#eddie munson x femme!reader
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Unsmooth Operator
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Femme!Reader
Summary: It’s summer in Hawkins and Eddie finds himself caught up on the cute girl working at the record store in the mall
Warnings: Reader uses she/her pronouns, brief mentions of sexual content (nothing sexual actually happens), swearing, potentially lethal levels of adorableness
A/N: First of all, sorry it’s been so long since I posted my last fic. My poor little ADHD self is a slow writer, I’m afraid. But anyway, I kind of wrote this as a sort of prequel to my Henderson!Reader fic, but there’s no direct mention of Reader being related to anyone, so you can either read it as that or not. Also, special thanks to Mr. Joseph Quinn for confirming that Eddie Munson has no game.
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It’s June in Hawkins and the summer heat has already grown practically unbearable. The shitty window A/C unit Eddie’s been using has finally crapped out, and in the heat of the day the trailer is approximately the temperature of the sun. Mercifully, he’s found a sweet, air conditioned refuge in the newly built Starcourt mall, a temple to 20th century decadence and consumerism that also happens to be a very pleasant temperature inside.
Jeff and Gareth are tagging along today, which is fun except for the quick pit stop they had to make at the homegoods store so Gareth could pick up some new linens for his mom. They’ve finished that now, though, and Eddie’s already got their next destination in mind.
“I’m gonna do it”, Gareth insists as they go, “I’m gonna get a tattoo.”
“Your mom would kill you”, Jeff replies.”remember when she caught you smoking? I thought she wasn’t going to let us see you ever again after that.”
“It’s different now”, Gareth tells him, “I’m 16. I’m gonna be a junior. It’s time I make my own choices, you know?”
“Good luck with that”, Jeff laughs.
“Let’s hit the record store next”, Eddie cuts in, “I want to pick up the new Bob Dylan album for Wayne.”
“More like you wanna see the cute girl working the register”, Jeff teases.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about”, Eddie retorts, desperately hoping his cheeks aren’t actually turning as red as he thinks they are.
In truth, he does have an ulterior motive for wanting to go to the record store, and it is you. You’ve been going to Hawkins High for the past three years, but admittedly Eddie had never really been more than vaguely aware of your existence until this past semester, when you two had PE together. He had this routine he’d do where he would imitate the gym teacher when the man wasn’t looking, and it never failed to elicit a giggle from you. One day Eddie noticed how cute you looked when you laughed and well, he’s been a little bit stuck on you ever since.
“Why don’t you just ask her out?” Gareth comments, as if it’s just that easy.
Sweet, naive Gareth. Maybe for guys like Steve Harrington it’s that easy, but Eddie isn’t Steve Harrington. Gareth wasn’t there for Eddie’s early high school days. He wasn’t there during Eddie’s sophomore year when two hot juniors decided to prank him by convincing him their cheerleader friend was “super into him” or his junior year when he invited that girl from drama club to join Hellfire and she laughed out loud at him. Most girls don’t even want to be seen with Eddie “the Freak” Munson, let alone date him.
“Jeff’s talking out of his ass”, Eddie lies, “come on, let’s go.”
You are, of course, there at the counter when they walk in, and oh God, is that an Iron Maiden shirt you’re wearing? Fuck, as if he couldn’t be more into you.
“Um, Eddie, you good dude?” Gareth asks him and he realizes he’s stopped right there in the entrance of the store, just staring at you. He quickly turns away and walks the rest of the way into the store, thankful that you’re currently checking out a customer and probably didn’t notice him ogling you like a total weirdo.
Admittedly, this may not have been a good idea, at least if he wants to convince Jeff and Gareth he’s not into you. He quickly grabs a Bob Dylan tape and starts making for the door, desperate to just get out of there and spare himself anymore humiliation.
“Um, you gonna pay for that?” Jeff asks and fuck. He’s shoplifted before but he’s not interested in getting barred from the record store, so he’s not gonna risk it today.
“Right”, he mutters and then he forces himself to go up to the counter.
He feels like his heart is going to explode in his chest when he walks up and you flash him that brilliant smile of yours.
“Hi, Eddie”, you greet and his eyes grow wide because you know his name. Well, obviously you did, you had a class together, but it just sounds so good coming from your mouth that he momentarily ceases to function.
“Did you need help with something?” you ask after a moment.
“What?” Eddie asks, “oh no. Just um, just this.”
He sets the tape on the counter and you grab it to ring it up.
“Dylan”, you comment as you do, “not your usual fare.”
“It’s for my uncle”, Eddie explains, “he’s a big fan.”
“Cool”, you say, “I like your vest by the way. Dio. Nice.”
Well, that’s it. It’s over. Eddie’s done for.
“That’ll be $6.30”, you say.
“Oh, right money”, Eddie sputters and fishes a ten out of his pocket. He knows Jeff and Gareth are standing nearby, watching this all play out and probably laughing with each other about it. He’s definitely never living this down.
“You want a bag”, you ask as you finish gathering his change.
“Oh, I um, I guess”, he replies, not actually processing the question. You hand him his change, then place the tape in a bag and slide it over to him. He goes to grab it, and because he’s not at all paying attention to anything but you, inadvertently sends the display of Beach Boy tapes sitting on the counter tumbling to the floor.
“Oh shit”, he hisses, “oh fuck, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay”, you reply, coming around the counter, “I keep telling Doug he shouldn’t put that stuff so close to the register.”
You bend down to start picking up the tapes and years worth of Wayne’s lectures on behaving like a gentleman come flooding back to Eddie, so he quickly follows suit.
“Let me help you”, he says.
“Thanks”, you say and you’re smiling again and Eddie kind of wants to die.
With the two of you, it doesn’t take long to get everything cleaned up and back in order.
“I’m really sorry”, Eddie says again as you make your way back behind the counter, and then before he can stop himself, he blurts, “maybe I could make it up to you somehow?”
“What?” you ask, clearly unsure of what he means.
“I mean like, maybe I could buy you a-a coffee or something sometime”, he stammers.
You peer at him for a moment, and he braces for the inevitable rejection he’s about to endure.
“I like ice cream”, you say, “if you meet me here at 3 tomorrow, you can buy me some ice cream and we’ll call it even.”
Maybe Eddie’s already dead and this is heaven. That or he’s being punked somehow. Either way, he stands there like an idiot for a second, trying to process that you just suggested the two of you meet for ice cream.
“Um okay”, he says.
“Cool”, you grin, “see you then.”
“Right”, he says, “see you then.”
And then he’s swiping his bag from the counter and stiffly making his way back to Jeff and Gareth, his body still trapped in a state of shock.
“So”, Jeff prompts, “what was all that?”
“I um, I think I’m meeting her for ice cream tomorrow”, Eddie informs them.
The two younger boys exchange glances, mouths stretching into a matching pair of shit eating grins.
“Talking out of my ass, huh?” Jeff teases.
“Shut up”, Eddie snaps, “I’m just being polite okay? It’s not like a date or anything.”
“Sure it isn’t”, Gareth replies smugly.
“Whatever”, Eddie huffs and the others know not to continue the conversation, even if they spend the rest of the afternoon exchanging amused glances at each other.
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Eddie waits until he’s back at the trailer to let everything sink in. When it does, he feels a vague sense of panic washing over him.
Embarrassing as it is, Eddie’s never had a real, serious girlfriend before. Hell, aside from a brief flirtation with Tammy Thompson that ended in a very awkward hand job in the school parking lot, he’s never really had any experience with girls (or boys for that matter) at all. And Tammy was the one that initiated that. He wasn’t even really into her, he was just desperate for some sort of female attention.
You, though, he is into you. Very, very much into you. And he has no idea what the hell he’s supposed to do or say. He finally, finally has a chance to go out with his dream girl, and he’s almost certainly going to say something wrong and scare you off like pretty much everyone he’s ever been into.
He wonders what the weather in Wisconsin is like this time of year, because he’s halfway to hopping in his van and heading there now, never to be seen or heard from in Hawkins, Indiana again.
Then again, maybe he’s over thinking it. It’s not like the word “date” ever came up in your conversation. Maybe this really is just him paying you back for his clumsiness, and afterwards you won’t even spare him a second thought. In the end, he figures that whatever the case, he’s not just going to leave you high and dry, so he has no choice but to go.
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Eddie shows up outside the record store at 2:45 the next day. He stands there awkwardly, fiddling with his rings and secretly hoping that you don’t show up and he doesn’t have to deal with all of this.
No such luck though, you appear exactly at 3, looking as cute as ever in your jean skirt.
“Hey”, you greet and Eddie momentarily forgets how to speak.
“Hey”, he repeats, unable to formulate a coherent enough thought to do anything but copy your greeting.
“You ready to go?” you ask and he nods.
The record store is a fair bit away from Scoops Ahoy, and for probably the first time in his life, Eddie finds himself unsure of what exactly to say. Thankfully, you take the lead.
“So, have you heard Megadeth’s album?” you ask, “I got it the first day it came out and I love it.”
“Me too”, Eddie says, and he can feel himself being knocked out of his stupor then, “you know, my friends and I have a metal band.”
“Really?” you ask.
“Yeah”, he tells you, “we perform Wednesdays at the Hideout, if you ever want to come see us.”
“I’ll keep that in mind”, you smile and Eddie thinks his heart momentarily stops.
Walking into Scoops Ahoy with you by his side is an almost unreal experience. You and him go up to the counter and Steve Harrington is there in his little sailor suit that Eddie almost feels sorry that he’s forced to wear.
“Hey Steve”, you greet.
“Hey Y/N”, Steve replies, and then he notices that Eddie’s with you and he gets this super confused look on his face.
“So, uh, get whatever you want I guess”, Eddie says.
Once you two have ordered and gotten your ice cream, you eat it while idly wandering around the mall, just chatting about anything and everything. Eddie, as always, is frequently cracking jokes, and God is it mesmerizing to see the way you laugh in response.
It’s quite the disappointment when you’re finishing your ice cream and you’re bidding him farewell.
He knows he has to at least try to see you again so he tests the waters with a quick “that was fun, we should do it again sometime.”
“I’d like that”, you smile.
“Awesome”, he replies.
“Here”, you say, rooting around in your purse, “give me your hand.”
He obliges, and you produce a pen, which you use to scribble something onto his outstretched hand.
“What’s this?” he asks.
“My number”, you reply, “call me tonight or tomorrow?”
“Sure”, he tells you.
“Great”, you say, “I’ll see you, Eddie.”
“See you”, he says, hoping he doesn’t sound as absolutely lovesick to you as he does to himself.
You flash him one final smile before departing, and he just stands there awkwardly for a second, watching as you go. Once you’ve disappeared from sight and he’s snapped out of his trance, he peers down at the numbers you’d scrawled onto his hand. He has to remind himself that it’d be weird to get them tattooed onto himself permanently. He can’t believe that it worked. You went on a date with him, in public, and didn’t care if you were seen together. You laughed at his jokes. You gave him his number and asked to see him again. You liked him.
The trailer is as unbearably hot as ever when he returns, but for once, he doesn’t care. He’s too excited to call you later and hopefully set up another date.
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I'll Pay the Price, You Won't.
Chapter 1 / Chapter 2
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I came up with a little idea based off of Slut! by Taylor Swift and I'm never gonna stop being obsessed with it me thinks. I suppose it could be read as a one shot!
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plot: aquamarine, moonlit swimming pool...what if........all I need is you?
Pairings: modernrockstar!Eddie x bisexualfem!popstar!Reader (curvy!reader, bisexual!reader)
Warnings: slut shaming, body image insecurities, Eddie being too precious for this world, soft, comfort, reader is pretty girly and femme, so yeah
Easter Egg Count: 41
wc: 1.6k
“You know I want to be with you.”
“Oh yeah?” he said back, voice light and playful. His smirk was flooding his face, all well-intentioned and sugary sweet.
“Mhm.”
The pool water lapped around you while he laid on his stomach, black towel underneath his shirtless figure. His fingers fiddled with yours to keep pulling you close to the edge. As you looked up at him, illuminated by the hot pink neon glow from your inner tube, you couldn’t help but swoon like a teenage girl. His hair appeared nearly fuschia, darkened by the shadows of the night and the reflection of the porch light behind him.
With a smug yet playful smile, he let out a hum before asking, “And why’s that, sweetheart?”
“Maybe I have a crush on you,” you said softly.
That smile turned into a smirk, his thumb running over your knuckles. You nearly blended in with the water, your turquoise bikini matching the color exactly.
Usually, you wore a one piece to keep the world from commenting on whether your body looked good enough. It was hard enough to love your skin as it was—natural, textured. Stretch marks and cellulite. Scars from childhood mistakes. The exact opposite of whatever airbrushed magazine cover you or any of your peers were on, dolled up like plastic Barbies and whatnot.
But he had gotten you this bikini. Stood you in front of a mirror and traced the outline of your waist and your tummy, chuckling whenever you quivered from his touch. Whispered how gorgeous you were in your ear. Reminded you that no one else was around. You were safe.
(Even if his closest bodyguard, James, was standing outside his front door.)
“Yeah?” he asked.
“Mhm,” you mumbled, nodding.
“Had no idea,” he nearly whispered.
It felt right to be quiet. The hot California air had finally cooled for the night, the neighborhood surrounding Eddie’s house seemingly devoid of human existence. The Los Angeles skyline skimmed the horizon only when you chose to peek above his fence. The illusion of seclusion when you pretend this was a guarded castle.
“I know. I hid it so well.”
“Exceptionally. You’re a master of deception.”
“Mm, thank you.” The two of you chuckled softly before you tried to gently clear your throat. “So are you going to keep teasing me or are you going to tell me how you feel?”
His eyes searched yours, as if he was trying to find something but couldn’t quite remember what it was. “You already know what I want,” he said.
“Yeah, I do,” you lied, praying your insecurity wouldn’t bleed through. “Which is why I want to hear it out loud.”
Scooting closer to the edge of the pool, he began to kiss your hands.
“I.” Kiss. “Want.” Kiss. “To.” Kiss. “Be.” Kiss. “With.” Kiss. “You.”
You couldn’t help but smile. It felt like bliss, knowing that you weren’t the only one feeling this way. All the others were a jumbled mess of Maybe Later and Just Not Looking For A Serious Relationship Right Now. The girls wanted to play the field. The boys wanted something almost too casual. Those outside the gender binary would kiss and flirt at the bar and then ghost you on the dance floor.
But he…oh, he was something else entirely.
“Do we go out on a real date now?” you asked. “Or do we just skip to the sickly sweet, hot and raunchy sex?”
“‘Hot and raunchy’?” he questioned, laughing at your word choice.
You narrowed your eyes playfully. “Sorry, was I not sexy enough for you the first six times?”
“Never said that, darling.” The nickname had you nearly kicking your feet with schoolgirl affection. “And to answer your question, I think I should take you on at least one proper date before I blow your back out again.”
You couldn’t help but snort. “After three and a half months?”
“As if we were honest about being official until a few weeks ago.” You couldn’t disagree with him on that. “Besides, it’s better late than never.”
“What a gentleman.”
And he was.
Eddie Munson was nothing short of the nicest guy you’d ever liked. Maybe the nicest guy you’d ever met. He opened every door, from cars to hotels to bedrooms to the cages you'd thrown your heart into. When you left with him after your concert in Seattle, he sheltered you from the rain with his beloved leather jacket. He made you cum twice before he even dared to touch himself, worshiping your body like it was sculpted by the gods. Not to mention the homemade meals and the constant protection from the paparazzi whenever possible. He knew what the media had been doing to you. He hated it. Despised it.
And amidst it all, he still wanted you.
Even the mere thought of it still made you weep sometimes.
But Eddie’s smile began to falter. “What do you reckon the verdict will be when they see us?”
You knew what that forlorn smile meant. You knew what this was doing to him, but it felt like nothing compared to what the outside world thought. It had been done to Whitney. Amy. Rihanna. Britney. Miley. Lindsay. Megan. Lizzo. Taylor. Hell, even Olivia, Sabrina, and Billie were being given hell now that they were emerging into adulthood.
And now it was down to you. Another female popstar thrown to the goddamn wolves.
Before you could think about how pessimistic it sounded, you said, “I’ll be labeled a slut and you’ll be considered a king. The cycle will only continue.”
The media were vipers. Predators. They wanted to hunt you down with cameras and watch you and Eddie Munson do something obscene. Vulgar. Just as his reputation had forewarned. The lead of a metal band (god forbid), along with the residual damage of “devil worshipping music” despite it not being the fucking Eighties anymore. However, in their storybook you were just the right kind of girl for him to corrupt.
He did anything but that.
“I don’t want it to be like that,” Eddie whispered, his eyes shining with the threat of tears. “You know that, right?”
“Yeah, I do.” You shook your head, trying to clear all of the voices and camera flashes out of your head. “I don’t know. I just don’t want this to blow up in our faces.”
At first, the label was furious.
You were a cutesy role model for a demographic that you were not originally catering to. But the magnetic pull of a synthesizer flowed through you with the frizz of the vocoder and the glitter and the bright colors and advocacy and passion and the people—
You were helping people. Especially the teenage girls. You were giving hope and guidance to them. Reminding them that they could achieve dreams far beyond their wildest dreams. Even if they were queer. Even if they weren’t thin.
You were becoming an inspiration.
But after a while, you were seen as merely a PG-13 performer with all of the downfalls of being a woman, a popstar in her early twenties. Your life stopped being about you and started being about the narrative storyline of some fucking fairytale that you had no ability to write yourself, even if it was written in every song you released.
It was sick enough knowing that people who didn’t know you would write books about you some day.
But then you were seen at one of Corroded Coffin’s shows. Your music spiked on the charts despite the bizarre outrage at how different you were. The demographic your label originally wanted began to seep back in all in a matter of a few weeks. Back before you asked him about his feelings. Back before your confessions were frozen in the steam between you.
After that, the label wanted you and Eddie to play it up for the cameras. Stir up attention. Enjoy the ride, write the music, and then profit from the gossip columns and clout. Get more followers, more likes. Be endorsed by another fragrance subscription service or wireless headphones.
Make them money. Risk your heart in the meantime.
It was a gamble, but why wouldn’t someone bet on a losing dog?
“Favorite Beatles song right now?” he asked, drawing your attention away from the world outside.
You grinned. “‘A Taste of Honey’.”
“Ah, from Please Please Me." You nodded. "Sometimes I forget how good their first album was.”
“You know, it’s incredible to me that you know their entire discography and yet I’ve never once heard you listening to them,” you observed.
Eddie winked at you, opening his mouth to say something but was interrupted by the meow of a cat. Both of you turned your heads to see his black cat, Oz, pawing at the back door.
“Someone wants a treat, the spoiled bastard. At least Puppet has manners," Eddie said with a sigh before looking back at you. "Why don’t you come back in with me, hm?” he asked, lightly stroking your cheek. "Throw a movie on and cuddle or something?”
“Can we?” you pleaded. “Please?”
“Anything for you, sweetheart. Anything.”
He helped you out of the pool, grabbing a towel and drying you off. He finished up with a gentle kiss to your forehead, the inner tube left forgotten and floating in the water.
“Hey, Eddie?”
His eyebrows knit together. “Yeah? What’s up?”
You could only wonder what it would be like if this didn’t end up in some fit of flames along the length of your graves. Caskets lying side-by-side, big fat crosses sitting on top like a pointed threat. His headstone littered with roses while yours drowned in spray paint. Eulogies and hymns crescendoing into a wave of madness as they repeated your fears back to you: Nothing lasts forever.
Or maybe you’d end up in a small house somewhere, making music together while you drowned out the rest of the world. One day where the chatter would flutter into a whisper and you could walk down the street of some coastal town and not get ogled at. The stars would align and you could say to yourself, It was worth it.
But it was only August, nearly swallowing you whole with the heat threatening to scorch your skin. Maybe yours more than his, but nevertheless there were going to be scars—
You knew to love him was to lose your mind.
And maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing.
“For once, I think…” A smile met your lips. “Well, maybe it’s worth it.”
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Ride the Lightning
Summary: Eddie is hanging out in his girlfriend's bedroom when he discovers something... naughty and delightful.
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Eddie Munson/Reader. Established relationship
Warnings: Very, very smutty. No Minors! 18+ only. Canon compliant.
A/N: I have been writing this is fits and starts for weeks, but I just couldn't stop. I meant it to be a quick and dirty little drabble about a boy, and girl and her vibrator, but then I went and got feelings all over it and it turned out way longer than I intended too. Please consider reblogging, it really helps. Also, this way for my AO3 and my masterlists. 5433 wds
“Baby… what’s this?”
You look up from where you’re lying on your tummy on your bed reading a trashy romance novel to see your boyfriend of six months holding…
“Oh my God, Eddie! Put that back!”
…Your vibrator.
You met at a punk show in Indianapolis in the depths of Winter. Eddie was working the door, and when you walked up late to meet your pals who were already inside, he’d looked you up and down, given you a wrist stamp, and a wink, and ushered you in without asking for a dime.
It was almost as if he’d known the way to your heart was free gigs.
Later he’d “bumped into you” at the bar and bought you a drink. Then you bought him one. Then there were shots with the band. The next thing you knew the two of you were back at your apartment, sprawled across your ratty old sofa, his tongue in your mouth and your hand in his pants. You’d been dating ever since.
Being with Eddie was both delightfully easy, and head-fuckingly bizarre at the same time.
First of all, he was a metaller, and you’d only ever dated punks, stoners and on one less than stellar occasion, a party guy from California who wore pastel exclusively. You were not prepared for the level of energy Eddie brought to your relationship, the earnestness and often kind of confronting honesty. He told you he loved you three months in, and then proceeded to spend the next three months showing just how much.
“I learned the hard way not to fuck around,” he told you once, when you’d pressed him on how he could tell someone he loved them so easily. “I know for a fact you don't always get that tomorrow you're putting things off till. You know?”
Which brings you to the second thing: Eddie was from Hawkins, that town down state that had caught fire and burned to the ground - like the whole town. They called it Indiana’s Centralia, now, after that town out East that’d been burning for 30 years? That was Hawkins. Everyone had been evacuated and there was still a danger zone three miles deep around the place.
Eddie talked about it sometimes, not a lot, but enough for you to know he wasn’t over what had happened to him there. All you knew was he’d seen some shit, been badly hurt and never wanted to go back. Except… as much as he hated the place, as much as it scared him and he never wanted to see it again, it was like he knew one day he’d have to.
It was eerie, honestly.
He never took off his shirt, either. Not even in bed. You’d felt that the skin on his ribs and chest wasn’t entirely smooth, and once in bed he’d rolled over in his sleep and you’d glimpsed some shiny pink skin at his waist. You knew it had been bad, you knew there’d been fire, but those scars looked… well, they didn't look like burn scars. They almost looked like... well, it was silly what you'd thought. Besides, it had been dark and what the fuck did you know, anyway?
