lifts her chin, wiping the dried blood clean. “Let’s keep these bandaged. You want to keep them clean, but you’ll heal them up in no time.” He pats her thigh to let her know she can jump down before he walks off.
Eddie gathers supplies, throwing down a mountain of blankets on the couch, along with all the snacks from the kitchen, and a pile of games he found in one of the hallway closets.
“We’ve got scrabble, monopoly, connect four, guess who, or we can just play D&D?” Y/n rolls her eyes, “What’s with all the baby games? It’s not 1981 anymore.”
Eddie scoffs, “You’re taking a lot of smack for someone who’s got a busted jaw. Shouldn’t it be all locked up or something?” Y/n laughs, plopping down beside him on the big puffy couch. She’s kind of happy that she slipped and busted her knee, if she didn’t they would probably be in a stuffy bar with old drunk men surrounding them who smell strong of liquor and body odor despite the cold temperatures. Without her injury she wouldn’t be wrapped up in a fur blanket on the couch, watching the snowfall in the big cozy cabin.
It’s crazy to think that a couple weeks ago she hardly knew Eddie and now she shared a bed with him every night.
“Let me get a fire going and then we’ll start a game or something? Maybe we can look through their VHS tapes?” Eddie stands up, walking over to the fireplace since there was an extra chill from all the snow piling up outside. “We can do anything. I’m happy as long as I’m on the couch.”
Eddie comes back after lighting the fire, “Well, let’s get this party started.”
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“I’m about to flip this fucking board over!” Eddie groans, smacking his ringed hand onto his forehead. “You chose monopoly don’t get pissed that you’re losing!” Eddie huffs, watching Y/n make her next move.
“I win! I win!” Y/n laughs loudly, sticking her arms up in celebration of her victory. Eddie shakes his head, trying to act mad. He grabs her arms pushing them back down- but she refuses and wrestles him away. Eddie can’t help but laugh along with her, wrestling her arms down. The board falls onto the floor with a clatter and they ignore it, Eddie straddling her legs while they fight. “You cheated! You are a cheater!” Y/n laughs loudly, Eddie smiling down at her. Suddenly his arms give out, the big smile not leaving his face. Y/n opens her eyes, her laugh suddenly fading as she sees Eddie above her.
The silence is loud, only their breathing can be heard before Eddie leans down, slotting his lips between hers.
The door suddenly swings open, making them fly apart like they were caught doing something they shouldn't have been doing. Eddie clears his throat, falling back on the cushion breathless, unable to make eye contact with Y/n.
Caught, both of their cheeks burn red. “Can’t wait until you get to your bedroom?” Doug questions them, letting out a throaty laugh while all the others stand there with smirks on their faces.
They both know that for people who are supposed to be in a relationship this is completely normal, but given their situation they are embarrassed to be caught, especially knowing what could have happened if they weren’t interrupted. “Fuck off, Doug. Don't act like I haven’t caught you two two unspeakable things. In my van too!” Doug gasps and Eddie snickers, walking back to their bedroom and Y/n follows hot on his tail.
Once they get into their bedroom Y/n shuts the door. Eddie stands there, watching her as she rubs her hands against her bare arms. Neither of them are sure what to say, obviously something happened back there and they would both be lying if they say they didn’t feel a spark.
“Well,” Y/n takes a step forward. “I think I’m going to get ready for bed. I shouldn’t be long- if you need the bathroom.” Eddie nods, biting at his fingernails. “Yeah, yeah. Go ahead.”
While she is in the bathroom he paces around the room before sliding his rings off onto this nightstand, leaning back onto the mattress and blowing out a sigh. He rubs his face, “what the fuck are you doing, Eddie?” He asks himself, wondering why he can’t get his thoughts straight. It’s supposed to be a two week thing, after this trip they can just fake a breakup and forget about this whole thing and move on with their lives. Eddie isn’t so sure about that. How can he ever just forget about all the memories he’s already made with her? Today was one of the best days of his life, being able to take care of her, spending the evening playing board games with her and completely letting her win.
“Do you mind if I turn off the light?” He hears her voice from the other side of the room, she stands next to the door, her hand on the switch. “No, go ahead. Let’s hit the hay.”
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A group of girls arrived in the cabin next to them today. The two other girls decided to invite them over to join them since they had a day planned of sitting in the hot tub and getting drunk.
The snow has stopped falling for the first time in their week-long stay, finally crawling up to a tolerable temperature of forty five degrees. Y/n and Eddie have completely ignored the moment they shared last week, taking the weekend to have a little alone time, the girls went out to get pedicures while the guys stayed in and played D&D. It was nice to get to know the girls, Y/n actually really enjoyed talking to them and getting a break from the nerdy guys was pretty nice.
“Okay, we’ve got enough beer for the day.” Eddie says, lifting two twenty four packs of beer and setting them on the table. “You’re joking… right?” Eddie shakes his head, “Duh!”
“Smart ass” Y/n mumbles, shoving the random groceries Eddie had bought into the refrigerator. “What did you say?” Eddie questions with the rise of an eyebrow, walking over to her and peeking at her face. “Oh nothing.” She hums, ignoring him standing behind her.
“Hm, no, I think I heard something!” Y/n shakes her head at Eddie’s words. “Nope, nothing.”
Eddie nods back at her, “Oh! Okay. Sounded like you called me a smart ass but maybe I misheard.” She softly laughs, shrugging. “You’re probably having auditory hallucinations. The beer is already getting to you.”
Eddie cracks a smile, “okay smart ass, go and get your bathing suit on before you end up in the spot next to Doug’s feet.” And with that Y/n jogs away to go put her swimsuit on and score them a good spot in the tub.
When Y/n gets back Eddie is already in the tub, a gap open which he obviously saved for her. On his opposite side is a girl, long dirty blond hair that falls mid back. She’s beautiful and Y/n can’t help but feel a little insecure in her color block bikini.
She turns back, walking into the kitchen. Feeling far too exposed to be walking around in the house, She tries to adjust the highwaisted bottoms and cups on her top to cover more, but to no avail. She dotes around, trying to figure out how to stall. She's not sure why seeing Eddie talking to that girl has got her so worked up, she feels a little lightheaded and her face is hot.
“What’s got you looking so green?” Jeff asks, stepping into the kitchen along with her.
“Um, nothing. What are you up to?” She places a hand on the cold surface of the table, trying to get her to calm down. She can feel herself getting increasingly angry with her own thoughts. Her and Eddie aren’t actually together, there’s no reason for her to feel so… jealous.
“I needed to go to the bathroom, but Eddie sent me for a beer.” Jeff complains, leaning against the fridge in his rubber ducky swim trunks. “That’s okay, I’ll grab it for him.” Jeff thanks her and runs off to the bathroom while Y/n collects a couple beers in her hands, knowing Eddie and the guys are bound to be taking a couple more trips to the fridge.
She slides into the hot tub next to Eddie, seeing the girl's hand placed on Eddie’s arm. A switch goes off in Y/n’s brain, “Here, babe. I got the beer you asked for.” Eddie turns his head, seeing her holding a can out for him. “Oh, thanks. Where did j-“ Y/n smashes her mouth into Eddie’s, cupping his jaw with one hand and pressing the other to his chest.
She slips her tongue in his mouth, Eddie taking a moment to process it before he slowly kisses back. She pulls away, red embarrassment painted all over her face. Eddie clears his throat, cracking open his beer. “I’ve got to go… clear my head.”
Y/n face palms. How stupid could she be? Of course he didn’t feel the same, he just needed a girl to play along with him so he didn’t have to tell his band mates his dirty little secret. She groans, getting out of the hot tub and ignoring the looks she gets from the girl. Y/n is sure she is nice, and she probably just ruined a potential girlfriend for Eddie, a real one.
She waits a while before she goes to talk to Eddie. As she walks up the stairs after fifteen minutes of sitting on the couch she plans what she will say to him, apologizing for shoving her tongue down his throat and getting jealous when she has no right. They aren’t actually together, this is all acting and she needs to respect that.
She opens the door to their shared room, hearing the shower running. She shuts the door behind her, sitting at the edge of the bed to wait for Eddie once he’s out. He was probably in the shower rinsing the chlorine out of his hair since he was trying to avoid it the best he could.
After a couple of minutes Y/n hears him turn the water off and she prepares for him to come out.
Eddie steps out, leaving the door cracked behind him to let the steam escape the bathroom. She opens her mouth to start, but promptly closes it. Eddie stands in front of the door, chest rising and falling with ragged breathing. She starts up again but fails to get any words out once more.
Eddie walks towards her, standing tall above her. Her breathing matches his, her chest suddenly feeling heavy. She reaches her hand up, settling it on his stomach and trailing it down before she pulls the white towel wrapped around his waist, letting it fall to the ground then wraps her hand around his thick cock. She’s at a loss for words as she takes in his naked form. His skin pale and pink, the dark blank ink of his tattoos contracting. His plump lips already puffy and bitten, his wet waves dripping down his chest and rolling past his belly button.
His cock is pretty and pink, long and thick. Perfect, just like she knew it would be.
“Eddie… I really like you.” He lets out a hiss then softly grabs her jaw, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips. “Fuck sweetheart, I’d love to talk about this right now but if you keep touching my dick I don’t know if we’re going to get any talking done.” He presses his lips back to hers, trailing them down to her neck. His hands grab at the strings of her bikini, trying to untie it but failing.
“Get this fucking thing off.” She softly laughs into his mouth, reaching behind her back and pulling the strings to untie them. He peels the wet top off of her skin, groaning at the sight of her tits. “Jesus Christ, honey.” He’s practically drooling at the sight of her, reaching out to run his hands along her body. “Get in the bed.” She listens to his order, crawling up the bed and laying in the middle, watching him follow her lead and crawl over her body.
Y/n reaches down, going to pull her bottoms down. “Don’t you fucking dare.” Eddie practically growls, pushing her hands away and slipping her swim bottoms off herself. Her chest heaves, begging him to do something, touch her, feel her. “Please.” Eddie smiles down at her, “please what? What do you want me to do?” His hands slide down her thighs and her hot skin warms his cold hands.
“Anything, please Eddie.”
He connects his mouth with hers again, moaning into the kiss. He tastes like beer and cigarettes and Y/n loves it, she doesn’t think she’ll ever get enough.
Eddie’s lips trail down, pressing pecks down her arm, her chest, her sides, kissing over the little stretch marks that line her hips before he sinks between her thighs. “Is this good?” Eddie asks, his deep voice dripping out like honey that’s been sitting in the sun too long. His big brown eyes stare up at her, dusted with lust and heavy with need. “Yes, yes it’s perfect.” He lets out a deep laugh, making her squeeze her eyes shut as hard as she can to stop a moan from coming out of her pathetic mouth.
He finally lowers his head, pulling her thighs up to rest them over his shoulders. “Fuck look at that.” Eddie presses a kiss to her thigh, “is this all for me?” She bites her lip, nodding. Eddie dives in, pushing his tongue between her lips.
