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Conviction
Eddie Munson x Reader (Angst)
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Summary: Life takes an unexpected turn when a one time fling with your best friend leads to an unplanned pregnancy. Will years of friendship be enough to build a solid marriage off of...or are you destined for heartbreak due to a wandering eye like the town rumor mill predicts?
Rating: Explicit 18+
Author Note: Afab Reader, no pronouns used. Angst with a happy ending.
CW: Town gossip; bullying; unplanned pregnancy (no details); marriage; mentions of cheating; mentions of alcohol use; smut (p in v, fingering, kissing, dirty talk); consensual role play of a non-con situation.
Word Count: 8,332
Eddie Munson Taglist: @eddie-swhore
con·vic·tion - noun: a firmly held belief or opinion.
If you were to ask the people in Hawkins, life for you and Eddie Munson turned out exactly how they expected.
Eddie was branded an outcast while he was a child thanks to his dad. Edward Munson Sr had long been known in Hawkins as a hard-working criminal. Your car was stolen? The cops always checked out Munson’s place first. While no one blamed Eddie for his father’s mistakes, no one really wanted their kids to be around the son of a no-good common criminal either. It honestly surprised no one when Ed was finally put away for a long time due to car theft, which led to his parental rights being transferred to Wayne.
But despite Eddie going into his uncle’s care, the unfair reputation he’d gained during childhood followed along after him. He wasn’t a bad kid, by any means, nor did he get in much trouble. But once the town thinks of someone a certain way, it’s hard for them to break free of that. And, by this point, he’d taken a liking to heavy metal and playing the guitar, which further cemented his outcast status in their minds. Then his interest in fantasy led him to D&D, which led to the rumors of Satan worshiping. He evolved from being seen as just a mere outcast into a full-blown freak by the time he hit high school.
You, on the other hand, managed to fly under the towns radar for quite some time. While the two of you met the year before middle school and became fast friends, people only began to notice how your close friendship was during sophomore year. That’s when a spotlight finally found its way over to you. The rumor mill went absolutely crazy. Even though you weren’t dating Eddie, and this was a known fact, that didn’t really matter to anyone. You got labeled as his and the bullying began almost immediately.
After a while, Eddie tried to save you by severing the friendship, and made a big production of it in the cafeteria, much to your horror. But the damage had already been done. The teasing only got worse when people thought he’d grown tired of you. You weren’t even good enough for the freak, they said. It ended up being a miserable two months for both of you before you finally reconciled your friendship. Fortunately, the whole thing brought you two even closer together afterwards.
After that, the town knew exactly what was going to happen to you two. They predicted Eddie would have you knocked up before senior year and that you’d drop out of school. They seemed split on what would happen after that though. Some said Eddie would run off right away and leave you a single mom. Others said he would stay but would cheat and run off on you later, leaving you a single mom. They were quite surprised when you graduated high school without a baby in tow.
Since people in town didn’t expect Eddie to amount to anything, it surprised no one when he had to repeat his senior year twice. They felt vindicated in their beliefs when it was rumored Eddie was dealing drugs. The murder charges were a bit of a surprise, but nothing actually changed in the way the town thought of him once he was absolved of those. Eddie was still an outcast and a freak, just not one that was wanted for murder.
But that Spring Break led to everything changing between the two of you.
Once his name was in the clear and he had graduated, Eddie’s new group of friends combined with his old ones to throw him a party to celebrate. Everyone was able to cut loose and relax at Steve Harrington’s huge house, so a fun time was had by all. Sometime during the night, feeling both happy and a bit on the horny side, you made a drunken pass at Eddie. His response was favorable, which led to a romp in the back of his van.
It was an impulsive thing, nothing that had been planned or talked about or even thought about beforehand. Neither of you had really spoke about it afterwards, which you took as an unspoken agreement. It was a onetime thing, a moment of physical connection fueled by alcohol and a much-needed reminder that you both made it out of everything alive.
Three weeks later, a little white stick turned blue.
Once the shock wore off after a few days, Eddie became determined to do the right thing. He asked you to marry him. Not knowing what else to do, but knowing he was a good man and you could do much worse, you said yes.
That first eight months of your relationship was a whirlwind. Between planning and executing a small courthouse wedding, getting ready for the baby, and the pregnancy itself, you two didn’t get the opportunity to breathe much less get to enjoy each other’s company and feel each other out as a couple.
