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luveline · 2 years

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eddie blurb? you wake up sad and sweaty from a nightmare and he isnt there (he’s legit just outside smokin but the reader is scared as shit and whatnot) feel free to ignore this lol

im obsessed with soft comforting eddie ty for requesting!

1k words gn!reader tw nightmares about dying/death

The seconds that it takes you to realise where you are are almost as scary as the nightmare itself, though by the time you come around you have no clue what the nightmare was, the only evidence of its happening is a layer of clammy sweat on your skin, your racing heart, and the twin streams of tears down the sides of your face.

What was the nightmare about? You try to remember. Hurting, a loss, grief. Somebody had been missing. Somebody… but who? Pale skin, dark brown eyes, a pretty nose. A mouth shaped by kisses.

Eddie. Eddie had been missing. You can't remember the details and you aren't sure you want to, but you think that the nightmare had been about losing Eddie.

And… where is he?

You feel his side of the bed and find it cold. The window of his bedroom is closed to stave off the growing winter chill and the layer of blankets over you is thick. Your boyfriend usually acts as a space heater. The cold sheets can't be a good sign.

He must be gone.

You bite your lip hard by accident and jolt, pushing the suffocating layer of blankets off of your sweaty body and staggering onto dead legs, dizzy and disoriented. Your shirt and pajama trousers are damp with moisture.

You almost trip over discarded clothes – yours and his – on your way to the door, creeping cautiously past Eddie's Uncle Wayne sleeping on the sofa bed and through the dark living room. The trailer home doesn't retain much heat and the floor is freezing even through your socks.

You see what you hope to see. The door cracked open. Still, the nightmare plays on your mind. He'd been missing, something had happened to him. You'd woken up just as something was going to happen to you, you realise. Suddenly the dark is terrifying. You rush the last few feet to the porch and push it open, and there Eddie is in his pajamas, a cigarette hanging between his lips, his notebook in hand.

He quickly sets the notebook aside when he sees you and takes a drag of his cigarette before pulling it away. Smoke streams between his fingers. "Hey, shortcake," he says quietly, flicking ash into the ashtray by his thigh. "I'm coming back in. Two seconds."

You don't have time to speak as you drop to your knees and wrap your arms around him.

He flinches. "Uh tu tu, babe! I'll burn you."

"Eddie," you say tearfully. "I was so scared."

You don't mean to admit the last part, but it's true. You'd never felt a dread that pervasive in your life. Even now it sticks around, your limbs lead with its weight.

"What?" he asks, horrified.

You sniffle and dig your head into his chest as he wraps one of his arms around you, the soft material of a zip up hoodie he'd thrown on pressed to your clammy clothes.

"You were scared? What happened?"

You can't say it out loud. You need a minute.

Eddie waits patiently. You listen as he blows smoke out of the corner of his mouth and snuffs out the cigarette butt, his second arm coming to wrap around you. You've basically collapsed into his arms, your face slipping down so that it's almost at his stomach.

"Sweetheart?" he asks.

"I had a bad dream," you admit, embarrassed but so relieved, soaking in his warmth as the cold air threatens to freeze you on the spot like two human icicles.

He pets your shoulders. "Yeah? What happened."

"You were gone." Your voice cracks. "I can't remember the rest."

"Hey. It's okay," he murmurs.

"Sorry, I know it's stupid."

Eddie tsks and needles his arms under yours to drag you up the length of his chest, pulling you close. Your face locks into place over his trap muscle like a jigsaw piece, like it has a hundred times before.

"It's not stupid."

You wiggle your face into his neck, needing to be closer than close.

"Sorry I wasn't there when you woke up," he says.

"It's okay," you whisper.

Eddie starts to sway you gently from one side to the other, hands working roughly up and down your back in an attempt to warm you up. It works. His hands feel like brands in the cold.

You hide your own hands in the soft mess of his dark curls, pulling a handful to your face to breathe in. He smells like he usually smells, the sweet, heavy smell of a bruised apple. The heady hints of cologne from the day before. The cloying whispers of cigarette smoke.

"We should go inside. It's cold out here," Eddie says.

"I'm so glad you're okay."

He takes your neck into his hands and guides you back, sliding his palms slowly upwards. Heat seeps into your jaw, your cheeks.

He meets your gaze. "Of course I'm okay. It was just a dream. Just a dream, baby. We're both okay."

You stare at his chin, sheepish. "I know. It felt… it felt so real. I woke up and you felt gone. I can't explain it."

"I can imagine it."

"Yeah?" you ask, bringing your eyes up back to his. He's a mixture of concerned and empathetic. A hint of sadness.

"Yeah, I think so. I don't ever want to know how it would feel to lose you."

You sniffle and he clocks your teary eyes. He pinches your wet nose between his fingers gently, then drags the tip of his index finger under your heavy lashes.

"Let's go back to bed," he says firmly.

You nod and let him lead you into the trailer, through the cold living room and back to the sanctuary of his bed. He doesn't complain when you climb on top of him though it can't be comfortable, your thighs between his and your arms wrapped around his neck.

In fact, he smiles. "I like how you feel on top of me. Your weight."

You smile back shyly. "Push me off if I get too heavy."

"Never," he whispers through his grin.

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jamdoughnutmagician · 4 months

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Mr. and Mrs.

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader (18+)

In celebration of @oneforthemunny 's one-derful year, I wrote this fic inspired by this prompt. This fic is a fic of two halves, with an initial cute wedding day and then a slightly smuttier time in the honeymoon suit after the reception.

another highly requested, is a wedding. i love weddings and my guilty pleasure is wedding fics idk why, so give me that. you can follow the lore if they have it, or do whatever you want! proposal, ceremony, honeymoon- honestly whichever you want! where does it happen? what’s the details? who’s there? if you put vows i’m gonna sob so just fyi on that.

Word Count:2,490 (oops!)

Warnings:Cutesy wedding day fluff, Smut, Oral Sex (F Rec), Missionary position, Dirty talk, I think that's it unless I'm forgetting something; in which case feel free to shoot me a message so I can tag it.

Masterlist // Eddie Munson Masterlist

Eddie wasn't usually a nervous person. He was usually a loud, boisterous and confident person. That was until today. The big day. His wedding day.

He stood at the end of that altar in his perfectly tailored black suit, freshly pressed white shirt and tie, with the nerves bubbling in the pit of his stomach. When he thinks back to his younger years, he could never have imagined that something like this would be in his future.

Steve takes notice of how Eddie nervously fiddles with his hands, a habit he’s got into whenever things would get too much for him. He would always end up twisting his clunky metal rings around his fingers. Although for his big day he had removed all his precious rings, insisting that the only ring he wanted on his finger today was his wedding band. Nevertheless his nervous habit didn’t leave him, as he fiddled his fingers around his non-existent rings.

Taking his duties as his best man seriously, Steve takes a moment to offer a calming pat on his shoulder, helping to ground the jangled groom.

“You love her, she loves you, don't sweat it, man. You've got this.”

“Thanks, Steve.” Eddie sighs, before taking one more nerve-calming breath.

The music starts up, and everyone in the church stands to look to you,

You look like a vision in white, with delicate layers of lace, and tulle as you grace down the aisle towards him, a bouquet of pristine white roses and lilies in hand.

The music slows to a stop as you stand in front of him. His heart is beating so fast in his chest he wonders if you can hear it too.

“Y-you look beautiful.” Eddie stumbles over his words. He thought he would be so cool in this moment, but the moment he sees your face he can’t help the tears that gather in his eyes.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Handsome.” you smile, reaching up to gently wipe away the tears from his eyes.

You take his hand in yours as you both turn to stand in front of the priest, who is ready to conduct the ceremony.

“Friends and family, we are all gathered here today to witness the union of Edward Theodore Munson and Y/N L/N,” the priest smiles as he gestures to each of you. “The happy couple have chosen to write their own vows, so please join me helping to celebrate their love for each other.”

“Sweetheart, I couldn't believe my luck that when I asked you out all those years ago, you said yes. Just from that one small date, I knew that I never wanted you out of my life, that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. You’re an amazing person, and everyday I fall in love with you a little bit more. I know I may not be the perfect man, but you make me want to be a better man, and everyday I try hard to do my best by you. Waking up to your face makes my world a little brighter every time and I promise to stand by you, and to love you with every last beat of my heart.” Eddie finishes with a soft smile playing at his lips.

You feel your heart warming at Eddie’s vows, he always had a way with words, and it’s no surprise to you that his vows were nothing short of heart-meltingly romantic.

“My dear Eddie, you are not only the love of my life, but more importantly than that you are my best friend, and getting to stand with you today in front of all our friends and family and tell you how much you mean to me is something that I will cherish forever. You make me feel so safe and loved, and I can only hope that I make you feel the same way. I promise to always be there for you and support you, and I can’t wait to continue making memories with you.”

You manage to get through your vows without breaking down in floods of tears, as you smile brightly at your soon-to-be-husband.

“Now it is time to exchange rings.” the priest voices to everyone.

Steve hands over the ring to Eddie as the priest tells Eddie to repeat after him.

“I, Edward Theodore Munson, take you Y/N L/N, to be my wife. To have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish till death do us part.”

Nancy hands you the ring she’d been holding for you, then the priest turns to you, to read you the same vows for you to repeat.

“I, Y/N L/N, take you, Edward Theodore Munson, to be my Husband. To have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish till death do us part.”

You each slide the wedding band on each other’s ring finger as the priest speaks once more.

“You have now exchanged rings. These rings are a symbol of your commitment, love and devotion to each other, and serve as a reminder to honour the vows you have declared in this church. It now gives me great pleasure to pronounce you as husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Eddie smiles brightly before leaning close to kiss you sweetly once and then winding one hand around your waist and the other to cradle your head as he dips you into another heated kiss.

You laugh into the kiss, vaguely registering the flash of Jonathan’s camera going off, perfectly capturing the moment.

“Sorry, I just couldn’t resist you.” Eddie smirks at you.

Yeah, you had definitely made the right choice. This was the dork you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

You and Eddie stumble into your hotel room in a fit of giggles after enjoying a few glasses of champagne at your wedding reception. The party had long been finished now, with everyone making their way home, and you and Eddie staying the night in the hotel’s honeymoon suite.

“I can’t believe it, we literally just got married..like that’s a thing we just did!” you babble in an excited breath.

“I know! And I can’t believe I get to call you my wife!” Eddie cheers as he picks you up and spins around with you in his arms and placing you back down with a kiss to your lips.

You turn your back to Eddie for a moment before looking at him from over your shoulder. His dark curls have been set free from their bun, as they fall around his shoulders. The tie around his neck has been loosened and the top button of his shirt undone, revealing a glimpse of the tattoo on his chest.

“Unzip me?” You ask him, your voice dripping with a sultry tone.

Eddie wastes no time in making his way over to you as fingers work to slowly drag the zipper of your wedding dress down your back, his lips kissing softly against the exposed skin of your shoulder.

You step out of your dress, leaving yourself in the floral, white, lacy lingerie that you had picked out especially for tonight.

Eddie gives a cheeky wolf-whistle of appreciation as you twirl around, as make yourself comfortable on the King-sized bed.

Eddie feels his cock kick up in anticipation for what was to come.

“You gonna join me or what, Mr. Munson?” You tease with a light breathy chuckle.

In a flash Eddie is stripping off, throwing his suit jacket on the back of a chair, until only his boxers remain. The material doing very little to hide his straining erection.

“Who would I be if I kept my wife waiting?” He smiles as he steps closer to the bed, before leaning in to kiss his lips against your ankle, and trailing his kisses up your legs, and prying your thighs open to place kisses on the inside of your thighs.

His fingers hook themselves in the waistband of your panties a smirk.

You quickly reach up behind your back to unclasp your bra as his fingers teases the elastic of your panties.

“As lovely as these are, they've got to go.” he murmurs, placing one more kiss to the soft skin of your thighs before dragging the lace down your legs.

“There she is. My pretty girl..” Eddie almost purrs out as he’s greeted by the sight of your pussy.

He makes himself comfortable, lying down on the bed between the spread of your thighs.

“Can I taste you, Sweetheart?” He asks oh so innocently, his big brown eyes sparkling with a cheeky glint as he looks up at you.

Your shy nod of your head and little whine of ‘please’ is all the go-ahead that Eddie needed before he was dragging his tongue from the bottom of your slit to the top, swirling his tongue around your clit before sucking it between his plump lips.

His tongue laps at your dripping wetness, eager to taste and to please you.

He gently slips one of his dexterous, guitarist's fingers inside your wet heat and begins to work in and out of you at a leisurely pace, flicking his tongue over your clit, enjoying the mewling whines that fall from your lips.

“Eddie…please..” you whine as you tug your fingers into his dark curls.

Eddie pulls away from you, his lips glossy with your wetness.

“Please what, Sweetheart? Can’t give it to you unless you tell me what you want.” he teases with a smile.

“Want you to make me cum..please..” you plead as you shamelessly try to grind your hips against his face.

“Well, when you ask me so sweetly like that, it would be a crime to deny you.” he purrs before going back in to attach his lips around your clit, making sure to rub against that spot inside you that has you squeezing so tightly around his finger.

He knows you're close, he knows your body as well as anything, and those tell-tale breathy moans that fall from your lips let him know just how badly you need it.

“That's it..there's my pretty girl, cum for me, sweetheart.”

It didn't take very much more than a few passes of Eddie's tongue lapping at your dripping cunt and his fingers hitting inside you just right before you were falling over the edge of pleasure with a wet gush. Squirting around fingers as his tongue teases your pussy gently to help you ride out your high.

Eddie pulls his mouth away from your glistening cunt once more, a lazy smirk gracing his face.

“You taste amazing as always, Mrs. Munson.” he smiles, enjoying the way that your new title just rolls off his tongue so perfectly. Like you were always meant to be his wife. Like you were always meant to be Mrs. Munson.

“Come up here, Eddie, I just wanna feel you, please..” you tell him as you urge him up from between your thighs. He takes a moment to free himself of the tight constraints of his boxers, letting his cock slap up against the trail of fuzzy hair below his navel.

He crawls his way up your body, his lips continuing to explore and kiss every soft inch of exposed skin. His kisses blazing a hot trail, up your body, stopping at your breasts as he takes the time to swirl his tongue around each of your nipples, teasing it into a hardened bud.

“You wanna feel me, Sweetheart? Want me to make love to you?” he murmurs between kisses pressed to your lips.

Eddie needed no further affirmation than your little breathy moan of ‘yes please’ before he was pressing his cock’s tip at your entrance, slowly easing himself inside inch by inch.

He steadies himself on his arms, caging you safely underneath his gaze, as he gently sweeps the stray hair that’s fallen across your eyes.

Kissing your lips once more he smears the sticky bead of pre-cum that pools from his tip over your clit, before beginning to rock his hips into you, filling you with every pulsing inch of his cock. Sliding home into the warmth of your walls hugging against him.

“Feels so good…Making me feel so good, Teddy..” you whimper, the nickname falling from your lips so sweetly.

He continues to roll his hips into you, each time making you shudder in pleasure underneath him.

His large hand reaches out to find your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, his brown eyes softening when he sees your golden wedding band decorating your dainty finger. The reminder that you were in this with him for the rest of your lives made his heart bloom with love.