Y/n gasps, her hand flying into his dark waves. Her eyes flutter closed, enjoying the feeling of Eddie’s tongue working magic on her. He gently sucks at her clit while he slides a ringed finger inside of her. They hear a creek at the floor, the stepping sounds far too close to the room for their liking. Eddie looks up, panting. “Did you lock the door?” Y/n shakes her head and Eddie jumps up, walking to the door to quickly lock it before any of his rude friends could barge in.
Y/n admires Eddie’s perky ass, softly laughing at it bouncing. Eddie jumps back on the bed, both of his hands cupping her jaw as he pulls her into a kiss. Y/n hand cradles the back of Eddie’s head, closing her eyes and leaning into him. “I think I might have a condom.” Eddie softly laughs on her lips, pulling her body closer into his.
“I don’t have any. I didn’t think this was how the trip would go.” Her hands slide over his arms, threading their fingers together and placing pecks over his lips. “One” kiss “second” kiss “I’ve gotta grab one I’ll be right back.” He laughs on her lips, giving her hands one last squeeze before grabbing his wallet and pulling out an old condom he’s had in there for a while.
“It’ll do the trick, right?” Y/n softly laughs, nodding. “Yeah, as long as there’s no holes in it.”
Eddie shrugs, looking at the gold packet. “Should work.”
“Lay back.” Eddie mumbles, getting serious again as he tears open the packet with his teeth, rolling the condom onto his cock. “You ready?” He crawls between her legs, his thumb rubbing her clit. She nods, pulling home closer. He knees the bed, lining himself up before slowly pushing inside of her.
She gasps, gripping at his arm. “You okay, honey?” Eddie trails kisses over her neck, taking his time to place delicate kisses on her skin. “I’ve never been better.” He pulls out, starting to slowly thrust in and out of her while his mouth gravitates to one of her nipples.
He sucks at her nipples, feeling it grow hard in his mouth. He circles his tongue around the sensitive bud, gently biting at it. Her back arches into him, throwing her legs around his hips and pulling him into her again. “Faster baby, please.” Her hand rests on the back of his head again, moaning at the electric feeling pulsing through her body.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.” Eddie’s pants, completely breathless as he slides in and out of her, making a complete mess of the now crumpled sheets. Y/n feels her wetness drip down, surely making a wet mess of the fabric under her, but she couldn’t care less.
She didn’t expect the fucking whines that come out of his mouth. Whining like the one thing he’s never wanted has been ripped from his hands, laced with want and desire. She squeezes around him the moment the noise hits her ears, feeling like she could already cum around him.
He whines again, shoving his face against her neck. His hips speed up, snapping quick and deep. Eddie hits her G spot, making her back arch. He hums, letting out a little breath. She’d spend the rest of her life making him feel good as long as he keeps making these noises.
She doesn’t get around much, but she’s never had someone be so delicate with her but still make her feel so good. Everything about him is intoxicating, the slight drag of his teeth against her lip when he kisses her, the way his head falls back when he feels really good, the way his thick cock stretches her out perfectly and fills her up.
“You feel so fucking good, sweetheart. Jesus H Christ, I fucking love your pussy.” He's obviously close to cumming as he starts rambling on, his balls growing heavy as he gets closer and closer. “I need you to cum first, sweetheart.” His hand slips between them, rubbing her clit. Y/n’s thighs twitch as the feeling, feeling more lightheaded as she gets closer and closer.
She squeezes tight around him, never wanting it to end as his cock slides in and out of her dripping pussy, Eddie all over her. “I’m about to cum, Eddie.” It takes him all but one second after her words for Eddie to bust inside of her, moaning loud. His hand never slips from the spot where he rubs her cunt, needing her to cum more than he’s ever needed anything before. “C’mon honey. Cum for Eddie, please. I know you want to.” She whimpers, closing her eyes as he works her closer and closer.
“Eddie” she gasps, calling out his name while she cums, clenching around his dick while her eyes squeeze shut.
She blinks her eyes open, trying to catch her breath. She watches Eddie sink down between her thighs again, her eyes widening. “Holy shit” she whispers, feeling his tongue dart out to clean her messy pussy up.
He raises with a smile, pulling her into a kiss before he flops down next to her. “We’ve got to find spare sheets.” Y/n laughs, laying her head on Eddie’s chest. He rubs her back, kissing her forehead.
Edie glances around, suddenly feeling fidgety. “I…” he shuts himself down, not sure where to start. “Yeah?” Y/n looks up, placing a kiss to his bare chest. She laces their fingers together with the hand that wasn't softly scratching her back. “I know I’m not the… coolest guy ever, and I’ve still got some growing up to do… but I think I can be something good for you maybe… if that’s what you want.”
A smile breaks across Y/n's face, “I think so too, Eddie. I didn’t expect this trip to go this way… but maybe now you won’t have to lie to your bandmates about a girlfriend?” Eddie laughs, wrapping one of his legs around hers. “I think, maybe no more lies?”
“Yeah?” Y/n asks, rubbing her thumb against the back of his hand.
“Yeah.”
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“We should probably get up.” Y/n mumbles, Eddie half asleep as he breathes slowly with his head back against a pillow. “I can’t.” He whispers, “I’m too sleepy.” Y/n shakes her head, drawing circles on his chest. “We’ve just been laying on the wet sheets for almost an hour.” Eddie shrugs, finally opening his eyes.
“C’mon, I need to shower.” She jumps up and Eddie follows her, walking behind her as she opens the bathroom door, turning the shower on.
She looks in the mirror, trying to wipe the messy mascara that has leaked under her eyes. While she’s occupied Eddie leans against the wall, admiring her messy state. Completely bare, bed head and smeared makeup. “You’re really beautiful.” He’s just thinking out loud, really. Not fully aware of his thoughts just flowing out. “I think you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” Y/n stands there completely stunned, not sure what to say.
“No one ever said that to me.” She awkwardly laughs, feeling embarrassed by his sweet words.
“Really? That’s hard to believe.” He takes a step forward, brushing her hair out of her face. “Can I tell you something?” She nods. “I told the guys that I was dating you before I even asked you. You were the one I told them about all along.”
Y/n’s mouth falls open, at a loss for words. “It’s kind of creepy, huh?” He laughs, shaking his head at how unbelievably dumb he can be sometimes. “I just saw you at the bar and you were so sweet and I just… I got a little crush on you and I really didn’t think it’d go anywhere.”
She sighs, “Maybe a little creepy before, but not now that everything works out.” Eddie scoffs, feeling playful again. “Creepy huh. Sure you want to be with me?” Y/n hums, tapping her chin. “I’ll give it a good two months before I get a restraining order.”
Eddie's jaw dramatically drops, grabbing her and yanking her over to the shower with him. “And I thought it would be kind of endearing!”
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“Wake up, baby.” Y/n whispers, pressing kisses to Eddie’s cheeks to wake him up.
Today was the last day of the trip, and Y/n was kind of relieved. It was always nice to get a break and go away, especially with how this trip panned out for her- but it all felt like a dream and she wanted to get back to reality to make sure it was all as good as it seems.
Eddie groans, yelling while he stretches. He tosses the other way, trying to get away from her so he can sleep some more. “Eddie,” she laughs. “You’ve got to wake up. We gotta be out of here by one and I already let you sleep in until ten.”
Eddie groans again, sitting up with a grumpy look on his face as he rubs his eyes hard to force himself to wake up. He shouldn’t have put off packing last night, but he got a little preoccupied.
He turns to Y/n a deep from turning his whole face down. Suddenly a smile flickers onto his mouth, “I forgot you’re naked.” He rubs his hands together like he has an evil thought. Y/n steps out of bed, throwing on Eddie’s corroded coffin shirt and pulling her panties up. “No time for this. We’ve got to get packing.” Eddie flops back on the bed, sitting there for a beat until he throws himself out, standing up and stretching out with a big yawn.
“Put something on to cover your ass and get to packing.”
Eddie snaps his head to her, offended. “You love it!”
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Somehow, everyone packed all their things up and got them shoved in Eddie’s van with ten minutes to spare. Since Eddie drove the whole way up to the cabin, Gareth agreed to drive the last hour so Eddie could have a little break.
“Get your ass in there.” Eddie jokes, smacking Y/n’s ass as she crawls into the van. She rolls her eyes, smacking his hand away before he closes the door for her. “Now you can’t fall asleep. I need twenty four seven entertainment to keep me driving.” She laughs, leaning her head back against the seat.
“Were you guys in a fight at the start of the trip? You seemed pissed at each other.” Eddie and Y/n look at each other with knowing grins on their faces. “Something like that.” Y/n mumbles before Eddie starts up the van for the ride home.
This drive doesn’t nearly seem as long as the first time around. Maybe that’s because she and Eddie get to cuddle up in the back, and Eddie is definitely relieved to not drive the whole way.
Y/n plays in Eddie’s hair, softly massaging his scalp. “You’re putting me to sleep.” Eddie says with a sleepy smile, his eyes closed while he enjoys the light massage. His head rests in Y/n’s lap, deciding he needed a relaxing nap.
“Yeah, well your nap won’t be too long. We’ll be home in about twenty minutes.” He groans, shoving his face in her thigh. “Just keep playing with my hair.” She laughs, “I will”
It’s not long before they are back in Hawkins, sad the trip is officially over, but excited to be back home and in a more calm climate instead of there being a constant blizzard outside.
Gareth dropped himself off and the others quickly trickled out, leaving just Eddie and Y/n. “I don’t want to leave you.” Eddie confesses, lifting their tangled hands and pressing kisses to each of her knuckles. “Maybe you don’t have to.” Eddie takes his eyes off the road for a second, glancing back at her. “Hm?”
“Maybe just unpack at my place. Stay with me for a while.” She gives his hand a squeeze. “Maybe I’ll just stay with you.” He squeezes back, pulling up to her apartment building.
“Let’s get in there. I want to make up for all that lost time on the trip when we weren't together.”
A/N: this is my first fic I’ve ever posted on here:)))! This is kind of big for me, sorry if there is typos I tried my best to check!!! I’ll fix the spacing because tbh it’s annoying me! I hope you liked it! Please let me know your thoughts!
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do not — under ANY circumstances — think about trusting eddie with the remote to your vibrator.
because that fucker would be a menace about it, switching it on at the most inconvenient times when you’re in public… just to illicit some sort of response from you.
like turning on setting #1 in the middle of the grocery aisle, while you’re bent over and looking at the produce. he'd watch you jolt back up and shoot him a disapproving glare, all while doing your best not to cum right on the spot.
"clean up on aisle seven," eddie would joke.
and he'd do setting #2 when you two are out with friends. maybe you're laughing at one of harrington's jokes a little too hard and eddie can't find himself to admit that he's just a little bit jealous. so out of retaliation, setting #2 would serve as a blissful reminder from the night before, when eddie was tonguing you to tears on the kitchen island, his thick fingers pulsing in and out of you while you desperately ride his face, your body shaking and dumbing out more and more with every euphoric shockwave into your clit.
“you okay?” steve asks you when he hears the fortified moan marinating at the back of your throat.
