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never mine ✧ eddie munson

bartender!eddie x fem!reader • old friends to lovers • chapter 01 • 3.5k words

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Summary: After everything that had happened with Vecna and the Upside Down, Eddie Munson left Hawkins as soon as you and the rest of your friends managed to clear his name. And you understood why Eddie and his uncle had made that decision. Truly, you did; Eddie's innocence had been proven, yes, but Hawkins was a small town and some people would always turn up their noses at them. It didn't mean you didn't miss Eddie, or think about him over the course of the next decade. Somehow, in your heart, you always felt that one day you would meet him again. The last place you thought that would happen, though, was at a bar — that Eddie, now in his early thirties, owns in New York.

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It isn't the type of bar you usually frequent.

For starters, it's tucked away on a relatively quiet street in Brooklyn instead of being one of those swanky, pop-up bars you've gotten used to seeing all over Manhattan since moving here from Boston last year. Also, it's more rustic than sleek, more dark than trendy, its exterior walls adorned with faded red bricks, its small windows lined with black frames. It seems almost like an anachronism among the new construction that has been sprouting up all over this part of the neighborhood.

But even before you get close enough to see what the sign reads, something about this little place feels oddly familiar. In some intangible way, it reminds you of a time you left behind when you moved here: your years spent growing up in a sleepy Indiana town named Hawkins.

And maybe it's just because it's clearly about to rain — the air wet and misty, as though a storm is coming — but right now, for reasons you can't explain, you feel compelled to enter.

So you take a deep breath, open the heavy wooden door and step inside.

The inside is as rustic as the outside, with one long bar stretching across most of the space, booths running along the adjacent walls, and several tables scattered in the center beneath the glow of dim, gold lights. A jukebox quietly plays 'In Bloom' by Nirvana at the back. And just like outside, everything feels achingly familiar, a wave of nostalgia you don't quite understand crashing into you so intensely that you have to grip one of the barstools tightly to steady yourself.

"One sec, doll. Be right with ya!"

He's not really looking at you when he says those words. He's got his back turned, hands busy preparing a drink at the far end of the bar, head just barely visible as he hunches over to scoop ice cubes from the metal container beside him. You can't see much from where you're standing — he's wearing a denim jacket rolled up to his elbows, hair pulled up into a messy bun at the top of his head — but there's something about his voice, sweet yet gravelly, something about what little you can see of his face that makes your breath catch in your throat.

And then he straightens up, turns around. And you both freeze, staring at each other.

Eddie Munson.

It's impossible. But it's him; the same Eddie who sold you weed a couple times your senior year of high school. The same Eddie you grew to call a friend before he left Hawkins without even saying goodbye. The same Eddie whose name still leaves a dull ache in your chest if you think about it too long.

Ten years later, and he's somehow more handsome than ever, all grown up. His hair is a little shorter, curlier than you remember. He's wearing dark-wash jeans and a navy Henley beneath his scuffed leather jacket. That playful expression you once found so adorable is now made even more endearing by a small scar across one eyebrow. And those eyes — a warm brown, expressive as always — are locked onto yours as his lips part, slightly agape.

"Y/N?"

Your heart pounds in your ears when you nod. It's hard to tell what emotion lies behind his gaze, but after a few seconds of staring at you like this, he slowly places the drink he was preparing down on the bar countertop and all but runs toward you, a giant grin lighting up his face.

He nearly knocks you off your feet with the force of his hug, pulling you tight against him.

But you're not complaining.

You cling to him just as tightly, your cheek pressed against his chest. The scent of cedar and tobacco mixed with something else — something unmistakably Eddie — overwhelms your senses as he picks you up a few inches off the ground and spins you around with an excited laugh, making you wrap both arms around his neck for stability.

"Jesus Christ," he exclaims, setting you down before gently taking hold of your shoulders. "I can't believe it's really you."

For the briefest moment, it almost feels as though you've gone back in time, returned to 1986 — the year everything changed forever — right after defeating Vecna for good and before Eddie moved away with his uncle, Wayne, just days before you followed suit to leave for college.

And it seems impossible — ridiculous, really — that you should both be standing here, in this bar in New York of all places, years and years later. So you just stand there blinking, speechless, trying to make sense of it all with the most stunned smile plastered across your face.

"I—"

"What's going on out here?" someone yells from the other side of the room. "For fuck's sake, Ed, if you're gonna flirt with another customer, do it a little more quietly."

At that, Eddie drops his hands from your shoulders and turns toward the woman speaking, more amused than you've ever seen him. He playfully sticks his tongue out at her before giving you a wink.

"Sorry about that," he chuckles.

The woman leans forward a little bit, squinting as though she can't quite believe what she sees. Then a smile stretches across her face, too. "Wait, aren't you–"

"Yes," Eddie interrupts. "It's her, Dottie."

The woman — Dottie — seems to be in her 50s, with shoulder-length blond hair streaked with gray and a sleeve of colorful tattoos on one arm. When she strides toward you, she's wearing an easy smile that crinkles the corners of her green eyes, extending her hand to you over the bar.

"Hey there. I'm Dorothea, but everyone calls me Dottie. You must be the girl that Eddie—"

Eddie quickly steps in between you. "We were just catching up, actually," he explains. "Do you mind giving us a few minutes to ourselves? Great, thank you."

He doesn't give her time to respond; Eddie kisses the back of Dottie's hand and grins, then wraps his fingers around your wrist as he drags you behind the bar, through a set of double doors leading to a stairwell.

"Mind the step, sweetheart, it's a little steep," he cautions, keeping a tight grip on you as you both ascend the stairs.

And maybe it's because you're just getting over a breakup, but your stomach flutters from the nickname, from the way his thumb draws gentle circles into your skin.

This isn't the first time he's called you sweetheart. You don't know why it affects you differently now.

"Where are we going?"

He doesn't answer until the two of you reach the top of the stairs, at which point he drops his hand from your wrist and faces you.

"Well, here we are!" he announces, stretching out his arms and turning in a full circle. "Home, sweet home."

You blink as you look around, realizing you're standing inside an apartment — presumably Eddie's — whose open floor plan means you can see straight into the kitchen and living room.

"I can't believe you live here," you mumble, more to yourself than anything else.

A large black sofa sits opposite the TV, a coffee table littered with beer bottles, candles and an ashtray between them. There's a little dining room table for four beside the couch, across from the galley kitchen where the counters are covered with dirty dishes. But despite the mess, everything still feels very... cozy, somehow. Welcoming.

Eddie chuckles, reaching behind himself to loosen the hair tie at the base of his skull. A few tendrils fall loose across his forehead as he tousles his hair, then combs his fingers through it. You feel something twist in your abdomen, your breath hitching in your throat.

Fuck, you think. That's distracting.

"Yeah, me either sometimes," he says with a shrug. "But it's got a roof, a bathroom and a bed. It used to be Dottie's, but now that she and Wayne are married, she decided to move in with him instead."

"Your uncle got married?"

Eddie nods, and the expression that settles in his features softens as he talks about his uncle.

"They met at the bar. Got hitched a few years ago, have a little place not far from here. It's cute, really. Like a little love story for old folks or something. But yeah, this place is all mine now. Not bad, huh?"

Your heart aches a little hearing this — not because you're sad that his uncle found love (you do feel happy for him), but because you hadn't realized how much you've missed in the last decade, how much of Eddie's life you weren't around for.

Still, you smile.

"Not bad at all," you agree.

Eddie's returning grin is more hesitant this time. As if he wants to say more, but he's unsure of how.

"I missed you," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Because you had; so much more than you ever knew was possible. Even when you'd only grown close to him for a few weeks before he moved away, he had managed to make such an impression on you that his absence became a wound you couldn't quite heal, no matter how many years passed.

So for the longest time, you told yourself that he'd probably forgotten all about you anyway, since he never tried to contact you after he left. It was easier that way, somehow. Better than waiting for something that would never happen.

"Me too," Eddie breathes, voice so quiet you might have imagined it. "Me too, sweetheart."

For a second, you can't breathe.

When you do, you inhale his scent, a hint of weed and tobacco mixed with cedar. His cologne, then, you suppose. And there's something entirely new, too, something that belongs uniquely to him.

You stare at Eddie, trying to find the right words, but all you can manage to utter is:

"Really?"

His eyebrows knit together in confusion. Maybe concern, too.

"What? Why do you seem surprised?"

"No, I just–" you trail off, thinking. "I dunno. I guess I just...figured you wouldn't even remember me after so long. It's been...what? Ten years?"

"You thought I didn't remember you?" he asks incredulously, and those deep brown eyes widen a fraction.

You bite your lip, sheepish. "I don't know. Maybe. A little bit," you confess, looking away.

Eddie exhales a half-chuckle.

"Sweetheart, you're — Jesus — you're not exactly easy to forget," he utters softly, almost like he hopes you won't hear.

You can't help but laugh at this, although your cheeks immediately warm up, burning like fire. "Says you."

There's something almost bashful in the way Eddie smiles, his gaze cast downward as he reaches for a strand of hair and curls it around one finger.

"Don't you wanna sit down?" he asks. "I'll get you something to drink. Any preference?"

"Whatever you're having is fine," you reply, still a little overwhelmed by everything that's happening as he gestures for you to take a seat on his sofa.

"Alrighty. Just wait here. One sec."

As you make yourself comfortable on the black leather, you notice several framed photographs atop the mantle of the fireplace. Most of the pictures depict Eddie with people you've never met — a tall, handsome black man, a blond guy, a girl with short, spiky hair and a tattooed arm — but the one you can't look away from is a smaller frame with a picture of you, Dustin and the rest of your friends squeezed tightly together, the sun setting behind you.

It was taken after you beat Vecna in 1986. Before Eddie moved. Before you did, too. Everyone in the picture looks dirty and exhausted, but there's also an air of celebration hanging over all of you that you can clearly see just by the wide, gleeful smiles stretching across your faces.

"It's a real shame you ever doubted it, by the way."

Eddie's voice pulls you out of your reverie, and you turn around to find him already halfway to the couch. He's holding two beers in his hands.

"I wasn't—I didn't mean to pry or anything," you explain, your heart beating a little faster.

He shrugs as he hands you one of the beers and takes a seat beside you, close enough for you to feel his thigh press against yours.

"Nah, it's okay," he assures, his gaze traveling to the picture you were examining a few seconds ago. "That's a good memory."

You nod in agreement as you bring the bottle to your lips. It's cool and refreshing against your tongue, but not as calming as you need it to be.

"I'm sorry for just barging in here, by the way. I don't actually know why I came in the first place, I just... felt like something was pulling me in," you tell him.

And it's true; that strange sense of familiarity that tugged you forward earlier today has started to fade, now replaced by a comforting warmth that feels like coming home.

Eddie snorts a laugh before taking a swig of his beer.

"Sorry, I'm just making it weirder and weirder, aren't I?" you groan, leaning forward to place your beer on the coffee table.

Eddie sets his down, too.

"No, you're not, sweetheart," he soothes, taking one of your hands in his and rubbing a calloused thumb over your knuckles. "Why would you think that?"

You can't look at him when you answer.

"I don't know, I just... I spent years wondering about what happened to you after you left Hawkins, and then I randomly show up here, and now we're just sitting on your couch like we haven't spent ten years apart? It feels insane."

There's something unreadable in the way he's looking at you, then.

"You look really pretty, by the way," Eddie says.

Your heart is thumping so loudly you worry he can hear it.

"Oh yeah?" you tease with a grin, desperate to hide the fact that you can feel yourself blush all the way up to the tips of your ears. "Prettier than when we were twenty-one?"

The grin he flashes you is bright and lopsided, playful.

"Way, way prettier, actually," he drawls.

Your brain seems to malfunction after this, his words playing on a loop, over and over and over again inside your head. And all you can do is return his smile, feeling a pleasant heat pool in your belly that has nothing to do with alcohol. "Eddie Munson, are you flirting with me?"

He laughs at this — a genuine, low chuckle.

"Depends. Is it working?"

Yes, you think.

"Not at all."

"Liar," he smirks before raising the hand he's still holding and pressing a kiss to its back. "Then yes, I am."

Your breath catches in your throat, a thrill running down your spine as Eddie holds your gaze with a small smile. But then it fades, replaced by something more serious as he absentmindedly traces a pattern onto your palm with his fingertip.

"Can I ask you something?"

You nod. He lets go of your hand.

"If you're here, does that mean you're also living in New York?" he asks, eyes filled with a cautious hope as he stares at you. "Or did you just happen to be passing through on vacation?"

"I moved here a year ago," you tell him, biting your bottom lip. "I can't believe you're really here. What are the chances, right?"

It feels like some kind of cosmic joke. And while you never quite stopped hoping that you and Eddie might meet again someday, you didn't expect it to happen like this. In a bar. In New York.

Ten years later.

"Fate works in mysterious ways, huh?"

"You sound like an old man."

He chuckles at your teasing tone before bending forward, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped together in front of him.

"I just—this is gonna sound totally lame, but..."

Eddie trails off, chewing on his lower lip as he searches your eyes.

"Go ahead," you urge gently.

He runs a hand through his hair, pushing a few strands away from his face as he takes a deep breath.

"When I left Hawkins, I felt like a fucking idiot because I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to you. Not really, I mean. And I—shit, I really wanted to. More than anything. So... the reason why I left without saying anything was because I was scared that if I saw you one last time, I'd lose my nerve and not leave at all. And...I know, I know it's dumb, because we had only known each other for a couple of weeks, but—"

"It's not dumb," you assure him. "Not to me, at least."

It's one thing knowing someone for a long period of time and losing them. But when you grow attached to someone so quickly, so suddenly — like you did with Eddie — it leaves an emptiness behind. Something you can't quite fill, nor begin to explain to anyone else without feeling as though you're speaking nonsense.

"It's not?"

"No. Not at all."

And you wonder if he can see the vulnerability in your eyes when you reach forward and brush your fingertips over his. It's all you dare to do, all the courage you can muster, but he responds by uncurling his own and sliding them between your palms. His hand feels warm, smooth. Cold where the silver of his rings touches your skin.

"I never forgot you, you know? And I—" he stops, and you watch him swallow hard. "Shit. Sorry. You're gonna think I'm a creep."

"Try me."

The smile on his face is shy and endearing, his cheeks flushed pink when he admits: "Sometimes I have this...dream."

You cock your head to one side, curious. "What about?"

"About you."

Eddie glances down at his hand in yours, studying it for a moment like it's the most interesting thing in the room.

"Mostly about that night you saved me. You know, from the bats."

"I didn't save you," you protest. "I just...I got lucky."

He scoffs, shakes his head like that's the most preposterous thing he's ever heard.

"Sweetheart, I was half dead when you showed up. If it wasn't for you, I would be completely dead right now."

You glance at Eddie's side, where you remember him having an angry, festering wound when you found him. You wonder if the scar is still there, if it bothers him.

"Maybe," you concede, and his smile returns. "So you dream about that?"

"Among other things. Yeah."

Your heart hammers in your chest as you consider what those other things might be, his gaze intense upon you as you nervously wet your bottom lip with your tongue.

"Other things?" you repeat.

"Other things," he confirms. "I might tell you about 'em sometime if you play your cards right, though."

"Oh, right," you muse, pulling your hands away from his with a soft chuckle. "This is you flirting, isn't it?"

"So what if it is?" he asks, grinning as he leans back on the couch cushion.

You don't miss the way he looks at you, the same way he used to in high school whenever he was trying to get under your skin, to rile you up. And it seems that — even after all these years, with you all grown up, both of you in your early thirties — he hasn't lost his touch.

"So what if it is," you echo.

Eddie raises both eyebrows, smirking. "Guess you're gonna have to come back sometime if you wanna find out. You know, just to be sure."

"I—" you hesitate, realizing you hadn't considered the possibility of leaving before, too caught up in the whirlwind of seeing him again after so long. "Shit, yeah, I should...I should go, I've kept you long enough as it is. I should let you get back to work—"

You move to stand up, but a gentle hand on your arm stops you.

"Wait," he pleads, voice soft. "Do you...have anywhere you gotta be? Anywhere you need to rush off to?"

"Um—" you look down at the floorboards, shifting your weight from foot to foot. "Just my bed? It's getting late. Well, not really, but...it will be soon?"

The tension slowly eases from Eddie's body as he relaxes, his expression becoming playful.

"Are you asking or telling?" he teases.

You sigh.

"I don't wanna intrude."

"You're not. At all," Eddie says firmly, his words a promise. "Besides, you still have a lot to catch me up on. So you can tell me all about whatever boring day job you landed now that you're living the big apple life, and I'll tell you about my band, which has a gig tomorrow, by the way, so you're definitely coming to see it."

"Wow, you're bossy now," you point out.

His eyes gleam as they hold yours, and when he speaks, his voice is husky, full of mischief.

"You have no idea, sweetheart."

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steveharringtonat3am · 2 months

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Could you imagine going on a late night walk with Eddie and you get to the lake and no one’s there and ofc he looks so good you just can’t resist giving him a blowjob???

both characters are over 18, warning for smut

The knock on your door doesn’t surprise you in the least. You’re already dressed, if you can consider pyjama pants and an oversized hoodie dressed. Eddie usually knocked on your door in the late hours of the day, when he knew you would be wide awake on the couch. Sometimes he would come in, but your favourite times were always when he told you to get your shoes on.

“C’mere.” He tugs at you as you slip your shoes on. His hands are warm as the cold air nips your nose. Your hoodie is one of his, so it does it’s job of keeping you warm.

“Hi Ed.” You kiss him in greeting. He tastes like coffee but you don’t comment on how late it is to be drinking caffeine.

“Hi sweetheart.” He interlocks your fingers as he leads the way out of your neighbourhood. It’s a peaceful night and you don’t talk much on the walk to the lake. Neither of you had a lot of free time, so it was nice to relax when spending time together.

You often ended up at Lover’s lake on this late night walks. You supposed it was the calming scent of the water that drew Eddie in, pulling you along with him. What he didn’t know if all you cared about was the way the moonlight illuminated his pretty face.

“Let’s sit here for a minute okay?” You mumble to Eddie, tugging him down with you. You’re on the edge of the forest with a perfect view of the lake. He offers no complaint, sitting next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Did you have a good day at work?” You ask, voice muffled as you press your face into his chest.

“It wasn’t too bad. Long as hell though.” He rubs your back as you scoot impossibly closer to him.

“You shouldn’t work so hard. Isn’t good for you.” You press a kiss to his jaw and his gaze shifts from the water to your face.

“It’s not so bad.” He denies, but his face tells a different story. You knew that some days it all got to be too much for him. That he just wanted to curl up and sleep for a million years. You couldn’t give him that, but you could help him relax tonight.

“Lemme make you feel good?” You practically whisper as you climb into his lap and straddle him. He leans back just a little to rest against the tree behind him as his eyes scan the area behind you. When he confirms you two are alone, he nods and places a kiss on your lips.

“Alright sweetheart. I’ll pay you back later alright?” He offers, ever the gentleman. You start to undo his pants, his hardness already straining against the fabric.

“Fuck…” He whispers under his breath as you gently stroke his cock. You’ve been with Eddie long enough to know exactly what drives him crazy. You run your tongue over the tip, basking in the soft gasp he makes at the feeling.

“How are you so good at this…” He mumbles, pushing some of your hair back as you take more of him into your mouth. Eddie does his best to let you lead but he can’t help the way he gently presses your head down.

“You can take it baby, I know you can.” He remarks as your eyes flick up to him. You allow him to take control as he moves your head up and down his shaft. His eyes squeeze shut as he focuses on the feeling of your mouth around him. He looks so pretty like this you can’t help but squeeze your thighs together, mind filling with thoughts of him underneath you. But you focus on this for now, running your tongue along the underside of his cock.

“God…” He tosses his head back, hips starting to fuck into your mouth. You’re prepared for it of course, feeling his cock twitch in your mouth as he cums. You swallow as much as you can, using your tongue to clean him off as he pants.

“Such a good girl…” There’s a fucked out look in his eyes as you tuck his cock back into his pants and climb back into his lap. You rest your head on his chest as he wraps his arms around you.

“I love you Ed.”

“I love you too sweetheart. More than you’ll ever know.”

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indouloureux · 2 years

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love me forever, eddie my love

eddie munson x reader

summary: early mornings, whispers prosed into promises of evermore, eddie takes care of your tired soul, all while indulging in the love you give to him.

word count: 3, 555

warnings: SMALL DESCRIPTIONS OF SMUT (MINORS DNI, OR SKIP THE ITALIZED PART), nudity but no nsfw, fluff, slight angst at the end, eating cereal horribly, and a shit ton of fluff

a/n: rushed bc i wanted to write him again. i PROMISE i'm posting that mcu!peter next then steve harrington. hope you all enjoy!

MASTERLIST

There’s a peaceful wave of melody when it comes to birds chirping in the early morning outside the trailer. The warm sun filters through the thin blinds, lending a liberating glow in the Tartarean aspect of his chamber. The duvet is soft against your bare skin, wrapped around your tangled limbs on the bed created for things holy and unholy – a bed for the angel and the devil.

The smell of his hair evades you. Fresh, cigarettes and apples, and you. A leg over his and a leg over yours as an unconscious sign of trust and comfort between two divine lovers. Both arms around your tired frame as an act of protection and salubrious possession; and slumbering lips on the crowd of your head as a saying of reverential devotion.

A sacred moment hours after a wicked affair—

Your face dug deep on the bed, ass up and back arched as his comforting hand caressed your waist and sweaty back, hips slamming against yours while his cock dug deep inside your puffy cunt. All wet and sticky from mixed arousals.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he’d growl, his hair sticking to his neck and face. “Taking my cock, huh? Greedy fucking girl,” a spank on your ass, reverberating against his torso. You moan loudly, clutching the sheets beneath you. His balls pound on your clit, the head of his dick bulging on your navel at each animalistic thrust.

You push yourself back to him in sync of his fucking, his other hand coming up to tangle itself in your hair and pull your head up. He leans down and kisses up your back to your neck, turning your face to kiss your swollen lips.

All while his hips continue to slam into yours. Until his cum paints your insides white and yours sheathing his cock. He moans and so do you, loud and harmonic in this burning bedroom—

—where his heart’s got a wild sovereignty on yours. A rather calumnious festival, heard not seen by neighbors. But neither of you care, because it’s not like anyone cares about the both of you anyway; it’s all just their selfish wants.

Beside you, he groans, moving to his back but keeping an arm beneath your neck as he rubs his eyes with his forearm. You blink a couple of times, eyesight adjusting to the sun-lit bedroom of your boyfriend. His biceps flex, chest risen to an exhale of being waken, face scrunched into a cute stretch.

Then he faces you again, wrapping his arm around your waist where his fingers reach the ends of your hair and twirls it around his ring-clad limbs.

He sees your half-lidded eyes and smiles. “Good morning,”

“Good morning, Eddie,” you smile. You admire way the skin around his face crinkles when he smiles, deep lines of serenity. With an aching hand do you reach up to push his bangs away from his forehead, now lacking the previous sweat from last night. Eddie stares at you with a soft smile and wide doe eyes staring deep into your equivocal soul. Post-sex glow fits him well, makes him look innocent and cherubic beneath your sinning touch.

“Post-sex glow fits you well,” he murmurs, voice doused in lethargy. So maybe you too. The hand around your waist comes up to cup your face, left cheek carried by his rough palm.

Eddie can’t resist kissing you. And he does – begins his pathway to your forehead, creeping his soft lips on both your eyelids until they drag down to your creased cheeks to which formed from a silly smile; the bridge of your nose to the tip of your nose in a cute tempo, until he takes your top lips into his in a gradual kiss, like he’s savoring the moment.

You break away in a soft click, lips tasting of him. “Thank you,” your hand comes up to hold his wrist, feeling his calm pulse beneath your thumb. You kiss him again, just because.

“Jus’ basic knowledge, sweetheart,” Eddie wraps his leg around yours, closer, soft cock grazing your navel. “You look good post-anything. Pre-anything. You look beautiful anytime.”

“Flirt,” you turn your head away, his hand coming up to rest on top of your face. He feels the warmth on your face and giggles at your flustered reaction. His fingers dig a bit on the side of your face, like he’s puncturing them with his short nails. “Eddie,”

“Whaaat?” Eddie shakes your head, doesn’t stop until you look at him. You give him a look, the hand coming up behind his head, the other still beneath you“Not my fault you get to shy easily,”

You moan petulantly, creeping closer to dig your head on his chest. Eddie laughs, the un-metal like music vibrating on his chest and comforts your sleepy daze. He hugs you tightly. “‘M hungry, Eds.”