Glimpsing them hadn’t made you any less curious about him, but it did make you stop trying to get him to take his shirt off in bed.
You didn’t know how to tell him that he was safe with you, that he was the best boyfriend you’d ever had. Kind, considerate, thoughtful; that you thought it was quick, sure, but maybe you were falling in love with him.
He’d introduced you to his only family, his uncle Wayne, who lived in Wyoming now, but came to visit him a lot, and the guys from his band - Gareth, Jeff and Dave - Corroded Coffin.
He shared a place with them in Speedway, you'd stayed there a few times. You loved the guys, really you did, but it was kind of a dump, so you spent a lot of time together at your studio on Canal Walk.
He wasn’t perfect - he could be impulsive, your dad worried about his “fiscal stability”, and for someone with so many secrets, he sure was nosey.
Which was why he was currently standing in your bedroom holding your goddamned vibrator with a look on his face like he’d just won the sexual lottery.
In his defense - not that he deserved any - you are the one who left the draw open, which was practically an invitation to pry as far as Mister Sticky Beak here was concerned. But still, a girl could keep some secrets, couldn’t she?
You leap off the bed and make a grab for it - or try to - before he can push the little black button on the base of the thing.
Eddie, being Eddie, holds it above his head, just out of your reach and says, “Now now, let's not be hasty,” as you try vainly to grab it.
“Eddie,” you whine and consider elbowing him in the ribs - but the other thing that glimpse of his scars has given you is a healthy respect for his body. You’d rather die than hurt him. You’ll have to resort to pouting and pleading instead. “Give it back. That’s private.”
You give him a pointed look and hope he’ll pick up what you’re putting down. Naturally he doesn’t.
“Is it though?” He leers at you, trying not to laugh right in your face. “I mean, I am sort of in charge of delivering the orgasms around here now, aren’t I?”
You bark a laugh, despite yourself. “Oh, who are you, again? Cruise director of the love boat? My orgasms are my business, mister!”
“That’s not what you were saying last night,” he says slyly, before putting on the worst - also the most annoyingly accurate - impersonation of you in the throes of passion, pitching his voice just below a falsetto squeak. “Oh Eddie! Oh Eddie, you’re gonna make me… I’m gonna… Oh, oh, oh!”
Scars be damned, you poke him right in the armpit, and he drops the vibe with an “oof”. You grab it before it can hit the ground, and make to run away with it, but he grabs you - playfully - around the waist and mock-wrestles you onto your bed. You land on top of him, both of you breathless and laughing by now, the vibe clutched tightly in your fist, up by his head.
His hands slip down you back, over your hips and he grabs two good handfuls of your ass. In the six months since you started fooling round he has never missed an opportunity to show you how much he loves touching you, kneading your flesh, tracing all your curves. He likes it almost as much as he seems to like being touched by you. It’s one of the things you adore the most about him - he has a healthy respect and fulsome admiration for your big, bouncy body.
“OK,” he says. “Let’s settle this like gentlemen. Let’s play a game…”
You squint at him, not trusting him one inch - you trust him completely, but you also do. Not. Not one inch.
“Like gentlemen, old sport! What what,” you reply, in a mock English accent.
“Let’s play Quid, Pro, Quo.”
Now, you’ve never played a game called Quid, Pro, Quo before, but he just took you to see Silence of the Lambs last week - you don’t care what anyone says about psychological thriller, that was a dang horror film in disguise - so you think you have a pretty good idea what it means.
“Ew, Eddie, I am not role playing sexy serial killers with you,” you say, and put up a bit of a struggle to get off him.
That really makes him laugh, but instead of letting you get away, he wraps his arms around you and gives you a squeeze.
“Oh Jesus Christ, no. That does nothing for me, either,” he says with a theatrical shudder, that only serves to rub you forcefully all over his body, your soft squishy boobs against the hard, warm planes of his chest. It makes something delicious tingle deep in your core. How’s that for quid pro what-the-fuck-ever, you get plenty of pleasure and enjoyment out of his body, too.
“No, in my version of the game, we take turns offering each other something we think the other might want, and if they do, they have to…”
He lifts a hand off your derriere and waves it around suggestively.
“What like, I offer you a BJ, and if you want one - “
“If!” Eddie snorts.
“ - you have to offer me ‘something of equal or greater value’?”
“Yeah,” he says with a grin. “Something like that. And then you can counter it with something of greater value again.”
“Like a sexy version of ‘chicken’?”
“Well, I was trying to make it classy, but we can go with ‘Sexy Chicken’ if that works. My idea, so I start…”
“Nuh huh, Big Fella,” you say, tweaking his chin with the hand not currently holding a goddamned vibe. “Ladies first… OK, what will you give me to get the hell off you.”
“Oh no,” Eddie replies, nose scrunched up. “I wouldn’t even give you a dime for that. You’ll have to stay exactly where you are.” He grabs your ass again, and kind of settles in with a sigh.
“Ungh, OK,” you say, rolling your eyes. “What if I… take off my bra.”
“Without getting off me?”
“Without getting off you, you perv.”
He laughs and then bites his lip considering. “OK, I will give you a foot rub. Both feet. On… Thursday, straight after your shift at the coffee shop.”
You gasp. You work nights at the campus beanery and your feet are routinely absolutely battered by the end of the night.
Once, early in your courting, Eddie had been waiting for you at your place when you came home from one of those shifts. He’d waited for you to kick off your shoes, and slump in your favorite chair, before kneeling down next to you, and starting to knead your instep, heels, calves and the pads of your toes. Without being asked.
No offence to the many wonderful orgasms you’d shared with each other since you met, but that massage had been better than sex.
Now that he was working the door at the club more regularly, Eddie wasn’t around when you finish work much anymore, so this offer was kind of a big deal.
You start reaching behind yourself to unclasp your bra without saying another word - only to then realize you are still holding the Goddamned vibrator. You chuck it up the bed by the pillows, and he grins down at you cheekily.
“I’m on a goddamned promise, Munson,” you say, from somewhere inside your tee shirt.
“Yeah, yeah, you know I’m good for it.”
His eyes slip over your shoulders and arms as you wriggle and twist, pulling your straps off under your tee shirt and pulling the bra out the sleeve. Through two layers of denim you feel his cock twitch when your unfettered boobs press against his torso. He bites his tongue and sweeps his hands up and down your arms. His gaze is just as warm and soft.
“Ta dah!” you say, flinging the bra away. You’re immediately jostled a bit by his laughter. “My turn again?”
“Your turn,” Eddie agrees.
You take your time thinking, trying to remember some throw away snippet of kinkiness he’d hinted at, or a time when he’d wanted to try something, but you hadn’t. Finally, you mind settles on a movie you’d watched together one rainy afternoon that had ended in a mind blowing fuck on the floor of your en suite bathroom.
“I will let you do that - you know - that thing, from 9 1/2 Weeks.”
Eddie goes very still. “OK, I need to be clear here, are you talking about the striptease?”
“Nope… the other thing.”
“With the - the ice and the -”
“And the blindfold.”
“Holy fuck,” Eddie said, eyes like saucers.
You cross your hands on top of his chest and rest your chin on the back of them. “I play to win, Munson,” you say, all cocky.
He laughs at you. “Oh my God, what have I got that would match that?”
“What indeed?”
He looks at you thoughtfully, reaches up and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear tenderly, and then in the smallest voice you’ve ever heard him use, he says, “The next time we fuck - I’ll take off my shirt. I’ll take it off. For you.”
It’s so not what you were expecting, so not where you thought this teasing, titillating game was going, that for a second you’re too shocked to say anything. Your voice just deserts you, until finally…
“Baby, you don’t have to do that.”
“No, I know,” he says with a sigh, his eyes slipping away from yours, to focus on a tendril of your hair he’s playing with. “But I also know it’s weird - ”
You do push away from him then, because you’ve suddenly got this horrible weight in the pit of your stomach. Did you give him that idea? Had you made him feel pressured?
“It’s not weird,” you say. He sits up too, as if he’s going to argue the point. So you stop him, with a hand to his chest.
“It’s not weird,” you say, firmly. “It’s private. It’s none of my business, it’s - you don’t have to tell me or show anything you don’t want to.”
He covers your hand on his chest with one of his own.
“But what - what if I want it to be your business,” he says. “God, that sounded way better in my head. I mean - “
You turn your hand, take hold of his and squeeze, nodding for him to go on.
“I don’t want us to have secrets anymore. I feel like I’m keeping something from you every time we fuck, and I don’t want to any more.”
“Then I’m happy for you to tell me anything you want to tell me. But Eddie, you have to know -”
His eyes are so big and limpid in the dim light of your room and you just - you don’t want any secrets any more either.
“You must know I l-love you,” you say finally, tripping over the biggest four letter word in the language.
He smiles, warmly, but you can’t help noticing there’s sadness there too as he scoots up the bed.
“Sweetheart,” he says, reaching behind his head to pull the back of his shirt over his shoulders and off. “You really do play to win.”
The tee shirt sails off the side of the bed and then there’s just him, his arms out wide, head lowered so you can’t really see his face, just his mottled torso and the top of his dear, beloved head.
You knew it was going to be bad, but it’s actually even worse than that. He’s not looking at you, so you have time to school your face into a placid, relaxed gaze, to not to show what you’re really feeling, because you know the shock and horror would hurt him, even if he pretended it didn’t.
Now you understand exactly why he’d never shown you before; why it took him half a year to trust you with this. You’re honest enough with yourself to admit if you’d seen the ruin of his chest in the first few blushy weeks of your romance, you might have run for the hills.
Low, on his right side, there are gouges - not burns - angry-looking welts of pinkish, reddish skin that bulge and buckle like an infection that’s healed badly. Dotted around this scar are little rosy contusions, like blood has burst under the surface and congealed there. Deep scores - healed, but puckered - rake across his hip. They look like they could pop open again at the slightest provocation.
You can’t keep back the gasp that comes when you take in the extent of the damage to his right side, though. There’s almost nothing there but scar; no nipple, or curve of skin over fat, muscle and bone. Instead it’s just a horribly twisted rent in the flesh where those parts of his anatomy should be.
Without thinking, you reach out - to what? Sooth? Map? Verify? You don’t know - only to pull back before you can touch him. He catches your hand, pulling it towards his ruined pec, flattening your fingers, gently, like he’s trying not to spook you, and pressing them to the skin.
“It’s OK,“ he says. “It doesn’t hurt. It’s healed. It’s actually…I was going to try and say it’s not as bad as it looks. But, ah, it is - it was - exactly as fuckin’ bad as it looks.”
“Oh Eddie,” you whisper, because there’s really nothing else you can say. The skin under your fingertips is warm and hard, feels rubbery and artificial. You feel what’s left of his muscles flex a little under it.
He lets go of your hand and takes hold of your shoulders.
“You can’t tell anyone,” he says, urgently, whispering your name rather than one of his many pet names for you, squeezing your shoulders for emphasis. “Everything they say about Hawkins, the - the fire, the chemical spills. It’s all bullshit. I’ll tell you all of it, one day, if you want. But, it’s a long story. Can we - another time?”
You nod as if you understand, but you don’t. You’re not sure you ever will, or even want to.
“Do they - can you feel me?” You ask, sliding your hands so gently over the scars, touching. mapping each one.
“Yeah, I can feel you,” he says. “I always feel you.”
With your hand still on his chest, you kneel up, straddling his thighs, press yourself closer to him, leaning in to kiss to his mouth, slowly and thoroughly, so he knows - so he can be certain - this knowledge changes nothing except to make things more real, more sure between you.
“I'm so sorry this happened to you. And I am so glad you survived.” You hear your voice catch on that last bit, feel the tears choking up at the back of your throat.
He makes a soothing sound and wraps his arms around you.
“I was mad about it, for a long time,” he says, his voice muffled where his face is pressed into your neck. “But - this is going to sound fucking insane - everything that happened brought me here.”
He leans back and looks up into your eyes. You cup his dear face in your hands.
“I don’t think I’d change a fucking thing - not even losing my goddamned nipple - if it meant I didn’t get to have you.” His voice is gentle, soothing, and so full of love he’ll never need to say the words if he just keeps talking to you like that.
You kiss him then, because you’re not sure what will happen if you try to speak. You don’t want to cry all over him. He’d only end up taking care of your messy feelings, when you’re pretty sure he’s got big enough feelings of his own to deal with.
You lean back and smoothing your hands over his bare shoulders and back to his neck, you say, “so, I guess that makes it my turn again, huh?”
He barks one of his big braying guffaws, wraps his arms around you and squeezes.
“Oh, we’re still playing? OK, OK, sure, babycakes. Whaddaya got?“
Out of the corner of your eye you catch a glimpse of that goddamn vibe sitting by your pillow. The idea pops into your head before you’ve really thought about the logistics, but once it’s there, you almost can’t get it out. Could you? Should you? Really?
You pull yourself off his lap and crawl up the bed, collapsing onto your back, the pillows under your head. Eddie twists to watch, and his eyes go soft when you pick up the vibe and turn it over in your hands.
“What if I… ride the lighting, right here, right now, while you watch?”
You both stare at each other for a second, until Eddie cracks, snickering like a naughty school boy.
“Ride the what now?”
“Ride the - the lightning, baby,” you say, giggling and waving the vibe. “That’s what they call it right? ‘Cause it’s electrical? “
“Oh my God, seriously? What the hell have you been reading?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?
“I’m pretty damned sure I would,” Eddie says, bemused. He crawls up the bed after you to lie on his side looking down at the little pink vibe in your hands.
He reaches out, and thumbs the little black button on the bottom. The little thing starts up with a buzz that makes the breath catch in both your chests. Eddie hmms, and runs the tips of his finger over the soft, curved edge. You know he’s picturing it, picturing you spread out for him, pleasuring yourself while he watches.
“OK,” he says, lifting the vibe out of your hands, and gently rolling it over the curve of your breast. It feels so good, even through your tee shirt, you can’t help squirming a little at the sweet, tingling hum of it. “I see your offer of a wanton display of feminine lust, and I raise you… me fucking you with this - where does it - oh, I see where that goes - me fucking you with this, while we both watch.”
“Mmmmhmmm.”
Without saying a word, you start pushing your sweatpants down your legs and trying to wriggle out of your tee shirt at the same time, which ends up getting you all tangled, so Eddie has to put the vibe down and help you get the shirt off.
“Leave your panties on,” he says, breathless as he lies on his back to thumb open the button on his own jeans and start kicking them off.
“I think we messed up the game,” you say, as you scoot back on the bed, and watch Eddie pulling off his boxers and socks. “I think I got too many turns.”
“Hmmm?” Eddie hums, thoroughly distracted by your breasts and thighs, and his eyes are fixed on the damp patch you can feel slowly spreading across the crotch of your white panties. He’s not thinking about the game or his scars, or Hawkins. Just you. The joy floods through you like sweet honey in your veins, warm and delicious. You get to have him, have this. Fuck, yes. Life, God, the Universe - whatever - may suck ass sometimes, but sometimes, it’s also this good.
He guides you to lie back as he slides up next to you. His cock, half hard and leaking, is pressed against your hip as he leans over you to kiss your mouth. Then there’s a click, and a hum as the vibe starts again. Still kissing you he starts to roll it, so gently from your collarbone, over the swell of your breast, to your nipple.
“Eddie,” you hiss, arching your back. He pulls away from you, to turn his head and look down the length of your torso to the stiff, pink peak of your tit.
He hums again, almost to himself, like he’s considering where to go next. When it seems like he’s decided, he drags the vibe slowly across your sternum, to your other nipple, and rolls the buzzing silicone over your tender flesh. He looks down at your chest.
“God, baby, look at these pretty little titties,” he says, biting his plush lower lip.
You look down at yourself, but the sight of him holding the buzzing tip of the vibe to your quivering nipple is too much. You mewl, and grip the sheets beneath you in your fists, pushing yourself into the warmth the vibe is creating.
“Do you - oh, God - do you like them, Eddie?”
He leans down to suck the stiff peak of your other nipple into his soft, wet mouth and lets it go with an obscene pop.
“Oh Princess, you know I do.”
You’re just holding on as the buzzing against your tender flesh starts to verge on pain. But it’s the kind of pain that shoots right through your core to your aching cunt, makes it flutter and clench.
“Fuck, Eddie,” you whine, arching your back and rubbing your thighs together, before letting your legs fall open and tilting up your hips.
“Hmmmm, so sensitive,” he says, his voice deep and rough. He tilts his face again to look down your body to your sex and his hair brushes across your cheek like a butterfly’s kiss. “Oh ho ho, what do we have here?“
“Please, baby," you whine, canting your hips again. “Please.”
“Needy girl,” he sing-songs, and starts dragging the vibe across your sternum and down, over your belly to the edge of your white cotton panties. “Oh no, you’ve made a bit of a mess here, Princess.”
You know that by “mess” he means the damp patch. You’ve been wet since he started this game, and now you’re practically flooding. Any other time you’d be embarrassed about that, and the noises you're making as he rolls the vibe across your pubic bone and your mons, but you just can’t summon an ounce of shame right now. All you want is that vibe where it belongs, buried in your pussy, or on your clit. You fucking want it.
“Please, Eddie, don’t tease me,” you say, and your voice sounds so shaky, you’re shivering so hard your teeth are almost chattering.
He slips the vibe over the thin cotton, to the damp patch. He rolls the vibe around pressing in. It almost makes you jerk, like he’s touched a live wire to your core.
“Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,” you start chanting, pressing your hips up into that hot buzz. “Fuck, yes. Right there, oh, oh Eddie.”
Your head is thrown back, eyes clamped shut as you chase that feeling, fisting the sheets under you. You can feel it building so you chase it. If he keeps this up you’ll come just like this.
“Hold on there, sweetheart,'' he says, not removing the vibe, but easing some of the pressure. “We’ll get you there, but not too soon, OK?”
You can’t help the whine that follows. It sounds so needy and pathetic. Again, you’d be embarrassed, but it’s all you’re capable of right now. It makes Eddie chuckle, and worse, lift the vibe away from you altogether.
“Edd-ie,” you pout. But he just taps your hip and starts to slowly peel your panties down. You lift your ass long enough for him to get them out from under your butt, and then he’s drawing them down your thighs, and calves, over your feet and off. And then, like the wild goddamned animal he is, he smooshes them against his nose and mouth and breathes deep.
“Fu-uck, baby, you smell so good.”
You respond to his teasing by spreading your legs wide and slipping your fingers between your wet folds. “Yeah? How does it look, Daddy?” You ask him, as his eyes fix on your cunt.
He knows what a fucking buzz you get from him looking at your sex. You don’t know why, or what it means, but any time he looks at your pussy, you feel yourself get exponentially hotter, infinitely wetter. Part of you thinks you could just come from him watching you spreading while he tells you how good your little kitty looks, how much he wants it. Which is kind of what’s happening right now, God have mercy.
He throws your panties over his shoulder, and leans down to nose your hand out of the way and suck your little rose bud into his mouth. It’s kind of an awkward angle, but that just makes it feel even better, unexpected and strange.
“Taste fucking good, too,” he says, pulling off your clit, breathless and a little dazed. His cock, hard and red, is jutting up from his lap, the tip wet with pre-come. You want to suck it, but before you can ask for it, he rolls the vibe over your mons, and presses it hard, against the left side of your clit.
That really does make you jackknife up off the bed. You can feel the buzz everywhere, in everything, all at once. It’s humming in your cunt, your ass, even your nipples, it reverberates through your teeth and out the top of your head, where every single follicle is standing on end. There are thousand tiny bubble bursting under your skin, and you never want it to end.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” you hear Eddie say, as if from a distance. “Fuck yeah, fucking ride it.”
You realize there’s someone in the room wailing… it takes you a second to understand that that someone is you. You’ve got one hand fisted in the sheets, and the other is gripping Eddie’s knee. Your toes are curled into the blankets, and your eyes are clenched shut as the orgasm arcs through you like he’s just flicked the on switch and lit you up.
It seems to go on forever, every muscle in your body going into spasm for long, hot seconds of pleasure, until it slowly starts to ebb away.
You slap feebly at Eddie’s hand when it’s too much, when the intense pleasure has melded into a keen pain. He gently lifts the vibe away from you, thumbs the button and leans over to put it on your bedside table.
For a couple of minutes, you can’t open your eyes or move a muscle. It’s like all your bones have turned to jelly. You lie there, spread eagle, panting, your hand still gripping his thigh.
“Fucking hell, Eddie,” you whisper, finally. “Fucking hell.”
“Yeah?”
You peel open one eyelid to look at him, leaning by your side. “Yeah,“ you breathe, only just able to nod your head.
You attempt to sit up and turn to him. It’s a pretty pathetic attempt, all things considered and you end up sort of limply rolling towards him, the vision of that big, red, weeping cock of his is still fresh in your mind. “What about…”
He’s got one arm across his lap, covering his groin.
“Yeah, about that…”
“Oh my God, did you just bust a nut from watching me come?”
“You make sound so romantic,” he says wryly, reaching over the edge of the bed and snagging his Metallica shirt to cover his slowly deflating junk with.
“Eddie,” you say, reaching for him. “Baby, that is the hottest fucking thing that has ever happened to me.”
“Sure, sure,” he says, as he wipes up his lap and throws the tee shirt into the far corner of the room. But he lets you pull him on top of you, your loose, sweaty bodies sliding together a perfect fit.
“You’re just too… God,” he says, snuffling into the crook of your neck and wrapping his arms and legs around you and under you in a sticky, sexy bear hug. “Too fucking sexy. I had to bust.”
You both laugh, giddily.
Eventually he rolls off you, and leans up on his elbow, his tousled head resting on his palm as he looks down at you. He’s so lovely, those chocolate eyes, and his plush, beautiful mouth, even the road map of pain on his chest that leads all the way back into his past, all the way to you two here, in this bed… even that has a kind of raw beauty. He’s a survivor, your man.
“Eddie,” you say, reaching up to twine a lock of his hair around the finger. “I think I was wrong.”
He grunts a little as he leans over you to grab a pack of smokes from the bedside table. He pops two out and lights them both at the same time, like some Beatnik from the 60s, one for him and one for you.
He takes a lit smoke from between his lips and holds it out for you. You take it, wait for him to take his own out of his mouth and blow a plume of smoke over your heads, before you lean in and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
Leaning back again, you take a drag, blow a plume of smoke of your own, and smile.
“Yeah,” you say, stretching languidly. “I think you are in charge of dispensing the orgasms ‘round here now.”
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female-coded reader, mentions of pregnancy. Read more is higher up because of this! Reader is 18 in this.
"Your poor nails," Eddie coos. He can see them more clearly, sitting behind you now.
The entire time he drove to the store, you sat in the passenger seat arms folded across your chest. You were quick in the store, sliding out of the van before he could get the gear fully into park. Part of it was because you'd heard--from others-- the best time to take a test is first thing in the morning. Your bladder would've never made it if Eddie went in by himself.