Once the baby was born, a baby boy you two named Eddie Wayne, life only got crazier.
Now that the expenses for a baby were added into the budget, money got tight with there only being one income in the house. Childcare was too expensive to justify you working, so Eddie picked up as much extra work as he could, working even longer hours at the garage where he was a mechanic. It was the only way to keep up with bills, but this meant he was away from home even more, sometimes not getting home until well after you and Eddie Wayne were already asleep.
And that was how it quietly went for almost two years. You kept up with everything in the house and the baby, and Eddie brought home the paycheck. It was a routine you both fell into, barely seeing and talking to each other except in passing, even on his rare days off. While you missed your best friend and the friendship you had before, you thought this was just how life went for new parents.
But then the people in town started to notice how often Eddie wasn’t at the house. People saw his van parked up at the garage until all hours. People noticed how you two were rarely seen together anymore.
And so, the rumor mill started up again.
Your relationship was on the rocks, they said. You two had grown apart, they said. You both were too young, they said. It was only a matter of time before this happened, they said.
You did your best to ignore it, like you always did.
But as the months went on though, you noticed the random looks you normally got from strangers became increasingly sympathetic looking. You noticed people whispering around you more. Then, oddly, people actually began approaching you to speak with you. It wasn’t idle chitchat, like you do when you bump into someone, but instead were asking you specific questions about how you were and how life was going. They seemed to be checking in on you with genuine concern, though that was a bit baffling since no one had bothered to care about you before now. You kept the interactions polite but couldn’t help wonder what their ulterior motive was.
It wasn’t long before you finally heard the big rumor that was prompting such a response from people.
Eddie was cheating on you.
They said that’s really why he was up at the garage so late, said it was the only place he could get away with it since you were always home. They said he actually had several girlfriends on the side, and never had to be with the same one twice in one week. And his poor wife, they said. Stuck at home with her head in the sand, blissfully ignorant to her husband’s nightly activities.
It angered you at first. Not what they were saying, but why they were saying it. It struck you as petty and juvenile. You couldn’t help but wonder if they had anything better to do, if their lives were really so dull that they had to focus on yours instead. Despite the way you two ended up together, you doubted Eddie would actually cheat on you. Eddie Munson was many things, but a cheat in any capacity had never been among them. The town was always wrong about him before, and they were definitely wrong about this.
But as the weeks went on, the rumors persisted and you heard them more, it began to gnaw at you. And, once the shred of doubt was planted in your mind, it steadily grew into suspicion and paranoia. You really didn’t want to believe it, but now you had a little voice in your head asking you, what if? It’s not like you were up at the garage to really know what was going on. And why would they be saying it so much if it wasn’t true, if someone hadn’t seen something for sure? The more time that passed, the more it drove you crazy and the more the very idea began to hurt.
You began to really pay attention and notice things after that. Whenever you tried to engage Eddie in conversation, his responses were always short and to the point. He didn’t talk about his day and didn’t really ask about yours except for things relating to Eddie Wayne. While there may have been distance between you two, Eddie never stopped doting on his son.
And the distance was clear now that you really thought about it. There wasn’t even that much affection between you two. He barely touched you and sex was a rarity. Often weeks would pass before one of you would initiate it, and, even then, it seemed halfhearted and tired. It felt more like a routine rather than something either of you really wanted to do. Even the kiss he gave you before leaving every morning was brief and chaste, given without hardly a glance as he did it.
One thing piled up on top of the other in your brain until one afternoon when the gnawing paranoia finally bit down and made you snap to attention. It wasn’t anything big or out of the ordinary that caused it. It was a Saturday afternoon and Eddie called you to let you know he’d be staying at work well past closing. He didn’t give specifics, just that he needed to get some things finished and that you shouldn’t wait up for him.
This kind of thing happened all the time, but you decided you couldn’t take the suspicion any longer. It felt more like you were more roommates than spouses by this point, and it was eating away at you. You had to find out if the rumors were true.
You knew getting into the garage to surprise him wouldn’t be hard. A long time ago, Eddie had proven himself trustworthy enough for the owner to give him his own key to the place, as well as a spare to keep at home. While Eddie always had his key with him, you knew where the spare was since you’ve had to take it up there to Eddie a couple times when he accidentally locked his keys inside the building. With that in hand, you’d have no problem getting in after closing without having to give Eddie a heads up.