“My beautiful wife…I love you so much, Sweetheart…” he kisses you softly once more, letting his tongue sweep between your lips.

Your hand reaches down between your two bodies, your deft fingers rubbing in precise circle around your clit as he fucks into you. The building tension in your stomach grows with every steady thrust of your husband's cock into your pulsing heat.

“Fuck…Sweetheart, you feel so good, swear this pretty little pussy was just made for me…” his raspy voice rumbles out, as he places a sloppy kiss into the crook of your neck.

His movements get sloppier as he chases both his and your highs, his hips working to make you both feel good.

“Come on Sweetheart, one more, for me please, wanna feel you squeezing around me..” he murmurs, as his unrelenting thrusts continue to rut into you.

With the way your own fingers were rubbing so deliciously around your clit, and Eddie’s cock filling you so perfectly every time, it wasn’t long before you pushed over the edge, whimpering with a shuddering moan as you tightened around his length, riding out the high of your orgasm.

Eddie followed you soon after, his breath ragged as he pushed into you one final time, his hips still as he filled you with his release. Throbbing hot spurts of white into you, as he too rides out the high of his orgasm.

You both stay like that for a moment, not bothering to move, just wanting to feel the closeness of each other. To feel each other’s bodies.

Eddie’s hand holds your face tenderly, his thumb brushing against your cheek softly.

“I love you so much, sweetheart.” He kisses you sweetly.

“I love you too, Teddy.” you smile into the kiss, a warmth blooming in your chest as you do.

It had been the perfect end to the perfect day, and you couldn’t wait to continue spending the rest of your life with the man you loved so dearly.

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candyflossfairy · 1 year

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𝑚𝑟. 𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑛 (𝑒.𝑚. 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟)

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: Dad!Eddie x Teacher!Reader. It's that time of year for parent-teacher conferences, and you finally meet Ronnie's father, Mr. Munson.

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 18+ only, unprotected sex (p in v), slight choking, Jacobs Ladder piercings.

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 3.7k

𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠: Eddie manip by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple . My work for @newlips milestone of love!

Your first year of teaching was going by pretty well. The students were sweet, fun, and for the most part, they listened. Of course, sitting in a classroom all day was tough work for second graders, they got a little restless after lunch. You didn’t mind it, though. There was a lot of gift giving that made it all better. Notes, drawings, coloring book pages, apples, even one gave you a glass apple with the words World’s Best Teacher! on it that you kept on your desk. It was sweet, really. All of them were, in their own ways.

Even the ones that acted out more than others.

Like Lucy Carver who had a knack for acting like a princess and bribing others with lunch money to do classwork for her.

Or her step-brother, Ronnie Munson, who would pick on his sister relentlessly and talk loudly in class for attention. You knew it was for attention, because you saw who picked up Lucy every day and who picked up Ronnie. He was missing out on some motherly love. You hated Chrissy Carver for that. There were days when she did pick him up, but most of the time it was Mr. Munson, or Wayne Munson, Ronnie’s great uncle that would pick him up.

You hugged Ronnie a little tighter than the other kids. You made sure he did his classwork and helped him when he needed it because of it. Not to say you had a favorite, you just knew which kids needed an extra push. It was sad that at such a young age he felt like he wasn’t getting enough love from his mother, even if he didn’t know that’s what he was feeling.

He was a cute kid, too. Looked like a carbon copy of his dad—dark curls and chocolate eyes. It was better that way, you thought. When he was older he wouldn’t look in the mirror and see his mom staring back at him.

It was parent-teacher conference day. You were nervous for your first one, but your colleagues assured you that there wasn’t much to be nervous about. Some parents were dicks when it came to their child’s grades, but for the most part it was manageable. Plus you got a better insight on what parents helped their kids at home, and which ones left them to their devices.

“Lucy is doing great as far as her social skills. She’s developing them very well. She also has a talent for math—on the days she decides to do it.” You explained to Mr. and Mrs. Carver, “I think a little more encouragement from the two of you and she will be on top of her schoolwork more.”

“So you’re saying it’s our fault?” Mr. Carver spat.

“Jason—” Mrs. Carver chastised.

“I’m not saying that at all, Mr. Carver.” You said calmly, giving him a smile, “But I do think restricting the amount of money you give to your child will keep her from paying others to do her schoolwork for her. She’s a very smart girl when she applies herself.” You continued.

“Thank you very much for your time. We will keep that in mind.” Mrs. Carver said, as they stood up. She picked up the progress report and the two of them stepped outside.

You sighed, pressing a hand to your face.

“I feel that way after interacting with them too,”

You shot up straight, a soft flush to your cheeks.

“No, really, they can be pretty awful.” Mr. Munson stepped inside, shutting the classroom door behind him.

“Is… Mrs. Carver not joining us?” You asked, clearing your throat as you shuffled your papers before looking for Ronnie’s.

“Chrissy? Nah, she tries to forget that we both exist as much as she can.” Mr. Munson told you with a playful grin, as he grabbed a chair on the other side of your desk. He turned it around before sitting in it backwards, his legs spread widely and his crotch on display from the wide hole in the back of it.

You kept your eyes on his face, even though it was in your peripheral. Mr. Munson was attractive, covered in tattoos, a labret piercing above his chin, one in his eyebrow. He also had muscles that strained against his shirt from many days working at the mechanic shop in town. You hadn’t been there since you’d moved to Hawkins, but you did know he worked there.

Single mom’s talked about him quite often. He had a little bit of a reputation for fixing problems that they’d had.

Not to mention, he was a bit older than you — not by that much. He was in his late 20s, you were in your mid, it wasn’t bad.

You didn’t know why you were thinking about this. You were having a parent-teacher conference about his son. It had nothing to do with the fact that you hadn’t had sex since you’d moved here. It didn’t have to do with the fact that Mr. Munson was too sexy for his own good.

You swallowed, and looked down at Ronnie’s progress report.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” You responded.

“Nah, no biggie. I’m more upset for Ronnie’s sake than my own. She’s been a bitch since she married Carver.” He shrugged.

You snorted a chuckle at that, trying to hide it. You’d seen how snooty she was, too. You couldn’t imagine her ever being any other way.

“It’s true. She used to be a sweet little thing. Loved me and our boy. Carver’s…persuasive. I’m just glad we split up before Ronnie could remember much. He doesn’t remember her like that. I think it makes it hurt less — sorry, didn’t mean to like — spill on you. Anyways, how’s Ronnie doing in class?”

You swallowed back your thoughts. So, you’d been right. Mrs. Carver didn’t care for her son much.

“He needs a little extra pushing from me from time to time. He does like to aggravate Lucy and awful lot and cause disruptions, but he’s been getting better since the school year first started.” You started off, looking over his progress report. You highlighted a few grades and slid the paper over to Mr. Munson.

“These zeros are homework assignments he never turned in. It’s not particularly hurting his overall grade, but if you can get him to do them, I’ll give him seventy-five percent credit for them. I know single parenting is much harder than it looks on the outside, so I’m willing to work with you, and him, to make sure he’s able to move up next year.” You smiled at him kindly.

“We appreciate that.” Mr. Munson nodded, looking at the report, “These aren’t hard assignments either, huh? I guess they just got lost in the fray of things.” He laughed, before his eyes flicked to you, “Though, it’ll be a shame that I don’t get to see your smiling face every morning after he moves up.”

Your cheeks flared pink at that, and you brushed some hair behind your ear. You couldn’t tell if he was flirting or not, but… God, you hoped he was.

“Well, I’ll still be here next year… so there’s no shame in dropping by to see me.” You smiled at him, folding your hands on your desk.

“No? Wouldn’t be weird if I… came by and saw you without my kid?” He asked, grinning back.

“Definitely not.” You hummed.

Mr. Munson looked at the time, before standing. “Our time slot is up.” He mused, turning the chair back around the right way.

You bit your lip, before standing. “My last one ends at eight.” You said quickly.

“Oh? Did you…want me to come back?” His brows lifted.

You nodded.

“Alright, I’ll see you in an hour.”

“Thank you, Mr. Harrington. Goodnight.” You shut your door after your final meeting and bellowed a sigh, closing your eyes for a moment as you leaned back against the door. It had been a long day, and for the most part people hadn’t been awful, but there had been a select few who had been awful.

There was a soft knock on your door, and you opened it back up.

“Oh, Mr. Munson —” You had forgotten, so wrapped up in everything, you had forgotten he was going to come back. Your cheeks flushed again and you stepped aside to let him into your classroom.

He kicked the door shut behind him, his hands shoved into the pockets of his leather jacket. “Did you not expect me to come back?” He asked, grinning a bit.

“No—it’s not that.” You laughed, “I just. You know.” You shrugged. “I’m glad you’re back.” You rubbed your arm nervously.

“Yeah?” He chuckled, stepping closer to you, “And why’s that?”

You were almost nose to nose with him. You could feel his breath fanning over your skin. You swallowed, thickly.

“Mr. Munson—”

“You can call me Eddie.” He cut you off.

“Eddie—” You started, “Is Ronnie taken care of for the night?” You had to make sure.

“Took him to his great uncle Wayne’s. He loves it over there. He’s set.” He gently lifted a hand and brushed some of your hair back.

You wet your lips, and his eyes flicked down to them.

“Why don’t we go back to my place?” He suggested, his hand gently resting on your jaw. He rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip and you couldn’t ignore the warmth that flooded between your legs at that.

You nodded, numbly, and turned to gather your things. He watched you from afar as you placed all of your paperwork into a binder and shoved it, and your laptop, haphazardly into your school bag.

“Wanna meet me there, or ride with me?” He asked, winking at you.

“Either is fine.” You cleared your throat.

“You like motorcycles?” He chuckled. You raised your brows before nodding.

Fuck, that was hot. He had a motorcycle? He should just breed you now.

You let that thought wash over you as you followed him out of the school, stopping only to put your bag into your car before swallowing thickly as Eddie handed you a helmet.

“Safety first.” He winked at you, pulling his long hair up into a bun at the base of his neck. You tried to not think to hard about him putting his hair up to eat you out, but it wasn’t easy to ignore.

You slipped the helmet on and clipped it into place. He straddled the motorcycle.

“Alright, throw your leg over like I did and hold on tight.” He grinned at you.

“What happened to ‘safety first’?” You asked, raising a brow at the fact that he didn’t have a helmet on.

“For you, sweetheart. Not for me. I like to live dangerously.” He laughed loudly.

You shook your head in amusement as you took his hand, throwing your leg over the back of the bike. Surprisingly, you didn’t fall on your face or stumble, and settled into the seat behind him.

You wrapped your arms around his waist and held on tight.

He was warm, body toned. You couldn’t wait to see what it looked like naked.

He turned on the bike and kicked up the kickstand, revving the engine a few times before he took off out of the parking lot.

You couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up in you as he raced down the street. It had been a while since you’d done anything fun. Moving to Hawkins had been a bit of a poison to your social life — sure, you had the other teachers at Hawkins Elementary, but most of them were much older than you and had lived there their entire lives.

He pulled up to the only apartment complex in Hawkins; a newer building you had been told. They looked fairly nice from the outside, and you couldn’t wait to see the inside.

Eddie pulled into a parking spot and kicked the stand back down, shutting the bike off.

He helped you off of the bike and tilted his head towards the stairs in front of you. “Just up those.” He told you.

You followed him up to the second floor and he unlocked the door first door you came to, letting you in.

“Home sweet home. It’s not much, but it’s ours.” Eddie smiled, shrugging his jacket off. He hung it on a chair in the small dining area and stepped into the kitchen.

“You like beer?” He asked.

“Yeah, a beer would be nice.” You nodded as you looked around.

The front area was a decent sized living room, connected to the small dining room that held a small round table with four chairs. The kitchen was connected to that. There was a short hallway right in front of you. You had to assume the bathroom and bedrooms were back that way.

“Here,” Eddie handed you the beer, popping his open before sitting on the couch. “Make yourself comfy.” He said, propping his boots on the edge of a beat up coffee table.

You followed his suit, sitting next to him on the couch. You crossed one leg over the other, popping your beer open.

You took a sip. It was cheap, but it would take the edge off of whatever nerves you were feeling.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, just quietly sipping from your beers. It wasn’t awkward persae, it was just… different? You both knew what you were here for, so you weren’t sure why he was playing worlds best host.

You just wanted him to fuck you already.

You downed your beer in the next second, placing it on the coffee table.

“Woah, want another one?” Eddie asked.

“No,” You said, and feeling a spur of confidence, you uncrossed your legs and threw one over his lap, straddling his legs.

He smirked up at you, letting his legs fall from the coffee table.

“Hi,” He said, learning around you to put his beer down.

“Hi,” You responded, smiling down at him.

His hands gently rested on your waist, pinkies on each side pushing up your shirt to feel your skin.

You reached forward, and brushed his hair off of his shoulder.

“Kissing, or no?” You asked, your voice a soft whisper.

“Why wouldn’t I want kissing?” He chuckled.

You shrugged. “Some guys think it’s too intimate.”

His brow furrowed. “Sex is intimate.” He laughed.

You shared a smile with him before leaning in to kiss him. His lips were softer than you had expected, the stubble on his lip scratching your skin softly. You didn’t mind it, really. He was…so fucking hot.

He nipped your lip softly, and you parted them for him, allowing his tongue to invade your mouth. He tasted like beer, and cigarettes. You didn’t mind it as much as you thought. However, maybe it was because it was him.

You brushed the thoughts from your mind, biting at his bottom lip, your teeth lightly clanking against the piercing there.

Tattooed hands pushed up the sides of your shirt, fingers squeezing your sides, pinkies slipping beneath the waistband of your pants. You could feel them toying with the edge of your underwear, too.

You broke the kiss for a breath, panting softly as his mouth made its way to your neck.

“No hickies.” You said quickly, “I don’t need the kids asking questions.”

Eddie chuckled against your skin.

“Bedroom?” He asked, nipping softly at your pulsepoint.

You nodded; and up you went. He had lifted you like you were nothing and he carried you down the hallway. He dropped you on the bed and pulled his shirt off, displaying more tattooed skin. He climbed onto the bed, pressing a knee between your legs as his hand cupped the top of your head, his elbow resting near your shoulder as he kissed you, his entire body covering yours.

You moaned into his mouth as his knee rubbed against your mound. You reached between you to press your hand against his half-hard cock in his jeans. He responded with a soft groan.

You stayed like that for a long while, teasing each other, him with his knee and you with your hand, your lips never leaving one anothers.

It had almost became a game. See who would last the longest before they asked to go further.

You were losing. Your hips were guiding themselves up against your will, rubbing your clothed pussy against his thigh. You weren’t getting much friction from this, but what you were getting was making you soaking wet.

You popped the button of his jeans open, and reached past his boxers as a concession. He had won.

You gasped at what you felt in his pants, breaking the kiss.

“What?” He asked, his voice deep and husky as he continued to rub his knee against you.

“You’re—”

“Yeah, I know.” He chuckled, leaning down to kiss at your neck again.

He hooked his fingers in your shirt and you lifted up to let him pull it off, still a little in shock at what you felt.

His hands were then working at your pants, unzipping them and dragging them, and your panties off in one fell swoop.

His pants were next to go, and you were both naked, but—

Your eyes met his cock. It was large, the tip red and wet with precum… Your fingers gently brushed across the bottom of the shaft. Nestled there in a row were five bars. He had his cock pierced.

