#eddie munson x alt!reader
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 - 𝟏
Pairing: Eddie x F!Reader
Summary: After moving to Hawkings for a fresh start, you meet a boy with kind, brown eyes who will quickly become a friend and maybe something more. The only problem is: you took something that belongs to him by accident and now you don't know what to do.
A/N: Yes, there will be more parts. No, i don't know when. I hope this start doesn't suck.
You kind of hated how you had thought moving there was a good idea. Of course, your aunt had told you that she would welcome you with open arms if you ever decided to go and live with her but she had never told you that the people there seemed to look all the same and that everyone would have stared at you in a weird way, being the only crazy person who moved there after years of no new arrivals.
Hawkins was a small midwestern town located in Roane County in the state of Indiana and it wasn't hard to tell that it wasn't a very busy or interesting place even though you were driving down the main street for the first time, heading towards the house where you were supposed to live for quite some time, if everything would have gone as it should and your aunt hadn't decided to get rid of you after a few days, like you had basically done with your parents.
You looked first on the left and then the right side of the road, while the music was still playing loudly in the vehicle, trying to figure out which way you were supposed to go, then you remembered that you had a map of the city somewhere in your pickup.
You glanced at the back seats, where there were several suitcases and a few bags full of things that you would probably never need and which were just taking up a lot of space in your car already always full of various junk.
You noticed a lamp peeking out from a bag and wondered for the second time that morning what the hell was going on in your mind.
"C'mon, where are you?" You talked to yourself, searching through the sea of objects scattered on the dashboard: a concert ticket, some polaroids containing memories of a life you were leaving behind (which had fallen from the ceiling of the car where you kept at least fifty of them fixed with tacks), a horror book by an unknown writer (the school library had crossed it out because it was considered inappropriate for kids), a shoe whose match had been lost while you were packing your bags, a half-empty green spray can and no trace of the city map.
The car behind you honked: you had not moved for at least two minutes.
"I'm trying to figure out where I need to go! I'm sorry!" You shouted through the rolled down window before the car passed you and a man gave you the middle finger.
"Rude." You commented, sighing and thinking about what to do.
Did continuing to wander around the city until you found the right path make sense?
You were about to restart the pickup when you saw a boy who couldn't have been older than fourteen and a taller, blond boy wearing a green and white jacket talking to each other as they walked along the sidewalk.
You grabbed your leather jacket and got out of the car, hoping no one would complain about the inappropriate place you were leaving it. Your driving teacher was probably right when she told you you sucked at parking.
"I'll be right back Casper." You said to the thing in the passenger seat. Nobody responded.
You reached the two boys just as the blond guy took the hat off the younger one, laughing.
You didn't immediately understand what was happening.
"Sorry, do you know where I can find-"
"Hey! Give it back!" The younger one tried to grab the hat while the other laughed, raising his arm straight up so he couldn't reach it.
"Give what back?" The blond laughed.
You cleared your throat. The two turned to you suddenly.
"What do you want?" The older one asked in an annoyed tone, looking you up and down.
"I wanted to know where Piney Wood Lane was but now I don't wanna talk with you anymore. Give the hat back."
He snorted as if I had come to ruin the party. "You can never have fun with you weirdos around."
You caught it before it landed in a puddle as the blonde dropped it to the ground.
He pointed to the kid saying something like "I'm not fucking done with you" before walking away.
"What a nice guy!" You yelled after him as he turned the corner.
"As always." The younger commented.
"Is everyone like this around here? I just moved but people like him make me want to go back to where I came from." You handed the hat back to him with a half smile.
You hated people like that guy, you had never understood how anyone could take pleasure in making someone else suffer.
"Not all. Most but not all, some of my friends are really cool. Thanks for that." He put the hat back on his head, covering his short curls, on his face a grateful expression even if you didn't do much.
You found yourself wondering what these "cool friends" of his were like.
"Good to know." You sighed ironically.
“I'm Dustin, by the way.” Dustin smiled at you.
You said your name and shook his hand, you thought that you had known that kid for about five minutes and you would already do anything to protect him.
Dustin looked at the car parked behind you. “Your car is so cool!” He commented in amazement, pointing with his finger at the drawings standing out against the black background, on the side of it.
"Thanks, it's a mess but it represents me, I think."
“Wait, what is that thing sitting in the passenger seat?”
"Oh, that's Casper!"
"It's a-"
"A skeleton, yes. My biology teacher let me borrow it from his class."
Dustin looked at you questioningly.
"Okay, I stole it. But he's a great travel companion, and never complains about the music I choose."
Dustin laughed. "I swear, you would love my friends."
"And I really would like to get to know them but now, could you help me find Piney Wood Lane? I lost the map in the middle of all the shit in my car."
"Sure I can, I know that street!" The boy nodded, hoping that you could become one of his "cool friends".
That afternoon, what had become your room was already full of stuff scattered around and suitcases that you didn't feel like unpacking everywhere. The posters you would soon hang were on the desk but you had decided to leave Casper in the car for a while longer. You had put most of your clothes in the closet and packed a bag full of spray cans with the intention of going out and finding a nice wall to do your first mural in the new town.
That time you didn't have any of your friends to make sure the cops didn't come but you figured that for your first few days there, you could manage on your own.
You grabbed a book in case you found a quiet place to read: you felt safer when you went out taking a book with you, even if you weren't sure you'd find a place or time to read.
“Are you going to explore the town?” Your aunt asked with a smile as you came out of your room with your bag over your shoulder.
You couldn't help but be grateful to her, she had said she would treat you like a daughter and give you a room of your own and that was exactly what she had done. You hadn't seen her in years and you didn't know each other very well but for the moment you seemed to get along well and your relationship seemed more peaceful than the one you'd had with many people in your old hometown.
Maybe this was really a new beginning for you.
"Yeah, something like that." You tried to sound convincing.
"Okay, don't get in trouble on your first day here."
You smiled.
"Oh, I would never do that."
You jumped off the trash can you were standing on, in the alley you had chosen for your mural.
You turned the spray can in your paint-stained hands, observing the work on the wall in front of you: you liked dragons in fantasy stories, you thought it might be nice to experiment with something like that.
"Yeah, you don’t look that bad." You said to the creature painted on the wall, before noticing that the sun was starting to set and it was probably time to go home.
You put the spray cans back in your bag and threw the empty ones into the bins you climbed onto.
Then, you heard a noise.
"Please don't be a cop." You muttered to yourself, placing your bag over your shoulder and walking out of the alley.
The footsteps got closer.
"Please don't be a cop." You repeated, keeping your gaze down as you rounded the corner, hoping to escape, that way, from whoever was coming in your direction.
Of course, luck wasn't on your side, as always: you collided with the person who was coming in your direction and if they hadn't grabbed you by the arm you would have surely ended up on the ground like the rest of your stuff.
Your book, your bag, and several spray cans scattered across the ground, some rolling away from you.
"Shit." You said through your teeth, looking up to look into the eyes of the person you had collided with.
A gentle and slightly worried gaze met yours, his chocolate brown eyes watching you as if to make sure you were okay. His expression was completely different from the way the boy who was bothering Dustin had looked at you that morning.
His messy, curly hair was brown like his eyes and his slight smile was reassuring.
"Are you good?" He asked, letting go of your arm after making sure you wouldn't fall.
"Oh, thank god you're not a cop!"
“And neither are you, good for both of us.” He chuckled before helping you pick up what you had dropped. You did the same, so quickly that you didn't even realize you had put something in the bag that didn't belong to you.
"I'm fine." You grabbed the spray can he was holding out to you, your fingers grazed his, adorned with chunky silver rings, and the action made you feel a weird sensation that you couldn't identify and that only lasted a few seconds in your stomach, “thank you.”
"It's a pleasure. It's always nice to help pretty girls break the law." He chuckled.
"I wasn't breaking any laws." You rolled your eyes, aware that you both knew you were lying, almost without realizing that he had called you pretty.
"Then why did you hope I wasn't a cop?"
"Maybe I just think they're not nice."
"Well, believe me, I've been arrested several times and I can guarantee you that most of them aren't."
You raised your eyebrows. "You've been arrested several times? What the hell did you do?"
"You really don't wanna know."
“Okay mystery man,” You rolled your eyes, the boy laughed at the nickname and you immediately liked the sound of it, then you held out your hand, introducing yourself.
He shook it and you felt that feeling in your stomach again but decided to ignore it, “Eddie.”
"Okay Eddie, are you good at giving an unbiased opinion on a mural done in an alley while standing on garbage bins?" You asked and without even waiting for an answer you started pushing him towards the dragon on the wall.
Usually you didn't need random strangers' opinions on your street art but this time you felt like you wanted to spend more time with that metal singer looking guy with the sweetest eyes you'd ever seen. And also, he wasn't a stranger anymore, he was Eddie.
“Oh sure, I was born for that.” He stated confidently.
Your laughter echoed down the alley as you reached the mural.
"There we go. Now you are an accessory to the crime."
"Well, in reality.... I didn't do anything. I'm just an innocent witness."
"You have paint on your hands."
"I don't-" He looked at his palms and realized you had stained one of his hands with green paint when you held it. "Oh, fuck you."
You laughed. "So? What do you think?"
“I think it's worthy of being on the cover of a metal album, it's amazing, really.”
"Well, thanks. For now it will stay on the wall of a dark alley."
"Really, that's so fucking cool. You should do this as a job or something like that."
"Well, I'm still in high school and I'm looking for someone who needs a babysitter to earn some money so... not yet, I guess."
"Well then I guess we'll meet there."
“Are you still in high school?”
Eddie sighed, as if expecting a joke on that.
"Hey, we don't judge people here. What do you expect from a girl who's spending her Sunday afternoon with a stranger chatting in front of some garbage cans?"
"I expect her to be cool as hell. And well-" He paused, as if thinking about it carefully, "I think she is."
You couldn't help but laugh again.
When you got home you still had a stupid smile on your face. You liked Eddie, you liked the way he made you feel like you didn't have to pretend to be someone else around him, you liked the way he called you "pretty" five more times that afternoon, you liked the way his eyes lit up when he talked about music, you liked the way he kindly asked you if he could walk you home since the sky was getting dark and he didn't want anything bad to happen to you, you liked the sound of his laughter and the way he tried to hide the blush on his cheeks when you told him that your opinion on Hawkings had become better after you met him.
"Why are you smiling like that?" Your aunt asked you when you entered the house.
"I met a boy."
She smirked.
"Don't look at me with that face, I just met him. He was just being nice."
"Mh-mh sure." She laughed as you rolled your eyes and walked into your room, leaving your bag on the bed.
When you unzipped it, something inside caught your attention: a small, brown leather-covered notebook you'd never seen before.
Your first thought was how the hell did he end up in there, then you remembered your clash with Eddie a few hours earlier. Was it possible that you had taken it without realizing it?
You got under the covers with the notebook in your hands. It was small but the pages were so many and so thin that someone could have started writing in it years before and still not filled it all.
You knew you shouldn't have done it, it might have contained private things, but you couldn't resist.
You opened it.
As soon as you did, a black and white photo of a girl with dark hair and a sun dress fell off the first page.
She was smiling and she was really pretty, you wondered who she could be. In the background you could see a garden and the sun shining in the sky.
It was wrinkled as if someone had held it in their hands for a long time.
Then, you read the first lines of the first page of the notebook. The writing was messy but legible, some words had been crossed out and rewritten probably due to some grammatical error or unclear thoughts.
"I realized that I almost don't remember her anymore and that's the thing that scares me the most. I don't want to forget her."
You couldn't help but wonder how you could feel the pain in those words simply by reading them in an old, crumpled notebook.
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clumsy boy
eddie munson x plus size!fem!reader
summary: Eddie's in love with the cute alt-girl that works at the local hobby shop.
cw: fluff, pathetic eddie is my favorite, r calls eddie a "good boy", sub!eddie
a/n: no one asked for this and I should be working on like three other things but 🤷♀️ oh well lol
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Eddie needs to find a new hobby shop to get his mini figs from if he intends on living past thirty. Every time he walks through those doors he makes a goddamn fool of himself because of you and one of these days he's going to die from sheer embarrassment.
He wished today would be the day he perishes, but no, you're standing there staring at him and the entire display of discounted figurines that somehow got knocked all over the floor. Eddie knows he's beet red, stammering like an idiot while you look at him with a face that can't choose between laughing, incredulity and possibly, hopefully sympathy.
"Need help finding anything?" The teasing tone in your voice makes Eddie blush harder. Jesus he's an idiot.
"N-no. Sorry I didn't- I mean I did but it was an accident," Eddie drops to his knees, picking up the mess of boxes strewn under the table of marked down paraphernalia.
"It's okay, dude. Happens all the time," you smile at him when he hands you each box. It's not butterflies in his stomach but dragons. They're either breathing fire or he has indigestion, either way his stomach rolls nervously every time you look at him.
"I doubt this happens every time," Eddie tries joking, picking up the last box as he stands up and hands it to you.
