#eddie munson x male reader
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The Kissing Booth | E.M x G!N!Reader
Cw: flufffffff, mild angst on Eddie’s part. Smooching. Reader wears lipgloss. No use of pronouns.
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Eddie could not believe this was happening to him.
“Nope, nope, no way, man. Over my dead body-“
“What my boy means is he is grateful he is not being suspended and will graciously accept his punishment of volunteering at the school fair.” Wayne looks at his nephew with a glare in his eyes that Eddie hasn’t seen in a very long time.
“Great, then it’s settled,” Ms. Laughlin, the guidance councillor, smiles.
It was happening. Eddie was being served the most gruesome punishment, and all because he skipped P.E. of all classes.
Eddie Munson was being forced not only to participate in the school fair but to work the kissing booth, of all things.
How on earth would he survive this? Not only would he be the laughingstock of the school, but he would also have to endure the absolute embarrassment of having no one come up to his booth, and he would also have to be forced to participate in extracurricular activities.
“Just wait until Hellfire hears about this boy,” Wayne laughs as he drives him and Eddie back to the trailer.
All Eddie could do was roll his eyes; he could never show his face again.
“You’re not going to believe the rumour I heard today.” Nancy looks at you from over her shoulder. She is sat at your vanity.
“What?” You asked, intrigued, as you got dressed and got ready for tonight’s festivities.
“A little birdy told me that a certain someone is working the kissing booth tonight.” She smirks.
“Who?” You challenge her back.
“Who, what?” Robin walks into the bedroom from the bathroom.
“Nancy knows who is working one of the kissing booths tonight, but who’s telling me” you pout.
“Ohhhhhhhh,” Robin smirks knowingly.
“Oh, not you, too! Come on, who is it!”
Robin and Nancy give one another a nod of the head before Nancy speaks.
“Eddie Munson.”
“Ha ha, very funny; you think I’m going to believe that? How gullible do you think I am?” You snort.
“No, it’s true! Shelly from the student council told me when we were working on the student paper! Instead of detention, this is his punishment, to help out at the fair tonight.” She wiggled her brows at you suggestively.
“Who else’s working it?” You try and ask casually.
Your friends knew about your crush on Eddie. It had been about a month since you confessed to one of your late-night sleepovers.
“Um, I’m not too sure what other guy, but I think Chrissy is working the girl's booth. Nancy shrugged.
“Cool…cool…” you turned to the closet, now faced with a sense of anxiety to find the perfect top.
Eddie was actually dying on the inside. Ten minutes until his “shift” at the booth, and he wanted to book it.
Running away would solve his problems, right? He would much rather be suspended than have to endure this humiliation. This was a cruel and unusual punishment.
He watched from the sidelines as Josh was at the booth currently. He was the senior star quarterback on the football team. Everyone wanted him. He could just see now the long line disbursing once he stood there.
"Hey man, you're up next in 5." Eddie was snapped out of his internal monologue when he felt a hand resting on his shoulder. He wasn't sure how long he had been there stewing with his own thoughts. "Don't worry, it's not all bad. Some customers are cute," Josh smirks.
Oh god. What if he actually had to kiss someone tonight? He hadn’t thought of that option. Like, what if some actually came up? What would he do? Are they expecting tongue?
“You have some gum or something?” He asked quickly before Josh left.
He smirked and tossed him a pack of icy mint.
“Thanks.”
Eddie peaked around the corner to where the booth was set up. The fair was set up on the school football field. There was a small sign that said be back in 5 and no lineup to be seen.
That made Eddie feel a bit better; no one was there. That took some humility out of it.
Before Eddie could back out and run, he felt another hard hand on his shoulder.
“Come on, Munson, your time to shine.” Jeff and Gareth practically dragged Eddie to the booth, kicking and screaming.
“You’re the worst friends ever,” Eddie huffed as they backed away from the booth. Watching him so he won’t run away.
“You can't serve the time and shouldn’t do the crime.” Jeff laughed.
“That’s not-“ Eddie was cut off mid-sentence as he saw Robin and Nancy pushing you towards the booth just like he had been moments ago.
“Don’t make me do this,” you plead with your best friends.
“You have to do it,” “It’s now or never,” “He’s right there. Just have him your ticket and pucker your lisp. It’s not that hard,” Robin and Nancy whispered in your ear as they dragged you towards Eddie.
“You guys, please, I can’t!” You say a bit too loudly as you fight back your friends from pushing you up to the booth.
You can see the look on Eddie’s face as you are pushed up the step of the booth. He looks disappointed? Disgusted? You’re not too sure.
You let out an embarrassing squeal as you stumbled in front of Eddie. “Um hi”
Despite not being well-acquainted with Eddie, you couldn't help but notice him whenever he walked by. You only exchanged a few words in passing and learned about him through your friends. Although you never had the opportunity to spend time together, you found him to be irresistibly charming and incredibly good-looking. Whenever you caught a glimpse of him in the cafeteria, he never failed to bring a smile to your face with his silly antics and infectious laughter.
“Uh hey,” he spoke back, clearly uncomfortable.
“Busy night for you?” You ask, trying to delay the inevitable.
“Uh nope.”
“Good,” you smile; the thought of Eddie kissing anyone else made you want to vomit.
“Good?” He cocks a brow at you. “The thought of nobody wanting to come up to the freak of Hawkins High is good to you?”
“Oh I didn’t mean it like-“
“Why are you even here?”
“Oh- well- I um-"
“No, I get it. You’re just here on a dare, or you lost the bet, right? I really thought better of Nancy and Robin; I thought they were my friends… You know I heard you say you can’t do this. I understand the thought of kissing me is so terrible that-“
You couldn't help but cut off Eddei from his intrusive thoughts. You held his face with both hands and smushed your lips together. The thought of Eddie thinking that about you was far worse than the fear of kissing him.
It wasn't everything you had dreamed of. However, the kiss was still nice. You felt the eruption of butterflies fill your stomach as Eddie deepened this kiss himself. You kissed him until you could no longer breathe. Only then is when you pull away.
“Woah”
“I hope that was okay.” You shy away.
“Yeah.” Eddie sighed as he took you in.
As he gazed upon you, he was struck by how pretty you were, which he had overlooked until now. The sweet aroma of strawberries wafted from you as the strawberry lipgloss lingered on his lips, just below his nose.
“Um, here,” you jut out your hand with the crinkled ticket you hadn't yet paid with.
“Oh no, no, the house,” Eddie said without thinking and that made you giggle.
“Well, I really only bought a ticket for this, so I might as well cash it in.” you flirt.
“Ok, yeah, sure. Two for one.” Eddie took the ticket from your hand and brought it back to cup your cheek before kissing you again.
You could hear the giggles and cheers of your friends from behind you in the distance, but your main focus was on Eddie. His soft, plush lips. His minty taste, the way his soft hair tickled your cheeks.
“Ok, lovebirds, that’s enough.” the supervising teacher returned with an unimpressed huff.
You begrudgingly pulled away, but with a smile nonetheless.
“Can I get your number?” Eddie’s mouth was moving before his brain could catch up.
“Come find us later, lover boy.” Robin giggled while snatching your arm and pulled you away before you could answer.
“Dude!” Gareth clapped his hands, having witnessed the whole thing.
“Maybe we should sign up for this,” Jeff laughed. A little jealous of what he just witnessed.
After you, Eddie didn’t care if he got another customer for the rest of the night. Maybe this whole kissing booth thing wasn’t too bad after all.
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(find the companion ficlet here)
eddie munson x gn!reader (no pronouns, no genital or physical description given aside from having enough hair that someone can grab)
you wake eddie up with a blowjob.
cw: 18+ only. oral (m receiving), somnophilia with no explicit consent given (eddie is happy about it; don't do that in real life). eddie refers to reader as 'baby' and 'sweetheart'. fluffy, sensual smut with no plot.
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The trailer is cold. Frost kisses the edges of the dirt-smudged window in Eddie’s bedroom, and wisps of bitter air leak in through the shoddy seal between frame and wall. Maybe that’s what rouses you – the bite of cold on your nose, enough to make you scrunch your face and turn away from the blue light filtering through the glass. The move smushes your cheek to a splay of Eddie’s ticklish curls. The prickle against your skin makes you too itchy to sink back into the grips of sleep; your consciousness rises up instead, settling behind your eyelids. It doesn’t take long for you to decide to give up and crack your lashes, blinking blearily to clear your vision.