You swallowed thickly, wondering what it felt like for those piercings to be inside you. Especially with how big he was.

“Doesn’t hurt — at least no one’s complained.” He chuckled, “And it’s been fully healed for a few years, so nothing to worry about on my end.”

“You did them all at the same time?” You asked, a little shocked.

“Yeah, hurt like hell. But looks fuckin’ hot, don’t it?” He grinned.

You nodded.

He grasped himself in his hand and slapped it against your pussy, making your insides clench tightly. With his other hand he spread your lips and started tapping again, this time against your clit. Your legs jolted softly with each tap, your lips parted in a soft moan.

“Damn, you’re so fuckin’ wet.” He sighed, rubbing his cock against you. “You on the pill?”

“Yeah,” You nodded.

“Good.”

Neither one of you needed for you to get pregnant right now. That was unsaid between you.

He tapped your pussy a few more times, before lining himself up and pushing in.

Your back arched, a low moan leaving you. Your eyes fluttered and your head tipped back.

“That’s it… that’a’girl…take it.” He sighed into the warm air between you.

“Fuck, Mr. Munson..” You moaned.

He laughed softly. “You like callin’ me that? Alright, honey. We can pretend I’m a lot older than you. Bet you flick that pretty little clit of yours at home thinkin’ bout me and the other dads, hm?”

Your cheeks flushed, but you nodded. There was just something so fucking hot about fathers to you. You wanted to have someone like that in your life. Someone to raise kids with you.

“Say it.” He grunted, as he pressed fully into you.

“Ah—! I touch myself thinking about you!” You gasped, your legs circling tightly around his waist.

That’s not how he wanted it, though. He grabbed you tightly by your thighs and wrenched your legs up until they were on his shoulders. He scooted closer to you so that your hips were angled up.

Now, now he was impossibly deeper.

You moaned helplessly, grasping at the sheets.

“You got a pretty little cunt here for me. Soaking wet and tight, mmm…” He sighed, pulling out and thrusting back in.

He found a medium pace that you both seemed to like for now, his hand sliding up your thigh and squeezing.

“You like being choked, baby?” He asked breathily, his free hand brushing up your chest.

You nodded, your lips parted. You couldn’t make words come out right now, you were fucking gone.

His fingers circled around your throat, fingers pressing into your pulse point. Your back arched higher, your head tipping back as you moaned out.

“Fuck, you’re a sweet little thing..” He groaned, speeding up his pace.

“Mr. Munson—!” You whined out, his cock pressing over and over into that spongey spot inside of you.

“Yeah, baby. Say it.” He chuckled.

There was something so inherently dirty about this, even though it was all legal. It was probably because you taught his son at school, really. You couldn’t think about it now, not with his cock pressing into your gspot, and his piercings rubbing up against your walls with every thrust.

“Mr. Munson!” You moaned out again, your hips lifting higher with every thrust.

You could feel your orgasm growing, the heat in your belly getting hotter and hotter until the rubber band snapped, your cunt clamping down on his cock and spasming as you cried out helplessly.

He released your throat, his thrusts never stopping. He groaned, and a few moments later he was pulling out and spilling his seed on your belly.

You were both panting heavily as he dropped onto the bed next to you.

You laid there in silence for a long while, your insides burning from overuse. It had been a while since you’d been fucked, especially by such a thick cock.

Fuck if you didn’t feel good, though.

“Here,” Eddie said, leaning over to grab you a few tissues.

“Thanks.” You hummed, sitting up slightly to clean the cum off of your belly. You tossed them into the trashcan nearby as Eddie stepped across the hallway into what you now knew was the bathroom.

You waited for him to finish cleaning up before you went in yourself, relieving your bladder and cleaning up.

When you came back into the room, Eddie had laid out a shirt for you on the bed.

“You can stay over. Wayne is supposed to take Ronnie to school, so he shouldn’t be here in the morning.” He said, smiling.

You nodded, pulling his shirt on before climbing into the bed.

Eddie flicked off the lights before climbing in after you, his arm wrapping around you waist. He pulled you close, your back flush against his chest.

You felt safe that night, and got the best rest you’d had since you moved to Hawkins.

The next morning you were awoken by the front door slamming loudly.

“Daddy!”

Oh, shit.

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dinodinodin0 · 2 years

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The other woman • E.M

Pairing: Eddie x best friend!reader

Warnings: non-mutual pining, slight angst, cliff hanger, fem!reader, mention if periods

Summary: y/n is Eddie's best friend since childhood, when she realizes she might like him, she puts it off because "in a cheerleader, he doesn't date cheerleaders," but then she notices him glancing at her friend, Chrissy.

Part two part three part four part five

Eddie and you have been best friends since forever. You've taken baths together when you were babies, you sat with him on the swings every recess. He was the first to know about your first period, and first to comfort you. Your family was basically his by now, and though you were basically raised inseperable, you never viewed him as your brother or anything. He was just Eddie.

That was.. until recently.

You got on the cheerleading team your freshman year, and he was estatic for you.

"now, I don't usually like cheerleaders but I gotta say youre messing up my streak," he joked, ruffling your hair.

"yeah yeah, you just like that you'll get to see me in a cheer uniform," you joked, shooting him a look.

He blushes, but quips back as quick as he usually did, "I mean you'd look beautiful in a potato sack, but jumping around in a short skirt? Oh no. Never. Definitely not." He was being sarcastic, but you sensed some defensiveness in his tone.

That was the first time you questioned it. Your relationship. Him calling you 'beautiful' rang in your ears the entire time he walked you home.

"hey sweetheart, y/n? Earth to y/n central, are you there?" He smiled, leaning on your doorframe.

You shook your head, hoping somehow, your brain would act as an Etch-a-Sketch and erase the silly things you were thinking about.

"I asked if you wanted a ride to school, since I just got these babies," he spun his van keys on his finger.

"yeah.. yeah. Totally Ed," you smiled, looking up at him. "See you tomorrow mornin'?"

"see ya ' pretty girl."

Those names he had always called you suddenly made your face flush bright red. They suddenly felt different to you.

Now it was your senior year, being right before the grade cut off you had already turned 18, and Eddie was repeating a grade. He swore 84' would be his year.

He regularly picked you up to and from school in his van, and you grew accustomed to his music. You loved when he played black Sabbath specifically. He sometimes let you play your music aswell, and though he huffed and pretended to hate it, you'd glance over and see him bobbing his head and tapping his foot. You never mentioned it.

You sat at his table, sitting alongside his dnd group, but you were always sat the closest to Eddie. It was your spot. Seriously, he'd chew out anyone who tried to sit there. You admired how he took in younger outcasts, and you were always the first to greet them with a smile. You were the welcome committee, and you really did make them feel like they belonged.

However, you were still a cheerleader. You found out pretty quickly that you didn't like them though, and that you weren't like them. They kept you on the team because well, it's not like they can kick you off because they don't like you, and also partially to your friend Chrissy.

Chrissy was somebody you met in middle school. Your weren't as close as you and Eddie, but she was your best girl-friend. When she told you she had made it on the cheerleading team, you two jumped for joy together as she hugged you as hard as she could. Chrissy never refused the others advances like you did, but you didn't blame her. She's so suspectable to peer pressure, but never ever would she personally be mean.

You had practice every Wednesday, and Eddie waited in the parking lot each time to pick you up. You're pretty sure he made some deals while he waited aswell, so it wasn't a total loss for him like you insisted. A few moments before practice ended, he'd come to the field and sit on the bleachers.

You didn't mind, though to anyone else it may have been embarrassing. He didn't mind being called a freak every week if he got to watch you practice for a bit, or at least, you thought he was looking at you. Eventually, his gaze shifted.

Eventually, you and Chrissy rode in his van together.

He didn't tap his foot to your music anymore. In fact, it was an anomaly if he let you play it anymore. Now, he tapped his foot to Chrissy's music.

You loved Chrissy, and you loved Eddie. But you didn't think Chrissy understood that you loved eddie. You weren't even sure at first, but once Chrissy started to get closer to him, it was a pressing fact.

Your blood burned bright crimson each time she made him laugh. Your core felt heavy, and you could no longer maintain eye contact, but you love both of them, so you ignore it.

"hey y/n, mind if Eddie drops you off at my house too?" She asked.

"uhh. Yeah. Course!" You say, glancing over at Eddie who just shrugged.

You were at Chrissy's house now, and after you greeted her parents she almost ran you upstairs to her room.

She shut the door carefully, and turned to you immediately.

"i have to tell you something." She smiled, smile wide and eyes gleaming.

You sit on her plush bed, crossing your legs. It was so much comfier than yours, so sometimes if you hung out you'd just chill out on it.

"oh yeah?"

"yeah!"

She sat next to you, gasping your hands in hers and bringing her face close to yours.

"promise you won't tell nobody?" She whispers, holding out her pinky.

You wrap your finger around hers, course, you say.

"I think I have a crush on Eddie."

Oh no.

Oh fuck no.

This. Is terrible. This is the worst.

It'd honestly be better if you just dropped dead, or like.. got struck by lightning. Maybe falling into the ocean in a forever locked car.

But this? Fuuuuuuuck no.

You choke down the lump in your throat, and try not to stammer.

"o-oh! That's great!" You manage to say through gritted teeth.

"yeah! He's so cute, isn't he?"

Of course he is

"and he's so sweet, he watches me practice and drives me home,"

He watched me first. He drived me first.

"and he lets my play my music in his van! Y'know, I think he actually likes it, I always see him sneakily nodding his hea-"

"hey, y'know what Chris? I'm feeling a bit sick. Headache, or something." You say, smiling bitterly and turning for her door.

"are you okay? We have headache medication-"

"yeah. I know. I'm just gonna go home though, if that's okay,"

"yeah of course that okay, I hope you'll be better tomorrow!" She calls, but her front door was already closed.

You walk back to your home, as a creeping realization hits you that your house is the other way. Like, miles in the wrong direction. You stomp and try to trudge in, but as rocks fill your shoes and the heels of your feet start to sore, you sigh. You have to find a payphone.

You dial in Eddie's number.

"hey. Can you pick me up? I'm a block away from Chrissys house."

A/N: omg. Please. Sorry I just had to write this as soon as the idea wringled it's way into my noggin. I'm gna continue this probably because I am FLOWIMG with ideas.

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eratolasting · 2 years

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Sweetheart (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Summary: Eddie helps you relax in the bath after work.

Warnings: Smut, fingering, unprotected sex, light bdsm, breathplay, hair pulling, spanking, petnames, punishment. MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY

It had been a long day at work, and you were relaxing in the bath, soothing your aching muscles. The only light in the room was from a few lit candles that were sitting on the counter. The room smelled like the lavender soap you'd poured into your bath to make bubbles. Eddie's Metallica record was on in the other room, playing softly.

Your eyes were closed. He was quiet when he entered the room.

"Hey, sweetheart." He greeted, leaning down to kiss your head. "Long day at work?" He asked, as he began shrugging off his jacket.

"Yeah," you responded, but you didn't really want to talk about it. It wasn't worth the waste of air. "How was practice?" You asked him.

"Great!" He grinned at you, "We're getting this new song down. I really think it's the one to make us break out!"

"That's really great, Eddie!" You smiled at him.

"Mind if I join you?" He questioned, his shirt coming off.

You eyed his chest. You always did. He was so… amazingly hot without trying. You nodded, slowly, eyes drifting over his skin, and the scars that laid there. The scars he never talked about. Even when you asked.

His pants fell to the floor with a loud thunk from his belt buckle.

You scooted forward to give him some space and he stepped in behind you and sat, his legs spreading to hold you between them. You leaned back against his chest and sighed, content, as the warmth of his skin pressed against yours.

He kissed your head, and brushed some of your hair back over your shoulder.

"I'm sorry your day wasn't very good, princess." He pet your hair back. "But you know, I'm proud of you. You work so hard for us. For me."

"I know," you responded. You made most of the money in the relationship, letting Eddie focus on his music. You supported him, truly, but sometimes, on days when it was particularly hard, you wished he would get a real job. He brought in some money with dealing, but it wasn't always a lot.

"Let me help you relax?" He asked, kissing your cheek softly as his hand slid beneath the waters edge and gently teased the skin of your thighs.

You were already getting wet for him. Just from that simple touch. Heat began to pool between your legs, and you nodded.

"Good girl," he whispered to you, and slid his fingers between your folds.

His middle finger found your clit and rubbed a few circles over it, enjoying the way your back arched into him. Your head dropped back against his shoulder as you lifted your knees, your hands grasping at his thighs to keep yourself contained.

"No, no, c'mon baby girl…let me hear those pretty moans." He mused to you, nuzzling your cheek with his nose.

Your lips parted in a soft moan, digging your nails into his thighs.

Slowly, ever so slowly, his other hand trailed up your stomach, your breasts, and gently rested at your throat. He gave you a soft squeeze.

You gasped, arching into his touch even more as he sped up his finger on your clit, flicking it back and forth.

"Is that good, baby?" He asked, his voice a deep tenor in your ear. "You like that?"

"Yes," you gasped out, as he squeezed your throat again. He cut off your airflow for a second before letting you catch your breath again.

Slowly, his finger slid down and slipped between your folds, inserting into you. He curled it, pressing right into that spongey spot inside you that made you cry out softly.

"Good girl… you're doing so good for me." He breathed into your neck. He added a second finger, pumping them in and out. He slowly finger-fucked you into submission, into a puddle of goo in his arms.

His hand on your throat squeezed for a little longer. Your eyes closed, pussy clenching around his fingers as you choked out a moan. God, he knew exactly how to work you. How to get you dripping wet and needy for his cock.

He released his hold on your throat again, and you let out a louder moan - your hips pressing into his fingers.

You wanted more.

"Please, Eddie-" you moaned out.

"Please, what, baby?" He asked, nibbling softly on your earlobe.

"More. I need more-" you whined.

He slipped in a third finger and you just about lost your shit.

He squeezed your throat, his fingers working you faster.

"C'mon, baby, you can cum for me… be a good girl and cum for me." He cooed into your ear, his hot breath hitting your neck.

Your legs twitched and shook as the heat pooled between your legs and you nodded, a whine leaving your lips as he pushed you over the edge with his fingers.

"Fuck!" You choked out, body tensing up as your pussy clenched on his fingers over and over, trying to milk them for something they didn't have.

Slowly, he released your throat and slid his fingers from your cunt. He kissed your neck as you came down from your high.

You panted softly, slowly standing with shaking legs. You got out, not bothering to dry off as you walked towards your bedroom. You dropped down onto the bed.

Eddie followed, a smirk on his lips. "What, slut? Desperate for my cock, now?" He asked as he towered over you.

You nodded, your cheeks flushed.

"What a dirty, dirty girl. Lay on your belly." He patted your cheek and walked away for a moment.

You bit your lip as you waited for him to come back, laying on your stomach with your ass up in the air. You didn't dare move, you knew he'd punish you if you did.

It took him a few minutes, but he came back into the room with a rope. He situated himself behind you and grabbed your arms, pulling them behind your back. He wrapped the roap around your wrists expertly and tied them up in a knot. He tugged at the rope, making sure you couldn't get out of it easily, and then grabbed your hips.