“In a minute, babe,” you feel his nose on your hairline, and you hear him smell your hair. “I’m still enjoying this. You smell so amazing. Like – like a baby, or something. It’s so amazing.”

You run a hand down his hair, fingers carding down until you untangle them. “You can smell me later when you give me food, Edward.”

“Don’t call me that.”

Laughing, you push your face away from his naked chest and prop yourself up on one arm. Your body still feels sore, and even propping yourself up took a lot of energy. Your arm shakes, struggles to hold your head up, but anything to look down on Eddie and see him look up at you with those forever curious eyes.

“Still sore?” he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, and you find yourself doing the same. “Can see your arm shaking. You must be so tired.”

“Yeah. Well you try getting fucked from behind like an animal, babe,” you roll your eyes. Eddie chuckles again, hand coming down to massage your naked bicep. “We used a condom last night, right?”

Eddie glances behind him, comes back with frightened eyes. “Um,”

“Eddie?!”

“I’m kidding,” his face softens, blocks his face from your hand that’s come to playfully strike his arm. “‘Course I used a condom. If I didn’t, you’d probably have a little Munson right in your stomach.”

You let your head fall on the pillow. “It’s too soon.”

“Yeah. We still got that Corroded Coffin world tour to do. A baby’s gonna stop us from doing that,” but Eddie’s hand comes up and down your waist to your stomach, as if caressing a non-existent bump.

“I can’t jump up and down with a baby in my stomach, y’know?” Eddie scrunches his nose at you. “It’s gonna fall down my vagina.”

He shudders in disgust. “Gross.”

Eddie digs his face onto the crook of your neck. You can feel the exhale of his nose against your flesh. His morning hugs, in your opinions, are the best of all his hugs – tired but motivated by your presence, tight in a way that says he’s never letting you go, sweet in a way that says he adores you more than anything else in this world. It’s the type of hug that makes you feel safe, comforted, especially in moments where you feel like a rock’s pulling you down to the bottom of the ocean.

Especially then.

In his arms is of a benevolent sanctuary. Providing you the love you crave for, the attention you deserve. Being in his abode is a well enough sign that you’re so much more to him.

In that blissful hug, he pulls away just to look at you again. Eddie’s hand comes down to soothe your thigh. “I think I forgot to clean you up last night,”

“We fell asleep right after, bub,” you say. “We’re actually still both sticky. It’s gross and we need to shower, to be honest.”

“We’ll shower later. I’ll wipe you down first,” he gives your forehead a quick kiss before he’s pushing the covers off his body. Sitting up, his back stretches to rid the sleep of his body, until they muster up the energy to stand him up to the ground. He picks out a new pair of briefs off the cabinet nearby and wears them quickly.

Eddie catches you eyeing his dick and smiles teasingly. “Tsk tsk. It’s eight in the morning and you’re staring at a dick, (y/n)? Perv.”

You gasp. “Oh, I’m the perv? Who was the one who kept rubbing their hard-on on my ass because I was wearing a skirt, huh? Feel that babe? I’m so hard and horny for you! Forget your stupid homework.” You mock his voice, deeper than his usual.

“In my defense, that skirt was like, halfway down your ass.”

“It’s because I was bending.”

“Still!” He bends to pick up your underwear, dangles them in front of you. “Cute panties, babe. It kind of represents me, with the cute little devils and shit.”

“Eds, you chose those,” you sit up and rest on the headboard, covering the duvet around you. He rummages more to pick out new undergarments and tosses them to you, pulling two other shirts but keeps them folded on top of the cabinet. “Remember when you ripped mine off?”

“It was kind of sexy, though, admit it,” he winks. “Wait, don’t put them on, give me a second.”

He disappears outside his bedroom for a few seconds before he comes back with a washcloth in his hand. Eddie crawls to the bed, the bedsprings squeaking from his weight. And while he quietly asks for you to remove the cover off, his hand gently holds your ankle and spreads your legs apart.

“Baby, you’re still swollen,” he murmurs. Eddie kisses your knee and drags the cloth on the inside of your thigh. “Was I too rough last night, sweets?”

“A bit, yeah,” you wince when he presses a bit harder on your cunt, a kiss on your thigh as an apology. “But I – I liked it. It’s fine.”

“Yeah, bet you did,” Eddie shakes his head in disbelief. He drags the cloth up to your navel, to your stomach where he meticulously wipes ever part, even to your exposed chest, bathing you with a simple rag. But he doesn’t wipe your face, instead encasing your small head between his large fingers and looks at you.

His eyes dance on every ridge of your face. Gentle eyes that know him for who he truly is, ones that have seen him in his happiest, in his lowest, when he’s mad. Gentle eyes that look at him as if he’s worth something. Lips that whisper the sweetest thing at nights when, and even when he doesn’t need it, makes him feel sufficient in this cruel world. Lips that he begs to kiss every minute and every second of the day to let everyone know that you’re the angel in his dark world.

Eddie sits up and takes a shirt from behind him – large, black with the DIO logo on the top. “Hands up,” he instructs you. Slowly, you oblige. He slips the shirt on easily, and gives your nose a feather light kiss before he discards the rag inside the bathroom.

He returns with a pair of new jeans – black and ripped, pale knees exposed through the broken threads. Eddie’s also got a new pair of underwear, yours, in the other hand is a box of Honeycomb and two bottles of Yoo-hoo. He sets the cereal aside, hands pulling on your ankles and slips your feet in both holes before he pulls them up for you.

“I can wear them by myself, y’know,” you wave your foot around his face.

“I prefer doing it for you, gorgeous,” he blows a kiss at you. Eddie picks the Honeycomb from the ground and offers you, where you gladly took like a hungry child. He watches you chew on them, a large cluster shoved inside your mouth, only to be watered down by the chocolate drink – a thing you picked up from eating breakfast almost every morning with your boyfriend. “Slow down. You’ll choke,”

He wipes the corner of your mouth with his thumb, cleaning it off by sucking the milk off his skin. “Don’t tell me what to do,” you joke, mouthful of damp Honeycomb.

“Ah?” Eddie raises his eyebrows at you before he takes the box from your hands. He shoves a large amount inside his mouth like a hypocrite, drowns the dry breakfast with chocolate milk just like you did. “You don’t get more, then.”

“Hey, I’m kidding!” you reach forward to helplessly grab the box off his hands. You expect him to wrestle with you, but he knows you’re tired still and offers you the box. “I’ll eat slow this time,”

With a smile, he gives you the box and stands up. Eddie struts his way to the guitar on his mirror, taking it off and slinging it around him; it must have been his short attention span that he’s suddenly decided to play his guitar early in the morning. You smile while chewing, and he points at you as if you were at one of his shows, dedicating whatever song he plays.

Motörhead’s Love Me Forever’s first verse plays, the lack of amplifier making it sound like an acoustic. Eddie looks down on his hands that switch between chords complicated for you, bobbing his head on each tempo.

“Love me forever or not at all

End of our tether, backs to the wall,”

Though his primary genre is metal, Eddie's voice is that of a dulcet resonance. Pitch flawless at any octave; Eddie can lull you with any made-up lullaby at any insomniac night with a hand massaging your scalp, pulling you closer to his body. It’s your own personal harp – your own music. And if you could, you’d like to keep him to yourself forever.

“Give me your hand, don’t you ever ask why

Promise me nothing, live ‘till we die,”

Eddie sits beside you, red guitar on his lap, and urges you to straddle his knees. Just enough where his hands can still pluck on the strings. Your bare thighs scrape on his knees as you sit on them, clad only in his shirt and a pair of panties that you left long ago. Your hands play with his hair, his eye lined to your nose so he’s looking up at you with his pretty eyes, an admiring twinkle in them as they stare into yours.

“Everything changes, it’s all the same,” you sing with him, voice coalescing perfectly as your fingers coif his hair. Eddie leans close and kisses you chastely, lets you sing the next line alone in the quiet room. “Everyone guilty, no one to blame,”

“Every way out brings you back to the start, everyone dies to break someone’s heart,” with bangs parted in the middle, you press your lips on his forehead. Eddie closes his eyes and hums in satisfaction, a hand leaving his guitar to place itself on your back to prevent you from falling.

You admire his tattoos – five bats, a puppet – like Master of Puppets by Metallica – and other black tattoos that signify Eddie. Your fingers kiss the permanent art, eyes worshiping the inked skin.

You pull away to squish his face between your hands, cheeks pushed together that his lips are puckered. Eddie widens his eyes at you. “You’re clingier than usual,” you confess.

“What? You don’t like it?” his eyes fall into an umbra of disquiet, but tries to fool you with the squished smile. “Little Elf does not accept the Dungeon Master’s devotion? His heart’s demolished!”

Eddie teases you in his usual DM voice, deep and supposedly haunting. But you laugh and shake your head, placing your hands on his shoulders. “This is about yesterday, isn’t it?”

It dawns on you, just seconds ago, that your boyfriend doesn’t usually indulge in sweeter moments other than cleaning you up and offering you breakfast, but never before singing you a song early in the morning.

It must have been because of what happened – Hawkins’s students muttering freak under their breath whenever he’d passed by, which he disregards as something he’s already used to but really you both know it hurts him, tattooing it in his mind as a taunt and an insult that’ll forever taunt him.

Yesterday was no different, however, took a masked toll on him. Freak muttered by at least four kids, less than the usual, and he remains unbothered. Until he heard that some asshat from the Basketball team plans on making the move on you, and that they’d prefer him than a freak for some girl like you.

And he thinks, sadly, that you might have thought the same. And so he’s trying his best to be better – sweeter – for you. Just like what he thought you wanted. Because the guilt’s eating him up alive, wrapping it around his neck to keep him still and gnawing on his flesh. So here he is, playing a song for you in the morning with all his might, and the heartwarming smile on your face eases the tension in his chest.

That was, until, you brought it up.

“What are you talking about?” you lean back a bit as he removes his guitar and onto the bed beside him. Eddie acts casual, pretends he’s got no idea what you’re saying. “Why what happened yesterday? Did someone hurt you?”

“We go to the same school, Eds. We hear the same gossip.” You clarify. “I know you heard it. About McKinney planning on asking me out. And how people say-”

“That he’s better fitting for you?” he finishes. “Yeah I heard it. Guilty,” he chuckles dryly, avoiding your eyes in shame. “Y’know, they’re kind of right.”

You remove your hands from him, instead on his thighs. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, he’s a normal guy. In the basketball team, friends with popular guys, good looking,” He lists them off with three fingers, raising his eyebrows at each declaration. You take Eddie’s hand into yours and pull it down.

“Are you saying you don’t…fit, with me?”

Your small voice breaks his heart, no doubt, but he only thinks he’s stating the truth. “I mean, am I not? I’m a freak, (y/n). I’ve – I have always been. You’re special, unlike anybody else, and yet here you are with me, Hawkins High’s legendary freak.”

“Eddie, I don’t care,” You pull on his fingers, twirling the rings around as a comforting manner. “You think I would have dated you if I thought you were some psycho?”

“Babe, I said freak, not psycho. Those are two different things-”

“Semantics!”

“They’re-” he laughs, a wheeze. “They’re not semantics-”

“I don’t care, Eddie.” You take his face into your hands, palms small but face fitting well like a key to a lock. “I don’t care. What even made you think this way?”

Baneful overthinking. Realization. Normal Eddie Munson stuff. “Because I am a freak,” he takes your hands off, but places his own on your waist to keep you in place. “And I just think you deserve so much better.”

“What, you think I want to be with those pretentious assholes?” you scoff. “They’re so boring, Eddie. I’d be miserable the entire time I’m with them. They’re basic, they’re two-faced. I don’t want to be with them.”

Eddie chuckles. “That’s mean.”

“Well they’re mean, and I can be meaner,” you raise your eyebrows. “You know I can be meaner, Eddie.”

He remembers. You can be meaner. And as much as that laughable memory paints a smile on his face, it’s the least of what he’s thinking right now. “But do you actually think that I’m a freak? Just because I’m the leader of this club? Or – or I listen to metal or I’ve got long hair, or I sell drugs?”

“What, you wanna be like them?” you push his hair away out of his face. “I mean, being a freak is the best, Eddie. You’ve got personality. You’re way awesome than Jason Carver and his pale ass. It’s what makes you…you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nod, standing up and taking his hand with you. “You’re my Eddie, Eddie.”

Eddie takes your waist into his hand, the other taking your hand to rest on his shoulder. And while he raises your other joint fingers, he finds himself resting his forehead against yours with closed eyes.

“Eddie I love you so,” he smiles at your voice, like a harp sitting on a cloud in heaven that pulls him up from hell. He kisses your joint hands, on your knuckle. “Eddie please write one more line,”

He spins you around, tugs you back to his chest where your temple rests on a tattoo right above his left chest. He kisses the top of your head, like earlier, and hums along with you.

“Tell me your love is still only mine. Please Eddie don’t make me wait too long.”

In the middle of his small bedroom, swaying to your voice and eternal music inside your tethered minds, he unveils your soul then like he always does and loves it in forbearance. The moment an insignia from the quiet prosed promises you made to each other but kept to yourselves:

“I love you,” he whispers. “I promise to love you forever.”

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wheres-mylove · 2 years

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black sabbath? | eddie munson x fem!reader

Summary: You know that feeling when you find out that your friend has a massive crush on your older sister, but you can't do anything about it, even though you don't approve, since they just have to love the same music band? No? Because Dustin Henderson does.

Disclaimer: English isn’t my first language!

Word count: 3.1k

➸ You can read part two here!

(Y/N) Henderson really loved her brother. Most of the time. Because there were also times when he played on her nerves in a way no one else did.

“So Iron Maiden after all? Great choice! I'll get your change right away,” the girl said with a practiced smile, handing the customer a wad of bills over the counter. “Have a nice day!”

She waited a few moments until the guy (satisfied with the amazing service) left the store. And then she opened the door to the back room, which she had previously slammed shut.

“Why aren't you being so kind to me?” asked Dustin reproachfully, not caring in the least about his sister's deadly stare as he sat in a room theoretically for employees, with a mug of tea in hand. “Oh well. They pay you to do that here.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and leaned against the counter.

“I'm going to get fired because instead of letting me do my job in peace, you're making me listen to your ranting.”

“It's not ranting, woman. It's the story of my life.”

“If your life boils down to D&D, then it's no wonder you're getting bullied at school, Dusty,” (Y/N) sighed, arranging the vinyls that had been laid out by the previously-hosted lover of heavy sounds. She laughed at the sight of her brother's scowling face. “Just kidding. Wind up. But if someone walks in, for God's sake, tone it down.”

“Well, as I was saying-” Dustin set his mug down on the table with a bang so he could gesture freely. “Lucas acted in an outrageous manner. I was convinced we'd have to postpone the whole campaign. Mike and I nearly shit ourselves. I was like, man, Eddie will get so freaking mad...”

“I swear I'm going to start counting how many times the word Eddie comes out of your mouth,” announced (Y/N) with a smile. “Eddie this, Eddie that. Like a teenager in love.”

“Woah, take it easy. I won't tell you anything if you keep on being rude.”

“Promise?”

“He told us to find a sub for Sinclair and we were so screwed.” (Y/N) let the air out slowly through her nose. He wouldn't shut up so easily. “Absolutely nobody wanted to play with us. I fucking called Steve.”

“You also fucking called me. You've obviously hit the rock bottom.”

“Why can't you come actually? We somehow convinced Erica, but I thought she'd also say no, just out of spite. You know the rules, why can't you get your ass there?”

“I let children have their fun!” she exclaimed, bringing the pile of vinyls back to their rightful place. “In all seriousness, though, I'm going to the championship game.”

“You hate basketball.”

“First of all, unlike you, I appreciate that Lucas has worked hard for a place on the team... ”

“Don't be so supportive, he's warming the bench.”

“A sportsman spoke up. Secondly, Robin plays with the orchestra. My ears will fall off, but she's my friend. Gotta survive,” (Y/N) explained further. A wry smile suddenly dawned on her face. “Well, maybe I'll try my hand as Harrington's wingman. Can you believe that he came to me for love advice? But I don't think he's gonna make progress. He recently complimented a chick's forehead.”

Dustin laughed so hard that the tea almost went up his nose.

In a final act of grace (Y/N) agreed to drive her brother home once he and his friends had finished their campaign. However, she began to regret it. The basketball game was long over, Lucas disappeared with his new friends, Robin went home, and Steve was probably exchanging saliva with his temporary sweetheart.

She drummed her fingers impatiently on the steering wheel, with only Black Sabbath blasting from the speakers to keep her company.

“Can you help me, occupy my brain?” she sang along with the vocalist. (Y/N) could use the help, as she was growing tired of waiting in the car and staring blankly at the front door. Suddenly they opened, revealing several laughing teenagers, followed by an extremely joyful Erica Sinclair. The beloved brother was nowhere to be seen.

(Y/N) leaned out of the car window.

“Erica!” she called out, at which the girl turned toward the parking lot, searching for the owner of the voice with her eyes. “Where's my little dipshit?”

“Inside!”

(Y/N) decided that she had waited long enough. It was time to use violence. She jumped out of the car and ran up to the door. Erica waited.

“We won because of me,” she stated with undisguised pride, raising her head. “You will drive me home. Make it quick.”

“Congratulations and... okay? Sure, I'll drive you. You asked so politely,” (Y/N) replied, spreading her arms, as the girl apparently did not wait for her answer. Let's find Dustin.

It wasn't that complicated. She was led by the faint light from the room where they were playing D&D and the loud voice of.... well, the Master himself.

“Gentlemen, what a game that was! I'm impressed, really. Now it's your turn to flatter me. Yes, Eddie, what a thoughtful campaign. Shock. Wheeler, be careful with that figurine. I will scalp you if you do any damage.”

“Let's speed this up, because my sister will scalp us if we don't show up right away,” muttered Henderson, to which (Y/N) nodded, leaning nonchalantly against the door frame. They had not yet noticed her arrival.

“Too late,” she spoke up out of the blue, at which Mike jumped up, Dustin screamed, and the oldest member of the merry men turned abruptly in her direction.

“Jesus H. Christ,” he screeched, clutching his chest. “Don't do that again.”

(Y/N) took a better look at the infamous Munson. She had seen him before, before she graduated, but they had never officially met. It was hard not to notice a wisp of dark unruly hair, tattooed forearms, a crazy grin and... eyes. Beautiful eyes, to be honest. She never paid much attention to them. Oh fuck.

At first frightened by her sudden appearance in the room, Eddie didn't register who he was talking to. Unbelievable. He had passed this pretty creature in the hallway many times in the past year, but never had the courage to do more than admire her from afar.

Wait, this is Dustin's sister? This is his sister? He has been playing D&D with her little brother all this time and didn't even have a clue.

He thanked the higher power that (Y/N) was busy scolding Dustin, as he stood, grinning like an idiot, just happy to be there. Mike glanced in his direction fleetingly and raised his eyebrows. Finally, the attention of the Henderson siblings shifted to Munson. Eddie's head spun when she looked at him. No, man. Get your head in the game. You need to make a good impression.

Dustin grunted. He figured it would be polite to make the presentation now.

“This is my older sister, (Y/N).”

The aforementioned sister sent a smile in Eddie's direction that almost brought him off his feet. Damn. He's a metalhead. Metalheads. Don't. Blush.

“Dustin talks about you all the time, so let me guess that you must be...” (Y/N) began, extending her right hand to him, but before she could finish, Eddie decided to go with the first thing that came to mind.

“My name is Lucifer, please take my hand.” He laughed and finally shook her hand. He could have sworn he felt more than something. The light touch stirred up a sea of sparks within him. And Eddie didn't consider himself as a fan of clichés. Well.

(Y/N) Henderson squinted her eyes, with head held confidently high. And then she smiled, but this time more mischievously.

“I prefer it sung by Ozzy, but your version will do,” she replied quietly. In an almost flirtatious manner.

Oh, boy. You are lost, Eddie Munson.

Dustin was one step away from knocking a head on the table. Either his own, or the one belonging to his older friend.

“Get away from me. Absolutely not. Forget it,” repeated Henderson for the hundredth time, waving his fork warningly in Munson's direction. “I swear I'll stab you with it if you ask me about her again.”

Eddie wasn't too concerned about Dustin's threat. He continued to hang around with a fierce look on his face. Henderson looked up, silently praying for the strength to endure Eddie Munson's nagging.

It had been a week since his sister had appeared in Leviathan's den, and his D&D master had gone completely mad for her. Why didn't Dustin tell him that his sister (Y/N) was in fact that (Y/N)? She listens to Black Sabbath, but what else? What is she interested in? Where can they hang out? Dustin should bring her to the next game. By the way, has she ever played D&D? Does she have a boyfriend?

Is that how she felt when he was telling her all about Munson? Guilt washed over him. He didn't know it was possible to become that annoying.

“No crushing on (Y/N) on my watch!” he finally shouted, at which Eddie jumped up. And so did several people seated closest to them.

Mike Wheeler just laughed and patted Dustin on the back.

“Chill out, man.”

“You fucking Judas, whose side are you taking? You're a brother yourself. That's our shitty role. To beat the admirers off with a stick,” Dustin muttered, resting his chin on his hand. He turned toward Munson, sending him a suspicious look.

“What are your intentions?”

“Foul,” replied Eddie without flinching.

“You are disgusting.”

The boy straightened up, sending his friends a wide smile. He thought for a moment, then put his hands on their shoulders.

“You don't understand anything, don't you? I feel that this is my year. That it will be different. I will finally graduate, snatch that diploma. My dream is to flip Higgins the bird and run as far away from this shithole as possible, to start a new life,” Eddie said with conviction and hope that there is simply no other option. “But I have some unfinished business, you see. When I had the opportunity to talk to (Y/N) at school, I chickened out. However, I see that fate is giving me a second chance to make things right.”

“Have mercy,” muttered Mike to Dustin, but he shook his head with a disapproving look.

Henderson was as stubborn as a mule. But Mike's patience also had its limits. That's why, when an exasperated Dustin marched out of the cafeteria, Wheeler leaned toward Munson and whispered in confidence that (Y/N) was currently not seeing anyone. Then it casually slipped out that she works at the record store. The one near the library. It also slipped out that she works an opening shift on Saturdays. By accident.

Oops.

Eddie Munson couldn't remember the last time he was so stressed. Maybe when that damn weed was almost found in his backpack. Or when Wayne was lecturing him after he had returned from a band rehearsal in a not-quite-sober state.

He was about to talk to a girl he was pining over. Heck, he won't be able to. Maybe he will? Or maybe he won't. He could always turn his van around and pretend that he had no intention of going to that fucking store in the first place.

He stopped at a red light and glanced nervously at the glove box. He put a cassette in there. Maybe he was going insane, but he already knew she liked Black Sabbath. So he collected a few tracks with a similar vibe and signed it with a black marker. From Eddie :)

He had no idea why he did it, or how he was supposedly going to hand it to her, since they had talked just once. It would appear that he was thinking of her. She would consider him a proper freak.

But there's no denying it, he was indeed thinking. He was listening to a song and then the question came to him whether she would like it too.

Green light. It wasn't that far. He had to devise a plan. He desperately needed a plan. After all, he won't march in there and tell her that he's liked her for a long time, but he gets so nervous in her presence that he can't form a proper sentence. Christ, what a fool he will make of himself.

He parked the van and looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was disheveled as usual. Yeah, charming. He opened the glove box and pulled out that wretched cassette. Maybe it would be appropriate to practice what he was going to say. No. Then he would panic.

“I'm going,” he said to motivate himself. And off he went.

The idea of running away came up exactly four times. He counted.

The bell at the door marked his arrival deafeningly loud, or at least that was his impression. There was no customer in the store, but it was empty behind the counter, too. Good. Nobody's home. He's gonna just...

“Just a minute! I'll be right there!” called out (Y/N) from the back room.

Under normal circumstances, he would have waltzed out now. But what stopped him was N.I.B. playing in the background. He smirked.

“Cool song!” he exclaimed in a sudden burst of boldness.

(Y/N) Henderson almost went down with a heart attack hearing his voice. Son of a bitch had an excellent timing. She took advantage of the fact that he couldn't see her now. It won't be that fun when she'll have to look him in the eye.

“Yes, someone reminded me how much I like it.”

She took the cardboard box of records with her, but not to unpack them, at least not at the moment. She was gonna use it as a shield against her brother's dangerously handsome friend. It almost fell out of her hands when she saw him leaning against the counter.

Hands on full display. Tattoos. Rings.

“Eddie Munson,” she greeted in a polite tone reserved for the store's customers. And for the people she liked. “To what do I owe this visit?”