"Only when you're here. I was trying to be nice." The way you lick your black lipstick covered lips and let your hand linger on his does feel pretty nice. So nice, the nicest girl he's ever met.
"Thanks for your help..."
"Eddie. I'm Eddie," he tries a smile that he hopes doesn't look as erratic as he feels, his heart hammering wildly in his chest. This is the most you've spoken to him outside of saying your customary "Hello" when he enters the store and telling him his total at the register. Your slight, smirking smile back tells him he might've not been successful but he doesn't care. He'll keep looking like a dumbass if you keep smiling at him.
"Thanks, Eddie." You start to walk back to your post at the register before you stop and turn around. "Try not to knock anything else over, okay? I don't want to have to start charging you for damages every time you come in."
Eddie gulps as you walk back towards him. No, stalk back. Like a lioness and he's your prey. He wants you to eat him alive.
Jesus, Munson. Easy boy.
"And if you're trying to get my attention, you don't need to knock things over to get it."
You poke his chest with one painted black nail and smile at him again. Eddie practically melts into a puddle on the floor, not even bothering to hide the slack-jawed way he watches your hips sway as you walk away.
Eddie manages to find the things he needs between trying to will his boner away and replaying that interaction over and over. At the register, you scan his things, all your attention on doing your job while Eddie tries to remember how normal people breathe.
You hand over his things with a smile and tell him to have a nice day. Eddie trips over his feet looking over his shoulder at you as he leaves because he just can't help himself.
Once he's home, Eddie dumps out his things on his bed and grabs his paints. He's about to throw out the recepit when something catches his eye. It's a number. And a name. Your name. Eddie's heart falls out of his ass. You gave him your number. He should play it cool. Wait a few hours. Maybe a few days. He doesn't want to seem desperate.
Eddie's plugging in your number before he knows what he's doing.
"Hello?"
Fuck, it really is you.
"Hey, uh, it's Eddie. From the hobby shop. I broke all your stuff?" Eddie cringes, banging his head on the wall next to the phone.
"Oh I remember you, Eddie."
Your voice carries through the line and curls around him, warm and soft and he needs to say something before he's breathing into the phone like a creep. But you're way ahead of him.
"I'm glad you called, clumsy boy. I rented a movie but I don't have anyone to watch it with."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, it's a real scary one too. Wanna come over and watch it with me?"
Eddie screams into his fist, thanking whatever otherworldly being has blessed him today.
"Sure, sounds fun," he says, cringing again at the way his voice cracks when he says "fun".
He can practically hear your smile over the phone as you give him your address, Eddie frantically writing it down in his nearly illegible handwriting on the edge of a takeout menu.
"See you soon, Eddie," you say before hanging up. Eddie clutches the menu to his chest and grabs his keys before floating out to his van.
Years later when you and Eddie own your own hobby shop, running games of D&D for local kids and selling comics and mini fics to your fellow freaks, Eddie asks you why you took a chance on a goof like him all those years ago.
"You really want to know, Munson," you tease as you run your fingers through his curls, sitting on the couch with him for your weekly scary movie night.
"I do," he smiles up at you from your lap. "I was pathetically in love with you, y'know?"
"Oh I knew," you laugh. "I saw you watching me every time you came in. You never hid it well."
"Pfft. I was a master of stealth."
"You failed every stealth roll, baby, don't lie."
"Then what?" Eddie huffs, crossing his arms.
"You, silly. The way you looked on your knees that day I gave you my number. All cute and flushed. I knew you'd be a good boy for me."
Eddie groans and rolls onto his side to bury his face in your soft tummy. "You're the worst."
"I'm right, though aren't I," you cackle at the way his face flushes, still in love with teasing him after all these years.
"You are, you terrible minx," Eddie looks up at you again and smiles, takes your face in his hand. "But I'm still desperately in love with you."
"Me too, clumsy boy. Me too."
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Saturday Night’s Main Event. - One Shot
Eddie Munson X Fem Reader
Friends to lovers
Summary: Saturday nights were always reserved for you and Eddie. Sharing his love for WWF he won’t let you watch Saturday Nights Main Event with anyone else. After half a bottle of whisky and a wild match between Hulk Hogan and Randy Savage Eddie’s convinced he can do what they do. When he tries to prove it to you things get out of hand and feelings are revealed.
Author’s Note: This is purely self indulgent with my own love for the campy-ness of WWE, Still pretty new at writing fan fiction so comments, likes, and reblogs are always welcome! My requests are open and if i feel like i can do it I totally will. I’ll be writing part 7 of my series after this. Master list (light editing don’t mind my typos 🙈)
Warnings: This is long and this is diiirrrrtyyy. smutty smut smut with feels and fluff. Minors DO NOT ENTER!
Tag List: @emotionaldreamer @tayhar811 @eddiethesexy
Saturday nights were always reserved for you and Eddie.
Once he found out that you also had a deep love for WWF he wouldn’t let you watch The Main Event with anyone else. That’s how Saturday nights had become your favorite night of the week. Hellfire on Thursday’s always a close second, those were the nights you got your best friend to yourself. Those were the nights that made you realize how hopelessly in love you were with with the metal head. You’d never admit it out loud, hell you hardly could admit it to yourself. Eddie brought a comfort to you, a comfort you never wanted to lose. Love was messy and cruel and you knew, you just knew the hardships in life would break you two. That’s what happened to your parents so why wouldn’t it happen to you? Eddie’s at home life was just another testimony to add to your list of evidence. You were more then content with this little bubble you had built around you two, confident in your ability to hide your real feelings just sitting under the surface.
You blame Hulk Hogan and Jim Beam for tonight.
You two were always so high energy when you were together, especially on these nights. It was so easy for you to lose yourself in the matches with him, feeding off each other. There was never any embarrassment when you’d both be screaming at the TV or jumping from you seat when a finishing move blew your mind.
Eddie and you are Squeezed together on his love seat practically vibrating with excitement as The Warriors intro music starts playing. You try to ignore the heat of his thigh pressed tightly against yours. Cursing yourself for picking shorts today, something about his denim touching your bare skin was sending you into a silent frenzy.
“Alright kids, I’m heading out.” Wayne’s gruff voice breaks both your attentions from the TV. He can’t help but smirk at the excitement thats written all over your faces, happy his nephew had someone to spend what he knows are lonely nights with. Wayne could see clear as day the way you stared at his nephew but he was letting Eddie figure that out on his own.
“I promise I won’t let y/n burn the house down.” Eddie grins slinging an arm over you in what you thought was just a casual gesture, but as you feel his muscles start to constrict around your neck you don’t realize your in an arm chokehold till your eyes are face to face with the crotch of his black jeans.
“Eddie! Let me go asshole!” You immediately start fighting against his grasp needing to get out of this position immediately. Was the universe working against you tonight?
When you finally break free you give Eddie a shove before turning around to see his Uncle was already half way out the door chuckling to himself at the sight in front of him.
“It’s not her I’m worried about. it you she’s probably the only reason this place is still standing.” He teases lightly. “Be good.”
“Yeah, yeah get to work old man.” Eddie’s tone is exasperated but the playful glint in his eyes gives him away. You loved catching moments like this. The soft side of Eddie you would get on these nights is what made you realize the depth of your feelings for him, especially once he started to get soft on you.
When Wayne shuts the front door Eddie’s up almost immediately when he sees a commercial break, lightly jogging to his room. It’s not unlike him to surprise you with some kind of booze he had stashed under his bed, always whatever he could manage to swipe from the corner store. It was never the fact he was drinking he was trying to hide from his uncle it was the having to explain where he got it.
When he comes back there’s a shit eating grin spread across his face as he shakes the small handle of brown liquid, as he gets closer you realize its a bottle of Jim Beam.
“Jesus Christ Eddie, Jim Beam? I was expecting beer.”
Rolling his eyes, Eddie takes his place next to you on the couch and you swear his legs are spread even wider as he leans back into his seat.
“It’s a special occasion sweetheart, it’s The Main Event before Wrestle Mania. I was scoping this out for days just for this.” Eddie’s looking at you like he can’t believe you’d expect anything else.
All you can think about is the fact that he just called you sweetheart. The pet names were new, you’d noticed he started casually sprinkling them in a few weeks ago. Princess, sweetheart, and now pretty girl. He dropped that one during the last campaign and if it wasn’t for the looks on the rest of the boys faces when the endearment left his lips you’d do your best to think nothing of it. But it was the only thing you thought about for the last two days.
“My mistake Munson, don’t get your panties in a bunch.” You tease snatching the bottle from his hand before twisting off the cap taking a swig, its warm going down your throat and when you meet Eddie’s eyes you don’t know if its the shot that’s making your insides turn to mush or the look he’s giving you.
“Just throwin’ em back huh?” Eddie grins grabbing the bottle from your hands, and you feel his calloused finger tips brush against yours. The light touch making your body react and you don’t understand what’s happening to your self control tonight.
“It’s the Main Event before Wrestlemania.” You counter back arching an eyebrow using his own logic against him.
“Touché, you got me there.” He winks before mimicking your previous actions, you can’t help but laugh at the sour face he makes after the bottle leaves his lips.
“God that is AWFUL!” He keeps smacking his mouth in hopes the bad taste will somehow leave his taste buds.
“It’ll get better as we keep going.” You giggle reaching out for his arm in reassurance. He tenses under your sudden touch, his big brown eyes look at your hand before making their way to your green ones. You can’t place what you see dancing behind his pupils when he licks his lips and they tug into a small smirk.
“Promise?” You swear he’s looking up at you from underneath his lashes. Was Eddie flirting with you?
The sound of Randy Savage’s intro music saves you from having to figure that out, your eyes darting back to the TV screen.
“Quit being a baby.” You finally settle on snatching the bottle from his ringed fingers again tipping it back, welcoming the harsh burn.
The excited energy from before finally returns to Eddie’s living room when Hulk Hogan makes his way into the ring, the show demanding the attention from both of you. You spend most of the match completely enthralled, passing the small handle back and fourth between each other. You don’t notice with the match having you both on the edge of your seat, also had you drink almost half the bottle. You definitely don’t notice how Eddie grips your knee every time there’s a close count out.
When Hulk Hogan finally gets Randy Savage to tap out Eddie’s grip on your knee is released as he stands up to whoop loudly, raising his fist in the air. His actions make his Iron Maiden shirt ride up slightly giving you a small glimpse of the happy trail on his stomach. The universe was definitely testing you tonight.
“What a fuckin’ match!” Eddie’s ecstatic when he turns around to look at you. His doe eyes are glossy and slightly blood shot, a result of the cheap liquor.
“Yeah, that was wild! The way that he picked him up and slammed him down like it was nothing?!” You can’t help but match his happiness when you finally gather the words to speak, Eddie and the whiskey making your brain fuzzy.
“You think I could do that? Like pick someone up like that?” He’s flexing his arm squeezing the muscle on his shoulder to try and gauge his physical abilities that way. You didn’t mean to laugh at him but you couldn’t stop it from bubbling out of your chest.
His brown eyes snap to you on the couch head thrown back gripping your stomach to try and regain control of yourself. Maybe if tears weren’t welling up in the corner of your eyes you would have noticed him position himself in front of you. It wasn’t until you felt the heat of his breath fan across your face that you opened your eyes enough to see him towering over you. His hands resting on either side of your hips on the couch caging you in.
“Are you laughing at me?” While the smirk on his face was menacing the look in his eyes show you slight nervousness. Almost enough to make you feel like maybe being this close has the same effect on him. You finally let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding.
“Why I would never! It’s completely believable for you to have the same athletic abilities as the WWF superstars Eddie.” Sarcasm is dripping from your words and his eyes narrow at you. The gesture makes your thighs press together.
You can feel his hands slowly make their way from the couch cushion before the heat of them are against your thighs. The squeeze he gives them is so gentle that your almost don’t know if it’s your imagination.
“You’re gonna regret those words pretty girl.”
Fuck. Pretty girl? Again?
Before you can react his grip tightens at the dip of your knees, and your being lifted off the couch. You knew Eddie was strong always having to watch him and Garett interrupt band practices with their impromptu play fights after taunting each other all day, but you didn’t think he was pick you up like a rag doll strong. The new knowledge goes straight between your legs.
You can’t help but squeal when you feel weight less for a second as he gives you a gentle toss up hooking his arms under your knees causing your legs to dangle on either side of his shoulders. His eyes are level with your stomach, the bottoms your breasts brush lightly against his forehead as your lean forward for balance, your fingers gripping into his waves for dear life.
“This isn’t TV Eddie, you need to put me down!” You try to sound serious but the uncontrollable laughter leaving your mouth doesn’t exactly sell it for you.
“Eddie The Banished has over zealous newcomer right where he wants her.” Eddie’s doing his best announcer voice as you feel his legs start to move you two towards the direction of his room. “It looks like yet again y/n’s mouth wrote a check her ass can’t cash.”
“I’m gonna beat your ass for real Eddie if you don’t put me down.” You tug at his hair a little harder to try and get his attention. When his eyes meet yours from between your legs you’re not prepared for the view from this angle, your body’s natural response to push your thighs together is stopped by his iron clad grip. You see something you couldn’t put your finger on flash over his face when he feels the movements of your legs and your cursing yourself for not having better control.