He leaned down and harshly bit your ass. You squealed, bucking your hips back softly.

He loved how pliable you were for him. How he could do anything to you, and you would just let him.

He squeezed your hips tightly, grabbing his cock in one hand and teasing your folds with it, before he slid into your sopping wet cunt. He groaned lowly, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise.

"Good girl…good fuckin' girl." He reached up and grabbed a handful of your hair, tugging it back hard enough to make you lift your chest off of the bed as you cried out. It only sent more heat to your pussy and you rolled your hips back.

He stilled you. "Did I say you could do that, slut?" He spat. "Daddy's gonna have to punish you for that." And he pulled out.

You whimpered at the loss.

He slapped your ass hard enough to leave a red handprint in his wake and got off of the bed. He retrieved a riding crop and brought it over, slapping over your ass with it.

You cried out loudly, your chest and face dropping to the bed again.

He teased your pussy with it before giving it a good slap. Your body jolted forward at the pain, and you whined.

"I'm sorry .. I'm sorry.." you whimpered, shivering.

"Are you really sorry, slut?" He asked, slapping the crop down over your arms.

"Yes!" You cried out, tears stinging your eyes. "I'm sorry daddy, please!"

"Good girl."

The crop was tossed to the side as he climbed back up into the bed and resituated himself behind you. He took his cock in hand once more and pressed into you, groaning when he was fully sheathed.

You didn't rock back this time, as much as you wanted to.

"You want me to ruin this dirty pussy of yours?" He asked, squeezing your hips again.

"Yes, please." You whimpered, turning your head to try and see him.

He started fucking you, then. Not holding back for anything as his cock pumped into you and straight into your g-spot. Your back arched as you cried out, not daring to move as he fucked harshly into you.

Pleasure mixed with pain as he pulled roughly at your hair again and slapped your ass.

"Such a greedy little pussy, huh? Who does it belong to?"

"You!" You cried out. "Eddie! My pussy belongs to you!" You knew well enough what he liked to hear.

"Good girl." He chuckled mischievously as he continued to fuck roughly into you.

He groaned and grunted, his cock pressing into your sweet spot with every thrust. You were already so close again, so close to that cusp.

And it hit you heavy, like a wave. On a pull out to slam back into you, your body tensed up and liquid shot from your urethra as you came, spattering your squirt onto Eddie's stomach and onto the bed.

You screamed.

"Good girl…good fucking girl." Eddie praised you as he slid back into you. He continued his movements, using you for his pleasure for another few minutes before he came with a low groan, filling you up to the brim with his seed.

You could feel the thick ropes of cum painting your walls as his cock twitched. You moaned, lifting your hips softly.

He slowly, gingerly, untied your arms as he panted. He brushed his hair off of his forehead before rolling you onto your side and wrapping you up in his arms.

"You okay, sweetie?" He asked, kissing your lips softly.

You could barely kiss back, your mind goo. You nodded softly.

He chuckled, kissing your forehead as he pulled you close and softly pet your hair back.

God, you fucking loved this man.

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scoopsahoy · 1 year

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hey renee! I know you haven't been active for a little bit but whenever you do come back i have a fanfic request. maybe something where you and eddie have been dating in secret because your parents are stuck up and care about their reputation, but they find out and make you break up with him. but you love each other so much that you wanna get married someday. then he shows up at your house and the two of y'all fuck and it's so gentle and loving. preferably from a woman's pov. thanks!

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It’d been a long week in Hawkins without Eddie. The two of you thought you did a good job of hiding your relationship and being as secretive as possible, but you’d gotten caught by your mom, who walked in on you on top of him in just your bra and underwear.

Considering you had to keep your relationship from them, you weren’t surprised that you got yelled at for being with him, despite both of you being twenty years old. They had always been concerned with their social standing, and they didn’t like that he lived in a trailer, that he had tattoos and long hair, that he listened to rock music and played electric guitar, or that he didn’t get straight A’s. They told you in front of him that if their daughter was dating someone “like him”, it would destroy their reputation.

Breaking up with him was the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do. You’d never felt this way about anyone, and the two of you had even talked about your future and possibly getting married which, for him, was a big deal. He’d said a few times that he’d been mostly against marriage for himself, believing it to be an unnecessary and stupid method to profess your love for someone and that it was something he was never interested in until he met you.

And, unbeknownst to you, he’d even gotten his grandmother’s ring and kept it in his sock drawer until just the right moment. The two of you were only twenty, so he had plenty of time to pop the question, but he wanted to be prepared.

Driving home with your passenger seat empty had been a strange feeling all week. Eddie was usually there, air-guitaring along to whatever song was playing on the radio or cassette he chose, usually Metallica.

But he wasn’t in your passenger seat tonight. Instead, he’d spent all week in bed, which concerned his uncle Wayne. He’d been broken up with by the woman who made his heart skip a beat when he thought of her, or who made him want to cry with pure love.

And he decided that this relationship wasn’t over just because your parents were more concerned about their public image than their daughter’s happiness. He knew that your parents worked the night shift and that you were the only one home, meaning that he wouldn’t have to confront them if he showed up.

So he took a deep breath before jumping in his van and speeding over to your house.

You were folding clothes on your bed when you heard the front door open and shut, assuming it was one of your parents coming home early from work. You wiped the tears staining your cheeks and hoped to avoid a long, self-preserving conversation with one of them.

Your door opened and you heard footsteps enter the room a few seconds before the door shut again.

“If you’re here to tell me that this is what’s best for the family and that you only did this to protect me, I’m not interested,” you stated as you put a shirt on a hanger.

“No, I’m not here for that.”

You turned around to see Eddie standing there, his hands in his pockets. You could tell that he’d also been crying, something he didn’t do much of.

“Eddie,” you whispered. You looked at each other for a moment before you turned back around, continuing to work on the pile of clothes. In your normal voice, you said, “You shouldn’t be here.”

He couldn’t see your face, but he continued talking. “I know.” He slowly began walking over to you, stopping when he was a few feet away.

“We can’t see each other anymore.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it.”

You hesitated. “Trust me. I know.”

“Y/N… I can’t do this.”

“Do what?”

“This. Break up. Neither of us wants this.”

“Yeah, well, my parents give more of a shit about what the public thinks about them than what I want. Just like when I was growing up and they would buy me stupid expensive clothes and gifts for my birthday and holidays instead of the ones I wanted so they could pretend they were rich. It wasn’t for me, and it wasn’t even for them. It was for everyone else, to impress them. And now they’re trying to control who I’m with so they can impress everyone else.”

“You’re an adult. You can decide who you’re with.”

“It’s not that simple, Eddie.”

“Why not?”

You shook your head. “It just isn’t.”

He moved closer, placing his hands on your upper arms. You froze, dropping the pair of jeans you were folding.

He turned you around and lifted your chin to make you look into his eyes.

“I love you,” he whispered. “I fell in love with you as soon as I met you. When you helped me find my class freshman year. You remember that?” You nodded. “What about when you invited me over to eat lunch with you because we were both alone? Remember that?”

“Yeah. I remember.” Your voice was quiet now, almost apologetic. “I remember all of it.”

“What about when you recruited members for Hellfire?” You nodded. “And you helped me really understand how to play Dungeons & Dragons?”

“I remember.”

“Me too. I remember all of it like it was yesterday. I remember realizing I was in love with you even though I swore I would never fall in love. I thought love was dumb and for people who settled. But you changed my mind. You did that. You singlehandedly changed my opinion on love and marriage and all that sappy shit. And now all I want to do is spend the rest of my life with you.”

You gripped his face with both hands and pulled him in for a kiss, feeling a tear drip down your cheek. His hands landed on your back and drew your torso in closer to him. You kissed him for a few more seconds before pulling away, putting a few inches between the two of you.

His expression turned sad, his eyes growing gentle.

“I’m sorry, Eddie. I just… I can’t.” You slowly spun back around, wiping your cheek. You crossed your arms, letting out a silent sob and sniffling. “You should go.” It felt like someone stuck a dagger through your heart as you said that, and it only made you cry harder.

He closed the gap between you, his hands gently gripping your sides.

“I’ve known you for a few years now, and I know when you’re lying.”

He was right. Your words told him to leave, but your heart yearned for him, and it felt like it would beat out of your chest.

He pulled the hair off of your left shoulder and pressed his lips to your neck. Your eyes automatically shut as you let out a shaky breath. Instinctively, you laid your head back on his shoulder.

His arms wrapped around you, the palm of one of his hands laid flat against your ribs, the other laid flat above your belly button. Your arms settled on top of his and you gripped them by his wrists.

“Eddie,” you whispered, almost in a moan. His kisses trailed up to your jaw, and then to your cheek. “Please.”

You weren’t sure what you were asking for, but he seemed to know. His right hand reached down to untie the drawstring of your shorts before slipping inside of them, and you let out a soft gasp as his fingers pressed to the spot where you needed his touch the most.

Your hips bucked backward, your ass pressing into his crotch. One of your hands gripped the arm around your ribs, and the other held onto the one whose hand was in your pants.

Your jaw slowly dropped and your breath quickened as he continued kissing your neck. His fingers were moving slowly, almost too slow. It made your entire body feel like it was on fire, and you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, grinding into his hand. “Faster, please. I need- shit. I need you to go faster.”

He pulled his hand away and you pouted for a few seconds before he spun you around. His hands slid to the backs of your thighs and he picked you up, and your legs wrapped around him. He lowered you down onto the bed, swiping his hand into the laundry, sending most of it flying onto the floor.

You pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it in the same direction as the other clothes. His lips immediately attached themselves to your chest and left wet kisses on your skin. He hooked his fingers under your shorts and pulled them and your underwear off in one move, dropping them somewhere on the floor. You scooted up the bed and rotated so your head laid on the pillow and he could also lay comfortably.

He kissed up your inner thighs, his hands gripping the tops of them. The closer he got to your clit, the more the lack of friction made you want to scream.

You knew he knew how to tease you, but right now all you wanted was him.

The second he touched his tongue to the oh-so-sensitive bud, you melted under him. You shakily moaned and closed your eyes, throwing your head back.

“Fuck,” you whispered.

One of your hands reached down and tangled itself in his hair, and the other held onto one of his. He stared up at you, watching you writhe in pleasure.

He always loved eating you out, and had even told you that it was his favorite thing to do to you. He loved being able to make you feel so good with just his mouth, and he really loved seeing you after three or four orgasms when you were in a state of euphoria and how much you soaked the bedsheets.

So he was a little bit surprised when you stopped him.

“I need you inside me,” you begged. “Please.”

You sat up slightly as he stripped and turned over to reach into your nightstand, pulling out a condom and opening it for him. He wasted no time sliding it on and positioning himself above you, sliding his cock over your clit a few times. He kissed you deeply and you moaned into his mouth as he slowly pressed into you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck to keep his mouth on yours. One of his hands gripped your thigh and squeezed it tightly, keeping your hip bent to give him deeper access.

You didn’t lose your virginity to Eddie. You lost it to a boy in your geometry class sophomore year of high school when he came over to study with you for a test. It was underwhelming, to say the least, and it made you nervous to have sex again.

But with Eddie, it came naturally. He didn’t push you to have sex the first time, instead letting you initiate it. And it wasn’t that long into your relationship. He’d driven the two of you out to the woods in a spot with a clearing where he liked to go smoke sometimes and watch the sunset.

You kissed him at one point and didn’t stop, eventually in his lap in the driver’s seat. You accidentally blew the horn and suggested you move it to the back of his van, where he had some blankets and pillows laid out.

You didn’t expect it to be as nice as it was, but he paid attention to you and what you wanted. And he lasted much longer than the first boy.

You whimpered Eddie’s name in his ear and he grunted, still kissing your neck. The interrupted stimulation from him eating you out made you extra sensitive, and you could tell that you weren’t going to last much longer.

And when he began thrusting faster, you couldn’t help your pussy from squeezing him tightly.

“Shit,” he moaned, the extra tightness making his hips falter for a few seconds.

He picked up speed again and the bedframe began hitting the wall, but you could barely hear it over the sound of your blended moans and skin slapping against skin.

You almost jumped out of your skin at the feeling of him fingering you. He usually didn’t do this unless he was about to cum and you hadn’t yet, or unless he wanted you to cum more than once before him.

“Are you close?” you asked in a strained voice.

“No, I just want you to.”

Your heels pressed into the backs of his thighs as your right hand gripped his shoulder tightly. His fingers traced circles as quickly as possible and you felt like you couldn’t breathe as your orgasm built quickly.

He stopped kissing your neck and looked at you. “Cum for me, baby,” he commanded. He watched your expression change as you quickly went over the edge as your entire body trembled and your eyebrows contorted upward.

You were practically screaming as he fucked you through your orgasm, your nails pressing into his skin. He made sure to drag it out until you came down from your high, slowing down to a complete stop.

He looked at you with a smile on his face, chuckling when you opened your eyes. You were both short of breath, but you pulled him down to kiss him.

A few seconds later, he began thrusting again, but you rolled him over so you could be on top. He scooted both of you backward so he could sit back against the wall.

He gripped your hips tightly as you began to bounce quickly on him. You leaned down and kissed him, holding his face where it was. You both kept your eyes shut and moaned into each others’ mouths.

“God,” he grunted. His fingertips were pressed into your skin and his grip began to strengthen.

He usually finished faster when you were on top, and you could tell his was getting close.

“That’s it,” you whispered. “You gonna cum?” He nodded quickly, his moans getting even louder. “Cum for me, Eddie.”

You kept your foreheads together and he closed the gap between your bodies, holding you tightly. He thrust his hips into you as you bounced, shakily moaning as he released into the condom.

Neither of you moved for a moment, but you panted in tandem with each other. Once he calmed down a bit, he kissed you gently.

“I love you,” he said tiredly. “So much.”

“I love you, too.”

You pulled yourself off of him and he stripped the condom off, tossed it in your trash can next to your bed, then grabbed a tissue to clean himself off.

You sat in front of him and pulled your knees into your chest. You just looked at each other and he smiled.

“At least nobody walked in on us this time,” you said.

“Yeah, tell me about it.” Silence for a few seconds.

“What are you staring at me for?”

He shook his head with a small smile. “Move in with me.”

You furrowed your brows. “What?”

“Move in with me. You can bring all your stuff.”

“Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack.”

“Don’t you have to ask your uncle?”

“He told me to ask you. He likes you a lot.”

You smiled, getting up on your knees and crawling over to him.

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure about anything.”

You kissed him. “I’d love to.”

“Yeah?” he asked with a smile.

“Yeah.”

Within a few seconds, you were on your back with Eddie showering you with kisses.

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thedoctorisinlove · 2 years

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sleeping with eddie munson?,, not smut just like actual sleeping lol

eddie munson ; sleeping headcanons

genre : fluff

pairing : eddie munson x gender neutral reader

disclaimer : none

author's note : thank you so much for the request anon! i apologize since this is so short compared to my other works but nonetheless, i hope you enjoy. :)

⋆ sleeping with eddie munson is the most comforting feeling in the entire world but also uncomfortable in a way?

⋆ this man is a literal manchild. he cannot sleep unless he's holding or clutching onto something, which is when you come into play. he'll be holding onto your waist and pulling you close to him the entire night.