The nerves have been killing you and with a bad habit of nail biting, they received the short end of the deal. For the past two weeks you've been chewing them over and over and over, hoping today would be the day. But it never was.
You had a decently regular period. Only under certain extreme stress had you missed a period completely--the height of having to put together all your materials for college applications. You'd gotten accepted--much to your relief, but now you couldn't fuck it up.
You wouldn't consider Eddie and yours relationship as something so fragile that it couldn't handle a baby, but you didn't want that. Not right now. You wanted to be young and be a kid and have fun at parties, drink too much, have a brush with the law--maybe. But not this. Not a kid.
Eddie's fingers smooth over yours. His breath brushes over your cheek as you rest into his chest. He's a comfort to have in this moment. When you first had an inkling that something might be wrong, pulling him aside during lunch to talk to him, he comforted you then. A big hug, asking if you wanted to wait or check immediately. He and the nurse were solid--though, he shouldn't be using his connections to the few staff and teachers that did like him to get away with ditching, it was you and he'd do it in a heartbeat.
You didn't want to panic right away. Sometimes your period was a day or two late, sometimes four or five days late but it always came. You told him then you'd wait one more week.
One more week has landed you here.
You turn into Eddie's chest, the floor of the bathroom hard under your knees. He hums, adjusting his arms to take you in. "It's gonna be okay, sweetheart. We're gonna be okay."
"Do-do you want a kid right now?" you ask into the lapels of his vest.
"It's not ideal," Eddie returns. "It is far from it. But I'd make it work, ya know? We take the punches. They hurt like hell. But we take them and then we keep going, right? Isn't that what life is about?"
"Do you want kids at all?" you whisper, your find his t-shirt covering his torso and ball it into your fist.
"Eventually. A couple little munchkins--wild hair and making me regret my youth." His laugh is soft and it rumbles in your ear. "I wanna do right by them, you know? Give them what I didn't have--being there for sports. God, imagine me showing up to soccer games, shouting 'Sports! Yeah! Down the field! Look alive, Jr, look alive!'
The scene plays out in front of your eyes. Eddie still in his ripped jeans but having traded vintage band t-shirts in for a more leather look, running alongside the field to cheer his kid on. You imagine you're in the stands, holding jackets and sports bags and maybe the youngest of your family in your lap while Eddie gets toe to toe with a ref about a bad call. You might call out to him, gently wave for him to take it down just a notch. We can't get banned from games, sweetheart. Not a cool dad look, you might say.
And it would be all you needed to say for Eddie to nod, coming back to the bleachers to take the youngest and bring them down to the sidelines on his hip. You'll keep me in check, right bud? Keep your old man from getting locked up over an absolute horse manure call, he might tease.
But it's all future. It's all late twenties and a college degree and a house and not right now.
You don't even realize you're crying. Not until Eddie gently shushes you, rocking you side to side. "It's alright. If-if this is positive and you don't want a baby right now, then-then we can talk about it," Eddie offers.
It comes out in stutters, Eddie unsure of his own words, because would a kid be all that bad? Maybe it wouldn't. Maybe it would be. He's not sure anymore. He just hates to see you worried.
The kitchen timer shrills in the tiny bathroom. Eddie's attention snaps up to the chicken shaped item and he tightens you in his hold. For the first time in a long time, Eddie prays. He shuts his eyes and prays that for your sake this test is the answer you want it to be. It's a quick prayer and then he's nudging you gently, thumb brushing over your cheek.
You're slow to remove yourself from the safety of Eddie's body. His smile is gently, but wobbly. "I-if you want, I'll check," he offers.
You shake your head. "Together?" you propose.
He nods. "Stand up on the count of three...hundred?"
You exhale a tuft of laughter. "On the count of three."
"Since you want to be a party pooper," he teases.
You two count down together and then push up. The liquid is clear in the container--a torturous twenty minutes. But there it sits in your face. Clear liquid. You clutch the ends of the counter--a wave of relief hitting you. "It's negative," you exhale.
Eddie squeezes at your hips and you turn to face him, only to be engulfed in a hug. Eddie feels only a tiny sting of pain in his chest, the part of him that did want to do better by his children. But he's thankful it's not right now. The future--he can do all that in the future.
You're not sure how long you're in that bathroom, embracing. Your face buried in his neck and his face buried in yours. But it feels good to have a small small sigh of relief.
"We're using condoms for forever," you tease. You two discussed trying sex with no additional protection, considering you'd been on the pill for two years. It sounded like a good idea at the time until this brush. You know condoms weren't 100% safe either, but the combination made you feel safer than without it now.
Eddie laughs. "I can agree to that. Scouts honor."
The rainy day in Hawkins doesn't slow but it doesn't really matter as you curl up on Eddie's bed. Half the night you could hardly sleep and it caught up now. Eddie sits on the floor in front of the mattress, notebooks in his lap. Though Eddie didn't really care about school, he still did his best to make an effort and you'd only agree to nap if he agreed to use the time to be productive. He gave in easily to the soft demand.
You're not even sure how long you're drifting in and out of sleep, trying to let sleep embrace you but something floating deep within your subconscious that keeps waking you. You only sort of get a feeling of what it might be when you sit up, thinking the nerves of earlier are still playing tricks on your bladder.
Eddie watches you pad into the bathroom, his pajama bottoms on your hips. He smiles and then looks back down into his algebra textbook and groans. Yep, he was totally doing that equation wrong.
With a sigh, he starts over, eraser carrying away the error.
"Really?" Your voice echoes and Eddie scrambles to get up from the floor.
He doesn't bother knocking. The door opens wide with Eddie's eyes frantically searching the room. It's just you on the toilet, pants down, toilet tissue in hand. And there, on it, he notices something a twinge red.
"Your period?" he asks.
"Yes! We did all this fretting for the bitch to show up right after!" You discard the used tissue into the bowl.
He relaxes, a snort leaving his nose. He crouches down and opens the doors to the cabinet under the sink. He tosses the package of pads to you and then holds up a box. "Life's got a sense of humor, doesn't she? Which ones?"
"Something like that," you mutter. You hold up the pads you managed to catch. "These are fine for right now. Thanks."
"Of course." He puts the tampons back and watches just for a moment as you get the hygiene product secured to your underwear. "So that's how you do it," he hums and then presses a kiss to your temple.
Eddie exits the bathroom and gets the door closed behind him. "Holler again if you need me. Or your period's a bitch again."
"Will do!" you return.
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How Long, pt 3
Finale
pt 1 pt 2
Eddie Munson x reader, gender neutral but implied femme reader if you squint
Reader is struggling with suppressing their feelings for their best friend Eddie. Turns out, he is too.
Bit of angst, lots of fluff, best friends to lovers, language
4.6k words
There was nothing more thrilling, fulfilling, or soothing for you than being around Eddie, but you couldn't stop the feeling that, at some point, all of it was going to come crashing down, but what would survive in the rubble? What you did know, though, is that it was getting harder and harder to be around him. If he wrapped you in a hug one more time, if he did one more stupid (affectionate) stunt, if he said your name one more time, voice deep and low, only meant for your ears, you would absolutely go insane. If, if, if --
But you willed those private conditionals to be empty threats. It was true -- your resolve was crumbling, but you were still fervently determined to maintain that delicate balance of keeping yourself in check and keeping him close.
Tuesday night finally rolled around and Corroded Coffin's show had yielded none other than the band's version of "the surprise" in its entirety. Eddie had (rudely, you thought) refused to let you hear anything from it other than the snippet at the lake, but man had it been well worth the wait. You almost lost your mind. You, ever a riff person, were obsessed with the beat and the melody that crashed and wove around you in the dingy bar.
What made it even better was that The Hideout's few Tuesday night regulars seemed to have liked it, too. They were impressed that the band had included an original in their typical lineup of covers, but what they had expected to be an awkward glorified jam session had actually been good. You made sure to remind Eddie of their crescendoed reception, and especially of how much the song had blown you away after gear had been put away and showers had been had at his trailer. It was the first time you had stayed over since the week before, and you were only there now because it was just more convenient.
Eddie, sitting on his bed with his back against his headboard, had been rearranging the buttons and pins on his vest, but it lay forgotten in his lap as he drank you in while you gushed about the song. You weren't looking at him, focused on rubbing in your face lotion as you talked and busied yourself with getting your stuff together for the next day, but when you finally did look at him, you saw that his eyes were glazed over, and his face was frozen in a relaxed, contented smile. Your stomach knotted at the sight, and you couldn't bring yourself to hold his gaze. It was too tender, too intimate -- too disingenuous, you figured, as your eyes drifted to the tamped out blunt in his ashtray.
If he saw your internal struggle in your body language, he didn't let on when he said, "That means everything," in a low, buttery tone.
You heard it -- god you felt it. If your skin wasn't red from rubbing in your lotion, it definitely was now. Your mind went blank and your eyes unfocused for a moment before you snapped-to with a deep breath, managing to mask the bashful smile that crept across your lips with, "It was still rude of you to make me wait, though." You shut the window that had been opened to vent smoke.
"But was it worth it?"
"No, I obviously hated it." Heat crept up your neck when you thought about how ridiculous you must have looked while they played the song, but you mentally shook it back, choosing not to dwell on that particularly cringey facet of the night.
He smiled and tossed his vest onto his nightstand, and goaded, "Did Saturday not count for anything?"
You grew hot again -- Saturday had been on replay in your mind for the last few days for so many reasons.
"I wasn't really paying attention on Saturday until I realized you were playing something new," you said as you walked to the other side of the bed. His eyes followed you as you moved. "And then you stopped."
"I stopped because you noticed."
"No, you stopped because you're a little shit," you accused with a smirk as you got under the covers.
His mouth fell open. "I gave you an encore!"
"Don't talk to me about that encore, Eddie," you laughed as you tucked your right arm under your pillow.
He snorted and pressed his palm down his thigh as he internally debated something. "Maybe this," he finally said as he got up and grabbed something from his dresser, "will make up for that." He sat back down on the bed, holding out a cassette. You split your questioning look between it and him, then you took it from him, shifting so you were more on your back as you held it over you between your hands. The label read "The Surprise, Saturday Encore" in his handwriting with devil horns on the S's.
"No jokes this time," he assured.
Your mouth fell open as you looked at it, then looked up at Eddie.
"I recorded our last rehearsal of it, and I did the acoustic version of it, too, to make up for Saturday."
"Eddie, I--" Words refused to come out of your stunned face, but judging by the smile Eddie gave you, he knew you loved it. The back of your right hand briefly pressed against the forearm he was propped against when you asked, "Really?" with a smile, then you gave him a heartfelt "thank you" when he confirmed it.
"You're welcome," he replied, still smiling as you got up and started to move across the room, adding, "Even though you bought the worst-looking pizza I've ever seen." You missed how he rubbed his arm.
"Like I can see through cardboard," you shot back with an eye roll, stopping in front of his stereo.
"That would've been helpful."
You couldn't argue there. "May I?" you asked him after slotting the cassette in. You didn't feel like waiting to hear the song again, and, honestly, you wanted to keep feeding into its sentiment; every memory surrounding this song so far had made your heart swell.
Eddie pinched his bottom lip between his teeth with a smile and nodded, warmth spreading through his chest at the confirmation that you really did like the song.
You snapped back around, closed the window, and hit play. The opening notes blared out of the speakers at an ungodly loud volume that made you scream and almost jump out of your skin before you scrambled to turn it down to a respectable level. Eddie's strong laughter soon became the loudest sound in the room. "I am so sorry, I forgot I had it that loud," he gasped out and his shoulders bounced as he whiped the wet mirth from his eyes.
You were still chuckling too as you slammed your pillow into him, then got back under the covers. "No wonder the Hills next door still give you the stink eye when they see you."
"I take my music education seriously, they should be greatful to me for expanding their knowledge," he teased. "That scared the shit out of me too, though, so. . ." Within seconds, he scooted down so that you were face-to-face, the smell of toothpaste with a hint of weed he'd smoked to mellow him out engulfing you as he smiled out a playful "Hi."
You breathed out a laugh through your nose, then replied, "Hi." He smiled wider. His warm, slightly red yet still dazzling eyes melted into yours. Your left hand, resting in front of your face on the mattress, twitched as you entertained the idea of touching his face, thumbing his eyelashes, tracing his smile lines, pulling him in to crash against your lips --
He scooped up your hand and started playing with your fingers, something he especially liked to do while high. He told you once before that he found a soothing fascination in it. You found it anything but, but you always took whatever you could get. Your eyes were closed this time as you basked in the sensations and listened to the music.
"I made the riff with you in mind," he eventually admitted, too occupied with how your fingers interacted with his to notice how your eyes flew open. "I know that's your favorite part of songs."
"You made it?"
He nodded with a smile, face and curly hair scrubbing a little against his pillow, then clarified, "Well, a lot of it. The guys had some pretty good input throughout, but yeah." The movement of his fingers on your hand seemed to move with the music, leading you to wonder if he was "playing" your hand. Of course he was.
"And the hook?" you asked with a playful edge as the song moved along. You hoped your hand wasn't clammy.
He laughed. "And the hook." His fingertip took a delicate drag across your skin, making your hair stand up. "All of it, really. The whole song."
"Oh shut up, the whole song? Really?"
He chuckled warmly in confirmation, still watching his fingers and thinking about the lyrics he'd had in mind for it, which were definitely not ready to be debuted yet. Maybe he'd change them for something else eventually. Maybe he'd be able to show you at some point, to tell you. "I'm glad you like it." His eyes flicked up to yours.
"Like it?" you repeated, pulling your fingers from his hold to shift on the bed, trying to keep from getting emotional at the thought of him literally writing a song with you in mind, but the painful lump forming in your throat kept blooming. Maybe it was a mistake to play this now. "Eddie, I kind of love it." The acoustic version was playing at this point. "I know I've said it a lot, but it really is so good. Will you guys add lyrics to it or keep it instrumental?"
Eddie gave a tone that conveyed his indecision then grabbed your hand again. You watched how his hands interacted with your fingers for a moment, ignoring how his touches made your stomach twist. When you looked up at his face, his brow was furrowed as if he were lost in thought. "Penny for your thoughts?" you asked lightly.
"Hm?" He looked up at you. "Oh. Heh...." A ghost of a smile played across his lips and his eyes dropped back down. "They're more expensive than that, sweetheart."
"Dang, I only have the one on me." You both chuckled a little, but you cracked up when the song reached the part that he played in the "encore" on Saturday. He noticed it too, and laughed as well. "I still can't believe you did that." He gave you an incredulous look. "Yeah, no, I know. I totally should've seen it coming," you admitted through a smile that he matched.
You both stayed quiet and still until the song ended, then you got up and put the cassette in your bag, mumbling an "m'kay" when Eddie said something about getting some water. "Hey, wait," you called after him before he could clear the doorway. You crossed the room and wrapped your arms around his shoulders in a hug, saying, "Thank you for everything. The ride, the surprise, the tape -- all of it."
"Yeah, of course. You're welcome," he said with a sweet smile as you pulled back. You were a bit too shaky, he was a bit too warm, and the eye contact lingered a bit too long, but you reluctantly shifted away from him, and he reluctantly moved out of the room. For the briefest of moments, you almost went after him, but thought better of it and got back under the covers for the final time and pressed your palms against your face. You had to stop staying over; this was too much.
When Eddie came back in, he had a glass of water in his hand. "For you," he said proudly as he crawled a little awkwardly onto the bed. You sat up and took it with giggly thanks in response to how he was struggling to move with the glass in his hand without spilling it. You took a drink and handed it back to him so he could put it on his nightstand once he got settled but then he took a drink from it too, which made something in your stomach stir, especially when he turned back around and he had a wet mustache with a bead of water in the corner of his mouth that started to run down his skin. Before he could do it himself, your hand was against his face, thumb wiping the water off of his skin and brushing against the corner of his bottom lip. Eddie froze under your touch and his eyes widened. Panic flooded through you and a small gasp escaped from you once you realized what you had done, and you blurted out a quiet, "Shit, I'm sorry," ripping your hand back, casting your eyes away from him, twisting around, and sliding back down onto the pillow with your back to him.
You didn't hear the "wait, no it's fine" that he breathed out as his brain caught up to what happened, but you squeezed your eyes shut, sinking further and further into your embarrassment every time he said your name. The mattress dipped when he leaned into your space, saying, "It's okay," again and his hand lighted on your upper arm. "You just surprised me, that's all."
It really wasn't okay, but you didn't want to make any bigger of a deal of it than you already had, so you just touched your hand to his in a way that you hoped conveyed that you were fine, then muttered "Goodnight, Eddie," somehow without betraying the reality of the water already pooling on your lash line. You were hot with embarrassment and frustration with yourself.
His forehead pressed against your upper arm briefly in defeat, muttering "come on" so softly that you almost missed it, but you didn't budge. "G'night," he eventually said in a small voice, then turned off the light and settled back in under the covers. He wanted to push further, but he knew there was no point; you were resolute. Your touch had his mind reeling, though.
It took you both a while to fall asleep after that, but he was the first to go. You took solace in the sound of his slow breaths, eventually relaxing enough to drift off. At some point, you ended up facing him again in your sleep. It wasn't uncommon to wake up close to the other when you slept there, especially since the bed wasn't exactly big, but the situation Eddie found himself in when he woke up early, much too early to get up and get ready for the day, was a new one. His heart raced as the fog of sleep lifted and the reality of the situation sank in: the two of you were holding each other. You were nestled into his chest, your right arm tucked between him and your own chest, and your left arm was draped over his right side, secured by his right arm, which was anchored by his hold on your hip. Your left leg was slotted between his two.
Eddie lay there not really knowing what to do, but his hand lifted off of the swell of your hip and settled more respectfully, maybe, on your waist over your shirt. He couldn't help but breathe in the lingering scent of your lotion and his soap on you and wonder how something previously seen as so mundane could be so not mundane all of the sudden. When he shifted slightly to get a better view of your face, he grew warm at your completely calm and serene expression, slow breaths coming from your slightly parted lips. His thumb absentmindedly brushed against the material of your shirt as he absorbed the situation, taking in how you felt pressed against him. He smiled to himself, heart rate slowing. This felt right.
Eddie wasn't in any hurry to go back to sleep. He snuggled in closer to you, trying his best not to wake you as he rested his cheek against the top of your head. He ran through what happened on Saturday again for the hundredth time, wondering if he had been imagining things. Surely too much had happened for it to be a coincidence, though.
He thought back to the gleam in your eyes, the enamored shock on your face as he and the band chugged out the song at the bar earlier that night. He was surprised he didn't fuck it up, almost too focused on how you were responding to pay attention to how his fingers were supposed to glide across the frets. He remembered how you raved over the song after he found you once the band had left the stage and the feel of you against him when he pulled you up in a bear hug and spun you for a moment, stopping after you shrieked in surprised laughter. The blush on your skin when he put you down had to be his new favorite color, and the dazed look you had was fuel on the fire of the moment that he stupidly didn't act on further. He relived the look on your face when he gave you the cassette, the glisten in your eyes (yeah, he caught that) as you lay in front of him after he said that you were the inspiration and was glad you liked it. The hug you gave him. The feel of your skin brushing across his mouth. . . .
. . .how it felt like his heart shattered when you apologized and turned away. God, he could kick himself for reacting like that, why the fuck did he do that.
He hugged you close in reflex before realizing what he was doing and froze immediately as waited to see if you would react. His heart hammered in his chest again when your head shifted against him, "shit shit shit" echoing in his head like a prayer, but you didn't wake up until Eddie had started to doze back off.
You felt so warm, so cozy with the familiar smell of Eddie all around you -- practically living in you. The reality of something being different became clearer and clearer the more you came to. He was right there and all around you with your arm over his body, his arm over yours, you pressed into his chest.
No.
No no no, shit, not this. Not this.
You started to move away from him, chancing a glance up at his face to see his eyes closed, which made you relaxed a little, but your heart still raced. You started to pull your left arm from his grasp, but you froze, blood running cold, body flushing hot when he grunted "mn-mmn." He didn't want you to move? Did he know how you two were?
"Eddie," you whispered.
"Mm?"
Surely he wasn't awake enough. You started to move away from him, but stopped when his hand moved to your back. You couldn't help but arch into him slightly in response, your fingers pressing onto your lips in shock at the movement and at the breath you sucked in. Another wave of heat shot through you. You had to get out of this.
"Eddie," you said louder.
"Shhhh."
The audacity.
"Eddie, I need to move."
"Why?"
"What do you mean, 'why?' Are you even awake?" You rapped your knuckles against his chest.
"Mhmm." He stretched his legs straight and angled his hips away from you. For reasons. The movement shifted you so that your upper body was more on top of him than next to him. "Why do you have to move?" His eyes were still closed. "You're warm and you smell good," he drawled.
Your heart felt like it was going to explode out of your chest. This had to be some kind of nightmare or cruel joke. Your self preservation kicked into overdrive as you started to wiggle away from him. His hand left your back, and you pushed away from him and sat up, burying your face into your shaking hands. Something landed on the mattress behind you, making you jump. When you looked back, you saw that it was Eddie's arm laid across where you had just been. He was looking at you.
"Why did you move?"
What?
His eyes landed on the patch of exposed skin above your sleep shorts, and it took everything in him to stay his fingers as they hovered over it, itching to touch you. "Come back."
Your stomach clenched at his words. If only you noticed where is hand was. "Eddie, are you sure you're awake?"
Your eyes blew wide and you gasped when he sat up, leading you to turn back ahead, unable to process anything that was happening. It was so silent in the room, the only sounds you could hear were your heartbeat in your ears and his breathing. He watched you for a few moments then realized you weren't going to say anything or do anything, so he pulled himself up further and turned on the bed so that he was almost in front of you. If your eyes shifted barely to the right, he would be all you could see, but you couldn't do it. With a soft nudge of his knee against yours, your breathing picked up and the lump in your throat grew thicker as the sting in your eyes built. You didn't even realize you were shaking your head until you froze when his finger hooked under your chin and he guided your head toward him. You couldn't look at him, so you closed your eyes.
His voice with your name pierced the silence once.
Twice.
His thumb brushed against your chin. Fuck.
There was The Line. For years you had spent so much time and energy not even thinking about touching it, let alone stomping across it like the two of you were doing now. The air felt different, something had shifted, and it was terrifying because you still couldn't see which way the pendulum swung. Was he touching you like this simply because he wanted your attention? Wouldn't be the first time that had happened, but not quite like this. Surely you shouldn't read into it, but the pain in your throat bloomed when he said your name again.
"Eddie, if I look at you, I'm going to break," you whispered thickly. Your hands gripped behind your knees, which were pulled up halfway.
He moved on the bed again so that he was fully seated in front of you now. "You think so?"
You took in a breath when his fingers wrapped around your ankle, thumb brushing softly against your skin on the joint. The gesture, you assume, was meant to be soothing, to be reassuring, but not much solace lived in his touch at that moment. At least, not until he continued with, "Nah, you won't. You're too strong to break."