“I was passing by and spontaneously thought I'd take a look.”

(Y/N) found this to be a reasonable explanation, but Munson nearly burst into laughter.

“In that case, can I help you with something?” she asked with a smile, pointing to something with her thumb. “Heavy metal in that alley over there.”

Eddie strolled slowly through the store, but he hadn't come here to buy anything. His gaze kept returning toward the counter. (Y/N) tried to pretend she wasn't aware of that.

“So,” began Munson, Paranoid vinyl in his hands. “Black Sabbath?”

“Hell yeah,” replied (Y/N), crossing her arms over her chest. “I hope you know that you've scored some points with that lyrics, N.I.B. is one of my favorites.”

“Devil falling in love,” whispered Munson, before he had time to think it over carefully. “What a familiar concept.”

(Y/N) Henderson felt suddenly overwhelmed by his intense gaze. The tension was almost unbearable.

“Aren't you of those who interpret this as a deception to the depths of hell?”

“One does not exclude the other,” Eddie replied simply, putting the record back in place. Now it was his turn to tremble under her watchful gaze. “I lied earlier.”

(Y/N) furrowed her brow.

“Excuse me?”

Eddie decided that he had enough of beating around the bush. May Ozzy Osbourne protect him.

“I specifically came here to see you,” he explained, covering his face with a strand of dark hair. “Mike told me I would find you here. Dustin I couldn't force. He declared himself the protector of your honor.”

(Y/N) thought that she had overheard at first. Just the fact that Eddie was so close and talking to her about music was already a lot. And now she finds out that he came here for her? Then the second part of his statement reached her ears and she started laughing.

Yes, typical Dustin. Little brother in shining armor.

Munson couldn't hold back a smile at the sight of her laughing face. He reached into his jacket pocket for the tape and decided that it's once in a lifetime occasion.

“I wanted to give you this, too. Maybe it's a little silly, but our tastes are similar, so...” he said, walking up to the counter and handing it to her.

(Y/N) wasn’t laughing anymore when she accepted the gift. She turned it in her hands, then looked at him with big doe eyes. Eddie's heart melted.

“Thank you,” she choked out, touched by this small gesture. No one had made a compilation especially for her until now. “I'll listen to it as soon as I get home.”

“The first one is N.I.B.” Eddie smiled softly. “I hope you like the rest of it as well.”

Their little soap bubble of mutual adoration burst when two women entered the store with the ring of a bell. Both (Y/N) and Eddie frowned at the sight. Zero privacy. Someone had the audacity to go shopping.

Eddie Munson scratched his neck nervously and lowered his gaze.

“I'm sorry for bothering you at work for so long. I should get going,” the boy apologized, then pointed to a stack of records. “Your prices are astronomical. Making up for it with customer service though.”

(Y/N) only then realized that Eddie was about to go. He'll leave her here for the rest of the shift with a smoldering hope and an adorable choice of gift. Definitely not happening.

“Wait,” she called as Munson was already turning to leave, to which he immediately turned back.

“Yes?” She'd tell him to leave, he'd leave in a hurry. She'd tell him to wait, he won't budge.

“How can I return the favor?” she asked, lifting up the tape. “A serious question. I don't like being in debt.”

Eddie stood for a moment with his mouth open, searching for the right answer.

“This is the part when you ask me out,” prompted (Y/N) suddenly, coming to the rescue.

“Would you say yes?”

“Oh, come on, you dumbass.”

Eddie barely made it to the car, but had to sit down for a long moment and recover. He could still feel the subtle touch of her lips on his cheek.

He managed to get a date with a gorgeous girl who listens to Black Sabbath.

Thanks, Ozzy.

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hellfirebabe · 2 years

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What Is and What Should Never Be {one-shot}

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem reader

Word count: 2.9k

Summary: reader and Eddie are separated from the rest of the group in the Upside Down. they end up at Hawkins Lab where they get into a predicament with SEX POLLEN

Warnings: SMUT. dub con. please do not read if you’re not comfortable with dub con. fuck or die situation. language, unprotected sex, oral sex (female and male receiving), vaginal penetration.

reader is an adult, minors do not interact 💕

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Time didn’t exist in the Upside Down.

It could have been hours or it could have been days at this point - you and Eddie had been trekking through the woods of Indiana (technically it was Indiana - even if it was the Indiana of an alternate world) for an ungodly amount of time.

The two of you had been separated from the group ages ago - the sudden attack of hundreds of demo-bats sending everyone in different directions, running for safety - you’d learned from their first attack that it was best to find shelter and hide.

You and Eddie both ran towards the woods, taking shelter in a small cave until the bats flew past.

You didn’t know how long ago that was. You didn’t know where the others were, or if they were okay. You’d gone back to where you’d last seen them, of course - but there was no sign of anyone. You didn’t know if that was for better or for worse. You prayed that it meant they were still hiding out.

You weren’t even sure what it was you were hoping to find - your friends, civilization, a gate back to your home dimension - you were just walking aimlessly, desperately wanting to find your way out this creepy, vine-infested forest.

All you knew was that it was dark, and cold, and your legs felt like jelly from walking for so long.

“Are you sure you don’t want my jacket?” Eddie offers for probably the dozenth time at the chatter of your teeth.

“I do want your jacket,” you admit. “But I won’t take your jacket, because then you’ll be even colder, too.”

He sighs, accepting your answer for the time being.

“I’m less worried about being cold and more worried about the fact that my stomach feels like it’s eating itself,” he complains. You feel it too - the pizza you’d eaten for lunch felt like it had been digested a lifetime ago.

“Well, if one, singular, lone demo-bat comes at us then we may have a chance at harvesting his flesh.” You were too focused on the ground beneath you, making sure you didn’t trip on any of the large, veiny vines, to notice that Eddie had stopped dead in his tracks. “I’m not necessarily keen on eating bat meat but if the alternative is starv—”

You come to a sudden pause when you feel Eddie’s hand gripping the top of your arm.

“What?” Your gaze snaps up to look at his face - he’s staring off in the distance, squinting his eyes tight.

You follow his gaze, immediately seeing what had grabbed his attention.

A building - a huge building, fenced and gated. You’re not convinced it isn’t a prison. There’s no lights on that you can see, and it looks seemingly as abandoned as the forest surrounding it. Like the rest of the Upside Down, it’s covered in noticeable large vines.

“I’ll take my chances checking that out,” Eddie sighs resignedly. “Because I’m not eating fucking bat meat.”

There’s a heavy, sick feeling in the pit of your stomach when you realize what the building is as you get closer.

Hawkins National Laboratory

“Nothing good happens at Hawkins Lab,” you caution. “I doubt whatever we find here is going to be a hot meal.”

“I doubt that, too,” Eddie huffs. He approaches the gate to the chain link fence, freezing when it comes open without any trouble at the first pull. “But maybe we’ll get lucky and there will be some expired cereal or something. People had to eat here sometimes, yeah? And even if there’s no food, there’s bound to at least be something I can bandage this bad boy up with.” Eddie lifts the tail of his shirt, exposing three shallow but long scratches from a bat that had got to him. The bleeding had stopped a while ago, but he was still at risk for infection.

You follow him through the gate. There’s no sign of any living being and you don’t even know if anyone has ever been here, to this lab in this world.

The front door opens as easily as the gate did.

There’s no electricity - you’re not surprised. The only bit of light is what little trickles through the windows from the red-tinted sky outside. The hallways are vast and empty, as are most of the rooms you peek into. A few rooms contain old computers, others have typical equipment found in labs - microscopes, Bunsen burners, empty freezers. The whole place smells old - sour and musty and there’s a thin layer of grit and grime on every surface.

It’s eerily silent except for every footstep that seems to echo for miles.

Eddie stays a step ahead of you the whole time, his body shielding yours - from what exactly, you didn’t know, but you felt safe nonetheless.

You search the whole first floor without any success. No food, no running water, no means of communication.

“Bat meat is starting to sound more and more tempting,” Eddie mudders under his breath as you walk down the flight of stairs to a lower level.

The basement is darker - you pull out the one flashlight the two of you had been sharing from your coat pocket and shine the light ahead of you.

There’s a set of large double doors at the end of the hallway with the word INFIRMARY in bold red letters.

“Let’s find something for me to clean your wound with,” you tell him.

To call it an infirmary would be generous. The room is large, but mostly empty - there’s one hospital bed and several cupboards that are nearly all bare, except for one.

You spot a bottle of rubbing alcohol, amongst a bunch of other various vials and glass cylinders, on one of the higher shelves.

It’s almost too tall for Eddie to reach. Even on his tippy-toes, it’s a stretch. He lunges for the bottle but misses, knocking several over in the process. One rolls off of the shelf, falling at least ten feet to the concrete floor. You jump out of the way right before it shatters.

“Shit,” Eddie mumbles, still reaching for the bottle of rubbing alcohol.

“Maybe you could try to lift me up?” You suggest. “I could put my feet in your hands and you could give me a boost—”

Eddie’s body goes rigid. You point the flashlight at him, noticing that his eyes are darting around frantically.

“Eddie? What’s wrong?” You take a step towards him.

“Don’t!” He shouts - it echoes. “Don’t step any closer to me,” he adds in a quieter voice.

“What the fuck is going on? You’re scaring me.”

“I don’t - I don’t know - fuck, what the fuck.” Eddie starts to walk backwards, distancing himself from you. You stay where you’re at, but follow him with the light of the flashlight. He’s hunched over, in visible pain, as if there’s a knife in his stomach. Your first thought is that the cuts from the demo-bats are hurting him, but he’s been completely fine up until this point.

No, this is too sudden. This is something urgent.

“What the fuck was in that vial?” Eddie curses through gritted teeth.

You turn to the pile of glass on the floor a few feet away from you - there’s a layer of red dust coating the floor around the shards of glass.

You take a cautious step towards the mess, noticing a label still attached to one of the larger shards. You squint to read the small print.

Caution: potentially fatal

PROCREATION POLLEN

“Something is really fucking wrong with me,” Eddie gasps. “I’m covered in sweat, I can’t breathe, I feel like I’m going to explode, like my skin is crawling and I need to.. need to..” he trails off, pacing with his fists in his hair.

Procreation Pollen. It wasn’t something you knew existed but the name on the label was relatively explanatory. And given the place that it was found, a laboratory infamous for its experiments, and the behavior that Eddie was exhibiting, you pieced together what the dust was meant for.

“Have sex?” You finish his sentence. He doesn’t respond at first, just focuses on breathing - his chest is heaving. He has a feral look to him.

“I- I think I’m going to fucking die if I don’t,” his voice cracks with fear.

You walk over to him and he holds his hands up in front of himself.

“I’m serious, sweetheart, don’t. I’m barely controlling myself right now,” he pleads with you.

“Eddie, this feeling isn’t going to go away unless you do something to make it go away.” You try to reason with him.

“You’d really rather die than have sex with me?” Your voice is almost teasing - despite the serious situation at hand, you and Eddie had been playing a game of “will they, won’t they” for far too long.

“No!” Eddie gasps - whether it was out of shock or discomfort, you’re not sure. “Of course not. I just don’t want it to be like this, don’t want it to happen here, like this. This isn’t anything like I imagined it. I don’t want you to fuck me just to save my life.” He laughs but you can hear the pain behind it.

“Oh? How did you imagine it then?” You walk towards him slowly, until you’re less than a foot away from him.

His body freezes again. It looks as though he’s trying to hold his breath - like your scent could send him over the edge.

You sit the flashlight you’d be holding on the nearest countertop surface before closing the gap of space between you. You put your hands on either side of his abdomen and he groans. His muscles are taut and he feels feverish even through the fabric of his shirt.

“Because I’ve imagined it so many different ways,” your voice is just above a whisper. “I’ve imagined it happening in your room with Black Sabbath blasting at full volume to drown out the noise. I’ve imagined it in the back of your van when we’re stoned out of our minds because we’ve smoked one joint too many. I’ve imagined sneaking you into my room after my family goes to sleep and you covering my mouth with your hand to keep me quiet. And I absolutely would fuck you to save your life but I would fuck you any other time, too.”

“It hurts,” he whimpers. “My whole body hurts.”

“Let me help you,” you plead. “Can I please help you?” You’re scared that he’ll refuse - and you’re terrified of what will happen if he does - but you still need to hear him say it. Still need to know that he wants it - really wants it, and not just because he could die if he doesn’t.

His mouth opens but no sound comes out. He hesitates for a moment longer before his lips are on yours.

He pulls you flush against him - the heat from his body instantly makes you feel the warmest you’d been since you all jumped into Lover’s Lake after Steve. His kiss is desperate; fast and messy. He tastes like the last of his cigarettes that he had chain-smoked in the woods of the Upside Down.

You can feel that he’s already hard through his jeans. You palm at him through his pants and you feel him twitch. He groans again, but this time it’s more of a growl.

He picks you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his midsection as he carries you to the creaky hospital style bed.

There’s an urgency to his actions, but he’s still gentle.

You shrug out of your jacket and toss it on the floor before tugging your shirt over your head. You’re left in only your bra from the waist up. Eddie removes his own shirt before kissing you again, pinning you between his body and the hard mattress.

His skin is covered in a thin layer of sweat that quickly smears against your own stomach and chest.

He kisses you softly once more before hovering above you - his fingers hook into your bra and he glances at you before pulling the fabric out of the way.

“It’s okay,” you assure him.

He tugs the cup of your bra to the side, exposing your breast. The chilly air of the laboratory instantly hardens your nipples - his mouth encases one a second later.

You arch into his touch. His free hand goes to your other breast, pushing your bra out of the way.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he croons when he pulls away. He sits back on his knees and you sit up too - your face level with his stomach. It’s mostly pitch black, the only light coming from the flashlight on the other side of the room, but it’s more than enough to make out his silhouette.

You press your lips to his belly, trailing kisses down his happy trail before pausing at the hem of his pants. You pop open the button and help him shimmy out of them, his underwear quickly following.

His dick springs forward, almost hitting his belly button.

You waste no more time before taking his tip into your mouth. He lets out a visible shudder when your mouth closes around him. You use your tongue to clean up where he’d already leaked around his slit.

His fingers thread through your hair - his hands keeping your head in place. He bucks his hips as you work him with your mouth and you can tell it’s taking all of his restraint to not shove himself deep into your throat. His movements are erratic and you feel him twitch in your mouth. You bob your head a few more times, taking in him little by little until your lips are at his pubes.

“Not gonna last long, sweetheart,” he says in a strained voice. You pull yourself away from him with a pop, replacing your mouth with your hand as you continue to pump him.

“Isn’t that the point?” You chuckle, looking up at him through your lashes. “Make you come so you don’t die?”

He strokes your hair with one hand, the other coming to cup your face as he rubs your lower lip with this thumb.

You can vaguely make out a smirk on his face. He chuckles, then leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips.

“I’ve waited way too long for this,” he murmurs against your mouth. “I’ll take my chances with dying before I pass up the opportunity to eat you out.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to object. He lays you down against the mattress and yanks both your pants and panties down in one quick motion.

He spreads you in front of him - nestles himself between your legs and splays his hands across the squish of your thighs.

The feeling of his hot breath against your center sends goosebumps across your skin before his lips make contact with you.

Despite the pressing matter of time, he’s thorough with you. Drinks from you like a man starved. His hands wrap around your wrists, keeping you where he wants you - mewling beneath him.

You’re almost over the edge when he pulls away. He looks up at you almost apologetically and starts to speak when you shush him.

“Come here,” you command him. “I want you inside me.”

“Need to be in you,” he says, out of breath. He angles himself over you, lining himself up at your entrance.

His forehead is pressed against yours, his sweat mixing with your own. He pushes in gently - pausing when you both hiss in pleasure - before filling you all the way up.

“Shit,” he breathes. “You feel fucking perfect.”

He starts to move, slowly at first before working up to a steady pace. You’re already soaked from his work with his mouth and it takes no time for the vacant laboratory to echo with the obscene noises that came from between your two bodies.

He kisses you as he fucks you - moans into your mouth.

Circumstances aside, it’s better than you’d ever daydreamed of. Years worth of pent up feelings and desires are released as he thrusts into you.

“Need to come, baby,” he grunts. “Want you to come with me.” He reaches his hand between the two of you, finding your swollen sweet spot and massaging quick circles.

There’s a familiar heat building in your lower belly. His thrusts become messy and sporadic - you’re both close.

You wrap your legs around him, pulling him as far into you as he can get. You clench around him as you come and he loses it when he feels it.

He fucks you through both of your orgasms and then collapses on top of you.

“Are you okay?” You ask him as soon as your breathing levels out. “Did it work? Are you still in pain?”

He pulls back to look down at you.

“I’ve never felt better,” he promises.

You breathe a sigh of relief.

“Can’t believe it took you being poisoned in an abandoned laboratory in an alternate dimension for us to finally hook up,” you laugh under your breath.

“We’re pretty fucking stupid, huh?” He agrees before kissing you again. He takes his time now, there’s no longer a frantic urgency.

“Just promise me—” he interjects in between kisses. “That we won’t be stupid anymore when we get back home.”

Oh, you promise.

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Aces High; Eddie Munson x female reader

Summary: Eddie graduates and gets the hell out of Hawkins. Reader and Eddie both meet at an Iron Maiden concert in 87.

Warnings: smut, spanking, unprotected sex, drug use (reader and eddie get stoned together)

You were weaving through the thick crowd of people, trying to make your way closer to the stage for a better view. So far it wasn’t working out well. People were pushing through and blocking you off. Assholes. Clutching your beer tightly in your hands, you ducked through a few people only to be shoved forward and face first into a denim clad back. Just like that your overpriced drink is gone, spilt down some poor strangers back. Fuck.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry! I really didn’t mean that, some jerk pushed me...” You rattle off, your words dying on your lips when the stranger turns around.

Holy shit.

The recipient of your spilt beer is everything your teenage self would have madly lusted over. Tall, doe eyed, tattooed and long hair past his shoulders. Your father would have hated him. You on the other hand are turning to complete mush under his gaze.

“No, its totally fine.” He’s smiling down at you as he shrugs. “I kinda wanted to be completely drenched anyways.”

You have to remind yourself to speak. “I’m sorry about your jacket.”

“Eh, not your fault. There are so many assholes getting around. I practically had to fist fight everyone here to get a good spot.”

You let out a laugh and it’s embarrassing how high pitched it is. Jesus Christ.

The stranger’s eyes wander over you appraisingly. Is he checking you out? You can feel your cheeks burning.

“I’m Y/N.” You blurt.

The stranger takes an exaggerated bow. “Eddie Munson. You trying to get through to your friends?”

Right. You got ditched. Your friend had stood you up last minute. It’s just not my thing, she had told you. Whatever. You had worked your ass off, done double shifts for those tickets and there was no way you were going to miss out.

“No, my friend bailed last minute so I’m here by myself.”

He shoots you a toothy grin. “Well, I’m solo tonight too. You want to join my party?”

“Really?”

“Yeah, sure, I’ll allow it. Can’t have you getting around like some lost lamb. But only if you promise to let me jump on your shoulders for a better view.”

Having someone to hang with would be nice and Eddie seems like he’d keep you entertained. Plus there’s something warm about him, like he’s the type to take someone under his wing.

“Of course,” You joke back, “It’s the least I can do after spilling beer all over you.”

The rest of the concert is epic.

Aces High blares across the stadium, so loud can barely hear Eddie, and the energy of the crowd is unreal. It’s way better then you could have imagined. Definitely beats watching it on television.

Eddie steadies you a few times when the crowd gets too wild and surges forward. You’re both practically pressed together side by side like sardines. His ringed fingers brush your hands a few times, sending chills through your body.

Eddie is head banging and mimicking a guitar solo. You can’t help but smile at how goofy he is.

“Shit, this is so good I could cream my pants.” Eddie yells. Your thankful no one else can hear him over the music. You shake your head, trying to hold back laughter.

“You been to any other concerts before?”

Eddie shakes his head. “No, nothing like this. They had a few shitty bands back home, but never anything like this. This is legendary.”

Eddie’s eyes are glued to the stage, and you can see how much he’s living for this moment. He’s pumped, completely in his element. His enthusiasm is contagious and soon enough you’re dancing and jumping alongside him. You forget that Eddie Munson is a complete stranger- some random- it feels like you’ve known him forever.

Soon enough the stadium lights are lit up, prompting the crowd to clear out, and the band is walking off stage. Your throat is sore from screaming and you know your feet are going to kill at work tomorrow.

“Best concert ever!” Eddie proclaims and you have to agree. It takes a while to push through the crowd and get outside. Eddie, ever the gentleman, guides you every step of the way.

The car park comes into view and your stomach sinks as you realize that this is goodbye. You can feel your high slowly slipping away.

Eddie looks unsure too, like he doesn’t want the night to end.

“Hey, so did you- uh did you need a ride home tonight?” His voice is hopeful. You’re so glad your friend pulled out last minute and you caught a cab over.

Your mother would scold you for agreeing. Lecture you about serial killers. But you’re completely under Eddie’s spell. “Yeah, sure. I’d love that.”

Eddie grins and reaches his hand out for yours. You take it and follow him through the carpark. The air is colder outside and his hand is warm in yours.

“And here she is, my noble stead.” Eddie grins proudly, smacking the bonnet. “Now she may look a bit rough, but this baby has carried me into battle many times.”

He’s right. The van is old and rough to look at.

The inside of the van is no better. It smells like your teenage brother’s bedroom. And you’re pretty sure you can smell weed lingering on the interior. Eddie hastily moves all the junk from the passenger seat to make room for you. Cassette tapes are sprawled across the dashboard, nearly all your favourite bands. A Dungeons & Dragons bobble head stares back at you. There’s an X-rated magazine wedged between the seats, and he practically flings it into the back of the van. You try not to laugh when he mumbles an embarrassed apology. You get the hint Eddie doesn’t have a lot of girls in his van.

You climb up into your seat and pretend not to notice Eddie looking when your skirt rides higher up your thighs. Good. Your glad you went with the short leather skirt and band tee tonight.

On the ride home you both rave on about your favourite bands, how metal is clearly the superior music genre. Your friends never understood the hype around it, but with Eddie it’s something you both enjoy and could go on for hours about. He plays guitar, you say he’s full of shit and he promises to play for you one day.

Eddie tells you about Hawkins, some small town in Indiana, how he’s so glad he finally got out. He misses his uncle and friends though, especially some kid named Dustin. He’s my like my protégé, he says proudly.

Listening to his stories you realize Eddie Munson is like no one else you have ever met. And he is the biggest dork. You try to imagine him playing Dungeons and Dragons with a bunch of high school kids.

You tell him that you recently graduated too, class of 86. You’re still not sure where you’re going to college yet. Eddie tells you he barely graduated and he’s not sure if he wants to apply, he’s happy travelling in his van and working at whatever bar he can find in the meantime. Like a rolling stone.

“You know, you’re like the first decent person I’ve met so far.” He glances over you, and you flush under his gaze. “I mean the guys I work with are alright but you, you’re pretty cool.”

You feel the butterflies stirring in your stomach. Eddie Munson thinks you’re cool.

The van pulls into your street. The trip home felt way too quick.

Maybe its because you’re still buzzed from the concert or maybe its from Eddie but you’re feeling brave.

“Do you want to come inside?”

Everyone knows what that means. You hope Eddie knows what that means.

You hadn’t missed the quick glances Eddie would sneak in your direction on the way home or the way he smiled when he watched you drone on about Iron Maiden. He was checking you out.

Eddie eye’s widen and he clears his throat, nods his head, trying to play it cool. “Sure, that would be uh- be cool.”

Cool.

You lead him up the stairs and into your small apartment. First thing you did after graduating was get your own place. It was some old studio you had found in the paper. It wasn’t very big and the water pressure was shit, probably why it was so cheap. You didn’t care though, it was perfect for you.

“I have bourbon or…no just bourbon. I could have sworn there was vodka somewhere.” You say, searching the cabinets. Eddie is sitting on the sofa, not quite sure what to do.

“Bourbons fine.” He says. “Do you mind if I light a joint in here?”

“Go for it.”

“You smoke the devil’s lettuce?”

You join him on the sofa with your drinks and watch as puffs on the joint. “Once in high school. My best friend and I got busted underneath the bleachers. My dad found out and threatened to send me to some all-girls Catholic boarding school. Scared the absolute shit out of me.”

Eddie laughs at that. “I spent the majority of high school stoned. Probably why I didn’t learn much. You want a try?”

Your dad can’t send you off anymore. “Sure.” You take the joint and bring it to your lips. Eddie’s lips had been there only a second ago.