You don’t realize your falling until your back hits his mattress hard, almost knocking the air out of your lungs. Eddie’s laughing from between your legs, arms still loosely wrapped around just above your knees, his warm cheek is pressed against the smooth skin of your thigh. Your heart swelling at the pure joy that’s radiating off of him in this moment. You wanted to bottle it up and keep it for yourself for a rainy day.
“You almost killed us Munson, are you happy with yourself?” The smile on your own face threatening to break you in half.
He doesn’t move from his position after his laughter subsides, his grip on your legs tightening slightly before he responds.
“You know the maid didn’t clean my room today.” Referring to the combat boot he tripped on there’s a light tint of pink on his cheeks and your fingers twitch wanting to reach out.
That’s when you see the opportunity you couldn’t resist having positioned himself perfectly to use your favorite finishing move on him. His eyes go wide when he sees your thighs start to close in on his neck. He try’s to catch them before he can be trapped in but he’s too late.
“In a turn of events Eddie The Banished has been pinned by so called over zealous newcomer will he do the self respectful thing and tap out?” Mocking his announcers voice you tighten the muscles around his neck.
Of course Eddie doesn’t give in doing his best to try and break free, thrashing his head wildly against you. You’re too busy laughing at him that you don’t realize how close his movements have positioned his face to where you had only dreamed about him touching. The place he effects you the most. It’s when his nose accidentally runs the length of your covered folds that you notice, a load moan falling from your lips.
The silence that falls between you two is deafening and you wish you could somehow disappear into his mattress. When you go to release your hold on him his hands grip tighter to your thighs keeping them where they are, his nose runs along your length again this time with more pressure then before.
“Eddie.” Your voice is shaky when is comes out still trying to figure out if this was really happening or not, but then he does it again and your body shudders making you realize this isn’t a dream.
“Sweetheart, are you making a mess of your shorts for me?” Hearing Eddie talking to you like this sends another wave of arousal to your core.
“Open your eyes princess.” So lost in your thoughts you hadn’t realized you closed them.
When you finally open your eyes and look down the sight makes you bite down on your bottom lip another loud moan begging to come out. He’s rested between your plush thighs, the heat of his blown out stare makes you want to squirm, his tongue darts out licking along his bottom lip just inches away from your fluttering core. You can see his hips rutting lightly into his mattress needing the friction. He looks needy.
His fingers dig deeply into your warm skin “I said is this mess all over your shorts for me?”
Eddie’s dominant tone adds to the mess that’s building inside your panties, A fantasy of yours after you saw the handcuffs in his room. You’re mad that you’ve deprived yourself of the sight in front of you for so long, you don’t think you’ve ever been this turned on.
“Yes, Eddie.” Your voice is barely above a whisper.
“Yes what?” He’s not happy with your simple answers having thought about this moment himself for years. He runs his tongue flat along the wet spot on your shorts causing you to throw your head back and your hips push forward chasing him.
“Yes, I’m soaking through my shorts for you Eddie. I’m always wet when I’m around you.” You finally confess looking back down at him your bottom lip tucked between your teeth.
“That must’ve been really painful not being able to do anything about it huh?” He’s gentle with how he speaks but you can hear the condescending tone laced underneath it, he was getting off on how desperate you were for him. Still you can’t help it when you nod.
His finger tips trace down the length of the outside of your thighs until they hit the black denim of your shorts. They slide underneath the material squeezing tightly at the doughy flesh of your ass, groaning when he’s met with the lace trim of your panties.
“Lets get these off hm?”
Still only nodding, your voice leaving you Eddie makes quick work of the 4 metal buttons of your high waisted shorts his fingers curling around the top of them he pauses his eyes meeting yours.
“Are you sure you want to do this? You can tell me no and I’ll stop right now.”
Of course Eddie’s still making sure your comfortable, even seconds away from getting your pants off. You were a fucking goner.
“Are you sure you want to do this Eddie? I don’t think I can go back to normal after this.” You finally say wishing you could read his mind.
“I thought it was obvious.” He’s smiling so hard you can see the dimples in his cheeks “I’ve had a crush on you ever since you and your mom moved into the trailer park three years ago. If we do this, your gonna have to move away to get rid of me.”
“What if it doesn’t work out and we ruin everything? I can’t lose you Eddie.” All the reasons you’ve fought this for so long come rushing back to you now that the haze of lust has temporarily subsided.
Eddie pushes himself up, sliding his body against yours until you are both eye level with each other, still nestled between your legs. Propping himself up with one arm, his fingers reach out to brush the stray hairs from your worried face.
“I’ll always be here for you, even if life somehow fucks us up. I’ll never be able to stay away. Not for long.” the look in his eyes is so sincere that it almost brings tears to yours. “I love you.” He says the last part so quiet that you almost don’t hear it.
“I love you too Eddie, I always have.” Your confession comes out in a whisper and you can’t help but take his face in your hands crashing your lips into his. Finally giving into all of those years you fought against it. He doesn’t hesitate moving his lips against yours, his tongue begging for entrance licking at your bottom lip. Quickly granting him access you both moan into the kiss as it deepens. Both of you taking advantage of this opportunity to explore every inch of each other’s mouths trying to memorize exactly how it feels, Neither one of you wanting to forget any detail about this moment.
When you finally break away to catch your breath he makes quick work of the slope of your neck dragging with his wet lips across your skin, licking and biting at the soft flesh addicted to the sounds he elicits from you.
Your hands find their way to the bottom of his shirt, tugging gently silently begging for him to take it off. He sucks hard onto the sensitive spot behind your ear before pushing him self up on his knees. You watch with baited breath as his fingers curve under the hem up his shirt slowly dragging it up and over his wild curls. The view is even better then you could have ever imagined. His chest was smooth till it hit the happy trail you had gotten a glimpse of earlier and wanted to follow it, the demon head tattoo you had only ever seen the one time he flashed it to you at Hellfire was clear as day now. His pick necklace hanging above the dip of his neck. Pushing yourself up slightly you don’t stop yourself from reaching out this time, running your finger tips over the toned muscles of his abdomen watching them flex under your touch. Your nails drag through the rough hairs of his happy trail and it makes him suck his bottom lip between his teeth closing his eyes at the sensation.
“You’re so handsome Eddie.” You can’t help yourself as you eyes hungrily take in all the newly exposed parts of him.
When his eyes open there’s a look of adoration that dances inside them, he reaches out to cup your cheek in his hand, the cool of his rings biting into your hot skin.
“It’s your turn now pretty girl” His smile is gentle when his hand leaves you to join the other at the bottom of your shirt pulling it up. Eddie takes in an audible breath when he sees the black lace bra, he knows that it must match the lace he felt wrapped around your ass.
“Lace set y/n? Are you sure your plan wasn’t to seduce me tonight?” He can’t help but arch an eyebrow at you his grin turning lopsided.
Red takes over your neck and cheeks, you wouldn’t dare tell him that you made sure to wear a matching set anytime you knew you’d be alone with him. Despite your personal protests, you never wanted to not be prepared in case it ever happened. And now sitting here in front of him, you don’t regret your choices at all.
“Last time I checked you’re the one who wanted ‘wrestle’” you give him air quotes dodging his question.
Chuckling to himself Eddie shakes his head at you, his bangs falling messily in his face.
“Shut up, I’m trying to get you naked.” He teases pulling you against his chest, Taking advantage you start peppering your own open mouth kisses along the nape of his neck. His fingers tips brush against your back as he makes work of your bra clasps. Once he has them unhooked they ghost up your spine before gliding up to your straps, he takes his time pulling them down the curve of your shoulder. Bending down as he plants a soft kisses where the straps rested. His hair tickling the side of your cheek, you can feel how hard he is under his jeans.
“Let me see you.” His voice is low next to your ear and it makes you shiver.
You push yourself away from him leaving just enough space between you two for him to get a clear view as your bra falls away from you. Suddenly feeling vulnerable in nothing but your unbuttoned shorts, you’ve never been this exposed to Eddie. You can’t help but feel self conscious under his gaze as he greedily takes you in.
“Fuck - Sweetheart.” He lets out a loud breath through his nose. “Have you seen yourself in a mirror? Fucking perfect.”
Eddie’s words overwhelm you.
“Eddie, please just touch me. I need you.” Your voice shakes when you reach out for his hands bringing them to your breasts, your nipples hardening instantly under his touch.
His eyes close tightly when he feels how your body reacts to him a low growl leaving his chest. When his eyes open they are completely black and you can feel yourself dripping down your thigh, pressing them together desperate for some relief. Your words causing a shift in his demeanor.
“You need me huh baby?” His voice comes out like a purr as he bends down to capture one of your pert nipples in his mouth.
“Shit- Eddie!” You gasp as his tongue swirls around the hard bud before taking it between his teeth, your hands are buried in his hair holding him closer. When he’s finally satisfied with both he lets the one he’s working on fall from his mouth with a loud pop. His big doe eyes are almost unrecognizable when they meet yours, he looks like he’s ready to devour you and you can’t help the shudder that runs deep through your body. His hard on looks painful pressed against the zipper of his jeans and all you want to do is help him. Reaching out you cup the swollen bulge with one of your small hands, making him close his eyes at contact. He’s rock hard. A surge of confidence fills you knowing that you were the reason for how fucked out he was right now.
“Who’s got you so hard baby?” Its your turn to indulge in his torture.
He doesn’t give you any time to answer, grabbing your hips harshly twisting you around. With your back against his chest you can feel just how labored his breathing his. With out warning he ruts himself into your ass so hard you have to grab ahold of his bed frame in front of you to keep your balance a needy moan falling from your lips. You wanted him so bad.
His fingers dig into your sides begging to bruise your soft flesh pulling you flush against him, his lips trace down the shell of your ear and it makes you shiver.
“You know who’s got me this hard. Those fucking shorts had me readjusting all night.” His right had leaves its place on your hip and finds it way into your pants pushing past your underwear his fingers trace up your soaking entrance, his middle finger dipping lightly into your hole and you can’t help but flutter around him.
“Fuck, she wants me so bad she’s trying to suck me in pretty girl.” You can feel the proud smirk against your skin. “And she’s so fucking wet.”
You were starting to get impatient with how slow he was going, your body almost in pain with how turned on you were. Reaching behind, you do your best to undo the button of his jeans, when you succeed you shove desperately trying to get to what you want so badly. His hands are quick to leave their spot from teasing your entrance to grab your wrists, his grip is tight.
“Don’t just grab at me, use your words.” His tone I commanding and it adds to your desperation.
“I need you to fuck me Eddie. Please just fuck me.” The last part comes out as a whine and if you weren’t so lost in him you’d want to slap yourself for sounding so needy.
“Good girl, was that so hard?” You can feel the cockiness radiating off of him as you hear the jingles of his chains still giving you what you want shimmying out his pants. The weight of his dick hits the small of your back pre cum wetting your skin at contact. Your grip on his bed frame tightens a whimper leaving your mouth as you push yourself back against him needing more.
“Needy aren’t you?” He’s taunting as he nips at the skin of your shoulder blades, his hands making quick work of your shorts before he’s leaning back. “I just wanted to see these panties first pretty girl. You wear these for me?” All you can do is whimper pressing your thighs together tightly trying to relive some of the pressure against your swollen clit.
His fingers knead the fat of your ass cheek before spanking lightly testing the waters.
“I asked you a question. Did you wear these for me?” His lips are against your ear again and your feel him finally start to push the lace down your hips.
“Yes.” You bite your lip ready to confess to him what you swore you wouldn’t. “I wear them every time we hang out...just” You can’t finish your answer when you feel two of his fingers dip into you without warning. Your head falls back against his shoulder a loud moan echoing through his room as you feel yourself griping tightly at the slow motion of his fingers. He pushes them even deeper and you can feel the metal of his rings at your entrance, your mouth hanging open in a silent scream. He was so deep.
“Just what? Just in case you let me fuck you sweet heart? That’s so fucking cute.” He chuckles darkly in your ear removing his fingers from their place inside of you to draw figure eights on your swollen nub and your eyes roll in the back of your head.
Your grab of his hands stopping his motions tired of his teasing, you waited too long for this.
Twisting around you push with enough force to knock him on his back, the view of his hard on is even more intimidating from this angle. Eddie’s shocked expression immediately turns hungry when he sees you kick of your panties completely, he can see how wet you are from here. Its almost a reflex when he reaches out to wrap his fingers around himself for relief. A hiss leaving his mouth, sensitive to his own touch but his eyes never leave yours.
Crawling up him you let the tip of his cock run down the length of you before you rest yourself perching at his tip and it makes him throw his head back with his bottom lip tugged tight between his teeth a mental image he never wants to forget.
“Looks like I’m the one who pinned you Eddie The banished.” His eyes snap up at your words and before he can protest you take him in, completely bottom out.