Eddie’s face is inches from yours. His cheek is cast in the cool early-morning glow of the window you turned from, and that light fuzzes soft over his nose and lips flushed pink from sleep. The planes of his face are smooth and relaxed, though even sleep cannot erase all the lines in his skin. They’re evidence of how untamed his living is— laughter at the edges of his eyes, divots of dimples that frame the corners of his mouth, faint scrunch marks between his dark brows. Real, alive, and so utterly beautiful. It’s a rare moment to see him so peaceful, only stolen due to the heaviness of his slumber, and you covet the opportunity to observe him unabashedly. The sight filters into the crevices of your chest, settling into a comforting warmth; if you hadn’t already been swathed in heat from the neck down, you’d still be protected from the cold.
You shift slightly closer to Eddie, close enough that your belly brushes against the cotton of his shirt where your own has ridden up in your mid-sleep writhing. He doesn’t twitch, doesn’t even stir, and you smile as that fact fills you with more affection than could be explained away should you be questioned about it. Why is everything he does so endearing to you? Because he’s Eddie, you suppose, and that’s enough. Moved by that feeling, you hook your arm around the curve of his slender waist, pressing your palm between his bony shoulder blades and fanning your fingers to reach as much of him as possible over his t-shirt.
The smallest sign of life then. Without even a flutter of his dense eyelashes, Eddie turns further onto his side, his torso and hips curling towards you as if by instinct even while his arm remains thrown wide, splayed across the sheets, his wrist dangling from the edge of the bed. The arm closest to you is tucked under both of your pillows, bent toward his head, his skull cradled by his own fingers beneath layers of cotton and worn filler. He’s just getting comfortable, you suppose. But incidentally, his shifting stirs the air beneath your heavy blankets, and a waft of scent blooms from the shadowy space your bodies make separating top sheet from mattress.
The smell is all heat and musk, sleep and body. It’s a scent that calls to your own body, stirring the animal that lives in the pit of your stomach. The animal rouses with a languid stretch, attention piqued as you inhale deeply— tang like the edge of sweat, sweet and rich like churned earth and the ghost of rumbled pleasure against your thighs.
Cool light and chilled air become stifled by stagnant darkness as your animal guides you beneath the blanket.
You slip down, seeking blindly with your face. Down, and it brushes against the cotton covering Eddie’s chest; down more, and your nose finds the soft, smooth pudge of his abdomen above his belly button. Down again, and the shirred band of his boxers bumps your chin. The humidity from your breath and the heat from his body are already making your cheeks damp as you nuzzle against the wiry hair that peeks above his boxers, just a taste of the nest that lies inside. The masculine scent of him is stronger here, and Eddie’s thigh twitches sleepily as your now-warm nose buries against him. You thread one arm between his legs and the other over his thigh, hugging his lower half with a contented, blissful hum muffled from his ears beneath the heavy blanket.
It’s a little hard to breathe in here, but you wouldn’t give it up for anything when you get to love on him like this. Even unconscious you know he likes it because his top leg shifts back and his hips bump up, knocking the soft mound beneath the fly of his boxers against your chin. These shifts are slight— tiny, languid movements that would be more purposeful if he were awake, and knowing he’s still asleep makes the animal inside purr. It perks, intrigued by the promise of a new game: pleasuring Eddie without waking him.
Your nuzzling turns to soft, light kisses peppered over the thin material keeping him from you. It doesn’t take long to have him plumping under your lips; you open them wide, fanning him with hot breath through starchy cotton as you gain satisfaction by fitting them sideways over the width of his length and sucking lightly. You can only taste dry cotton and not any of him, but it has the desired effect: Eddie’s abdomen tenses briefly, and when he relaxes again, his cock has fully stiffened, now ready and waiting for you to free it.
Tingling heat grows between your thighs as you waste no time taking him out. Carefully, you stretch the waistband to prevent it from catching on his head, tucking it down just far enough to keep your treasure exposed. You rest your head on his bush, letting a gentle palm guide his silken hardness against your mouth. There. It’s with a rush of relief and excitement that your lips finally touch Eddie’s skin, and when your tongue snakes out to taste him, you moan quietly in the back of your throat. Another lick, a longer one, and the arm Eddie had thrown wide and let dangle from the edge of his bed shifts down in an arc toward his hip.
You pause for a moment, motionless and listening to see if he’s awakened. After a long moment of still silence, you allow yourself to move again. Your lips drag lightly up his silken, musky skin, seeking the nexus of heat on him; they bump against his spongey, swollen head, and you tent the blanket as you arch up and take his tip into your mouth.
That sweet, earthen tang blooms on your tongue. Spit pools in response, a drooling reply from your animal. You stretch the wet muscle down, seeking the ridge of his head and running it along the underside to earn yourself a twitch. It excites you, spurring you to push down lightly and pull back, letting the wet heat of your mouth slick him up and the drag of your lips make him feel good.
Push and pull, push and pull— with each bob, you love on your man as he sleeps. You get lost in the steady rhythm, attention honed to the feeling of him filling and leaving you, the thrum of the pulsing vein on his cock, the slick you leave behind on his skin, spit slowly crawling toward his base where your fingers are wrapped around him. All is heat, sweat, and friction, wetness and tang, the stretch of your lips and the familiar pinch in your jaw. The delicious labor of bringing your partner pleasure.
You get so lost in Eddie that you nearly bite down when the blanket is suddenly jerked from your head.
Luckily for him, your teeth don’t budge, although you do make a startled noise in the back of your throat. Your first instinct is to suck the rush of fresh air greedily into your lungs through your nose, and then your eyes flick to up Eddie’s face, wide and nearly guilty as if you’ve been caught out. He looks sleepy still— heavy-lidded and hazy, hair wild and knotty, not yet finger-tamed— but his flushed cheeks and the heat in his gaze instantly send a pulse of desire between your legs. You bob down on him further, and his hand comes to cradle the back of your skull, tangling in your hair. When you swirl your tongue, blunt nails scratch against your scalp as his fingertips tighten.
His lips part slightly so he can rasp at you, “Shit, baby. M’I dreamin’?”
“Mm-mm,” you hum, shaking your head minutely and smiling around his cock in your mouth.
A lopsided grin slowly stretches across Eddie’s face as he looks down at you. He asks, sleep hoarse and rumbly and fond, “Well then, wha’d I do to deserve to wake up like this, huh?”
You’re struck, not for the first time, by how much you love him. He’s so handsome it aches— in your chest and in your sex. You pop off him, maintaining eye contact as you lick up his slick cock with the broad flat of your tongue. Eddie groans, breathy and deep, gaze transfixed on you as you murmur, “You just smelled good.”
Eddie huffs a chuckle, amused and disbelieving, and his fingers reflexively tighten against your scalp as you take him in again, resuming a quick, deep pace that has him hissing and his thighs tensing.
Eddie sounds much more awake now as he groans, “Fuck, baby. Keep doin’ that and I’m gonna cum down your throat.” You moan, sucking deep, moving with intent as you keep eye contact with him. And you know by the way Eddie’s plush lips fall open with a rumbling gasp that he got your message:
That’s what I want.
It becomes obvious then that Eddie isn’t holding back anymore, and your loving quickly turns sloppy as he takes the lead. His hips cant up in time with the push of your mouth, and the wide span of his strong fingers cradles the back of your skull, holding you with just enough force to bump his cock further into your throat than you could on your own. His heavy breaths and airy grunts mix with the sound of thick, wet spit and your quiet, garbled moaning, filling the bedroom with wall-to-wall heat that quickly overtakes the chill of the winter morning. The fingers of your right hand clench in Eddie’s boxers, bunching the fabric over his tensed thigh as he holds you in place and fucks up into your mouth. The feeling of his cockhead bullying your soft palate, shy of mean but utterly insistent, makes you burn even hotter yet. Your animal keens and your lower half aches as you hold on obediently, shallowly dipping your head down to meet the thrusting of his hips as Eddie uses you for his pleasure.