“yeah,” you pant, knees bucking as you grip onto the corner of the table for dear life. “just hit my knee on the table, that's all.”
setting #3 is abrupt. unforgiving. you’re doing something as simple as laundry; but the way you strut around the house in your messy bun has him in so much heat that eddie needs you back in bed. or on the couch. or any piece of furniture in the house really.
and when you dart into the master bedroom, you're stunned to see your husband laying on his bed, lazily stroking his stiff cock with blissed-out hooded eyes as he watches his muse grow more frustrated with him, hands on your hips at the doorway.
"really, eds?" you hiss, though towards the end of your plea, it melts into a moan. "i know what you're doing and it's not going to work."
"looks like i gotta get more creative then," he quips, smirking to himself as if he's got... quite literally... something up his sleeve. "you down to try setting #4?"
confused, as there are only three settings, you ask him,
"what's setting #4?"
"you're looking at it," he comments cockily.
do NOT think about it…
or do. idc.
divider @mikeykuns
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I like to think Eddie is the type of person who will remember the tiniest little details about you all the time that you'll share when you think no one is really paying much attention. Yet he is all the time, and it catches you off guard. Out of everyone in your life he always remembered.
He hands you a baggy full of just red and purple skittles. "I picked all of your favorite ones out— I know you said these were the only flavors you liked."
"Ed, I said that like a month ago... when we were all hanging out at Steve's."
Eddie shrugged "yeah so?" He shook the bag of candy in your face, "you gonna take'em or what?"
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♡ next ♡
Wayne was always suspicious about girls that were around Eddie
They always have been taking advantage of his boy like weed discounts or making fun of him when he wasn't around. So every time he saw you in a trailer he was worried and tense.
Usually he had night shifts but even though he felt your presence at his home. For example there were flowers on a table, everything was much more cleaner than ever or he's been seeing home-made meals in a fridge. Both of you even talked a few times and you always made more food so he could have a portion. But still was cautious about you.
But one day everything changed.
He was sleeping on a couch and woke up because of argument in hushed voices.
- Eddie, we've talked about it.
- But baby I really don't wanna do this please.
In Wayne's mind there was an loud alarm about what you could make his boy do.
- Eddie, I really don't like to repeat myself.
- Ahh, okay okay.
Wayne opened his eyes and saw his boy putting on a hat on his head probably first time ever.
- See, you look so pretty and you're not gonna be sick babe - you said kissing Eddie's nose.
And since that day he started to warm to you because no one ever was worried about his kiddo and taking care of him besides Wayne.
Although he was kinda scared of your powers because it was impossible to convince Eddie to put a hat on. It wasn't metal enough for him and he always complains how stupid he looks with a hat on.
♡ next ♡
Call Wayne impressed.
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Hi, could i make a request for Eddie Munson, an angst/comfort one where he cries the first time reader kisses him? Because he's never ever been loved like that, and he didn't realize how touch starved he was until the gesture overwhelmed him? 🥺❤️ Love your writing
𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 — 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧
thank you!!!
summary — eddies first date with you doesn't go how he'd planned and he hadn't even expected a kiss. still, you kiss him because you want to.
warnings/tags — fem!reader, touch starved!eddie, eddie's never been on a first date before
word count — 2.3k
In Eddie’s opinion, his first date with you goes to shit.
If he could sit here and say that he’s surprised, he would. But he’s not. He’s Eddie Munson, things don’t go to plan for him like they should.
He was a nervous wreck to begin with, how he’d even scored a date with you in the first place is beyond him. Though he can’t attribute much credit to himself anyways, you had asked him out.
Sitting in Steve Harrington’s backyard after a swim, you start to tell him about this new, fancy restaurant up behind the arcade. It’s just opened and,
“Would you want to go there sometime? I heard their pasta is delicious.”
He had to get you to repeat the question, his ears were full of water and he was sure he’d heard you wrong.
He psychs himself out for the better half of his afternoon, so not only is he late to pick you up, his old, dingy, stupid van breaks down before it can even make it out your drive. You tell him it’s okay, it’s a nice night, we should walk. Eddie tells you that he shouldn’t have you walking all the way into town in those shoes.
“What’s a few blisters if it means I get to spend more time with you?”
Your kindness does nothing for his thrumming heart.
Once you’re at the restaurant he forgets to open the door for you. You don’t seem to mind, of course, you don’t, but Eddie has a checklist of gentlemanly dues he feels he must achieve to impress you. It’s stupid, really stupid, but he’d be damned if he messed up such an amazing opportunity.
You sit and chat for a while, waiting for your meals, and the entire time he thinks you want to hold his hand. Your manicured hand keeps inching closer to his over the white tablecloth, knuckles almost brushing, and he’s too nervous about making the final move to tangle his fingers through yours.
Then you say something terribly, awfully kind to him. Something about his hair, how it looks really nice tonight. How you’ve always loved his hair.
Eddie spurts his soda out over his glass and gets it all down his white shirt. Yeah, his white shirt. Something he’d begged Harrington to let him wear.
“Please, man. I don’t have anything nice to wear tonight. I can’t exactly show up in my Judas Priest shirt that’s covered in bleach.”
“You could show up in a brown paper bag and she’d still think you were the hottest thing out.”
“It’s not that easy for me. I need to impress her.”
Eddie had wiped the soda from Steve’s shirt, feeling utterly stupid and you had laughed like it was the cutest thing you’d ever seen.
You’d laughed when he’d choked on his spaghetti. Smiled kindly when he offered you to try his food and you’d reminded him for the second time that night that you were allergic to tomatoes. To top it off, you’d pretended it was no big deal that he had accidentally left his wallet in his van and that you had no problems paying for dinner.
“Really, Eddie. It’s fine. Just get me back next time.”
The thought of a next time was enough to stop his racing thoughts for just a moment. Not for long though, because watching you pretend like your feet weren’t aching on the way home had Eddie cursing himself the entire walk.
How could he fuck up so badly and how could you be so calm and kind about it?
Now, standing at your front landing, he’s apologising profusely for how horrible he’s made your night.
“Horrible?” you question, eyebrows raised and skin glowing if it's entirely possible. The setting sun casts you amber.
“I don’t know,” Eddie stammers, “It didn’t go how I wanted it to.”
“It didn’t?” you question again. Your voice is pitched up and its melody has his brain spinning, “How were you expecting it to go?”
“I’d have expected not to forget my wallet. And maybe have a van that works,” Eddie can’t help but laugh at his stupidity. Especially when you’re making the same face you have been all night. A smile that looks like it could ruin him.
“I don’t know,” You reach forward and take the hem of his shirt in your fingers, playing with the thread. “I had a really good time.”
“You- you did?” Eddie stammers. Suddenly you’re really close, if it’s because he’s been too deep inside his own head he hasn’t noticed you inching closer, he’s not sure.
“Yeah,” you nod gleefully, hair bouncing.
“Yeah,” he echoes. More to set it in stone himself.
Eddie watches where your fingers play with his shirt, the closer they inch towards his skin, the louder he thinks his heart becomes in his ears.
There’s a silence that you hate, “Hey, Eds?”
Eddie’s breath hitches. You’ve never called him that before.
“Yeah,” he murmurs. Voice quieter than he’d like to admit. Any louder and he feels as if you’d step back from him.
He looks up and catches your gaze before you speak, “Can I kiss you?”
Eddie doesn’t know how to reply. He’s never even been asked such a question before so he can’t even pretend he’s got an answer somewhere in the back of his numb mind.
His heart thrums in his throat, feels as if it might escape, “You want to kiss me?”
You nod like it’s the most obvious thing ever. To you, it is, to Eddie it’s unimaginable.
“Yeah.”
“Okay.”
The moment your lips press into his, he freezes. Not in a bad sense, his mouth still moves. He still shows you how much he wants to kiss you with his tentative and loving lips. But he doesn’t know what to do with his hands. They flex at your side until you’re cradling his face in your own.
Your touch is warm, warmer than your lips and it almost burns. Burns so much that his eyes well with tears and he gasps into your opening mouth.
Your face suddenly feels wet and you can feel a sob making its way through Eddie's throat. You pull away, “Eddie? You okay?”
He slams his eyes shut to will away the tears, fisting at his hair when he pushes it behind his ears, “M’sorry,” he sniffles.
You reach up to cradle his face again, wiping hot tears away from his flushed cheeks, “Hey, it’s alright. I had a great night. Promise.”
He shakes his head, “No,” he swallows, “No, it’s not that. I’ve just. I’ve never been kissed like that before.”
“Oh.”
Eddie feels stupid. That is until you say,
“Oh, Eddie. Hey, c’mere.”
Eddie lets himself fall too willingly into your arms. Has no problems this time when you wrap your arms around his back and pull him as close as possible. Close enough that his hair presses so hard into the skin of your neck that he expects it to be embossed.
He grasps at the back of your shirt a little too hard. Pressing his nose into the skin behind your ear, sniffling wetly.
“It’s okay,” you murmur into his head, “I had I really good night and I think,” you pause and let him rub his cheek into your shoulder, “I think I’ve wanted to kiss you for a really long time.”
He pulls back and you think he has the prettiest eyes. Despite them being glassy and the tiniest bloodshot. “Yeah?”
You lean in and peck him right above his top lip, overthe plush of his cupid's bow, "Yeah."
“You think you'll want to try it again sometime?"
You smile brightly, "I think I do. More than you think."
"Way more than I think."
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Headcannon (E.M.)
Is Eddie an ass or a boob man?
I offer you a third option.
WARNING: Smut, MDNI 18+
Eddie loves pussy.
He'll have you spread out on your bed, his hair soft as he lays his head on your upper thigh.
He starts off by rubbing a finger over your clit. Feather light, but with enough pressure to slowly stoke the fire in your belly. It takes a shockingly short time to have you where he wants you, breathing heavily and whimpering his name. But right before you crest the hill, he stops.
Then he takes a long finger, takes your juices, and rubs it softly up and down your slit before slipping it inside your warm cunt. He takes his time searching for the spongy texture that tells him he's found your G-spot.
You begin to crest again like before, and just like before, he stops before you can climax. He hums to himself as he takes a finger and begins to circle your clit again.
He does this again and again, over and over, back and forth, until you feel your skin vibrate with need. You beg him for release, to do something, and even though he wasn't trying to get you to beg, he also can't deny how much he loves it.
He doesn't say a word, simply slips two fingers inside your pussy while he attaches his lips to your clit. He suckles you, and within seconds he has you singing.
Your orgasm feels like it lasts for hours, pleasure radiating from your lower abdomen out in waves to the rest of your body. He doesn't stop once, his fingers slowing while he drinks down all you have to offer him.
When you finally return to yourself, your body can't help but melt into the mattress. Your body shakes when you feel his lips deliver one final kiss to your clit. Then he rests his head on your upper thigh, and when he finally looks you in the eye, he has a smile that stretches from ear to ear.
He doesn't say a word because he knows he doesn't need a single one after what he just did to you.
(on a side note, I need a drink and to get laid, and not necessarily in that order.
Also, I’m high right now and edibles make me frisky. That’s where this whole piece was born from.)