“Jesus-fuck” Eddie screams, his fingers grabbing harshly to your waist, there’s a light sting of pain at his size but when you feel him twitch inside you it sends another wave of arousal through you coating him even more as you start to rock your hips. You hands are spread across his chest and you have a perfect view of his fucked out expression, his mouth is slightly open, eyebrows furrowed together in concentration and his eyelids heavy with lust.
“You feel so good Eddie. So big. So full.” Your hands leave his chest so you can move faster, his tip hitting your sweet spot and you’ve waited long enough to cum.
“You gonna cum princess?” His tone sounds sweet when he asks you and all you can do is nod feeing your self getting dangerously close to falling off the cliff you’d be climbing.
In the blink of an eye your high is ripped away from you, Eddie grabbing your hips firmly pulling himself out of you. Flipping you over Eddie rests himself between your spread legs his hard cock resting against your entrance. His pink mushroom tip hits your clit with every breath he takes and it makes you rock hips against him desperate to find your orgasm again.
“Over zealous new comer yet again gets herself into trouble with her smart mouth. Eddie The banished is in for the pin.”
Your eyes widen at realization of this words and just like you did to him he doesn’t give you anytime to answer before he’s bottoming out inside of you. Your scream is silent as he some how feels even bigger from this angle. Feeling generous Eddie gives you a minute before he pushes himself back up on his knees, hooking his arms under your thighs lifting your bottom half up with him. You are completely at his mercy from this position and you can feel your walls tighten around him again in anticipation.
“Will she do the respectable thing and tap out?” He arches and eye brow at you slowly twirling his hips and it feels so good.
Meeting Eddies’s eyes you push your hips up into him taking him deeper and it makes his eyes roll in the back of his head. “I’m not fucking tapping out, so why don’t you fuck me?”
You swear you hear him growl at your words, his grip tightening around your thighs as he begins thrusting into you hard and deliberate your tits hitting your chin with every stroke.
“Such a dirty fuckin’ mouth pretty girl. I’m gonna make you cum harder then you ever have and then you’ll learn to challenge me.” One of his hands reaches between your legs, his fingers find your clit and it makes your head fall back a low moan falling form your lips as his thrusts continue to hit that sweet spot inside of you once again.
Between his fingers working your swollen nub and the deep strokes of his cock you could feel the coil start to tighten in your stomach again. The only word you knew was his name, it’s the only thing that left your mouth as he continued never slowing down.
“Look at me, I wanna see your eyes when you cum, I can tell your close baby. Cover me, tell everyone who’s making you feel this good. Fuck all I’ve ever wanted was to see you cum.” Eddie’s words are dunk with lust as he watches your green eyes open and meet his. Your walls are sucking him in as you can feel yourself start to fall apart at his words.
“Fuck Eddie, I’m cumming.” You gasp as his tip hits at a slightly different angle, your mouth falls open as you watch his dark eyes hungrily devour you as your orgasm washes over you. The feeling of you coming undone around him makes Eddie’s orgasm dangerously close behind you, his thrusts getting sloppier as your walls continue to flutter around him.
“Shit- I’m gonna cum.” You can feel his grip loosen around your thighs to get ready to pull out and you clamp your legs around his arms so he can’t move still milking him, his eyes go wide at your actions
“I said I’m gonna cum, Shit-fuck I can’t stop.” His words come out as a whine as his eyes close tight his cock twitching inside of you before he’s painting your walls with himself. You don’t think you’ll ever get enough of this feeling, thankful for birth control. Eddie’s body finally collapses on top of you still not daring to pull himself out, you both lay there for a second catching your breaths, with your arms wrapped around him you enjoy the feeling of being connected. Something about it makes you feel complete, like there was a piece of you that he held and you didn’t know how bad you needed it until now.
When Eddie finally breaks away from you he’s propping himself up on his forearms so he’s eye level with you, there’s a shit eating grin on his face and you know he’s about to ruin this moment.
“So I definitely won that match.”
You roll your eyes so hard you think they might get stuck in the back of your head.
“It was a no contest match sorry.” Your snort pushing him away but he doesn’t budge.
“Well, good thing your spending the night. I’m demanding a rematch, this is the beginning of a long feud pretty girl, I hope your ready.” Eddie’s still grinning as he bends down to capture your lips. The feeling of Eddie still inside of you and the love he was trying to convey to you in the way his lips moved against yours, you’re glad you didn’t have to fight it anymore because honestly it’s even better then you could of ever dreamed
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Eddie Munson x Goth! Reader
She's a little strange... but he likes it
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#eddie munson#stranger things#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x black!reader#eddie munson x alt!reader#eddie munson moodboard#stranger things moodboard#~♡picture-packs♡~
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fic where eddie and goth reader fuck in a cemetery
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Tequila Sunrise (Eddie Munson x Reader) [18+]
Summary: You get drunk with your best friend after his gig, and the only evidence you have of anything that happened after you blacked out is a stack of Polaroids you find in his dresser the next morning.
Warnings: tequila, naked Eddie, explicit descriptions of s*xual acts, anxiety, scrambled eggs (sorry vegans)
Word Count: 2k
Author's Note: inspired by / accompaniment to this photo edit by @eddieonfilm. it's an unofficial collab but a beautiful one. this might be my favorite fic i've posted. characters are aged up bc i am also aged up. also whenever i censor s*x in my descriptions i always imagine myself saying it like miranda hart. just. very awkward and tall and british. trying to be decent for bbc standards and practices.
(edit by eddieonfilm. original by @zerlinity )
The first thing that hits you is the pain. It's achy, throbbing, like a sinus infection conjured up by the devil himself. You roll over, groaning at the way your head feels like it's filled with bricks.
Something heavy shifts around your waist - a grip you don't notice until it tightens. Someone else's skin against yours.
Your eyes shoot open. You're not asleep on the pull out couch in Eddie's living room like you remember agreeing to last night. You're in his bed. And you think you might be naked.
Panic overrides your growing hangover and you sit straight up, trying to remember something, anything, from the previous evening. It was late when the gig ended, and Eddie didn't like the idea of you taking the long train ride back to your apartment alone - he offered to let you stay at his instead, which you did. You got slices of pizza from the place downstairs; came up and ate them with a couple beers. You were both already tipsy, and Eddie kept teasing you about what a lightweight you are.
And of course you opened your big stupid mouth and bet him you could drink him under the table.
That's when the tequila came out. That's where your memory ends.
To your relief, you look down and find your torso covered by a faded black t-shirt. You're horrified all over again when when you realize it's ridden up over your waist, everything south of it exposed. Your panties are on the floor beside the bed.
There's a sharp intake of breath beside you, followed by the rustling of sheets and a dip in the mattress. You look over and see that Eddie is also awake, shirtless, and now laying on his back, staring up at the ceiling. After a moment he side eyes you, not moving his head but meeting his lovely brown irises with yours. Despite yourselves, you smirk at each other.
"You look like shit," Eddie comments.
"I feel like shit," you reply.
He chuckles, running his large palm down his face.
"Yeah... me too."
His hand finds your back, rubbing it gently as you lean over with your face in your palm, trying to ride a wave of pain that crashes at the inside of your skull. You wonder how he can be so calm. Casual about something so intimate.
"... Did we fuck?" he wonders.
You let out a heavy sigh, the question making your headache that much worse.
"If we did you weren't very good at it," you remark. "I'm not sore at all."
The pillow he'd been laying on smacks against the side of your head. You shriek, and Eddie grins despite the grimace that pinches his brows.
"Not so loud," he groans. "I feel like I've got a knife between my eyes."
"Shoulda thought of that before you brought out the tequila."
"I'm not the instigator here, tuts."
He sits up and nestles his chin into the crook of your neck, giving you an impish smile.
"I think you lost your little drinking game."
You plant your hand over his face and shove him off you. He chuckles as he flops back down onto the mattress.
Tugging your t-shirt (which you now realize is actually Eddie's) down so you don't reveal anything more than you want him to see with sober eyes, you crawl off the mattress, intent on finding anything with caffeine you possibly can in his kitchen. You pause when something on his dresser catches your eye.
A Polaroid.
A Polaroid of your tits.
You snatch it up, staring at it in horror. What's even worse is that there's more of them, scattered across the cigarette-burned wood and stained carpet below. You sift through them, thankful at least for the fact that they aren't just of you. Many of them are of Eddie - holding a lighter to the cig between his lips, head flung back as he takes a shot, tongue hanging out and middle fingers up, mid-laugh.
His bare torso spread out on his sheets as he smirks up at you.
His hand gripping the small of your back while he tugs at the waistband of your panties with his teeth.
His head between your legs, lips pressed to the inside of your thigh.
You jolt when Eddie's arms curl around your middle, a gesture much more involved than what your relationship (or at least your relationship before the night previous) entails. He plucks one of the photos out of your hand, letting out a little cackle.
"Damn, looks like we did fuck last night," he muses.
His expression suddenly drops, going from amused to grim in less than a second. You catch the change in the mirror and whip around to face him.
"What?"
He swallows heavily, like his throat is full of sand.
"I, uh... We didn't... I... I don't have condoms."
You blink.
"... What?"
You smack at his chest, focusing on the slap of his skin against your palms so you don't faint.
"You're in a band!" you shout. "Why don't you have fucking condoms, Eddie?!"
"You've met my band!" he yells back at you. "We're fucking dorks! You really think we're all getting pussy 24/7? Women terrify me! And I don't want a fucking STD!"
"THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE CONDOMS!"
You slump back against the dresser, any bit of humor you could possibly find in having been drunkenly railed by your best friend completely vaporized. You're not on birth control, and as far as you know, your reproductive bits work exactly as they're supposed to - possibly even better than they're supposed to, since you've been ovulating for the past week and, subsequently, hornier than usual. Unless Eddie got a vasectomy he hasn't mentioned, there's no way you're not harboring a little stowaway.
"Hey."
The warmth of Eddie's palms settling against your cheeks snaps you out of your downward spiral. He gently tilts your head up so you meet his eye, his panicked demeanor replaced by the soft, calm side of him you've only seen a handful of times. It's enough to send the tears stinging your waterline spilling over onto your cheeks.
"No way in hell I'm letting you have a kid, least of all my fucking kid. There's a pharmacy on the corner. We'll walk down together, get you some Plan B - that I'll pay for - and have breakfast at the diner next block over. Yeah?"
You nod, sniffling and wiping at your now blotchy, tear-stained face.
"Yeah," you agree. "Yeah... yeah, okay. Yeah."
The journey to the pharmacy is silent, but not uncomfortable. Eddie walks with his arm linked in yours, keeping you pressed to his side as if trying to shield you from prying eyes; he doesn't leave you alone, either, a hand always at the small of your back or locked around your shoulders.
As you make your way out of the contraceptive aisle, he tosses a few pregnancy tests and boxes of condoms into your basket, "just as a precaution". The woman who rings you up takes one look at the scandalous haul and tsks, fixing you with a shaming, disdainful glare.
"Something wrong?" Eddie quips. He wraps an arm around you, tucking you behind him ever so slightly so you're out of the woman's eyeline.
"No," she responds through tight lips. "Sixty-two eighty, please."
At the diner, Eddie asks for a booth in the corner, away from the counter and the front door. You unwrap the medication and take it as instructed, swallowing it down with a cup of weak, slightly burnt coffee. The heavy, greasy plate of hash browns and eggs you're served stills your spinning headache, grounding you along with the feel of Eddie's hand on your thigh.
"How you feeling?" he asks once you return to his apartment.
You nod, too shy to meet his gaze.
"Better," you tell him. "... Thank you."
Eddie lets out a heavy sigh, taking the few steps forward he needs to reach you and wrapping you in a tight, tender hug. You don't hesitate to return it, your hands gripping at the thin fabric covering his back.
"I got you," he murmurs into your hair. "It's gonna be okay."
You can't bring yourself to leave him, so you spend the rest of the day on his couch, watching reruns of The Mary Tyler Moore Show and listening to him strum nervously at his guitar. Around dinner time, he offers to pick you up a pizza to share, which you say you'll pay for to thank him. He doesn't let you.
While he's gone, you take a quick shower, washing away the remnants of last night's debauchery. You step out of the bathroom to find him reclined on the sofa, legs kicked up on the coffee table, cigarette dangling between his lips as he sorts through the Polaroids that were left on his dresser. A box of fresh pizza lays open on the kitchen counter; three slices are missing, and there's a paper plate and napkin waiting for you (you're not sure Eddie even owns any actual dishes).
"You should quit smoking if you're gonna be a dad," you tease him in a deadpan, joining him on the couch with dinner in hand.
He chuckles, tossing a photo of your tongue licking at the head of his cock onto the table. You hate that the sight is so... appealing to you. That you're a little disappointed you don't remember doing it. That you kind of want to do it again.
"Maybe if I'm lucky it'll stop my balls from working," he mumbles.
His hands stop shuffling as he looks at the photo currently in them. He removes the cig from his mouth, exhaling long and slow; contemplative. You lean over to see what's caught his attention.