⋆ you literally can't get out of his death grip without making this man up. he's such a light sleeper, he wakes up to any literal sudden movement or sound. if you wake him up, he literally can't go back to sleep for a few more hours. so good luck if you want to take a piss in the middle of the night. 😭

⋆ so you basically have to be stiff as a board sleeping with him. maybe your leg will go sore and you desperately need air but it's okay, anything for eddie munson 🤞.

⋆ if your back is facing back, he'll be giving you lots of kisses at the back of your head. especially if you're sleeping, his kisses are more apparent once you're unconscious. he'd also kiss the sides of your cheek whenever he pleases and your neck, god protect your neck from this man. he'll be giving you a lot of neck kisses because he knows you're easily ticklish. maybe tease you a bit by sucking on your neck for awhile. totally would be the type to nuzzle his nose on your neck as well, just inhaling your scent calms him.

⋆ if you both are having trouble sleeping, honestly just draw circles on his skin. it helps him feel tired having your skin on him in a loop. but most nights when you both are struggling, you guys will both be on the bed staring at the dark ceiling talking about whatever until one of you drift off. it can be hours and hours of talking about some deep shit or stupid gossip. eddie always finds a place to crack some jokes in every now and then as well.

⋆ eddie tells you "i love you" every night. it's like if he doesn't tell you that before sleeping, he just can't. it's technically a routine for him at this point, he feels weird if he doesn't tell you he loves you every night. maybe his voice will be a bit slurred and woozy but he always make sure his words are clear (in a way or trying his best😭). he's the most vulnerable at night.

⋆ eddie is surprisingly an early riser. he's always the one to be awake every morning. however, he won't go anywhere but just stay in bed before you wake up. even if he's going to run late for school, he's like "nah nah my s/o is more important." would give you morning kisses but tease you for it, however if you become self conscious because of his comments, he'll make it up to you by giving you more morning kisses. the thought he made you insecure by his own comments breaks his heart, he doesn't want to hurt you.

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bardicfrustration · 1 year

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Rescue

Eddie comes home with his hands full, an Extra Large Slurpee in one hand and a bundle of wiggling cloth in the other.

"Hey Eddie? Whatcha got there?" You ask from the couch.

He looks pointedly at the slurpee, holding it out to you, "I got you your favorite! Y'know. Because I love you. And you're awesome. The absolute best." He says with a guilty grin, trying to wrangle the squirming mass in his other arm behind him, out of your line of sight.

You get up and crowd him against the door, pretending to go for the drink, before you duck under his arms to pull at the blanket.

A sad meooow emerges with a tuft of black fur. It seems like Eddie's hostage was sad to leave its burrito of warmth.

You give Eddie a hard look (you had asked Eddie before if he would want to get a cat and he moaned and groaned about how much work it would be to take care of) before you pick the kitten up from his arm and coo.

"Hello little guy! You're so small!" You waggle your fingers in front of its face, paws trying their best to capture it's prey. You give your boyfriend the most gentle, "Eddie what the fuck?"

He takes a sip of his icy bribe, shrugging and trying not to stare so intently at how sweetly you held the animal in your arms, "It was left in a wet cardboard box on the fucking side of the road. I couldn't just leave it alone to get eaten in one gulp by a bear."

You sigh and look up at his big baby cow eyes. You can't say no now. The black kitten and Eddie combined are going to turn you into a puddle of mush.

"What should we name it?" You concede.

Eddie pokes his finger besides yours, tickling the fuzzy belly worming its best into your grasp. "I'm thinkin' Frodo."

You can't help the grin on your face reflecting Eddie's, "Yeah. He's little and squirrelly. Joining us on the adventure." Eddie wraps his arm around you, closing in the circle of your little family.

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simplyundeniable98 · 1 year

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Let Me Go *E.M*

Synopsis ~ Eddie Munson was perfect. Perfect boyfriend, perfect musician, the perfect man. Until he wasn't.

Warnings ~ lots and lots of angst :), cheating, dishonesty, brief mention of sex, mention of alcohol and drug consumption, curse words, use of y/n, reader standing up for themselves as they should, no happy ending? (to be determined.)

Word Count: 1.8k

Hawkins was a dreary shithole. The town was meant to chew you up and spit you right back out with no remorse. Everything was plain. Ordinary. A seeming picture-perfect town with picture-perfect residents who followed all of the rules, colored inside the lines, and fit in perfectly.

But not Eddie. Your Eddie.

Eddie Munson had squeezed his way into your dreary little life and made everything just a little bit brighter. More bearable. The once dull town seemed less and less dull by the day as you spent more time with the boy. He showed you things no one else had ever bothered to do before. Made you feel things no one has ever made you feel before.

He was your first everything. First boyfriend, first kiss, first love, the list goes on. Eddie Munson had your heart cradled in the palms of his guitar-calloused hands.

It was so perfect. Too perfect. Eddie Munson said he'd love you until the day he dropped dead.

After the treacherous years of high school, all of the endless band practices, and countless shows at shitty bars filled with drunk old men and underage teenagers, Eddies band finally caught some attention.

Turns out, a producer out of Indianapolis just happened to stop for a drink on his way out of town the night Corroded Coffin was playing. He thought the band had potential and so Eddie signed the contract that night. The world was finally going to see your Eddie the way he deserved.

God, he was so excited. You both could barely contain your excitement on the way back to his trailer, giggling all the way into his bedroom. He whispered promises of the future the two of you would soon have as he fucked you into his sheets. The night was filled with love and excitement.

Corroded Coffin's pitiful audience of five drunks soon turned into sold out tickets, crazy obsessed fans, and radio shoutouts.

City after city. State after state. You followed. Every album, Every song, every recording, every single show. You were there. You stood on the sidelines cheering on your boyfriend as if you were his biggest fan. And truth be told, you were.

He always looked so carefree. His unruly curls whipped around him as he thrashed around. He was in his element. And he looked damn good doing it.

You were beaming with pride. Seeing Eddie on that stage never got old. It was like a completely different person took over when he hit that stage. He was born to perform, you knew that for a fact. This was the life he was supposed to live. Eddie the freak Munson was long gone.

That night in Cincinnati had been no different. As always, he left you in his dressing room with a quick peck to the lips mumbling "meet me back here after the show sweetheart" and then he left to join the band backstage to do their usual pre-game of god knows what. You had learned to stop asking. It was better to assume that Eddie knew his limits than to question him.

You made your way to the audience where you stood front and center waiting to watch the all too familiar set you had heard the last three nights that week. You never complained. You'd do anything for Eddie, and if this was his dream then you were gonna do everything you could to support him.

The show went well. Everything had gone as planned as the band finished off their last song and said their goodbyes. Getting through the countless metalhead, groupies, and wads of smoke was always the difficult part.

After about 30 minutes of weaving in and out of endless fans and staff, you finally got backstage as you made your way down the hallway passing Gareth as he had a brunette pushed up against the wall.

He broke away from the girl as you stepped aside to pass him. "wait y/n don't go in there" he reached out for your arm as you turned to look at him confused. "he's uh-" he stopped and swallowed "he's getting changed" you laughed. A little confused as you remove your arm from his grasp. "It's fine Gareth, nothing I haven't seen before"

Something was clawing from deep within your gut. You couldn't pinpoint exactly what the feeling was but it felt like your heart was caged inside your chest.

Ignoring the anxiety creeping up your chest you grab the dingy metal doorknob and twist pushing the door open enough for you to peek through.

Your breath caught in your throat as you took in what was in front of you. Eddie sat spread on the couch and draped over his lap was a girl that was definitely not you. She was blonde and her hair was teased, and she was wearing a god-awful leopard print maxi dress that was pushed up to her hips from what you assumed was from grinding on your boyfriend's dick.

Startled by your entrance like he wasn't the one that told you to come back here to meet him after the show, Eddie frantically pushed the girl off his lap scrambling towards you. "Baby wait I can explain-"

You shook your head closing your eyes to try and rid of the sight before you. "Save it" you spat before turning heel and leaving the room.

It’s funny how time works. It feels like just yesterday the two of you were teenagers again sharing joints on his dingy old couch. Nothing mattered but the two of you. Eddie Munson said he’d love you until the day he dropped dead. And he did. The Eddie that you once knew, the sweet boy that had given you so much of what the cruel world had only wanted to take, was buried six feet under. You were left with the shell of a man that smelled of expensive whiskey and cocaine. Your boy was long gone, taken away by the cruel world that was fame.

As you sped down the hallway you could hear Eddie yell something that sounded a lot like "Get the fuck out of here" and something smashed against the wall.

He didn't follow you. Didn't run after you to try and explain himself. He knew what he did.

That was two months ago.

It had been two months since that dreadful day you still couldn't shake.

You should be over it by now. You moved back to your hometown with the hope of rebuilding the life you left behind to follow Eddie and his dreams. You have that pretty house you've always wanted with the white shutters on Rainy Avenue, and a well-paying job that left you with more than enough money. Everything was perfect. Except you still couldn't that damn night out of your head.

Four years. Four whole years of a relationship thrown down the drain for some groupie he probably was too high to remember the name of.

Eddie Munson never left your mind. He stayed there tucked away. He was branded to you. Stuck like a sickness you couldn't get rid of. He was unforgettable. You had never met anyone like him, and you probably never would for the rest of your life.

Eddie had stayed with the band and finished out his tour. He didn't once try to call. His silence was the confirmation you needed. It was over. You just needed to accept that and finally get the hell over it.

The knock on your door startled you as you set your book down on the coffee table in front of you and got up to answer the door. It was a Sunday afternoon so you weren't sure who would be showing up at your doorstep but you opened the door regardless.

You froze.

Eddie Munson stood on your front doorstep.

You gasped and moved to shut the door in his face. "Wait" he shouted sticking his arm in between the frame and the door. "Please let me explain." You took in a shaky breath moving to the side to let him in.

He looked like shit to put it nicely. His hair was frizzy and messy and he had bags under his eyes that made it look like he hadn't slept in weeks.

Eddie had found out where you lived through Dustin. Although the younger boy was hesitant to tell him after hearing the rumors around town of what Eddie had done, he knew Eddie had the right intentions.

Eddie smiled to himself as Dustin read off the address. You finally got that house you wouldn’t shut up about back when you were teenagers. Every time you passed that house, you would get so excited and tell him “that’s gonna be our house one day Eddie.” His heart clenched at the memory of what the two of you used to be.

"go on, speak" you spat looking into his eyes for the first time in months. He hesitated mouth gaping open like a fish, almost like he wasn't expecting you to be so harsh.

He ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath. "I was drunk. And high. Like really high. I had no clue what I was thinking sweetheart I'm so sorry. I haven't stopped thinking about you since that night, I can't lose you." You sniffled already feeling the familiar burn of tears brim your eyelids.

"I was so shitty to you baby. You were there every time. Every time I needed you, you were right there. I couldn't have asked for a better partner and I took you for granted. Please forgive me. Please, I can't do this without you y/n". His voice started to break as tears started to roll down his cheeks.

You wiped the stray tear off your face taking a step closer to him. "Eddie, do you even know the extent of the shit I've been through because of you" Eddie interrupted grabbing your arm as he took a step forward closing off any extra space between the two of you. "I know baby and I'm sorry I'm so-"

You shook your head bringing your finger to his chest "No Eddie you listen to me. I left everything for you. Everything. I left my home. My Family. Hell, I followed you around like a fucking sick dog while you went and did god knows what while I sat sidelines like one of your little fans." you laughed as he looked down at his feet avoiding your piercing gaze.

"I loved you, Eddie. Hell. I still love you but what you did to me was shitty. I was nothing but supportive of you and you practically spit in my face." He looked up at you. His big brown eyes showing nothing but guilt and regret.

"Baby please forgive me. I'll give it up. All of it. The band, everything. Please just have me back. I need you". You started to cry. You cried for the relationship you once had, you cried for the boy in front of you who made a mistake you weren't sure you could forgive any time soon. You cried because you knew you loved him and no matter what he did that wouldn't change, you cried for the tone of his voice, which was nothing but regretful and pleading. The boy was practically begging you in your own home.

You took a deep breath trying to control your sobs as you spoke through ragged breaths " Eddie you have to let me go." You step back from him "You have to let me let you go". You looked down at the floor, too afraid to look up at him to see his reaction.

"I love you y/n" he spoke softly as he started towards your front door. His voice. God his voice. It sounded so hurt. So broken.

You looked up at the ceiling with the heels of your hands pressed into your eyelids finally letting out the cries you have been longing to release.

Wiping your eyes you start towards your bathroom when you stop in your tracks catching a glimpse of a piece of paper on your coffee table that was definitely not there before Eddie came in.

It was a note with handwriting you knew all too well. There was a number scribbled messily on the top of the page. His number.

"If you ever need anything, my number is right there. I'll wait for you even if it means forever. I love you - Eddie"

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cadavercowboy · 3 months

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Three's Not A Crowd

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie is a big believer in finders keepers, even if it's something he probably should not be keeping.

Word Count: 1.4k+

Warnings: None.

A/N: This is purely self-indulgent. It's a self-insert in the sense that I am Eddie in this situation.

Your first indication of something going on is the inexplicable absence of light. Eddie’s van is clearly parked just outside the trailer so you know he’s inside. Perhaps he’s already asleep, but in all the time you’ve known him, you’ve never once seen his head touch a pillow before 2am. As you climb the steps to the rickety door, your senses are on high alert.

The hinges squeal loudly enough to announce your arrival to anyone with ears within a mile radius. If Eddie was asleep, he probably isn't any longer. You hone in initially on the strong smell of cooked meat and cheese, knowing immediately that it is the aroma of Hamburger Helper: Eddie’s favorite. By all appearances — or scents, rather — he’d recently whipped up a batch in the kitchen. A quick glance in that direction proves that room to be currently empty.

Dropping your belongings on the small table to your left, you toe off your shoes and squint into the darkness of the hallway. Nothing there either. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up suddenly and a prickling sensation that you’re being watched cascades over your shoulders like a foreboding blanket.

Your socked feet glide smoothly as you ever so slowly spin your body round to face the living room. It’s dark in there, almost too dark to see, but you can just barely make out several shapes standing among the shadows. The table with its collection of magazines and dirty coffee cups, the grubby yet annoyingly comfortable loveseat situated to the left of the window, and the velvety red armchair angled caddy-corner on the far side of the trailer.

It’s when your eyes adjust and pick up on an out-of-place lump in the darkness that you finally fumble along the wall behind you until your fingers drag across the switch beside the door you’d just passed through. A yellowish glow fills the room, bathing everything in light and bringing with it the sight of just the man you’d been looking for; the very definition of guilt plastered across his face.

“Hey, Ed,” you greet, words slow with confusion. “What are you doing sitting in the dark?”

You watch as his pink mouth parts and he inhales, eyebrows raised as he prepares to offer a response. His lips wiggle uselessly for several moments, moving cartoonishly as if he’s had to reach far into the depths of his brain to retrieve words from a language he apparently no longer knows how to speak. Almost as quickly as they parted, his lips slam shut and Eddie exhales through his nose in what appears to be some level of frustration.

Eddie’s reaction only furthers your confusion, though you’re distracted by something else altogether now. Bundled in his arms is an orange ball of material and even without being able to see, you can tell it’s the fuzzy Garfield blanket he’s kept since childhood. The end of the tattered fabric drapes across his lap, but it's clear there’s something hidden beneath the rest of the blanket.