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Crawl on me, sink into me, die for me
Headcannons for perv!dark!eddie
tagging my bby who helped me brainstorm a fuck ton of this @omenhel
listen to while reading : rot away by jesse jo stark
tw for scent kink, possessive eddie, cry baby eddie, slight manipulation, mentions of periods and sanitary products, slight stalking mention, holding his dick while he pees, somno, pillow humping, slight cnc, anal, face sitting, wet dreams, cockwarming, mentions of a fleshlight, if I missed any please let me know
He would try to subtlely sniff you whenever the two of you would hug. Tucking his face into your neck and playing off his deep breath as a sigh of happiness from the affection. Thinks you smell so much better without any type of spray or deodorant on. Thinks your natural smell is much more pleasing, and loves it.
Constantly stealing little trinkets from your room/house. Used lip balm, partially ate bag of snacks, the lotion you use after you shower, underwear etc. He has a little unmarked box in his closet with everything collected. Plans to set up a display in the corner of his closet. Arranges "pictures" of the two of you for it, they're just clippings of different pictures of the two of you separate that he put together and created false scenarios for.
Eddie gets worked up whenever he sees what he thinks is you flirting with other people. Tears well up, lips poked out in a pout as he practically steams while you talk to them. When you're done, he looks at you with his big brown eyes and asks if you would rather go date them instead of some freak trailer trash. Not believeing you when you tell him that nobody could ever possibly replace him until you give him a kiss and he still clings to you for the rest of the day. Not wanting to let you up even to go the the bathroom, holding onto your clothes as he follows you around like a sad little puppy. Asks if he can come inside the bathroom with you and hold your hand during.
Bribes steve and robin to let him see what movies you've been renting, and for them to keep them back the next time they're free so he can rent them. Using the movies as another excuse to talk to you about anything he can.
Eddie would die if you ever asked to borrow his jackets because you got cold. The sight of you in them making his heart just about beat out of his chest, and later whenever you give it back, the idea of his scent on you has his eyes rolling back.
But on the other hand, he would absolutely steal your clothes as a way to be "closer" to you. Doesn't matter if they're too small and end up crop tops or if they're bigger and end up leaving him drowning in the fabric. He constantly is running his hands over the material, thinking about how many times you've worn it and the fact that you'll probably wear it once he gives it back. Not realizing the fact that he wore it and will be wrapping yourself with it, with him.
If he ever does a favor for you, the only thing he'll ever ask for in return is a kiss. Seeming so happy and smug when he asks for it, knowing you won't say no because what's the harm in a little kiss? None, as far as you're concerned. But it only fuels him and sends him deeper into the dark thoughts in his mind.
Eddie's such a cry baby when it comes to you. He whines whenever you get up from the two of you cuddling, pouting and trying to pull you back by your clothes. Practically has a tantrum like a kid who's favorite toy has been taken when he sees someone else interested in you. Which most of the time, is someone simply trying to make a friendly conversation with you. But Eddie thinks every body in the town of hawkins is trying to take the one good thing in his life away from him and he simply won't stand for it
Thought he went to died and accidentally went to heaven the first time the two of you shared a bed. Sticking to you like glue, no matter how much you might move in your sleep, he would follow and find out a comfortable way to wrap himself around your odd positions. Essentially turning into an octopus with the way he's able to cling onto you.
He can't stand the idea of you getting hurt and him not being able to help. Starts to stash first aid kits and whatever you might need for an injury every where. He doesn't want you going to anybody else besides him whenever you need something, especially when you're in pain or need help.
Will "visit" your work place every few hours to check up on you and make sure you're still there. Hates the thought of not knowing where you are and being able to get in touch with you. It worries him, even though the logical part of his brain knows you're probably simply just busy
(If you menstruate) Eddie would absolutely change out your tampon for you. On his knees, not caring if he gets anything on his hands. Looking up at you to make sure its comfortsble and okay. He'd make sure your pad is right where you need it, checking in with you that its positioned right. Always makes sure your cups are clean and that they sit right. His free hands softly stroking your leg waiting for you to make sure he did it good enough.
If you ever joked about holding him while he went to the bathroom, he would instantly agree. He doesn't see anything odd or weird about it. Gently instructing you on how to shake and everything needed. Now he brings you to the bathroom with him constantly, telling you that he has a special job he needs help with. He considers it, simply couple bonding.
He knows he shouldn't be so obsessed with you, shouldn't want to follow you like a lost puppy. But he can't help himself. Every moment, he realized, is spent thinking about you. If you'd like it if he wore a different shirt, if you needed help, if someone was trying to damage your image of him....
Eddie wouldn't know what to do if you started thinking the same way hawkins does. Thinking that he's a devil worshiper when the only thing he's ever worshiped is you. He would bow at your feet if it would make you happy, would let you take your anger out on him as long as it served you. He can't believe someone like you would let someone like him ever touch you. But he will never take it for granted. Thanking you for every caress of his hair, of every kiss, of every word uttered to him.
Nsfw
About cums in his pants the first time you even so much as lay your legs across his lap, much less sitting in it. He bites back a groan every time you shift ever so slightly, and thinks it's you teasing him about how hard he gets for you.
Has used your hand to jerk off when you're at his and staying the night, while kissing you as you slept.
Constantly sprays your scent on a pillow that's your replacement for whenever you have to leave. Clings to it and even humps it sometimes. About cries when he cums on it because then it won't smell like you when he washes it.
Eddie often sneaks into your bedroom, after a while of dating he convinced you too start to leave your window unlocked in case he ever wanted to surprise you. He "surprises" you a couple of times a week while you're asleep. Carefully climbing in, making sure to keep his steps light as possible. He stands by the window for a moment, watching your chest rise and fall with every breath, before slinking over to you and crawling under the covers. Running his hands up and down your soft legs, his eyes practically roll back as he nuzzles his face into your thighs. Pressing sloppy kisses up to your cunt where he doesn't even bother taking off your underwear and flattening his tongue. Lapping at you while he humps your soft sheets, his hands on your hips to keep you pressed against his face in case you move in your sleep.
Always has his hands under your shirt, sometimes just softly stroking your warm skin. Other times, his hands start to drift up to your chest. Feeling you up with the excuse of his hands being cold, while he pinches and plays with your nipples. Ignoring your whining about him being mean and that he shouldn't be doing it.
Eddie tries to convince you to do anal. Surprising you by pushing his thumb into your tight hole when you're on your hands and knees, slipping his tongue in while he gives you sloppy head. Anything he can do to convince you that he would make it feel good for you and that its not dirty.
The amount of wet dreams he has about you is embarrassing, especially because they're not intense or hard core. Most of the time it's you letting him explore your body and get to know every single inch of it. Or even, him sucking on your chest while you brush his hair out of his face for him.
Cried the first time the two of you had sex, which was his first time. Was nervous about telling you but felt it would be the best option. Stutters out the fact that he's still a virgin and expects you to laugh at him. Shock washes over him when you still climb into his lap, telling him that it's okay and that you'll take good care of him. Gets so loud while you ride him that at first you stick your fingers in his mouth but he's still too loud. You reach over and grab your disgarded panties and shove them into his loud mouth. Eddie clenches his eyes shut at the feeling of the already wet fabric in order to try to not instantly cum but it doesn't help. Loud moans muffled from the fabric and frantic bucking of his hips let you know he's about to cum in you.
Steals your body products all the time. Uses things like your lotion and body wash(if he's in the shower) to jerk off with. Just grins whenever you complain about running out of product. He's tempted to replace the difference in your lotion with his cum..
Will beg on his knees to get you to sit on his face. Head shoved into your lower stomach, grip tight on your shirt while he begs for it over and over. Showing you how desperate he is for your thighs to smother him, how he wouldn't want you to stop even if he was choking. He tells you he needs it like he need the very air he breathes.
"Oh god. Hah, fuck baby. You feel so good. Gonna squeeze me to death. Just like that, fuck yes, love you. Love you so much. No one else can make me feel this way. I'd do whatever you want as long as you let me stay like this! Hah"
Loves and lives for cockwarming, it always makes him feel closer to you. Being able to just be in you while the two of you snuggle or take a nap. He thinks its a good way for the two of you get closer, as if that's what your relationship lacked.
So loud. Just, so loud. He rambles during sex so much. You might get the cops called on you because he sounds like he's being murdered rather than having you ride him. Usually also crying from how overwhelmed he gets, but will pout and look up at you all bleary eyes if you stop. Sniffling and asking if something's wrong, if you'd rather be on bottom. Instantly starts trying to flip you over while his cheeks are still wet with tears becauee he thinks that's what you're asking for.
Went beet red when you found his fleshlight, tucked away in a drawer when you were looking for clothed. He tried to stutter out that it wasn't his but the two of you knew the truth. The tips of his ears turnjng bright red when you tease him and ask him if he uses it when you're not there, if he says your name and pretends its you he's fucking. The only response he can muster up is a shaky nod, hoping you don't notice how hard just talking about it got him. Cries and whines when you make him fuck it instead of you, telling him to show you exactly how he does it. Practically sobbing that he wanted to cum in you while thrusting into the plastic toy.
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first date with eddie (headcannons)
warnings: overall fluff, makeout, touching, language
eddie munson x reader using she/her pronouns
Eddie was scared shitless to ask her out
And when he finally grew the balls to ask her, he was quite shocked that she said yes
They’ve been friends forever
It started out as a harmless and romanticless relationship
They both considered themselves just best friends
Nothing more and nothing less
Eddie’s feelings for her didn’t bloom until the beginning of high school
However, it wasn’t until their senior year (his 2nd senior year) that he started seeing her as a girlfriend
Little did he know she felt the same
She tried to show flirty signs for years, but he didn’t notice
The playful shoves or the arm in arm walks
She joined his Hellfire Club at school - even though she had no idea how to play the game
She just enjoyed watching Eddie have fun
He even made her a one-of-a-kind shirt where the little devil had a pair of sunglasses on it
Ones similar to the ones she wore on a daily basis
That’s when her love for him grew fonder
One Friday, Eddie was going to ask her out while she was switching her morning textbooks for the afternoon
He watched from afar as she walked up to her locker, put in her code, and start unloading her bag
She was wearing a pair of denim jeans, oversized sweater, and her hair tied loosely in a pink scrunchie
He walked up to her with a smile
“Hi, Eds,” she smiled
She was the only person that could call him that
“Hey,” he said
She had a concerned look on her face
“Everything okay?” she asked
“Oh yeah, everything’s great. How was your classes?” he tucked a piece of hair behind his ear
“They were alright, happy that it’s the weekend.”
“Hey, listen, Uh-”
He kept pausing and rubbing the back of his neck
He was nervous as fuck
“There’s a new Friday the 13th movie out tonight, wanna go see it with me? Like, a date?”
She blushed, no one asked her out in a while - not anyone she felt something for
“Of course I’ll go out with you, Eds.”
His eyes lit up, all he wanted to do was cheer loudly and dance around the busy hallway
“Great! Uh- awesome. I’ll pick you up at 7:30,” he smiled and walked her to her next class, not caring if he was late to his own.