To your surprise, it's a picture of your face. You're pressed into the pillow on the right side of his bed, eyes lidded, lips curled into a blissful smile, hair knotted with traces of his fingers having run through them and yanked at your scalp. You're clearly fucked out. But you're also... gazing at him. Seeing him. Giving him the kind of heart eyes you only ever do when you're sure he's not looking.
"I remember why I took this one," Eddie says. "I thought... I thought you looked really pretty. My heart felt like it was gonna... fuckin' explode or something. I was wicked happy I finally had you in my bed and that you were gonna fall asleep next to me and... I wanted to keep that moment."
"... Finally?"
His eyes snap up, clearly shocked that he said that exact word out loud. For a moment he says nothing. For a moment you're unsure what the hell there is to say.
But then you're throwing yourself onto him, latching your arms around his neck and trapping his waist between your thighs, holding him like he's the last thing you're ever going to touch. He hugs you back, burying his face in your shoulder, his hands reaching up under your shirt to stroke loving patterns along your back.
"I love you, Eddie Munson," you whisper into his neck.
"I love you," he breathes. "God... I fucking love you. So fucking much."
BONUS:
you and eddie lean over the sink in his apartment, staring at the overturned pregnancy test inside it.
"ready?" you ask.
he nods.
you flip it over.
one pink line.
eddie shrieks - literally shrieks - with relief and lifts you into his arms, spinning you until you're dizzy.
"oh thank god," he gasps, repeatedly kissing your cheek. "ohhhhhh thank god thank god thank god. i'm gonna celebrate by fucking you dumb."
🌹💀get your eddie fix💀🌹
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Late Fee on Love - Oct. 27
Eddie Munson x Alt!Fem!Reader
Eddie seeks Steve's assistance in wooing you, but his plan takes an unexpected turn.
★Late Fee on Love ★My Masterlist
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18+ only! Minors DNI.
Imagine Eddie with an alt!black girlfriend. You both have a couple of classes together. One of them where you both sit next to one another. There were times when you’d both ask each other simple questions like “Did you do the homework?” Or “Is there a test today?” But nothing past that. He always found you extremely attractive but didn’t know how to approach you, not wanting to mess up his chances before anything even starts.
But one day he sees you wearing a Metallica shirt that’s cropped, adored with safety pins and holes with a black patent leather corset. He thought it was so hot. Sometimes he’d picture you wearing something similar in bed. Wearing nothing but your corset and spiked choker. He loved when you wore red or black lipstick, wondering what your lips would like wrapped around his dick. He has to shake off the thought before he becomes harder than he already is. He figures it’s now or never. He turns to you in class while the teacher isn’t looking.
He swallows deeply before whispering, “you like Metallica?”
You turn to look at him. “Yeah, they’re one of my favorite bands.”
His eyes widen in surprise, “No way, they’re mine too!”
You smile at him. “Really?!”
He nods his head and before he can say anything. Ms. O’Donell clears her throat and looks at Eddie. “See me after class, Mr. Munson.” To which he does, but to his surprise you were waiting outside the class. He looks at you with those beautiful doll eyes.
“What are you doing here?”
“Well, I know we don’t know each other, but I wanted to ask you something.”
He swallows and says. “Okay, what’s up?” While saying to himself in his head, “don’t mess this up, don’t this mess up!”
“You mentioned liking Metallica…and well… I had got two tickets for me and my friend to go see them live in concert but she can’t make it. And…I was wondering…if you’d like to go with me?”
His brain starts to short-circuit. He can’t believe that his crush had asked him on a date. Well, not exactly a date but still! He almost forgot how to breathe. He came back to reality.
He nodded and smiled at you, “Y-yes! I’d love to!”
Since then you two have been super close. He even worked the nerve up to ask you to be his girlfriend by making you a spooky basket. You both discover new music and new bands together. He watches all the horror movies with you, even the ones he’s a bit scared of. You do his eyeliner before his shows. Sometimes he’ll even wear some of your spiked chokers. Even applying some glitter to his cheekbones. He talks to you in-depth about his DND campaigns, going as far as to ask you about your opinion. Even when you don’t know a thing about it. So you took it upon yourself to secretly learn about it. You wear his Hellfire shirt when you sleep over his place. He loves you in it. ❤️🔥
A little moodboard included cause I felt like it ❤️🔥✨☺️ (none of this pictures are mine. I don’t claim them.)
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THE PERFECT GIRL – E. MUNSON
𖥻 summary: in which eddie makes a mixtape for you.
𖥻 pairing: eddie munson x alt!reader.
𖥻 warnings: this is part of my alt!reader concept, but can be read as a standalone. poor grammar possibly. not proofread.
💭 liv's thoughts: a big thanks to @saintlessmunson for reading my first draft <333 i only function on sudden urges and this is another one of them. just a compilation of songs that were important to the development of your relationship w eddie.
it was supposed to have 5 songs, but i wrote about 3 bc i'm lazy <3 really hope you enjoy it!
the fic's playlist.
DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK IF YOU'RE UNDER SIXTEEN.
IS THERE SOMETHING I SHOULD KNOW?
do you feel the same 'cause you don't let it show
Eddie almost regretted stepping foot inside the old record shop that day, especially when the music coming from the speakers was so loud that it could be heard from across the street; the annoying sound of Simon Le Bon's voice piercing through his ears as he miserably made his way inside. Walking with his head low to keep people from staring at him, he went straight to the Weird Al Yankovic section, trying to get this over with already.
His fingers expertly went through the selection of records, even though he knew he wouldn't be able to find whatever record Dustin didn't have because he simply didn't know what it was. It would've been so much easier if he could just gift the boy the new D&D book, or some great figures – but what could he possibly give to a kid who already has everything? His favorite artist's new album, of course. And that's what he intended to do if only he knew what his latest record was called.
"I always took you for a Judas Priest type of weird. Didn't know you were taking a step further," a familiar voice said, getting closer. He slowly looked to his side, realizing that you were walking towards him, in your full gothic attire; a cute lacy dress, with fishnets and heavy boots, all in black, of course. Eddie wasn't really in the mood to bicker, but for you, he could make an exception.
"It's not for me, Dracula," he muttered, still very focused on going through the endless records in front of him – half of them were just copies of the same title, which made more sense than Weird Al making so many records. "I'm buying this for Henderson. The small kid, curly hair, always with a cap".
He absentmindedly explained, going through the kid's most striking features.
"Yeah, I know who he is. And he already bought Polka Party last week".
"I'm sorry?" he turned to you, a big confused frown on his face.
"Polka Party," you repeated slowly, even though he still didn't understand what you said, "you know… his latest record? That's what you're looking for, right? Henderson already bought it."
"Shit," Eddie lamented, wincing slightly. "That's what I was going to buy him".
"That's too bad. Maybe you should try Tiny Tim, then", you suggested and saw that Eddie contemplated the idea, before rejecting it vehemently. "Well, then I have something that he might like".
"Yeah? And what is it?" he asked as he let go of the records, turning his body around completely to face you.
"It's called Licensed to Ill by the Beastie Boys. It just came in, so I highly doubt that he'd have it already", you explained as you guided Eddie to the newest releases shelves. "It has everything a teenage boy would like, I guess. Beer, girls, idiotic screaming…"
"Seems cool enough. What are they? A rock band?"
"They're rappers", you said and that didn't ring any bells for the metalhead. "Oh my God, don't you watch MTV at all?"
"Only the Heavy Metal Half-Hour. Don't really like any of the VJs", he shrugged. "Why do you sound so surprised? I mean, Duran Duran has been playing and I don't see you complaining. Aren't they out of fashion already?"
"Well, Marie's the one picking the music today, so if I say something I'd probably get fired", you put your hands up, showing that you are defenseless. "But don't you think you're a bit too close-minded?"
"Because I don't know the Beast Boys?"
"Beastie Boys", you correct him as you hand him the record. A jet is crashing into the side of a mountain on the cover, which definitely caught his attention. As he analyzed the album, you smiled lightly, finding the way his brown eyes scanned the cover to be very cute. "But it's like you live in your own little metal world… doesn't it get boring sometimes?"
"With Ozzy Osbourne? Never." he offered you a sly smile as his eyes shoot up to look at your face.
"You know, some people wouldn't even consider Ozzy to be metal," you teased him slightly and he loudly gasps, absolutely offended by your affirmation.
"Don't you ever say that again!"
"Oh, but I will! And I can even argue that you, Edward Munson, aren't metal at all."
"And why is that?" he asked, genuinely curious. "Because you just said that I am a close-minded metalhead, sweetheart".
"You know exactly what I mean! C'mon, half of the bands you like are hard rock, and I am including Led Zeppelin and Black Sabbath on that list".
"Sure, Vlady." he rolls his eyes at you, walking to the nearest listening booth, with you on his tail. Eddie was already taking the vinyl out of its sleeve before asking you, "Any suggestions?"
"Rhymin' and Stealin', or No Sleep 'Til Brooklyn. They're the most metal of them".
"Nah, no metal. 'Cause now that I am a fully open-minded person, thanks to you, I think I'll go with…" he taunted you for your fruitless try to start one of your bickerings. "Hold It Now, Hit It".
"Great pick", you encouraged him, even though you knew he wasn't going to like it.
CRAZY TRAIN.
i'm living with something that just ain't fair.
"Haven't you had enough of following me around, weirdo?"
"Nope. In fact, I would like to follow you some more", he answered as he keeps trailing behind you, putting up Madonna's True Blue cardboard cut-out next to the album shelves. "Killer jeans, by the way".
"Gross," even though you tried to seem annoyed by his statement, the smile on your face betrayed you. Thank God he couldn't see it. "But I'm afraid you won't have much time to appreciate it, since I'll be leaving in… five minutes".
You said after checking your wrist clock, then helping him to stabilize the life-size Madonna on the floor. Then, you took a few steps back to appreciate the result of your teamwork.
"What? I thought you worked until five!" he exclaimed as he let go of the cardboard. The abrupt motion almost took it down, but you swiftly put it back to its original place. "Sorry".
"Stalker much?" you playfully ask, making his cheeks blush lightly. When you were finally done with the Madonna cardboard, you walked to the store's counter, leaning down to get your backpack. As you started to organize your things, you explained, "I worked overtime yesterday, so Marie is covering for me today".
You felt his gaze follow you intensely, watching how your hands moved as you grabbed your own cassettes, your coat, and a few fanzines and stuffed them back into your bag. To be quite frank, you were actually enjoying having his attention on you, seeing the things you liked – maybe he could get to know a bit more about you by seeing your Echo and The Bunnymen tape.
"Do you- um…" when he sees you sling your backpack on one of your shoulders, he begins to muster up the courage to ask, but as he senses your eyes on him, his voice falters a bit, "do you want a ride?"
"Is your van clean?" you asked as you start to walk towards the exit, Eddie following you closely. "I don't really feel like sitting on another pack of Doritos today".
"Fuck off", it's hard to miss the humor in his voice, "And I did. It's as good as new".
"Alright, then. Lead the way", you say as you open the store's door. Now, you were the one following him, trying to keep up with his long, quick steps. You almost miss the van, only stopping because of Eddie's sudden stop. "Why is it blue?"
"I painted it. Got tired of red".
"Nice. Why don't you paint it black next time? You know, to fit your aesthetic".
"Noted," he acknowledges your suggestion, walking up to the passenger door and opening it for you. "M'lady".
"Thank you, good lord." you graciously answer, getting inside the (thankfully clean) van. It only takes Eddie a couple of moments to sit in the driver's seat, and he founds you curiously eyeing the whole vehicle.
"Found any Doritos yet?"
"No, but I found this" you pick up a little zip bag that was carelessly laid on the van's floor, next to your feet. "Do you just leave this stuff all over the place? You should be more careful, you know? I heard Hopper is after your ass".
"Jesus H. Christ!" his eyes were wide as pies as he sees the marijuana bag you held, taking it in a rush. He almost drops it as he hurriedly stuffs it in his jacket pocket. "How d'you know that?"
"It's impossible not to. Everyone loves to talk about the resident freak's latest shenanigans." you smile playfully at him again, finding out that he was already staring at you, with an amused look on his face. "And when you work at a place that the whole town visits, you end up knowing lots of stuff".
"Yeah? Like what?" he starts the van, maneuvering out of its parking spot.
"Well…" you think about it for a while, trying to remember the hottest piece of gossip you know. "Heather Maxwell was almost arrested for, one, driving while drunk and two, for having sex with Stuart Mills on her parents' car at the side of the road. Hopper was less than pleased".
"Stuart? As in-"
"Her best friend's boyfriend, yes!" you excitedly interrupt him, and he audibly gasps as he hears the missing piece of information.
"I always knew Heather was up to no good," Eddie commented. "I mean, wasn't she the one who spiked our middle school punch without telling anyone?"
"Yeah," you laughed, "thank God Mrs. O'Donnell confiscated it."
"Oh, but it tasted so good!"
"You drank it?" you ask and watch him enthusiastically nod, and your eyes widen slightly, "That explains why you were dancing to the Bay City Rollers, then".
"That wasn't because I was drunk! I actually really like them".