“Now remember, you need to breathe in and hold it for a bit. Don’t just suck-”

Too late.

You inhale too sharply, and the smoke stings your throat. You’re coughing your guts up and Eddie is patting your back trying to stop you from choking. How embarrassing. He passes you the glass of bourbon and you’re quick to finish it off.

Eddie’s howling with laughter. Clutching at his belly like its hurting him to laugh so much. You shoot him a glare.

“That was the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Glad my pain could give you some entertainment.” Reaching for the bottle of bourbon, you pour yourself another glass to get rid of the taste.

The night passes quickly after that. The apartment smells like weed and you and Eddie are laughing way too much. It feels so good.

Lightheaded and tipsy, you’re both sprawled out across the carpet, hands intertwined. Eddie’s raving on about bats, how its just his luck he got bats tattooed to him. You’re not really listening though. All you can think about is how warm his hand is in yours, how close you both are. You’re not even sure how it happened.

You pull your hand away and roll onto your side to face him. Eddie frowns at the loss of contact.

“You good, Y/N? Tell me you’re not going to puke everywhere, because I don’t think I can-”

You shut him up with a kiss. His lips are much softer than you thought. Eddie’s hand is on your cheek, his lips are moving slowly against yours. It’s gentle and sweet. You feel like melting under his touch.

Eddie slips his thigh between yours, pressed directly against your panties. Thank God you’re wearing a skirt. You moan at the contact and grind against his thigh, leaving a wet patch against his jeans.

Your hands seem to have a mind of their own and you find them slipping underneath Eddie’s Hellfire shirt, feeling the warm skin underneath. Your fingers brush over his ribs and up to his chest. You tug on the collar of his shirt and Eddie obliges you, breaking away from you to throw the shirt aside. You take the moment to rid yourself of your tee and skirt too.

Eddie’s skin is pale and there’s a patch of dark hair across his chest. You can’t help but notice the small, jagged marks on his skin. You avert you gaze when he notices, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.

“A bat tried to kill me.” He explains. What the fuck?

You try to ask him what he means but his mouth is back on yours, hungry and rougher this time. You weave your hands through his hair, bringing him closer. Warmth spreads through your body. Eddie’s chest is flush against yours; your nipples harden underneath him from the pressure. You can feel the hard bulge through his jeans and grind your hips into his.

Eddie palms your breast through the lacey bra, thumb brushing over your hardened nipple. He shoves the material to the side and covers the bud with his hot mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue. You arch into his touch and grip his shoulders hard, needing to feel all of him against you.

Eddie’s hand has slipped between your thighs now, tracing his fingers over your panties. “Shit, Y/N, so wet already.”

The soft cotton of your panties is gone, pulled down your legs, and replaced with Eddie’s long, slender fingers. They circle your clit, rubbing and stroking. You let out the most embarrassing whine. Eddie smirks and drags his finger down your slick folds, dipping into your entrance. Then another. The pace of his fingers is slow and every time you buck your hips into his hand he goes slower.

“Be patient, baby.”

As if you could.

He’s peppering your neck with kisses, fingers curled inside of you, brushing against that sweet spot. He works your pussy so well. You definitely believe that he plays guitar now.

It doesn’t take long for you to come undone from his fingers. You grip his shoulders and buck wildly into his hand. He sucks his fingers clean after that.

“Turn around.”

You’re more then happy to comply. You turn over onto all fours and arch you back slowly, giving him the perfect view of your wet pussy and round ass.

“Fuck.” He swears, taking in a sharp breath. You look back to see him with his hand wrapped around his cock, giving it a jerk- eyes glued to your pussy, completely dazed.

“You like that, Eddie.” You say teasingly and wriggle your ass back for him.

The most delicious sound escapes Eddie’s lips.

“Fuck yeah.”

His hands are on your hips, and he pulls you hard back against his cock. Long fingers are back between the folds of your heat now, slipping over your clit and spreading the slickness over your entrance. The coolness of his rings rubs against you. Eddie adjusts himself and pushes into you slowly.

It’s like instant relief. You both moan when he’s fully inside of you. He gives you a moment to adjust to his thickness before he begins to thrust into you with a slow pace.

“Feels so good. You feel so good inside me, Eddie.”

Praise seems to encourage him and he’s thrusting into you faster, gripping you tight against him.

You move back against him, keeping up with his rhythm. He stills for a moment, watching you roll your hips back and fuck his cock. It’s driving him insane.

“So fucking hot.” He says.

Eddie’s palm makes contact with the fatty skin of your ass. You don’t expect to like it but a moan slips from your legs and you’re begging him to do it again. Once, twice and a third time. Each slap is harder then the other and you know you’re going to have bruises in the morning.

His hand slips underneath you and glides his fingers against your wet folds. Rolling your clit between his finger and pinching. You buck your hips back against him, feeling your stomach tighten and your climax building up.

Eddie is thrusting into you. Nails digging tight into the soft skin of your hips as he pounds into you from behind. His thumb rubs against the bundle of nerves and you know you’re done for. You climax hits you and you grind back hard against Eddie’s cock, hitting that sweet spot inside of you. Eddie doesn’t stop, doesn’t give you any time to rest after your orgasm. Not while your clenched so tight around him.

With one hand firmly holding onto your hips he glides his hand up your back and to the nape of your neck. He fists a handful of your hair and you arch back against him.

“G-gonna, cum. Fuck, Y/N. Can I cum in you, baby?” His voice is ragged and broken. His hands are grasping at your hips desperately now, his thrusts becoming sloppier.

“Yes, Eddie. Cum all in me.”

That’s all it takes. He thrusts once more and you can feel the warm stickiness dripping down your thighs. Eddie’s grip isn’t as tight anymore and he slumps against you, chest breathing heavy. It’s a minute before he recovers from his release and pulls out of you. He falls back on the carpet and pulls you along with him to his chest.

Your body feels like jelly and you nestle into his side, both of you sweaty and sticky. Eddie wraps your arm over your waist and traces his fingers over the skin of your belly.

“That was…” He’s still breathless.

“Fucking hot.” You finish. Eddie laughs and places a sloppy kiss against your head.

“Fucking hot indeed.”

There was no way you were going into work tomorrow.

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mystic-shadows42 · 2 years

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Eddie Imagine: Making You Smile

Almost every girl swooned over Jason Carver. He was the most popular guy in school and captain of the basketball team.

Even with all of these qualities, this wasn’t who you had a crush on. No, the guy you had a crush on was called a ‘freak’ and deemed despicable but you found him charming and funny where others didn’t. He had long hair, wore rings, liked rock music, played games, and best of all…had a sense of humor.

Just like any other day Eddie was walking down the hall smiling once he saw you.

“Good morning, beautiful.”

“Hey, Eddie,” you seemed to squeak back as he walked past. It was always the little things with him.

Sometimes it’d be him opening the door, giving you a ride home, or making a bunch of references you didn’t understand but would smile anyways. He was always so animated and lively that you couldn’t help but love to be around him.

He just radiated good energy.

Despite what people thought, he was a good wholesome guy.

Whenever you were alone and your friends would be somewhere else he’d sit down next to you and keep you company until they came.

If you were having a bad day he’d quote Shakespeare in different funny voices. Whenever the flowers would bloom in Hawkins he’d pick the prettiest one and leave it either in your locker, at your desk, or in your bag. It was always a surprise.

Despite all of these wonderful things that Eddie did, it was never anything more than that. You wanted to take the initiative but always chickened out. It made you feel bad that you never really showed him your appreciation. You didn’t have the confidence like he always seemed to have.

Every night you’d lay in bed and pray and hope and dream that something will happen. Something good. Something more.

It was all the same until one day Eddie stopped by your locker.

“Hey, beautiful,” Eddie smiled putting his hands in his pockets. He always seemed confident and outspoken but right now he looked a bit nervous as he stood in front of you. “I-uh wanted to ask,” he rubbed the back of his neck as he visibly swallowed. “Uhm would you, perhaps, maybe-you can say no. Uh, maybe wanna come see me,” he blinked his eyes, sighing before correcting himself, “me and my band play this weekend?” You bit your bottom lip to keep yourself from full-blown smiling. He was being cute. The stuttering and his clear nervousness around you was heartwarming. “You can tell us how we are,” he chuckled then ceased smiling. “So, will you?”

“I will.”

Eddie broke out into a big smile. “Great, that’s...great.” You chuckled at him loving how he was being right now. “I’ll see you then.” He turned down the hallway and you watched him have a little more pep in his step than usual.

“Eddie.” You called out down the hallway.

“Yeah,” he turned around with his full attention on you. “As long as you take me out afterward.”

His mouth opened and closed but no words seem to come out, at least none coherent enough. He still seemed to be processing it all. You walked towards him not caring that people were starting to stare and watch all of this unfold.

Eddie watched closely as you came closer. His eyes were wandering, going from your eyes to your lips when you got closer. So you decided to make his heart race a little more and kissed the corner of his lips. He tensed up almost as if he was holding his breath.

“I’m looking forward to this weekend,” you smiled then turned around smiling like a fool. It happened! You kissed Eddie Munson! He asked you to come see his band play! He was going to take you out!

You were freaking out on the inside. This was a dream. How else can you explain it?

Your racing heart was a reminder that this was all very much real.

You didn’t know where this confidence came from but you were glad that you had acted on it.

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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don't mind me i'm just thinking about how Eddie Munson would SO pretend to be someone you know if you come up to him in a store or so and whisper to him how this guy has been creeping you out for ages 'n he would take to his role so well 😭 i need to shift dimensions I need to be with this guy

i'd commit unspeakable horrors to be his girlfriend

You almost feel bad practically tackling the man from behind. All he was doing was grabbing a can of soup off of the shelf, and you made him your impromptu best friend.

He lurches forward at the contact, and turns to look at you with fire in his eyes. You're absolutely certain he's going to scold you, but he sizes you up at his eyes soften slightly. He raises one eyebrow, a silent 'what the fuck do you want?' and you ramble breathlessly.

"Please pretend you're my friend," You whisper, the squeaky wheels of the cart you're dreading the owner of coming towards you down the aisle, "He's following me and I don't know what to do."

He doesn't even blink. His face doesn't shift in the slightest, and for a quick moment you're unsure whether he heard you at all. But his arm curls around your own, and he spins you to face the soups.

"-so I was thinking chicken and stars, but R2-D2 absolutely kills as a noodle," He drawls, ringed fingers gesturing vaguely at each can that he names, "'S whatever you want, babe."

You hear your supermarket stalker's wheels squeak to a stop at the end of the aisle, and you don't dare turn to see his face. You'd prefer never to see it again, a reminder of the lewd comment he'd made in the produce section about melons.

"Star Wars," You decide, plucking the can off of the shelf and handing it to him, "Uh, thank you."

"Now we need," He squints at his list, tongue poking out of his mouth and sticking to his upper lip, "Ritz crackers, and chicken for tomorrow night."

He mimes looking for the crackers, noticing the man standing at the end of the aisle, waiting.

"Oh, sorry," He lifts the back wheels of the cart with the handle, scooting it sideways so that the man can pass, though you both know he doesn't want to, "Were we in your way? Go ahead, we're gonna be here for a while."

The man stares at you, you can feel it. But your new best friend sets a hand gently, politely on the small of your back, leading you around him and sandwiching you between the aisle and him. He holds the list out in front of you, "Babe, can you tell what that says? Can't even read my own writing," He laughs good-naturedly, "I think it says 'blueberries'?"

"Or blub errands," You try deciphering his messy scrawl, weight lifting from your shoulders as the man finally decides to move, crossing your path and bumping the wheel of your new cart as he does.

"Definitely blub errands," The boy beside you snickers, glancing at the reflective panel of the aisle beside him to watch for when the man finally turns a corner, "Some nice improv, babe."

You're not sure why he's still using the nickname, the man is out of earshot. But you're too relieved to care, physically relaxing as your shoulders slump.

"Oh my god," You let out a much bigger breath than you intend to, almost dizzying yourself, "Thank you so much. I just- he was always there and I didn't know what to do! I'm sorry I almost knocked you over," You turn sheepish, eyeing his ankle that you're fairly certain he'd twisted in the meetup, "Are you okay?"

"You're fine," He waves off your apology, rolling the ankle in question with a cheeky grin, "I'm tough."

"You look it," You eye him up and down, a silver chain dangling from his belt that's almost covered by a leather jacket, "Do you have, like, a really big tattoo of a heart with a knife through it on your arm? Bonus points if it says mom."

He laughs incredulously, shrugging the shoulder of his jacket off to prove you wrong, "Uh, no, but thanks for the idea."

You let out a laugh, something that seems impossible considering how scared you just were, but one that comes naturally. The boy you'd found seems to be the type you'd go for both in and out of a life-threatening scenario, and you're starting to wonder if you'll get this lucky with any real relationships you're in.

"Well, listen," He stuffs the list in his pocket, a scrap of the paper sticking out, "I've only got a few more things. If you want, we can check out together," He motions towards the hand-held basket you're holding, "'Cause I don't think that guy's gone. I'd offer you a ride home," He reaches a hand up to scratch aimlessly at the nape of his neck, "But I drive a van, and I think me asking you to get into it would be creepier than anything that guy did."

"It's okay!" You assure him, a light laugh escaping you at his earnestness, "I'm sure I'll be fine driving home. But seriously, thank you," You smile at him, clutching the handles of your basket tighter in an effort not to hug him, "I really appreciate this."

"Anytime, babe." There's that nickname again, paired with the grin you'd seen before, "Now come walk with me, you're helping me find the blub errands."

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buckyseddie · 1 year

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too shy

pairings — eddie munson x fem!human!reader

summary — in which, she's too shy to admit what she feels, but all of that goes out the window when her best friend blurts it all out to the one person she didn't want to ever know.

warnings — lots of angst, reader's insecurities and really bad low self-esteem, lot of fluff because i'm in denial of volume two (spoiler free!), reader’s friend and eddie are good friends, mentions of reader’s trauma and unhealthy coping mechanisms from the way her parents raised her, longing gazes between eddie and reader, teasing!eddie, rain kisses, tension, love confessions, reader trying to run from her problems

word count — 2.9k.

notes — hi, i did have this really great idea for an eddie fic, but it was taking too long. and if i'm being honest, i just really didn't have the motivation to get it done. so, here's this instead! gif and divider creds to owner!

p.s., feedback is very much encouraged and appreciated <3.

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THERE WERE MANY TIMES THAT her best friend had truly brought her to almost hate her.

things like ditching her for a boy, or lying about her plans to her, were some of those types of situations that made her mad at her.

but, this time? well, those times couldn't dare compare to what she did now.

"come on, [y/n]! it was an accident! i didn't mean to say it," her best friend pauses as she watches her annoyed friend pace about in a repetitive way in front of her own bed.

she scoffs, turning to face her in both bewilderment and frustration.

"a—are you actually kidding me right now?" she questions in a irritated tone of voice as she abruptly turns to face her now.

[y/f/n] stutters nervously, already feeling guilty for not being able to keep her mouth shut for once in her life.

"i—i'm sorry! i didn't mean to!" she mumbles, her eyes now downcast to the floor.

with a guilty sigh, [y/n] crosses her arms over her chest, realizing that she can't put all of the blame on her.

so what if she blurted out how her best friend feels about the well-known freak of the town she's grown up in her entire life? — though, she obviously doesn't see him like that.

he'd probably have found out some other time, eventually.

deep down, she knows it.

"i'm sorry." she whispers, though her best friend hears it quite clearly.

[y/f/n] looks taken aback by her best friend's response.

[y/n] shrugs, knowing the reason why her friend is so shocked — she's not the type of person that gives up so easily when it comes to being right.

and look, i know that sounds bad. and trust me, she knows this.

she also grew up with parents who not only fought all the time, but would also put so much pressure on her to be perfect.

needless to say, she has her own flaws of herself that she wishes so much she could change.

"look, i can't put all of the blame on you," she explains further-more, trying to forget about how upset she is about this situation. "he would've probably figured it out, sooner or later."

though, she's obviously forgiven her for her mistake, that doesn't erase the new situation that is very much real.

i mean, eddie knows about her feelings for him. what is she supposed to do with that?

and even more stressful, how is she supposed to react when he confronts her?

[y/f/n] sighs, quickly motioning for her friend to sit down on the bed with her.

with a sigh of defeat, she wordlessly nods as she sits beside her on the edge of the bed.

"i know you're scared. but, i promise you everything's going to be fine." [y/f/n] murmurs as she places a hand over her arm in a comforting gesture.

"what if he confronts me? what am i supposed to do? i don't want to ruin our friendship." [y/n] whispers in a shaky voice, tears clouding her eyes at the thought of everything ending badly.

with another sigh, her friend nods in understanding.

"i know it's scary. but, i have no doubt that he feels the same." she tells her, despite knowing that nothing will change [y/n]'s mind until she gets the answer straight from eddie.

scoffing, she turns to face her best friend incredulously. "how could you think that he feels the same about me?"

[y/f/n] goes to sigh in defeat, but an abrupt and rhythmic knock interrupts her from doing so.

both of the girls' eyes snap over to the doorway to see a familiar young man's messily wavy hair and deep, puppy-dog brown eyes of eddie munson.

his left hand is enclosed into a soft fist, paused in the mid air, and near the wall that he had knocked on just mere seconds ago.

[y/n]'s breath catches in her throat as eddie's eyes meet hers from across the room.

it's almost as if it's just them and the entire world — the universe — has just fallen away. as if it's only them that exist now.

clearing her throat in an awkward form, [y/f/n] begins to feel like a third wheel as she watches the two looking at each with only love and adoration.

she then rolls her eyes at the idiocy of the situation; [y/n] thinking that he doesn't return her feelings, even when he's looking at her now like she's his entire life and world.

after another moment of clearing her throat, both eddie and [y/n] snap out of their dazes as [y/f/n] starts to wonder if this is her cue to leave the room and give them some time alone.

though, before she can come up with an answer, eddie speaks up, after realizing that [y/n] hasn't said anything else, "i wanted to see if we could talk — about what happened."

her eyes widen in shock, her bottom lip trembling — just slightly — in a nervous sense.

"o—oh." she says softly in barely a whisper.

as he nods slowly, [y/n]'s heart flutters from how he's looking at her.

mentally groaning, her friend clears her throat rather loudly, before pointing towards the door.

"i think i'm going to head out and see you later, guys."

the young woman's eyes widen in surprise and panic, opening her mouth to object and force her best friend into staying in the room to avoid having to have the 'talk' eddie is quite dead-set on having.

but, before she quite can get anything out, eddie shares a look with [y/f/n] and nods at her in appreciation. "thanks, man."

though, instead of interrupting in this moment, when she could've had the chance, she cringes at the way he calls her best friend 'man'.

but, [y/f/n] only laughs, waving him off with her own platonic pet-name for him, "no problem, dude."

[y/n] furrows her brows together in confusion, having completely forgotten eddie's and her friend's familiar antics.

"now, i'm gonna get out of here before things get sappy!" she says in a teasing tone of voice as she walks over to the door.

as eddie moves further into the room, [y/f/n] slowly shuts the door behind him, leaving the pair completely alone.

"so... you w—wanted to talk?" she stutters after a moment of silence, hoping to god that she doesn't spill anything.

but, then again, he already knows almost everything, thanks to her blabbering-mouth-of-a-best-friend.

"maybe... how about what happened the other day?" he asks casually, trying to not seem like it's not such a big deal, even though it kinda is.

"i—" she stutters, before closing her mouth abruptly, immediately deciding that she can't mess up if she stays quiet.

with a sigh, he walks over to her and sits beside her on the edge of her bed.

as she fidgets quite nervously and her breath hitches in her throat at the closeness of their bodies, eddie plays with his metal rings around his fingers in his own version of nervousness.

but, as no one speaks for far too long — in eddie's opinion, at least — eddie takes in a deep breath, trying to grow some confidence.

"c'mon, i get it — who wouldn't like me?" he says cockily, his charming smile on his lips masking his true emotions that he's feeling.

although, [y/n] doesn't react in any way that suggests that she thinks that statement is funny.

maybe if they were in a less stressful situation, she would've probably laughed and made her own masked joke — she had to make it seem like everything he said to her didn't leave her flustered and nervous.

all she really does is take in a sharp breath, her heartbeat going up at a faster pace as her nervous thoughts grow much more panicked.

seeing that his joke does nothing to make either of them feel less awkward and stressed-out, eddie sighs in defeat.

"c'mon. you can talk to me, i—" he starts to say in a gentle tone, despite becoming much more stressed-out and nervous as every moment passes.

"—it's true." she whispers, quickly cutting off what it was that he was about to say to her. tears quickly cloud her vision as she begins to lay her head against her hands that are sitting against her knees, in order to avoid his gaze after admitting the truth.

this time, eddie's the one that's breathless as a choked breath leaves his lips.

although [y/f/n] had blurted it out to him when he had been complaining to her about never having any chances with anyone, he hadn't let himself believe it for even one second.

just like [y/n], he wouldn't let himself believe it until he heard it from his best friend himself. and this moment proves just that [y/f/n] was right.

eddie takes in another anxious breath as [y/n] continues to stay quiet in her current position of hiding her face from him behind her hands.

"sweetheart, why didn't you tell me, yourself?" he asks in an even gentler tone of voice than he had done just minutes ago.

though, she doesn't even bother to reply. how could she?

it was one thing for her best friend to blurt it out. but, for [y/n] herself to actually confirm it, changes everything — it makes it real.

and that means she can't ever take it back. especially, if he breaks her heart by rejecting her.

[y/n]'s breath catches in her throat and her heart nearly stops when she feels one of his warm hands gently grasp one of her wrists.

"talk to me. please."

after hearing the desperate tone in his voice, she hesitantly takes her head away from her hands and looks up at him nervously. she lets him take her hand to lie on one of his legs as he connects their hands together.

"eddie... i—i don't want this to change anything. you and our friendship means the world to me." she stutters, more tears surfacing to her eyes again.

though, this time, they actually spill to her cheeks — something that eddie realizes immediately.

"hey. it's okay," he murmurs softly as he lightly wipes away the tears coating her cheeks. "we can talk about this. nothing's going to change for the worst — i promise."

with another shaky breath and catching his kind and honest eyes, she nods.

eddie begins to rub gentle circles around her hand to provide her with more comfort as she tries to think of what to say next.

"it's... " she starts off, but then cuts herself off again as the anxiety swirling around in her gut overwhelms her, once again.

"'s okay, take your time." he says gently, his voice coming out a little raspy and not being one bit irritated or impatient, despite the fact that thinking about whether she truly cares about him — like he does — is stressing him out immensely.

[y/n] anxiously squeezes his hand in hers, before trying again, "it is true. i... i do have feelings for you — everything that [y/f/n] said was true."

"it is?" eddie asks in shock, still not quite believing her, even as she silently nods.

there’s another long moment of silence, both of the adults trying to think of what to say next.

though, before either of them can find the words to sort this situation out, [y/n] suddenly stands up from her place on the bed, impulsively walking over to the door and out into the hall.

[y—y/n]?” eddie stammers, not having had expected her to go down this path of running away from her problems, even if it is something she’s very good at doing.

when she doesn’t come back or give off any type of response, eddie jumps up in worry of what she might do, in order to avoid him. “[y/n]!” he yells, before racing out of the room and quickly following after her, until they’re both walking through the pattering rain and the chilly air.

“don’t run away from this!” he yells after her, this statement causing her to stop abruptly.

as she stands frozen in place, eddie takes the opportunity to get closer to her, until he’s just a few feet away from her.

“you can’t just run away from your problems when they get too hard!” he yells over the loud rain, so that she can hear him clearly.

though, even through the rain and winds that are picking up by every second, she would’ve still heard him — she hears him clearly now.

frustration and just a little bit of anger hits her as she suddenly turns around, irritation flashing in her eyes. she doesn’t even react to how close he is to her now — she’s only focused on giving him a piece of her mind.

because how could he say that when he knows why she does it? i mean, he knows more than anyone else that the reason that she pushes people away and avoids her problems is because at least that way, she can’t get hurt.

eddie’s breath catches in his throat when he notices that he set her off in the wrong way.

“are you kidding, right now? eddie, how can you say that to me?” she questions him in a trembling tone of voice, tears beginning to mix with the raindrops that are now drenching the both of them.

he stutters, but she interrupts him before he can say anything, “you know why i run from everything! you’re my best friend, and you should know not to hold that against me!” she exclaims, more tears filling her eyes, once more.