While she sat in class, she couldn’t concentrate on algebra
The only thing on her mind was Eddie
The more she thought about him, the more she wanted him
She cursed at herself why she didn’t make a better move earlier
She couldn’t wait till their date
When he got home from school, he stood in front of his closet trying to figure out what he should wear - she was doing the absolute same
He decided on black jeans, white shirt and her a white skirt, pink shirt and a sweater
She was waiting on her deck when he pulled up her driveway in his white van
He, of course, had his favorite Metallica song blaring from the speaker - making her giggle
“You look beautiful,” he said
“And you as well”
The two sat in silence - awkward silence - as he drove to the Starcourt Mall
Noramlly, the mall isn’t Eddie’s scene
Too many people, stores that aren’t his type, music he doesn’t like plays throughout the mall
“I can’t get away from this shit pop music!” he would say she “forced” him to help her find a homecoming dress
He secretly loved it
He winced at he saw the parking lot as he pulled in
“We don’t have to be here, I’m okay just-”
“No,” he interrupted, “I want to take you to see this movie.”
She smiled and grabbed his hand that was placed on his shaking leg.
As they walked towards the large building, she grabbed his hand
This was a date afterall
He held the door open for her and motioned for her to go in first
“A true gentleman.” she said
He smiled wide and threw his arm over her shoulder, and hers around his waist
He paid for both tickets
He found you a seat in the corner as it was a fully sold-out theater
He felt so protective of her when she got scared from one of the scenes
He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close
“I really wanna kiss you right now,” he whispered in her ear
She blushed, “There’s someone right next to us, behind us, and in front of us!”
“Fuck ‘em,” he said, grabbing her chin and planting on right on her
Of course, once they started, they couldn’t stop.
They got a few looks and a couple of rude grunts from people who were simply trying to enjoy the slasher film.
“Why don’t we get outta here?”
Eddie grabbed her hand and they ran out of the theater, out of the mall, and into the dark parking lot.
It was late and most shoppers went home except for the movie goers - who were all inside
They were alone
He pushed her up against his van and continued what he was doing in the theater
Except he was way more handsy
Her hands were everywhere
His hair
His hips
His neck
His face
His chest
Everywhere
“Should have done this sooner,” he laughed in her mouth
“We didn’t know and we were both too chicken shit to do anything about it,” she joked, “Take me home, Eds. Stay with me tonight.”
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In case you didnt know, these are waist chain handcuffs not regular handcuffs.
hed probably wear it as a belt or accessory but im of the belief that eddie is some variation of a theatre kid, (i have extended opinions on this but thats not for here), I also headcanon he likes to make movies with his friends (maybe even enter film festivals)
so i like to think he got the cuffs from somewhere like that originally and kept them as decoration.
(This isnt an attempt to prove the handcuffs theory wrong, i fully support that theory too)
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roommate!eddie pt 2
okay, finally posting part two to this. thanks for your patience on this!! been depressed busy lol also once again if this is bad i simply don’t want to know
cw: 18+ mdni, noncon voyuerism again (it’s still wanted, just not explicitly stated), (m&f) masturbation, wet dreams, accidental boners, eddie’s exasperated, drug usage briefly mentioned (it’s just weed), fem!reader, chubby/plus size reader implied!! um i fink that’s it. let me know if i missed anything. oh this is all in lowercase cause i suck lol this is also not really edited so godspeed to you all
nothing drastically changed after the first incident. eddie had been more skittish than usual, which is saying something as he is a jumpy little thing to begin with.
he felt guilty for getting off to you getting off and he couldn’t very well tell you that, (well he could, but he doesn’t know he could). eddie could barely look you in the eye the first few days after, avoiding you at every turn. you thought he actually might implode when you ran into him in only a towel.
he was out when you got in the shower so you didn’t bother with clothes. while there had been no ulterior motives that time, that’s not to say you didn’t start to tease eddie.
you’d been holding off on jumping his bones because you had wanted to be sure he wanted you. sure, you’d heard him get off at the same time as you but maybe it was a coincidence.
so when he finally started acting normal about two weeks later you decided to test the waters.
you started off small. wearing a big shirt and no pants one evening.
“everything okay?” you asked while floating around the kitchen, making dinner. eddie was frozen in the doorway, just getting home from work.
you avoid his gaze, butterflies swarming in your stomach, heat in your cheeks. you know you’re right, you know he wants you but that doesn’t fix your insecurities.
while moving back to the stove you catch eddie shaking his head, as if to wake himself up. his voice soon follows, albeit strained.
“yeah, sweetheart. i’m good.” eddie, was in fact, not good, “whatever you’re making smells great, i’ll be right back.”
he zooms away so fast you’re surprised you don’t see a smoke outline of him in his wake.
well, that was either a really great reaction or a terrible one continuing on with dinner, you don’t see eddie again the rest of the night.
(he’s jerking off, but you don’t know that)
a couple days pass and he hears you get off again. he hasn’t heard you since that first night. He doesn’t know if you haven’t gotten off at all (unlikely) or if maybe it was just a one off thing that he heard you. maybe you usually wait till he’s not home, but he hears you tonight and you’re not exactly quiet about it.
he’s in bed, sat up against your shared wall, hand palming his cock through his boxers as he listens. through the wall you’re moaning so loud your voice rings crystal clear in his ears. he thinks about what you look like when you’re cumming, a sheen to your skin, chest heaving, a slick mess at the apex of your thighs.
he imagines his cum dripping down your thighs and groans. that image of you is all the motivation he needs to shove his boxers down his thighs and start jerking off. he’s not kind about it, trying to get off at the same time as you. spitting into his hand, he starts a brutal pace, his other hand reaching down to massage his balls.
as he jerks his cock, he thinks about you on top, the way you’d look holding down his wrists, using him as leverage to grind into him. your tits in his face, the feel of your tummy pressing into him as you lean down to kiss him. he whimpers, feeling himself teetering on the edge.
a high pitched whine reaches his ears from your room and that’s all he needs to fall over, cumming all over his hands and stomach, he works himself through it until he’s whimpering. what he doesn’t know is that you’ve heard him again too. leaning against your shared wall listening to him work his cock.
you both sit there, in your respective rooms, out of breath and yearning for one another.
days pass and eddie’s not as openly weird about it this time. he is able to look you in the eye and hold a conversation, which you think means some sort of weird progress.
it’s finally your day off, and all you have planned to do is absolutely nothing. binging whatever show and lounging on the couch.
to be fair, eddie wasn’t home again so you weren’t originally trying to tempt him, but you did improvise. he comes home to find you asleep on the couch and he thinks he may just actually die.
you’re passed out on your stomach, one leg hitched up, face squished against the pillow while snoring softly. you’re only wearing a shirt and panties. your shirt rests above the curve of your ass, the soft cotton of your panties on display.
he comically bites his fist to avoid groaning as he makes his way over to you quiet as eddie can be, to try and rouse you kindly.
eddie crouches down, knees to chest, his fingertips a breath away from your shoulder when you moan.
he’s immediately frozen again.
this cannot be happening, you cannot be having a wet dream.
your hips start to move as you let out a breathy sigh, grinding down trying to find friction.
eddie leans his head to his knees and softly sighs, trying so hard to move himself away. leave the room and do the right thing and go.
but he can’t, not when you look like this, not when you sound like this. so pretty and soft and sweet. so he lifts his head, watches and listens.
his eyes rake up your body. your doughy thighs on display, and if he moves leans his head just so he sees the bump of your cunt. a gasp escapes him.
you’re soaked, folds stuck to the fabric. he stares too long, burning the image in his mind. forcing his eyes away, he follows the curves of your body, takes in every inch of flesh exposed by your rucked up shirt. when his gaze follows the slope of your shoulder to your face he inhales sharply.
your eyes are open, you’ve been watching him watch you.
“eddie,” teasing, voice sticky with sleep “what are you doing?”
he looks down, avoiding your gaze, brain racing to find an excuse. he doesn’t think sorry! was watching you have a wet dream will cut it.
“was just coming over here to wake you up, cause i didn’t want your neck to hurt after sleeping on the couch.” he says all in one breath, nails tapping a rhythm onto the coffee table absentmindedly. his eyes bounce around the room, avoiding.
you roll over and sit up, legs stretching out in front of you. eddie sits on the ground, between the couch and the coffee table where he still taps a rhythm, facing you.
“that’s sweet eddie, thank you.” you say, genuinely, smiling. he is kind, even though he’s telling a half truth.
his eyes flicker back to you at your thanks, the rhythm stops. he follows the curves of your form to your face, once again.
stopping at your thighs squeezing together, to where your belly peaks out from your shirt, soft and plush, to where your tits rest naturally because eddie can’t catch a fucking break.
“so, how was work?” you ask. closing your eyes as you lay back down and stretch out, you softly moan. eddie feels his cock jump, he makes himself turn away.
“oh you know,” he’s can’t look at you, he’s breathless, “same shit, different day.”
you open your eyes and nudge his shoulder with your knee, his band tee soft against your skin.
“oh come on, eddie” you tease, “i know you have more to say than that.”
he can’t help but laugh, meeting your gaze he flushes.
“i get it. i talk too much.” sighing dramatically as if you’ve fatally wounded him, “i’m sooooo sorry,” he’s all sarcasm.
as he’s talking you lean up, scooting so you’re sitting with your back against the arm of the couch. you let your right leg fall to the floor, your clothed cunt now in eddie’s direct line of sight. he stares, not breathing.
you nudge him with your foot, playing dumb.”really? nothing else? no shitty customers? nothing about your annoying coworkers?”
eddie scrambles to his feet, hands in front of his crotch, red in the face. “oh that reminds me! i offered to let my coworker borrow a book,” eddie stumbles as he walks backwards to the hall, squawking, he continues, “he closes tonight so i’ll just swing by now.”
he’s speaking louder now, almost to his room. “i might actually stop by the store too!” there’s shuffling, a loud crash and several fucks! sworn by the time he finally comes back into the living room, book in tow.
you’ve now pulled a blanket over you, dejected. turning your show back on, you wait for eddie to leave before you move to hide in your room.
he doesn’t notice the anxious look on your face, so focused on getting out of there before i burst in my pants!
eddie flies to the door, and tells you to text him if you need anything while he’s out. the door’s not even shut by the time you’re off of the couch, sulking back to your room.
eddie sits in his (newer) van to calm down before he leaves, unable to get the image of you out of his head. crushing on his new roommate was not in his plans.
he’s definitely convinced you’re flirting with him though so it’s not one sided, he hopes. he wonders if he should test the waters, see if you actually want him.
what if you didn’t know your pussy was right in his face? he knows how ridiculous that sounds.
he doesn’t want to get his hopes up, been the butt of a prank too many times that he catches himself mistrusing his intuition.
although he’s grown, he can’t always shake his insecurities, but he wants to put himself out there. for you. his mind continues to race as he drives back to work.
you, on the other hand, were wallowing in bed. you felt like you were being pretty forward. your pussy was in his face for christ’s sake! while the rejection hurts, you’re worried. maybe you came on too strong? he seems interested in you, he certainly couldn’t take his eyes away from you.
smoking a joint and taking a bath to relax, you plot your next big move. deciding that if he doesn’t make a move this time. you’ll drop it.