"Shut up!"
"I'm serious!" he confirms, laughing. You lean towards him as he makes an accentuated curve, brushing shoulders lightly. "You know, bye, bye, baby, baby goodbye!"
You laugh harder as he sings the band's song completely out of tune, and the resounding sound of your laughter quickly infected him and you both entered a long fit of giggles. After it died down, though, it wasn't as awkward as you thought it would be; comfortably sharing the silence until you motioned to the radio, and picking up on that, Eddie asked, "d'you wanna turn on the radio? I have no idea of which tape is in, though".
"It'll be a surprise, then. I bet it's Motorhead".
"And I bet it's Dio".
"Let's see!" you pressed the on button and the beginnings of Ozzy Osbourne's Crazy Train filled up the whole van. Eddie's sound system always impressed you with how powerful the music reverberated through the small space. "Fuck, not even close".
"Yeah, but it's still great!" he observed, looking at you quickly, "Crazy, but that's how it goes".
"Millions of people living as foes," you started to sing along with him, earning another glance from him, only a surprised one this time. That was enough for you to turn the music louder.
"You know this one?"
"Hell yeah, dude! It's, like, one of his only good songs".
"No, it's not!"
"It's not a good song, you mean?" you tried to trick him, but of course, he wouldn't fall for it.
"It's one of his greatest, Y/N!" he observes, thumbs tapping against the steering wheel accompanying the beat of the song. "You know, for someone who works at a music store, you should really start appreciating Ozzy more."
"Sure, Munson." you rolled his eyes. "I've listened to preachers".
"I've listened to fools", he stepped even harder on the gas, making the van speed along the street, making dust and leaves go up in the air, trailing along. Everything about this moment made you smile; from the wind that blew right at your face to the sounds Eddie made to emulate the song's guitar.
"I've watched all the dropouts who make their own rules", you pretended to hold a microphone, and then offered it to him, letting him sing the next line into your hand. And he did it with the biggest and brightest smile on his face, dimples deepening as he mouthed the words. He looked so pretty like this, all smiles, doe eyes, and hair flowing wildly.
To the people who watched the van speed through Hawkins' streets, you seemed like two maniacs. The laughter, screams, and out-of-tune-singing were enough for everyone to look at you as the freaks they considered you to be, not that you cared for that right now, especially when you're by Eddie's side.
You cried out loud as you spotted your house at the end of the street.
"Oh no! Can you go around the block? Just until the song ends, please?" you ask him, pleading almost. You were having too much fun to be interrupted now.
"If I could, I'd drive around the whole state for you, sweetheart. But is the highway enough for you?" he asked, slowing the van down to look at you. As you nod at him, in an almost desperate manner, he laughs loudly. "Rewind the song, then!"
Crazy, but that's how it goes…
PERFECT GIRL.
i think i'm falling, i think i'm falling in…
"Hey, Y/N! Your freak is here!" Marie announces as the plops her head inside the employee's room, which made you roll your eyes in a way that you thought they wouldn't go back to their place. Your body didn't care too much about Marie's unnecessary nickname, since it was too preoccupied with reacting to the fact that Eddie was here. Your palms were suddenly sweaty and butterflies were all over the place; you doubted you could even take two steps before starting to smile like a maniac.
"Don't call him that," you scolded her as you passed by, going directly to the store's counter. Your eyes scanned the place quickly, not taking long to spot the untamed mane of the one and only Eddie Munson, who was going through the alternative section – something that has become surprisingly normal these past few weeks. "Eds!"
"Hey, Vlady!" he cheerily greeted you, skipping his way to the counter. "Nice earrings. Are those bats?"
"Yeah. Made them myself".
"Could you make one for me, maybe?" Eddie put his hair behind his right ear, showing you the small silver hoop he usually wore. "I feel like it's time for a change".
"Sure thing", you offered him a sweet smile and made a (very highlighted, sparkly, shiny) mental note to make the best earring you could ever create for him. "Had fun at the alternative section?"
"Yup! In fact, I was meaning to ask you: have you listened to the new The Cure album yet?"
"No, but my friends said they liked it, so I'm excited".
"You should be. It's actually great".
"What!? You've already listened to it?"
"Fuck yeah", he replied like it was obvious, and continued, with a taunting smile, "Now who's the one that isn't up with the news?"
"Hey! I just didn't have the time, ok? College is kicking my butt." you explained while you gathered the cassettes that were laid out on the counter. As soon as your hand touched the first one, you saw Eddie's pale hand also collecting a few – always so eager to help. "It was just a surprise, you know? You got to hear my favorite band's new album before me".
"I'm just keeping up with the times, sweetheart. Oh, how'd you say it?" he took a while to remember the exact term you had used a while back, "Yeah, I'm opening up my horizons".
"You're such a weirdo", you rolled your eyes before handing him a Frank Sinatra tape, a identical copy to the ones he was organizing.
"Thanks" he muttered, "Like the gloves, by the way. Very metal… or should I say, totally goth?"
"Shut up" you giggled and moved out of the counter, on your way to put the tapes in their usual place. You heard Eddie's boots thumping loudly against the floor, meaning that he was following you.
"You know, I came here to give you something".
"What?" you suddenly turn around, in surprise, and drop a few tapes when you crash right into his chest. And before you can lean down to catch them, he has already collected all of them and is standing up slowly, in a way that makes you hold your breath; his hair actually brushes against the hem of your skirt, lifting it up slightly, and you're pretty sure you felt his knuckles graze lightly against your knee. And then, he's standing close… dangerously so. You can actually feel his warm breath against your face, the small puffs of air hitting you as he talks... and you don't pay attention to a single word he said. "I-I'm sorry?"
"I said it's a gift," even though you were pretty sure Eddie would find the whole situation amusing and make fun of you for being so strange, he isn't. And he seems to be just as affected as you are, with burning red cheeks. "You know, a thing that one person gives to another as a token of their appreciation?"
"I know what a gift is, dumbass. I just don't understand why you would give me something".
"I just explained it to you, Dracula. A token of my appreciation." he smiles softly at you, his dimples showing. You did your best to actually organize the cassettes instead of just throwing them everywhere, but that didn't matter right now, not when Eddie was searching his pockets looking for something; your gift. Then, he handed you a small tape, very similar to the ones you were just holding. "It has one of The Cure's new songs in it… it really reminded me of you. So it would be nice if you listened to it."
"Sure", you couldn't fight the big smile that appeared on your face, feeling your face heat up as your fingertips brushed against his hand as you took the cassette. "I'll listen to it today, and then I'll call you and tell you what I think, yeah?"
"Perfect".
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As soon as you stepped foot in your bedroom, you didn't wait another second before plopping the tape into your boombox and anxiously fast-forwarding it until you stumbled upon Robert Smith's sped-up voice. You felt bad for not paying attention to the little details Eddie put into it, like the adhesive tape he glued and the name of the mixtape, but you just couldn't wait – couldn't even waste time listening to the other tracks, really, too set upon hearing the new song. Acting like that, it may seem that you've never had a mixtape made for you before, but it was quite de contrary: your friends made you tapes all the time, but this... this was different. This was Eddie's tape. And that was reason enough to keep you giggling like a schoolgirl, almost kicking your feet in the air in your state of giddiness.
Laying down on your bed, you hugged one of your pillows bringing it to your chin, a perfect tool to use to muffle your lovesick laughter as you finally heard the little unknown do-do-do's.
The fuzziness you felt in your whole body distracted you from actually paying attention to the music, because you were too busy still trying to wrap your head around the fact that Eddie Munson – The Eddie Munson – listened to a whole The Cure album for you; heard this specific song and thought of you; and spent time making this mixtape for you. All because of you. You had to take a few breaths to bring your mind back to the song, or else you'd spend the whole night rewinding the poor tape.
You held your breath as Robert Smith sang 'you're such a strange girl, I'd like to turn you upside-down', and your eyebrows involuntarily shot up. A familiar heat crept up your neck and took hold of your cheeks while a smile kept dancing on your lips. Once again, your pillow came into action, muffling a fit of giggles as it hid your flushed cheeks from the cold air of your bedroom.
It was unnecessary to wait too long for your next hysterics to come through because as soon as you heard 'you're such a strange girl, the way you look like you do. You're such a strange girl, I want to be with you', you were absolutely gone; laughing excitedly as your eyes widened and your own body didn't know whether to feel extremely lovesick or surprised. But you couldn't just sit and wait for it to decide, so almost unconsciously, you reached for the phone and dialed the number you had already memorized.
"You reached the Munsons! It's Eddie".
"Hi." that's all you could say before giggling again.
"Hey, Vlad. I take it that you've already listened to the tape?"
"'m still listening".
"Cool," he commented, starting to become a bit uneasy. "A-and what did you think?"
"Well, I think that Robert Smith is a genius." you paused a bit, just for the dramatics, and heard Eddie's heavy breath on the other side of the line. "And that you and I should go on a date sometime".
"Y-yeah, that's exactly what I was thinking", you could practically hear his smile and that made you laugh once more. "Benny's Burger?"
"Perfect. You're free on Friday?"
"For you? Always".
"Great. I'll see you at seven then."
"It's a date".
"It's a date", you confirmed, biting your lower lip, trying to keep your smile from getting any wider.
I think I'm falling… I think I'm falling in… I think I'm falling in love with you.
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 - 𝟐
Pairing: Eddie x F!Reader
Summary: After moving to Hawkins for a fresh start, you meet a boy with kind, brown eyes who will quickly become a friend and maybe something more. The only problem is: you took something that belongs to him by accident and now you don't know what to do.
Part 1
When your alarm went off the next morning, you nearly fell out of bed.
“Shit.” You muttered to yourself, raising a hand to cover your eyes hit by the sun's rays streaming through the window of your messy bedroom.
As you got out of bed, you suddenly remembered that the night before you had fallen asleep after reading the first sentence written in the notebook that you had found in your bag and that most likely belonged to Eddie.
You found it at the foot of the bed and picked it up, making sure the picture of the unknown woman was still inside it and put it inside the backpack you were going to take to school without really knowing what to do with it.
You grabbed the first pair of ripped jeans you found in the corner and put them on with a random shirt before leaving your room. To do that you stepped over an old art project and a mannequin foot left on the floor, and you mentally promised yourself that if you ever moved again in your life you wouldn't take all that stuff with you. You hoped that you would soon find the will to sort out your things.
“Aren't you having breakfast?” Your aunt asked when she saw you ready to leave the house.
“No, I'm already late. And I promised Eddie we'd meet in the parking lot in front of school.”
“Oh, alright.” She commented with her usual smirk when you talked about Eddie.
“I told you not to look at me with that face!” You yelled at her with a laugh as you left the house.
You crossed the garden and got into your car. “Hey, Casper.” You spoke to the skeleton sitting in the passenger seat as you started driving towards school.
“If you were in my place what would you do, hm?” You asked the inanimate object, “I know that keeping the notebook is not the right choice: it doesn't belong to me. But what can I tell him “hey, I found a notebook where you wrote a lot of personal facts about yourself but don't worry, I know it sounds incredible but I haven't even opened it. I just know it's most likely yours."
You sighed. "It's ridiculous. If I give it back he'll think I read it anyway, won't he? So I can read it anyway, right?"
The only response you got was the sound of bones rattling and hitting each other when you drove over one of the bumps in the road.
You knew they said that curiosity killed the cat but you couldn't help but think that you wanted to read everything written in that notebook.
You parked your car in the first free space you found in front of the school, some students looked at your car with a mixture of surprise and concern, and to your big surprise, you saw Eddie with his arms crossed and his back against what must have been his van talking to Dustin, the boy you had met the previous morning.
Did everyone in that town know each other or was it a coincidence?
Whatever they were chatting about didn't really matter because when you reached them they stopped talking, Eddie looked up and when his eyes met yours, he had a smile on his lips. "Hey stranger." He greeted you.
You wondered if he had that reaction with everyone or if it was something he reserved only for you but you doubted the first option was the right answer, and just thinking about that made you smile the same way.
"Hey."
“Wait, you guys already know each other?” Dustin asked, moving his gaze between you and Eddie.
“Well, I called her a stranger, of course not.” Eddie joked and you rolled your eyes. He was wearing an Iron Maiden t-shirt and the same denim vest as the previous day.
"Yeah, something like that." You said to the kid, "and he promised me a tour of the school. I hope he hasn't forgotten already."
“Oh, how could I?” He brought a hand to his chest pretending that your supposition hurt him, "I have an honor to respect. I made a promise to a fair lady and i need to respect it."
You chuckled. "Then lead the way."
You said a quick "bye" to Dustin before Eddie walked off towards school and you followed him until he suddenly stopped.
"But first I really have to ask you something."
For a moment you thought it was about the notebook, your mouth went dry in a few seconds.
“Where the hell did you find that thing?” He pointed to the skeleton sitting in your car a few feet away from you.
You burst out laughing both for the relief that his question didn't involve his lost item and for the funny way he asked you the question.
"Well, it was my last day of school and I was in my old biology class..."