“wait,” he stammers once more, flinching when he notices the betrayed look displayed in her eyes. “i—i didn’t mean it like that. i swear!”

she decides to bite her tongue after hearing him speak.

there’s always been moments where he’d irritate her to no end — let’s be honest, we all have those times where the ones we love the most can annoy us. every friendship is like this.

but, with them, it’s different. god knows, they’re more than just friends.

out of all the things that eddie has done that was beyond frustrating, it was always his cluelessness and obliviousness that had her annoyed the most — it had been so frustrating that despite how obvious she was about her feelings, he still didn’t understand the truth.

even in this moment — even with how angry she felt at him — she bites down the words she so impulsively wants to say.

“what did you mean, then?” she questions, her voice still bitter as the cold rain begins to take its toll on her, causing her teeth to chatter.

noticing this, eddie stops. “m—maybe we should continue this conversation inside.”

despite how freezing she is, she’s a stubborn girl. “no. we’re going to stay out here until we’ve finished talking this out.” she states, ignoring the obvious concern that her best friend has for her well-being.

he scoffs, running his wet hands through his soaking wet curls. “[y/n], it’s fucking raining outside! have you not noticed that?”

it’s her turn to scoff as she rolls her eyes at his idiotic plan to get her back inside. “yes, eddie, i have noticed. but, you are the one that doesn’t wanna let go of my obvious feelings. so, let’s get this over with, then!”

a dark look takes over his face when he realizes how stubborn she’s going to be about this.

“fine.” he grumbles angrily, though it’s not at her.

as an idea hits him, a smirk takes over the current frown on his lips.

“why are you—” [y/n] begins to ask shakily as the cold weather begins to start to take its toll on her. though, she doesn’t have the chance to finish asking her question.

she watches him closely, completely cutting herself off as she eyes him warily after noticing him stepping even closer to her and entering her personal space.

“why do you have to be so stubborn, sweetheart?” he mumbles, one of his hands coming up to her face and tucking her stray hair behind her ear as he stares at her with a soft glint in his eyes.

“eddie? w—what’re you doing?” she stammers as her teeth begins to chatter against each other.

the look in his eyes both warms her heart and scares her. how could he not have known of the effect he has on her?

before she can say anything else, he places his hands around her neck and gently pulls her towards him until their lips are connected.

[y/n] gasps in shock, before she eventually melts into him and the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and pushing him closer to her.

when they break away, they both gasp for breath, foreheads now resting against each other.

“whoa,” she whispers, still very much in shock of what just happened.

eddie breathlessly chuckles, closing his eyes for a split second before opening them once again.

“let’s go back inside, yeah? i don’t want you to get sick.” he murmurs seriously as he cups her face with that same soft look in his eyes.

she giggles, nodding in agreement as she tries to ignore the way that her heart flutters at the concern in his voice.

as they pull away from each other, eddie’s hands drop from her face to intertwine one of their hands together. he lifts their hands up together and rubs small circles on her hand.

“we’re gonna be fine, y’know?”

with a small sigh, she frowns, not sure on whether to be believe him or not, but nods anyways.

and with that, they both begin to walk back inside, happy to know that something positive came out of all of this.

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hii :)) could you write fluff where the reader (gn!reader or male!reader) is goth and wants to do eddie’s makeup and he’s so excited :D

thank you sm <33

i did it as gn!reader so i hope that's alright!

“Oh my god.” You mumble as the felt tip eyeliner smudges once again. You’d been trying to perfect this eye look for the past hour, but your hands refuse to cooperate.

“You need to relax. The more you stress about it, the more you’ll mess up.” Eddie chimes in from his seat on your bed. You glare up at him from the floor in front of your mirror.

“I just can’t reach properly. I need to practice some other way…” You think for a second before turning to Eddie.

One thing about your boyfriend is he’s always knows what you’re thinking.

“Sure!” He eagerly hops off the bed before you can even ask, sitting in front of you.

“Are you sure you don’t mind. My eye looks can get pretty intense.” You gesture to the many palettes of dark neutrals in front of you.

“It’ll be fun! Plus it’s super metal to wear this stuff.” He grins and your heart melts a little.

“Alright then babe.” You smile as you rub some eyeshadow primer onto his eyelids. He’s clearing enjoying it as he spins one of your brushes around in his hands to keep busy.

You start to blend out the black eyeshadow, starting from underneath his lower lashes and extending it around to the side into a wing. He’s incredibly patient as you mumble and curse in an attempt to get the shape just right.

After a while, you climb into his lap to get as close as possible. He rests his hands on your thighs, gently rubbing up and down to keep you calm. You grab your eyeliner and begin to draw a rather large wing on the corner of his eye. You manage to hold your excitement in as you blend in more black eyeshadow and finish it off with a touch of your white highlight in the inner corner.

“It looks so good!” You squeal as he opens his eye and peers into the mirror.

“Wow baby…you figured it out!” He smiles proudly at you. You return the smile with a soft kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Now I just have to do the other eye.”

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indouloureux · 2 years

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the freakshow

eddie munson x reader

summary: your heart dances on the edge of the knife when it comes to the infamous eddie munson. but the freak loves to play with knives at the freakshow, and he’s got you kneeling before him with his initials carved into your skin, bleeding down to his feet.

word count: 5, 962

warnings: Smut (MINORS DNI), usage of knives. graphic depictions of carving on to the skin. blood, violence, PROCEED WITH CAUTION. (explicit warnings below the cut)

a/n: another eddie smut. i was in the middle of writing a folklore one shot for mcu peter and i was eager to write this one. this includes knife play so please proceed with caution.

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explicit warnings: unprotected sex, oral (m and f receiving), knife play (carving names on their skin), creampie, lotus sex position, cockwarming, overstimulation, squirting, cum eating, blood sucking? (promise its not creepy), praise kink and degradation kink, dom/sub dynamics w dom!eddie, biting, tongue fucking, rough sex

Green, orange, red, white, black.

Freakish colors that juxtaposes the colors on your paper. You don’t know what you’re absentmindedly sketching, you hadn’t even realized your hands had begun constructing—

You tilt your head to the side, looking down and leaning closer.

— A cute little flower with green and orange petals, but apparently it also has red horns and a black tail right at the bottom of the strangely white stem.

Oh, and it looks like its dying.

The cafeteria is loud, you’ve barely touched your lunch, and your friends are talking loudly beside you. Very loudly, in fact, that you feel like your ears are going to explode and drip blood down to the side of your face. Agitated, you drop the pencils down the table, the clatter overwhelmed by vacuous parleys and childish shouting from food staining their clothes.

“Hey,” Chrissy Cunningham moves closer to you. Her hair’s no longer up in a tight ponytail, opted on a less compressed hairstyle that’s been giving her headaches lately. “You alright?”

You smooth your skirt with your palms, feeling the sweat transfer on the textile. “Yeah,” you swallow nothing. “It’s just really loud.”

“Need some fresh air?”

You’re about to answer her question, yes, you were going to say, yes, please, before I slam my head against this table. But the voice you’ve heard in so many timbres adjourns you, vocalizing loudly behind the cafeteria that it has you turning around.

Eddie’s got his feet on top of the table, walking over his friend’s lunches. He’s saying whatever; he’s saying things Eddie would say, because he is Eddie. He’s got his hands raised to balance himself on the decrepit tables, before he jumps off to scare a poor old teacher away.

That’s something Eddie would do.

And then he looks at you and suddenly you don’t want to slam your head against the table anymore, nor do your ears feel like they’re going to explode. Because you meet his eyes that are almost always on you – the same eyes that you can sense when he’s bored, or curious, or searching, or rapacious to tear the curtains between the audience and the freaks.

They’re also the same eyes that knows exactly who you are. They’ve got you memorized, every inch of your imperfectly pretty body, or what opens the faucet that leaks tears, or which performance made you smile the most; Wild eyes that memorized your labyrinthine self that anyone else couldn’t.

Your labyrinthine self, known only by Eddie – a rumored cult leader. He’s only the leader of Hellfire Club, anyway. But that does nothing to wipe the stain he’s put on his image, so if everyone else sees Eddie adding blemish to your reputation, or you to his, your picture might as well be burned to ashes.

He tells you it’ll spark havoc, that you’ll be seen in the same way as him. You try so hard to tell him you don’t care. However, keeping things secret is so dangerously fun – an impious part of you the public believes is vain proved covertly by Eddie was a knowledge that’s thrilling enough to keep to yourself.

You see Eddie’s throat bob, and he ever so subtly smiles at you, because you know damn well seeing the freak smile at one of the most precious cheerleaders of Hawkins would be the most controversial of them all (it’s exaggerated, you and Eddie both know, but teenagers exaggerate everything, even though he’s twenty).

He suddenly then falls forward to the ground, almost hitting a passerby. For a brief moment your eyes widen in surprise, but see that no one was there to trip him, mainly it being for show just for you. Your heart eases, smiles at the boy who’s taking imaginary dust off his shaggy hair.

“(y/n),” Chrissy ducks her head down, gaining your attention. You forgot what she’s said, cheeks burning in discomfiture. “Do you need some fresh air?” she repeats.

Unable to answer, you nod instead, because you smile when you see the grin on Eddie’s face as he goes back to sitting down with his friends, knowing he’s succeeded once more to put a smile on your face.

He takes your exit as a sign to take his, too. You walk away until you reach the forests across the fences, holding your skirt down your thighs from the fresh breeze. When you spot the same bench you and Eddie normally hang out in at free periods, you sit there with a heavy sigh.

You name the rustling behind you as Eddie. You raise your head to see him, leather jacket and a sleeveless denim to cover his contentious shirt. He smiles at you, practically tossing his black lunchbox on the wooden table.

“Well, hello there,” he says this in a way that he’s almost singing it. Eddie sits in front of you and places his elbows on the table before resting his chin between his palms. “What are you doing here?”

“Just getting some fresh air,” you mimic his position with a greeting smile. “It smells like barf and mixed soft drinks inside there.”

“What, you don’t like mixed sodas?”

“Haven’t tried it,”

He gasps, anthemic that he almost falls to the ground. “Really?” Eddie queries in disbelief, picking a lone lint off your hair. You try not to shiver at his simple act. “Are you that compliant that you don’t try out different sodas at the same time?”

You snort. “I’m not that docile.”

“How come you’ve never tried it then?” Eddie smushes his lips on his palm, bent awkwardly but he still manages to talk to you while looking scruffily charming.

Taking the jersey off your arms, you shrug. “No one took me out to try it yet.”

“Well you, m’lady,” Eddie opens his lunchbox, the cover clanging loudly on the wooden table before he takes out a pack of cigarettes. You make an excited sound, taking one from him, “are missing out.”

He lights the cigarette from you. The lighter he uses is the same one you bought for him after dropping it down the sewers one time, one where he’s surprisingly fine about even though he’s had it for years. “They’re just sodas, Eds. Not water. I won’t die if I don’t try them.”

“But you should,” he says after lighting his own. “They taste, I don’t know, funky? I can’t explain it. The aftertaste’s kinda shit, though, I’ll tell you that.”

Your lipstick stains the tipping paper, disparities the red wax brazenly. And while the smoke mingles with the air, you toy with the coffin nail nervously. Eddie, like earlier, senses your disquiet. He walks over to where you are before he wraps an arm around your shoulders, gently tugging you closer to him. You let him even though the possibility of being caught was now 73%.

“Something’s keeping you on edge since this morning,” he murmurs. He fights the urge to press a kiss on your hairline, instead occupies his twitching mouth with a cigarette. “I know you think I noticed at lunch, but we got morning classes together and I know when you’re nervous.”

“It’s nothing, Eds,”

“No it’s not,” he pushes your hair out of your face until he’s cupping the back of your head to look at him, stroking the skin behind your ear. “What is it, sweetheart, tell me?”

Yesterday’s expedition clouds your mind – in Eddie’s car, splayed out in the back with your hand gripping the back of your thighs as Eddie drives his cock in deeper, and even after cumming inside you he pushes his fingers in your sensitive hole and bullies your clit until you gush out on his shirt and his face and maybe even your own, without realizing that one of the Hawkins basketball players passed by.

“I think Patrick McKinney saw us yesterday,” you tell him. “He- I don’t know, Eddie. He passed by. I don’t think he saw us but I think he heard us? I mean, not that I care. It’s just that, I think maybe I care a little because he might have caught us having sex? He saw me naked and saw you naked and he might have seen the-the thing—”

“Hey,” he stops you by placing a hand over your mouth, laughing a little. “You gotta relax. My windows are tinted, babe. He didn’t see us, and if he heard us, he probably just assumed I was with another girl.”

The image of Eddie with someone else has you shifting uncomfortably between two feet, eventually scoffing and taking a hit. “If you think saying that is helping, Eddie—”

He laughs again, like music to your ears. “I’m sorry, babe,” Eddie kisses your temple, a mitigating action that shoves your worries away. “All I’m saying is that he didn’t catch us, okay? We’re fine.”

You pick on the loose thread of his shirt, twirling it around your finger. Then you pull it, a loud snap followed by shy silence. “‘s being a dungeon master give you senses?” you look up at him, resting your chin on his shoulder. Eddie’s hair tickles your nose, and you swear you smell a hint of your conditioner in there. “You always know when I’m upset.”

“Boyfriend senses, yeah, they’re my special senses,” he taps his temple, looking at you with a small smile. “They’re a must have. A really great superpower. Means I can make you smile whenever you need to.”

Pouting, you nestle your head on his chest. “Nah, I think you’re just stalking me. Always following me whenever I go, staring like a creep.”

Eddie’s freakishly warm. And albeit his veneer says otherwise, he smells decent, too – laundry detergent, cigarettes, and the smell of his club room that you can’t explain (you think it’s cardboard?). Your joke earns you a slight push, and a shy laugh, before you’re right back in his arms, tighter than before.

“Not my fault, you freak,” you simultaneously take a hit, something you try to hide your laugh about. Eddie teasingly blows it at your face. “Walking around with that short little skirt of yours—”

—The hand on your shoulder caresses your back until it starts tracing the waistline of your skirt. His finger draws back and forth, occasionally untucking your shirt until he feels your skin. Eddie’s stroking finger tickles, until it ultimately slips inside the garter of your skirt, teasing the waistband of your underwear.—

“—swaying your hips like you’re still dancing, knowing those prepubescent virgins and dirty boys are watching you,” Eddie whispers in your ear. “Knowing I’m watching you. And you just love teasing me, don’t you?”

You playfully bump your hip with his. “What are you talking about?”

“You know what I mean,” he takes both your cigarettes and throws it to the ground, stomping it impatiently before he’s got his hands around your waist, groveling beneath your shirt to palm your skin. “You don’t have to play coy, baby.”

Eddie kisses you, fervent and avidly. His hands roam everywhere, handsy with each caress, rings cold against your skin that you shiver beneath him as you run your hands up his unshorn hair, pushing his bangs away from his forehead. And while his tongue casually slips in between your open mouths, he cups your ass, quite roughly.

Gasping, you break away. “Eddie,” you chuckle nervously. “Someone could come! Lunch ends in five minutes.”

“Yeah, I know,” he steals a kiss, one or two, with heavy exhales and hands gentle on your cheeks. “But I know you hate your next class and so do I,”

“We share that class and you only hate it,” he can’t stop kissing you in between words. Eddie kisses the tip of your nose before going back to kiss your cheeks, and your neck, your jawline. “Eds, we’re going to miss class,”

He sucks on your neck, right on the slope between your jawline and shoulder. The urticate sensation renders you a whimper, before you feel his hot tongue caress the result of his ambush. “Then let’s skip it,” Eddie suggests, repeating each suckle on every part of your neck. “I got the keys to the room of the club. We can – we can go there and do whatever we want.”

Answer interrupted by a hungry kiss, you bite on his bottom lip, clawing desperately on his shirt. Eddie grunts, smiling against your swollen lips. “Anything?” you whisper. “Even – even if it’s dangerous?”

“You know I love doing anything dangerous, sweets,” he scrunches his nose at you. “Which is why I love doing you,”

In less than ten minutes were you both able to venture on to the Hellfire Club room. His feet were quick – fast enough to form you both invisible to wandering teachers. Eddie’s hand never left yours, a tight grip that tells you not to let go or else you’ll get caught. And that same, riveting sensation pounds through you – breaking the rules for the man who loved to break you. It’s wildly injudicious, but it fills your sybaritic grail.

Eddie fumbles with the keys before he’s got the room opened. You’re greeted by tall cardboard effigies that intensify the aura of the Hellfire Club, cutouts of certain DnD creatures held up by stolen scaffolding. It’s gloomy, eerily fun to be surrounded by drawn mythical brutes, and it welcomes you in the same way Eddie did.

“Welcome, to the dungeon,” he opens the door and steps aside to let you in, a hovering hand behind you while his eyes scan for any bystander. Eddie closes the door once you step in, the faint lock tickles your ear in the right way.

Then he’s back to kissing you. You push his jackets away, feel your back dig on the edge of the table that he keeps pushing you on from how eager he is. His open mouthed kisses are hot, hungry for the taste of you, prodding his tongue in to search for more flavors. You feel the denim of his jeans, tugging on the cold chain and slip your nails between the pits, until you reach behind to slip your fingers in his pockets.

Eddie cups your face, digs his rings on your skin. He tilts your head to the side to embark deeper, exhaling into your mouth. “Baby,” he murmurs when you clutch his ass. “Easy there,”

“I want to – I wanna try something new,” you smile against him.

Usually, Eddie’s always the one who asks to try something new with you – being the person he is who’s got more kinks and experience, diving deeper into expeditions so risqué no one else can fathom. And he’s the one who dilapidated your chastity, where he’s thankful for your trust being bestowed upon him; he’s gradually introducing new idiosyncrasies to make your sex life more…fun and adventurous.

So when you’re the first to ask, it takes him aback. But Eddie doesn’t complain because he loved being surprised by you. “Yeah sure, what is it?”

You take the pocket knife from his pocket, breaking the kiss away to place the armament in the space between your faces. Eddie’s smile fades a little into confusion, chuckling. He takes it from your hand.

“I want you,” with a hand on his shoulder, you raise your leg to rest on his hip, curling it around him to let your heel push his crotch closer to yours. Your unoccupied hand delineate his neck, reaching up to abrade his scalp. You give him a gentle nip at his earlobe, one that makes your boyfriend moan quietly, his other hand under your shirt, “to fuck me with the handle of your knife.”

“Jesus, baby,” he breathes out. “That’s dangerous,”

“But I thought you love doing anything dangerous?”

“Yeah I know,” he presses a small kiss on your cheek, grinding his erect crotch on yours. It’s hard enough that it massages your clit right through the thin fabric of your underwear. “But this is a knife baby. God, even I imagine doing things to you with this, but I don’t want to fucking hurt you.”

“Tell me, then,” you palm him through his jeans, scrape the on the hard-on. “What you want to do with me.”

Eddie tugs on your hair, continues sucking on your neck like he wants to drink your blood. You moan when he does so, the pain ricocheting down your throbbing cunt as he says, “Maybe I’d do what you want, fuck you with the handle, then I’d – I’d carve my initials on your thigh, so it’ll scar there forever and I’d let those insubstantial little shits know you’re mine. I’ll suck the blood on it, too, then finger your pussy raw until you squirt all over me again.”

He grinds the closed pocket knife on your pussy, making you even wetter than earlier. “Then I’d let you carve yours on my thigh, I’d let you do whatever you want with it. God, then you’d fucking suck me off like the good little whore you are – on your knees, crying and begging for me to fuck your face while your blood drips down the floor. Then I’d fuck you so good you can’t dance for the pep rally next week, baby.”

“Then do it,” you whine, grinding harder on his knife. “Come on, Eddie. Baby, please.”

“You sure I won’t hurt you?”

“Remember when they dropped me during practice, and I fell on my foot and I broke my ankle?” he nods, head nestling into the crook of your neck to place tormenting hickies on your neck. “Have you seen me cry? I was laughing, Eddie. It didn’t hurt at all, even when they popped my ankle right into place.”

He pulls away, cupping your face and squishing your cheeks together, because Eddie thinks you look cute like that. “You cried a bit when they snapped in place, though.”

“Yeah, but it didn’t hurt,” you giggle. “Please, babe?”

“Alright,” he kisses you once more. “Tell me to stop, okay? Three taps where?”

“On your cheek. Hard.”

“That’s right,”

You’re kissing again, his hands roaming to discard your jacket to the ground where you’d thrown his. He pulls back to pull his shirt away, and you copy him, removing your skirt with and placing it on the table behind you. When you’re left in your bra, Eddie pulls back to stare at them, goggling stupidly.

“Eds,” you push his face away, palm right on his nose. “Stop staring at my boobs like an infant.”

“Yeah yeah,” he shakes his head. Eddie’s lips lather themselves on your exposed skin, sucking on your upper breasts. He flips his knife open, the tip of the knife tracing your arm first.

It’s small, but it’s sharp enough to leave a red scratch, or dangerously penetrate your skin. The steel alloy shines from the light at the back of the room, mercurially glistening all its dauntless silver prowess. The feeling is cold, as cold as Eddie’s rings, as they trail up to the strap on your left shoulder.

Your wild, lust-driven eyes has him foible, knees buckling from how they still look innocent even as you’re about to approach an occurrence that’s so unholy. Eddie bends a little, smiling up at you. And you smile back, because he looks so pretty it’s insane.

He distracts you when he sucks hard on the valley of your breasts when his knife cuts the delicate strap. You gasp when he does so, feeling the split lace drop down to your shoulder. Eddie then guides the knife to the center, dipping the knife beneath where the spine presses on your skin, the edge pushing up to cut your bra in between.

“Shit,” he pulls the other strap down, throwing it to the ground. “Tits always so pretty, babe. Could stare at them for the rest of my life.”

The bevel of his knife rests on your thigh as Eddie takes his time to suck on your nipples. You moan, squirming when he suckles hard. He bites on the pebbled buds, treats the right tit with the same pressure. You whimper when he doesn’t stop doing this, the feeling of someone hearing excites you more than it scared you yesterday.

He breaks away when he’s pleased enough. Eddie kisses up to your swollen lips, unsynchronized kisses from the heavy breathing you both emit.

Eddie flips the knife so he’s holding the blade, the handle drawing down to your inner thigh. His left hand pushes your underwear to the side, handle tracing your wet cunt. You moan against his lips, eyebrows furrowing at the unusual feeling.

He teasingly penetrates your hole, chuckling when you buck your hips closer. “You want me to push it in?”

“Fuck me with it,” you groan. “C’mon, baby. Do it,”

And he does. He slowly pushes the handle in, the shape uncomfortable, but makes you feel half-full. The cold steel makes you buck your hips a bit, makes Eddie stay still as he waits for you to become comfortable. “You alright, sweetheart?”

You nod. “Yeah,” Eddie kneels to press a kiss on your navel. “Fuck me now, please.”

“Alright, baby,” he kisses your inner thigh, a mark where he’s going to carve his initials later. Eddie begins to thrust it in your squelching cunt, the sound better than all the metal that blasts his ears to deafness. The ridges press on your walls, every thrust melts your un-comfort into a grotty bliss.

The other hand rubs figure-eight on your clit, switches between hard pressures and a feather-light touch. It drives you insane because he’s not using his tongue, instead lets it lick his famished mouth. You throw your head back, knees buckling from the lack of leverage. Your hands leave the table to run through Eddie’s wild curls, tugging in a way that makes him moan.

“Fuck, Eddie,”

“Yeah, you like that?” he bites on your thigh, spreads them apart by placing the left leg on his shoulder. “Filthy girl. Hawkins precious cheerleader’s into knives? Letting their precious freak fuck her greedy pussy with the handle, huh?”

You nod, pushing his head closer though he doesn’t do anything. Eddie can smell your arousal from the close proximity, thrusts the handle faster and deeper into your cunt until it stops at the flipper.

“Close,” your hand goes to his wrist, making him pull the handle out. “Want-want you to carve it, now. Then fuck me with your fingers, please.”

Eddie smiles. “You’re nice today, baby. Love your manners.” He nips at your skin. “You’re not a brat like the usual. But I do love it when you’re being demanding sometimes.”

He lifts you to sit on the table, pushing your legs apart until it can no longer move. Eddie licks the arousal off the handle before wiping it on his jeans, flipping it so he’s holding the handle again, tapping the tip on your inner thigh. You shiver in excitement.

“It’s gonna hurt, okay? Like, a lot,” he keeps on pressing kisses on the spot he’s going to use, like he thinks it would be his own anesthesia. “Are you really sure about this?”

“Yes!” you exclaim, breathing heavily. “Dude, just push it in!”

“Don’t call me dude,” he tuts. “Anything but dude.”