You scoffed. His voice was too low, too confident, too soothing, and you almost believed it, but no. "I'm really not," you breathed out as you made a move to swing your legs off the bed and leave the room, but his hold on your ankle tightened and he said, "Don't. Please."
Now your heart was really hammering in your chest and you felt hot all over. "Let me g-- " you started to spit out and pry his hand from you ankle, but he interrupted you:
"Do you like me?"
You snatched your hand away from him as if he burned you and you felt like you were going to pass out as that question echoed in your head. "Eddie, don't ask me that. Please don't." The side of your finger bitterly brushed away a tear that suddenly broke containment, and you looked anywhere but at his face.
"Jesus Christ, please say you do, because I can't take it anymore."
What did he just say?
You looked him dead in the eyes at that. Light had started to filter through the room as daybreak flirted with its arrival, revealing the apprehensive look on Eddie's face, but his big brown eyes were hopeful as he chewed on his nonexistent nails.
"Like you?" you said in soft exasperation, and you couldn't help but laugh at that question. Fear flashed across his face for a moment and he pulled back from you before you continued, "Eddie, I fucking adore you." His mouth hung open. The will to fight against everything you felt for him left your body as the words spilled from you. "God, you don't even know how much time and effort I've put in trying to hide how much, but congratulations to me because this is officially too fucking much, and I understand that if you just want to still be friends, I can tr-"
"Stop stop stop."
Your heart was in your throat, but he looked shell-shocked as he scanned part of his room and dragged a hand across his smiling face. "Am I hallucinating? Is this real?"
All you could do was nod, your body buzzing as you waited for his reaction. The same tenderness that his eyes held earlier when he watched you rave over the song was back as he looked at you, really looked at you, and it was even more potent in such close range, even in the low light. He eagerly took your hand when you reached for his, letting his thumb move across your palm as he held it before he brought it up to his lips and kissed the concave flesh. Whatever unbearable combination of adoration, excitement, lust, and relief you felt doubled down when he pressed your hand to his face, reenacting what you had done earlier now with his blessing, eyes locked on yours as he whispered with a small smile, "I told you it was fine. More than fine."
The air crackled as Eddie held your hand there for a moment, his eyes taking on a new edge when you finally gave in and let your thumb drag so delicately across his worry-bitten bottom lip, and, god, it felt even softer than you imagined. His eyes fluttered closed for a beat, then he broke into another smile and lunged toward you, making you gasp and fall backwards against the mattress with a shrieking laugh. He was nothing but giddy smiles and peppered kisses all over your face as he pulled you back into his arms. You were surprised you didn't spontaneously combust where you lay as you hugged him close through the onslaught.
"God, I've waited so long to kiss this face," he admitted after he eventually pulled back and scanned your features in a way he hadn't allowed himself before, taking in what seemed like every detail. You had a permanent smile on your face, eyes threatening to spill over from happiness, but the way he looked at you made you swallow nervously and the pit in your stomach erupt in another wave of butterflies, especially when his gaze landed and lingered on your lips, the one place he hadn't kissed yet. Eddie looked back into your eyes, as if asking for permission. You nodded in response.
And then you kissed. Soft, slow, sweet, smiley, giddy, your hands in his hair, his hands on your back under your shirt, hearts racing to catch the bliss you both felt.
The new day brought a new life.
I hope you enjoyed this little series! Feedback/comments/reblogs highly appreciated <3
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Reality & Fantasy
eddie munson x sinclair!reader
white french nails, blown out hair, and pastel wardrobe. if someone took one look at you that’s all they would see. you made it your mission for no one to see you as black but as a white girl born in a black girls body. you were one of “the good ones” along with your family. picture perfect. working father, stay at home mother, athletic younger brother, and a nerdy younger sister. your family fit the mold. but sometimes you wished for something different. a moment to relax and be fully yourself.
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taglist for an eddie munson x femme fatale!reader au? it wont be up for a while but it's pretty much what this post says
#stranger things x reader#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#stranger things#stranger things 4#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#robin buckley#robin buckley x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x fem!reader#femme fatale!reader#femme fatale#nancy wheeler x reader#nancy wheeler#jonathan byers x reader#jonathan byers
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I wonder what noir!eddie and toots are up to. Probably off somewhere plotting to kill someone—oop
I meaaaannn 👀
Kill some time at the theater 👀
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White Wedding
Eddie Munson x Reader (Smut)
| Eddie & Steddie Masterlist | AO3 Link |
Summary: After your wedding, Eddie takes full advantage of having you alone during the limo ride to the reception.
Rating: Explicit 18+
Author Note: Afab reader, they/them pronouns (if any), no Y/N, no Vecna AU. Not specifically mentioned in story that Eddie is a Rockstar, that’s just how I imagine this version of Eddie. Reader wears a white wedding dress and lingerie, and has their hair and makeup done, so implied femme leaning Reader (at least for their wedding). No other descriptions of the dress, hair or makeup. Filthy newlywed smut ahead!
CW: Kinda Perv!Eddie and Perv!Reader; Smut (p in v, f recieving oral, fingering, spit for lube); exhibitionism (sex in a moving limo); mild corruption kink (Eddie).
Word Count: 1,953
After you and Eddie get married, the first time you have any alone time together as husband and wife is in the limousine on the way to the hotel for your reception.
Eddie hasn’t been able to stop staring since he first laid eyes on you as you walked down the aisle towards him. You look so breathtaking and ethereal in your wedding dress, with your soft makeup and hair done in a way that compliments your facial features.
Not long after you get on the road, he leans forward to tell the driver to take you on a small circle around the city and keep driving around until he says otherwise. The driver is paid by the hour, so he doesn’t care.
When the privacy divider is once again closed, Eddie’s slides down onto his knees in front of you. His lips devour yours in a passionate kiss as his hands travel up under the skirt of your wedding dress, pushing the fabric up along the way. Once all the fabric of your skirt is bunched up around your waist, he pulls back a little to take a good look at you and groans deeply at the sight before him. Even though he was expecting some sort of lingerie under your dress, nothing could have prepared him for the ensemble when he sees it. It was all in white to match your dress, there was absolutely nothing virginal or pure about it aside from the color.
Covering your legs were a pair of thigh high stockings, each one held securely in place by tiny straps belonging to the garter belt that circling your waist. Your panties were little more than a simple triangle of lace held together with a few strings, the weave of the lace loose enough to tease him with the barest glimpse of what was underneath. Letting his gaze travel lower, he can’t help but follow the line of your panties with his eyes to fully take in the sight of your lace clad pussy…and he nearly chokes on his own spit when he realizes they are crotchless.
“Fucking hell, sweetheart,” Eddie groans, licking his lips as his hands spreads your thighs wider so he can get a better look. “You wrapped her up all nice and pretty for me, didn’t you?”
You slowly rolled your hips off the seat and up towards him, giving him a better view between your legs for a moment before settling back down. The result was another groan from Eddie, and he moved his hand so he could start softly rubbing your clit with his thumb. A soft moan leaves your lips and Eddie shivers.
“Want play with your present now or later?” you ask him, batting your eyelashes with an innocent smile.
He doesn’t bother answering verbally, instead he ducks his face down to your pussy to run his tongue through your folds. The moan that leaves his mouth at your taste makes his lips vibrate against you and you moan rises from your throat in response. One of your hands comes to rest on the back of his head, fingers gripping into his curls and giving them a soft tug in that way he loves, making Eddie groan again.
He brings the fingers of his free hand down spread you open, giving him better access to your wet core so he can dip his tongue inside. With his tongue flicking in and out of you and his thumb rubbing circles around your clit, the feeling makes you start grinding your hips up off the seat against his mouth.
“God, baby,” you moan, head thrown back against the backrest of the seat. “Feels so good.” Your hips continue to rock up into his face and he starts timing the motions of his tongue with the motions of your hips. “Always so good to me, baby. Always taking care of me.”
“Always will, sweetheart,” he groans into your pussy, your breathless praise going straight to his cock and making his own hips rut forward into the empty air. Then looks up at you to watch your face as he slowly sinks his middle finger into you. “My pretty little wife deserves only the best.”
As he starts fingering you, his lips make their way to your clit, where he starts kissing over it and around it. Your hips arch up higher, pushing yourself up into his face. He makes a sound of pleasure at this, then begins rapidly flicking his tongue around your clit.
“Oh fuck!” you cry out with a gasp, gripping his hair harder.
Your thighs are already trembling on either side of his head, a sure sign your orgasm was approaching. Eddie felt his ego soar. He always took pride in how fast he could make you cum, but this had to be a new record.
He rocked his fingers into you twice more, feeling you get closer and closer to the edge with each one, and then pulled them out of you without warning. The needy gasp that left your mouth made his cock throb painfully as he rose onto his knees between your legs.
“Eddie, please,” you whined softly, reaching out for him and grasping at his shirt to pull him closer as he started working open the front of his belt. “Need you so much, baby.”
It only takes a moment to get his pants open and pushed down below his ass along with his boxers. He quickly slots himself between your legs, then grasps the base of his cock to guide the head to your center and starts to sink himself into you.
The sounds that leave you both are loud, probably loud enough to be heard over the driver’s music, but you didn’t care, and Eddie didn’t seem to either. He only gave you both a few seconds to adjust before setting a quick pace that had you moaning even louder than before.
“Mm, this pussy is officially mine now,” Eddie grunted out, then groaned as you clenched around him at his words. “Legally mine even. Mine to do whatever I want to it.”
You clench around him again and he curses before slowing his thrusting down. As much as his balls were aching to release in you, he wasn’t ready for this to be over yet. You felt like a dream right now, looked like a dream right now. You are perfect. So perfect that part of him is sure he’s going wake up as soon as he cums and discover it all really was just a dream after all, and he’s not ready to risk that just yet.
After he’s given himself a few seconds to calm down, Eddie slides a hand under one of your thighs to lift your leg up, bringing it up to hook around his waist. You moan deeply as the head of his cock pushes deeper into you, this new angle opening you up to him even more.
With your one foot that was still free, you push down against the floor for leverage and start rolling your hips up to meet his thrusts, matching your movements with his so your bodies are perfectly in sync. His head drops down and his eyes close, responding to your sounds with loud groans of his own.
His lips once again seek out yours in a heated kiss and you respond eagerly. You both lose track of everything around you, forgetting where you were and even what you were doing before his cock was inside you. Even though he kept that same steady pace that was slower than he normally goes, it wasn’t long before he pulled back from your lips just enough to speak.
“Not gonna - fuck!” he groaned, his thrusting stuttering for a few seconds before resuming the previous pace. “N-not gonna last much longer, sweetheart.”
“Cum in me, baby,” you moaned against his lips, feeling your own orgasm close. “Want you to me up.”
Eddie’s whole body nearly convulsed at your words, and he fought the urge to start slamming into you without mercy. He manages to maintain the same pace as before, but his thighs shake with the effort.
“Yeah?” he pants, gripping onto your thigh even tighter, as if it’s helping him hold onto the last of his composure. “Want me leaking out of you all night?”
You bite your lip as you grin up at him.
“Yeah, want my- fuck!” you said, and moaned as he aimed a sharp thrust into you. “Want my pussy dripping when you’re done.”
Eddie started pounding into you hard and deep. He could feel you were close, but not as close as he was, and he needed to change that fast. Pulling his upper body off you, he leaned back so he could once again see his cock disappearing inside you. The sight always made his cock twitch, but he didn’t enjoy the view for long. He slowed down his pace just long enough to he could spit down onto your pussy, aiming for you your clit.
The feeling of his warm saliva hitting directly on your sensitive nub made a small shiver travel through your legs. Before that feeling can fully fade, Eddie makes another jolt go through them when he starts to rub the pad of his thumb over your clit, making quick circles around it as he resumes pounding into you.
Your moans are nearly a scream once you tip over the edge, his name leaves your mouth almost sounding like a wail as you cry it out towards the ceiling. A sound close primal growl erupts from Eddie. His fingers dig into your thigh so hard it’s right on the edge of pleasurable pain and unpleasant. There will be a bruise later, but you know that’s not the only mark you’re going to have after the wedding night and honeymoon.
Eddie thrusts into you harder, making you gasp and cry out at the sharpness before he finally stills, his hips twitching as cum spurts from the tip of his cock, filling you just like you wanted.
You are both still for a few moments, just lying there with Eddie halfway on top of you, his head buried in your neck with his cock still inside you. But then, once you both came down from your highs, it seemed to hit you both at the same time exactly what just happened, and the two of you simultaneously erupted into giggling fits.
The marriage was consummated, and you both just fucked in the back of a limo.
By the time you and Eddie arrived at the reception, you were nearly thirty minutes late. Both of you were prepared to get yelled at, but no one batted an eye once you walked in.
As it turns out, due to some unforeseen issues that came up with the room, the hotel was late in getting the reception hall ready. It was almost another half hour before you all could go in and get things started.
The reception starting late was the only snag to happen during your wedding. Once it got started, the wait was forgotten, and everyone had an amazing time. Nearly all your friends and the family you wanted there were able to attend, and that thrilled you both. The night was filled until the wee morning hours with dancing, laughter, good food and good drinks.
But, about halfway through, you managed to pull Eddie away from all the fun into a broom closet. Between how happy you were and how sexy he looked in the suit he chose for the event, you were desperate for a refill, and he was all too happy to oblige.
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just thinking of artist!eddie x muse!reader meet cute. cw reader dresses femme in this
“um… excuse me? pardon me. you can’t be touching that.”
Eddie spins to see someone walking across the room towards him (a very hot someone. in clicky heels and a tight black skirt that shows off a gorgeous slip of thigh.)
holding a clipboard against one waist, you point at him with your work-supplied ballpoint pen, sounding lightly flustered but firm all the same- “sorry, it’s just- you can’t touch the art. I know there’s no red rope around here, but not touching the artwork at a gallery, that’s kinda… just courtesy.”
Eddie takes his hand from the now-straightened framed photograph, then spreads his hands in a placating gesture, sheepish and charming smile fixed on you. “sorry-“ his eyes flick down to your name badge, and he says your name in that husky voice, “-must’ve gotten mixed up, thought this was the petting zoo area.”
You snort, intending to let him off the hook with just a warning. then you tap your pen against your clipboard, trying to maintain a professional composure without drooling.
flicking up and down his frame, you take in the tight black ripped jeans, black vine tattoos curling out from a cut-off tank, over the milky expanse of his broad shoulders, alongside the veins running up and down his forearms. smattered with hair.
Eddie’s looking at you the same way. like he’s hungry. the attention calls to you, makes your spine perk up, a little flare of excitement kicking at your heart rate.
you take the bait. turn to the wall of art, point at one of the other frames just to fill the charged silence. “so! um. do you like this body of work? I think it’s the best in the series so far.”
Eddie crosses his arms, gives you a look that you can’t quite decipher- amusement? suspicion? hard to say. you’re tracing the ridge of his ear with your gaze, sunlight streaming through the main entrance windows glinting off the multitude of rings nestled there.
under your attention, Eddie’s preening, and also hoping you keep talking to him as long as possible so he can memorize the way your tits look in that blouse and paint ‘em from memory (😵💫) “fancy yourself an art critic? go on, sweetheart- I’d love to hear your take.”
and those doey eyes almost drive you to distraction !!! but you give a very genuine review of Eddie’s newest work (having no idea you’re flattering the artist in person), and he’s smiling by the end of your impassioned response.
“wow. sounds like you really like this artist.”
“I really do!”
“…and if this artist asked you for your number, you’d say yes, right? ‘cuz you like him so much?”
and he’s got that same sweet and silly smile from earlier, eyebrows raised. and when you realize, you’re mortified. bringing up the clipboard in front of your face to hide like “oh my god. you’re Eddie Munson. the artist. and I yelled at you for touching your own art!! why did you let me do that!!”
he laughs, hand over his heart, earnest- “no, don’t apologize! it was a huge ego boost for me, didn’t know they’d have such a beautiful personal bodyguard for my stuff. you gotta let me take you out for a drink as thanks for your service.”
and he does this dorky off balance bow low to the ground and you’re looking over the top of your board giggling. his humor is just your type and you fall for each other before round two of drinks after your shift that night (and fall into each others BEDS. ayooooo.)
#idk what this is#too high to function 😇#Eddie Munson#eddie munson x reader#artist!eddie munson#artist!eddie#Eddie Munson x you#tw weed
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Halloween with Eddie
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Eddie takes Halloween very seriously. From the second those first leaves of the year start falling from the trees, he’s ready to go. As his girlfriend, you have the honor of partaking in what amounts to a month-long celebration of all things spooky with him.
Normally, he’s not much of a planner, but he’ll carefully create a schedule to fit in all of his favorite activities during the month of October.
First is of course decorating, which happens promptly on October 1st (or, if Wayne allows it, sometimes even earlier). The Munson’s don’t have a ton of decorations, but Eddie finds a way to make the most of what they do have (when you two move into your own place, he’ll definitely become the kind of person that goes all out building super intricate scenes in your front yard every year). The pumpkin patch is also a must, so you can pick out some good carving pumpkins. Eddie always comes up with some elaborate design for his. A creature from DND or a metal band logo. It takes a lot of work, but it always comes out looking incredible.
Obviously, Haunted Houses are a favorite. Eddie likes to play big and tough, promising that it’s not scary, he’ll protect you, until something actually pops out at him, which will undoubtedly elicit a terrified shriek. If you mention it to him afterwards, he’ll insist that he totally wasn’t scared. Speaking of being scared, horror movie marathons are a big tradition, too. You love that particular activity, if only because it gives you an excuse to cuddle up to him extra tight if something “scary” happens.
When it comes to dressing up, Eddie doesn’t mess around. This year, the two of you decide on a couples costume of Aragorn and Arwen, and Eddie makes it his mission to create the best Lord of the Rings themed costumes Hawkins has ever seen. You two end up finding generic knight and princess costumes, which will simply not do for Eddie. He spends hours with paint and sponges reworking the plastic armor so that it looks appropriately battle worn. He convinces some friends in the drama department to hook you up with prosthetic elf ears and hand makes you a circlet out of wire and a cool gemstone he found by the quarry. Not a lot of people fully understand the reference, but even they have to agree you two look awesome.
Once the festivities are over, your Aragorn takes you to bed, and the two of you spend the night cuddling. He can’t actually offer you Gondor and Arnor, but snuggled up next to him, you think his room in the trailer will do just fine.
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I'm on Fire//older!biker!Eddie Munson x artist!fem!Reader//90's au//Part 8
🚨18+Only, smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, angst, biker!Eddie, biker!Steve, sexual innuendos, alcohol consumption, mention of financial troubles, falling in love, heartache, talk of commitment, talk of monogamy, casual sex, implied cheating, sex with someone other than reader, betrayal, having a stalker, biker gang, swearing, exotic dancers, reader wears dress and heels, reader wears red lipstick. Word count: 9.5k
Summary: In part 8, you start your new job as a cocktail server at the Velvet Hammer, and a few new characters are introduced. You and Eddie are officially falling for each other, while Eddie recalls a relationship from his past that left him shattered. A jealous ex-lover continues to try and rip the two of you apart, and this time, she might have succeeded. 90's playlist here
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A/N: I'm not sure if it's that time of the month or what, but I cried twice while writing this🙃and not during the parts you might think. Rest assured that biker!Eddie and Reader are endgame. I love being in this world with y'all, and I always look forward to hearing from you! xoxox
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I'm on Fire//Part 8: From Here to Eternity
Day 3 of not hearing from Eddie, and you found yourself staring off into space, trying to calculate what could have possibly gone wrong. The idea that this was the kind of man that he was, that he would just ghost you without a word made your stomach sick. You thought you had developed better radar than that. You’d been listening to way too much Fiona Apple over the past 12 hours, but nevertheless---it was Thursday and you had to get ready for your first shift at your new job.
Shana, the hiring manager at the Velvet Hammer, let you know the dress code and a few ideas for what you should wear. It had to be skimpy and sexy and classy all at once, and at first you worried you might need to go shopping, but then Katie pulled this black latex halter top dress with a zipper down the front out of nowhere, and it didn’t fit her, so she assumed it belonged to her ex. Sure, it was not your signature style, but it gave you a certain Femme Fatale air of confidence that you hadn’t possessed before you put it on. Some of the servers got all decked out in creative makeup and wigs, but you decided to tackle your first day with caution.
You went over and checked the message machine in the living room again on your way out, just in case a call came through in the past 20 minutes that you miraculously did not hear, but the digital red number blinked a big, fat “0”.
Training at the Velvet Hammer was only about an hour long, and you met Jackie, the cocktail server you would be shadowing that night. She raised her eyebrow and gave you a bored look as she chewed her gum, hooking one of her long fingernails into the zipper of your latex dress to pull it down, exposing more of your skin. “That’s better,” she gave an extended wink. “We need those good tips tonight.”
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Meanwhile, Eddie spent the morning introducing the new office assistant around that he hired from a temp service, but then he had to leave to run a tow while Wayne showed her the ropes. The old man hated the suggestion that he needed help, but Eddie basically told him he had no choice. From Here to Eternity by Iron Maiden came on while he was en route back to the garage and his chest clenched, because for some reason, it made him think about you.
He never stopped thinking about you, really. But, if he kept busy with work, and drowned out the voices in his head with loud music and distractions, he could push aside the knowledge that he was already falling for you, and simultaneously come to terms with the fact that he was no good for you, and that you would be better off without him. The nights were the worst. He was back to getting only 3 or 4 hours of sleep, feeling like he had been spoiled on those occasions over the phone when he was lulled to dreamland by the sound of your sweet voice.
He knew in his gut that he was doing the wrong thing by not saying anything to you, but his denial was overshadowing his logic.
The suspension on the tow truck, or lack thereof, made him bounce as he came up onto the sidewalk lip to the driveway of the garage, and it somehow jarred his memory to the fact that your first day at the Velvet Hammer was tonight. He almost barreled right into the back of a car pulling out from one of the parking spots and had to slam on his breaks; he was becoming a hazard to everyone’s health, especially his own.
He needed to get his head on straight.
Fuck it, he needed to see you again.
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You were bummed to find out that Steve was tattooing at the shop, and not working the door that night, but the bouncer replacing him was also a biker who went by the nickname Thumper. He was stocky with big arms, a bald head, and a beard down to his chest. He called you darlin’ when he introduced himself to you.
“I’ll keep my eye on you girls,” Thumper reminded you and Jackie. “But be sure to come and get me if anyone give you any trouble.”
Tall, curvaceous Jackie rested her elbow on Thumper’s shoulder and leaned against him. “Thumper here tossed a guy out in the street for staring at me for too long once. He doesn’t play.”
“Ogling,” Thumper corrected. “The dude was ogling you, and if they’re gonna sit and get a free show to jerk off to later, they better be leaving decent tips for you ladies.”