During the tour, you realized that the jogs must not have liked Eddie very much and the feeling was definitely mutual. The first time a boy in a green and white jacket, identical to the one worn by the guy who tried to steal Dustin's hat, had shouldered Eddie while you were walking down the halls you thought it was an accident. The second time must have been a coincidence. The third time you understood that they were doing it on purpose.
"Don't worry about them, they try to act tough but they're all assholes who like to annoy people like me." You stopped in front of English class, the first one of your day, a sign that the tour was over. From the way he spoke, it almost seemed like he was trying to reassure you even if you didn't need it.
"Like you?"
"Yeah, the freaks."
You tilted your head to the side, studying his expression and trying to figure out if he was serious or joking. "You are not a freak."
"Well, you might be surprised by the rumors going around Hawkings about me." His brown eyes were kind, as always.
"What rumors?"
The bell rang and the students began to enter their respective classrooms.
"Oh, I think you'll find out soon. See you, okay?"
“O-Okay…” You mumbled before Eddie walked away and disappeared into the sea of students.
You sighed, then walked into the classroom and sat at an empty desk at the back.
If he didn't want to talk about his secrets then you would find out on your own.
You opened your backpack and grabbed the little brown notebook.
You started reading as the teacher started talking about an old poem you didn't really care about.
I realized that I almost don't remember her anymore and that's the thing that scares me the most. I don't want to forget her.
She's been gone for years now, and I thought I had a grip on the memories, but they're starting to slip away now and I'm so fucking scared one day I won't remember her at all.
I used to hear her voice in my head, clear as day. Now, it's like tuning into a distant radio station with too much static. I find myself straining to remember the way she'd say my name or the casual "How was your day?" It's fucking frustrating, and it scares me that one day, even those snippets will be probably gone.
I don't wanna forget her.
At night, I close my eyes, trying to summon the feeling of being wrapped up in her arms. It's elusive, and I can't shake the feeling that I'm losing something fundamental. I miss that safe place and it's fucking embarassing.
I'm an adult now and I still miss my mom. Embarassing.
I catch glimpses of her in old photographs, frozen moments that I clutch onto desperately. But even those are starting to feel like stories I've heard rather than moments I've lived.
And it scares me. It scares me because it feels like losing her all over again.
You looked away from the notebook. You closed your eyes for a moment and inhaled air through your nose, the teacher's voice only a backdrop to your thoughts much louder than her words.
What you had read were private things, things you shouldn't have read and yet you couldn't help but continue to do so.
They were things he had probably never talked about to anyone if he felt the need to write them there, it was a vulnerable part of himself that he had decided to hide in that notebook and you were invading it.
The single page you had read had made you want to give the biggest hug to that boy who you had only known for a little more than a day and who was probably way sweeter than he wanted to let others see.
"Shit." You muttered to yourself for the second time that day.
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fair trade- the show
pairing: eddie munson x black! fem! alternative reader
summary: deathbed puts on an amazing show and you have wounds to prove it.
this is PART THREE, here’s part one, two , and four !
here’s the playlist !! it’s basically just the songs i imagine them to be playing.
warnings: mentions of blood and injury, mentions of stage fright (reader quickly gets over it), lots of cursing
a/n: this part isn’t exactly based on eddie and y/n’s dynamic BUT i rlly wanted to write a concert scene for some reason. i only ever daydream about being in a band and i can barely consider myself someone who can play guitar so if some of this stuff is painfully inaccurate, my apologies. though it’s not rlly a lot of fluff/romance, i think it’s worth the read cause it builds up for the last and final part of this story. hopefully ya’ll enjoy it!!
you’re heart dropped at the sound of your band’s name being called from the stage.
this was by no means your first time performing. i mean, honestly, the nerves always seem to start up right before you have to go on stage but tonight was different. tonight all your friends were watching. tonight eddie was watching.
you let out a shaky sigh as you made your way to the stage. you nearly lost your breath when the drummer for your band, jasmine, grabbed at your shoulder and pulled you back, teasingly muttering the words: “don’t fuck it up.” as she passed you.
you stood there frozen for a moment as you watched her fleeting form. god, she is absolutely shit at comforting people.
nonetheless, you find yourself letting out a deep breath at her words, deciding to make them tonight’s new mantra.
“don’t fuck it up,” is what you mutter out as you make your way to your assigned place on stage.
front and center, where everyone could see you and vice versa.
taking note of your slightly shaky hands and your obvious attempts to regulate your breathing, jasmine, dolly (who plays the bass), and ivy (who plays rhythm guitar), all share a look with one another. you getting nervous before shows wasn’t something new but this was a bigger audience, and more importantly, a slightly more sober audience. if they knew you at all (and they do), they knew you were probably freaking out right now.
so,
dolly, the good friend and angel that she is, is quick to make an effort to break the tension.
“aw, come on, now,” she says into the mic, eyes on you as she adjusted her guitar strap. “don’t get shy on us now, pretty girl.”
and it kind of worked, you laughed and gave her the finger as the rowdy crowd seemed to grow even louder at your antics. the four of you made sure everything was situated before you began to speak into the mic.
“hey,” is literally all you could get out before the crowd was going crazy again.
that’s the thing about performing in front of friends (and friends of your friends), no matter what you did, no matter how many times you mess up, they were gonna be there to cheer for you anyway. because that’s what friends do.
this realization kind of made you calm down.
no matter how bad you guys did up there tonight, at least deathbed (probably) wouldn’t be booed off stage.
“alright, alright, simmer down, ladies and gentlemen. simmer down,” you say, eyes scanning the crowd as you spoke. “this is fuckin’ crazy, by the way. there’s so many of you, jesus christ. okay, alright, fuck…we’re deathbed.”
you then proceed to introduce your band, quickly adjusting into being in front of a crowd.
“we’ll be playing six songs tonight. five of them are originals and the last one is..” you pause, your eyes immediately catching eddie’s in the crowd. he played with the ends of his hair as he watched you, body already swaying back and forth despite the lack of music. “the last one’s gonna be this totally soul shattering surprise of a song.”
you watched the way eddie basically froze in his place, giving you a weird look at the familiarity of your words. knowing that it’d look weird if you looked his way too long, you averted your gaze, focusing more on the entirety of the crowd.
honestly, you thought this night would be a disaster. a shit ton of people (AQUATINTED people) gathering in a room sounded like a one way ticket to being completely ignored or talked over while on stage.
you were pleasantly surprised when the crowd immediately quieted at the sound of you strumming your guitar. looking over to your bandmates, you began to play a few notes from the first song, silently asking if they were ready.
when they gave you the que, you began the count down and the show had finally begun.
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you were on the second to last song, a thin layer of sweat covering your skin as you sang into the mic, fingers dancing across your guitar’s fretboard as you picked at the strings.
miraculously, things seemed to be going even better than they did at practice. the energy of the crowd fed into the energy of the band, only encouraging you guys to give it your all and then some.
you didn’t even care as your fingers were overcome with that familiar ache. far too blissed out from the sound of the crowd singing along to your guys’ songs (how did they even know the lyrics?!?), you took the pain and made it pleasure. it was nothing but a part of the experience and, fuck, if you got to experience this more often, you’d gladly take any pain that came with it.
before you knew it, the song was ending and you were pulling the mic up to your mouth, the lighting of the room managing to hide the blood that now covered the tips of your fingers.
“alright, fuckers, this is the last song. i, um,” you let your eyes scan the room, finding eddie amongst the crowd.
at some point in time, sasha had pulled him over to the group of friends she stood with (seeing eddie standing by himself and quickly realizing that telling gareth and jeff to turn down your invite so you and eddie could flirt in peace wasn’t the best move).
you caught his eye and couldn’t help the small laugh that passed your lips when he waved at you, a goofy smile on his face.
upon realizing you were stalling on introducing the next song (and were most likely about to back down from saying who it was dedicated to), ivy playfully pushed you out of the way, stealing the mic and in turn, the audience’s attention.
“basically, y/n’s been making us practice this song ever since metallica dropped the album,” she starts. “and it’s dedicated to hawkin’s resident metalhead. not gonna drop names, somethin’s tellin’ me he knows who he is.”
you could only laugh at the way ivy just let the cat out of the bag, not even finding it in yourself to actually be upset. pushing her out of the way before she could expose you anymore than she already had, you grabbed at the mic again.
“ladies and gentlemen,” you begin. “we present to you welcome home by metallica.”
if at any point, you thought the crowd was as loud as it could be, you were wrong. at your words, the room was filled with excited screams from the crowd. the types of screams that made it hard to hear your own thoughts.
you let the audience go wild for a moment, strumming random notes from the song you were about to play. it took longer than before but eventually, the crowd decided to quiet down and you guys were playing after a countdown.
at first you worried that you wouldn’t be able to pull off doing a cover of metallica (which is understandable). you worried that playing such a song would be considered ruinous rather than appreciative. i mean, jesus h. christ, it was fucking metallica of course you were nervous.
despite the nerves, the band really pulled through. not a single note was missed, no lyrics forgotten. deathbed was running on the high that came with performing almost flawlessly after weeks of practice.
your raspy singing voice worked in your favor as you sang into the mic, unknowingly smearing blood along the fretboard of your guitar. it wasn’t that you couldn’t feel it in your fingers, you just didn’t care.
it wasn’t until right before the fastest part of the song did you realize that, shit, maybe that wasn’t just sweat making the guitar feel weird. you looked down at where you hands resided, only being able to pin point the darker spots on the guitar that were definitely not there before.
still, even with aching fingers and a bloody guitar, you played the song, voice only slightly wavering at the realization.
for what had to be the tenth time that night, your eyes found eddie, watching as his head nodded to the music, eyes closed as he said something to sasha.
(if the lights had been even a little bit brighter, you might have noticed the obvious blush that covered eddie’s cheeks, despite his somewhat (not really) cool demeanor. you might have even panicked a little bit. sasha’s a self declared cupid, her only victim being you and what ever poor soul you take interest in. anything she said to eddie that made him blush that way would have made your heart drop.)
as the speed of the song increased, so did your concentration, eyes quickly fluttering closed instead of looking into the crowd.
and so, for the next minute or two, you and your friends stood on stage, lost in the haze of the music and large audience.
it was like your mind went somewhere else and before you knew it, the song was ending and you were all rushing into a group hug.
almost immediately, your shouting into the hug:
“i can’t believe that just fuckin’ happened.”
PART FOUR
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CLOSER - One Shot.
Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader
Summary: AU 1994: You have been playing this game of cat and mouse with the Corroded Coffin front man Eddie Munson for a few weeks now when his band would wander into the club after playing a show. Neither one of you willing to admit defeat and make the first move. Instead you let him eye fuck you for hours on the dance floor. You refuse to lose. Not to a rockstar.
Warnings: This is absolute filth. 18 plus only, minors do not enter. Slight dom!Eddie/ dom!/sub! Reader. Unprotected sex, swearing, fingering, slight cum play.
Author’s note: Just something I thought about late one night listening to this song. I always felt like Eddie would love the 90’s early 2000’s rock scene. Song is linked at the bottom if you haven’t heard it.
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The bass of Nine Inch Nails Closer vibrated under the thick platform of your thigh high boots Your eyes scanning the VIP tables that were closed off along the edges of the dance floor. Searching for the big brown eyes you came here for.
You have been playing this game of cat and mouse with the Corroded Coffin front man Eddie Munson for a few weeks now when his band would wander into the club after playing a show. Neither one of you willing to admit defeat and make the first move. Instead you let him eye fuck you for hours on the dance floor. Every week your dresses would get shorter and skimpier trying to break his resolve. You refuse to lose. Not to a rockstar.
Tonight your black velvet dress barely leaves anything to the imagination. The hem resting at the top of your thighs, a slit on the right side showing the leather garter wrapped around you. Your tits on full display, a black choker wrapped around your neck connected in the middle by a metal heart. You were going to break him tonight.
You see his dark, long curly messy hair before you see his eyes but when you do they are already on you. Hungry and devouring. He found you first.
The big black boots on his feet are menacing, his leather clad legs spread wide. A simple white shirt fitting every muscle like it was altered for his body, the short sleeves are cuffed giving you the perfect few of his tattooed covered arms. His fingers littered in chunky rings are clasped together resting over his plump lips, dark eyes watching you intently over his knuckles. He’s ready for his show.
You let me violate you.
You let me desecrate you.
You let me penetrate you.
You decide you’re going to acknowledge him tonight, something you’ve never done before. Maintaining eye contact you start swaying you hips to the beat of the music. Biting your your pierced glossed lip you wiggle your fingers at him.
You see his posture straighten slightly at your gesture his hands moving lower giving you a glimpse of the smirk spreading over his face. He raises a few fingers back at you. Still he doesn’t move.
This was going to be harder then you thought.
You let your hands wander up the smooth skin of your thighs squeezing lightly as they make their way up your body going over the curves of your breasts, your long black nails grazing your nipples feeling them perk at the sensation.