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he looks like wayne left him to go to the store and told him “don’t answer the door for anybody”
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I Told You So
Eddie munson x reader
Tw: Anxiety, Crying, I struggle with thinking people are mad at me when they aren’t so I wrote this little blurb
“Whats wrong?” Eddie asks as he stops in the doorway to your bedroom. Curls swaying from his sudden halt and the bag of snacks from the gas station crinkling in his hand.
You quickly wiped under your eyes. Trying to hide the proof. You hadn’t expected Eddie to be back so soon. You thought you’d have more time to have your mini-breakdown.
“Nothing. Just got an eyelash in my eye.” It was a shitty lie and you both knew it. He lifted an eyebrow, giving you a look that said “really?”
You shrugged. Silently admitting that you knew your lie was bad, but not willing to vocalize it.
The bed sunk, the old springs squeaking as Eddie sat beside you. The plastic bag abandoned beside him.
“You wanna talk about it?” He asks, never prying. He always let you come to him. He knew by now the way you were and they way your mind worked.
“I’m scared,” you admitted, picking the imaginary lint off your pants.
“Of what?” He asks, rubbing a reassuring hand on your back. You could feel the metal of his rings through your t-shirt.
“I don’t think they like me.”
“Who?”
“Everyone,” you exclaim, voice cracking and tears flowing again.
“Babe, everyone loves you. Why do you think that they don’t?” Patient, brows furrowed as he looked at you with concern.
You swallowed, trying to relieve the tightness in your throat before you spoke again. “Robin snapped at me the other day. I didn’t do anything all I did was hand her what she was looking for and she didn’t even say bye when she left and then Steve gave me a weird look like I did something wrong and I-“
“Breathe,” Eddie reminded you, fingers rubbing the expanse of your back in circles.
You gulped in a breath, filling your lungs with fresh air.
“Can I tell you what I think?” He asks, looking at you for permission.
You nod silently.
“I would never let anyone be mean to you and I would never take you somewhere where you would be uncomfortable. Robin was just having a bad day because she couldn’t find her keys and she was late. She thought Steve had hidden them, and he did. That’s why she was upset. It wasn’t you. I promise. And Steve probably gave you that look because he knew he made her mad.” Eddie said calmly, watching your face to see if his reassurance was working.
“She’s not mad at me?” You clarify, looking into his eyes for the hint of a lie. You knew he never lied to you though.
“No. No one is ever mad at you. Everyone loves you. I promise,” Eddie said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “If you don’t want to go tonight we don’t have to. We can make an excuse to stay home. But I promise if we do go you’ll see that everything is fine.”
“We can go,” you say as you stand up and wipe under your eyes. “But if they seem mad at me can we leave?”
“Yes. All you have to do is give me the look.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you, making you grin. He sighed in relief at your happiness. He wished you could see yourself the way he saw you, see how much you were adored by everyone who knew you.
You got ready quickly, hiding the evidence of your previous turmoil. You practiced your smile in the mirror, overthinking the outcome of every possible interaction you could have with Steve and Robin tonight.
On the ride over, your stomach churned. You thought about asking Eddie to turn the van around to go home so you could just hide in your bed for the night. You knew he would the second you asked, but you knew if you didn’t face the worry head on then you would spend all night making yourself sick with worry.
You gripped Eddie’s hand tightly when you walked into Steve’s house. You were greeted with excited hey’s, every one happy that you were there.
And when Robin threw her arms around you in a tight hug, chattering with you about something she had done earlier in the day, you looked over her shoulder to see Eddie mouth “I told you so.”
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So Eddie coded...
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Feelin Funny | Eddie Munson
Summary :: Eddie, your drug dealer, comes and picks you up from a party when you smoke something different.
Warnings/Tags :: gn!reader, though nickname sweetheart is used, reader smokes weed, mentions of laced drugs, mentions of drugs obvi
“Eddie?”
The sound of your small, slightly slurred voice over the crackling sound of Eddie’s landline has him fisting at his eyes with little care, trying his best to wake completely to comprehend you.
“Yeah?” His voice is croaky and drenched in sleep, so he clears his throat to repeat himself, “Y/N? You okay?”
He hears a little ruffling and then a loud crack like you’d drop the receiver. He then hears a few shits and fucks, followed by your voice again, a little clearer than last, “Where are you?”
He laughs a little. Obviously, he was at home, you had called his home phone. But then he becomes a little worried, “At home, sweetheart. Why you calling? It’s 1am.”
Not that he had it in him to mind, he welcomed it in fact. He loved when you called, even though it was rare, usually when you wanted to score or when you’d want to come over for something. You were his favourite person he sold drugs to, but a 1am call? That had never happened before.
“I’m at this party,” You mumble through a hiccup, “I smoked something and I…” You trail off and Eddie can feel his heart pickup in its cage.
“What’d you smoke?” Eddie clutches the black telephone cord in his hand, twirling it around his fingers anxiously.
“Jus’ weed.” More hiccuping, “I feel really funny though. Not like usual. Feel dizzy.”
“You drink anything?” Eddie knows all too well what happens if you drink any alcohol before smoking. It was a rule you probably shouldn’t break.
“No,” You mumble a reply, “Can you come get me? I’m r-really tired and the people here are weird.”
Eddie pushes himself up off the wall, wedging the receiver between his ear and shoulder and moves to toe his shoes on, “Where are you, Y/N?”
You ramble off an address as Eddie fishes for his keys from the bowl on the table by the door, cursing when he fumbles and drops them to the floor, "Shit, okay, Y/N. I'll be there in five. Just go find a bathroom and sit down. Okay?"
He hears you mumble something that sounds like okay, before the piercing sound of the hang-up dial tone is ringing down the line. He curses, letting the receiver fall from his hand and weakly spring back towards the wall before he's rushing out to his van.
Eddie arrives on the street you gave him, the party not hard to find throughout the small number of houses cluttering the cul-de-sac. He parks his van, almost halfway up the curb, slamming his door behind him as he stalks up the path.
A range of technicolour lights spew from the house's windows, plastic cups and a discarded deck of cards litter the front lawn and he struggles to hear himself think when he walks through the door. The smell of stale beer and sour tequila welcomes him when he pushes past a group of people in the front hallway. He's thankful that the party is clearly too busy for anyone to question why he's there.
Which allows him to look for you without any interruptions. The first bathroom he stumbles across, you're not there. He's too anxious to find you to even think about what he did find in there, however.
Lucky for him, he finds you in the next. You're sat on the lidded toilet, elbow propped on the basin beside you, head resting in your palm. You're half slumped over, eyes flittering to keep yourself awake.
He walks over to you, kneeling down at your feet, his hands coming to rest on your bare knees. "Hey," Eddie whispers, squeezing the flesh of your thighs.
"Hey," You echo, sitting up against the cold ceramic of the toilet, eyes struggling to stay open. "Eds." You mumble.
Eddie would've found the nickname endearing if the state of you didn't have him a worrying mess, "Can you open your eyes for me, sweetheart?"
You do, a funny smile against your lips. A great juxtaposition to the ghost of a frown across your eyebrows, "Feelin' funny, Eddie." You whine, leaning forward to dip your head under his chin to lean against his chest.
"Did someone give you something? Something that wasn't pot?" Eddie knows you don't take any other drugs. You only ever came to him for weed. He also knows that with the way you're acting, it definitely wasn't from anything milder than that.
"No, only smoked a joint." You hiccup, resting your hands atop his own to squeeze them. He turns them palm up, allowing you to entangle your fingers through his.
Eddie thinks maybe your joint was laced with something. And when you suddenly turn to throw up in the bathtub, a wretched sound erupting from your chest as you splutter and cough. He knows it definitely was.
"Fuck," He murmurs, standing behind you to hold your hair behind your shoulders as you throw up again, gripping the edge of the tub. You wipe at the corner of your mouth, straightening your back to lean back against his thighs.
"You gonna go again?" Eddie asks, tucking your hair behind your ears. Moving to cup your cheeks with his hands, your skin white hot under his touch. He frowns when you shiver against him.
"No," You sniffle. "Can you take me home, Eds?"
"Course." Eddie mumbles, helping you to your feet, arms situated under your armpits as you find your footing against cold black and white tiles. He moves to pinch your nose clean, wiping the mess on his shirt, hooking his arm around your torso to hold you to his side and help you out to his van.
You're slightly staggering when you're moving throughout the house, mumbling something about how thankful you are that your favourite drug dealer has come to help you out. It's only because you're so out of it, and desperately needing his help to stand on two feet, that he fights the urge to walk around the party and find out who gave you the weed in the first place.
When he stops momentarily to look at a guy in the corner of the sitting room with a tin like his, more full of tiny white-powdered bags than it is weed, you're pulling on his pyjama shirt to get him to hurry up.
"Eds, c'mon."
"Yeah, sorry bub."
He finally gets you into his van, clipping you into the passenger seat. He makes sure you're comfortable and as soon as he shuts your door, you're curling up, resting your head against the cold glass of the window.
The trip to your house is thankfully a quick one and when he looks over to see you shivering against the leather of his seat, he's sure to make it even quicker. He's pulling up your drive in record timing, moving around to your door to help you out.
Your footing is much more stable than last as he helps you manoeuvre through your house. Even though it's one you could probably do with your eyes closed, you bump into chairs and bookcases as you beeline for your bedroom. Eddie winces when you bang your hip into a table corner. You, on the other hand, seem to not even feel it. You were sure to in the morning, though.
Eddie steers you up the stairs, holding his breath when you almost lose your balance. He's confused about how you can still stumble around even though he has his arms firmly situated around you.
He finally gets to your room, sitting you firmly down on your bed. You look up at him with droopy eyes and a lopsided smile and he feels his breath catch in his throat, "You okay? Not gonna throw up again?"
"No, feelin' 'bit better." You yawn, fisting at your eyes with little care, "Wanna go to sleep, though."
"Sounds like an idea."
Eddie moves to your dresser, fumbling through drawers to find something that looked like pyjamas. He, himself, usually went for whatever clean shirt he could find and a pair of boxers, but he was sure that wouldn't do for you. He eventually found a pair of shorts and a matching shirt, glancing over his shoulder almost every ten seconds to make sure you were okay and hadn't passed out or fallen off the bed.
He stands back in front of you, clothes extended in his hand, "These do?" He chuckles.
You hum when he hands them to you and then you both pause, seemingly thinking the same thing, "Will you help?"
"Yeah."
He moves to pull your shirt off, not roughly but quick enough to not make you uncomfortable with him manhandling you, half naked and half inebriated. He pulls your pyjama shirt over your head, hair a mess when it ruffles over your face. He moves to brush it from your eyes, smiling when you look up at him over his hands.
He helps you into your pants, laughing when you grip the back of his thighs for purchase, almost falling back into the mattress.
He pulls back your covers and helps you under them, pulling them over your curled-up body. He moves to turn on your lamp and stops when you grab his hand, "Eddie?"
"Yeah?" He turns to look at you. You seem to be feeling better than earlier, though still looked tired. That was a given, he thinks.
"Thank you." You wrinkle your nose, pushing down into your pillow, "For coming to get me. It means a lot, I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't been there."