Quickly, the evidence of that pleasure builds. It reveals itself to you as his breath turns to harsh little huffs, his fingers scrunch up your hair into his fist at the back of your head, his abdomen ripples and tenses rhythmically under your other hand, which presses there for leverage to keep your stiff neck and shoulders from collapsing. “That’s it, sweetheart. You know just how to take my cock. Makin’ me feel so good.” Eddie rumbles his encouragement between curses and quiet babbling as his movements become taut with desperation. Through the thrumming of your pulse in your ears, you catch bits of what he’s saying— a stream of consciousness mixed with praise and reverence for you and your little mouth. How you’re so wet and soft inside, how you’re perfect for him, how lucky he is to have you under his sheets like this.
You mewl around his thickness as he twitches on your tongue, a quiet, needy sound in the back of your throat that you repeat over and over even while your jaw begins to ache. The pain is distant when you can nearly taste the promise of his spend on the tip of your tongue. You’re ready to drink down each drop of his pleasure as if it sustains you. Maybe it does.
Just one more push and pull and Eddie drops his hips, guiding you down to follow him; you moan when he orgasms as if the knowledge of his pleasure has it rolling over you in waves, too. His elbow grazes the outside of your shoulder as his belly tenses and he crunches up, grunting open-mouthed as his head leaves the pillow. The familiar brine of his cum follows, blooming at the back of your mouth, and Eddie’s grip on your head loosens so you can shift up and settle his tip in the cradle of your tongue. He feeds you with his spend, but also with his vulnerable whimpers and the pink flush that has now spread down his pale chest. He cracks open for you, and you savor each bit he allows you to consume, which is everything. All of him.
As he twitches out the last of his orgasm with your lips wrapped around him, Eddie loosens his hand, shaking your hair from between his fingers so he can knead the back of your neck, firm and fond. You hum, entirely satisfied as he finally melts bonelessly beneath you and his other hand comes around to cradle your jaw. His thumb feathers over your cheekbone as you rest your head on his heaving tummy, letting his softening length slip out of your mouth and flop beside your nose.
In the long moment of recovery that follows, you notice that the blue light from the window has brightened, accompanying the faint trill of the few birds that never left for the season. You kitten-lick the final pearl of cum that beads at his slit, feeling hazy and contented as the chill seeps back in, cooling the sweat on both your bodies. And you don’t move until Eddie does, stretching beneath you in a full-bodied, muscle-quivering, groan-inducing stretch that makes you smile against his bush.
You’re rewarded with one last affectionate head scratch before Eddie sits up abruptly, jostling you on his lap and disturbing your peace.
But that won’t be for long.
Eddie ignores your groaning protest and, with a grunt of effort, he manipulates your boneless body flat to the bed. You bounce slightly as your back meets the mattress, your eyes scrunched at being manhandled until he moves to straddle you— sitting on your pelvis, hovering over you, gracing you with a vision of his rat’s nest of hair and his smug, frisky grin that means he intends to return your favor.
You more than happily accept.
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Eddie had faced a lot of things in his short life. Never had he thought he was so close to dying as he was now.
"...excuse me?"
He was bright red. Something was happening inside of him- a knot that he didn't remember was there had just snapped, and everything within his chest had gone loose. The knot had been made of barbed wire. The bundle had started to tighten when he was a kid: cold, lost and alone. It had tightened the first time someone called him freak. When he heard the first laugh behind his back. It tightened when everybody but him had gotten an invitation for the first big high school party of his generation, and every school dance he hadn't attended. When all his classmates had graduated and he had stayed behind. When he had been called murderer.
Somewhere along the way, he developed the ability to ignore the scratching of the barbed wire against his insides. But now you had taken away the metal, the sharp bits, the tension, and all that was left was relief and open wounds.
There you were, beaming at him, small but infinitely bigger than he felt, all soft and kind, like you hadn't just left a mark deeper than any scar he had.
"Good boy, Eddie. You did amazing."
Good boy.
No one had ever told Eddie he was a good boy. No one had ever said he was good, period.
And now he had you in his bed; your hand caressing his unworthy curls, your taste in his tainted mouth, your... You. He had you.
Eddie was lucky he was already laying, because his knees weakened instantly. His brain- that already had a hard time when your eyes were on him- had stopped working altogether. On the other hand, his heart was going at full speed.
All he could do was let out a strangled whiny noise. The lightnings in his belly grew when he raised on shaky arms and felt his crotch rub against the bed. The fact that he had cum in his pants after hearing that sparked in the back of his mind, less than an afterthought. He moved on top of you and fell in the crook of your neck, body limp, chest shaking.
"Good boy?"
There was this white, warm, big thing inside of him that he didn't know what to do with. Eddie wasn't sure if he felt pain, happiness or tears in his throat.
"The goodest boy."
Eddie made a little noise again and put his arms around your waist, as tight as he could.
"Say it again. Please."
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Imagine getting annoyed at Eddie while he's drunk and he's just like, "but baby :(" while trying to pull u closer ☹️☹️
OMFGGG
“eddie, please. we really need to go to bed.” you said, slightly irritated at him. you didn’t know why he wasn’t already passed out at this point. he’d taken multiple shots of whiskey, was tucked all nice and warm into bed, and you were just trying to sleep.
usually you’d be all for being super close to him, but the alcohol was causing him to be extra giggly and hyperactive tonight. he kept trying to tickle, poke, or find someway to make you laugh. it wasn’t his fault. he just really wanted to make you smile for whatever reason. his brain was foggy, his face and body felt numb, and he couldn’t even make a coherent sentence trying to speak with you.
this was the third or fourth time you’d tried to tuck him in to bed with you. you had tried scratching his back, playing with his hair, and even rubbing his shoulders to help him relax. however, none of it worked, as eddie has his nose pressed right up against you cheek, whining for attention.
“but baby, please”. he basically whimpered to you, wrapping his strong arms around you, pulling you closer. you were beyond annoyed, having an early morning at work the next day. “i love youuuuuuuu.” he whined. you rolled your eyes at the sound. you loved him more than anything, you really did, but you really needed to rest too.
you turned to him, and though it was dark, you still looked in his direction. “eddie, i love you so much. but i really need to sleep. so, please, let’s go to bed.” you pleaded, as you place one more kiss onto his face. he whined, but obliged, leaning into the kiss, before giving you one last tight squeeze and finally starting drifting off.
“i love you, baby” he mumbled, before the sound of his soft snoring filled your ears. you smiled in content, turning to nuzzle your face into his neck, you spoke, “i love you too.” before drifting off yourself.
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ST boys x M!reader | fem aligned + minors dni!
included in order: steve harrington, billy hargrove, jonathan byers, eddie munson, jason carver.
CW: swearing, mention of alcohol, drawings of nsfw content, mention of reader having a dick, cutesy, bad hand writing.
there are no pronouns used to refer to the reader.
a/n: LMAO I LOVE THIS BRUH THIS WAS SO FUN TO MAKE. please excuse my shit handwriting it is very difficult to write with my finger on my phone, but i tried to switch it up to match the boys themselves but idk my handwriting is just bad
steve harrington.
“Is this supposed to convince me?”
“Depends, did it work?”
“Steve, you could’ve just asked me to come over.”
“Oh. But like — did this persuade you at all?”
“No.”
“Noted.”
billy hargrove.
“What the fuck is this.”
“Art, baby.”
“Get out of my face, Billy.”
“Not till you fuck me stupid.”
“You’re already stupid.”
jonathan byers.
“Jonathan, this is the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I’m sure you’ve seen cuter things.”
“Yeah, like you.”
“Y/N.. quit it.”
“But you blush so prettily.”
“Y/N!”
eddie munson.
“Did you draw this?”
“No, an eagle flew through the window, took my pencil, and drew that for me.”
“Well, he did a shit job.”
“Excuse me?!”
jason carver.
“Uh.. what’s on the top?”
“Don’t read that, will you help me?”
“I mean — yeah, I’m just confused about this little part here — “
“Don’t read that!”
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“Hey Ed’s? How many licks do you think it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop?”