Taking one step and then another, you ready yourself to ask what in the world Eddie could have rolled up inside there. Before you get the chance, the object in question moves and you freeze in the center of the room.

Both of Eddie’s arms and hands are well within view and they’re not moving. The only solution your brain can come up with is that Eddie has gone and done something hair-brained and impulsive, like bringing home a puppy or a kitten. Something you haven’t discussed and in all truth, probably can’t really afford right now. You hope that isn’t the case as you don’t think you can stomach his inevitable disappointment if you tell him he has to bring the poor thing back.

Eyes wide, you remain perplexed by whatever it is Eddie is up to. Your mouth hangs slightly open as you try to find the words to voice one of the many questions racing through your mind. A snuffling sound — muffled and frantic — emits from across the room and your arms spread outward in an unspoken inquiry. There’s something almost ominous in the way Eddie's face morphs to make room for an utterly mischievous grin.

“Okay, hold on,” he warns, something sheepish in his tone. “It’s not what it looks like.”

At that exact moment, whatever it is Eddie has trapped in his lap shifts again and the blanket loosens enough for the material to flap open, revealing a portion of what lies hidden underneath. Your brows furrow at the unidentifiable and very furry creature that has begun squirming. All at once, a thick and fluffy tail breaks free from captivity and you immediately recognize the distinct black-and-gray ringed pattern.

“Are you sure?” you ask, the volume of your voice rising as you finally find the wherewithal to respond to Eddie’s previous statement.

“Um. Well…what does it look like?”

“It looks like you somehow wrangled a raccoon and brought it into our house!”

The aforementioned critter chitters noisily then, as if answering on Eddie’s behalf. He at least has the sense to look somewhat apologetic, but the silent glee behind the dark irises of his eyes is undeniable.

“So maybe it’s exactly what it looks like. But…I swear, I can explain!”

The raccoon grows restless, its sounds now resembling more of a grunting growl as it wriggles blindly in Eddie’s grasp. He stands from his perch on the chair and carefully unwraps the mammal until its pointed snout emerges and two large wet black eyes swing in your direction; two eyes about as round and wide as Eddie’s are as he studies you in search of some sort of reaction.

Unfortunately for him, you’re stunned into silence. You have so many questions and very few answers. When Eddie allows the blanket to drop at his feet and you see that the raccoon he holds is a fully grown adult and evidently in no way injured, you have to wonder how the hell he managed to grab the furry scavenger. Sensing your confliction, Eddie shifts the raccoon in his arms and tucks his hands just beneath its front legs.

“Come onnn. Look how cute he is,” Eddie insists. “Little trash man!”

You watch a hopeful smile spread across his boyish face as Eddie raises the plump raccoon and promptly extends his arms in your direction, offering it to you like some kind of giant, furry baby. The raccoon’s round belly swings with the movement and its stumpy back legs dangle limply between the two of you.

He presses his lips together in amusement and you find yourself fighting back your own laugh when he gently sways the raccoon back and forth as if trying to entice you. When the bizarrely human-like fingers on its hands begin grasping at air, you close the distance and timidly take the creature from Eddie.

“Eddie, oh my God,” you hiss under your breath, very aware of how much you sound like a mother scolding her misbehaved child.

But when your hands sink into the warmth of coarse fur and those dexterous little paws grip onto your shirt, any inkling you had to be upset with Eddie evaporates. The raccoon’s tiny and shiny nose wiggles as he sniffs, the leathery surface cold and wet when he presses it to the underside of your chin. One glance at Eddie makes you think he’s mere moments away from clapping his hands and launching into a celebratory jig. With barely restrained joy, he bounces up and down on the balls of his feet as he watches you melt.

“How?” is the only word you can manage as you cradle the remarkably hefty raccoon in your arms.

Eddie regales you with a heroic tale wherein he’d heard a commotion outside the trailer and found your aluminum trash can bereft of its lid with a wonderful surprise trapped within when he peered over the edge. He tells you how he nearly ripped the door off its hinges racing into the trailer to fetch something to trap the wily raccoon and how — to his utmost delight — his new furry friend showed no signs of fear or panic when offered a crumbly handful of browned beef smothered in artificial cheese sauce.

“So we’re gonna keep ‘im, right?” Eddie wonders, his voice drenched in hope. “Because I already named him, so we kinda have to.”

You couldn’t say no even if you somehow wanted to. But the entire argument becomes moot the moment Eddie begins to scratch behind the raccoon’s round-tipped ears, whispering sweetly to him. And when he leans in to kiss the top of his fuzzy head, prompting the raccoon to squint his doll-like eyes, you know the Munson duo just became the Munson trio.

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jasontoddsmommyissues · 1 year

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Eddie Munson is a puppy type boyfriend. For example he:

-Gets super excited to see you when you reunite after not being together for a while. When you come over to the trailer he’s waiting at the door to smother you in kisses when you walk in

-Gets needy and will interrupt whatever you’re doing so you’ll give him attention

-Needs proper stimulation to get his energy out. If he spends all day sitting around doing nothing he’ll start going mental.

-Likes to show off random things he finds. Like you’ll be at the park and he’ll find a cool stick and happily bring it to you with a proud look on his face.

-Snaps at people he doesn’t like, especially when they get to close to you.

-Loves to snuggle up to you on the couch and doze off

-Is just generally energetic, loyal and affectionate.

In conclusion: this man is a puppy in human form

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jamdoughnutmagician · 1 month

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The Boy Is Mine (Claudia's Edition)

this is my entry for @carolmunson 's writing exercise where we all use the same prompts to write a date night fic with Eddie in the trailer.

Very hastily written over last night and this morning, so apologies for any mistakes!

Word Count:1,204

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Wayne had slid Eddie an all-too knowing wink as he made his way out of the trailer door. He had told Eddie that he was taking a small vacation, a fishing trip out of state with some of his old work buddies. Bringing Eddie into a quick hug before leaving Wayne nods towards his nephew.

“You’re the man of the house for the next few days, son, try not to burn down the place whilst i’m gone.”

Eddie nods, his wild curls bouncing as he does.

“Understood.” Eddie smiles. “Now, go! You have fun with your fishing buddies, I can take care of things from here, trust me.”

“Alright alright! I’m going!” Wayne grumbles as he loads his fishing gear into the back of the car before driving away.

“Alright and for zee beautiful lady, my famous spaghetti and meatballs.” Eddie says in his best fancy french accent as he rounds the small dining table, placing a generous plating of pasta in front of you.

Your back sinks against the soft throw pillow plumped against the harsh back of the wooden dining chair.

Eddie had insisted on cooking for you for a special date night, calling you up to come over because he said he had a special surprise planned for you, and to wear something fancy.

So you pulled on your nicest dress from your wardrobe, the dainty blue floral one that you knew Eddie liked seeing you in, if his big brown eyes were any give away, the way they roamed over the expanse of exposed skin every time you wore it.

Excitedly knocking your knuckles against the rickety trailer door you heard the enthusiastic shout from your boyfriend from inside.

“I’ll be there in a minute!” comes his voice, sounding as if he was working very hard behind closed doors.

Suddenly the door swings open and there stands your boyfriend, his messy hair tied back into a loose bun at the nape of his neck, a few stray curls falling down to frame his face. His slender frame is covered in a tight black shirt and his usual dark ripped jeans, but it’s not that that catches your attention, no, it’s the white ‘kiss the cook’ apron decorated with various splotchy stains that has you cocking your head in interest. A small spiral notebook hangs off his apron where it's tied around his waist, looking every part waiter-and-chef all rolled into one.

“Come in, Welcome to Chez Munson” he smiles broadly, his white teeth pulling against the curve of his bottom lip.

“Welcome madame, let me show you to your seat.” he says as he guides you into the small dining area he’s set up in the kitchen, complete with a single rose dropped into an empty coke bottle.

“Eddie..”

“I know, I know, it's just we never really get time to ourselves anymore, we've both been so busy lately, and I just wanted to treat my favourite girl.”

“Eddie, it's perfect!” You beam, leaning up to kiss his cheek, feeling his flushed cheeks smile against your lips.

Just as he's about to sit down in the seat opposite you, he bounces back to his feet.

“I almost forgot!” He babbles as he reaches into the fridge to retrieve a bottle of wine. “Harrington helped me pick it out, but I think he just chose this because there was a picture of an lion on the label” he chuckles.

Then for a brief moment you hear him clinking around in the kitchen cabinets in search of some wine glasses.

“Okay..” he huffs “so, like, I ran out of nice cups, is this okay?” He asks as he places down two mugs on the table. His favourite Garfield mug for him, and a red race-car mug for you, from that time when Wayne took Eddie to the Indy 500 a few years back.

He cracks open the bottle and pours a few drops in each mug, before sitting down opposite you.

“Cheers!” He grins, lifting his mug up.

You clink your mug against his and return his cheer.

You watch as he reaches for the small tub of grated parmesan on the table before sprinkling it on top of his pasta.

“And you like that, huh?” you wrinkle your nose in disgust at his choice of topping.

“What can I say, Sweetheart, I've got a refined palette.” He laughs before twirling up a forkful of noodles.

You dig into your dinner and it's surprisingly delicious. Truly a testament to how hard he'd worked to put together the whole meal for you.

“Y’know, this is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me.” you tell him earnestly.

“Well I just wanted to make you smile, know you’ve been busy working those late night shifts at the diner, and I’m not always the best boyfriend-”

“Aw, no, Honey. Don’t be like that. That’s not true at all.” you stop him before he can discredit himself, and talk himself down, as he often found himself doing.

He looks up at you from underneath his dark eyelashes.

“Eddie, you are the best boyfriend, the only boyfriend, I’ve ever had.” It’s true, you had met Eddie when you were a new student who had just moved into Hawkins and were trying to navigate your way through a new school half-way through the academic year. He was the one who befriended you and that friendship had gone from strength to strength until neither of you could ignore the feelings you both felt for one another anymore.

“But the fact that you have been my only boyfriend, doesn’t mean that you haven’t been the absolute best boyfriend in my eyes. You make me laugh, you’re sweet and kind, you make me feel safe, and most importantly you make me feel so loved.”

He reaches his hand across the table, taking your hand in his and kissing his lips softly against the back of your hand.

“I think the same of you too, Sweetheart. You’re it for me. You’re my forever girl. Want you in my life always, I mean it.”

“And now for dessert.” he says as he places down a slice of vanilla sponge cake, complete with gooey vanilla frosting and a cherry on top. “Although I can’t claim this one as my own, compliments go to the bakers at Walmart for this one.”

As you both enjoy your desserts in comfortable silence, you can’t help but let your foot trail up his leg underneath the table, teasingly playing with him whilst you smile innocently at him from across the table.

“If you don’t stop that, we’re going to have a problem here, Sweetheart.” his voice drops to a husky low rumble, his pink lips curving into a smile.

“Maybe, I want something else for dessert too..” you tease him.

“Let me clear away these plates, you go ahead and wait in the bedroom. I’ve been dying to rip that dress off you since you stepped through the door.” he smirks, his dark eyes raking over you.

Excitedly you jump up from your seat, and make your way over to him, kissing him on his cheek before whispering in his ear.

“Don’t keep me waiting, Teddy.”

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ladymercury8 · 2 years

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Distracted | Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You and Eddie really should be studying, but for some reason you’re just so much more interesting than trigonometry. [0.7k]

Warnings: No spoilers. Fluff. Minor cursing.

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“Eddie,” you repeated sternly, turning your head in a gentle scowl that vanished instantly upon meeting his doe brown eyes. His hand, which had been toying with your hair, mysteriously vanished at the speed of light.

Both of you were seated on his bed; you lying on your stomach, knees bent, bare feet in the air.

“What?” He feigned, a smirk growing on his lips. He bit down in an effort to suppress his smile, to maintain the act.

“Math test tomorrow?” You, on the other hand, couldn’t stop the smile on your lips.

“Life’s too short for math, sweetheart. I’d rather spend it looking at this pretty face,” he poked your cheek playfully.

“But unless you graduate, you won’t have the liberty to be spending time with ‘this pretty face’, so I suggest focusing.” You turned away, continuing with the worksheet, pencil balanced in between your teeth.

It must have been thirty seconds before you felt hot kisses trailing the back of your neck, swerving left, down the curve of your shoulder blade, following the column of your exposed spine. Soft lips. Tentative hands gracing your waist. Wisps of curly hair tickling you.

“Eds,” you regretfully flipped over, grabbing his face in your hands.

“Can we come to a compromise?” He brought his arms to either side of you, hovering above your frame, dangerously inclining downwards.

“Finish the worksheet,” you placed a quick kiss on his lips, dodging his chasing ones, “and I’m all yours.”

“I like that deal, princess,” he nudged his nose against yours, as if shaking your hand in concurrence. For a moment he scanned your face, absorbing your features before jumping back up.

He huffed, raised his worksheet in the air, glared at it in annoyance before dropping it back on the bed. He groaned in defeat. “It just doesn’t make sense, Y/N/N,” he mumbled.

“What doesn’t, hun?” You sat up with him, pulling his paper towards you, your thumb over his.

“Fucking triangles, that’s what… I’m just dumb for this shit.” Eddie looked away. “You’re not dumb,” you tapped his bicep gently until he looked over at you. “You’re not. Math is just unnecessary. Here,” you pushed yourself off the bed, spinning around and looking before sliding over to Eddie’s guitar, picking up his chain with the guitar pick dangling on it. “This is a triangle, right?”

“Mhmmm,” he drawled.

You sat back down, placing the pick above the problem he seemed to be stuck on.

“To find this angle,” you gestured to the worksheet and then the pick, “we need to use the sine rule.”

“Yup,” he popped the ‘p’.

“And the sine rule states," you picked up your notebook, reading verbatim what the teacher had stated except with much less conviction, "that sine of A divided by the length of A, is equal to sine of B divided by the length of B.”

You looked over at him, only to find Eddie’s eyes glued on your face, completely disregarding the math. “Over here, loverboy,” you gently pushed his face to look at the worksheet, and he puckishly pretended that he was going to bite your hand.

Together, you both managed to solve the problem, a little whoop of triumph escaping from his lips at doing so.

“Shit, they should teach like this at school,” he grinned, scrambling to finish the rest, using his pick as a guide. Even helping you when you struggled. Leaving the same questions blank.

And sure enough, Eddie was soon presenting you with a nearly fully answered worksheet and a bright smile, even before you had managed to complete your own work.

You shook your head with a grin, “Whatever others may say, Munson, you’re smart.”

“Or I just have a really good teacher,” he grinned, tackling you onto the bedsheets. He yanked his chain from off the bed, lifting your hair and encircling your neck with it, the pick resting against your collarbones. He traced it on your skin, and then commenced with covering every inch of you with kisses. Your muscles, your bones, your ligaments and tendons.

“Gonna graduate this year, huh?” You whispered, pulling him up, guiding him to your lips. The smell of his cologne and the faint traces of a joint. His cold rings against your jaw.

“This is my year. I can feel it, baby,” he mumbled, chapped lips against soft ones. Knees knocking, breaths mingling, eyes shut. Chests panting, blood boiling, goosebumps tingling.

“Let’s make it ours.”