"Hey, it's no big deal. Call me whenever you need anything. I'm there." He smiles softly, brushing the hair from your face, and thumbing the dark semi-circles under your eyes. He hopes you know what he means, even though you're still a little drowsy. Call me whenever you need anything, weed or not.
You lean into his touch, "I think picking up high customers is well beyond your pay grade." You laugh and he relaxes. Finally, he'd heard that stupidly cute noise for the first time that night. He knows you're definitely feeling better.
"Hey, you're not just some customer. We're friends, right?" He laughs.
"Oh, I'd hope so." You sigh, "You're definitely more than just my favourite drug dealer."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah, favourite hair holder as well." You giggle. He laughs too, a soft, airy noise that makes your eyes flutter closed momentarily.
"You gonna be okay if I leave you here, hm?" Eddie asks.
"You can stay if you want." You smile, and Eddie thinks he can see a glimmer of hope behind your eyes.
"You sure?"
"Sure," You squeeze his hand, "Unless it's too late after hours? Too below your pay grade?" You smile.
"Way above." He laughs, toeing his shoes off at the edge of your bed, "Way, way above."
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Eddie is the kind of guy that likes to put his full body weight on you as a way of flirting. And also lacks the understanding of personal space with you.
like you’re sitting down reading a book and he’ll come up behind you and just rest on your back. It’s alright at first but then you feel him start to get heavier and heavier. The book is sandwiched between your legs and your chest. “Eddie... you’re crushing me.”
When you are getting stuff from your locker he squishes behind you and pretends to grab something from your locker. He mutters an ‘excuse me’ and then laughs.
Sometimes when you are talking to him he leans in really close. Your lips almost meet at one point until you shy away and squeal. He thinks that’s adorable.
But what takes it home is when you’re at his trailer watching a movie and you sit on the couch watching intently as Eddie feels himself begin to doze off. Eddie yawns and stretches before laying down on top of you. It catches you off guard and you fall onto the cushions. He rests his head on your chest and closes his eyes. You smile down at him and pet his head. He looks so cute sleeping. You bite your lip then presses your lips against his hair. He smiles at the sensation and turns his head to face you, “I’m going to need more of that.” And he captures your lips in a kiss.
I wrote a fic based on this headcannon: check it out
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Did that turn you on?
Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
TW: NSFW, smut 18+, minors DNI, unprotected sex, mentions of oral sex (both m and f), smoking weed, drinking, the reader is 18+, cuss words, pet names, praise kink, semi-public fingering, groping.
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It all started after a D&D campaign. Eddie offered to drove you back home and, before driving, you both smoked a joint together. It became an appointment you two were very happy to repeat every night after Hellfire. Soon, the smoking led to heated make out sessions, the kisses then lead to you giving Eddie a blowjob in the back of his van and, lastly, to Eddie eating you out. You and Eddie had never had sex, the only act that would bear consequences that you weren’t ready to face. Often you would tease Eddie by sitting in his lap or he would smack your butt when you were walking in front of him. You two were now in a grey area between friendship and almost dating, both too chickened out to actually express your feelings.
Until today.
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You’re walking to the Hellfire club, your bag hanging lazily on your shoulder and bumping against your hip, while you're checking your makeup in your pocket mirror.
“Yeah you look good, but none of us is ready for you and Eddie to tease each other”. Gareth’s voice startles you.
You turn around to give him a questioning look. “Tease? What do you mean, Gareth?”, you ask him, blushing. Gareth is the closest friend you have, you two grew up together and he was the one to introduce you to the magical world of D&D. Then, of course, he managed to convince you to participate to Hellfire.
He snorts, “Oh come on, Y/N! We all have eyes; he’s always palming your butt and you’re sitting in his lap and wiggling your hips like this”. Gareth then mimics your wiggling your hips, taking a few steps in front of you. You let out a barking laugh, moving closer to him to pat his hips playfully. “Please, tell me I don’t actually look like this or else I’m going to kill myself”.
Gareth snorts, then throws his arm around your shoulders, walking towards the room.
“Dude, do you remember ‘bout my party, tomorrow night, huh? Will you make me those cupcakes?”, he practically begs you, trying to do puppy eyes.
“No need to puppy eye me, Gareth”, you chuckle, “Of course, they’re the best when the munchies come”.
You two reach the door, still with Gareth’s arm around your shoulders. From the inside someone opens the door and Eddie steps out, smiling at the both of you. Gareth gulps, quickly removing your body from the hug, almost shoving you away.
“Shit, sorry Eddie”, he mumbles, avoiding looking at Eddie’s face.
Eddie gives you a puzzled look and you shrug, taking a step in his direction, then you wrap your arms around his torso, sighing when his arms hug you back. “Dunno, Eds”, you whisper in his ear, “Maybe he was worried you’d get mad since he was holding me”. You hear his chuckle, then one of his ringed fingers caresses your cheek, moves down to your chin, and lifts it up. You meet his gaze and smile softly.
“Too bad you apologized, Gareth”, Eddie exclaims, still looking in your eyes, “I really wanted to arm wrestle you tonight”.
You scoff and Eddie leans over to peck at your cheek. The small touch of his lips on your skin makes you blush. “Why are you scoffing, princess? You’d be glad to see two knights fighting for you”
Gareth chuckles, you turn your head to look at him and he gives you a knowing look. “Sorry Eddie, I thought you’d be… jealous or, I don’t know, something… since I was basically hugging Y/N/N”, he explains.
Eddie holds you less tightly to use one of his arms to smack Gareth’s shoulder. “Come on Gareth, I know that you and this princess right here have been friends for a lifetime”, he exclaims with a smirk on his face. “What time your party, tomorrow?”, he asks, changing the subject and Gareth smiles in relief. “Come at 9, Henderson and Wheeler are coming over earlier to help, so I won’t need you”. Eddie gasps dramatically at Gareth’s answer and you roll your eyes, “Always the dramatic one, Munson”, you scoff. He ruffles your hair, the action making you whisper a small “Stop that, cult leader” under our breath that, luckily for you, Eddie doesn’t catch.
“So, since Gareth doesn’t need me”, Eddie pouts at his friend, “Would you like to have dinner with me?”, he asks, cupping your cheeks. You nod enthusiastically, “Yeah, sure, what time?”. The boy smiles at your answer before answering. “Let’s make around 7.30, sounds good?”
You nod again, feeling your cheeks becoming redder and redder, “Sounds very good, but come to my place, I’d love to cook for you”. Eddie almost chokes at your offer, “Deal, princess”.
When he turns around, interrupting the hug, Gareth his quick to grab your wrist and to mouth a “I told you that, you stubborn dude” directly in your face. You flip him, but can’t help smiling at the thought of having a dinner date with Eddie.
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“Please please please”, Eddie begs you out of nowhere. You raise your eyebrows and shrug, “What’s up, Eds?”, getting up to collect the dishes and walking into the kitchen to bring some cupcakes to the table.
“Tell me you’re going to be future Mrs Munson so I can eat like this every day”, he tells in your ear, hugging you from behind. His hands are placed on your stomach and you turn slightly your head to give him a quick look, a small smirk on your face.
“Bold of you to assume that I’d be the perfect little wifey who’s always at home, waiting for hubby to come home, to cook him dinner and to suck his dick every morning before going to work”, you snort, raising your eyebrows. Eddie scoffs at your answer, “I know that there’s just one thing you’ll be willing to do every day”, he tells you, his hands moving to tickle your waist. You laugh at the feeling and turn around to look at his beautiful face. “Sucking your dick, of course”, you answer, seriously. Eddie groans loudly and you chuckle, lifting on your tiptoes to peck at his lips. “Princess, you’re killing me”, he whispers against your mouth.
You shake your head no and place a finger on his soft lips, “Can we eat dessert now? Then we can talk about what your perfect wifey will do every day”. Eddie nods, turns around to grab the cupcakes and you thank him.
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“Sooo”, you start, taking a seat next to Eddie. He’s laying messily on your bed, between your discarded clothes. “I’m still in two minds: black or red?”, you ask him, lifting two different dresses in front of his face.
“Try ‘em on, princess”, he suggests, with a shit eating grin on his lips. You roll your eyes with a smirk, “This is the part where I tell you to close your eyes”. Eddie closes his eyes and covers them with his hands, “Done, tell me when you’re ready”, he replies with a convincing nod.
You know damn well he didn’t close his eyes; he’s probably sneaking through his fingers. So, you take off your clothes and, only wearing your lace underwear, you take a few steps across the room. Then, you sit next to his leg, touching his skin through his ripped jeans.
“Open your eyes”, you tell him.
But he shrugs with a low chuckle, “You’re almost naked”.
“Oh no, I’m wearing the red dress, why did you say that?”, you ask, innocently. Your hand pats his thigh and you lean forward him.
“Because”, Eddie groans and you chuckle. “Because what? You had your eyes closed”
You kiss his hands, “Come on, I know you were looking at me”, you tell him softly and he sighs.
“Okay, I’m opening my eyes”, Eddie warns you. You quickly get up from the bed and take some steps back.
“There you go, that’s the first dress”, you joke. Eddie’s gaze scans your body eagerly, since this is the first time he’s actually seen the whole of you. Before that, it was just some glimpse of bare skin through your quick sessions in the back of his van or in Gareth's guest bathroom.
“Holy fuck, you’re gorgeous”, he whispers and you smile shily, flustered. “Please, come here”, he begs, making grabby hands at your direction. “I’m here, Eds, no need to beg me”, you tell him softly, crawling in his lap, “Although you sounded very hot”.
His hands cup your breasts, kneading the soft flesh with his ringed fingers before moving on your back to unclasp your black bra. Eddie moans your name at the sight of your naked boobs, just the sound makes you already wet.
“Touch me, Eds, please”, you whisper, placing his hands on your chest. Eddie’s fingers trace the shape of your breasts, before moving to your already hardened nipples. His thumb caresses your buds softly. This simple touch is enough to leave you whining Eddie’s name loudly, your back arching.
“Fuck, sweetie, you’re so sensitive”, Eddie whispers in your ear, tracing the side of your neck with small, sloppy kisses. “Need to be inside”, he moans, as you tug his hair to draw him closer to your skin. “It’s okay Eds”, you nod your head. Your fingers lift the hem of his shirt, then they move to his chest, tracing his sides. Eddie giggles, his mouth still on your neck, “Babe stops, it tickles”. You scoff and cup his cheeks.
“I need to know, sweetie”, you whisper, “I need to know what you really think of me before fucking”. Eddie raises his eyebrows and a surprised gaze, “What do you mean?”. His arms hug you tightly, while your face is shoved in the crook of his neck. You giggle at the feeling of his curly hair tickling your forehead.
“I mean… Do you like-like me? Or are you doing this just because you’re horny?”, your question is followed by a faint sigh, as Eddie’s hand caress your scalp. “Look at me, sweetie”, Eddie’s voice is soft but demanding. You lift your face up and you meet his gaze. “I liked you from the first time Gareth introduced you. Then, the first time we kissed I realized that I’m falling in love with you”. You can feel his heart pounding in chest, so your hand moves over that exact spot.