“Mm don’t know babe” he mumbles trying to fix the strings on his guitar; he’s been irritated all day. Pent up
“Well.. I’m gonna try and figure it out“ you say, sitting back against the headboard, excited to find out the answer that’s been a mystery for decades
“Mk, g’luck” he replies not really interested
Unwrapping the grape flavored lollipop, tossing the wrapper in the floor eagerly, you set your mind to count every last lick
The taste is so sweet, it’s nostalgic, you haven’t had a sucker in years
1 lick, 2 lick, 3 lick
You lap your tounge all around it, getting every corner, each lick getting sour then sweet in your mouth
You’re louder than you think.
Eddie’s eternally cringing at the sounds, glancing over at you occasionally
25 licks, 26, 27…
You’re so focused on the flavor and the counting, you’re practicing sucking and blowing the damn thing like a cock
Eddie wants to tell you to tone it down but the more you lick, the more hazy and satisfied you feel.
It definitely shows on your face how dedicated to the task; and how concentrated you are
It’s making him horny. Squeezing his cock at the sounds, the way your mouths puckering on the purple candy, staining your lips.. your tongue
87 licks, 88, 89
You’ve been at this for so long, you don’t notice when Eddie sets his guitars down, sliding down his pants, along with his boxers, cock protruding straight up, twitching in anticipation to be touched, he watches you a few more minutes before fisting himself
“Mmm this is soo good, missed eating these as a kid” you practically moan out from the sugary treat, tapping it on your tongue
“Fuck” he whispers to himself, licking his palm in sync with you, getting his dick more slicker for himself to jerk faster and faster
123 licks, 136, 149…
Squeezing his balls with his free hand, precum slipping through his fingers.. he’s so much closer than he thought he’d be
“I’m still goin at it Eddie! Almost at 200 already, sure is getting smaller” you spit out, staring at the candy
“Y-yeah, that’s great baby keep goin, doing so good—“
Keep licking, keep licking, keep licking he says mentally, panting feeling his balls tighten, your drool rolling around the sides of it
“Hm, what was that? You ask looking back at him with puffy, purple wet lips
“Fuck fuck fuck ah shit—
He ejaculates everywhere, landing on the floor, the guitar, the candy wrapper
Your eyes widen at the scene unaware of how this even happened
“W-what the hell what that Eddie?”
“Shut up and keep licking. ”
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What about catching Eddie while he cries? He‘s the type of person to hide his true feelings from others, we all know that (cafeteria scene with Jason, that’s all I’m saying)…there‘s probably no one who knows the real him. The real Eddie. Not even Wayne. Eddie sits in his room late at night, all high or drunk while playing some sad melodies he has written himself when he feels it. He feels how hard it gets to breathe and how his eyes go all blurry. Not every night is like this, most of the time he‘s way too stoned, that he just goes to bed after making himself some "food" (cereal because our poor boy can’t cook). But tonight it’s one of the fucked up nights. The nights where he thinks about how his "father“ left him, his mother died, his grades and the fact that he‘s been trying to graduate since forever now. He feels useless, dumb, like he‘s worth nothing. He can’t even help his poor uncle with the bills and he really tries to help. But the drug deals don’t make enough money to survive. So when he finishes the last few notes of the song he can feel how hot tears start to stream down his face. Everytime this happens he just feels so embarrassed, so pathetic, so sad. No one ever cared for him in that way, he hates to admit it but it breaks his heart. Knowing that there‘s no one who truly understands and accepts him. The real him. Suddenly his bedroom door opens and he never swiped away the tears so fast. He looks to his, now opened, bedroom door and sees…you? It‘s literally 1am, what would you do at his trailer at this time ? Sure, you two of you are best friends for a while now but he doesn’t remember giving you a key for his home. Your eyes meet his and it doesn’t take you long to realize what you‘ve just interrupted. "Oh my god, are you okay?!" You ask and walk over to him, taking his soft hands into yours as soon as you sit in front of him. His eyes lock with yours against, tears filling them insteadly. No one ever asked him if he‘s okay. It‘s a simple question and it breaks his heart. You see how his lips start to wobble a bit, how his cheeks turn red and his tears start to spill. Your arms wrap around him insteadly after you put away his beloved guitar, pulling him in for the softest bit most immediate hug ever. Your hand finds it’s way to his hair and you start to stroke his head slowly.
"It‘s okay Eddie…I‘m here, You’re Safe. I promise"
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Feelin Funny | Eddie Munson
Summary :: Eddie, your drug dealer, comes and picks you up from a party when you smoke something different.
Warnings/Tags :: gn!reader, though nickname sweetheart is used, reader smokes weed, mentions of laced drugs, mentions of drugs obvi
“Eddie?”
The sound of your small, slightly slurred voice over the crackling sound of Eddie’s landline has him fisting at his eyes with little care, trying his best to wake completely to comprehend you.
“Yeah?” His voice is croaky and drenched in sleep, so he clears his throat to repeat himself, “Y/N? You okay?”
He hears a little ruffling and then a loud crack like you’d drop the receiver. He then hears a few shits and fucks, followed by your voice again, a little clearer than last, “Where are you?”
He laughs a little. Obviously, he was at home, you had called his home phone. But then he becomes a little worried, “At home, sweetheart. Why you calling? It’s 1am.”
Not that he had it in him to mind, he welcomed it in fact. He loved when you called, even though it was rare, usually when you wanted to score or when you’d want to come over for something. You were his favourite person he sold drugs to, but a 1am call? That had never happened before.
“I’m at this party,” You mumble through a hiccup, “I smoked something and I…” You trail off and Eddie can feel his heart pickup in its cage.
“What’d you smoke?” Eddie clutches the black telephone cord in his hand, twirling it around his fingers anxiously.
“Jus’ weed.” More hiccuping, “I feel really funny though. Not like usual. Feel dizzy.”
“You drink anything?” Eddie knows all too well what happens if you drink any alcohol before smoking. It was a rule you probably shouldn’t break.
“No,” You mumble a reply, “Can you come get me? I’m r-really tired and the people here are weird.”
Eddie pushes himself up off the wall, wedging the receiver between his ear and shoulder and moves to toe his shoes on, “Where are you, Y/N?”
You ramble off an address as Eddie fishes for his keys from the bowl on the table by the door, cursing when he fumbles and drops them to the floor, "Shit, okay, Y/N. I'll be there in five. Just go find a bathroom and sit down. Okay?"
He hears you mumble something that sounds like okay, before the piercing sound of the hang-up dial tone is ringing down the line. He curses, letting the receiver fall from his hand and weakly spring back towards the wall before he's rushing out to his van.
Eddie arrives on the street you gave him, the party not hard to find throughout the small number of houses cluttering the cul-de-sac. He parks his van, almost halfway up the curb, slamming his door behind him as he stalks up the path.
A range of technicolour lights spew from the house's windows, plastic cups and a discarded deck of cards litter the front lawn and he struggles to hear himself think when he walks through the door. The smell of stale beer and sour tequila welcomes him when he pushes past a group of people in the front hallway. He's thankful that the party is clearly too busy for anyone to question why he's there.
Which allows him to look for you without any interruptions. The first bathroom he stumbles across, you're not there. He's too anxious to find you to even think about what he did find in there, however.
Lucky for him, he finds you in the next. You're sat on the lidded toilet, elbow propped on the basin beside you, head resting in your palm. You're half slumped over, eyes flittering to keep yourself awake.
He walks over to you, kneeling down at your feet, his hands coming to rest on your bare knees. "Hey," Eddie whispers, squeezing the flesh of your thighs.
"Hey," You echo, sitting up against the cold ceramic of the toilet, eyes struggling to stay open. "Eds." You mumble.
Eddie would've found the nickname endearing if the state of you didn't have him a worrying mess, "Can you open your eyes for me, sweetheart?"
You do, a funny smile against your lips. A great juxtaposition to the ghost of a frown across your eyebrows, "Feelin' funny, Eddie." You whine, leaning forward to dip your head under his chin to lean against his chest.
"Did someone give you something? Something that wasn't pot?" Eddie knows you don't take any other drugs. You only ever came to him for weed. He also knows that with the way you're acting, it definitely wasn't from anything milder than that.
"No, only smoked a joint." You hiccup, resting your hands atop his own to squeeze them. He turns them palm up, allowing you to entangle your fingers through his.
Eddie thinks maybe your joint was laced with something. And when you suddenly turn to throw up in the bathtub, a wretched sound erupting from your chest as you splutter and cough. He knows it definitely was.