This has him sitting up, leg bouncing, his hands aren’t blocking his face anymore giving you a perfect view of the jaw you would love to trace with your tongue. His ringed fingers gripping the arms of his chair hard enough to see the whites of his knuckles. His control is resolving.
It’s working.
Closing your eyes you get lost in the sound of Trent Reznor’s voice, your small hands making work all over your body, nails dragging over your exposed skin. You spin around so your back is facing him, you want him to get a good view of your ass. You opted to for-go your panties tonight.
I wanna fuck you like an animal, I wanna feel you from the inside.
I wanna fuck you like an animal, my whole existence is flawed.
You get me closer to god.
You raise your hands in the air, twisting your hips in a way that you know has him hypnotized. The bottom of your dress rising up, giving him a glimpse of the lack fabric underneath. You turn to face him again licking your lips.
The look he’s giving you is so intense you have to close your eyes again your own resolve in question now. You can feel your arousal start to coat the inside of your thighs. He was fucking trouble.
You can have my isolation.
You can have the hate that it brings.
You can have my absence of faith.
You can have my everything.
The smell of cigarettes and cologne hit you like a tidal wave. You don’t even have to open your eyes to know he’s in front of you. His fingers gripping your waist so tightly you feel the bite of his metal rings in your sides. You open your eyes, he’s looking at you like he wants to eat you alive. You can’t help when you squeeze your thighs together, picking up on it, a knowing smile creeps up on his plump lips. He pulls you flush against him and you can feel everything. Your little show has him rock hard, his leather pants not hiding anything from you.
You can feel his hot breath on your neck making a shiver run down your spine. His mouth so close to you, you can feel his lips ghost against the shell of your ear. Inhaling your scent deeply.
“You like torturing me sweetheart?” His voice is like velvet and it goes straight to your throbbing cunt.
He doesn’t let you answer him before he pushes you against the wall in the back corner of the dance floor. You’re only slightly concealed by the lack of lights. The bass of the music is so loud vibrates against the walls shooting through your body. His musk even more overpowering, he was every where. He pushes your legs apart with his knee, resting himself between you hips all you would have to do is push forward a little and your hot center would be pressed against the muscle of his thigh. His hands grabbing yours roughly pinning them over your head. Once he gets you where he wants you he holds your small wrists with one hand, his free one ghosts over your curves until they reach the bare skin of your thigh. His finger tips find your garter tugging at it slightly.
“You wear this for me?” His are eyes holding a mischievous look, a smug grin breaking across his face.
“Wouldn’t you be so lucky.” You tease arching your brow. You’re mocking him.
He sucks his teeth hard at your response before he starts moving his fingers up your dress and it takes everything you have not to push your hips forward getting them to where you want them most. His calloused tips touch the inside of your thigh where he can feel your slick. He groans loudly eyes rolling in the back of his head.
“You’re dripping down your leg baby. You don’t need to keep playing hard to get.”
He pushes his thigh hard into your throbbing core making you throw your head back. Eddie uses this to his advantage, his teeth graze at your pulse point eliciting the most pornographic moan from your lips. Sucking hard, he wants to mark you up, stake his claim. Your dress is bunched up at your hips as you shamelessly ride his thigh. The leather making it so slick your able to move exactly how you want to. You can feel the rubber band inside you start to tighten, begging to snap.
“Fuuuuck” You breathe shuddering finally surrendering to what you had wanted all along.
You break your hands out of his grasp one hand landing on his shoulder the other grabbing his jaw roughly detaching him from your neck. His face looks puckered between your fingers, eyes black and blown out. You crash your lips into his hungrily teeth clanking together. His tongue begs for entrance to your mouth almost instantly, the kiss is desperate and sloppy. Your rhythm on his thigh starts to become sporadic as you get closer to your release. When he senses that your close his strong fingers dig into your hips holding you still. You can’t help the whine that comes out. He finally breaks away from the kiss, his lips swollen and pink, there’s a light sheen of gloss from yours.
“You don’t get to cum that easily, not after weeks of teasing.” He chastises. One of his hands moves from you hip sliding to your neck where his grip is firm. Your eyes roll in the back if your head at the feeling, this was even better then you imagined. “God your such a dirty fucking girl” he groans at your reaction.
All of the sudden he pulls his leg from between yours. Your eyes snap open at the loss of contact.
“What. The. Fuck.” You seethe your angry expression causes him to chuckle darkly before flipping you around shoving you face first into the wall, the hand on your neck is now buried in your hair pulling you back to his chest. His other hand has a firm grip on your hips pulling your ass against the hardness of his cock thats straining under the thin fabric of his pants. Without your underwear the feeling makes you almost cum right there on the spot. Your body shuddering under his touch.
Help me tear down my reason.
Help me its your sex I can smell.
Help me you make me perfect.
Help me become somebody else.
Someone could easily be watching what you two are doing to each other in the dark corner, but neither one of you care. Finally allowing yourselves to lose control.
“I want you to beg you little brat.” His teeth are clenched as he whispers in your ear. His words send another wave of arousal to your center you know you have to be making a mess of his pants. You both love it.
“No.” You look up at him smiling defiantly.
The smack you feel on your ass is so hard you can hear it over the music. Your body jutting forward slightly.
“Beg.” His grip on your hair is so tight, if you weren’t so turned on you think it might be painful.
You push your hips back, your dripping core hitting him where he’s sensitive. You hear him hiss fingers digging into.
“You fucking beg.” You spit pushing back into him again with more force.
You feel his rings this time as he slaps your ass again, it’s even harder then before. His mouth attacking your neck, biting harshly at the bruises already forming from before licking them after each assault. He’s leaving you a whimpering mess and you clench around nothing from his actions. You feel his hand leave your hip and slide down the front of your dress, fingers dancing dangerously close to where you need them most.
“Come on baby, let me make you feel good. I know how bad you need it.” His voice is desperate in your ear as the tips of his fingers trail up your wet slit. “You just need to say please.” He dips his middle finger into your hole making you cry out at the feeling. It was starting to hurt how turned on you were.
It’s not even your voice when please’s start falling from your lips like a prayer.
“God, Eddie please, please, I need it, I need it so bad.” You buck yourself into his hand to emphasize how desperate you were.
You can feel his cock twitch at your words, he groans loudly in your ear.
“Good. Fucking. Girl.”
His finger leaves your pussy making you feel empty and you whimper at the loss of contact. Your hands reaching behind you desperately trying to push his pants down, you never needed anything more in your life.
“So needy for my dick huh pretty girl?” He nips at your ear lobe pushing your hands away accomplishing what you had originally set out to do. He pushes them down just enough to free his cock, its so hard that it looks mad, pre cum leaking from the tip. He hisses as his fingers wrap around himself his grip on your hair tightening “Look what you did to me, all this fucking teasing. I’m gonna make sure you can’t walk tomorrow sweetheart, and every time it hurts to sit down I want you to think of me and how good I fucked you. I’m going to make you addicted to this dick.”
His words make you shudder a low desperate whine leaving your mouth when you feel him start to line himself up at your entrance.
“So fucking wet.” He groans before bottoming out in you completely. His hand leaves your hair pulling you against him again, his ringed fingers covering your mouth trying to silence your loud moan at the feeling of him fully inside you. The angle he’s hitting mixed with all of his teasing has you already teetering over the edge, your hands push out against the wall as he thrusts wildly inside of you, his motions are hard and angry. He’s punishing you for all of those nights he couldn’t be buried inside you.
I want to fuck you like an animal.
I want to feel you from the inside.
I want to fuck you like an animal.
Everything starts hitting you all at once, all the build up, the rubber band in your stomach is getting tighter and tighter. You aren’t going to last much longer, not with his punishing pace.
“Ed-Eddie I’m-I’m gonna cum” You manage to get out from around his hand.
His thrusts get even harder somehow from your words. His grip on your hip even tighter.
“Go ahead baby. Cover my cock.” He sucks at your pulse point as he says it, that’s all you need for the rubber band to snap. You’re seeing white as you come undone around him, his grip on your mouth gets harder trying to muffle yours screams. “That’s it, cum all over daddy.” He groans close to his own release at the feeling of your clenching walls. When you start to come down his hand finally leaves your lips so he can use it to grab your other hip pushing himself into even deeper chasing his own release.
“Cum inside me Daddy, I wanna feel it” You whine, trying to meet his rough movements. Your words with your desperate thrusts make him come tumbling down. His fingers are digging so deep into your sides as he shoots his hot seed inside of you, you know there’s going to be bruises. His face buried in your neck as he comes undone mumbling in coherently you make out something that sounds like “So fucking good.”
You both stand there for a minute not daring to talk or pull apart, needing a moment to catch your breath and remember where you were at. His lips are leaving small kisses all over your neck and shoulders anywhere there is exposed skin.
When you told him to cum inside you, you weren’t even taking into account you decided not to wear underwear for this very reason. Eddie will be leaking from you the whole way home, and you hate that the thought sends another wave of arousal to your core. When he pulls out of you he makes sure to use his fingers to push his cum back inside of you.
“I want you to keep this inside of you all night, do you understand me?” He asks as he pushes your dress back down to where it was suppose to be before tucking himself back into his pants. You can see the wet stains that have been left all over him, they gleam when the lights hit them. He looks like just of a fucked out mess as you and you love it.
You bite your bottom lip and nodding, feeling vulnerable after what had just happened in the corner of the club.
Using his thumb he pulls your lip from between your teeth, his eyes are soft.
“I need to hear you tell me you understand baby, use your words.”
“Yes, I understand...daddy” You add for good measure.
He closes his eyes at the new pet name hearing you say it again makes his cock twitch in response.
“Good, now why don’t we get out of here. I’m not quite done with you yet. You have weeks worth of teasing to make up for sweet heart.”
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Modern Eddie Munson Headcons
Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader Girlfriend
Warnings: implied smut, dirty, modern day Eddie
Masterlist Part 2
🚬 Y/N making a tiktok to anaconda by Nicki Minaj, just as she's about to turn around to “ I got a big fat ass” she gets tackled by Eddie.
🚬 Y/N in the middle of sending a video on snapchat and Eddie just starts peppering her face with kisses. “Hey I'm talking here”
🚬 “Im bored”
“Well listen instead of looking at the clock”
“Im horny”
“What a surprise”
“Mr.Munson, no phones in class!”
🚬 “Netflix and chill?” Eddie whispers in your ear wiggling his eyebrows “We're at the movies!” you whisper laugh back.
🚬 Sat in Eddie's lap listening to music and moving your hips with the music. He pulls an earphone out “Stop moving you're making me hard and we have gym next class” holding the earphone next to his ear “ARE YOU LISTENING TO LANA DEL REY?!” he asks overdramatically “Shut up” you snatch the earphone from him.
🚬 “So we're dancing in gym” “Mhm?” Eddies barely listening “and Chrissy thought it would be hilarious to do a dance to I See Red” he snaps his head up “So that's what we're doing!” you say grinning. “Nope, nuh uh, pick another song”
🚬 Eddie watching porn on his laptop. Y/N storms in and he quickly shuts the laptop. You shoot him the stink eye “What are you watching?” you lunge forward to grab his laptop. He holds it to his chest and turns around, wrestling with you on his back. “Sooooo how was school?” “Don't change the subject!”
🚬 Sat gaming at his pc you crawl under the table to tease him “what are you doing?” “Oh nothing” you pretend as you palm him through his boxers. “Hey I'm winning here” “What's going on?” Gareth asks through the mic “Get off my dick woman!” he jokes
🚬Reader taking a selfie from above, Eddie wanting to joining in, "No he cant know I have a boyfriend" "EXCUSE ME?" proceeds to send a whole video about how hes gonna beat this guys ass to Chrissy.
#eddie munson#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson x plus size reader#eddie my beloved#stranger things 4#stranger things netflix#stranger things season 4#stranger things season four#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson headcanons#eddie munson has adhd#eddie munson smut#modern eddie munson#modern eddie#modern!eddie#modern!eddie munson#80s#alt#alternative#fanfiction#blurb
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Miscellaneous Alt! / dark eddie x reader picture packs
(I would like to diversify the pictures i share so if anyone knows of any models online or find any pics, that fit the vibes i post - any race, weight or gender let me know)
#eddie munson#stranger things#eddie munson x reader#~♡picture-packs♡~#eddie munson x alt!reader#dark eddie munson
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i haven't posted (or really been properly active, i've been lurking for about half a year) in four years and i might end up deleting this because its so random and this isn't the account to do it but its the only one i have. fanfic writers — specifically eddie munson girlies who write x reader fics/blurbs — i so desperately need you to write more alt!reader fics. i need more of the [loser] nonpopular, punk/goth/etc girls Please. even the tomboys! i am drowning in prep/cheerleader fics/blurbs and im sure other alt girlies feel the same. thats not to say your works aren't good because they are. if i possessed even a drop of talent, and if i wrote stories/fanfics, i'd do it myself lol. so Please for the alt girlies give us a crumb. ((also would be lovely if they were poc inclusive))
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson x alt!reader#eddie munson x poc reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x black!reader#eddie munson x latina reader#stranger things
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