“Easy there, Eds, I fear you might have a heart attack right now”, you chuckle, followed shortly by him. “That’s all I needed to hear”, you smile, “I’m falling for you too and just wanted to be sure about your feelings”.
Eddie smirks at you, lifts your chin up with his thumb. “Who knows? Maybe after this fuck I’ll ask you to marry me”.
“Bold”, you exclaim, grinning. “Do you think I’m a sex goddess or what?”
"You're a sexy goddess for sure".
Eddie lifts your body from his lap to unbuckle his belt. Your hand touches his waistband, “Can I?”, you ask, doing your best version of puppy eyes. He grins, “Come on, pretty thing, work your magic”.
Your hand moves his boxer down, his hardened dick springs free and you moan at the sight, as usual. “Work my magic, he says”, you mumble, making Eddie laugh. Calloused fingers pat your hips, “I need you out of this to work my magic too”, Eddie coos in your ear and you roll your eyes, with a smirk on your face. You take off your panties and discard them.
Then, you pump Eddie’s shaft before leaning down to kiss his tip. “Lemme grab a condom”, he whispers, moving towards his jeans, that are somewhere on the bed. You tut, “No need to, I’m on birth control”. Eddie groans loudly and pats the tip of his dick on your folds, gathering some of your slickness.
“Jesus Christ, babe, this is so hot”.
Eddie lines up at your entrance and your hand moves to his shoulders to keep you steady, as you slowly sink on his length. You move slowly at first, waiting to adapt your walls at his thickness.
“Holy fuck”, you moan, “That’s the best feeling ever”. You start to buckle your hips slowly, while Eddie’s tongue laps your nipples. He sucks your tits loudly, the upper part of your body is covered in his spit.
“You’re so warm and tight”, Eddie moans, still with his mouth against your breasts.
“Kiss me”, you whine, the urgent need to feel Eddie even closer to you. You kiss sloppily, tongue crashing against the other and your hands wandering around his chest. “You’re so beautiful, Eds”, you moan, interrupting the kiss to leave a hickey on his neck. You suck and bite the soft flesh, making him gasp.
“You are beautiful, little thing”, Eddie whimpers, fastening the pace and buckling his hips faster. His strong hands are placed on your back to keep you steady. “Marking me so everyone knows I’m yours, huh? That’s a good girl”, he coos in your ear.
You smirk, “I liked that, good girl”. Eddie groans and his mouth is pressed to your lower neck, he leaves love-bites and you know he did that on purpose: you always wear low cut tops.
“Eds, baby, I’m close”, you mewl, with your hands cupping his cheek to lift his face up from your neck. “I got you, sweets”, Eddie nods, leaning to kiss you again.
Your cunt starts to clench and Eddie whines, “I’m close too, baby, where do you want my come?”
You nod, not able to form a reasonable answer. “You want inside?”, Eddie asks, with a surprised gaze.
“Yeah, babe, that’s hot”, you manage to answer before the orgasm hits you. You come babbling Eddie’s name and a series of “Thank you, sweetie”, mumbled against his ear.
Eddie holds you close to his chest to let you ride out your high, smiling at your fucked out expression.
“You did so good, baby”, he coos, “I’m close”.
You nod, clenching your walls to help him come although the overstimulation is getting stronger. Eddie comes with a whimper, his fingernails scratch your back and you pepper his face with kisses. Hot spurts of his come paint your gummy walls. He pants for some time, with your hands massaging his shoulders.
“Fuuuuuck”, he chuckles, still panting, “Please, tell me we’re doing this again”. You smirk, “I think I need an engagement proposal before that”, winking at him. Eddie rolls his eyes, leaning over to steal a kiss. “Of course I’m marrying you, this was the best sex ever”.
You laugh at his comeback, then lift your hips slowly to help him pull out of your pussy. “Shit”, you exclaim, “Hand me something not to stain the mattress”. Eddie taps your entrance with your panties, then helps you to lay down beside him.
“So, future Mrs Munson, can I keep these panties?”, he asks, winking. You nod with a smirk on your face, “Sure, future husband, but use them wisely”.
Eddie snorts and moves to his left side to hug you. His strong arms are holding your body close to his and you sigh at the feeling of his warmth. “You little minx, do you want to know how I’m going to use ‘em?”, he asks, with a shit eating grin on his lips.
“Yeah, tell me”, you nod, pecking at his nose.
“I’m going to use them to rub one out every time I’ll think of you”, Eddie whispers in your ear, making you shiver. “They smell like me and you together, it’s so hot”, he adds, sniffing your underwear.
“Ugh that’s gross”, you complain, smacking his chest playfully.
“Says the one with a squelching pussy”, Eddie replies and you cover your face. “Stop, that’s embarrassing”, you chuckle. Eddie shakes his head, “Nope, I think that’s hot. Hold my cum inside you like a good girl, will you?”, he whispers in your ear and leaving a sloppy kiss on your jaw. Then, his hands move on your back to cup your butt. “Such a great body, sweetie”, he coos.
“Eds”, you tell him with a serious tone, “We don’t have time for round two right now, stop making me horny again”.
“I’m so sorry princess,” he replies with a grin, smacking your ass.
You groan loudly and take a look at the clock. “I’ve got to get ready now, babe, can you help me?”, you ask, getting up from the bed and moving towards your dresser to pick up the dresses you left there earlier.
Eddie lifts his body up on his elbows and whistles as you bend to open a drawer.
“Wish I had a camera here”, he chuckles. You turn around and flip him before wearing a fresh pair of panties. Then, you wear a coordinated bra and point at the bathroom door. “Come with me? I need to freshen up and retouch my makeup”. Eddie follows you, with his hand on the small of your back.
When you lean over the mirror to reapply your mascara, he covers his face with his hands.
“What?”, you ask, frowning. “This is what I’ve to do every day”.
“Nope, you’re making me hard again”, Eddie groans, “You’re shoving your cute ass in my face and you’re almost bent against the counter”.
You chuckle and turn around. “What if you told me all about this fantasy you have and we recreated it later, when we come home?”
Eddie’s gaze softens, “You want me to spend the night with you?”
“Duh”, you raise your eyebrows, “The night, the following day, the following night and so on. You said you were going to marry me, Munson!”. Eddie laughs and gets up to wrap his arms around your almost naked body. “My girl, my beautiful girl”, he whispers while swaying you. You close your eyes and inhale his scent: some cologne, weed and cigarettes. “My handsome boy”, you reply, lifting your face to kiss him slowly.
“Wear the red dress”, Eddie tells you suddenly, interrupting the kiss nodding his head. “You look way hotter in red”.
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When you arrive to Gareth’s party, you find him sitting on the front porch with a beer in his hands. He gets up immediately as he notices Eddie’s van approaching.
You get out of the van and wave your hand at him.
“Hi dude”, you greet him with a big smile on your face. Gareth comes closer to you and ruffles your hair, before holding you in a hug. Hugging Gareth always reminds you of childhood and all the afternoons spent playing together. “Hi dude, how come you’re here with Eddie?”, he asks, with a questioning look.
“Guess what”, you tell him, nudging at him with your shoulder. Eddie shows up at your side with your cupcakes in one hand and, with the other, he tries to break your hug with a fake angry gaze. “Gareth, please keep your hands to yourself, it’s my girl the one you’re hugging”.
You chuckle and Gareth smiles widely at you, “First time in 19 years that you actually listen to my advice, I’m so proud of you, you stubborn brat”. His hand moves to your hair and ruffles it, the action makes you sigh loudly. “Oh, you’re really keeping track of that? What a loser”, you reply, smacking his arm lightly.
“Enough, children, enough”, Eddie’s voice interrupts your little quarrel.
Gareth lets go of you, but you lean over to place a friendly kiss on his cheek. “Thanks, dude, for introducing me to Eds”. Eddie nods, “Yeah, thanks Gareth, I mean it”.
The three of you walk inside his house and then go down the stairs to his basement.
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Eddie’s hands never leave your waist, your shoulders, your hands throughout the night. He’s rolling a joint for all of you older kids and, even now, his entire body is pressed against yours.
“You know I’m not fleeing, right, sweetie?”, you ask Eddie, with a frown. “I know sweetie, but I want to remind everyone here that you’re taken”, he replies, shrugging a bit.
“No need to since you basically marked up her whole neck”, adds Gareth, mimicking a gag.
“Dramatic”, you comment, winking at your friend, between Eddie’s laughter. “There you go, that’s a fat one”, Eddie lights up the joint and pats your jaw. “Open up, you’re starting this”
You take a few puffs, exhaling the smoke directly in Eddie’s face, who closes his eyes with a smirk on his lips. “This is good weed”, you exclaim, enthusiastically, handing over the joint to Gareth.
After some other puffs, you feel the high starting to expand in your mind and body, your pupils are getting redder. In your hazy mind, the only thing that you can focus on clearly is Eddie. He’s wrapped his arms over your torso, his chin is resting on your head. You steal the can of beer he’s holding in his right hand, making him shrug. “Stealing is a crime, you know that?”
You roll your eyes, “I didn’t steal, sir, I thought you’d be sharing this”. Being called sir sends a shiver down Eddie’s spine.
His mouth moves to your ear, “Call me sir again”, he whispers. You nod, turning your body around in his arms, then cupping his cheeks to bring his face to your level.
“Sir”, you mewl, “Did that turn you on?”, you ask with a knowing look.
“Duh”, Eddie replies, his gaze scanning your cleavage.
His strong arms lift you up from the chair you’ve been sitting on, placing your body on one of his legs. You intertwine your legs around his and immediately feel Eddie’s hands on your hips, pushing your core down to his jeans. He wraps his signature leather jacket around your waist and legs.
“No one is looking, babe”, he coos in your ear, “Just grope my leg very slow, I want to feel how wet you still are for me”. You have a hard time swallowing, but then you start to grind your hips on Eddie’s thigh in round motions, moving slowly not to draw anyone’s attention.
When you feel a wet patch starting to form on your underwear, you turn your head around to nod in Eddie’s direction. His hand moves under the jacket, meeting your panties. You sigh louder than you thought, but his lips silence you immediately. One of Eddie’s fingers is pressed against your folds, while Ed is humming happily.
“I want you to bend over the seats in my van and fuck you hard”, Eddie whispers, his gaze already filled with lust. You nod, “I want to suck your dick before that”, you whisper back directly in his ear. Then, your lips move lower, nipping at his earlobe.
“We… we have to go”, you announce loudly to the others, shoving Eddie’s arms off of your body to quickly get up. Eddie gulps at your sudden reaction, but slowly a grin shows on his face, knowing damn well where this is leading.
“Okay?”, Gareth replies, opening his arms. Then, he looks at both yours and Eddie’s expressions, grunting and bending over to smack your wrist. “You two are fucking gross and I’ll haunt you for the rest of your lives if you do it in my house”.
You scoff, “Gareth, seriously? Do you think this is the first time?”. Your question leaves a very angry, open-mouthed Gareth, ready to insult you for decades, but also a very chuckling Eddie, who’s pressing his hard dick on the curve of your ass.
“She’s not wrong”, Eddie adds, making Gareth cover his face with his hands, “But we’re going to my van, please nobody open the doors, mkay?”
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