Outside, there came the unmistakable growl of a gang of choppers coming up the street, and you excused yourself from the conversation to peek around the doorway. A group of Coffin Kings slowed down in front of the Velvet Hammer to acknowledge Thumper with a lift of their chins before speeding along to their destination, but none of them were Eddie.
The DJ played Thunder Kiss ‘65 by White Zombie an hour or so later as a purple and orange sunset blossomed over the mountains and the place started to fill up. A beautiful girl with a baby pink bob of hair got up on one of the stages with a pole and stated to work her magic while you carried a tray of drinks over to a table of four. The Velvet Hammer dancers never went completely topless, but they did strip down to tiny bikini sets that were plenty revealing, and their dance moves were seductively choreographed. The one with the pink bob had on finger-less, fishnet gloves, and a big tattoo on her thigh that you couldn’t quite make out.
You walked away as soon as you set the drinks down for the table, and Jackie snatched your arm.
“Where do you think you’re going?” She asked with a forced smile, talking without moving her lips.
You were genuinely confused, wondering if you somehow messed up on the drink order. “Um, nowhere, just--” you figured you’d get busy filling napkins and straws or something while you waited for more customers to come in.
Jackie pulled you to the side, bending close to your ear so that she wouldn’t have to shout over the music. “Part of the job is to socialize with the customers, honey, make them feel relaxed. Flirt with them, laugh at their jokes even when they are lame as hell,” she checked over her shoulder and smiled at the men at the table in question. “The more they think you’re actually interested, the bigger the tip, usually.”
You were nodding, taking the information in, wanting to do your job correctly. You’d been working in customer service in one way or another since you were a teenager, but, damn, you were horrible at faking interested or forcing conversation with guys you didn’t want to talk to. You hoped it was a skill that you could pick up from Jackie, because she was a magician at it.
You followed her back to the table so that she could introduce you to the group. It was four men, all in business suits, loosening their ties as they greeted you. They were a little older, ages ranging from 35 to 50, and the one who looked like he might be the oldest with a thick head of salt n’ pepper hair made eye contact with you and said he recognized you from somewhere.
God, the last thing you wanted was for a patron to recognize you from the gallery, that would be the worst.
“Probably from here?” You said with a lilt in your voice, trying to mask your bluff, hoping Jackie wouldn’t blurt out that it was your first day.
“No, I don’t think so,” he squinted, sitting back in his chair as he palmed his drink. “I’ve never been here before, so it couldn’t be that. But, I’m really good with faces, especially when one is as beautiful as yours.”
The forward compliment made you uncomfortable and you tucked your chin. He was a handsome older man, you couldn’t deny that. His eyes were such an intense blue, they were almost white, and you could tell from the way his shoulders fit in this suit jacket that he was in good shape and took care of himself. His friends were looking you up and down, and you could almost hear their internal lewd thoughts, but the older man—his name was John—kept polite eye contact with you as you talked. The watch he had on alone was worth at least a couple grand, and they all smelled like they were made of money.
But, none of them were Eddie, and so your banter felt particularly forced.
Thankfully, another group of customers came in and you excused yourself to follow Jackie over to the next table, wobbling for a moment in your heels before recovering quickly by bracing your hand on the back of a chair.
Later, just as John was leaving, a guy celebrating his 21st birthday had one too many tequila shots and tried to climb onto the stage, but his migration was interrupted by Thumper, who charged over to clam a big, meaty hand on his shoulder and remind him of the rules in a way that made the guys face go pale as he plopped back down into his seat.
You were standing at the bar with your back to John, but he came up behind you and touched your elbow. When you turned around to meet his gaze, he pressed some cash into your palm and said, “this is for you,” with a dimple and a wink, before heading out.
The rest of the group collectively left just as much of a tip on the table for Jackie. “A c-note tip on your first day?” She said with a shake of her head and a snort. “Sorry, but I kinda hate you right now.”
“Who was that John guy?” You whispered across the table to her as the two of you bussed the empty glasses.
“I have no idea,” Jackie shrugged. “His friends come in once in a while, but I’ve never seen that sexy DILF before. He had on a wedding ring, but most of the dudes who come in here do. It never keeps them from making a play.”
As the night progressed, there were eventually two girls dancing, one on each stage at opposite ends of the room. Jackie took her 15 minute break to go out into the alley for a smoke while you kept an eye on your tables. The dancers started a routine to Symphony of Destruction by Megadeth, and just when you had managed to get in a decent five minutes without Eddie on the brain, that song brought it all crashing back. You were at the far end of the bar, and when you glanced up to see who was coming in the front door---there he stood in the flesh, as if on cue: Edward Munson.
You blinked a few times, certain that your eyes were playing tricks on you and it was just someone who merely resembled Eddie, like a mirage appearing in the desert after you hadn’t had a sip of water in days. His muscular frame took up space in the doorway, wearing his black leather jacket, and his hair tied back to expose the two small silver hoops in his ear. He finished shaking Thumper’s hand, and then his eyes found yours, and the hint of a smile quivered on his lips. His gaze shifted around the room, taking in everyone in your vicinity, before they returned to you and hovered there.
A giddy breath hitched in your chest as you mirrored his reflexive grin, wholly unable to mask how happy you were to see him. But then, you remembered that this gorgeous dickhead is the one who selfishly left you in the wind for the past 3 days, and with a dramatic flourish of the tray in your hand, you spun on your heel to head in the other direction to check on some patrons near the stage.
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Eddie sat on his chopper with his boots planted wide on the pavement while he smoked a cigarette and stared at the red neon above the door to the Velvet Hammer. The decision to stay away had been to keep you out of Charlene’s cross hairs; to keep you from taking the brunt of this dark, underbelly of a life he had established for himself. As it turns out, staying away from you was too much torture for his raggedy old heart to bear, and that was saying a lot, considering the amount of shit he’d gone through in his life.
He indulged in long drags, sucking in his cheeks, watching people come and go out of the bar, wondering how you would react to him just popping in after days of silence. You knew he didn’t like talking on the phone, and besides---he needed to see your face. There was so much emotion a blind phone conversation could never capture; a lowering of the eyes or a worried brow. He needed to smell you, touch you, and taste your lips; he craved it in the deep corners of his cobwebbed soul.
If there was one thing about Eddie, he was patient when it came to matters of the heart. Matters of his dick were a different story, clearly, but when it came to those rare times in his life when he saw someone as a potential partner, he couldn't just dive in with reckless abandon; he wasn’t Steve. When Eddie loved someone, he handed over his entire heart: all of his loyalty, all of his trust, everything he owned---and that kind of vulnerability was not something he’d been open to feeling for what felt like an eternity.
There had been a woman who was very special to him once, years before you, and it ended with Eddie being hauled off to jail for beating the guy she was cheating on him with to a pulp. He bought a house and moved her in with him; he had a whole lifetime together with her planned in his head. But, there had been clear signs that it was never going to work, including the tiny detail that she never really loved him. Sure, she loved his image, the fact that he was in a band, the way he protected her, but he never felt like he could really be himself around her. He always felt tense and worried, like everything he did would never be enough.
He’d asked himself a million times since then what made him fall in love with her, and the most obvious answer what that he didn’t really know how love was supposed to feel at the time. His whole life, it felt like people were always leaving him, like he was always begging to be noticed and loved, and so her often cold disregard of him felt like familiar territory. Then, one day he comes home early from an overnight run with the Kings to find her taking it doggy style in their bed from this guitarist that Eddie had always considered a friend.
For months, she begged to come back, for him to forgive her, but once Eddie shuts a door, it locks forever. He knew he could never trust her again, which was the most important thing to him, and the pain of that betrayal still lingered like a permanent scar on his heart. In an effort to distract himself, he joined the Coffin Kings charter in Chicago and moved there for a year, fought in an underground bare knuckle ring, and did everything he could to numb himself. That was around the time Steve found out he was a father by way of Oliver basically being dumped at his doorstep, and Eddie realized he didn’t want to miss any more of his honorary nephew’s life.
All of the women he’d been with since then were just futile efforts to fill the void, until you.
So, what are you going to do about it, then, Munson? Just lurk out here on the street all night like a little kid at the fair who’s afraid of the big rides?
He dismounted the bike and stomped out his cigarette nub with the toe of his boot, adjusting the sleeves of his leather. Something made his defenses spike and he looked around the street to see if someone might be sitting in their car, watching him. At this point, he was almost certain that Charlene had paid someone to watch him, because for two days in a row, he’d noticed the same dark red Chevy Cavalier tailing him, staying at least one or two cars back. He didn’t see a car that fit the description parked anywhere near, but whoever it was could be anywhere, maybe even in the building across the street.
Charlene’s unhealthy obsession with him had to run it’s course eventually, she had to get bored and give up at one point. He hoped so, anyway. He couldn’t imagine her dragging this out for much longer, but he also never expected these threats from her in the first place, so he rightfully had his concerns. He thought maybe if he held out a few more weeks, she’d be off on one of her exotic vacations, and she could move on to ruining someone else’s life. But, he couldn’t wait that long to see you, to touch you. Hell, in a couple weeks you might not even want him anymore, and it was a risk he wasn’t willing to take.
There was a chance you might not want him now. There was a chance he’d already fucked everything up.
Thumper was a longtime friend, and he’d been with the Coffin Kings ever since back in the day when Wayne was a patched member. The two smacked their hands together in a signature grip as Eddie crossed the threshold onto the burgundy carpet. Inside the Velvet Hammer was buzzing with music and people and dancers wearing next to nothing on the back stages, people sitting shoulder to shoulder at the bar.
You might as well have been the only one there, though, because you were all he could see: simultaneously loving and hating the fact that you were dressed to kill. He’d never seen you in that color of lipstick before; it was a deep red and he ached to part them with his tongue.
He swore you were about to smile when your eyes met, he caught that adorable glimmer pass over your face and it made his heart still for a beat. But, then it faded just as quickly and you turned away to continue on with what you were doing, giving him the cold shoulder.
This was the first time you hadn’t rushed into his arms since this whole thing started, and it wrecked him. But, he also knew he kind of deserved it.
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Your mouth was moving and sounds were coming out, but you couldn’t remember a word you’d said to the guys at the table in the corner who were still nursing their beers. Your ears were ringing and your adrenaline was surging, flushing a hot wave over your chest. Had Eddie come there to see you? Or was he just there to casually have a drink and get turned on like everyone else?
If he wasn’t there to see you, and he planned on just coming by to hang out once in a while, you’d have to quit. There’s no way you could keep seeing him on a regular basis if this was how he chose to treat you, it would hurt too damn much, and no job was worth that. You had this overwhelming urge to run and hide somewhere, but you couldn’t duck out until Jackie came back, and so you straightened your shoulders and turned to face the music like a big girl.
And there he was: standing at the bar with both elbows hooked on the ledge behind him, boots crossed at the ankles, waiting for you. You could tell that he had just been checking out your ass because of the way his gaze flicked up to your eyes with incriminating speed. His expression was unreadable, but that was nothing new.
Reluctantly, but also, with excitement bubbling in your veins, you made your way over to him, pausing briefly as one of the other servers walked out of the hallway where the bathrooms were. Another song started up, this time it was #1 Crush by Garbage.
“Do you have a break soon?” Eddie swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry at how hot you looked in that strange zipper dress. “Or, I can come back?” His mind couldn’t help but jump straight to the fact that every single dude in the place was thinking dirty thoughts about you, and it made his back teeth clench.
He was there to see you, you thought, your heart soaring. But in almost the same second you realized that he could be there to tell you that this wasn’t working out, that he didn’t want to see you anymore, that he met someone else, that he was moving to Brazil: all of which would be awful, but then at least you could start the process of moving on instead of hanging in limbo. Moving on from Eddie…that sounded like it was easier said than done.
Just then, as your mouth was open about so answer him, Jackie came out adjusting her belt, chewing gum. “Your turn,” she said as she walked between the two of you. “Take a fifteen. Oh, hey Munson,” she added passively at the end, patting him on the arm as she continued around the bar.
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At the far end of the hallway there was a heavy metal door that locked from the outside automatically when it shut, and there was a little wood wedge out in the alley to keep it open a crack. You bent down to push the wedge into place while Eddie put his hands on his hips and stared at the brick of the building across the way so that he wouldn’t get an erection at the sight of your perfect ass up in the air.
On one side of you squatted a big, metal dumpster, and on the other side were a few square crates where employees sat during their breaks, the pavement between them littered with cigarette butts. It was dark, and the only illumination came from a bulb over the door across the way and a streetlamp further down where the alley met with the sidewalk.
Eddie could tell things were different, he could tell you were upset, probably even hurt and disappointed, and he hated that he had something to do with that. All he wanted to do was put his arms around you, but your energy was telling him that you weren’t ready for that.
“I’m sorry…” He hesitated. What was he sorry for? Lots of things. “...for breaking our date and not calling.”
Your tight stomach softened, and your gaze flicked to his after not being able to make eye contact since stepping out of the building.
Eddie hooked his thumbs into his belt loops and looked down at the ground, shuffling his foot. “I had some shit to take care of and I got overwhelmed. But I should’ve said something to you.”
This was starting to be a pattern with him, but you believed that he was telling the truth. It sounded like there was a lot more to the story, but a sincere apology was worth it’s weight in gold to you. You could also tell that he was nervous to be in front of you right then, like maybe you wouldn’t forgive him.
He opened his mouth to say something else and you reached out and grabbed his hand, squeezing it, making his gaze jump to yours. “Hey, it’s okay,” you told him as he unhooked his thumb from his belt loop and took your hand. “I missed your stupid face, that’s all.”
He gave a soft snort, a sparkle returning to his eyes.
You leaned in, resting your other hand on his chest, relishing the direction this conversation had gone and how safe and whole you felt in his presence. You searched his eyes. “You need to communicate with me if this is ever going to work, okay? I don’t want you to feel like you can’t tell me things. Really, there’s nothing you could ever share with me about your life that I wouldn’t be able to handle.”
He really, really wanted to believe that was true, but the cynical part of him, the part that had learned to keep secrets as a way of life, doubted that anyone was that understanding.
“Come here,” he breathed on the curve of a smile, cupping your neck, and pulling your mouth to his. There were a few tender, sweet kisses, no tongue, and then he brushed his nose across yours a few times, lips brushing yours as he spoke. “I missed this.”
You kissed his bottom lip, and then his top lip, savoring their plump, perfect shape, before resting your head below his shoulder and wrapping your arms around him in a hug, his leather squeaking at your embrace.
You released a long, heavy breath. “I thought you came here to tell me you didn’t like me anymore.”
He kissed your temple. “I never said I liked you,” he mumbled, to which you dug your fingers into his ribs in an effort to tickle him, simultaneously trying to pull away. But, he held you tightly in place, deep chuckles rumbling in his chest. “It’s much more than that.”
At those words, you settled, smile pressed up against him, swooning so hard you felt like you were drunk.
What he had with you was special, and now, in his thirties, Eddie knew how rare this kind of chemistry was. You were the drug he wanted to be strung out on.
This...this was his, and he wouldn’t let anyone, especially Charlene, take it away from him.
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There was a pep in your step when you returned to work, enough so that Jackie commented on it, giving you a side eye. “Who the hell got you off on your break?” she asked rhetorically.
Truly, your break had felt like it was over in a blink, like you and Eddie had only been standing out in the alleyway for a second before you checked your Swatch and had to scramble back inside. He asked if he could wait for you and walk you back to your car when your shift was over, and you were fine with that, but you let him know it would be another hour or so, and he didn’t seem to mind.
Eddie knew a lot of the people who worked at the Velvet Hammer. Or, more precisely, the people who worked there knew Eddie. The bartender that night was a guy who looked like Kurt Cobain and he ignored everyone else to make sure Eddie got what he wanted the second he sat down at the bar. The place was packed by then, but every chance you got, you would walk by and run your hand across Eddie’s back and give him a flirty glance over your shoulder as you schlepped drinks around.
Thumper came over and sat next to Eddie when the night got slow and had a beer with him, and the two went out front to have a smoke and chat about the good ‘ol days.
“Is that new server your old lady?” Thumper asked after a drag on his cigarette. He flicked the ashes to the sidewalk and cocked his head.
Eddie propped his foot up behind him, against the building, wallet chain hanging down his thigh, thoughtfully exhaling gray smoke into the night. “Maybe, if I don’t fuck everything up,” he coughed.
Thumper wheezed in a laughing spasm. “You still sticking it to that rich bitch, what’s her name?”
Eddie stiffened. “That’s been over for a while. Bitch got all Fatal Attraction on me,” Eddie’s vernacular took a turn when he was around the older charter members, it was second nature.
“Man, I wish I was 20 years younger,” Thumper sucked in the tuft of graying hair that was under his lip. “Those were the days.”
Eddie was eager to change the subject. “How is the fourth marriage working out for you?”
“Fifth,” Thumper corrected with a nod. “Divorced Jeanie last spring, married Lorraine a few months ago. No kids this time, I got the snip. One more baby momma would break me.”
As bleak as the conversation topic was, Eddie had an inner warmth radiating through his body, healing him, now that he knew the two of you were back in a good place. He didn’t know if a traditional wedding or kids were things that you wanted, but he saw himself making coffee for you in the morning and bringing it to you in your studio while you worked on a painting. He could see you running out the door to hug him as he dragged himself home after a long day at work. A life together with a porch swing and a view of the sunset, maybe a cat and a dog and some chickens. A big garage for his bike and whatever classic car he was working on at the time.
God, he was getting a head of himself. Did you even like dogs?
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Back in the dressing room at the end of your shift, you and Jackie were both changing out of your work clothes and into something more comfortable when Jackie whipped around in only her bra and panties, startling you as you pulled your shirt on over your head.
“Hold up, you never told me you were Eddie Munson’s girl,” she hushed, giving you a sustained look of awe. “The stories I’ve heard about that cock are legendary.”
The way she sounded when she said it suggested that you should’ve been proud, but the declaration only succeeded in activating your anxiety. You tried not to think of all of the women in town he’d given orgasms to as you tied the laces on your shoes. As long as he was faithful to you, none of that other business should matter. But still, somehow it did. That reminded you, maybe it was time to lay the cards out on the table and have that monogamy talk before you got more invested than you already were.
There were still a few customers hunched over their drinks as you walked out, but the dancers were done, and you said goodbye to Jesse, the bartender, thanking him for all of his help. Jackie gave you a high five, and hugged Thumper before she headed off down the opposite side of the street, high ponytail bobbing.
You smiled up at Eddie who was standing there with his arm out, waiting for you to curl against him so he could wrap it around your shoulders.
“I thought for sure you would’ve ditched me by now,” you told him, slipping one of your hands into his back pocket.
“Nah, you’re not getting rid of me that easily,” Eddie joked, lifting his hand in a wave to Thumper as the two of you headed off down the street.
“Take care of that one,” Thumper shouted. “She’s a good girl.”
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“Are you?” Eddie asked as the two of you approached your car that was parked a block away.
“Am I what?” You asked, stopping to turn and gaze up into his face.
Eddie lifted his chin with a smirk, exposing the tattoo lines that peeked out of the collar of his shirt across his throat. “A good girl?”
You wet your bottom lip with the tip of your tongue and tilted your head. “Depends on who wants to know.”
He pulled took you into his arms for another kiss, eager tongues this time, moans in the back of throats, cock jumping in his jeans.
Your lips came away just enough to speak, your hand cupping his face, the stubble around his jaw prickling your palm. “What about you? Are you a good boy?”
There was a shiver of hesitation on his breath before he answered. “Only for you.”
The two of you were locked in a moment, you could’ve been on the sidewalk, you could’ve been standing on the moon---nothing mattered and you had no concept of time.
But then Eddie spoke up again. “Do you wanna get out of here? Go for a ride? I want to show you something.”
You didn’t have to be back at the Velvet Hammer until Saturday, and the thought of getting on Eddie’s bike again gave you excited goosebumps.
Eddie started opening the strap on one of the black leather saddlebags on the back of his chopper once the two of you arrived, and you stood back and watched as he pulled out a second bare bones helmet, the top shiny like the round edge of a bowling ball.
“I got this for you,” Eddie said, passing it over. “It should fit better than mine.”
You were speechless for a moment, looking down at it, touched by the thoughtful gift. “Thank you, I love it,” you whispered. He placed it on your head and adjusted the strap under your chin, diligently making sure it fit correctly.
“Is it too tight?” He asked, making sure the sides weren’t pinning your ears.
“It’s perfect,” you nodded.
He straddled the bike. “Do you remember how to get on?”
But you were already grabbing onto the back of his jacket and swinging your leg over. You’d been practicing getting on the back of Eddie’s bike in your dreams.
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You clung to him as the two of you sped along in the dark, your fingertips meeting at his stomach, chest glued to his back, core locked to his tailbone. He had on a pair of clear, protective glasses to keep the bugs from blinding him, and every so often, he would reach one hand down and put it over yours as the bike wound up the hill. You’d kiss the exposed skin on the back of his neck between his hairline and the collar of his leather, and he’d squeeze your thigh.
The spot he wanted to you to was a grass ledge near a line of cherry blossom trees that overlooked the city. He pulled out a thin blanket from one of his saddlebags and stretched it out over the grass. Lights down below twinkled like stars and you took your new helmet off to get comfortable next to him.
“Yep, it’s ugly,” you joked, referring to the spectacular view.
Eddie stretched his legs out in front of him and braced himself on his hands. “I knew you’d hate it just as much as I do,” but then there was a sliver of hesitation, his foot moving back and forth as he considered if he should say it or not. “I’ve never taken anyone up here before.”
Summer was fast approaching as far as the temperature went, but the nights were still chilly, and you had a sweatshirt on, but his proximity and the tone of his voice was rapidly throwing coals on the fire in your circulatory system.
Things progressed quickly. One second, you were laughing at a joke he made, and the next---your lips were on each other, hands roaming over each other’s bodies, heat throbbing between your legs. You were trying to push his jacket off, but Eddie sat up and removed it in a flash, tossing it on the bike with a twist of his wrist.
You rutted your hips against him a few times, but you could sense the hesitancy he had for whatever reason, and you took hold of his hand to move it down to your core, enjoying the growl he let out when he latched on to the wet heat already permeating through your jeans. You clung to his neck as he unzipped them, and you wiggled your hips out so he could slide his hand in. He paused only to take his rings off of his H-E-L-L-F-I-R-E knuckles, and then his fingers dipped back down to curl inside your underwear, slipping into the gushing arousal he found there, groaning against your mouth.
His thick fingers rolled in circles over your anxious nub. “Is this mine?” He asked in a throaty whisper, pressing his forehead to yours, waiting for you to answer.
Saliva got stuck in your throat but you whimpered a yes. He starts to slip his fingers down through your folds and you quiver as he travels deeper, aching to penetrate you, but you catch his wrist, stopping him from going any further.
“I have to...to say something,” you breathed.