But, at the same time, your gut was telling you to be cautious and think this through carefully. A large part of you was still convinced your husband wouldn’t betray you like that. He had been your best friend for years and had never tried to deliberately hurt you before. You didn’t want to just barge in and interrupt your husband at his job with accusations flying when all you had to go on was the town gossip. You wanted to have an actual excuse for going up there if this all turned out to be nothing.
Since Eddie Wayne was a little over 18 months old at this point, Uncle Wayne had been offering to keep him overnight sometime so you and Eddie could have an evening alone together. He was overjoyed when you called to finally take him up on that offer and he picked up his grandson for a sleepover shortly afterwards.
Once your son was off with his grandpa, you got a quick dinner made. It wasn’t anything fancy, just spaghetti with a small splurge of meatballs, but it was something cheap and easy that you and Eddie both loved. You made two lunch containers of it, then stored the rest of the leftovers away in the fridge. You packed up both lunch containers, some silverware, and napkins into a paper sack, and then headed up to the garage where Eddie worked.
On your way there, the nerves started building. You were nauseous with them by the time you pulled into the parking lot. You identified Eddie’s van right away, but as you got out of your car, you realized there was no way to tell if he was alone before you went inside. The parking lot was half full of vehicles, and you had no way of knowing which ones were there to be worked on, or if any of them belonged to a late-night visitor.
Taking a deep breath, you tried to prepare yourself for anything as best you could and let yourself into the front door.
There was no bell overhead to announce your presence as you walked inside, so your arrival was thankfully quiet. It wouldn’t have really mattered had there been a bell though, you could hear music drifting into the reception area from an open door behind the counter that led to the garage area proper. You could hear a song from Megadeth’s latest album drifting into the room.
Following the sound of the music, you stepped through the door out into the garage. You couldn’t see much since most of the bays had a vehicle in it and it was dark The only light you could see was coming from the far end of the building, near the back wall by the office.
You carefully made your way through the semi dark garage, being careful not to trip on any stray hoses or tools. As you got closer to the light and music, you still couldn’t see anything thanks to a few stacks of tires and a large, upright toolbox. But once you stepped around those though, you got a full, unobstructed view of the very last vehicle bay.
And what you saw made you stop in your tracks.
There was a Jeep was parked in that last bay, with its hood up and a light clamped onto it. Eddie was bent over under the hood at an awkward angle, trying not to get in his own light and stretched out as if trying to reach something at the very back. It was really hot here at the back of the garage, so Eddie had the top half of his coveralls down around his waist. He’d also shed the wife beater he normally wore under the coveralls, leaving him completely shirtless. His skin had a heavy sheen of sweat on it, and he was flushed from being under the hot work light. He’d gotten grease and dirt on his back from being under the Jeep, but rather than make him look dirty, the grime seemed to contour and enhance the lean muscle lines of his back.
Your jaw dropped a little, eyes widening.
Eddie stood up then and turned towards a wheeled cart he had next to him at the front of the Jeep, scowling at the wrench he was holding. Oblivious to the fact he was being watched, he started rooting through the various sized sockets on the cart, his brow furrowed slightly as he compared the sizes to the one he had on the wrench originally. The tip of his tongue was slightly poking out from one corner of his mouth, which is how you could tell when Eddie was really concentrating.
Your breath caught in your throat as you took him in from the front.
His hair was pulled back in a chaotic mess of a bun, his black bandana rolled up and wrapped around his forehead to keep sweat out of his eyes. Drops of sweat trailed down Eddie’s chest and stomach and your eyes couldn’t help but follow one as it rolled down the center of his abdomen. The top half of his coveralls were weighing down the bottom half, making them sag a bit in the front. This pulled them down just enough to display the front of his hips, the trim V cut of his lower abdomen on full display and perfectly framing the start of a dark happy trail that disappeared down into his front of pants.
In all of the chaos and stress of life, the turmoil of being new parents and newlyweds simultaneously, and all of the major change’s life had thrown at you two in such a short amount of time…
You had forgotten exactly how fucking gorgeous your husband is.
All you could do was stand there and gawk at him. The reason for your visit not entirely forgotten, but, for the moment, at the very back of your mind. It wouldn’t hurt to keep letting him work so you could admire the view for a little longer.