“Okay, freak,”

You don’t let the moan from him go unteased. Quietly gasping, you look down at him with wide eyes. Eddie shyly hides his face on your thigh, shaking his head preciously.

“You like that?”

“Don’t – No I don’t.”

“Babe, you moaned.”

“You’re gonna make fun of me,” he squints his eyes at you. “Now shut up or I’m carving a penis on your thigh.”

He taps the tip. One, two, three for good measure before he gently pushes it in. You feel the excruciating phenomenon of the knife delve minimally inside your inner thigh, the alloy lodged in between what's the skin and flesh. The pain pulsates through you like a deafening bass, maims your thigh to throb until it creates tears that sting your eyes. It’s a slim penetration, barely a centimeter in, but it splits your skin open until blood percolates. You hiss, cry quietly when Eddie begins moving.

“I got you baby,” he sits up and crashes his lips on yours, wiping your tear away. Eddie pulls away to kiss each of your cheeks, repetitively, knife moving ever so slowly to shape his name. “You alright? Does it hurt? We can stop.”

“I can handle it,” you push his shoulders down until he kneels again. Eddie’s eyes tear away from yours, flitting to the wound he’s creating on your thigh. The touch of his unoccupied hand is utterly emollient, thumb caressing your skin in hopes to numb the pain away, because his lenient strokes are nothing compared to the blade’s puncture.

He’s on his first line, and he’s got six left. When Eddie starts on the second, he coaxes you through by muttering sweet nothings against your sweating skin. The blood drips down on the table, fraternizes with the arousal you leaked earlier. He licks the blood up, the feeling of his tongue on your tongue painfully gratifying.

“Ah-…shit,” you exhale. The pain withers into nothingness, a dull adulation to Eddie’s success in relaxing you to his cuts. Putting his dexterity into use, Eddie uses his left hand to trace your hole, still leaking of arousal, and pushes it inside your swell cunt.

“Still wet, baby? Even after I cut you?” He’s on his third line, while pushing two fingers inside your cunt as he does it. You moan lowly, running a hand through his tangled hair, pushing the lone strands away from his forehead.

His fingers go fast inside you, not stopping even when you’d coated his slender fingers with your pearlescent seed. It’s gotten to the point that your pussy makes obscenely wet sounds loud enough to be heard outside the room. Eddie’s lapping up the blood that’s leaking from your thigh, finger fucks you until he’s on his last two lines.

Unstoppable fingers make you moan. His rings glim brighter than they used to, probably in need of deep washing as it is now stained with your juices. They curl inside you just in the right way, galvanizing your g-spot evermore. The puddle beneath you turns into a pretty shade of pink as your cum mingles with the dripping blood.

“Faster,”

And he obeys. With the knife moving slowly, his left moves fast – unfathomably fast – arm shaking from the exuberant libido his fingers perform. You let out a long, loud moan, until it breaks into high-pitched whines and short moans, lower abdomen burning white until you begin spurting out liquids like yesterday, gushing everywhere that it stains your wound.

Eddie pulls his lips away from your thigh and sucks on your clit, tongue lapping on your gushing juices like a cat. He pulls his fingers away, dipping his tongue inside your contracting hole before he removes it.

“Shit,” his fingers spread your labia open, “sweets, you’re all swollen. Your cum’s fucking leaking on the table. God, looks so fucking filthy.”

“You like filthy,” you pull on his hair. Eddie moves upwards, presses a harsh kiss against your lips as he finishes the letter M. “You fucking love filthy.”

He bends down and with one last suckle on your wound, the initials E.M. enrich your skin in a grotesquely exquisite mien. The corners painted with dried blood and his saliva, maybe a bit of your arousal. Eddie plants one last, chaste kiss on your wound before he comes up to kiss you.

You take the knife from him when Eddie pulls away to suck the cum off his fingers.

Pushing him away, you tug on his jeans, almost ripping it off. Eddie helps you and discards them, bringing his boxers with so now you’re both standing in front of each other with his cock erect and swell on his stomach. You push Eddie until his back hits the edge of the table, and you exuberantly kneel in front of him.

You don’t suck his cock yet – you relish the sight in front of you with a dumb slacked jaw. Eddie looks down at you, thrust his hips until his tip disappears in your mouth.

“Keep my cock warm for me, would you? While you cut me up?” he cups your face between his thumb and fingers. Eddie pulls his cock away, purses his lips before he spits in your mouth. “Keep it in your mouth like a good slut.”

Filthy benevolence driven by the ascendancy of Eddie, you suck on his cock for a while. You jerk him off with your left hand, enclosing your cheeks around his thick girth, head gagging you when it hits the back of your throat.

It draws a hearty groan from the man above you, loud and deep. It turns you on, makes you really wet that it stings worse than your cut. Eddie fucks your face before you stay pliant, and position the knife on top of his thigh.

The sight of the knife digging into skin is more grotesque than it felt. Like painting crimson on a plain canvas when his flesh cleaves open and exposes his thick fluid. The perfidious knife draws the first pattern of your initial, and Eddie hisses above you.

He thrusts deeper that your nose grazes the curls on top of his cock. You gag around him, feeling your saliva drip down your neck to your naked body, his irate head filling your throat.

Eddie’s blood smears on his opalescent skin, your initials carved smaller than his because you’re afraid of stabbing his thigh. His hand cups your cheeks, rubbing the tears away with a drunken smile.

“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” your other hand fondles with his balls. It makes Eddie throw his head back with a loud moan. “Think you can move while carving?”

You nod eagerly against his cock. You relax your jaw and begin moving your mouth around him, eyes flitting between his heavy, dazed eyes and the knife that jabs on his skin.

The initials are nearly done, bobbing your head faster. With your left hand jerking his cock and twisting, you take gradual sucks on his head to his shaft, popping away to lick his balls to his head, feeling his vein on your thick muscle before you lick his slit.

Eddie moans, meeting your bobs with yearning thrusts. He’s fucking your face like you both wanted. “Fuck, that’s it baby. So good. Doing so fucking good. You enjoy my cock?”

He’s unpleased when you merely nod. Eddie pulls on your hair. “Answers, baby,” he demands.

“Yes,” you gasp. “I love your big fucking cock, Eddie.” You lick his tip, twisting your tongue around the helmet. “Love how big it is it can’t even fit in this fucking mouth, baby.”

He lets you go and pushes his cock deeper in your mouth. “Yeah, so fucking greedy,” Eddie grunts.

Even with your initials done, you don’t stop sucking his dick. You suck the life out of it, twitching cock heralds the forthcoming of his orgasm. You nibble at every ridge of his veins before you lick everywhere on his cock.

Placing the knife on the table behind him to pull away from his twitching dick and suck on the blood oozing on the uneven slit. You lick up every last drop of his blood, and trail your way upwards with small kisses like remedies to the painful cut. You treat his body the same way he treats yours – leaving love bites across his alabaster skin.

Eddie kisses your cheek, then your neck. “Good girl. Good, good girl, baby.”

He sits down on the table, grasping at your waist and urges you to sit on him. You grind on his hard cock, shaft wet with your saliva that now amalgamates with your arousal and cum from earlier. You both moan, stupidly loud, as Eddie helps you rest your knees on either side of his thighs on top of the table.

“You’re so beautiful,” he declares against your lips. “So, so pretty, sweetheart. Gonna ride my cock now?”

“Please,” you grip his cock tight in your burning hand, raising to position his head until you sink down.

His bare cock stretches your overstimulated pussy. Eddie’s cock buried deep inside your cunt becomes the last segment of the freakshow, your light bounces emitting skin slapping that is the invisible crowd’s applaud. Skin on skin, wound to wound does it feel heavenly to be fucked raw by his cock that you both know is yours, and your pussy warming his known to be owned by Eddie.

Blood mingled with unjust arousal banes your wounds. You wrap your arms around Eddie’s neck, nails scratching his back while his portray nipple clamps as they unbearably fondle with your breasts. You ride his cock out of its strength, pushing each bulging vein on your tight walls.

“Pussy’s so fucking tight,” he laughs out, biting your shoulder. “Fucking snug around my cock, baby, ‘s like you were made for me,”

And you were. You apprentice on every crime; on every pornographic show. Immodesty fulfilled by the blood spilt on the table that fuses with your arousals. You bounce on him, draw up until his head’s all that’s left inside you, before you drop down on his cock again.

You scratch on his biceps with ludicrous moans. Eddie’s fingers reach down between you to rub your clit, spitting salacious words in your ear he’s sure he’d burn in hellfire for. “Look at you, doing all the work. You earned this, baby, letting me carve my name on your thigh. Because you love being owned by me, don’t you. Fuck yeah, you do.”

You grind and you bounce, a hand behind you to stabilize your back. With a hand around his neck and the other behind you on top of his knee, Eddie forms as your chair as you lean back to drive his cock deeper inside your cunt.

You feel your orgasm drive again, like roses thrown at your feet as the applauding gets louder. Eddie lets out whines and moans, smiles when you repeat the same broken, high-pitched whimpers. “I’m close, baby.”

Eddie pushes your chest to him, his right hand caressing your wound. You hug your arms around your boyfriend, grinding slowing down as he begins thrusting upwards to make up from the fucking that wore you out.

He moans out loud, face scrunched into a rhapsodic culmination.

A few thrusts left, five slams on your spot and you’re spilling all over his cock. Eddie spurts his ropes inside you, sees his head bulge on your navel. His hand guides yours to press on the head that’s seen. He thrusts upward, swallowing your moan with an open-mouthed kiss.

“Tired?” Eddie kisses the space between your eyebrows. You pant heavily, resting your cheek on his sweaty chest.

“Super,” you chuckle. “Super fucking worn out, baby.”

“Alright sweetheart,” he lifts you up, sits you down on the table. Eddie wraps your legs around his waist, and he hugs you, tightly, like he’s afraid of letting you go.

“You know, this’ll be a sexy scar,” you trace your carving on his thigh. “Really fucking hot. But I’m worried if we broke up and you meet someone knew, she’s gonna see these and she’s going to wonder who’s initials are those.”

You trace the tattoo bats on his arm. Eddie presses a kiss on your hairline, running a hand through your damp hair. “We’re not gonna break up. I love you too much.”

“I love you, too.”

“And if we do, I’ll just tattoo a penis over this one with like, bats around it.”

It earns him a smack on the chest.

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Built in "Pilwos"

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Day 15 - Making sure to be quiet when they fall asleep

Dad!Eddie Munson x AFAB!Reader

Warnings - Mentions of manipulation and coercion

Word Count - 0.7k

Delilah was a notorious chest sleeper. Anytime she saw you or Eddie lounging, she was pouncing on one of you and crashed right on your chest.

She even calls your boobs, “Built-in pilwos” which is adorable in its own right. However, the only downfall to having your little one want to sleep on your chest is the inevitable jealousy of her father.

Eddie was not a fan of his daughter stealing his spot. He tried to work with her on the subject multiple times, pulling the “I’ve know your mother longer” card. You didn’t even have to scold Eddie for using such unfair tactics because Delilah was on it.

Her quick wits usually beat out Eddie's before he could even make it to the starting line. She would even cross her arms and puff out her lips to really sell her point. He would give up due to easily being frustrated, usually mutter something like, "I raised her too well." as he walked away in defeat.

“She will not let up! I don’t even know who taught her manipulation tactics!” He whined.

“You did! From day one you were teaching her how to get her way.” You giggled at his scrunched up face.

“I wasn’t teaching her to manipulate people, I was teaching her how to survive. It’s a cutthroat world, and I don’t want my daughter living in it without knowing how to work the system.”

But those few times Delilah chose her dad's chest instead of yours, he would eat every second of it up. You would just roll your eyes, not really doing a good job at hiding your jealousy. He would stick his tongue out at you when you would flip him off, both of you making sure to keep quiet as to not disturb the little girl.

Pretty much everytime Delilah chose Eddie, he was asleep not long after she was. The whole thing was kind of incredible.

He could go days without sleeping thanks to past trauma, but as soon as D laid on his chest, he was out like a light. It was actually kind of adorable. The effect your daughter had on Ed was undeniable.

Today was just one of those days. You assumed it was because you were unavailable, tending to some little things around the house. Eddie wasn't occupied at the moment and as soon as Delilah let out the smallest of yawns, he was babying her up a storm. He somehow coaxed her into laying down, fist pumping in the air as she got situated.

You left for five minutes, five minutes, and by the time you got back, Eddie was out. His soft snores mixed with Delilah's soft sighs. Her chubby cheek was squished against her father's worn Megadeth t-shirt, her mouth falling open in a cute little 'o' shape. Eddie's hand rested on her back as he held her in place. His hair was sprawled out on the throw pillow beneath him and his brows were furrowed the tiniest bit.

You smiled down at the two. Your heart ached a bit just from the sheer amount of love you shared for them. Your whole world was sleeping on top of one another on your small couch in the living room of the home you and Eddie had worked so hard to maintain. It was mind-blowing.

With a small sigh of defeat, and the tiniest twinge of betrayal, you reached over to grab the blanket that was folded over the back of the couch cushions. You laid it over the two gently, watching as Delilah stirred a bit in her sleep, snuggling further into Eddie's chest.

You leaned down and give them each a kiss on the forehead. Both hands came to rest on a face, brushing the wild curly hair they both inherited out of their eyes. You knew neither of them liked the tickling feeling very much as they tried to sleep. Just another thing the two had in common. You smiled to yourself as you whispered, "Sleep tight," to the pair before tiptoeing away to resume your housework.

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wheres-mylove · 2 years

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and iron maiden! | eddie munson x fem!reader

Summary: It’s hard to be in a secret relationship when you have to deal with a nosy brother and a boyfriend who gets dramatic when you don’t give him your full attention. Iron Maiden playing in the background.

Disclaimer: English isn’t my first language!

Word count: 4k

➸ Part two of Black Sabbath?

Eddie Munson was right. 1986 was his year.

How else can you explain the fact that he was dating the girl of his dreams? Oh, for fuck's sake. Somebody pinch him.

He sat leaning against (Y/N) Henderson’s bed frame, while she had her back pressed against his chest. He embraced her tighter, peeking over the girl’s shoulder.

“The coffin should be much more corroded.”

“One more comment and you’ll be drawing it yourself. And don’t-” Eddie began tapping his fingers on the top of her head to the rhythm of The Trooper. Again. “That's what I'm talking about. I can’t focus.”

“So when you're waiting for the next attack, you'd better stand, there's no turning back,” he sang in a high-pitched voice. You couldn’t even hear Bruce Dickinson.

“I'll dot the i with a heart,” she threatened and she meant it. It finally got Eddie to shut up.

After about a minute and a few final pencil strokes, the girl shoved a finished draft of the Corroded Coffin poster in his face. With a note inviting to the performances on Tuesdays at The Hideout.

“Be honest, what do you think?” she asked, turning to face him.

“Badass,” Eddie replied, kissing the tip of her nose. “But I don't get my hopes up, sweetheart. This kind of music is not for everyone.”

“I agree, but there's a bunch of metalheads who come to that store every now and then, someone will eventually take an interest. If they don't, I'll talk them into it. You deserve a proper crowd, not just me and those... boys,” she finished with a smile, knowing well that their youth was long gone. “Not that they're not cool. They even sway to the rhythm of the song. Maybe they are actually talented? We'll create a support band. (Y/N) and the Five Drunks.”

Eddie snorted a laugh and shook his head.

“Don't be ashamed, Six Drunks.”

She landed a playful swat on his arm.

“The audacity. And to think you were a bundle of nerves on our first date.”

Munson rolled his eyes, pulling her closer. He was joking around, but in truth he could barely handle the strange, warm feeling in his heart when he realized that she sincerely appreciated his band and offered her help.

“At the time I wasn't so sure if you truly liked me, I had to hold myself back.”

“What makes you think I like you now?” asked (Y/N) with a sly smile, looking down at him.

“First of all, you're lying on top of me. I'm about to kiss you, and you're not going to slap me in the face. Shall I keep listing?” he asked innocently, lifting his head to capture her lips with his own.

When it was time to catch their breaths, Eddie put a strand of her hair behind her ear and smiled.

“I'll tell you something, but you're not allowed to laugh,” he warned, threatening her with his finger. (Y/N) nodded with a curious look on her face. “Before this concert, it was Wayne who kind of shook up my self-esteem. He started this talk of his, that I should have taken you out for a fancy dinner instead. He even commented on my outfit…She’s laughing, great.”

“Have you told your uncle about me?” she asked between fits of giggles caused mainly by the image of Eddie Munson wearing a suit in an expensive restaurant.

His cheeks were crimson red.

“Well, I might have mentioned something to the old prick, not much, just a bit,” he murmured, involuntarily running his hand down her back.

“Cute,” she sighed, then gazed ahead. “I've been thinking… I have to enlighten Dustin soon. I feel really bad that he doesn't know about us.”

Munson widened his eyes.

“Do you want to have me on your conscience after he's done strangling me?” he asked, visibly anxious.

“He'll get over it somehow. He has to,” decided (Y/N). “I would have told him by now, but I'm afraid he'll go insane and-” Eddie put a finger to her lips.

“Don't worry about that now. You'd better tell me how much time we have.”

“Mom won't be back until tonight and Dustin's wandering around with Mike, he usually doesn't come back that early. We have time, as long as you don't waste it now with chattering.”

(Y/N) had already found out many times that Munson didn't need to be told certain things twice.

A truly intimate moment. If only it weren't for the sound of the key opening the front door.

“Fuck,” the girl cursed, pushing Eddie off of her. “Today of all days?”

He landed on his butt on the floor and looked nervously around the room.

“What do I do?” Munson panicked.

“Under the bed, now,” commanded (Y/N), grabbing a blanket. She quickly lowered it to the side that was opposite the door.

“(Y/N)! Are you home?” called out Dustin from the distance.

“Shit, shit, shit,” whispered Eddie, trying to hide in the indicated spot. “Fucking shit.”

“Yeah!” she exclaimed, doing her best to control the emotions in her voice and grabbing the first book she could reach from her nightstand. She opened it on a random page. It was time to show off her acting skills. (Y/N) was feigning great interest in the book, when the door opened wide, showing Dustin in a quite frantic state.

Erica Sinclair had mentioned that her brother keeps some weird shit under his bed, but at this point (Y/N) Henderson seemed to have outdone him.

“Do you even know how to knock?” she asked, finally looking up at him. Dustin eyed her suspiciously, stood like that for a good few moments, and then took a deep breath.

“So, have you been here all this time?�� he dismissed her question, collapsing into the desk chair. God, what if Eddie sneezes, for example?

“Well, yes, since I got back from work. Why are you interrogating me? Hey, are you alright?"

Dustin nodded, his mind’s somewhere else.

“What a relief,” he announced finally, crossing his arms behind his head.

(Y/N) furrowed her brow. Eddie under the bed did the same.

Dustin remained silent. Maybe he was listening to Iron Maiden.

“Okay, I'll tell you, because it doesn't matter now,” her younger brother spoke up. “I went to see Eddie Munson, but didn't find him at the trailer. I talked to his uncle.”

(Y/N) gulped, involuntarily putting her hand on the blanket. How fast can Munson run?

“Erica got sick and now you really have to play D&D with us, whether you like it or not. I wanted to make sure Eddie will act decent with you there. Because he had some kind of weird obsession with you, talked about you all the time. He's slowed down a bit now, but God, it was unbearable,” he said, then leaned over and grabbed her hand. “I think it was a crush. Disgusting, I know.”

(Y/N) looked at him like he was crazy. What was he getting at?

“Disgusting?” mouthed Munson.

“But don't worry. I asked his uncle where I could find him, and he said that Eddie’s probably hanging out with that girl of his. That was surprising, but with Munson it’s hard to keep up,” the younger Henderson continued. “Do you know how terrified I was that I wouldn't find you here? I almost died from exhaustion, I biked so fucking fast. I think to myself, Christ, he asked you out behind my back.”

(Y/N) considered her options. She could have told him the truth, but she didn't think it was the right time. Well, tell him after something like that. She cleared her throat.

“So, his uncle... He didn’t tell you who that girl is?”

“No, maybe I'd get it out of him somehow, but he called me a nosy child. I guess that's not our problem anymore, is it?”

Oh, it is.

“Hey, I didn't upset you, did I? Maybe it sounded a bit heartless. I just told you that someone liked you, but he got over it and found another chick,” Dustin realized and shot her an apologetic look. “Have you talked to him at all lately?”

“No! I mean, no. It’s okay, by the way. I had no idea that he might have liked me back then. Besides, Eddie Munson is not my type,” (Y/N) lied quickly. It seemed to have finally reassured her brother.

“And I was convinced he is. You present yourself as a person-” Dustin waved his hand at her room decorated with Black Sabbath posters and a collection of Iron Maiden records. “A person with a soft spot for metalheads.”

Dustin walked out with a spring in his step, clearly comforted that Eddie Munson was not approaching his sister.

“All clear.”

Eddie stuck his head out from under the blanket.

“Not your type, huh?”

Mike Wheeler had clearly overestimated Dustin Henderson's intelligence. Being so blind when you have the evidence right in front of your nose is probably not possible. Maybe his friend saw what he wanted to see and suppressed everything else.

“Did you know that Munson has a girlfriend?” asked Dustin from the passenger seat as Mike clambered into Hendersons’ car.

“Sure,” replied Wheeler without hesitation, leaning towards (Y/N), who put her hands on the steering wheel with so much strength her knuckles turned white. “Well, how are things going?”

Dustin looked at Mike like he was a madman, and the girl forced a laugh, not very convincing, but it had to suffice.

“How am I supposed to know?” she asked through clenched teeth, throwing him a warning glance in the side-view mirror.

“You have to be up to date, Mike,” Henderson retorted in an expert tone. “My sister and Eddie? That would be a complete disaster. I'll ask him who it is. The important thing, though, is that she knocked the stupid ideas out of his head.”

“(Y/N), I thought...” began Wheeler again. The turn was very sharp. He almost flew into the door. “Nevermind.”

Before entering the room, when Dustin went to torment Eddie, she held Mike by the arm and threatened to abandon him in the middle of the woods on the way home. This idea was probably suggested to her once by Ted Wheeler. Mike promised not to say a word.

“From now on, The Master does not give mortals information that has nothing to do with the game,” came to their ears in the lowered voice of Munson, who was already sitting on his throne waiting for the rest of the players. He looked at Dustin with a wry smile. “Don't worry about me, take care of that Suzana of yours.”

“It's Suzie.”

“Touching.”

(Y/N) Henderson and Mike Wheeler walked into the D&D room.

“My, my, what do we have here?” he asked, squinting his eyes and looking right at (Y/N). Mike remained ignored.

“I'm glad you've come to your senses, but you should still be nice to her...” Dustin admonished him in a whisper. Eddie waved his hand, dismissing the remark.

“Will there be room for a wandering Sorcerer?” asked (Y/N) with a sweet smile.

“Always,” replied Eddie with a completely lovesick one.

Mike rolled his eyes. It's going to be a long game.

And it was. (Y/N) took the seat exactly opposite Munson. After the other guys joined in, she was considered a special guest and offered the honorable one right next to the Dungeon Master. She declined, to which Eddie pouted.

He fucking pouted.

They didn't know how to pretend very well. The girl still somehow held up, but Munson? A lost cause. She knew perfectly well what she was doing when she chose this place. He didn't have her close, but in plain sight all of the time, which drove him a little crazy. When he was storytelling, as always expressive and in his element, one had the impression that it was directed mainly at her. Like on pins, Eddie waited for her every decision, throw of the dice, or even a small comment.

Mike made eye contact with Gareth, who was smirking since he took a closer look at the two of them. Someone here was showing off. Someone here was waiting for approval. And then there was that ‘My lady’ every fucking time. It was audible that he wasn't addressing her with those words for the first time.

Dustin seemed to be applying wishful thinking. He was currently tossing the dice in his hand.

“Last man standing,” Eddie spoke in a loud voice. “What is your decision?”

(Y/N) wished her brother wouldn’t back down now, she saved his character by sacrificing hers. Older sibling’s instinct.

“I attack,” Dustin decided and threw the dice, kissing a clenched fist before doing so. Everyone leaned over the table as the dice rolled, finally stopping on the number 9.

“That's a miss!” Eddie spread his arms and slumped back on his throne.

“Holy shit,” wailed Henderson. (Y/N) and the rest joined him with disappointed shouts.

Mike looked at Eddie, who propped his chin up with his hand and stared at (Y/N) like she hung the moon.

“There's a time to win, and there's a time to lose,” Munson winked flirtatiously at the girl as Dustin was busy hiding his face in his hands. “You need to get yourselves some sort of consolation prize. Preferably as soon as possible.”