"Fuck," He murmurs, standing behind you to hold your hair behind your shoulders as you throw up again, gripping the edge of the tub. You wipe at the corner of your mouth, straightening your back to lean back against his thighs.
"You gonna go again?" Eddie asks, tucking your hair behind your ears. Moving to cup your cheeks with his hands, your skin white hot under his touch. He frowns when you shiver against him.
"No," You sniffle. "Can you take me home, Eds?"
"Course." Eddie mumbles, helping you to your feet, arms situated under your armpits as you find your footing against cold black and white tiles. He moves to pinch your nose clean, wiping the mess on his shirt, hooking his arm around your torso to hold you to his side and help you out to his van.
You're slightly staggering when you're moving throughout the house, mumbling something about how thankful you are that your favourite drug dealer has come to help you out. It's only because you're so out of it, and desperately needing his help to stand on two feet, that he fights the urge to walk around the party and find out who gave you the weed in the first place.
When he stops momentarily to look at a guy in the corner of the sitting room with a tin like his, more full of tiny white-powdered bags than it is weed, you're pulling on his pyjama shirt to get him to hurry up.
"Eds, c'mon."
"Yeah, sorry bub."
He finally gets you into his van, clipping you into the passenger seat. He makes sure you're comfortable and as soon as he shuts your door, you're curling up, resting your head against the cold glass of the window.
The trip to your house is thankfully a quick one and when he looks over to see you shivering against the leather of his seat, he's sure to make it even quicker. He's pulling up your drive in record timing, moving around to your door to help you out.
Your footing is much more stable than last as he helps you manoeuvre through your house. Even though it's one you could probably do with your eyes closed, you bump into chairs and bookcases as you beeline for your bedroom. Eddie winces when you bang your hip into a table corner. You, on the other hand, seem to not even feel it. You were sure to in the morning, though.
Eddie steers you up the stairs, holding his breath when you almost lose your balance. He's confused about how you can still stumble around even though he has his arms firmly situated around you.
He finally gets to your room, sitting you firmly down on your bed. You look up at him with droopy eyes and a lopsided smile and he feels his breath catch in his throat, "You okay? Not gonna throw up again?"
"No, feelin' 'bit better." You yawn, fisting at your eyes with little care, "Wanna go to sleep, though."
"Sounds like an idea."
Eddie moves to your dresser, fumbling through drawers to find something that looked like pyjamas. He, himself, usually went for whatever clean shirt he could find and a pair of boxers, but he was sure that wouldn't do for you. He eventually found a pair of shorts and a matching shirt, glancing over his shoulder almost every ten seconds to make sure you were okay and hadn't passed out or fallen off the bed.
He stands back in front of you, clothes extended in his hand, "These do?" He chuckles.
You hum when he hands them to you and then you both pause, seemingly thinking the same thing, "Will you help?"
"Yeah."
He moves to pull your shirt off, not roughly but quick enough to not make you uncomfortable with him manhandling you, half naked and half inebriated. He pulls your pyjama shirt over your head, hair a mess when it ruffles over your face. He moves to brush it from your eyes, smiling when you look up at him over his hands.
He helps you into your pants, laughing when you grip the back of his thighs for purchase, almost falling back into the mattress.
He pulls back your covers and helps you under them, pulling them over your curled-up body. He moves to turn on your lamp and stops when you grab his hand, "Eddie?"
"Yeah?" He turns to look at you. You seem to be feeling better than earlier, though still looked tired. That was a given, he thinks.
"Thank you." You wrinkle your nose, pushing down into your pillow, "For coming to get me. It means a lot, I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't been there."
"Hey, it's no big deal. Call me whenever you need anything. I'm there." He smiles softly, brushing the hair from your face, and thumbing the dark semi-circles under your eyes. He hopes you know what he means, even though you're still a little drowsy. Call me whenever you need anything, weed or not.
You lean into his touch, "I think picking up high customers is well beyond your pay grade." You laugh and he relaxes. Finally, he'd heard that stupidly cute noise for the first time that night. He knows you're definitely feeling better.
"Hey, you're not just some customer. We're friends, right?" He laughs.
"Oh, I'd hope so." You sigh, "You're definitely more than just my favourite drug dealer."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah, favourite hair holder as well." You giggle. He laughs too, a soft, airy noise that makes your eyes flutter closed momentarily.
"You gonna be okay if I leave you here, hm?" Eddie asks.
"You can stay if you want." You smile, and Eddie thinks he can see a glimmer of hope behind your eyes.
"You sure?"
"Sure," You squeeze his hand, "Unless it's too late after hours? Too below your pay grade?" You smile.
"Way above." He laughs, toeing his shoes off at the edge of your bed, "Way, way above."
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Eyeliner | E.M.
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader
Summary: You do Eddie’s eyeliner, straddling him, and your feelings for your best friends start bubbling to the surface.
Word count: 1.4k
Warnings: None that I can think of, let me know if there are!
Author’s note: There aren’t any descriptions of reader, so it can be read as gender neutral reader! Hope you guys enjoy :))
Disclaimer: GIF isn’t mine :))
“So, how does it look?” you ask Eddie, turning around from where you’re sitting on the floor in front of your full length mirror. Eddie is lounging on the bed, humming along to Blondie playing softly from your record player (although he’d never admit to liking Blondie).
You are doing your eyeliner. You have watched a movie with Eddie earlier and someone was wearing black eyeliner and you felt like trying it out.
Eddie stares at your face with an intense gaze. You start to blush. Your face reddens the longer he stares at you and you wonder what he’s thinking about that makes him stare that long.
It’s a dangerous game, being best friends with the guy you’re hopelessly in love with. The two of you have been best friends for five years, ever since you both started high school. These five years consisted of you joining - but not actually ever playing - hellfire meetings, you had designed the logo of both hellfire and corroded coffin, you also were there for every concert. But the two of you hung out much more than that. There were the countless movie nights, where you alternated between who could pick the movies. The record shop outings where you bought each other records. The milkshakes in the diner closest to Eddie’s trailer.
You had figured out you love Eddie two years ago. You were watching him perform during a corroded coffin concert and it all came crashing down on you how much you love him. You’ve never told him though, out of fear of rejection and of ruining your friendship.
“Looks fucking metal!” he exclaims suddenly, realizing that he was staring a tad too long.
You smile bashfully at the compliment.
“I could do yours, too, if you want,” you offer him. You clearly didn’t think it through, though. Because doing Eddie’s eyeliner would mean being really close to him for an extended period of time. Some part of you wishes he would say no, but another, even bigger, part wishes he would say yes.
“Fuck, yeah, please do,” Eddie accepts.
You grab your eyeliner pencil and make your way over to him onto your bed. It’s a queen size bed, so there’s enough space for the both of you to be on it together. You sit cross-legged in front of him.
“Okay, close your eyes and stay very stil,” you command him.
“Sir, yes, sir,” he promises, jokingly saluting.
You delicately place a hand on the top of his head to make sure he keeps his head still and for something for you to lean on. With your other hand, you uncap the eyeliner pencil and very lightly try to line his eyes.
You know your breath is fanning his face and you can feel his on yours. You’re secretly glad that you brushed your teeth earlier, having had a piece of popcorn from watching the movie got stuck in your teeth.
You reposition your eye lining hand multiple times but can’t seem to find a comfortable position. Another position in which you can do his eyeliner comes to mind and a flare of braveness rises in you. You cap the eyeliner.
“Okay, it’s difficult doing your eyeliner like this, could you maybe lay down?” you ask him, slightly timidly. He opens his eyes, shrugs and just lays down on your bed, not knowing what’s to come. He looks at you expectantly, folding his hands behind his head.
You move over to him and throw a leg over his lower stomach, effectively straddling him. His eyes widen in surprise and his lips easily fall into a smirk afterwards. “If you wanted to sit on my lap, you could’ve just asked, you know,” he winks at you.
“Shut up and close your eyes, Munson,” you retort smartly, a beginning blush painting your cheeks. He makes a face at you, but closes his eyes. “Is this okay?” you ask him a few seconds later, to make sure you’re not making him uncomfortable or anything.