Eddie finally gave up trying to find the socket he was looking for on the cart and turned towards the upright toolbox. Halfway to it, he finally looked up to see you standing next to it. He screamed in surprise, dropping the wrench and socket he was holding as he jumped backwards. This in turn scared the hell out of you, making you scream and jump in surprise yourself.
Thankfully, you did not drop the food.
The two of you stared at each other for a moment, wide eyed and breathing heavy after the jump scare you just gave each other.
And then, quite suddenly and unexpected, the distance you had been feeling between you two disappeared.
You both burst into laughing fits at exactly the same moment. It was that deep, soul cleansing laughter that’s sometimes needed just as much as a good cry. Eddie nearly doubled over, body shaking as he tried to get control of it. You felt your stress and anxiety melt away as tears sprang from your eyes.
As your tension and worry eased, a forgotten memory flashed through your mind from your senior year, which had been Eddie’s first. It was right after Hellfire let out and, since you didn’t have a car at the time, you had hurried to get home before it started raining. Unfortunately, after a brief trip to the restroom, you got outside only to discover it was pouring and everyone, but Eddie had already left. When you went back inside to ask him for a ride, you scared the hell out of each other then laughed about it, much like this.
Presently, Eddie scooped up the wrench he dropped, then went back to the cart to turn off his music. Then he turned to you.
“Jesus Christ, Princess!” he said, his voice filled with humor, and then he dramatically started clutching at his chest. “You could’ve given me a heart attack!”
“I’m so sorry, babe,” you said, giggling at his theatrics as you wiped tears from your eyes. “I wasn’t trying to kill you, I swear.”
His eyes looked down near your feet, then behind you, brow slightly furrowing in confusion.
“Where’s our little man?” he asked, and you realized he was looking for Eddie Wayne’s car seat or stroller.
“With his grandpa for the night,” you smiled at Eddie, then danced a little in place. “I’ve got the whole evening to myself.”
“Yeah?” he smiled at you softly as he finally made his way over to the toolbox, resuming his search for the correct sized socket. “Then what’s a beautiful girl like you doing messing around in a filthy place like this?”
Even now after all these years of knowing Eddie, whenever he was relaxed enough to fall into his old flirtatious demeanor with you, it still made your heart race just as much as it did back in school.
You briefly held up the paper bag you were holding and gave it just enough of a shake to make the silverware inside rattle around.
“I was just stopping by with some food for my amazing husband so we could have dinner together,” you explained, then a playful smile came to your face. “But then when I saw you, I couldn’t help but get distracted and forget my manners.”
You don’t know why you chose that wording in particular. It just popped into your head and seemed like a fun thing to say in light of how he just caught you staring at him like some love-struck teenager.
The irony of it wasn’t lost on you though. Here you were, down at your husband’s work for the sole purpose of seeing if he was cheating on you, but now here you were flirting with him as if he were just some random hot guy you were thirsting after rather than your actual husband.
While this wasn’t like any of the scenarios you had pictured in your head while on the drive over, you weren’t complaining. Scaring each other and the laughter that followed had put you in a relaxed, easygoing state. It was the perfect mood to put you in the mindset to flirt a little heavy handedly with Eddie.
His head lifted a little so he could look up at you, one brow raised in curiosity. He took you in for a moment, as if trying to figure out what your game here was. But then a playful glimmer came to his eyes that you hadn’t seen in a while.
He stood up straight, dropping the wrench he was holding into the open drawer of the toolbox with a clatter.
“Can’t say I was expecting anyone to come by tonight,” he said, dusting his hands off as he looked you over with an intense gaze that made your cheeks flush. “But you’re more than welcome to wait around in the office, see if he turns up. I’ll get washed up, then come keep you company.”
With a wink, Eddie began to head for the sink at in the corner of the garage.
You couldn’t help but blush slightly, then made your way into the office.
The small room was cramped and served as the office and break room. It contained a ratty couch against one wall with a coffee table in front of it, a table against the opposite wall that held a microwave and coffee maker, a desk near the window at the back of the room, and a full-sized refrigerator in the corner. There wasn’t much on the desk aside from extra office supplies but considering what Eddie has said about the owner rarely coming in, that wasn’t surprising.