(Y/N) Henderson was convinced that time had stopped only to annoy her. The hands of the clock hardly moved at all. Did it have anything to do with the fact that she was going to meet Eddie after work? Possibly. She wanted to get the hell out of here and see her boyfriend already.

Sneaking around was exhausting, especially with her brother stepping on her toes the whole time. The girl started to prepare a speech she would have to give sooner or later. Well, she preferred to do it later.

(Y/N) turned around at the sound of a ringing bell, expecting another customer, but instead saw Eddie Munson running towards her.

“Eddie?” she asked anxiously, coming from behind the counter. “Something happened-”

He interrupted her with a kiss. Oh. That kind of urgency.

“Sorry for being so blunt, but it's been ages since I've seen you.”

“Yesterday morning is indeed the last century,” she laughed, pulling him back by the front of his vest to peck him on the lips. She had been thinking just a moment ago how much she missed him, but she couldn't admit it right now. “You would have seen me in an hour or so, anyway.”

“Don’t put your faith in my strong willpower, I don’t have it,” whined Eddie. “Turn the closed sign back. Screw them.”

“I remind you that I'm at work. You're not supposed to be here. Anyone can see us through the window, so I'd advise you to step aside.”

Eddie Munson did something that had them both lose the common sense. He glanced towards the back room with a devilish gleam in his eye.

Not ten seconds passed, and (Y/N) Henderson, with her back pushed against the wall, felt Eddie's lips on hers. Just when Revelations by Iron Maiden started playing in the background.

She put her arms around his neck as he tangled his hands in her hair. His lips traveled lower, to her neck, and then....

And then the bell rang. Well, fuck me. Who is it again?

(Y/N) silenced Eddie with a finger over her lips and looked out.

“Hi,” Dustin greeted, adjusting the shoulder strap of his backpack. “What's Eddie's van doing outside the store?”

At this revelation, the blood drained from (Y/N)’s face, and Eddie's life flashed before his eyes. Even the memories from his early childhood.

“Dusty!” the girl called out in a slightly shaky voice, slamming the door to the back room. “How nice to see you. Umm... Munson was here a while ago, looking for some records. He must have gone somewhere and left his car.”

The younger Henderson looked at her and furrowed his brow.

“Jesus, relax. I see it's still a sensitive subject,” he said, then tapped a finger on his head. “What happened to your hair?”

(Y/N) smoothed it quickly, now blushing for a change.

“What brings you here?” she changed the topic, believing until the last moment that he would leave without noticing anything.

“You forgot,” chuckled Dustin in disbelief. “A movie? We were supposed to rent something today and watch it together? Sounds familiar? You'll be closing soon anyway, so I can wait.”

He moved towards the back room. Christ.

“You can’t walk in there,” (Y/N) declared, getting in his way. She leaned against the door and covered it with her arms.

“And why is that?” snarled her brother, looking at her with astonishment.

“Total mess, cluttered space, you can't even squeeze in,” the girl lied on the spot, but observed with dread as the cogs in Dustin's head were turning.

Van. Tangled hair. An Iron Maiden T-shirt, a little too big on her.

“Open. The. Door,” Dustin demanded slowly, raising an accusatory finger.

(Y/N) finally gave in, turned the doorknob and presented Eddie Munson. Sitting in a chair, seemingly waiting for them.

“Hello,” he greeted, waving his hand.

Henderson shrieked, because there's no other way to call it.

“What are you doing here?!”

“Drugs,” said Munson blankly. She had to admit it was far more acceptable than the truth.

“You son of a bitch! He's sitting in my chair! Eddie Munson! And he's apparently corrupting you! Oh my God, oh my God, what were you doing earlier?!”

“Dustin, please, calm down...” began (Y/N), but the boy wasn’t having it.

“(Y/N) is right. You stop yelling at me, we'll explain everything to you.”

“Not a word! She's my sister, you jerk!”

“And I'm her boyfriend, so I have something to say,” Eddie talked back. (Y/N) thought that the fighting mood started to get to him. She felt like reprimanding him, but right now she wouldn't be able to do much.

“Her who?” Dustin was ready to throw hands and (Y/N) had to grab him by the back of his shirt. “Are you delusional? (Y/N)! I don't allow it!”

It was a good thing there was no customer in the store. At the breaking point of the argument, Dustin Henderson threatened to cut off Eddie's dick.

Steve Harrington wasn't sure whether he wanted to be clued in. Behind the counter stood a rather unusual trio. Well known Henderson siblings were joined by Eddie Munson. At least that’s what Steve guessed. He fit Dustin's description perfectly.

(Y/N) looked the most enraged. Eddie and Dustin glanced uncertainly in her direction from time to time, like children who had been scolded.

“The mood is, how to phrase it, tense,” Steve finally spoke up with an awkward smile, drumming his fingers on the counter. “Maybe I'll go get Robin.”

“Stay where you are,” replied (Y/N) in a surprisingly calm tone. She glanced at her brother. “You pick the movie. Whatever you want.”

“Now all of a sudden you're interested in my opinion?” muttered Henderson, unable to contain himself. (Y/N) covered her face with her hands in a gesture of helplessness.

“Did you have to do that?” asked Eddie reprovingly. Dustin drove his gaze to the floor.

“If you guys are going to start fighting again, I might as well leave.”

“Baby, calm down.” Munson put his arm around her waist. Steve’s eyebrows flew up.

“Woah, that's new,” he commented, slamming his hands on the counter. “Can we take a step back, because I think I got lost along the way…”

“They're together, Steve,” groaned Dustin, as if this was the greatest disaster in the history of mankind. “I don't know how it happened. I didn’t know at all.”

“Neither did I!” exclaimed Steve, glancing at (Y/N). “Henderson, it's not fair, I tell you everything about my love life. And you forgot to mention this tiny detail?”

“You also tell Dustin almost everything. As you can see, he took it brilliantly today.”

“He screamed and threw a backpack at me. Nearly broke my nose,” muttered Eddie quietly.

“Who broke whose nose?” Robin chimed in, joining Steve behind the counter. She looked at Munson and gave him a wide smile. Then pointed a finger in his direction. “So you're the mysterious loverboy. I had my suspicions. I've already told (Y/N) that this music will eventually make her ears bleed, but also draw a metalhead to her. How's that, Munson? I bet you didn't make her name three Iron Maiden songs, otherwise she wouldn't be hugging you right now, believe me. And also, if I may ask-”

“Robin, Robin, slow down,” Steve scratched his head. "I'm still recovering. What suspicions again? And what three songs? God, people. I can't keep up."

“She guessed that I was seeing someone. But I didn't confirm and didn't say who it was. Robin has a tendency to blab,” explained (Y/N). Harrington nodded at that last statement.

“Guilty,” Buckley said, still looking at Munson curiously. Eddie seemed to be still processing her lengthy statement. “So what? The family already knows?”

“The family is thrilled,” Dustin said with a huge dose of sarcasm. (Y/N) took a better look at him. He was upset, but she could also tell when something was bothering him and it had little to do with anger. She turned her head in Munson’s direction.

“If you don't mind, go look for a movie,” she suggested, looking into his eyes. “I've got something to do.”

Eddie nodded, understanding everything without further explanation.

“Robin will help me?” he offered, to which Buckley saluted.

“You've got it covered.” She pushed him gently towards the horror section and turned around to give (Y/N) thumbs up. He’s nice.

The girl noticed that Steve was leaning against the counter, as if he was also going to participate in the conversation.

“Don't you have some work to do?”

Harrington rolled his eyes and also disappeared between the shelves. (Y/N) Henderson sat on the floor, her back leaning against the counter.

“Dusty. Get your butt over to this dirty-ass floor and talk to your big sister,” she said, extending her hand.

Dustin rather reluctantly accepted it. She was already taking a breath to start talking, but the younger Henderson forestalled her.

“You know it's not even a personal thing when it comes to Eddie? I like him, he's a decent guy with a heart of gold,” the boy spoke up in a trembling voice, raising their still joined hands in the air. “I know he will treat you well. I see the way he looks at you. I hear the way he talks to you. But I don't give a shit. Because I'm still of the opinion that even the best man in this world doesn't deserve my sister.”

It was obvious that he was holding back the tears of frustration, and he wiped them away with the top of his hand. (Y/N) realized she was about to cry as well.

“Because what if he breaks your heart, even unintentionally? If he makes you upset? As a brother, I'm responsible for you,” Dustin continued, avoiding her gaze. “And on the other hand, if he's too good? Jesus, it sounds childish, but I'm afraid you'll no longer need me. You'll have your own life, and there won't be so much room for me in it anymore. I wanted to postpone it a bit.”

(Y/N) hugged her brother with all her strength. By now they were both crying.

“Fuck, Dustin. I was about to tell you now that I don't need your permission, and you jump out with something like this. Not nice,” she said, smiling through tears. “Listen to me carefully now. With any love comes the risk of a broken heart, but I am aware of that. I am a big girl. However, there is always a place for you in my stupid adult life and always will be. Nothing will change the fact that I need you in it like no one else.”

Dustin hugged her tighter.

“I was thinking we could try to spend some time together. The three of us. If you guys are okay with that. Eddie as a friend and… Eddie as my sister's boyfriend are two different tales. I guess I just have to get used to it.”

“You’re absolutely right. And that's what we're doing tonight. Let’s make a bet, he’s going to pick some monstrosity with a chainsaw massacre. He'll watch it alone.”

Dustin laughed, and at the same moment another pair of arms surrounded them. The one belonging to a certain metalhead.

“Group hug! I've pushed in a bit, but I hope I'm not in the way,” whispered Eddie over their heads.

Both (Y/N) Henderson and Eddie Munson waited with bated breath for her younger brother's verdict.

“You're not in the way, Eddie.”

Thanks, Dustin.

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chelseeebe · 10 days

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too sweet (for me)

18+. mdni. smut. mentions of violence and drugs. eddie is a dick but not when it comes to r <333 :} female!reader

eddie munson had been hardened by life. how could one night possibly demolish all of the walls he had spent so long building?

a/n: sorry for being mia again lol i am trying i swear!! i have another eddie fic coming that i love and probably the other parts to the steve zombie au! i’m usually never busy but these last few weeks have been wild

the club is too loud, too busy and too sweaty. eddie wasn’t a fan, never had been.

he squeezes past the crowd, grumbling to himself as he goes. eddie preferred to be in bed by three. his mom was very spiritual and had drilled into him that nothing good could come out of being awake at the witching hour.

something or someone knocks into him, or vice versa, he can’t really tell. it’s too dark and he’s had too much to even really care.

“watch it,” you snap, twisting around to send the dirtiest glare.

“what the fuck? you bumped into me,” he shouts over the loud thumping beat. immediately wishing he could swallow his words, noticing your eyes narrow, sizing him up. you’re the prettiest girl in this place, the only one he’s even looked at twice and now you hated him.

“whatever asshole,” you snarl, before continuing your way to the busy bar.

eddie hesitates for a moment before shoving through the path you’d made, angering another ten people on his way. he didn’t care, that couldn’t be your only impression of him.

he catches up, squeezing into the tiny space next to you, leaning against the sticky marble as you wait patiently.

his hand brushes your arm, earning another sly glance, face screwing up as you realise he’d tailed you to the bar.

“sorry,” he starts, not giving you the opportunity to tell him to fuck off first. “i wanted to apologise.. i was rude,” tongue resting on his bottom lip, appreciating the new found lighting and how it made you glow.

“you were,” smiling pointedly, eyes trailing down his chest, “but you can buy me a drink to make up for it.”

eddie stares, mouth agape at your brutal, up-front attitude before it turns to a tiny smirk, “i think that’s fair,” honestly he admired it. the only girl in here worth a second glance.

“vodka,” you add, making room for him to order.

he takes one last admiring look at you before turning to the bartender.

you tunnel your way back through the crowd, your friends long gone by now. eddie didn’t mind keeping you company, not one bit.

his fingers wrap around your wrist, tugging you gently back towards him. rightfully earning another scathing glare as you stop, inches in front of him.

“you’re not gonna even tell me your name?” he leans in, smirking as he does.

your lips brush against his ear, name soft as silk as you mutter into his hair. it sends shivers down his spine, wanting your lips on his ear and his neck.

“eddie,” he replies, resting his hand on the small of your back, keeping you close in the packed club.

“are you a dancer, eddie?” the way his name rolls off of your tongue makes him unfathomably crazy.

“not really,” he mumbles, tongue poking out of his lips.

“too bad,” your smirk, pulling towards the bustling dance floor before he can argue against it.

he didn’t like clubbing nor dancing but if you insist, he couldn’t say no.

the music ripples around him, hazy when all he can focus on is you and the way your hips twist in time to the beat. you’re not even trying and yet he’s completely encapsulated by your body.

there’s an attempt at dancing along with you, though he’s not any good. itching to just place his hands on your waist and let you guide him.

the purple light catches your eye as you move closer, eddie’s eyes latched onto you the entire time.

“you’re really not a dancer, are ya’?” you lean in to whisper.

“can’t help it, i’m distracted,” he purrs, daring to place his hand on the small of your back.

you purse your lips, keeping whatever snarky comment to yourself.

fuck it.

“d’you wanna get out of here?” eddie asks, “i know a place.”

your brow quirks, “hm? how do i know you won’t kidnap me?”

he tilts his head, meeting your eye, “you’ll just have to trust me,” offering his hand for you to take, eager to get you out of this club.

really, he’d go anywhere if it meant he could look at you properly without getting elbowed in the back by sweaty drunks.

you hesitate for a split second, which he supposes is fair, before placing your hand in his, permission to lead you from the dance floor and out into the chilly night.

your arms wrap around yourself, shivering in the cold.

eddie doesn’t hesitate, taking his jacket off and placing it around your shoulders. “it’s not far from here.. we can walk?”

your eyes narrow once more, pulling his jacket tighter, “lead the way, eddie.”

he knows you’re trying to taunt him, maybe rile him up a little and by god is it working. taking your hand once more as you start the walk to his apartment, anticipating coursing through his veins.

the elevator ride up to his floor is hell, fingers twitching to touch you. he’d do it too, if you were alone. plagued with one of his neighbours just trying to get home as you hang off of his arm.

eddie’s thankful his floor is first, losing the will to not just grab you right then and there.

your mouth falls open, eyes flitting around the apartment he definitely didn’t pay someone else to decorate for him.

“you live here?”

eddie didn’t grow up around money. he lived in a trailer for most of his life, cramped into the tiny home with his uncle in some dead end town until he finally found the nerve to move himself to chicago.

there were dreams of a music career that wilted away pretty quickly after he realised that there were a hundred and one other screwed up teens just like him, all wanting the same thing.

selling drugs wasn’t exactly his chosen path but he’d sold a little weed in high school and found he wasn’t awful at it and now here he was.

with more money than he knew what to do with and a reputation for being a hard ass.

he doesn’t entertain your amazement, sidling over to you with his hands already finding their place to your waist.

“the bedroom’s even better,” eddie smirks, feeling your fingers twist around his t-shirt.

“go ‘head,” half-smile on your pretty lips.

your body brushes against his as you trail behind, not wanting to waste another second. he hasn’t even kissed you yet, has no idea how addicting you’ll taste, the slight hint of vanilla in your smudged lipgloss.

expertly twisting you around, stumbling over just slightly before he catches you, planting his lips on yours, manoeuvring your entwined bodies around the darkened room.

he’s done this dance a hundred times, but something about you feels different. you’re mailable, trusting in his hands to guide you to the bed while your hands sit atop his shoulders.

falling back onto the mattress, tugging him down atop of your body, fingers clawing at his collar while his hands roam your body, grabbing at your hips and waist.

eddie haphazardly reaches for the lamp, disconnecting your lips for a brief moment before the orange hue fills the room.

you groan in response, sprawled out on the mattress underneath him.

“i wanna see you,” he remarks, taking your bottom lip between his teeth before he kisses you properly again. a full battle between teeth and tongues, barely catching against one another, lips wet with each other.

you sigh softly into his mouth when his hand travels beneath your dress, sliding between your aching thighs, panties already wet and begging to be torn off.

he doesn’t though, wanting to draw this out just a tiny bit longer, removing his fingers from your heat to toy with the hem of your dress.

“fuck,” you gasp, breaking away from his lips, “don’t be mean,” swollen bottom lip jutting out to make it all that much worse.

“okay,” eddie laughs quietly, “i’m done,” sticking to his word as your dress comes down in one rough tug, grunting as he does so.

he sits up on his knees, admiring the sight of your quivering body below. “worth it,” he remarks, tearing off his own t-shirt, and launching it across the room somewhere.

his jeans are next, shaking them off of his leg as they land on the floor with a soft thud.

your hand instinctively covers your chest, shying away from his hungry gaze.

“nuhuh,” eddie bites, pulling your arm away, pinning it underneath his as he comes back to your level, hovering just above. “don’t do that.”

you blink, pulling him closer with your free hand. the cat and mouse routine had been going on far too long, even for him. feeling your heat against his cock, almost painful to the touch as it strains his boxers.

“well if you hurried up..” you start, tilting your chin towards him with a tiny smirk.

eddie laughs loudly, yanking your panties down abruptly, “alright sweetheart, i hear ya,” returning his hand to between your thighs, spreading you open with his middle finger before sliding the digit in.

you huff in response, mouth falling open as that melodic tone he’s been waiting for falls from your lips, dancing around his ears.

your head falls back against the soft pillow, opening your legs further as he shifts fully in between, biting down onto his bottom lip.

“that better?” pumping his finger between your slick folds, your breath quivering with every move.

you nod quickly, readjusting your grip on his shoulder, taking a deep breath when his thumb finds your clit.

he can’t hold off any longer, pulling his fingers out and tugging his boxers down, cock springing up against his stomach.

“mhm,” he groans, teasing your sopping cunt with the tip of his already leaking cock, lapping up every last whine of appreciation you let slip.

eddie slides in, staggered breaths as he pauses, adjusting his position to allow his hand to find your hand, fingers intertwining while you huff into his ear.

“shit,” he utters, slowly thrusting his hips, gripping your hand tighter, pressing you into the mattress.

he wouldn’t have fucked around so much if he knew this is what you’d feel like.

your thighs squeeze around his waist, the soft skin encasing him. goading him on with your sweet breathless whines, repeating his name like gospel.

working his way to the hilt, debating why he could just sit there for a while with his cock buried deep inside of you or not.

your fingers twist around his curls, gently tugging on the messy mop atop of his head.

whimpering into the tiny shared space between your faces, your eyes fighting to stay open. cheeks warm and flushed, incoherent babbling trailing from your mouth.

“you.. you feel fuckin’ insane,” eddie growls, wishing he could swallow that familiar twist in his stomach, keep this going forever and ever.

the air is warm, filthy sounds of his skin against yours fill the room as you desperately move your hips against his. loosely connecting your lips in a hazy kiss, he can feel you tighten around him, whimpers strained and needy as you near your orgasm.

“ahh fuck,” eddie mewls, burying his head into the delicate skin of your neck, leaving lazy kisses in the crook. hoping he can hold out for just a minute more while you tremble around him. coming undone right beneath his body.

you hum into his ear, running your fingers along his scalp, pulling gently on his hair.

eddie can’t stop himself any longer, pulling his cock out of your cunt before he cums, letting his release cover your thigh instead.

your nails continue to trace through his hair while his mouths babbles a bunch of nonsensical bullshit into your neck, surely condemned by a life in hell for the blasphemous shit he was saying.

coaxing his head out of the comfort of your skin to gaze into his tired eyes, your heartbeats coinciding with one another.

instead of saying anything, you grin, laughing quietly to yourself. eddie thinks you’re crazy and yet, he’s sure he might’ve just fallen in love.

eddie feels like a creep, watching as you sleep, your leg twisted somewhere between his making him terrified to even think about moving.

he doesn’t want to startle you, in fact he doesn’t really want this to end. he knows that once you wake, he’ll be lucky to see you again.

maintaining relationships wasn’t exactly a skill he possessed.

you stir sometime later, feeling your way up his chest as you come around. maybe you’d think he was a freak, maybe you’d regret it and decide to file a restraining order or something.

“morning,” you croak, lips plump with sleep, eyes barely open as they peep at the other side of the bed.

“hi,” wanting to cringe at his complete lack of charm.

“you talk in your sleep,” you say pointedly, shadows of a smile on your lips.

“oh really? what was i saying?”

you shrug, “something about a fire,” scrunching your nose up. idyllic as you bask in the morning light, a real picture of beauty.

“a fire? that’s weird, i was dreaming about you,” undecided whether it were too much too soon.

you curl away from him, shying into the pillow when a bang at the door interrupts everything, damn near rattling his entire apartment.

you look to him again, confusion threading your brows together, “who’s that?” worry seeping through your tone.

“i don’t know,” well, he had a pretty good idea of who it probably was and he most definitely didn’t want to deal with that right now.

they bang again, eddie unfurling his arm from your waist, “i’ll be two minutes,” frowning to himself as he pulls his boxers on.

as expected, gareth and jeff stand outside, gormless as their eyes fall to his bare legs.

“woah,” gareth exclaims, eyes wide.

“what d’you two want?”

“you not gonna invite us in?” jeff presses, still marvelling at his legs.

“no.”

“why?” gareth peers into the apartment, “who’ve you got in there?”

“your mom,” eddie quips, “why are you here?”

the two idiots share a look, half-offended, half trying to figure out if eddie was telling the truth or not.

“well-“ they come closer, “we’ve got that shipment.. for the thing,” brows wiggling, “couple’a weeks and it’ll be in.”

this leads to eddie closing the door further round, in fear of you overhearing. he’s not sure how well received that’d be on your first morning together.

“shh,” he hisses, looking around the very empty corridor, “you couldn’t have told me this later?”

they shake their heads in unison, “murray said to let you know, no phones.. no paper trail.”

eddie searches both of their blank faces before nodding, “alright.. alright, you can go now.”

they oblige but not before jeff grabs his crotch, winking at eddie which makes him slightly uncomfortable and letting out an almost inaudible have fun before disappearing into the elevator.

the urge to knock their heads together had never been stronger, returning to his apartment to find you stood in the middle of his bedroom, staring at the pictures on his dresser.

“i used to be cute, right?” he knows exactly which one you’re looking at, startling at the sound of his voice.

you turn, still holding onto the frame, “is that your mom?”

“mhm,” he hums, taking the frame from your grasp, “she..” clearing his throat, “she died when i was younger,” tracing his thumb over the image of her crazy hair.

“oh,” you frown, looking at him with pitiful eyes, “i’m sorry.”

he shakes his head, hair falling out of the loose bun he’d thrown up, “don’t apologise,” placing the photo back in it’s rightful place, “she was sick,” turning to you with his half-moon eyes.

he wishes he hadn’t even said it, the look on your face was too woeful, especially after the large grin you’d had plastered on it just this morning.

eddie sniffs, jumping to action, “get dressed,” he practically orders, wanting nothing more than to change the subject, “we’re going out,” telling, rather than asking.

“where?”

he shrugs, opening the large closet which mostly consisted of plain black tees and his jeans.

“i don’t have any clothes.. or my toothbrush, give me an hour and-“

interrupted by a shirt flying over, just about catching it before it lands on the ground, “wear mine, there’s a spare toothbrush in the bathroom,” eddie nods, sliding into his own clothes.

you stare dumbfounded at the cotton, before glancing back at him, “uh.. i don’t- what if people think..”

he turns, smile already peaking through, “if people think what? that we fucked? oh no,” riddled with sarcasm.

“you’re not funny,” you pout though you shimmy into the t-shirt, “i didn’t mean that i just..” trailing off into silence.

eddie’s eyes widen, something about seeing you in his shirt invigorated something within.

“don’t look at me like that,” shying away though there was really no need. he’d seen it all already.

“i can’t help it,” he remarks, standing wide-eyed.

your eyes roll in return, turning away to slip into his sweats though that makes everything worse. eddie instantly jumps to grab you, squeezing your arms against your sides, eliciting a high pitched squeal from you.

“maybe breakfast can wait,” growling into your ear, tripping over your legs as he barrels towards the bed.

eddie sighs, eyeing the seemingly stagnant clock on the dash. he knows you get off at three, toying with the idea of telling you he’s coming to get you or just turning up outside your building.

he figures he’s close enough that he won’t bother, shifting into drive. you’d only seen each other yesterday but he couldn’t get enough.

girls came and went in his life, never sticking around long enough for him to really get to know them. it felt different this time, he was itching to be with you, this constant need to be near you, with you. it scared him deep down, turning his stomach at the thought of someone actually meaning something to him.

he watches the door like a hawk, positioned outside so that you can’t possibly miss him.

it’s five after three by the time you emerge from the grand door, closely followed by who he assumes are your co-workers. eyes narrowing at the sight of the spindly guy following behind.

eddie clocks the exact moment you spot him, ducking your head as you break away from the group and slide into the passenger seat.