“Everything you do is fine, sweetheart,” he answers sweetly, darkening your blush. Luckily his eyes stay closed.
You lean forward so his face is in front of yours. You feel him freeze for a second and then fully relax. You’re a bit overwhelmed with how intimate this feels, but you force yourself to get over it. Then you place one hand on your bed next to his face for you to lean on. Your other hand once again uncaps the eyeliner pencil and you get to work to the eye closest to your hand. You can really trace the line of his lashes very precisely in this position. You cap the eyeliner, switch the hand you lean on and uncap the eyeliner again to work on lining the line of his lashes on his other eye.
When that is finished, you lean back and ask him to open his eyes. He looks up at you with his beautiful bambi-eyes, accentuated prettily by a line on his top lid. Next, you plan on doing his waterline.
“Okay, so now you have to keep your eyes open and look up. I’m going to line your waterline so you really can’t move. Also it can be quite uncomfortable so if it hurts or if you don’t like it, just tell me and we’ll stop.”
“Got it,” is his awfully short and clipped response. For a second you think you’ve made him uncomfortable, but you know that he would tell you if that is the case.
You lean forward again, ask him again to look up and start on the waterline of his left eye. You lean on your left hand that you’ve placed on the bed for support. This feels even more intimate, now that his eyes are open. He looks up, like you’ve instructed, but because your face is so close to his, he can still see you.
When you’re done with his left eye, you switch your hands again and start working on his right eye. When you’re done you cap the eyeliner and throw it next to you.
“Look at me?” you ask / demand.
His eyes snap to yours and your breath hitches in your throat. He looks absolutely gorgeous with eyeliner. You both just stare at each other for a few seconds, him being uncharacteristically quiet.
“You’re beautiful,” you finally whisper and his eyes are gazing deeply into yours, before trailing down to your lips and staying there.
You stay really still, as if he’s a wild animal and you’re afraid to scare him with one wrong move. And then he moves his head to yours, his hands that were still folded under his head finding your waist.
You freeze in anticipation, before you feel his chapped lips on yours and then your whole body is on fire. It only takes you a few moments to reciprocate the kiss, matching his energy enthusiastically. His arms circle around your back, hugging you into the kiss and you gasp in surprise and delight. He uses the opportunity to lick into your mouth, exploring it with his tongue.
The kiss turned full blown make-out comes to a stop when you’re both panting for breath. His mouth moves to your jaw, peppering kisses to it, whispering “you’re beautiful, too” inbetween.
“I love you,” you gasp. The words are out of your mouth before they even registered in your brain. It’s true of course, how could you not love him. He’s been your best friend for five years and you’ve been in love with him for the last two. You just didn’t expect yourself to say it quite yet, it’s not in your nature to put yourself out there like that and make you vulnerable for rejection.
Your heart constricts for a split second when he stops his kiss attack on your jaw and looks up at you, but the look of awe in his eyes is enough to reassure you.
“I love you, too, sweetheart,” he whispers sincerely.
This time it’s you who crashes your lips together. It takes everything in you to not sigh in pure bliss into the kiss.
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A/N: Fun fact, my best friend did my makeup once like this and ever since it has been a part of my bisexual awakening lol. Also, I was thinking of writing something like this for Robin as well, thoughts?
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But the thought of Eddie being so unapproachable and “scary” with everyone else, but when he is with you or talking to you he’s all
“I love you so much my sunshine, baby cakes, *kissy noises * no you hang up” kinda attitude!!!
twirling the phone cord around his finger while talking to you on the phone. One day the the hellfire guys over hear him on the phone not believing their ears bc that cannot be eddie talking?they start mocking him. The second he hangs up he is back to being all macho man again they start mocking him to his face but they start to get scared
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Maybe a part 3 to resilient?
Resilient chapter 3
Eddie Munson x male reader
Stranger things
Warnings: omegaverse, male reader, angst, Omega male reader, implied mpreg, Eddie feels like Dookie
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(sons name) excitedly ate his pancakes, (name) looking fondly at his kid as Hopp drank his coffee while reading the morning paper "so ducky, you are gonna hang out with grandpa today, isn't that fun?" (Name) Gently cleaned the pups face as they moved on to their bacon, extra crispy just like (sons name) liked it.
(Sons name) Looked giddy before glancing at his grandpa "what we doin!?" He asked with an aggressive level of excitement and Hopp chuckled "you gotta see bud" his eyes holding a glimmer of excitement as he finished his coffee "now finish your food"
Eddie stood infront of the apartment door, nerves invading his mind as he hesitated to knock, pulling back when he was about to and pacing slightly in a small circle.
"Stop being a bitch munson... Just knock on the door" he took a deep breath and knocked on the door, waiting anxiously for ten minutes before knocking once more "he's not there" a withered old voice said as Eddie turned to see an elderly woman at the door across the hall "do you know where he went?" Eddie asked anxiously and the woman sighed "moved to his dad's or whatever... Good kid, gonna miss 'em" Eddie thanked the woman and left the building, a shuttered sigh escaping his lips as she toyed with his car keys, thankful that no one really cared about him as he got inside his mustang and just rested his head on the wheel.
"Fuck" he was at Hopps? That was practically a death wish for Eddie... Hopp had zero qualms for shooting people off his property and added bonus of Sheriff... Yeah he wasn't going there.
He drove around town, aimlessly looking for any sign of the Omega as he tried not to let anxiety flood him as well as avoid anyone he may know, especially Robin and Steve... The two were a danger within themselves.
(Name) Was happy as he ended his shift, walking to the local toy store to get his toddler a few gifts as he had a fair more amount to work with now that he didn't pay rent, already having decorations hidden in his closet for the party in just a few weeks.
(Name) Looked at the toys his son would like, large building blocks and paw patrol were big contenders as he looked at his options carefully "I am not getting that... To many parts" parts he and his dad will definitely step on eventually and frankly that's not what they needed.
(Name) Was excited as he left the store with a few bags of toys, giddy he got to splurge on his little sunshine.
He wasn't expecting to lock eyes with Eddie... He always thought of this day... The day he would eventually see him, have something witty to say or maybe be cool and put together and make Eddie regret hurting him like he did...
But all he did was stare, throat tight and body suddenly freezing cold as Eddie looked like a sad puppy "can... Can we talk?" Eddie said softly, (name)s breathing uneven as he felt himself grow dizzy with anxiety... Suddenly he felt like the helpless teen he was almost four years ago.
It was extremely tense as they sat before one another in the back of a small diner, coffees infront of both of them, neither speaking for a solid ten minutes.
"So... You're back" (name) whispered as he fidgeted with his fingers, Eddie wanted so badly to reach out to him but he knew that would be a terrible idea "I am... Wayne showed me the letters... I-I didn't know" (name) just stared at him coldly, anger flooding through him "yet you still did what you did" (name) whispered, voice shaking with anger as he looked Eddie in the eye "never did you think to believe me, to listen to me... But now suddenly I matter? I don't care if you didn't know, I will never forgive you" (name) seethed, a strength rushing through his veins that he didn't know he had and Eddie looked gutted at his words. Good.
"You sent me a cease and desist, I don't understand why you are talking to me since you clearly despsie me" (name) was more confident as he leaned back "after all, I'm just a gold digger and a whore who wants to earn THE Eddie munsons favor again" paraphrasing Eddie and his band mates + parts of the gangs words and Eddie looked like he was killed over and over again "I am so sorry... I'll cancel the cease and desist! I-I just wanted to make amends... Meet my son..."
"You can meet him but know I will never forgive you..." (Name) Said coldly "you can even do a DNA test if you want... Make sure you are actually the father of a whores pup" (name) knew he was the dad, (sons name) was literally a mini Eddie down to his smile but god did he want to rub salt in the wounds.
"I have to go, I have things I need to go do, I'll let you know when he and myself are ready to see you" the Alpha shakily handed (name) his number, he watched as (name) lifted bags up "goodbye, Munson" (name) said coldly and left Eddie in the diner, coffees untouched.
(Name) Rushed to his car, his dad giving him his old truck to drive and drove off, unsure where as he reeled at what just happened, god he was shaking.