Forgetting about the flirty banter since you thought that was over with for the night, you started to get dinner laid out for the two of you. You knew it would take Eddie awhile to get his hands and arms scrubbed clean like it always did, and that would give you plenty of time to get everything ready. After warming up the food and finding two sodas in the fridge, you arranged everything on the coffee table so that you two could sit on the couch together while you ate.
Right as you finished setting out the silverware, you heard the office door click shut and the lock twist into place. Smiling, you stood up and turned, your mouth opening in preparation to tease him about how long it always takes him to clean up. Before any words could leave your mouth though, Eddie’s lips crashed into yours in a deep, hungry kiss.
It felt like he was trying to devour you whole, his tongue sliding into your mouth to taste you before you had the chance to react. You gasped in surprise as his arms wrapped around you and he pulled you tightly to him. Once the surprise wore off though, your response was just as eager, lips moving with his to make the kiss even more intense. Your arms went around his neck, and you pulled him in closer. You softly bit his tongue and Eddie groaned into your mouth, his hips pushing forward against yours. Already you could feel him getting hard in his coveralls.
Since he responded to your choice of words so well, you decided to keep the little game going. You slid your hand up from the back of his neck into his hair and grasped a handful of it. Gently tugging, you used it to pull his head back away from you. He groaned as his lips left yours, letting his head move easily along with the pull.
“I told you I’m a married woman,” you said softly, lips inches from his. “What would my husband think if he were to walk through that door right now?”
It seemed like Eddie was enjoying the game now as much as you were. A tremble went through his body, and one hand slid down from your back to your ass, taking it in a firm hold. He pulled your hips even more firmly against his. Your grip loosened in his hair, and he tilted his head down to look into your eyes.
“Door’s locked up tight, Princess,” he said, his voice low and husky, with a slightly threatening tone woven in. “And no one’s getting through. It’s just you and me now.”
Holding onto you so you wouldn’t trip, Eddie started to walk you backwards. You gave no resistance, letting him lead you until you came to a stop against the edge of the desk. Your bodies were jostled a bit at the impact, your legs inadvertently opening into a wider stance. Eddie claimed the newly empty space by quickly stepping forward to stand between your legs. The firm press of his body against yours made you start to teeter backwards, but his arms squeezed your body tightly to his own, keeping you upright so didn’t fall back onto the desk quite yet.
“Please,” you whimpered, playing up the role of a helpless damsel by letting your head fall back, which only made Eddie bury his face in your neck. “My heart belongs only to him!”
The way you two were standing against the desk put him just at the right angle to grind himself against your entrance. Even through your jeans and his bulky coveralls, you could now feel exactly how much Eddie was liking this little role play with you. His cock was close to rock hard. The feeling of him pressed against you made you bite your lip, and you found yourself suddenly have to swallow a moan as he rolled his hips into yours with purpose. He had caused the seam of your jeans to bear down on your clit with just the right amount of pressure.
Your legs jerked a little on either side of Eddie as he did it again, knees quivering as little bursts of electricity traveled through your body from the contact. He was quick to respond, stooping down quickly to pick you up by the backs of your thighs and set you up on the very edge of the desk.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he said, his voice rumbly and low as the tip of his tongue flicked out over the skin on the side of your neck as if he were tasting you. “If it’s only your heart that belongs to him, then your body is all mine for the taking.”
Eddie grazed his teeth on your neck, making you gasp and grip your fingers into his hair again. Falling further into the role, you slipped your other hand between your bodies to rest your palm flat against his chest in a playful attempt to push him away. At this point, Eddie had a firm grip on you and was steadily rocking his hips into yours, grinding his hardness into you over your clothes.
You tried again to push him away again, this time adding just a little bit more force into it. As you did that, your fingers tightened down again in his hair, attempting to pull his head away from you like before.
This time, Eddie wasn’t having it.
He pulled away from you of his own accord, but only just enough that he could grab ahold of your wrists, one in each hand. Keeping a tight hold on you, he then threw you backwards onto the desk, holding your hands above your head as he leaned down over you. You cried out in surprise as you landed. With your ass now hanging halfway off the edge of the desk, the sudden movement of your body caused your legs to lift as your body rocked backwards. You took advantage of this by hooking them around Eddie’s hips, trapping him against you as much as you were trapped against him. He grinned down at you, and you bit your lip to keep from grinning back.