“what’re you doing here?” you flush, though your smile is evident, creeping onto his own face.

“i can’t come pick you up from work?”

you shrug, still coy as your co-workers dawdle, staring into the car with eager eyes.

“why’re you so shy all of a sudden? not even gonna kiss me?” eddie teases, feeling the eyes of your colleagues hot on his face.

“shut up,” you scoff, rolling your eyes.

he takes this as a challenge, leaning over the centre console to press his forehead to yours, waiting for your approval before embarrassing you any further.

your lips lock onto his before he can think about it, deciding to turn the innocent kiss into what he can only describe as a sloppy, over exaggerated makeout session. something similar to his first attempts at kissing.

you pull back, groaning in disgust, averting your eyes from the nosy gaggle of colleagues that still stood gawping.

mission accomplished.

eddie grins before speeding away, not bothering to acknowledge them another time.

you want to be annoyed, eddie can tell. tutting in your seat as if you didn’t enjoy that just as much as he did.

“who was that? your boyfriend?” only half-joking.

there’s another sigh, “i wish,” as you mess around with the dials on the dash.

eddie would normally smack your hand away but for you, he couldn’t.

an absolute sucker for the way your fingers danced around the tortoise shell interior, making yourself comfortable in his car like you should.

“you’ve never been to brunch?” you fret, looking at him with pure amazement over the table.

“no,” eddie chuckles, taking a sip of his coffee, “why would i?”

“why wouldn’t you?” smiling wide.

there’s been a lot of firsts for eddie these past few weeks.

you’d dragged him for a walk around the park in front of his complex, perplexed that he’d never even bothered. he’d been into a florist for the first time, hand picking some overpriced bouquet just for you.

he shakes his head, shrugging. there wasn’t any time for brunch when you had to move kilos of cocaine for rich aristocrats.

“you don’t live,” you scoff, sipping on your 11am mimosa as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

it’s ridiculous how soft you make him feel. he’d do brunch in some gentrified neighbourhood every day if it meant you smiled at him like that.

everything about you is too sweet, your clothes, the perfume you doused yourself in, the lipstick stains you’d leave behind on shared cigarettes. even last week when you’d made him stop for some cat food for the tiny stray that hung around your garden. who does that?

“some of us have to work, sweetheart,” eddie teases, shuffling around on the far-too-fancy chair.

“i work,” you hit back, “only difference is that what i do, isn’t illegal,” whispering the last part of your sentence, smug as you take a drink.

he looks on in pure awe. the fact that you could speak to him like that and yet still end up his favourite person was a miracle in and of itself.

“d’you want me to pay for your fuckin’ brunch or not?”

“i can pay f’myself,” you huff.

“but i don’t want you to.”

your eyes glint, pursing your lips to the side, “i don’t want to either.”

eddie’s already trembling in the car, murray droning on about the importance of gloves next to him. this all seemed like a good idea a couple of weeks ago and now his stomach flipped with every turn.

that was before he had something to lose, before he met you.

maybe weeks of you loosening him up had ruined him. the soft life was a dream in comparison to this. the complete fear coursing through his veins was enough to make him never want to leave the serene calm of your arms ever again.

a couple of years ago he was just some kid selling weed to the losers that hung around the block and now he’s clutching a pistol, contemplating whether he’d survive if he just jumped out of the car.

murray wouldn’t let him. he’d find him, make him pay for being such a pussy.

eddie’s eyes fall shut, head lolling back against the seat, conjuring up images of you in his head. if he had to do it, he also had to make it out alive.

for you.

a ringing bellows through his head, fumbling with the keys as his fingers shake.

he couldn’t remember if you were at work tonight, hoping you wouldn’t have to see this. get pulled into his ridiculous life.

eddie stumbles through the door, making a beeline for the bathroom when your voice calls out from the kitchen.

“eds?”

choosing to ignore it, focussed on the churning in his stomach and the need to empty whatever was rumbling around in there.

it all comes out into the toilet, heaving and retching as you round the corner completely perplexed by whatever was going on.

he’s slumped on the cold floor, gasping for air when you speak, “eddie?” terror in your voice.

“what happened?”

eddie barely looks up, focused on not throwing up again. he can’t explain it, there’s no words to tell you what happened without incriminating himself.

your eyes fall to the red splatters on his shirt, the cuts that littered his knuckles and the purple hue that had started taking over his cheek.

any idiot could put two and two together.

he’s been cryptic about what he does for work, never saying too much but just enough for you to understand. he didn’t want to tell you, to have to drag you into all this. that wasn’t fair.

for a moment, he thinks you’re about to run out of the door and never look back. he wouldn’t blame you if you did.

instead, you take charge, stepping into the bathroom with your hands resting on your hips, “get up,” you order, tugging at his arm.

he doesn’t. still partially curled around the toilet bowl, confused about your attitude.

“i said get up,” barking again, holding onto his elbow with an iron clad grip.

eddie obliges this time around, shakily standing up. he feels like a child, waiting for you to tell him what to do, to make him feel normal again.

you pull him to the sink, running the warm water, scrubbing his hands with yours. the water runs a murky colour, red and brown alike.

“get under your nails,” you add, lathering the soap on his palms, laser focused on his hands rather than the sorry state that had overcome him.

he does as you ask, scrubbing under his nails. standing aloof when you turn the water off.

your hands find the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over his head, “off,” nodding towards his jeans.

it’s a little unsettling that you know exactly what to do, but eddie’s not complaining. grateful for your presence, for your forward thinking. who knows what he would’ve done if you weren’t here. he thinks he probably would’ve handed himself straight into the cops.

you hold a bag open for him, gesturing for his clothes to go in. “we’ll.. we can get rid of them tomorrow,” eventually meeting his eyes again.

he nods, allowing you to guide him through to his bedroom. pliable, completely at your mercy. if you told him that jumping off of bridge would help, he’d do it.

you dump the bag of evidence on the floor before pulling out a fresh shirt and sweatpants, flinging them on the bed.

“get dressed.. i’ll get you some water,” before flouncing out of the room.

eddie hated himself for dragging you into his life like this. it was always supposed to be something separate, something isolated from your relationship.

he’s barely dressed by the time you return, feeling like a pitiful mess. if the look on your face were anything to go by, he looked like it too.

“eddie,” you begin, that same sad tone you’d had when he told you about his mom, “i don’t..” stepping closer, “need to know what happened- i don’t really want to know either but.. you can’t let it fuck you up,” looking at him earnestly, which honestly hurts more.

he nods, “i know,” because he did. “i’m sorry for-,” he sighs, “for getting you involved, i never wanted you to see this.”

you respond by throwing your arms around his waist, squishing your cheek against his chest, “don’t.. don’t start with that.”

his chin finds the top of your head, nestling into your hair, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

it’s a nice type of silence, the air heavy with unspoken words but he thinks that’s okay.

you understand anyway.

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i get off - e.m.

perv eddie munson x perv fem reader

you don’t know that i know, you watch me every night…

18+ ONLY MDNI

warnings: voyeurism, masturbation (f & m), eddie is lil peeping tom but reader loves it, they both steal each other’s shit, oral (f receiving), fingering, cum eating, choking, spanking, dirty talk, mean!dom eddie, unprotected piv sex, cream pie, squirting, they both are nasty freaks

a/n: this is another edit and repost from my old account. it’s one of my favorite fics so i had to move it over here. enjoy freaks xx. 😘

based on i get off by halestorm

word count: 3.8k

you’re sprawled out on your bed, fingers running through your drenched folds. clad in only an oversized iron maiden t-shirt and a pair of knee high socks, you’re everything he’s ever wanted. plucked directly out of one of his dirtiest fantasies.

you can feel his eyes on you, you always do.

not that he realizes that.

and while you’ve lived barely ten feet apart for your entire lives, eddie has never had the courage to make a move.

so he settles for this— watching you through his bedroom window.

fantasizing that the delicate fingers now dipping inside you were his. and the fist currently wrapped around his thick cock was smaller, softer. yours.

the first time he witnessed you like this it was a complete accident.

you had been pent up all day, and didn’t think to shut your bedroom curtains before slipping your hand inside your panties. the bedside lamp bathing your room in a muted yellow hue. eddie had been working on a new song, guitar perched on his lap.

he was frustrated with trying to string together this new melody, glancing up in utter annoyance. that is until his gaze drifted towards the window, his eyes widened and his cock stirred in his jeans.

you looked beautiful, you always did. however this was the most vulnerable state you could be in, and the fact that he got to witness it— made you all the more enchanting to him.

he’d be embarrassed to admit that watching you touch yourself made him cum in his jeans, completely untouched. and that first time you were none the wiser, not noticing the dark eyes that were trailing your figure. but once eddie had gotten a taste he couldn’t get enough.

eagerly waiting by his bedroom window to enjoy his new favorite nightly program… you.

you weren’t sure exactly how long he’d been doing it for, but the night you caught him in the act, it awoke something within you. while eddie made sure to keep his bedroom light off, the moonlight was not on his side that night.

it had filled his room in a soft white glow, highlighting his pale skin. his naked form perched on the edge of his unmade bed, stroking his shaft in tandem with each thrust of your fingers.

his moans are what gave him away, as your eyes were squeezed shut in pleasure. but he’d gotten a little too carried away, thinking about how pretty your pussy would look stuffed full with his cock.

the thin walls of the trailer doing nothing to conceal his sounds. when your eyes finally opened, you were met with the most glorious sight you’ve ever seen.

eddie fucking himself into his fist, his head tilted back as he spilled all over his ringed fingers. the image alone had your eyes rolling back, body shaking as your orgasm ripped through you. one of the most intense you’ve ever had, and from that night on you always kept your curtains open.

desperately chasing that euphoric feeling again.

while you didn’t always see him, you knew he was there. the feeling of his greedy eyes on you was enough to have you cumming harder than you ever have in your entire life. your whimpers were muffled but still rang through his ears as he’d make a mess all over his hand and chest.

different images of you— on your knees, on top of him, taking you from behind, or his favorite with his head buried between your thighs.

it was slowly driving him crazy, and he couldn’t seem to get enough of you. he needed more. he quickly found himself staring out his window any chance he could. gazing longingly as you floated around your bedroom.

he watched you change, get ready for the day, study with your college textbooks. your pencil resting in between your teeth. eddie knew it was wrong, that if you ever found out you would be revolted.

if he only knew it was the exact opposite, and how you couldn’t finish without feeling his eyes on you. but you also needed more, desperate to feel his weight on top of you. his mouth trailing over your skin, his cock stretching you out perfectly.

so you became bolder, going as far as to leave your bedroom window open. letting your moans drift through the night air, teasing him further.

and when you noticed some of your panties had gone missing it only heightened your desire for him. knowing he was in your room, touching your things… holding your panties up to his nose as he came all over himself.

grunts of your name escaped his pouted lips, and his left yours as you drenched your fingers. but it wasn’t enough.

you needed him.

fueled by your insatiable lust you found yourself gazing at him more and more. as he sat on his messy floor, playing guitar or working on a dnd campaign. focusing intently on his fingers, and imagining just how good they would feel inside you.

but your favorite was when he was fresh out of the shower. his dark curls were drenched, water dripping down his inked chest. the patch of hair that disappeared beneath his towel drove you absolutely mad.

so you took a play out of his own book, sneaking into his room while he was working at benny’s. or coming home late from a gig at the hideout, surrounding yourself in everything that was so distinctly eddie.

eddie honestly wasn’t concerned when a few of his shirts had gone missing. or a pair of his cum stained boxers, a guitar pick… as he lost things all the time. he simply chalked it up to his forgetful nature, either he misplaced them or lent them to someone.

that is until tonight, as he peered through your window for what felt like the millionth time. his heart was in his throat as he instantly recognized the iron maiden shirt adorning your frame as his.

the realization dawns on him that you knew exactly what he’d been doing this whole time… and instead of being disgusted or upset, you liked it. enough so that you began doing the same thing to him.

that epiphany made any reservations or fears he still had fade into nothingness. the male decided that he couldn’t sit back and only watch you anymore.

he had to have you.

the brunette rose to his feet, pulling a pair of sweatpants over his long legs before slipping out of his bedroom window. quickly dropping onto the ground as he walks the short distance to your adjoined trailer.

his large hands grip the bottom of the window sill, pushing it open the rest of the way before he’s hoisting himself through it. a small gasp leaves you as he tumbles inside and onto your bedroom floor.

eddie is quick to get back on his feet, as you eagerly eye the obvious tent in his gray sweats. licking his plump lips as he sizes you up. he stalks forward like a predator, slowly crawling onto your bed and between your spread legs.

the male grabs your wrist, coaxing your fingers out of your drenched cunt. raising them up to his mouth, slipping them between his lips with a deep groan. “such a dirty little girl, aren’t you?”

for once you’re speechless, his actions jumbling your already fuzzy thoughts. you never imagined he’d actually come through your window, like you’d been dreaming about for weeks.

“speak for yourself munson…” your confidence suddenly comes rushing back, pushing your fingers deeper into his mouth. feeling your wetness pooling onto the bed sheets as he swirls his tongue around them.

“guess we’re both a little dirty, huh baby?” eddie chuckles as he removes your fingers from his mouth, now leaning over you.

letting yourself fall back against the pillow, his face mere inches from yours. this is the closest you’ve ever gotten to him, now noticing the light freckles dotted along the bridge of his nose. the dimple that indents his cheek as he smirks down at you, little things that you found utterly endearing.

his hands begin drifting down your sides, his smirk only widening as you shudder beneath him. “is that what does it for ya? you like being watched sweetness?” he grips the fabric of his shirt, starting to push it up your torso.

you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him flush against you. “i get off on you…” you slowly trail your lips up his throat, sucking harsh bruises onto his pale skin. the male letting out a husky moan as you nip at his ear, “getting off on me.”

eddie curses under his breath before he’s pinning you down against the mattress, his lips crashing against yours. your fingers tangle in his wild curls, kissing him back just as forcefully. all the pent up sexual tension and desire now spilling from both of you, as his hips rut into yours. feeling his hard length pressing onto your thigh, moaning into his mouth.

your impatience seems to get the better of you as you grip onto one of his wrists, guiding his large hand in between your thighs. a not so subtle way of telling him exactly what you wanted, the male nipping at your lower lip before he’s leaning back onto his knees.

spreading your thighs even wider, as his dark eyes zero in on the mess between them. his fingers dip between your folds, gathering your sticky nectar on the digits. swirling them around your swollen clit before moving lower.

the metalhead teases you as he circles the tip of his middle finger on your entrance. barely pushing it inside you before removing it, a wet squelch filling the room. “oh listen to her purr for me baby… you want my fingers inside you?”

you nod frantically, lifting your hips up in an effort to get him closer to where you needed him. but he pulls them away immediately, causing you to whine from the loss. eddie grabs your cheeks in his hand, squishing them together as he meets your hooded gaze. “i asked you a question, sweet cheeks.”

he watches as your eyes glaze over more, the dominance he was exuding turning your brain to mush. “and i expect an answer, or is that pretty little head of yours too fucked out for me?” his tone is condescending, borderline rude but it only seems to fuel the fire in between your legs.

you let out a soft whimper, the male letting go of your cheeks to trail his sticky fingers down your jaw.

“need your fingers eddie…” the male chuckles, wrapping his hand around your neck. hovering his face over yours, his thumb stroking the column of your throat.

“need them where, hm?”

you’re quickly becoming impatient, and he can tell from how your lips jut out into a pout. thighs closing in around his own, in an attempt to feel some kind of friction.

“come on now… don’t ya wanna be a good girl for me?” he can see the effect those words have on you, your pupils dilating and your breath hitching in your throat.

“put them inside me.”

while your tone is meant to be demanding, it comes out as more of a plea than anything else. your heart is racing in anticipation as his fingers trail down your stomach. cupping your cunt in the palm of his hand, “and what do good girls say?”

you now realize your mistake, the male raising a brow as he awaits your answer. “please touch me.” eddie is quick to reward you, plunging two fingers into your awaiting heat.

“see? now you’re learning,” another string of curses leaves his mouth as your walls tighten around his fingers and a high pitched moan falls from yours.

“shit sweetheart, you’re so fucking tight.” he curls the digits up, watching in awe as your back arches off the mattress.

“fuck i need to taste you,” he mumbles more to himself as he lays between your thighs. his tongue darting out, encircling your clit with an urgency you’ve never experienced with anyone else before.

the noises you’re making are music to his ears, and while he’s heard them before— you’ve never sounded quite so needy. pride blossoms in his chest knowing it was because of him, you needed him. he was making you feel this good.

your thighs begin to tremble as he increases the pressure of his tongue, pumping his fingers faster.

“m-more need more.” while eddie wanted to reprimand you for not using your manners, he’s been waiting to have you like this for far too long.

but he’d make sure you didn’t forget next time… if there was a next time. he hoped there would be.

he slips a third finger inside you, the long, thick digits reaching places you never realized existed until now.

and now that you knew what they felt like, your own would never suffice again.

“aww pretty thing, you gonna cum?” he chuckles mockingly as the sound vibrates against your core.

the feeling only aiding in bringing your release that much closer, as your eyes flutter shut. a harsh slap on your thigh has them flying back open, your eyes meeting his as he looks up at you from his position between them.

“eyes on me,” his tone is stern, commanding as his tongue returns to assaulting your swollen bud.

as you start to grind your hips up against his mouth, it pushes his fingers even deeper inside you. hitting that sweet spot that has you crying out a broken, “oh god, please.”

eddie hums against you, increasing the speed of his fingers. “i prefer master… but god has a nice ring to it.” if you weren’t on the brink of an orgasm you might have found that funny, not registering his soft laughter as he sucks harshly on your clit.

the sensation is what finally sends you over the edge, your thighs squeezing around his head and trapping him there.

not that he would ever dare complain.

once you settle back into the mattress is when he pulls away, crawling back up your body towards you. your excitement covers his chin in a light sheen, now tasting yourself as he kisses you with a bruising force.

you reach for the waistband of his sweats, tugging them down his legs. feeling his cock rubbing against the bare skin of your thigh, and you want nothing more than to feel it hard and heavy on your tongue.

“wanna taste you too eds,” you whine as he trails his lips across your jaw, sucking onto your skin. as much as he would love to have you gagging on his cock, his impatience had reached its peak.

“next time sweetness… need to be inside you.”

you clench around nothing at the thought of him filling you up. the promise of a next time making your heart flutter beneath your ribs.

eddie unwillingly untangles himself from you, now standing at the edge of the bed to remove his sweats. his cock stands at full attention as you sit up, eagerly crawling towards him. your mouth waters at the sight, finally able to admire him how you’ve been dying to for the last few weeks.

you wrap one of your hands around the base of his shaft, glancing up at him as you lick up the pre-cum that was smeared across his pink tip. the male grips a fistful of your hair in his hand, tugging you off his dick as a small whimper leaves you.

“hands and knees— now.” he nearly growls at you, releasing you as you continue to look up at him in a daze.

“don’t make me repeat myself baby.”

and as much as you would love to test how far you could push his buttons, that would be saved for a later date. so you do as you’re told, crawling away from him now on your hands and knees.

feeling his eyes trailing over the plush skin of your ass, “take a picture munson, it’ll last longer.”

what you don’t expect is to hear the snap of your polaroid camera, whipping your head around to see the shit eating grin he was sporting. setting the camera and picture down on your dresser once more, “just following orders sweet cheeks.” he chuckles, crawling onto the bed behind you.

eddie lands a firm smack on your ass, his chest now draped across your back. his hot breath fanning over your neck as he leans forward to whisper in your ear, “face the mirror, you aren’t gonna wanna miss this baby.”

your thighs clench together, now turning to face the full length mirror that stood across from your bed.

you glance at yourself briefly before your eyes trail upwards, now meeting his in the reflection. a cocky grin tugs at the corner of his mouth, his hands now roaming the full expanse of your ass.

feeling the tip of his cock brush against your core, pushing your hips back so you could feel more. eddie’s calloused hands grip you tightly, stopping any further movement on your part.

“don’t be fucking greedy, you’ll take what i give you.”

you squeak out a small apology, keeping your eyes focused on him as he rubs the tip of his cock through your folds. gasping once he slowly pushed himself into your awaiting heat, a strangled moan tumbling from his lips.

his eyes squeeze shut as he bottoms out, his balls flush against the curve of your ass. you feel incredibly full, the stretch so divine it makes your head spin.

“eddie please.” you mewl, watching as his brown eyes meet yours.

desperate for him to do something— anything.

eddie’s rings dig into your hips, his eyes glancing down to watch as he slides his cock back out. groaning as you’ve already coated his length in your arousal, a sight he’d only ever seen in his dreams.

“gonna give you everything,” he grunts before slamming himself back inside, knocking the air out of your lungs as you fall forward onto the mattress.

you grip the edge of it for support as he continues to rock his hips into yours, this new angle allowing him to rub against your sweet spot perfectly. keeping your eyes locked on the mirror, the image of him behind you— thrusting into you will be seared in your memory forever.

the black ink swirling on his skin, the light sheen of sweat on his chest. the veins in his forearms that are much more noticeable as he grips you tighter. he looks more like a greek god than anyone had a right to.

your jaw is slack, mouth hanging open as you continue to watch him. the little ‘uh uh uhs’ that leave your lips mix with the sound of your skin slapping together. now filling the quiet space of your bedroom.

“taking me so well— this pussy was made for me.”

eddie moans, completely distracted by the way your pussy flutters around him. the creamy ring that’s formed around the base of his cock expanding with each thrust of his hips.

“look at me,” you whine, that signature smirk returning to his features as he meets your eyes in the mirror once more.

“aww poor little baby,” he coos, slipping his hand between your thighs and landing a harsh slap on your already sensitive bud. “always need my eyes on you… don’t you?”

a string of curses slips past your lips as you nod your head. “need it,” you whimper as his calloused fingertips circle over your clit. “need you.”

your words seem to have quite the effect on him, a low growl leaving him as he fucks into you even harder.

“what do you need me to do, pretty girl? tell me.” it takes you a minute before you can answer him, the male having fucked any coherent thoughts from your head.

“n-need it inside.” is the best you can manage, but eddie understands all too well.

it’s what he had hoped you would say, “yeah, you want me to fuck you so full? ruin this pretty little pussy for anyone else?” your eyes roll back in your head, as the male wraps his other hand around your throat.

he handles you like a rag doll as he pulls you up, your back now flush against his sweaty chest. the action forces his cock even deeper inside you, brushing against your cervix. his hand that was wrapped around your throat is now cradling your jaw, guiding your gaze back to the mirror.

your half lidded eyes watch as he leans forward, his lips grazing the shell of your ear, “this pussy is mine now, got that sweetness?”

it’s suddenly all too much, the rubber band in your middle finally snaps as your body trembles in his embrace. cries of his name and ‘yours yours yours’ tumbling from your mouth.

the brunette watches in amazement as you drench his thighs, your bed sheets— the pressure almost forcing him out completely.

the metalhead curses as he continues to bounce you on his cock, the wet squelching of your pussy finally sending him over the edge. grunting as he pumps you full of his cum, your body falling limp against his chest.

you’re both panting as you come down from your highs. his touch on your hips is much more gentle than before as he coaxes you onto your back.

you hum contently, eyes fluttering shut as exhaustion hits you. eddie cradles your face in his palms, pressing soft kisses to each of your eyelids before his touch suddenly disappears.

your eyes fly open in alarm, reaching out for him as he presses a kiss to your knuckles, “don’t worry… you aren’t rid of me just yet.”

eddie chuckles as he spreads your thighs apart, his dark eyes watching intently as his cum drips out of you. pooling onto the bed beneath you, making an even bigger mess of your sheets.

his head dips lower, inhaling as he gathers the mixture of both your arousal onto his awaiting tongue. moaning before diving in deeper, “shit, we taste good together.”

“too much,” you whimper, wiggling your hips away from his eager mouth due to the oversensitivity.

eddie presses a kiss to each of your thighs before he joins you once more, collapsing next to you with a boyish grin on his face. you reach out to trace the stubble along his jaw, your fingertips brushing over his plump lips.

you feel him release a shaky breath against your fingertips, the look he’s giving you makes your stomach do a little flip.

“so… is it too late to ask you out on a date?”

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