He got home, sitting in the driveway as he felt anger and anxiety flow through him, he avoided ANYTHING Eddie related for almost four years and bam! There he was with a shitty apology and god (name) felt like he vindicated his past self for telling off his ex, fuck Eddie Munson frankly.
(Name) Left the toys in the car, unsure if his kid and dad were home, not wanting to risk it as he unlocked the door "YOU HOME!" (sons name) Squealed as he ran towards his dad, (name) smiling as he lifted the pup in his arms "so are you my little firecracker!" (Sons name) Gently bonking his forehead against his dams, having learned cats do it do it was his new favorite thing "how was your day with grandpa?" (Name) Asked as he walked into the kitchen area where he saw cookies and Joyce along with his siblings "what are you two doing here?" He knew Joyce had gone to go see them but... "Mom got us, we can't miss our favorite nephews birth" will said softly and (name) smiled stupidly before looking at his son "they came just to see you!"
When (sons name) went down for his nap, (name) spoke of the meeting with Eddie to his family as he nibbled on a cookie "he apologized to me and all that but god I just wanted to beat him with the mug... How dare he act remorseful when he was so cruel to me" how dare he expect that sympathy and empathy when he denied (name) it all those years ago, (name) crushed the cookie in his hand as he grew more angry, thankfully wearing scent blockers so no one had to smell the death stench of an angry Omega.
"So are you going to let him meet (sons name)?" Joyce would support anything (name) decided as her step son sighed "...I- I will let him meet him but on my terms... I plan on meeting him again and maybe bring Steve when bringing my terms... Everything is about (sons name)s comfort"
(Name) Spent the night putting the terms together, thinking of anything needed.
Then he sent off the text for a meeting to set boundaries with a deep sigh.
He didn't know if he wanted his son to have Eddie in his life but he knew it wasn't fair to his pup... Didn't mean he liked it though.
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eddie munson masturbating in your bathroom
eddie munson x male reader
a/n: yes. im coping. also thanks for the 100+ followers! i’m feeding y’all
cw: nsfw, masturbation, scent kink (?), degradation kink, hints of bondage, edging, exhibition kink, sub bottom eddie, top male reader
there’s no way he’s hard right now.
he sneaked into your house to run away from his problems (school work and detention) and also because he’s bored.
you left him alone in the house to get some snacks, so he wandered around your house, his eyes drifting from your bedroom decorations, clothes, and any other items he could find in plain sight.
it was actually his first time taking a good look in your room. correction: it was his first time being in your home.
as much as he was curious to go through your stuff, he didn’t want to invade your privacy (as if he didn’t just barged into your home uninvited, but we won’t talk about that). he wouldn’t want anyone to go through his stuff too.
falling over face first on your bed, bored out of his mind. his imagination wandered over what it must be like living like you, these scenarios were just daily normal activities, of course. but then he suddenly had a vision of you.
a vision that has you laying down on the same bed he’s lying right now with your legs sprawled out, your clothes are tattered. your lower garments were scrunched down to your knees.
one hand was gripping your aching cock, stroking it up and down to chase your satisfaction, while your other hand was pushing your sweaty hair back to not get in the way of your face.
heavy breaths escaped your mouth as you teased yourself by pulling your dick downwards and letting it bounce to your belly. suddenly, you switched from stroking up and down to gripping your cock head and stroking it by making a circular motion.
you bit your lip as you felt yourself coming nearer and nearer—
and he snapped out of his trance, remembering where he was; blood rushed to his cheeks and forced himself down to your pillow to get some grip.
unfortunately for him, it had the opposite effect. the pillow smelled like you. he imagined how you’d force his head down while fucking his ass— and he realized he went on to his daydreams again, stopping himself before he’d imagined how restricted his body felt against you.
he got up and bolted into your bathroom, he quickly removed his pants along with his underwear and sat on your toilet seat.
he spat on his hand and hesitatingly got to work.
“mmm- fuck…this is nuts, this is absolutely nuts”
he switched to his left hand and twisted his wrist, thinking it was your hand instead.
he closed his eyes and thought about you, what would YOU do to him?
“you should add ‘pervert’ to your name, mr. eddie ‘the freak’.”
“getting hard by just smelling my bed— if i was insane i’d say that was pretty impressive. did i make you horny, baby?”
your (his) hand stops, teasingly running your (his) fingertips under his cock head
“mmm please….m/n, i-“
creak
before he even finished his sentence, he heard a door opening along with the rustle of plastic bags.
‘shit, i forgot i’m still at HIS house.’ he thought as he mentally beat himself up.
“eddie?” you called.
‘oh god, i’m really jerking off in his bathroom. does he jerk off in this bathroom too? no, he doesn’t look like a bathroom kinda guy.’
he heard footsteps coming near the bathroom.
‘fuck! i’m gonna get caught, shit. shit. SHIT’
and with your last step, he came on his hand, biting on his shirt in order to not let a moan out; he didn’t even have a chance to ride out his orgasm as you knocked on the door.
“eddie? you in there?”
“…yeah! i’m taking a big fat dump."
“you need anything? water?”
‘you’ he thought.
“nah, i’m almost finished.”
“alright, i’ll wait in my room.”
as he heard your footsteps getting lighter by second, he sighed and immediately cleaned himself up; getting rid of all of the evidence of him masturbating in YOUR bathroom.
once he had been cleaned up, he went into your room and greeted you back.
“so…mind telling me why you’re sweating like you just ran into a marathon? you want me to turn on the air conditioner?”
“oh yeah–no, i mean— i just took a shit, i was probably constipated” and laughed it off.
you didn’t ask him any further and you both went on with your day (with him not mentioning what happened in your bathroom.)
he went home thinking he pulled it off, opening his trailer and immediately plopping on his bed; rethinking his life choices.
oh but you knew. you definitely knew.
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𝚌𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚠𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜
𝚊/𝚗: 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗! 𝙰𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚢♡
𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜: 𝚓𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚘𝚗, 𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚗
𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚢 @vecnacurse [x]
𝚏𝚎𝚖/𝚏𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍,(𝚜𝚑𝚎/𝚑𝚎𝚛)(𝚜𝚑𝚎/𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢) 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎 & 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝙼𝙻𝙼, 𝙽𝙱𝙼𝙻𝙼, 𝚎𝚝𝚌 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚜, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚒'𝚖 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞♡
𝚓𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 lives for a good cuddle, hes a total cuddle bug it doesn't matter if he's big or little spoon or whatever position yalls are in he is content with whatever. However his favorite cuddles is probably when he's high as a kite curled into you arms, he is in heaven
𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 is the definition of "hold me pls", for him being held makes him feel safe and secure in any position involving him in your arms, doesn't matter if it's you spooning him or him curled up again your chest with your arms wrapped around him. he just feels so happy & safe
𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 surprisingly enough loves being held, being the little spoon for him it's a great source of comfort, especially after any fights with his dad. he usually is laying on your chest or tummy as you watch a movie and run your fingers through his hair.
𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 likes when you facing each other, legs intertwine and wrapped up in each other's arms, he likes he can pretty much have access to your lips wherever he wants a kiss or two vice versa, has a weird habit of just staring at you, admiring you thinking about how grateful he is to have you
𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 loves cuddling doesn't matter the position or place he's down to cuddle pretty much anywhere. though he loves curling up in your arms, and if you run your hand(s) through his hair he's out like a light he's just so content and happy, if he happens to be high he will cling onto like an octopus and not let go at all
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I love your stuff and I've been dying to send in this request for Eddie 🥰 could you do something where he finds his S/O sobbing in the bathroom and just take it from there? I'm sure you'll come up with something wonderful. 😊😊😊
summary: in which Eddie can't find you anywhere during a house party and then finds you sobbing in the second floor bathroom - but for an unexpected and hilarious reason.
tags: Eddie x gn!reader (no pronouns/descripitions), pure fluff, pure hilarity, getting drunk, lots of petnames (sunshine, angel, love), I loved writing this one
☆ word count: 1.2K+ ☆
a/n: ahhh YES I hope I did this justice! btw since you said S/O I made it a gn!reader
⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️
If being at a loud house party filled with people Eddie doesn't recognize isn't enough to get his anxiety acting up, not being able to find your sweet familiar face in the tangles of sweaty bodies on the dance floor is.