Eddie pulled his hand out and rested it on your thigh, and brought his face back so he could see your eyes as you blinked at him under the moonlight. “You can tell me anything, baby.”
You planted a kiss on his chin, feeling nervous for some reason when it came to setting your boundaries. “I can’t be intimate with you if you’re also doing this with other women. I need to know that we’re…” you struggled with how to word that. Demanding some large scale commitment from him might come off as getting ahead of yourself. “I need to know that you and I are something special and there’s no one else,” you paused to lick your lips, eyes lowered to the neckline of his shirt.
Nothing you said could’ve pleased Eddie more, and his attraction to you intensified ten fold in that moment. He used the crook of his finger to tilt your chin up, encouraging you to meet his eyes. “There’s no one else. There hasn’t been anyone else since the barbecue at Robin’s house.”
It was on the tip of his tongue to add, “if you’re my girl, there will never be anyone else,” but he didn’t want to come off as smothering, or make you feel uncomfortable with the intensity in which he was capable of devoting to you.
Relieved, you brushed his cheek with your thumb. “Trust and monogamy are really important to me, I need to know I can trust you,” your eyes met, searching deep, and he pulled your hand to his chest. “You’re the only one I want to be with, and I think we could---”
But Eddie’s lips found yours with a new level of need as he wholeheartedly agreed, so caught up in his growing feelings for you that he didn’t have the words to express them. He could ramble on about cars and music and bikes all day long, but when it came to feelings like this? He was struck dumb.
“I want to taste my girl,” he choked out, helping to work your jeans down with his hand as you kicked them down and off, keeping your mouth on his while your hand clutched his hair that had fallen from the tie and was loose around his shoulders.
“I want to be in your mouth, baby,” you gasped as he met your eyes and then made his way down, lifting your shirt to kiss your stomach, tongue darting out to tease your flesh, face stubble tickling.
A purr escaped his throat as his mouth found its destination and he planted kisses on the outside of your soaked underwear, down your slit, and then he peeled them to the side with his finger, darting his tongue in just enough to make you writhe.
“You can...take those off…” you breathed.
He kissed your inner thigh. “You let me take care of it,” he told you in a deep voice, as he continued on with his business.
His tongue dove in to penetrate you a few times, swallowing, groaning, “fuck, you taste so good,” his hot breath fanned against you as his cock begged for release, his hips rocking against the ground.
The need to be inside of you was overwhelming; painful, even, but he hadn’t brought any condoms with him, and he didn’t know how you would feel about being that close to him this soon in the game. The thought of getting you to cum in his mouth already had his cock leaking.
For some reason, the way he pulled your underwear to the side was turning you on even more? He sucked your clit in and flicked it with his tongue, moaning against you, and it made you arch your chest, exposing your throat to the cherry blossoms above as you cursed. He drew a few long licks along your slit, and then you felt a finger go in just as your fingers dug into the grass on either side of the blanket.
“Are you mine?” Eddie asked between sucks, sinking another finger in.
Crickets made their music all around as the soft hush of the town life below drifted up in the darkness.
“I’m-I’m all yours, baby,” you stammered, forehead clenched.
Eddie’s fingers found a rhythm, moving long and deep in fast strokes as his mouth found the perfect spot that made you hiss, “right there right there,” and he kept working until he could feel your tight walls start to clench around his fingers.
“You’re so good, baby,” you were mumbling, barely coherent now as a strangled cry escaped your lips and your hips fucked into his hand and Eddie’s pelvis fucked the ground, and your eyes started to roll back in your head.
“Eddie, Eddie, cum-cum-cumming,” you jerked as the velvet walls crashed around you, limbs popping spasmodically, whimpering his name.
Eddie pressed his mouth against your core, one hand around your thigh to pin you against his tongue so that he could drink every last drop, riding the high with you until he knew your nub would be too sensitive, and then his tongue returned to your hole a few times, moaning with pleasure at the sweet nectar of your release.
And then you were pulling him up, coaxing him into your arms, your mouth eager to find his and taste your spend on his lips. He wrapped the side of the blanket around you to keep you warm as you rolled against him, both lost in an oxytocin high, muttering words of affection to each other.
Both falling hard under the adoring pink eyes of the cherry blossoms.
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The next day, someone knocked on the door to the women’s restroom at the Velvet Hammer because it was locked, and Steve’s head sprang up from between the thighs of the woman he had propped up on the sink counter.
“Ocupado!” he yelled in Spanish, lips and chin glistening in the dim red light.
The woman with the short skirt shoved up around her waist and her feet planted on his shoulders whined, “Don’t stop, Stevie, I’m close,” which made Steve’s mouth lunge forward again with unbridled enthusiasm.
About a minute later, she came, while grabbing his hair and telling him no one ever made her cum that hard. She was a yoga instructor, and they’d only met up a few times so far, but he was already thinking about getting her name tattooed somewhere on his body.
As they were cleaning up, there was another knock at the door, this time it was more of an aggressive pounding, followed by the voice of Jackie, one of the servers. “Telephone call for you, Casanova!” She swatted the door a few more times with the palm of her hand.
Steve let Mary the yoga instructor go out first, and then he followed after a ten count, tucking his shirt in and slicking his hair back as he went. Mary went to the bar to wait for him. It was almost 9:30 and he was getting off early that night because there was another bouncer there, and it was slow for a Friday.
Steve ducked in behind the bar and yanked the receiver to his ear. “Yeah, this is Steve? Whadda ya want?”
It was you, and by the sound of the gentle sucking in of breath and tremor in your voice, you had been crying. Your voice was a tiny mew. “Steve? Have you seen Eddie tonight?”
At the dire tone of your voice, Steve curled into the corner of the bar and put a finger in his other ear so that he could hear you more clearly. “I haven’t, but I should put an ankle monitor on him. Are you okay? Are Oliver and the girls okay?”
You cleared your throat, about to try and explain, but then just said, “Everyone is fine. I’m sorry to bother you. I have to go,” and then you hung up on him, sobs jerking in your chest.
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Earlier that same evening, Robin and Oliver came over to have a pizza night with you and Katie at your place, and then Robin and Katie cuddled in front of the TV while you and Oliver spread out at the kitchen table to make some art.
You had been messing around with some watercolor pencil sketches when they first arrived, and Oliver was mesmerized. He sat as close as he could to you and asked if he could help. You brought out a bunch of markers and crayons and brushes from your studio, and the two of you worked in silence for periods of time, just enjoying the craft. He was a creative, intelligent little boy, and the latent motherhood genes in your DNA made you feel very protective of him. Mess with you? Fine. Mess with Oliver? I will end you.
His concentration reminded you of a younger you, honestly, and a couple times he mentioned his Uncle Eddie and your heart swelled.
Speaking of Eddie---last night, after he made you cum like a banshee, you got dressed so he could take you back down the hill to your car. You called him once you got home, like he asked you to, but you hadn’t heard from him since. Fridays were always busy for him at work, never mind the rest of the shit he had to deal with, so you weren’t too worried about it. He’d probably call you later when he was in bed. There had been a palpable shift, and things were different between the two of you now. You were both on the same page, each committed to a mutual respect for each other.
By the end of the evening, when there was only a few crusts of pizza left in the box, Oliver gathered the handful of artwork he’d created on your sketchbook paper, and slid them over to you as if he was making a business deal.
“Can you sell these in your gallery?” he asked, bending one of his small fingers into the stack. “That way I can help my mom pay some bills.”
For more reasons that one, you started to tear up. You turned your head away to sniff and ran your finger under your eyes, blinking as wide as you could to keep the waterworks at bay.
“Ollie,” Robin said softly. She had just been coming up behind him when he said that, and her eyes met yours. “Things have been a bit stressful lately, but I never told him to---”
“I wish I could,” you nodded, composing yourself, turning to smile at Oliver. “These drawings are worth way too much, though, our gallery could never afford them.”
He looked thoughtfully down at the stack and shuffled them, smiling to himself, and then he pulled one out and passed hit to you. “This one is you and uncle Eddie. You can keep it.”
You were suddenly so emotional. Was your period close? Was someone cutting onions?
The picture he drew with watercolor pencils and charcoal and crayons was a tall stick figure with long, wavy dark hair holding hands with a big pink heart with arms and legs, but no hair or other defining characteristics. An orange oval with legs and a round head to represent your cat Charlie, and there were “m” shaped birds and a sun in the sky.
You thanked Oliver, swallowing back a hitch in your chest, and immediately went over to put his artwork on the fridge, wiping your wet cheeks.
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Robin and Oliver had been gone for 20 minutes or so, and you and Katie were wrapped up on opposite ends of the couch watching a horror movie in the dark, candles burning on the coffee table, when the doorbell rang.
It didn’t just ding once: whoever it was blasted their finger onto the button a good 6 or 7 times before they let up.
“What the hell,” you murmured, pausing the tape as you got up, prancing to the door, hoping that it might be Eddie.
You peaked through the peephole and was confused to see no one there. Your eyeball was scanning around for other signs of life when it landed on a manila envelope on the doormat.
“Where you expecting some mail?” You called to Katie, and she got so curious, she jumped up from the couch to come down the hall and see what made you ask that.
She checked the peephole to take a look at the envelope and the surrounding area. Down the street, you heard a car engine start up.
You backed up, worry creasing your brow. “Leave it. I have a bad feeling.”
Katie threw you a look over her shoulder before she unlocked the door and swiftly bent down to snatch the envelope before reeling back inside and clamping the locks down again.
“It has your name on it,” she said, handing it to you.
Sure enough, on the front was your full name in block letters, and on the other side was a sealed lip held in place by an aluminum tab.
Just then, a dark red Chevy Cavalier crept down the street without its headlights and eased onto the main road, out of sight.
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Eddie was at the garage finishing up until 6, and then he had a beer with Bones, who was also a Coffin King and one of his mechanics, and then he went over to Wayne’s to help him install a new cabinet in his bathroom. He made them both some tomato soup and grilled cheese for dinner, and it got him wondering if you would like it if he made it for you.
It was getting late, and he almost called you from Wayne’s, but decided it would feel good to take his boots off and lay down first. He’d let you know the night before that you might not hear from him until late; he was determined to be a better communicator and not let you down again.
He yawned as he entered his apartment, locking the door behind him and throwing his leather on the back of the sofa.
The new answering machine that he had picked up from Radio Shack on his lunch break, and set up at your request, was blinking that he had 2 new messages, but it wasn’t something he was used to checking, so he cracked open a beer and hopped in the shower first.
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Once you saw what was in the envelope, denial was the first stage you jumped to.
“But, what are these?” You spread them out on the kitchen island, shock clamping down on your brain so that it refused to process the information in front of you.
They were 8x10 photos, taken with some type of high-powered camera...of Eddie. In his apartment. With two different women on separate occasions. All taken within the past couple days.
How did you know that they were taken within the last couple days? Whoever took them didn’t want to leave you with any room for doubt, and so they were holding up the front page of the paper for that day to mark each incident.
But, you knew Eddie so well, that detail would not have been necessary.
In the ones where he was in nothing but his boxers, kissing Erica in the hallway, you could see the markings from the love bite on his neck that you had accidentally given him over the weekend when he came to pick you up at the gallery.
In the second set of photos, where a tattooed redhead you didn’t recognize was behind him on the bed with her arms wrapped around him---he was in the exact same t-shirt he’d worn last night with a smudge of your red lipstick on the white collar. From when you were both under the cherry blossoms. When he promised that you could trust him and there was no one else. After you opened yourself up to him and let him take a piece of you.
“Who would do this?” Katie said in a hush, almost to herself, picking up each one to look at it closer. “Why would someone do this?”
“There must be a mistake,” you mumbled, your nervous system crashing, feeling lightheaded.
Katie swallowed and put down the photo she was holding, giving you a look that was full of sadness and concern. “How could it be a mistake, though? That is definitely Eddie.”
Feeling yourself about to lose it, you scrambled to pull all of the photos together and hurried down the hall to lock yourself in your room. Once inside, you clutched the photos to your chest and slid down the door until you were on the ground, shaking, choking on tears.
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The older man with the salt n’ pepper hair and crystal blue eyes returned to the Velvet Hammer on Friday evening just to see if you were working. He had a whiskey sour at the bar and asked after you, but was told you didn’t have a shift that evening. Steve overheard the conversation he was having with the bartender and went over to him.
“She’s a friend of mine,” Steve raised an eyebrow, rolling a toothpick between his lips. “Why are you asking about her?”
John turned on his bar stool and shook Steve’s hand, white teeth brilliant against his tan skin.
“She waited on our table the other day, and, it took me a while, but I finally realized where I knew her from.” He paused to extend his hand and ask Steve if he could buy him a drink, but Steve declined.
John opened his wallet to pull a business card out. “I bought some original art from her at an outdoor market a few years ago. She’s a brilliant painter," he met Steve’s bored gaze, seemingly unaffected by the intimidation factor that he usually had on people.
He handed Steve his card. “I’d love to commission another piece from her, if she’s willing. Do you think you could have her call my office?”
Steve inspected the card, turning it over.
“I wrote my personal line on the back,” he continued. “I’m usually at work, but my secretary always knows where to find me.”
Steve knew that you’d be glad for the extra cash, so he slipped the guys card in his back pocket instead of throwing it away like he normally would.
“I didn’t catch your name?” John asked Steve.
“That’s because I never threw it,” Steve returned, introducing himself.
“Good to meet you, Steve,” he nodded sincerely. “My name is John. John Gregson.”
Steve had already read his name on the business card and was still trying to figure out why it sounded so familiar as he watched him get into a black Mercedes across the street.
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Eddie was in his gray sweats, drying his hair with a towel when he finally noticed the number 2 flashing on the machine. He pushed play absently as he went to sit on the bed.
The first message sounded like a strangled gasp and then a sniffle, and it made his head snap up, both hands holding onto the blue towel around his neck.
“...Eddie…” it was you, and he could tell you were in distress, and you’d been crying. He leaned forward to hover over the machine, his brow clenched. There was a stretch of time where you were struggling to speak and only managed to swallow a few times. “….why would you do this to me?” Then another pause when it sounded like you were whispering whywhywhy over and over under your breath.
You finished with, “This hurts so bad...." And then there was a click and the message abruptly stopped.
Eddie’s head was reeling, fear and worry jack-hammering in his veins.
His eyes wide and frantic, he picked up the receiver to call you, but then the second message clicked on.
The sound of Charlene’s voice spiked with amused laughter sent a dagger into his gut:
“I warned you.”
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Part 9
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after last night
☆ EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST ☆
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➷ Summary : there is something that Eddie couldn't find to forget about you after that night
➷ Word Count : it's one shot
➷ Warnings : 18+ MDNI‼️ Rockstar!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader, language, no use of y/n, Eddie and reader are both (21), I made a bestfriend character named "Alexis", SMUT‼️, p in v penetration, both receiving, unprotected sex, aftercare, alcohol consumption, establishing a relationship, Eddie is a player in the past! reader is just an amazing gal and Eddie is so an awe to her, that's it!
➷ What to Expect : SMUT‼️ and FLUFF! this is just literally hot steamy delicious smut really hehe, you'll see an worried Eddie here, this is set in Modern era but it still screams 1980's
➷ Note To Reader : basically, I am literally using my favorite artists songs into an Eddie fic at this point, DON'T Y'ALL LOVE THIS SONG?!? 😩🤌🏻
➷ Author Note : I can't believe y'all liked my last post "you ain't woman enough" I didn't expect all of you to enjoy it and I wasn't even satisfied with it but wow y'all reassured me it was okay! SO THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT! 🥺🫶🏻✨
"I have plus one, you have to go with me!" Alexis holding up the two invitation cards with a look that says "please, I beg of you"
"I'll think about it" you glanced at her as you jotted down notes for tomorrow's class
"yeah, you'll think about it after a million years" she goes to your side and leans on the wall looking at you
You shut your eyes while you're holding both of your hands in front of you
You know she won't stop bugging you until you say "yes"
"Girl- please, this is Corroded Coffin! not anyone is lucky enough to be on their first music listening party!"
"Can't you bring someone who is dying to get there?" you mocked your reply to her as she rolls her eyes
"They don't matched my vibe and besides I love your company!"
"I may be loud, only to you but in that zone? I'll be sitting alone in the couch throughout the night"
She scoffs "Oh, please, you're so very well spoken once you get comfortable with the person you're talking to"
"it's not an immediate connection! I've had to warm up to them first" you say as your keyboard makes clacks sounds as you type at the background as her eye twitches in annoyance
"But-"
"It's lucky when something else sparked" you narrow your eyes at her as she huffs
"Come on! Please?!? it's only a few days left and we're gonna go home to Hawkins and we haven't tried or experienced something like this!"
You sigh without looking at her as you turned your head at her as she softly chants "please, please, please"
Wouldn't it hurt to have some fun for once?
"Alright! Alright fine! I'll go with you!"
"Yes! I knew you would come to your senses" She happily jumps and she hugs you and you chuckled as you roll your eyes playfully
"I'll go ready my outfit and you should too!" The smile is still intact to her lips as she takes her leave goes straight to her closet
You're so indecisive
You're so indecisive that you can't pick an outfit
"Oh my god, you've been staring at those three outfits for an hour!" Alexis exclaims at you in the reflection as she puts Velcro rollers over her hair
"Let me think"
"No- you can't think when you can't decide!"
"You're not helping, Alexis"
"Do you want me to choose for you?"
"No" you're staring so sternly at the two outfits
The colors are pretty much all black but the one outfit is a set of leather tube top and skirt with fishnet stockings and some edgy accessories, the next outfit is very dainty-ish top because of the ruffles all over the neckline with black ripped jeans, and lastly, it's literally the one you've been staring hard for too goddamn long
It's a black velvet dress, it screams "femme fatale" but still remains the elegance of the dress, it got a nice trim over the edges and it will fits you so well, it's a bit short since it ends just above your knees
The thing is that
The chest part design? is too revealing, it's a. cute strap sweetheart top and maybe, you'll be so overdressed since not only that is your problem
It's also backless
"If we come late to this party because of you, god- I forgot how hard it is for you to pick an outfit" she takes the cap off from the lipstick liner as she outline her lips, she's still talking to you at the reflection of the vanity mirror
You're thinking a lot of it deeply until you remembered something
You have this black glittery short blazer and this will be perfect with your black Stiletto Black Ankle Strap Pumps
"Wait- I got it" you snap your fingers, you raised the dress that you picked and Alexis squeals in excitement
"Oh my gosh, you'll look so hot!"
You chuckled as you shake your head
"Okay, so, there's Jeff the bass guitar, Gareth the drummer and-"
She turns off the engine of her car as she recites the band members names again
"Eddie, the lead singer and guitarist, yeah- I know" you tug up a smile at the end as she beams at you, she claps her hands
"Well, look at you! you remember it!"
"Of course, I remember it, you keep yapping about them all day to me"
You both get out of the car as she rolls her eyes at you, she locks the car as both of your heels starts clicks the pavement
"Do you listen to their music?"
"I did"
"I thought you didn't like that kind of music"
"Alexis, I just don't have the time to listen to it that doesn't mean I don't like it"
"But you did listen to it?"
"Some of it, yeah"
"It's really good, right?"
"Yeah, it is"
Once you both got in the front, the door swings open a curly short haired boy with red checkered vest and a black denim pants happily greets
"Hey there, baby!" He opens up his arms as your bestfriend rans into him
"Gareth!"
"How are you?"
"I'm good"
"Let me take a look at you"
"You're so stunning!"
The boy is grinning very widely at your bestfriend as you watch them both with a small smile at your face and when you and him looked at each other, your bestfriend introduced you
"Um- Gareth, this is my bestfriend in college and my plus one"
"Oh, hello" he offers his hand for you to shake as you gladly accepted it as you say your name
"I think Eddie is going to like you"
"Excuse me?"
"Gareth! Don't start the traffic at the front door-"
He stopped when he saw his friend and you
"Oh hey"
You shyly wave at the young man behind Gareth
"This is Jeff!" Your excited bestfriend pulls Jeff out as they both share a laugh
You shake hands at Jeff "Nice to meet you"
"You too"
You're amused at how Jeff kicks Gareth inside as you both walked inside of the house
They act like silly little kids that you almost forgot that they're famous rockstars
Now, you can feel little by little that your shy demeanor is fading slowly
"Isn't that right? Jeff?" Gareth asks as he throws his arms around at your bestfriend
"Right about what?" Jeff stand beside you as he furrows his eyebrows at his friend
"That Eddie will like her" Gareth points at you and Jeff looked at you with both of his eyebrows raised
"Yeah, definitely" Jeff says with his eyes wide as you get even more confused why they keep saying that
"Where is he? anyway?"
"You know Eddie, he's always late" Jeff crossed both of his arms as he goes to the front facing the three of you
"Ladies, feel free to help yourselves at the food and drink at the table, I know y'all both starving" Gareth squeezes Alexis to his side as he joins Jeff walking into a different direction of the house, they both said they'll be back
"Okay, no wonder why you feel comfortable with them, I see, I get it now" you sigh as you smile in disbelief
"I told you so!" she giggles as she takes your hand leading you to the dining table
You both came in early, so, there's only a few people inside, there's a distant music playing at the background
Gareth is not lying to what he just said to the both of you that you just realized you we're indeed hungry until you eaten one of their meals
Ever since you started college, you haven't had a decent meal
Both of you are stuffed and full, you ask at the bar for a drink
"One bottle of Heineken, please"
"Me too!"
"Cheers to finding yourself a boyfriend"
You snorted but you shrugged "I guess, cheers to that then?"
"I haven't told you where I met them, so, I first met Gareth at a convenience store and I don't know something really else clicked between the two of us, so, we hang out and then he gave me an invite"
"So, this is the man that you're talking about since last week?"
"Yeah"
"And you're officially his girlfriend"
She blushes "yes"
"Wow" you take a swig of your drink as you turn away from your bestfriend
"What is it?"
"I'm happy for you, I really do, but it seems so fast?"
Before she can reply, "You know what, I'll stop being protective, I'm just concerned- that's all"
She smiles at you as she nods to your words
"You're just like him"
"Like who?"
"Eddie"
Oh, there goes that name again
"What about him?"
"He's a really really nice guy, I'm not even kidding! he's also a gentleman"
You piqued an interest to that as your bestfriend Alexis smirks at the look that you just gave her
Gareth calls out to her name but Alexis hesitates to leave you all alone
"You can go ahead"
"Are you sure? I don't want-"
"I'll be fine, Alexis, just also look out for yourself, okay? go have fun"
She sadly smiles as she hugs you before she left and went to his drummer boyfriend
You deeply sighs as you finish your drink, you decide to take a look around the house
The guests are growing bigger and bigger as you started strolling around in the place
Every inch of the house feels so expensive, it's spacious, the white and gold furniture and the paintings all over across the room, you like how it styled
Much to your fascination, you bumped over the person whose quickly running that you fall back down on the floor
"Shit, my bad- I am so sorry" he reaches out for you to hold his hand
You clutch at your chest and winced at how hard it is but you dismissive your hand anyways and took his hand
"I'll survive, don't worry about it" you give him a small smile as you got back up on your feet
The male chuckles, you take him in, his hair is long brown curl locks and slightly long bangs and he's wearing a black Ray-Ban sunglasses and a pair of Metallica muscle tee and leather pants and black boots
"Why are you in such a hurry, anyway?" You ask him, you dusted yourself off
He ignores your question instead he ask you this "Would you accompany me in there?"