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Thank you for reading! x

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hellfirexhoe · 1 year

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Death of Me: Chapter 15 - A Very Special Meeting of the Hellfire Club

Chapter 15 | Series Masterlist

3,794 words

Warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI, pregnancy, childbirth, fluff.

October 31st 1986.

If you thought you were miserable during your first trimester, boy were you unprepared for going a week past your due date.

You're fairly certain that raspberries may go extinct at the rate you're chugging cups of raspberry leaf tea. Not that you care. Stupid raspberries.

Eddie had taken you on miles long meanders in the woods around Hawkins, trying to hold a conversation with you that wouldn't end in you frustrated. You appreciate the effort but still, stupid walks.

Your mother had said castor oil was a great way to get things moving. You didn't have time to find out before the oily substance on your tongue made you vomit. Stupid oil.

You woke up this morning particularly irritable, stomping around the house until Eddie finally dared to ask what was bothering you so. You'd shot him a death glare and then pointed at your stomach,

"He's supposed to be here. We were told the 23rd."

"I know sweetheart, but maybe he's just super cosy in there and isn't ready to leave yet. But we'll get to meet him soon." Eddie gives you a soft smile and you groan,

"Spare me that crap. I just want him off my bladder." You growl the last words as your son helpfully pushes down on your bladder as though to illustrate your point.

Eddie tries to give you a sympathetic smile but it doesn't win you over, you're uncomfortable and sore and you feel like you haven't slept in months.

"You don't have to come with me tonight, I really don't mind if you want to stay home and get some rest, maybe a bubble bath."

"Two things," You hold up your fingers, "One, I can't drive myself to the hospital if your son decides he wants to make an appearance. Two, there is no way on God's green earth I'm going to be able to fit into that tub right now." You rummage through the cupboard, locating your coffee mug with ease. Eddie learned the hard way that your caffeine intake was not his to police while you were sleeping so poorly. A tiny foot in the ribs doesn't exactly send you off into a dreamless sleep.

Eddie comes over to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, the other rubbing your stomach soothingly.

"Ugh you smell like water." You grumble and wrinkle your nose while Eddie stands baffled,

"What the hell does water smell like?"

"I don't know but you just do!" Eddie bites back a chuckle, knowing you'll bite his head off if he does.

"Okay I'm going to go shower and see if that somehow makes me smell less like water. Do you want me to help you with your costume when I'm done?"

"You're going to have to squeeze me into it, I feel like I've swallowed a planet."

The zip glides smoothly up your back as Eddie finishes helping you get dressed, mercifully you’d picked a much larger size, meaning Eddie did not have to “grease you up” as he kindly offered. You sit on the edge of the bed and he kneels down to help you slip your feet into your shoes, a small frown crossing his face, placing the shoes back down beside him and switching to rubbing your feet, a quiet tut leaving his mouth,

"You're been on your feet too much again." He gently chides, it's coming from a place of concern, not control.

"Well how else am I going to walk this baby out?" You lean back onto a pillow you hastily shove behind you, sighing as Eddie’s hands work over your sore feet, relaxing the muscles and helping the painful swelling on your feet reduce. You shut your eyes and let another long sigh go,

“Better?”

“Don’t be smug about it.” Eddie laughs and you smile, “Alright if you don’t stop now I’m going to have to insist you cancel tonight and carry on.”

“Sorry guys, no game tonight. Fiancee’s feet hurt so I’m spending the evening taking care of her? Yeah what an asshole I’d be.” Eddie places your shoes onto your feet gently and stands up, holding out a hand to help you up.

“Five more minutes.” You pout and Eddie lets his hand drop, shrugging,

“Fine but then you miss out on watching me stab myself in the eye multiple times.” Eddie ducks into the bathroom as he calls out to you.

“It’s just not that difficult to do Eddie, how many times do I have to do your makeup for you?” You eventually manage to pull yourself off the bed and waddle into the bathroom watching as he immediately pulls his lower lid down,

“Absolutely not. Put the pencil down Munson.” You had explained so many times that doing that was going to cause premature aging around his eyes but he just doesn’t listen, insisting this was the only way he could put eyeliner on. You take the pencil from his hand and turn his head to yours, rolling your eyes at the satisfied grin on his face. To his credit, Eddie keeps still as he squats down so you can reach his eyes with ease, and is able to fight the instinct to back away from the invading black pencil rimming his eyes.

“Okay, there. Not difficult.” You step back and let Eddie admire his lined eyes in the mirror, grinning at your handiwork as he inspects it.

“Thank you sweetheart.” Eddie smooches the top of your head, “Now where are those fangs?”

He rummages through the bag he’s haphazardly thrown onto the counter and produces a plastic pack of fangs.

“Eddie, those are going to shred your gums to pieces, what happened to the caps I found?”

“The caps were cool, but these glow in the dark.” Eddie switches the light off as he speaks and produces another pack of faintly green teeth and offers them to you.

“Nope, I’m sticking with my caps, have fun wrecking your gums though.”

“Your losh.” Eddie struggles with the plastic encasing his teeth, but you can see he’s grinning in the dark thanks to the glow of the teeth.

You switch the light back on and gently bump him aside so you can better see the mirror for placing the fang caps over your teeth. The putty tastes vile but secures them comfortably and means you can still talk without sounding insane. You spot Eddie rummaging in the bag once more and he produces a frankly ridiculous amount of fake blood.

“I thought we were both going as vampires? You going as Carrie or something?” Eddie laughs as you watch him with a raised eyebrow,

“I got a good deal.”

“I’d hope so, that jug is getting passed down to our grandkids.”

Eddie dips a q-tip into the jug and dabs two marks on your neck, dragging the soaked cotton along your skin to emulate a trickle of blood. You shudder at the sticky sensation but in the mirror you have to admit it looks realistic.

“Okay now do me.”

“Eddie… we have plans.” You joke, it takes him a split second to grasp your meaning but he does,

“I meant the fake blood, idiot.” Eddie teases as he presents you with a q tip and tilts his neck for you.

“What if I just draw a dick on your neck right now?”

“You’re a menace. I’m trusting you to behave.”

You’re the first to the Wheeler’s house, aside from the Wheeler’s of course. Nancy answers the door, dressed as a witch, complete with pointy hat and broomstick. As you head into the basement you see Mike, with an alarming amount of gel through his hair, slicking it back. You tilt your head on the side unable to place the costume inspiration, he notices your stare,

“It will make sense when El gets here.”

“You’re gonna die when you realise.” Nancy laughs as she moves more chairs around the table and then beckons you upstairs with her. “No baby yet then?”

“Shit, we left him at home.” You deadpan and then laugh,

“Sorry, stupid question huh?”

“It’s okay, but if he doesn’t come soon I am sending him to a bad school.”

A doorbell interrupts you and you see a sliver of orange and white in the gap between Nancy and the door, Nancy is nearly on the floor with giggles and steps aside to allow Dustin in, Dustin who is wearing a gigantic grin, and a traffic cone costume.

“Points for originality.” You manage between laughs. He tries to bow and nearly takes Eddie out with the tip of the cone on his head.

“Shit Henderson, you were right. I’d never have guessed.”

“Thank you, thank you.” Dustin holds out his hand and Eddie places a bill into the hand, shaking his head and laughing.

Eleven arrives alongside Will and Jonathon, and immediately you twig the costume as Mike goes in to hug her,

“Oh my god you guys are Danny and Sandy! That is beyond cute!” Dustin pretends to gag from behind their back but you can see he thinks the costume is cute too. Will and Jonathon have both dressed as wizards, Will’s costume is one that is well loved, you can see from the adjustments made to the costume to fit a growing body. Will immediately attaches himself to Eddie and is asking a million questions a minute about the campaign, and Eddie matches his energy immediately, gesturing with his hands in a manner that is bound to result in someone being accidentally hit.

Robin is next to arrive, with her designated driver dressed in a blue boiler suit and raybans.

“Maverick from Top Gun?” Steve nods, grinning, clearly thrilled with his costume. Robin’s is harder to place, a mustard yellow sweater and pale blue jeans.

“Any clues?” She shakes her head, looking like she might explode at any given minute into raucous laughter,

“She won’t even give me any clues. It’s driving me crazy! Like, I know this sweater from somewhere!”

“Robin!” Dustin hollers from across the room, “Nice Steve costume!”

Robin collapses into laughter as Steve’s jaw drops, not sure whether to be offended or flattered.

“Is this why you were asking me about my hair care routine??”

Erica, Lucas and Max are dropped off by the basement door so that Max can be easily wheeled into the basement, Max is dressed as Freddie Krueger, with Lucas dressed as Nancy Thompson, complete with a beautifully styled wig. Erica has on a cowboy hat, with an apple mark on her cheek, and is wearing pale orange clothes, you have to ask Dustin who immediately twigs and compliments the cleverness of the costume.

“She’s Applejack.”

“Apple who?”

“My Little Pony.”

“Ooh, that is clever.”

You notice the absence of the original Hellfire club, you know Eddie had invited them but it had been a terse call, two had moved away from Hawkins in the aftermath of the “earthquake” and weren’t thrilled about coming back and Gareth had politely declined as he apparently had a date, which Eddie wasn’t entirely sure he believed. You’d done your best not to eavesdrop but the phone was on the wall in the kitchen, and you were trying to make dinner, so it’s not entirely your fault that you’d overheard the conversations. Eddie had insisted it didn’t bother him that they were seemingly avoiding him, but eventually you’d pointed out that it’s okay if it did bother him, and you were always happy to listen if he wanted to talk about it, and that was enough for Eddie, to know he had a supportive partner, and friends who weren’t dodging his calls for a Halloween-themed D&D afternoon/evening.

Eddie starts the session and immediately is met with confused stares at his slurred speech. Eddie sighs heavily and spits out his vampire teeth and tries again to speak, this time everyone understanding.

It’s about an hour in when you stand to pick up the dice Eddie is helpfully gesturing to, you feel a slight cramp in your belly, you brush it off. You’d been dealing with braxton hicks for the last 3 weeks and this did not feel any different to those, so you take a sip of water and grab a handful of pretzels when your turn is over, knowing these usually help to alleviate the symptoms.

Eddie catches Mike gawking at your bump and puts his head in front of his face to intercept the gaze,

“She’s not going to explode, you know. Quit your staring.” Mike averts his gaze but you do catch him glancing a few times, and you’re fairly sure Eddie’s statement was right on the money because the boy is looking at you like he expects an Alien chestburster situation is going to happen any second.

Another hour passes and your snacking hasn’t stopped the discomfort, and as another cramp hits you curse under your breath and kick Eddie’s foot under the table, Eddie’s eyes flick to you and he notices the beads of sweat on your head,

“You okay?” He whispers, you shake your head and gesture for him to lean in closer, the second the phrase,

“I think I’m having contractions.” Leaves your lips he is on his feet,

“Right, someone take a note of where we’re at, we’re gonna head to the hospital and go have us a baby.” Eddie grabs your hand and guides you out of the house without a moment’s hesitation.

Will shuts his eyes and closes Eddie’s notebooks without peeking, before Dustin or Mike think to hop up and have a rummage.

“Eddie, they're going to tell us to go home and wait until my contractions are more frequent.”

“That’s fine, but I want you to get checked out first.” Eddie’s knuckles are white on the steering wheel.

“We don’t even have my hospital bag in the van, we need to go home first. We can call my parents and Wayne too and let them know.” Eddie takes the next turn reluctantly, clearly not happy with the diversion back to your house but knowing you’re making sense.

You’re helped down from the van and as another contraction hits so does a wave of nausea and you proceed to vomit on Eddie’s shoes. Mercifully they’re not his usual white reeboks, they’re black so the staining isn’t visible, because that would probably make you vomit again.

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine, I need new shoes anyway.” He shuffles out of them and dumps them into the trashcan as you head to the front door. You call your parents as Eddie hops up the stairs, taking about 4 at a time by the sound alone. He's coming back down the stairs just as you tell your parents what’s happening, a bag slung over one shoulder and trying to hop into a new shoe.

“You can call Wayne, I desperately need to sit down.” You struggle over to a chair as Eddie dials, phone pressed into his shoulder as he puts the other shoe on.

“Hey Wayne -”

You hear a small pop and feel fluid trickling down your leg, for a split second you wonder if you might have pissed yourself but then it dawns on you.

“SHIT BABY COMING GOTTA GO BYE.” Eddie manages to garble out before he slams the receiver down and all but fireman carries you out of the house.

Without the cushioning of liquid your contractions are suddenly infinitely worse, to the point that when you arrive at the hospital the first thing you say to a member of staff is,

“Drugs. Get me drugs.”

You’re helped into a wheelchair and wheeled into an examination room where a midwife checks you over and confirms you’re in labour, to which you snarkily reply,

“I could have told you that!” Eddie mouths an apology to her and is waved off,

“If you think that’s the worst anyone has said to me mid-labour you are mistaken. Let me take you guys to a room and you can get settled in there.”

Eddie settles you on the bed, making sure you have enough pillows to be comfortable and fussing around until you ask him to just sit down because he’s making you anxious with his pacing. You receive pain relief and are able to relax between exams, and countless members of staff walking in and out to check on you. You have gas and air available to you and of course Eddie asks to try it as soon as you’re on your own.

“Oooh I feel all dizzy.” Eddie laughs as he hands the mouthpiece back to you,

“I’m more enjoying it for the pain relief, but I’m glad you’re having fun.” You stick your tongue out at him.

It’s around 9pm when you first start feeling the urge to push, you alert Eddie and he presses the call button behind your head. Your midwife confirms that you can start to push and Eddie pales for a second but shakes his head, regaining himself and comes to stand by your side taking your hand in his.

It takes two hours of pushing, your whole body wracked with pain and covered in sweat. Eddie tried to distract you from the pain by slipping his fangs in when you weren’t looking and then flashing you a cheesy grin, that did make you laugh until you realised that laughing hurt just as bad as a contraction at the minute. Eddie didn’t have time to remove the fangs before you had to push once more, and this time you were told to hold the push, because the baby's head was so close. You held until you were fairly sure you were about to pass out and then managed one more push.

“Okay heads out! Now let's get these shoulders out and get this guy out!” You could only give a half hearted thumbs up to the midwife as you huffed on the gas and air as though it might hold the secret to getting the baby out with one painless push.

“You got thish.” Eddie rubs your back, “My shtrong girl, you can do it.”

You listen to your body and your midwife’s instructions and eventually, after a lot of pushing, swearing and sweating, you feel a small foot kick your thigh and an almost instant relief of pressure.

The cry comes moments later, a beautiful sound to yours and Eddie’s ears. Your son is placed on your chest and Eddie perches on the bed, putting his arm around you to cradle you gently as you look down at the small person laying on you.

Wayne was absolutely right about the Munson nose, and dark tufts on his slightly bloodied head indicate he’s got Eddie’s hair. The shape of his lips is similar to your own and it makes you smile to see your own features in this perfect being in your arms. Your midwife helps you finish delivery then takes your son away briefly to check him over and clean him up a bit, eventually handing you a bundle of blue blankets surrounding his face.

“11.59pm, he just made the cut for a Halloween birthday.” The midwife jokes,

“Hell yeah he did.” Eddie grins, then practically melts into a puddle when his finger is grabbed so tightly. You rest the back of your head on Eddie’s chest and he rests his chin on the top of your head as you both stare in absolute wonder.