You're the one that dragged him here in the first place. Eddie probably would've showed up with a lame present for Steve, had one drink and then left within an hour, but you were insistent on sticking around until "the party dies down." Which, by your standards, is when the red-orange sun is coming over the horizon and the Harrington household's floorboards are indiscernable amongst the mess of empty beer bottles and plastic potato chip bags.
Shoving past a couple making out heatedly against the kitchen counter, Eddie's worried eyes scan the crowd once more. He spots Robin drinking alone by the balcony and Jonathan and Nancy sitting by the couch, but there's too many new faces. Most importantly, still no you. Narrowly missing a drunk girl stumbling past him and pushing through an argument between two jocks, he manages to reach Robin who grins at him, amused.
"I see you're still surviving this, and I quote, 'pretentious party.'" she teases, taking another swig from her bottle. Eddie rolls his eyes, rolling back his shoulders.
"Steve's a great dude and all but being the former king of Hawkins High has consequences. That being he invites practically half of the school, many of whom are slaves to the popularity rat race."
Robin chuckles at that.
"I won't disagree with you about that."
Eddie's trying to pay attention to the conversation he's having with Robin but it's hard when your missing presence feels so pronounced. Usually, you'd be right by his side, his fingers gently holding yours as you sway back and forth tipsy on alochol. The fact that he's standing there empty handed makes his stomach churn and head swirl with anxiety before looking back into the crowd once more, hoping to finally catch a glimpse of you.
"Hey, have you seen-"
Eddie doesn't even have to say your name before Robin's cutting him off.
"The love of your life? Your muse? Your sunshine? The person who makes you mushier than a plate of cafeteria mashed potatoes? No. Maybe try the second floor, I haven't been up there yet." she suggests, smirking when the slightest flush can be seen creeping onto Eddie's neck, semi-masked by the bright flashing party lights up ahead.
"Thanks."
Eddie dashes up the stairs in record time, the soles of his shoes squeaking against the floor as he surveys the empty hallway. Since most of the party is happening downstairs, it's remarkably quiet up here compared to the rest. There's a couple sharing a cigarette by an open window as well as a guy using the house phone to call someone, but otherwise, it's practically deserted.
Frowning, he walks forward hesitantly, pausing momentarily when he hears the muted sounds of someone crying on the other side of the bathroom door. He carefully knocks against the door a couple of times, back straightening up instantly when he hears your voice yell out from the other side that the bathroom is occupied.
His knuckles wrap around the door handle quickly before pushing, but it's locked.
"Sunshine? It's Eddie. Please let me in." he yells, softly budging against the door.
You sniffle once more.
"GO AWAY EDDIE! I don't wanna see... you."
You're slurring your words a bit, so he figures you're drunk or at the very least, very tipsy. It makes him even more desperate to be on the other side so that he can be comforting you (and more importantly) keeping an eye on you, because drunk you often likes to throw all logic and precaution out the window.
"I hate it when you're sad, love. Please let me in so I can help you." he begs, gently knocking against the door again.
The door rattles open after that and Eddie's quick to slip inside and lock the door behind the two of you. The sight he sees makes his heart break - your glassy eyes are staring hopelessly at the floor, irises red and tears falling carelessly down your cheeks. Your hair looks a bit messy, like you've been pulling at it in frustration, and you're curled up inside the bath tub in a fetal position.
"What's wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt? Who did this to you?"
The questions fly out of his mouth immediately, worst case scenarios flooding his mind as his hands carefully cradle your face. You let out a sad chuckle in response, before pulling his arms back down to his sides.
"Nothing's wrong. No one did anything. I-I... I DID THIS TO MYSELF! I'M SO STUPID." you wail, bursting into tears once more. You're hysterical, hyped up on alcohol and heightened emotions, and Eddie's quick to envelope you into his arms.
"You are NOT stupid. Far, far from it. In fact, you're the smartest person I know. So why are you crying?"
You choke on a sob, peering up at him cautiously.
"I-I heard you telling Chrissy that you're not single anymore and that you can't go out with her on a date." you mutter, making his eyebrows shoot up in surprise.
"Oh?" he's confused, not sure of how that would be a problem.
"Eddie, I've been in love with you since I was eight, and now I'M TOO LATE! Y-YOU'RE TAKEN AND NOW I'M GONNA HAVE TO WATCH YOU BE IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE-" you dramatically flail around in the bath tub and though Eddie feels a bit bad for doing so, he can't help but let out the rambunctious laugh bubbling in his throat.
In fact, Eddie's laughing so hard that it hurts to breathe, his body doubling over so that he can attempt to catch his breath whilst you pause your ranting and look up at him, hurt.
"W-why are you laughing?" you question, bewildered. But Eddie's face just softens at that, voice dropping to a low tone.
"Because, angel, I'm dating you. You're the one that took me off the market." he responds coolly, metal rings brushing against your cheek. His words and the cold texture of his rings wash over you like icy water, realization beginning to seep in.
"Oh..."
You're embarassed now, dropping your head and twiddling with your fingers. Eddie's grin is permanent and obnoxious, heart melting at how adorable drunken you can be.
"Then yay!"
You suddenly leap forward and hug Eddie by his waist, pulling him backwards into the bath tub. He manages to stop himself from falling completely on top of you by breaking his fall with his left arm, before twisting you around so that you can lie on top of him.
The melachonic expression on your face is no more, your eyes bright and your lips outstretched into a wide smile.
"You're dating me! I'm the one you're dating!" you repeat to yourself out loud, as if you can't believe it amongst your drunken haze. It elicits a chuckle from his chapped lips, your legs straddling his as Eddie sits up against the marbled tub to caress your cheeks. He smiles, pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead.
"Yes, sunshine. You're the love of my life."
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IK WE WERE TALKING ABOUT THIS IN OUR DMS BUT THE PEOPLE NEED TO HEAR THIS, BUT LIKE EDDIE JUST PUTTING ON SO MUCH CHAPSTICK TO MAKE SURE HIS LIPS ARE NICE N SMOOTH WHEN YOU KISS HIM AND AND HE WOULD FIND OUT YOUR FAV CHAPSTICK LIKE FLAVOUR AND BUY IT SO WHENEVER YOU KISS HIM HIS LIPS WOULD LIKE TASTE LIKE THAT
YESSS
eddie was really trying to focus on the campaign for now, and not you and mike’s causal conversation in the background.
“strawberry is probably my favorite flavor, out of everything. what about you, mike? or does jane have a favorite flavor?” you teased him, nudging him with your elbow.
mike rolled his eyes, “i don’t know, y/n. probably cherry.” he shrugged, answering your question. eddie pretended not to hear or care about your conversation with mike, but he was really taking a huge mental note to himself.
strawberry flavor, he thought to himself. he continued to dictate the game, having mike roll a d20, and tried to concentrate on anything but the way your lips looks when you bit them in concentration, or the way they looked when you spoke to him or the rest of the hellfire club.
once the campaign came to a stopping point for the night, you all headed back to your houses, ready to pass out after a six hour session. you were finally tucked into your warm bed, when eddie, however, was at the checkout of the corner store near him. in his hands he held a six pack and a container of strawberry lip balm.
once he made it back home, he applied more layers than he could count, hoping it would make a difference my tomorrow. and it did, causing his lips to be much softer than before. the faint taste of strawberry lingered when he swiped his tongue across his lips while he set up the playing board for tonight’s session.
you, as usual, showed up a bit early, wanting to spend a little time alone with eddie before everyone else showed up.
“hey, eddie.” you spoke softly, placing your bag down in your usual seat. he smiled at you. “hi, y/n.” you instantly felt butterflies in your tummy at his words. he bit his lip, before finally speaking out. it was now or never.
“hey, so, this might seem super random or weird, but i’ve been thinking about this for awhile, and i was wondering if you maybe wanted to go out with me?” he questioned, trying to avoid eye contact, most likely out of embarrassment or awkwardness. you smiled, the moment you had been waiting for, for so long, was finally here, looking you dead in the eyes.
“of course, eddie. i’ve honestly been waiting for you to ask.” you smiled, and you leaned forward, pressing a small kiss to his lips, finally breaking the tension between you two. he kissed back, both of you grinning into it.
“strawberry.” you mumbled against his mouth, smiling to yourself. he simply returned the smile, kissing you back even harder.
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