You tilt your head at him and looked over the crowded room
"I-I wouldn't-"
"Please, it would mean so much to me?" he opens his arm for you to hold but you still hesitated but sigh in defeat as you take it
On the way there, he speaks up again
"Did you come here alone?"
"Uh- no, my bestfriend from college, Alexis, used her plus one on me, I think you knew her already"
He chuckles again "Oh yeah, Alexis, she's a fun gal, I didn't know that she has fine bestfriend"
You knit your brows together, the moment he turns to look at you and he smiles, you became shy under his gaze
"Have you met everyone?"
"Yeah, I met Jeff and Gareth, they're cool but-" you replied to him and you notice some of the guests that you both passed while walking are waving at him
Who is this person?
"I haven't met Eddie" you say as you watch him open the doors
The moment the both of you step inside and the people roared in cheer, you startled by the joyous screams of all the guests
He laughs as he turns around back at you and takes his glasses off
"You already met him, darling"
Oh my god
Oh my fucking god
Why are you so clueless? You've been with him?!?
He's THEE Eddie Munson?!?
You're stunned and your mouth is agape as you stare at him in shock
He smirks as he places his Ray-Ban sunglasses on top of your head as he hold the tip of your chin raising it slowly to meet his gaze
"I'll see you later, sweetheart" he winks at you as he turns his back at you leaving you completely speechless
You know Corroded Coffin
Of course, you know the band name members
Yes, you listen to their songs
But
You didn't watch their music videos that's why you have no idea what they're look like
You're so occupied with your set of tasks that you didn't have the time to look at their faces
There, you see him again, talking to somebody else as he glances at you wiggling his fingers as you cupped your mouth in embarrassment as you shyly wave at him
He chuckles as he goes back talking to other person
Alexis pulled your hand in the corner as you both giggled to each other
"Girl- oh my gosh, you did not just come in with Eddie!"
"I have literally no idea! Alexis!"
"See? I told you he'll like you!" Gareth came into her side as he holds a drink into his hand as he points at you
"He's probably not" you deny him as Gareth rolls his eyes at you
"It's clear as day that you came in with him!" Jeff exclaims
"I think he was just being nice because he accidentally bumped on me earlier"
Alexis covers her mouth as the three of them looking at the person behind you
"It's my fault, I know" he tuts as he slinks his arm around your waist, you're surprised at the sudden action before you can even look at the person behind you
You pursed your lips together as you look down
"Mind you if I steal her from you guys?" He pulls you to his side as your eyes go wide at your bestfriend
She raises both of her hands with her face that says "Sorry, I can't help you"
"Yes, by all means!" Gareth aggressively nods as he shoos the both of you away
Jeff flashes you an eat-shiting grin at you as Eddie starts walking while still holding you closely to him
"Uh- rude of me, by the way, I did not quite catch your name"
You tell him your name as he nods but not leaving you with a dashing smile
He walks you through his room and you suddenly immersed in it's glory
It's captivating and it's so like him
He closes the door behind him and you roam your eyes around the area
"Wow, your room is so amazing"
"Thanks, you know all of this I just saved a lot of money to get all of this stuff that I wanted- uh- what's your favorite part?"
You smile as you point out the biggest window, you've ever seen
"Oh, that" both of you walked closer to it
He sighs at the scenery outside "Same"
You took the sunglasses from your head that he placed before
He pushes your hand away and lets his hold linger in there
"Keep it"
One of the crew/staff member starts knocking at the door telling Eddie someone is looking for him and it's urgent
"Can you stay here until I get back? You can do whatever you want in here"
"Um, sure" you say and smile as you nod at him
Before he closes the door, "Don't go anywhere? Okay?"
You chuckled "I won't, don't worry"
It's been 45 minutes since he left as you glanced over the clock as you finished looking at his achievement wall and shelf, you shift on your stance as you decided to take off your blazer
You walked through his vinyl collections, you run your hands on it until you saw "Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell "Ain't No Mountain High Enough" you picked it up and looked over the cover
You looked at the door for one last time
"I can wait for him" you shrug as you take the jacket off and holding the platter very gently as you placed it down and raised the tonearm needle and pressed the play button
A smile grows on your lips as you hear the familiar tune
Your head starts bopping and you sway your body into the song
"I'm sorry, I'm late, sweetheart" Eddie came inside of his room, finally, but you're so lost in the music
You didn't even hear the door click closed
You're about to see him behind you but you're still dancing into the song
Eddie's mouth slowly hanging open as he is so enthralled to what he is watching right now
You took the pin off from your hair updo as you shake your head slightly, so, it falls, god- his heart just dissipated
The soft smile from your lips, and oh so freaking gorgeous gorgeous dress and he just wanna take your hand and marry you right away
The moment you turned around you open your eyes, you saw him standing in there, you didn't see how he is so entranced by you
You laugh in shock as lovely gasp giggles that came out from your mouth as you held your chest and you threw your head back
The time felt slow as he just stands there
He never want this night to end
"Oh, you came back!" You say as your laughter died down
Eddie, come on, man, speak up, he blinks rapidly as he clears his throat as he shoves his hands into his pockets "Y-Yeah, I'm back" he winced at how he stuttered
"I hope you don't mind me playing one of your precious vinyls" you walk over through his vinyl player and you're about to stop the music until he grabs your wrists as he slowly reaches to hold your hand, you're now looking at him with your hair beautiful laying down on your shoulders
"Don't stop the music yet" he says as he beams up and tug you on the center of his room as you giggled in the process as he starts dancing with you
"My love is alive (woo)
Way down in my heart
Although we are miles apart
If you ever need a helping hand
I'll be there on the double
Just as fast as I can
Don't you know that there"
He takes you by his arms, he twirls you around, he held you close to his chest as he start making dance moves that will make your stomach hurt
He stares at you as you happily dance with a big smile on your face
He moves closer to you, you raised your eyebrows as he stops you from moving as he holds both of your forearms
Your eyes goes all over his face, you saw his eyes flit right back to your eyes and to your lips
He leans forward and then boom, he pulls you close to place a kiss on your lips, your eyes are wide but flutters shut as you cupped both of his cheeks as your lips moved along with his
The kiss was so soft and sweet until he walks forwards as you walked backward pinning you on the wall, he grabs you by the waist as you mewl into the kiss, you placed your palms over his shoulders as it slowly crossed your arms around his neck
He is now flushed into your body inhaling every scent of you, the both of you got out of breath as he starts suckling the skin from your neck and your collarbones
You tug at his hair as he groans, the music behind is now ignored and coming to an end, you hum at the sweet spot that he found earning a moan out of you
"Oh, you sound so good" his voice is suddenly deeper and lower than before
He caged you in the middle as he plant his palms on either side of your head as he licks his lips as he looks at you from up and down
You looked at him with those sickening eyes that he can't wait to see it squeezing shut from pounding at you so hard
You reached at his tattoos as you traced your fingers at them, he watches you intently, a sudden confidence went through you as you think of something
"Maybe, your friends will be looking for you?" You say without making your voice sound like a honey-glazed tone, you look over to his shoulder as he turns his head around it
"Nah, they won't be needing me-"
He stopped talking when he felt you putting something inside on his pocket
You smirked at him as he gotten amused as he reaches down and turns out to be your black laced panties his eyes almost bulge out of his skull as he raised it in front of you
You bat your eyelashes on him acting all coy and innocent as he bits his bottom lip
"Real smooth, princess"
"I don't know what you mean by that"
He scoffs as he chuckles while shaking his head, he clicks his tongue at the sight of you
He caught you off guard when he carries you by the hip, you shrieked at the action immediately as you wrapped your arms around his neck his free hand swiftly taking off his pants
Carrying you got your dress riled up in the process as he didn't waste a minute any longer, he didn't give you a time to adjust as he enters your hole and you feel him pulsing inside of you, you take a sharp breath as you close your eyes as you throw your head back
"Jesus fucking christ" he grunts as he starts from a slow pace until it becomes quicker
Making you a cockdrunk mess as you clench around him, you moan when he starts to get rougher, you hold him close tightly making him rest on the crook of your shoulder
You whimper "E-Eddie, oh- you're good" you kiss him again surprising him as he gladly kisses you back but this time it was more lustful and desperate as your both of your teeth clashed
You're sliding up and down against the wall as he fucks you deeper making you gasp as he hit the spot both of you are heavily breathing as Eddie's contorts into pleasure, the way your cunt swallowing him so easily is driving him nuts
"You're so goddamn wet" your breath hitches as you crossed your legs around his waist
He sheaths once more until you screamed as you came undone
You pant as he carries you again leading you into his bed, he takes himself out of you making you whine on the feel of emptiness, the male laugh as you huff and puff at him
He takes off your heels and his muscle tee, you used your elbows to move backwards at his bed
You're in awe at him completely naked in front you as he leans down his fingers playing the hem of your dress his eyes are asking for a permission as you hold a finger up
He watches you as you start to take off your dress, he gulped when he saw how absolutely eternal you are
All is bare on display for him
Only for him
Your shy demeanor came back when he looks at you like that but he removes that as he starts to kiss you once again, you yelped as you kiss him
While kissing you he is now positioning himself between your legs as he lets himself inside of you again
You moan into his mouth as he starts to goes lower until he's on your chest he places love marks all over it
He held your hips as he pounds into you harder, your mouth making an "0" shape as he smirks
Your cunt squelch as he pulls himself in and out of you, he pulls you down earning a high-pitched moan from you as he raised your one leg and as he plunges himself inside of you making your back arched
"W-where do you want me, sweets?" He says as he growl when you start clenching at him again
His eyes went bigger when you changed the position, now, you're on top of him
You move your hips keeping up the pace as you watch his eyes rolled squeezing it shut
"Inside of me, I need you to fill me up" it's the only you managed to say
He doesn't know if his mind playing tricks on him
Did you really say that to him?!?
Eddie became frantic as he can't bust inside of you just yet as you grin at him evilly
You roll your hips as your moan become louder and louder as Eddie starts to squirm beneath you
"Fucking hell, yes, use me- j-just like that" he reveled as he sits up holding you and pulling you closer to him
He kneads your breast as he watches you touching yourself down below making him groan
The bodies slapping is the most unholiest that you ever heard in your life as you kiss him while your hands went through his hair, you got him distracted by the sudden sweet sensation
As you can feel your body shaking and the heat forming and building up, he shudder when you pin him down on the bed, the mattress springs starts to squeak as you fuck him
Oh, he is a goner
You screamed in pleasure as he shoots his load inside of you, he didn't let you down as he fills you up into the brim, you can feel it dripping as you collapsed at him
Your whole body is spent as he chuckles lowly
You softly moan when he still fills you up as he moves his hips
Both of your body feels sticky from the sweat but you didn't mind and neither does he
You start to wobble as you remove yourself from his laying beside him as he smiles lazily at you
You gave him a sweet loving smile at him
"Was I good for you?" you ask him he doesn't missed the way your eyes flashes with wonder
He raised both of his eyebrows with a look that says "Are you fucking kidding me?"
"I-I don't know what you, what you did, but you did it, girl, see- normally I don't stutter but you d-d-do it to me!" He loses it, he got frustrated to fix his words as he let it be
Ever since he laid his eyes on you, he is staggered by your beauty
You crack up a laugh that he wishes he could hear it forever as he pulls you beside him
You both stayed like that for a while as you can feel your heavy eyes begging for you to go sleep, Eddie slipped off of you as he wore his boxers and pulls in his drawer a clean cloth
He opens the blanket as he takes care of you nicely, you're appalled, really, you've never had this level of intimacy before, you blushed
He saw your face as he smiles, "You're so adorable, baby" he chuckles as you hide your face with both of your palms
He brings back the blanket to cover you as you went into your side again
He kisses the top of your head as you wrapped your arms around him
He massages your scalp as it lulled you to sleep as you drift away
Meanwhile, Eddie, saw a shooting star as he looks at his window, says a prayer and hope it comes true
You woke up in the morning and you're still in the same position as it was before, he holds you close to him, you stare at him, he is so pretty with his long eyelashes and specks of freckles across his face
You take his arm off of you carefully, you slide off from the sheets as you picked up the discarded clothes all over the floor as you start dressing up
You saw your reflection in the mirror
Wow, damn, you didn't really who were you last night
There's something about him and that made you feel, you sigh in content with a smile on your face
You saw what time it is as you quickly put on your heels but before you headed out to the door
You smile so fondly as you placed a kiss on his lips and into his cheek, you giggle quietly when it leaves a mark because of your lipstick that you put on earlier
But, of course, you kept his sunglasses
"I wonder what's gotten to them" Jeff sips his coffee as he writes a new song for the band
Gareth chows down his favorite cereal, it crunches as he speaks "I think I heard someone left earlier in the morning but maybe that's just-"
Both of them can hear the loud pats of his barefeet as he runs quickly into the kitchen, even they're aware of his incoming presence, they both still get startled by him
"Where is she?!?" Eddie's voice starts cracking up like someone killed his loved one, he appears with his maroon robe
"Who?" Jeff takes a full gulp from his coffee as he analyzes his friend
Gareth still munching onto his cereal as he furrows his brows in confusion
"Her! Th-The girl with Alexis yesterday!"
"Oh, her" Jeff flashes a teasing wink to Eddie as his face drops in annoyance
"I think she left, Eddie"
"When?"
"Earlier in the morning, I heard the front door and gate opened"
Eddie starts pacing around at them back and forth, Gareth and Jeff eyes followed him as they both looked at each other because-
Eddie is only behaving like this when he doesn't have no idea for D&D campaign, when he can't write a song or when something happened to his beloved guitar
"I-I need to see her again, I can't- I have to- I want to see her" he rambles into his friends
"Man, are you alright?" Jeff asks him as walks over through him with his arms crossed
"No, I am not- I just really want to see her-"
"Gareth, do you have Alexis phone number?"
He nods but his expression changed as he remembers something, he even stops mid-chew
"Oh god, what does that mean?!?"
"She told me that they're going home"
"Home?!? Where?!?"
"She doesn't say, dude, they're college students, I think they're just here for it"
Eddie's eyes became glassy as he goes down and sat on the floor
Jeff slowly turns his head to Gareth with a face "Are you seeing this?!?"
"My life is over"
The line alone grabbed the both men's attention to him
"It's over, I'm finished!" He throws his hands up as he runs his palms through his face
Jeff squatted down in front of him as he hesitates at first but went it with it anyways as he placed his palm over his shoulder
"What happened?"
"She changed the game, Jeff"
"Ah" he shows a knowing look to Eddie making him huffed as rocks back and forth
Whining as to why you left all so sudden?!?
But, he knew you'll left sooner or later but not like this?!?
He has literally no idea where you from, he doesn't have any single contact that he can reach you, the worst fact is that
He doesn't even know where you are
Do you think of him like this?
Did you like him? Or was it just a one-night stand with you?
Do you also hope that you both shared the same feelings like as he did?
Do you wonder what he was doing after last night?
3 weeks had passed
A frown is evident on your face, but, sure, you already knew the moment you stepped on that line, you shouldn't be surprised when tabloids and it's all over the news about the headline
"A player rockstar"
You we're elated with him and your mind won't shut up thinking about him all the time ever since that night
It couldn't get any worse when you overheard other people talking about him, the radio, the television, the posters that are smacked every inch of the building you passed through, the billboards you saw, he is everywhere, everywhere you go, everywhere you went, even if you're so far away from him now, you can't never avoid him if you try
A part of you hoped and wished that he somehow also felt what you feel for him
You cursed through your breath when you forgot to left a phone number but you trash that idea since
He never asked for it
So, you left
"You wonder where he is now, huh?"
"Hmm?" You say as you play with his sunglasses that he gave to you
"Don't play coy with me, you know who I'm talking about" she saids as she takes a sip from her coffee
"He's probably with someone else now"
She scoffs as she leans down to narrow her eyes at you "Well, the people say he might be a player but you know all of this junk is false, you know they twist their words to make it sell, right?" She throws the clippings away from you as you released a deep sigh
A hope in your eyes are noticable as she smiles softly at you "How about you and Gareth?"
"We're doing great but we decided to take things slowly for a while, I took your advice"
"No, I shouldn't said anything"
"But I'm glad you did and you we're right"
You tug up a small smile on the corners of your mouth
"This isn't about me, it's about you, I may not knew Eddie that a lot but when he lets you hold him and didn't want you to stop to care for him? He is so madly in love with you"
"There you go again feeding my delusions"
"Look, I'm serious, just listen, Eddie loves you and you'll thank me later"
You let out a small chuckle "Okay, Alexis"
"There's someone for you at the phone" Jeff went into the studio room as he watches his friend tuning his guitar
"Who?" He asks
"Elizabeth?"
Oh
Oh, he remembers her all right, but he cringed as he looks at his friend as he slowly stands up and placed his guitar on the stand as he whispers
"Tell her that I am not home"
"Well, I'll be damned, that's the 4th girl that you just dismissed!" Gareth throws the music sheets as it flies everywhere making a mess as Eddie glares at him
"I don't want them in my life anymore"
Jeff studies his friend as he realizes that he is sooooo determined to see you again, if only, he can see you again
He knows that his friend won't stand for it, he won't stay still, he ain't gonna calm down until he reunites with you again
"Right, so, you just met some girl-"
"He is not some girl, Gareth"
Gareth knows he is already pissed, so, he held his hand up in surrender
The phone rings again and Eddie thinks it's the most annoying sound ever as the ringing tone bleeds through his ear
He stands up fast as he yanks the phone wire ending up breaking it as his friend's watches in shock as he threw the telephone across the room
"W-Why did you do that?!? That could be important!" Jeff walks over to the destroyed telephone as he goes to the kitchen awaiting for the next ring and Eddie is about to- but he stops him by holding his chest
He picks it up as he answers, "Hello?"
Jeff pinches his nose bridge as he grimaces at Eddie who is now wearing a smug look on his face
"Well?"
"It's Josephine"
Jeff is about to end the call but Eddie snatches the phone as he spoke
"Hello, dear, I'm sorry but stop trying to call me, Goodbye, don't ever call me again" he slams the phone back on its place
His voice is still remains the softness but it's firm dictating the words very clearly
Jeff raises his eyebrows he thought he'll screech at the young woman over the telephone but he didn't, he just politely declined whatever the girl wants
"Dude, look at him! Not a fucking single regret on his eyes" Gareth gestures his hands as he points out to Eddie
"I'm gonna throw out any phone if someone else tries to call me again, there's no player in me anymore, a-and it was dead ages ago!"
"But the media still thinks that you are" Gareth snorts but Jeff pokes his stomach with his elbow
"That's all some crap that they made up"
"What makes you think she'll believe you?"
"What?"
"If you ever encountered her again"
"Then I'll say the truth and that's the only night that I ever slept with someone for so long and I wouldn't join anyone in a bed or in a freaking house that isn't her"
Jeff nods along with a enigmatic smile on his face as Eddie shakes his head at him but he smiles
"I also wonder Alexis been doing, I haven't talked to her for a month?"
"Didn't you say they lived in a province? Or like a small cities?"
"Yeah? They could be everywhere in the world?!? I think she forgots to mention the name of their town, but wait- I think I saw her I.D hanging around her neck once, I took a glimpse on it"
Gareth pulls his brows together as he tries to remember the memory
Jeff and Eddie looks at him waiting for the anticipated answer
"Indiana? I don't know what part in Indiana?"
Eddie claps both of his hands, "we should make a tour over there and convinced our manager to make it happen"
"Why didn't you say this before?"
"Hey, Don't take this on me! I only just remembered it! y'all should be thankful that I can recall it"
The phone rings once again and Eddie is ready to yeeted it out of the window
Both of the men panicked as they rushed to Eddie to stop him by breaking another phone
"No- Eddie!"
"Stop!"
The boys we're surprised that their idea is acceptable
They toured on every part in Indiana, even he needs to rest and he needs to sleep but every show they did before and after, he never stopped looking for you anywhere
He has turned the whole places of Indiana upside down just to look for you
He finds nothing
No, sign of you anywhere
But, he's not giving up hope, he would rather die just to be with someone who isn't you
He would never ever date or marry someone else that isn't you
Eddie is now starting think that you might be not a human being after all, maybe, you're just this angel that came down or even a magical entity that came into his life and that's why you disappeared all of the sudden
He thanks himself for being so attentive with your friend Alexis as she talks about you to him before, you sounded so wonderful with her stories but meeting you in person? It's more fantastic
He went every record store in the place, he grows sadder when some other places didn't have any, he knew that you liked his vinyl collection, so, he supposed that somehow you we're there looking at the records
But as always the result is none
He is rooting for the last place that they'll visit
Even you don't want him anymore, he'll still be happy just to see you again for one last time
A bunch of youngsters are awestruck of the café that you and Alexis usual spot to hang out
"Do the people of Hawkins just finally realized that the coffee is good there or what?" Alexis says as she clutches her purse tightly as you both approach a sea of people
"What are they screaming about?"
Some adults overheard you as they replied "A rock band just visited our town are having a show at Hawkins High"
Your eyes light up of what you just heard "A rock band? Really?"
"Oh my god, me and my bestfriend went there to highschool together!"