“Can’t believe we made him.” You say quietly,

“Me neither. He’s just so perfect.” You nod at Eddie’s words, stroking the top of your son’s head.

“You should probably call our families, let them know.”

“You sure? They can wait till tomorrow.” You nod reassuring him you are happy for him to step out for a second.

Eddie keeps the door open, and stretches the phone cord to its absolute limit so that he never has to take his eyes off of the two of you while he makes the calls. Your parents cry, but Wayne? Wayne wails down the phone at the news, utterly unintelligible noise.

“Okay… Well, visiting hours are from 9am so you can come meet him if you want.” More loud sobbing, that sounds like an agreement.

After a night of not really sleeping because you don’t want to take your eyes off of your new baby, and also doing your best impression of a human cow, as you described it to Eddie, 9am rolls around and your parents and Wayne, who had carpooled and being sitting in the car in the parking lot since 7.30am don’t wait a second before they’re practically running to meet their first grandchild.

Wayne is allowed first cuddles and then proceeds to make the strange, strangled wailing noise from last night when Eddie whispers the name to him. Your parents busy themselves with checking on you, trying to wait their turn to see their grandson. Wayne passes the baby to your mother who wells up when the soft weight is placed in her arms, your father similarly chokes up, looking between the baby, you, and Eddie.

“He’s a perfect mix of the pair of you.”

Eddie peers over your mother’s shoulder, “Yeah, sorry about the nose kid.” Everyone softly chuckles and your father awkwardly places a hand on Eddie’s shoulder.

“Do we get to know the name then?” Your mother asks, gesturing at a quiet sniffling Wayne, you nod and gesture to Eddie.

“His name is Oscar Wayne Munson.” The loud sobbing from Wayne starts up again and your parents smile,

“Or, Ozzy.” You speak up and your mother glances at you, confused,

“Like Osbourne?” You nod, Eddie’s a little too stunned to speak that your mother knows who Ozzy Osbourne is.

“It actually fits, really well.” Your mother laughs looking down at the baby in her arms, “Little Ozzy.” Eventually she is convinced to pass him to your father for cuddles, and then Oscar is placed back in your arms, where you hold him close to you, inhaling that fresh new baby smell that Eddie was convinced was a myth until he’d sniffed Oscar’s head and declared they needed to make that smell a car air freshener. Your family stay for a while, but they notice you getting tired and politely excuse themselves, leaving you and Eddie to cuddle up with your child.

“Hey, did you ever think, all those times you were glaring at me from across the canteen that we’d get to this point?”

“Eddie, I love you so much. But if anyone had told me back then this was how my ‘86 was going to go I would have personally driven them to Pennhurst myself.”

“‘86 was definitely our year though, right?”

“Absolutely.”

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dinodinodin0 · 2 years

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He brought you to me, pretty girl

! ♡ ୧꒰*´꒳*꒱૭ ✧ ！

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: innocent!reader, christian!reader, god kink, worshipping kink, perv!Eddie if you squint, spicy ish, church

This is part one 🤍 part two

You're the sweetest girl in church. You're prim and proper, modest church dress and your hair ties in a high ponytail. Everyone in your church loved you, as you adored helping around even without being asked. You almost worked at the churchat this point.

Leaving church, A sweet old lady who was a church regular stopped you at the doors.

"dear, I appreciate your help here so very much. You have a good head on your shoulders and your parents should be proud. Have a blessed rest of your Sunday, dear" she smiled, gesturing you our of the door as you nodded and smiled back at her.

On the car ride home, your dad piped up.

"y'know honey, were very proud of how seriously you're taking your faith. Have you been staying up to date on your bible study?"

You nod. You've never missed a day of studying, and you could practically resite every bible quote by heart.

"well me and your mom are going to go eat at Enzo's to celebrate my promotion, so you'll have the house to yourself for the night." He says, parking the car for you in your houses driveway.

"are you going to be alright pumpkin?" He asks, closing the car door he'd opened for you.

"I'll be just fine daddy, I have a long night of study ahead of me," you smiled, watching his car drive off and heading into your house.

After a few hours of reading, you head up to your room and change into your pajamas.

You noticed a slight breeze coming from your slightly ajar window, but you didn't mind. You left it open for a reason.

What you hadn't noticed, was your boyfriend Eddie watching you through your thin, lace curtains. He watched you change out of your pretty and prim church dress, and into a delicate white nightgown. It was beautiful. It had a bow in the front of it's sweetheart neckline, a babydoll sillouette that reached just below your ass. You looked like an angel to him, quite fitting of your good-girl churchgoer persona.

You weren't faking, you did truly believe and loved devoting yourself to your faith. The only problem with that was.. you weren't completely honest.

You had just graduated from an all girls Catholic school, so now that you were back home you desided to explore the new Hawkins. While on a walk through some neighborhoods, you noticed some rather... energetic music.. coming from a garage. Your father always told you that this type of music was devils music, but you were so intrigued with it that you couldn't just ignore it.

You stood from afar, peering around a car watching them practice. Then, you noticed the guitar player. His hands, covered in rings, expertly strumming his guitar. His long brown curls bouncing with his movements. He looked.. scary. But.. not in the way that made you want to run away. Some way that made you feel.. weird.

Eventually you approached him, despite your intense anxiety.

"excuse me," you swallowed, "I hope I don't sound impolite, but I had heard your playing a while back and felt very... Intrigued by you."

He chuckled. You were adorable to him. You were obsurdly polite, and quite... Pitiful. Like a baby bunny, scurrying and weak. It was blaringly apparent you were greatly different from him.

"wouldn't expect you to listen to that type of music, little lady." He said, looking down at you with a smug look on his face.

You froze with fear. You were so close to him and he was so.. dominating. It was as if the air changed when he was so near to you, as if even atoms would adhere to his demands if asked.

He lifted your chin with his fingers, "you're blushing an awful lot arnt you? Almost like you want me to ask you on a date. Why else would you be so blushy? Not scared of me... " He got closer, locking his eyes on yours, "are ya?"

You stammered, "no..i-id like that."

After you've been in a few dates, it had become obvious that it was too little for you. You needed something else. The weird feeling you had when you first saw him grew, and it made you press your thighs together every date you had. You fiddled with your fingers, and constantly bit the inside of your cheek, trying to pray this weird feeling away.

He noticed too. But he noticed that you did absolutely everythingthing he aske beforehand. First it was normal things, if he'd asked you to go get him something like a ketchup packet or napkins for him, you'd snap up to go do what he'd asked, immediately. And then, he experimented with being less polite. He went from, 'hey doll, mind getting me a straw?' To 'Get me straw, little girl. Go on.'

Then it wasn't favors. 'fix your hair, you have strsnds in your face,' or increasingly something along the lines of, 'pull your skirt a bit higher for me sweetheart' you didn't always know why he asked certain things, but you did them without question. Happy to comply.

It became apparent just how much you wanted to submit to him, like you were his little desciple, at his every beck and call.

At the end of your last date, he came close to your ear and whispered.

"do you want to worship me, little girl?"

And since then, he had told you to wait in your room the next night after church. He didn't give you a time, but told you not to question him and keep a blind faith.

So now you were in your pretty nightgown, glowing from the moonlight peering through your curtains.

You heard your window slide open, initially startling you, but Eddie stepped into your room and shushed you.

"shh don't worry sweetheart it's just me. I told ya I'd be here."

He put his hand over your mouth and pressed you to his chest, "your parents home?" You shake your head, "good."

He takes his hand off your mouth and turns you around, kissing you.

He breaks your kiss, looking down at you.

"so you said you wanted to worship me, right?"

"yes.. I do.. I'm not sure why but... I'm convinced God sent you to me," you started, as you felt his eyes stare down at you.

"Everytime since the day I saw you.. I've had this weird feeling with me. It's physical. I tried to pray it away, but it never does.. so I think it's him telling me I'm meant to have it around you." You confess, heart beating faster.

"what.. what kind of feeling is it? He asked, bringing his chin to his chest.

"it's... Odd. My hands get all sweaty, my heart beats faster and... The thing that's new is.. a feeling that's down.. there." You say, face flushing bright red.

He tilts his head, confused. Then, it clicks .

"oh my poor girl.. are you feeling that right now?" He asks, crouching down and holding your hands.

Mhm, you nod, neediness washing over you.

"y'know. I think God wants me to take care of that. I think he wants you to do everything I say, so I can help you."

"you do? What do you want me to do then?" You ask, bitting your lip without quite knowing why.

He holds your hand, bringing himself to sit on your bed. He opens his legs and brings you between them.

"to get rid of that feeling, you need to worship me. God brought me you for a reason right? God chose you for me" he says, adding for you to get on your knees and pray.

You start to lower your head and clasp your hands, but he stops you.

"ah ah ah, not like that. You'll pray to me another way, got it?" You holt, embarrassed, and await his next orders.

"what way do you mean then?" You ask, staring up at him.

"it's a new kind of worship you do to people like me. People that give you that feeling." He pets your hair, suddenly grabbing a handful and pulling your head back.

"open your mouth for me"

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A/N: AAAAA THIS IS SO LONG IM SORRRYYY, sorry I never get to the actual smut, please let me know if you'd want me to continue it !!! Just felt like it was already too long

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eratolasting · 2 years

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Desperate (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Summary: Eddie comes home to find you masturbating.

Warnings: Smut, masturbation (f), unprotected sex, spit play.

MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY

Eddie. He was all you could think about. His eyes. His smile. His lips. His dimples. It had been a month since you'd last seen him, Corroded Coffin having left to go on tour. It was a small one, not huge. But their fanbase was getting bigger by the minute. Everywhere you went in Hawkins had posters plastered up of their resident band and seeing them always made your heart swell.

Currently, you were two knuckles deep in your throbbing, wet pussy. Nothing could satisfy you like he did, but you'd be damned if you didn't try. Your other hand was on your breast, squeezing, tugging softly at your nipple.

God, you wanted to cum. You wanted to cum so badly. But, since he'd left you've only been able to cum twice, no matter how long you touched yourself for.

You were imagining him now, balls deep inside you as his hand softly teased your breast. You moaned out, back arching.

It definitely helped that you were wearing one of his shirts, and somehow it still smelled like him. Or maybe it was your imagination, but it didn't matter. Not really. All you knew was that it was helping you towards the edge.

Your hand on your breast slid up to rest on your throat, squeezing. It wasn't the same as when he did it, but it did the job. Especially as you curled your fingers inside of you, pressing into that spongey place that made your toes curl and your back arch higher.

You were so close. So close. Teetering on the edge. But you couldn't fall over it. For whatever reason, your body wouldn't let you. This is how it had been pretty much all month, not matter how hard you tried.

So entranced by your own noises, you didn't notice the sound of the front door opening, or the heavy footsteps that followed. Nor did you notice the bag dropping onto the floor. Or the soft "Baby…" that erupted from his lips.

Eddie wasn't supposed to be back for another month. You thought you were hearing things as you fucked yourself deep with your fingers.

But the bed sunk next to you, and your eyes shot open. Your face felt hot as you looked at him. And he looked smug.

Too excited to be that embarrassed, you pulled your fingers out and wrapped him up in a quick, tight hug, a light squeal leaving your lips as he kissed your head.

"I didn't know you were coming! You didn't tell me!" You accused him, but still too happy to be mad.

"It was meant to be a surprise, princess." He chuckled, brushing your hair out of your face. "We're having a break before we go on the next leg. I get to stay for a few days."

You squeezed him harder. He lifted the hand you were fucking yourself with and placed your fingers in his mouth, groaning as he licked up your juices.

"Fuck, I missed you." He said, lifting his hand to your cheek to capture your lips. "So fucking sexy.." he mumbled against your skin.

You shifted to climb into his lap, your bare pussy pressing against his hardening cock through his jeans. You couldn't believe he was here. He was really, actually, here.

And you were making a mess of his jeans.

He grinded up against you, eliciting moans from your throat as his hand pushed up the shirt you were wearing, cupping your breast and squeezing. His fingers toyed with your nipple, plucking, twisting.

Fuck, you missed him.

He shifted you, pressing you down into the mattress and hovering above you. His hair tickled your cheeks.

"What do you want, baby?" He asked, pinching your nipple particularly hard.

You cried out, your back arching up.

"You, fuck, just you. Just give me your cock, please!" You were desperate at this point to feel him filling you up. To feel him slamming into you, slamming into that spot inside you that made you go nuts.

You were absolutely feral for this man.

He smirked down at you, "Well, since you asked so nicely…" He sat up, and his hands reached for his belt buckle, pulling the belt through the loops before they unbuttoned and unzipped his soiled jeans. He pushed them down to his knees, along with his boxers, and took his cock in hand giving it a good stroke.

He watched you, licking his lips, as he continued to stroke himself.

"Eddie! Fuck, are you serious? Stop playing around." You huffed, reaching for his cock.

He tsked at you and moved out of the way. "Patience is a virtue, my sweet." He smirked down at you, and lifted his free hand to stroke your face. His thumb brushed your bottom lip and pulled it down. Obediently, you opened your mouth.

He leaned over you and spit onto your tongue. You moaned, your eyes rolling back slightly.

"Yeah?" He asked. "Be a good girl and swallow that for me."

You did. Then you opened your mouth for more.

"Really?" He chuckled, before leaning over you again. This time, he leaned in close and let his tongue run over your lips before he did it again, spitting into your mouth.

Your pussy clenched around nothing. You were so fucking wet. You knew you'd have to change the sheets after this.

Finally, as if to give you some relief, he reached down between you to rub your clit. He pressed his tip to your sopping wet hole, and slid in.

You groaned in tandem as he stretched you. It had been a month, and you'd been trying to make yourself tighter again, just for him.

"Damn, baby.." he hissed, sitting up as he fully seated inside you. "So fuckin' tight.."

His hips started moving, rolling against you as you lifted your legs around his waist. You cupped his jaw and pulled him in for a heated kiss, tongues clashing as he slowly fucked into you. You moaned against his lips, loving the taste of him.

You'd missed him so fucking much.

You could feel the heat building up in your core already. After weeks of not being able to cum, you were on the edge as soon as his cock filled you. And you weren't complaining about it.

Plus, he was being so soft. So loving, and sweet. This was what making love was. It wasn't rough fucking, just the two of you enjoying the way your bodies met as he slowly drew circles on your clit and your tongues lazily swirled around.

Fuck.

Your pussy clenched around him, causing him to groan into your mouth and speed up. He could tell you were close and he wanted to push you right over that edge you'd been teetering on.

His kiss became bruising, tongue attacking yours with more force now. His fingers on your clit flicking back and forth.

You were losing your absolute mind. You came before you even knew it was happening, your breath catching in your throat as your back arched and your pussy throbbed and clenched around his hard cock. He came with you, spilling his seed deep inside you.

When you came to, he was softly kissing your face, your neck.

"Hi," he chuckled. "There you are." He kissed your lips softly.

You were still blissed out.

"Hi," you mumbled, blinking.

"You okay?" He asked, kissing your chin.

You nodded, and stretched your arms out above you.

"Wanna shower?" He hummed, kissing your lips.

You nodded. He held you in the shower after that, for far too long. His arms around you tightly, his head on your shoulder. So long, that the water began to turn cold, and you had to actually clean up in it.

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