"We have to grab a coffee, first, Alexis"
"I already feel so energized! I wonder who it is"
You murmur "Excuse me! We're passing through"
You both finally made it inside as you take your orders
Unbeknownst to you, a certain man on the other side is also drinking coffee
That's where all the noise coming from
A familiar laughter shoots through his core, oh boy, he felt weak in the knees as he heard it again
Despite the crowd being so loud, he still heard it
He thought was only hallucinating but he heard it yet again
Eddie turns around almost drops his cup of coffee as he shakily breathes
There you are with Alexis as you're about to leave as you take your coffee and a small paper bag
But, as soon as he gets up, the people are starting to get frenzy as the bodyguards couldn't handle the situation
He is stuck with all of the fans surrounding him
God, he is like fighting with his life at this very moment
He tries to walk ahead but no to avail as many people are dying to get close to him
Jeff and Gareth are politely telling people to give them personal space and to back off
They both follow their friends gaze as Jeff put hands over his head as Gareth eyes softens that he saw his girl again
"Please, don't leave!" He yells as he puts his hands on either side of his mouth as he shouts for your name
Making the crowd went completely silent, the rest of the people follow where he's staring at as you can hear the distant whispering
You froze as you stop your tracks to that voice
The voice that you thought you couldn't hear again
"They're here, I-I can't believe it!" Alexis sobbed as he saw Gareth who is teary-eyed
Eddie finally made his way over to you slowly as the people watch him, you're just about to turn around to face him
The second you looked at his eyes, your body shook that you can swear that Eddie can see it that you're nervous and confused
There's a unreadable expression on his eyes that you've never seen before
Maybe, you avoid yourself for letting him in, for staying in denial
But, the truth is, you still love him
"Hey, sweetheart, it feels so nice to finally see you again" He breathy laughs as he pulls up wide smile as his eyes goes all over your face
Your hair is different, shaggy haircut but still long, you're wearing a baggy long sleeve shirt as he can see the peek of your sports bra strap and denim skirt, a pair of sneakers but as always, you looked prettier on every kind of style
He had some changes too, I mean- he is always stylish but you didn't expect him to be even more confident, he wore a freaking mesh tee that you can see through his tattoos, he is so insane for wearing it and leather pants with boots
All you wanted to do is to throw yourself at him but you have a respect for yourself
You don't want him to give the satisfaction that he wants, so, you remained the wall that you build up
"Hello" you nod as you plastered a fake smile
His expression changes as he saw that you weren't pleased to see him again
But, then again, of course, why would you be happy
"Fucking tabloids" he thinks to himself
The swarming fans went wild as they tried to get to Eddie
Eddie jerks his head at the backdoor as you turn your head at it even you think if this was a bad idea to let him get into you again
Still, you want him to talk
The bodyguards blocked the way, so, both of you can have a privacy, you heard the people talking about you
"Who is the mystery girl?" As they all say
Alexis gave you an encouraging smile and a hug before she left you with him
She glares at Eddie who swallowed nervously
He tails behind your back as you went outside, he closes the door blurring out all the noise inside
He doesn't even know where to start as you wrap your arms around yourself ducking your head down, his hands are itching to touch you
"Uh, how are you?"
"I've been good" you lie, you missed him
He nods but if this painfully short conversation ends up like shit, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself, so-
"After that night" he brings it up, you get tensed as you look at his hopeful eyes
"I-I think I'm in love you" he said without a single trace of doubt on his voice
Your eyes are glistening to his confession but you take a step back at him as you slowly shake your head
"Eddie, y-you have a quite a reputation" you laugh in disbelief as you tried not to breakdown and cry Infront of him
Does that mean he felt the same way? Like you did?
He knows what you mean by that and he is never proud of it
He doesn't have anyone who looked at him in the way that you looked at him
They only want him because of his rockstar personality but you?
You're aware that he's a big artist in the industry but you treated him like he always wanted to be treated
Is to feel seen and you just interacted him not only he felt the connection but also spiritually
Meeting you was the best refreshing moments of his life
"That's all the in past now, please, I need you and I want you, can you just listen what I have to say?!"
"Are you doing this because you're already tired all of the girls that you have? Am I going to be one of them? No-"
"I tried to forget about you!"
He curses himself when he saw the hurt expression on your face
"I tried, I really really tried, I woke up in that morning and I don't even know what you did to me! I can't seem to get you out of my head!" He takes a step closer to you
"After that night, I don't know what to do with myself like how am I going to see you again?!"
That's how much he misses you? the tears well up in your eyes
Your chest tightens as he moves closer to you as he held both of your forearms
"I woke up every single morning and you're the only one who runs through my mind" he says to you very softly, a voice sounds so small and vulnerable
He cradles your cheek as swipes the fallen tear that runs down
You still haven't responded to him as he kept on going
"I'll give whatever you want, just say something, whatever you need, I'm going to give it to you and I guarantee that you'll be happy and I won't ever make you cry and feel hurt, we'll be together" he pauses as whispers the last line
"I-If that's what you want, if you'll have me" he rests his forehead against yours
"W-What a-about the girls?"
"Those days are over, baby, I only want you nothing more"
You quietly sniffle to his another confession as you look straight into his eyes
"And even you don't want me, I'll fucking die alone"
"Eddie- I"
"Also that night, I've never been with anyone else for so long that it feels like an eternity but when I met you, god, you change me, you put me on like I've never felt before and I still need more, I need you and I want you in my life permanently!"
It's true, his eyes fixed on you as he gauges for your reaction and verdict
"Sweetheart, I-"
You slam your lips over to his as he hums while kissing you back
Gosh, you both missed this
He cuts it off as he furrow his brows at you, looking at you in confusion
"Is that a yes?"
You let the happy tears fall as you hug him "Yes, Eddie, I love you"
You embraced him as you bury your face on his neck as you stand on your tippy toes
He sighs of relief as he carries you and circles you around as he pulls you back to kiss you once again
"I love you too so much" he says as you finally saw the glint of adoration on his eyes that you're terrified to see before
This time, he won't be worry not seeing you again
Because you'll stay forever with him on his side
Like you always wanted in the first place <3
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I opened up my requests for Eddie thinking I'd get a couple, but honestly, I look forward to checking in the morning to see if more request have trickled in. I'm glad that people see my little corner of the internet and think it's safe to express themselves.
I know it's been an influx for male reader requests and I hope I'm doing then justice.
If you see this and want to request, please do! I'm happy to do what I can to create a space for you too.
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How Long, pt 2
pt 1 pt3
Eddie Munson x reader; gender neutral, sweetheart used once, implied femme reader in pt 3
Reader is struggling with suppressing their feelings for their best friend Eddie. Turns out, he is too.
Will they/won't they, pining, fluff, besties but could be more dynamic, brief language
3.4k words
With every interaction you had with your best friend Eddie, it got more difficult. As far as you were aware, Eddie had no chip in this nonexistent game that still managed to drive you insane with want, but, by god, you were going to make sure he didn't know. You spent so much time making yourself impervious, or at least trying to seem unaffected by Eddie. Thoughts of how it wasn't fair to him because he didn't pursue you, didn't want these feelings from you flooded your brain and choked out everything else, until you were left feeling frazzled and ashamed of yourself with frustrated tears running down your face to show for it when it got to be too much.
How could you let it get this far? How long were you going to be able to keep it up?
What you didn't know, though, was that he was struggling almost just as much, and everything almost, finally, bubbled over that weekend.
The late Saturday afternoon air was humid, but there was a lovely breeze that blew through the trees around the lake and kept the heat mostly at bay. Eddie had picked you up and driven out to the wooded spot after Corroded Coffin practice as a way to occupy yourselves while Wayne got some much-needed sleep before he left for his shift. You had been walking around aimlessly, enjoying the fresh air and the rustling of the trees until you heard an unfamiliar tune coming from the back of Eddie's van. That's new, you thought. A smile crept across your lips the more you listened to it.
"Umm. . ." you started, breaking into Eddie's line of vision from around the side of the vehicle. Your eyes connected to his immediately, which made your stomach drop, but you recovered quickly. "What the hell is that?"
Eddie, who was lounged against the inside of his van, was strumming the mystery song on his acoustic guitar. He had been waiting for you to pop into view from around the van, not wanting to miss your reaction to hearing a snippet of the new song he and the rest of Corroded Coffin had been working on lately. Eddie's eyes sparkled with mischievous satisfaction and he smiled at you as you leaned against the bumper and waited for his response.
"That," he let the word hang the air, "is a surprise." He strummed harshly four times for dramatic emphasis.
"A surprise?" you repeated with a huffed laugh at his antics, but your interest was highly piqued. He winked in confirmation and started to lazily strum the strings again, lending some soft background music as he played nothing in particular this time. "Is that why I haven't been allowed at any of the Corroded Coffin practices?"
Eddie feigned insult with a gasp and strummed another harsh note. "You know I forgot to pick you up."
Your eyebrows shot up. "Consistently? For three weeks in a row, Eddie? Never missed a session before then." You shoved his foot that stuck out past the bumper.
Eddie laughed to himself and said, "At least you still have Tuesdays."
"Yeah, until you forget," you shot back at him with small smile. He was your ride to The Hideout, after all.
Eddie mirrored the smile as his gaze lingered on you. "I would never," he commented, closing his eyes.
The peaceful sound that flowed from his guitar as he started to play again highly contrasted the fact that he looked like pure sin. His thighs were spread to support and accomodate the guitar and his chin was tilted up slightly with his head leaned against the wall of the van. A cloud of curly hair framed his pretty face and sculpted neck, which your eyes followed down to his toned arms that cascaded from the raw edges of the cutoff sleeves of his band tee. His hand rippled as his ring-clad fingers moved deftly among the strings. And those half-lidded chocolate brown eyes that were suddenly back on you--
"That's pretty," you said smally, trying to keep yourself from literally whimpering at the sight and ignore how lightheaded you felt as your stomach twisted.
"Yeah?" His eyes were soft, but his smile was softer. You're pretty danced dangerously on his tongue, especially with the rosy tint on your skin that he chalked to the slight heat, but he choked the words back and resigned himself to watching how you soaked up what he was playing. Then he got cheeky and started to play the new song again, seeing if you would catch on.
Which you totally did, judging by the way he saw your body tense. Eddie immediately stopped playing it again and gave a sympathetic laugh that was completely devoid of genuine apology when your face dropped in disappointment.
You shoved his foot again and said, "You're ridiculous," as you looked away from him, unable to hold his gaze that seemed overly fond at the moment, but, surely, you were just imagining things. A deep breath filled your lungs in an attempt to tamp down the butterflies in your stomach, remaining propped against the bumper for a few more moments, but then you started to move toward Eddie.
You needed to sit down, to face away from him.
His head lifted up immediately in response to your slight advance, and his breathing hitched. You heard the cadence of his fingers falter briefly, but you kept your eyes down, so you didn't see how his eyes burned with anticipation as you grew closer, nor how his mouth fell open slightly when you tapped the side of his leg to get him to pick his leg up so you could sit in the back of the van.
Eddie pulled up his leg, and you jumped up, got situated, then motioned for him to bring his leg back down across your lap after a beat. Eddie obliged, mind racing with what any of this meant. Did it mean anything? He held his breath and squeezed the neck of his guitar as you adjusted his leg.
It was a good thing you had so much practice at feigning calmness, because you were absolutely screaming on the inside. You just wanted to sit down but not force him to scrunch up, but you had willingly invited his damn leg to lay across your thighs. Although Eddie was a physical person, you were not, so this was new territory for both, and you were almost second guessing it. His weight on you felt so ni -- no, don't think about that. "Is that comfortable?" you asked.
Eddie didn't trust himself to use words, so he just mhmm'd as casually as he could. You gave him a little smile which he returned, then you panned back out toward the lake, usnure what to do with your hands. You leaned your weight one on and settled your other forearm on his shin with your fingers absentmindedly twirling his shoelaces to give yourself something kinetic to focus on. Your heart hammered in your chest.
Eddie gingerly let out the breath that he was holding in and leaned his head against the wall of the van again. His eyes squeezed shut briefly, trying to ignore the tingle of electricity that shot up his leg with every slight movement your arm made against his denim-clad shin as you toyed with the strings. He swallowed thickly and started strumming a tried and true tune that helped him occupy his thoughts.
"Any chance of an encore of the surprise?" you asked after a while, still looking toward the lake.
He huffed out a laugh. "You already got one. That's it."
"No?"
"Uhn-uh."
"I'll buy you pizza," you offered. You looked over at him and saw the he was resolute with a head shake, despite how amused he looked. "And ice cream," you further tempted with a proud, pointed look.
"And ice cream?" he repeated with playful awe. You smiled and nodded. "Trying to buy me. . ." he said in a low, sly voice with a smirk.
"Is it working?"
His eyes glittered as he considered it, and you stared him down confidently this time as you waited for his response. Then he, one dry swallow later that you didn't register, yielded: "Alright."
You perked up. "Yeah?" You didn't expect him to give in, but he nodded.
Eddie made a big show of resituating himself, rolling his shoulders, wiggling his fingers over the strings, sqinting his eyes barely an inch from the neck in exaggerated concentration in how his fingers were placed on the frets. It was ridiculous, and you told him as much with a playful slap to his shin as you chuckled at him.
He chuckled too, and said, "Okay, okay. Ready?" The way you nodded eagerly, face bright with anticipation, almost knocked the breath out of him, and his stomach dropped with nervousness. You thought you saw him check out for a split second, eyes glazed over, but it vanished after you blinked. He smiled to himself then his hand came down and delivered all of five notes before his hand snuffed out the strings and he snapped up with a straight face and said, "I'm feeling pepperoni and chocolate."
Your eyes and mouth blew wide and you shrieked, "Are you kidding me right now?!" The nerve.
He stifled a laugh with a snort.
"Oh, absolutely not, Eddie!" you cried out in incredulously through laughter.
"A deal's a deal, sweetheart," he insisted, trying to play off how enthralled he was by your reaction.
"Oh, okay," you huffed out in disbelief, as you pushed his leg off of your lap. "You're getting freezer pizza and off-brand ice cream for that." You hopped down and gave him another incredulous look as you walked by him and rounded the side of the van. Seconds later, you pulled the driver side door open and climbed in.
"Wait, right now?" Eddie asked, head snapping towards the front of the van as he scrambled up.
You could see him in the rear view mirror after you adjusted it. "Yeah, and I'm driving as further punishment. Gimme your keys."
He broke into a huge grin. "Somebody call Flo, I'm being vanjacked," he teased with mock alarm as he got the guitar cased and secured.
You snorted, thinking about how Ms. Florence at the police office would react to that, then you leaned back against the seat. "Off-brand frozen yogurt," you amended right before he shut the back of the van. He yanked the passenger door open, face bright with excitement, and huffed out, "Is that even worth it?" as he climbed in.
"Not at all," you yielded through a laugh, willfully ignoring how his bare arm flexed as he pulled himself into the seat. "Hand 'em over," you said as you grabbed at him for the keys.
Eddie took them out of his pocket and made to give them to you, but pulled back when you moved to take them, saying, "Ah-ah, be gentle with her."
You rolled your eyes, took the keys, and brought the vehicle to life with speakers loudly picking up where they left off. With one last grinning exchange, you were off.
In no time, you found yourselves in front of the freezers at the store. With the pizza secured in your hand, you and Eddie moved on to the ice cream section and grabbed a container of the sanctioned dessert.
"Oh no, Eddie," you said, physically reacting to the sudden wave of affection and guilt that washed over you with your hand above the crook of his bare arm to stop him. "Put that back, I was just kidding." You couldn't really do that to him, and you honestly didn't want to pay money for that.
He gave you a confused look. "What, you don't want to bask in the glory that is --" he squinted at the label, "-- artificially-flavored frozen yogurt? It's fat free," he emphasized like it was height of decadence.
"No, put that abomination back," you laughed, then clarified, "Get what you want." His eyes were big and pretty in the harsh lights of the grocery store, and he let the door clack shut and moved on to the next one. When his hand extended toward the door to the store brand ice cream, another pang hit you, and his cutoff sleeves were definitely not helping the situation. Before he could even wrap his fingers around the handle fully, you cut in again with a soft voice, "Eddie." His ears burned bright red under his hair and a chill shot through him at the way you said his name. No, it was definitely because of the cold air from the freezers. "Get what you want," you repeated sincerely, acting like you didn't notice how his arm flexed as he squeezed the handle.
"What I want."
"Anything, doesn't matter."
Eddie searched your face for a beat. "You sure?" he pressed, and you nodded, telling him emphatically, "Hundred percent." He moved on to the next door, and you took advantage of his being occupied to shuffle your stance and privately mouth an affected jesus to yourself.
Eddie pulled out a container out with a smirk and showed it to you: chocolate with brownie chunks. That was your favorite. "What you want, Eddie," you insisted with slight exasperation.
"It is what I want." There was a shadow of something different that flickered in his eyes, but it was gone as soon as it came. You blushed under his warm gaze, though, your body feeling extra hot in contrast to the cold air that lingered around the freezers.
"You sure?"
His smirk grew wider, and he parroted, "Hundred percent," as he let the door clack shut and moved down the isle, not giving any room to argue. You followed after with an unconvinced mhmm as the two of you made your way to the checkout. You put the pizza on the counter and grabbed the ice cream from him with an exasperated but amused "stop," because he wouldn't hand it over to you willingly when you motioned for it. He just chuckled then blushed and cleared his throat when he caught the cocked eyebrow from the cashier. You were oblivious as you paid and grabbed the bag, which he took from you on the way out.
The brief flurry of movement that erupted in the small kitchen of the Munsons' trailer yielded a hello/goodbye combo to Wayne and the unpacking of a very disappointing-looking, slightly defrosted pizza that you slid onto a pan as Eddie turned on the oven. A laugh got caught in his throat when he saw it: cheese was almost completely missing on one part, and there were maybe six little pepperonis splattered on it. Your own attempts not to laugh at it fell fruitless when he remarked, "Wow. We should've just ordered a pizza."
"Five notes, Eddie," you reminded him as you moved to put the ice cream in the freezer. "You gave me five n--" You jumped when his hand suddenly collided with the freezer door, making it snap shut. His hand stayed pressed against the door as you turned your head to look at him and registered just how close he was. He met your befuddled gaze with a blank face that slowly morphed into a small smirk, and his eyes--
"It's gonna melt," you warned, trying to pull it open again, but his hold was firm.
"I think it's a dessert first kind of night," Eddie said in a low tone that completely caught you off guard and left you weak as it resonated through your whole being. He faded into your peripheral vision as his other arm came around your other side, and you could feel the warmth from his body on your back as he ghosted around you. The temptation to lean back and melt into him was almost unbearable, and you prayed that he would just wrap his stupid, bare arms around you and end your madness. But he took the container from your grasp and moved away. Your body was buzzing, and you found that your hands were shaking when you loosened your grip on the handle and turned around. Thankfully, Eddie had his back to you, busy getting out plates for the pizza and a couple of spoons. You flexed and shook your hands as you moved to the other side of the counter and sat down on one of the bar stools, hoping you didn't look as dazed as you felt.
Eddie pried the ice cream open, set it between the two of you, handed you a spoon, then leaned forward on the counter with a smile as he held his spoon up. You willfully ignored, yet again, how his muscles looked and smiled back at him as you closed the gap to clink the back of your spoon to his, then you both dug in.
Your hand shot to your mouth as you tried not to choke on your first spoonful when Eddie moaned as he took his first bite, visibly wilting as he savored it, saying, "Oh my god, that's so good." He was right: it was really good. If the spoon you held had been plastic, though, it would've shattered in your grip.
"What do you think?" Eddie asked, halfway through his second bite. His eyes locked on the movement of your spoon as you brought your second to your lips and took another bite. You nodded with approval and sagged slightly in blissful defeat saying, "It's so good." His eyes shot up to yours. "And you were really going to get the frozen yogurt."
He cleared his throat and shrugged, taking another bite. "I was carrying out my sentence."
"It would've been fitting," you said seriously. "I couldn't do that to you, though."
Eddie shifted and smirked, watching you take another bite. "Don't tell me you have a soft spot for me."
Your movement stuttered at his teasing yet still accusing tone, and you huffed out a clipped laugh as you flipped the spoon in your mouth subconsciously, mind racing with hopes that he wouldn't go down that road. His eyes glittered as you pulled your spoon out past your lips slowly, but not intentionally. Never intentionally.
And yet, you did, and it was all he could see.
The light was already low in the kitchen, but Eddie's pupils were completely blown when you looked back at him. Had they been like that before? They snapped back up to your eyes, and you felt like you were floating out of your body, unable to look away from him as you chewed slowly on the piece of brownie you had gotten. The fact that he was completely enraptured by you was something your brain refused to comprehend, along with the clench in his jaw and the grip on his spoon. Was the hum of electricity always that loud or was it in your head?
Eddie blinked, steeled himself, and started to say your name, but the beep from the oven made you both jump.
Just like that, the moment passed.
Eddie's spoon clattered onto the counter as he straightened up with a humorless laugh. He picked up the pan and put the pizza in the oven. "Can't wait for that," he said dryly, timer set.
"Yeah, the ice cream might have that beat." You winced at how your voice slightly unsteady and cleared your throat.
"No question," he breathed out, his eyes dropping down to your lips for split second as he moved back toward his spot. He leaned back on the counter and went in for another spoonful. "I might have to dip into my stash to make that thing taste good."
You breathed out a laugh, letting it mask the nerves you were feeling, because what the fuck was all of that that just happened?
The pizza ended up being much better than it looked, thankfully, and you two laughed over it as you ate it. Eddie walked you through where Hellfire was on the current campaign and talked about Corroded Coffin, since you hadn't been at the practices. He promised that the next show would be a good one, and you couldn't help but notice that he was both excited and nervous about it.
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Reality & Fantasy
pt.1
eddie munson x sinclair!reader
a/n: i just want to let everyone know that depending on how i’m feeling this is about to be a slow burn. the fire will not be lit for a bit maybe we’ll see what’s up. also they hate eachother if you hate it when people hate eachother get away right now.
It was a couple of days before the start of spring break. The final championship game was the friday before the end of school and the cheer and basketball team have been working hard this season.
you stood in front of your vanity in a pink shorts and blazer set with a ruffle collar white shirt. as you dabbed on some pink lipstick the yelling of your siblings invaded your ears.
“y/n! hurry up!” erica and lucas yelled.
“can you give me a second. jesus.” you responded.
you grabbed your bag, sprayed some perfume on and rushed downstairs to see erica and lucas looking at you with an annoyed expression.
“you were taking forever. now we’re gonna be late.” lucas started
“yeah i had plans before school started. all down the drain because of you.” erica continued.
“I hope you realize that we do not live that far from the school and we all don’t need to go in my car. if you keep complaining about me getting ready you’re walking to school.” you quipped back at them.
you all stood there for a second daring eachother to say something else. until your mom came out of the kitchen.
“if you guys don’t leave now you’re all gonna be late and i really don’t want to deal with attendance today so please stop staring at eachother and go.”
you and your siblings started smiling at eachother and started out the door.
���c’mon nerds lets go”
you all jump in your car and head to school. you asked all the usual questions and just listened to your siblings speak. erica has been getting more into dnd and lucas has been enjoying life on the basketball team even though he’s apart of the hellfire club. which you didn’t have ap articular fondness for since it was run by a man child that can’t seem to graduate, eddie munson. you were concerned that lucas would end up like him, even though you doubt your parents would ever allow that to happen.as you pulled into park a van sped into the space next to you and could only hope it wasn’t the person you though it was.
there he was in all his freakish glory, eddie munson. you couldn’t help but scowl at him as he got out his van. it seemed as if he was moving in slow motion. he went to the back of his van and packed his infamous black tin with his “merchandise”.
“can you stop staring sweetheart your making me nervous”, he said to you as he leaned against his van.
“just so you know i’m looking is disgust”, you contorted your face while you waved lucas and erica away.
“i don’t think so. i think you love looking at me” he walked up to you and leaned down near your face.
you turned away and said, “fuck off munson. fucking freak.” you muttered the last part as you walked towards your best friends chrissy and dionne.
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