After shifting your wrists so he could hold them in one hand, Eddie ran the tips of fingers all the way down your arm until he reached your chest. He softly squeezed one of your tits, playing with it for a moment, before continuing further down between your bodies, not stopping until he reached the front of your pants. Keeping eye contact with you, he slowly started working the buttons of your jeans open one handed.
“That’s it now, be a good girl and just lay back for me,” he cooed down at you, the tone of his voice almost sinful the way it turned you on. “Lay back and I’ll have you screaming my name soon enough.”
As the last button on your jeans came open, you felt his hand slide into the opening of the denim, fingers caressing the fabric of your underwear.
You let your eyes drift open more, looking up at him and finally taking in his full expression. Eddie’s face was a mask of lust, his dilated eyes intent as he gazed down at you.
You could tell he was close to letting go. That fact alone was enough to make you even more excited. Your sex life with Eddie had never really been that wild, if you were being honest. There hadn’t been too many times that he had really let go of himself while being intimate with you. The first time in his van, the first time after giving birth once you’d healed, and a couple of random times after Eddie had gone out for a few drinks with the guys. You enjoyed the hell out of it every single time and only wished it happened more often.
This was definitely an opportunity you couldn’t pass up.
Jutting your chin out, you lifted your head up in a prideful way as you playfully glared into his eyes.
“Do what you will to me,” you said with a defiant tone. “But the only name I’ll be screaming tonight is Eddie’s.”
The grin that spread across Eddie’s face at that made your heart nearly stop.
“Oh sweetheart,” he said, then leaned down so his lips were just an inch from yours. “I’m fully counting on that.”
You weren’t given the chance to reply.
Eddie brought his lips down on yours, the kiss every bit as deep and intense as before. There was no pause this time before you were returning it, your mouth eagerly opening for his. You captured his bottom lip in your teeth, not biting hard enough to draw blood but more to make sure you had his full attention.
But you didn’t have to worry about that. As your teeth were sinking into Eddie’s lip, two of his fingers were slipping past your underwear to pull them aside. His grunt at the feeling of your bite was met by a soft moan from you as he ran his fingers through your folds and began teasing your entrance.
“Always so wet for me,” he muttered against your lips, sounding more like he was talking to himself.
Any reply to you could have given would’ve been lost on your tongue as Eddie slid his middle finger into you. It met no resistance, your wetness easily letting him slide in up to the third knuckle. Since you were already so worked up, he didn’t have to build up to it before starting to finger you at a steady pace. Your eyes closed as you moaned, head tilting back to give him access once again to your neck. He eagerly took advantage of this, his lips coming down to start kissing and sucking on the exposed skin. You could tell just from the pressure that he was deliberately marking you up.
Then, as he licked across the front of your throat to start making his way to the other side of your neck, he stopped the motions of his hand for just a second in order to sink a second finger into you.
You gasped, moaning loudly as your legs tightened around him to hold yourself in that position. He moved his fingers at the same steady pace, his lips sucking at this side of your neck now to leave marks that would match the ones now on the other side.
Being with Eddie as infrequently as you were made it was easy to forget just how good in bed he was. Even the halfhearted and tired sex that was the normal with him was far better than anyone else you’d been with. It wasn’t until this very moment as he curled his fingers inside you that you realized just how pent up you’d been. Getting yourself off for the last few weeks hadn’t cut it as much as you’d thought.
Thanks to the slow pace he had to keep due to the confines of your jeans, the heel of his hand was rubbing against your clit with every inward thrust of his fingers. It didn’t take long before your orgasm built, and you were about to crest its edge.
Right when your inner walls started to tighten around his fingers, Eddie ripped his hand out of your jeans and pulled himself completely away from you. You gasped, clenching around nothing, and aching from the denied orgasm.
“E-Eddie, please,” you gasped, near tears as your body lay trembling on the desk.
“M’sorry, I need you,” he panted, taking ahold of the waist band of your jeans. “Need to feel you clenching around me. Been way too long.”
Eddie quickly pulled your pants and underwear down your legs at the same time. Your shoes slipped off easily when he pulled them off, and the entire bundle was quickly discarded to the office floor. He stepped forward to stand between your legs again, his warm hands caressing your now bare thighs.
A soft sigh left your lips as he touched you, then you watched as he took one hand away to start working himself free of the coveralls. Eddie ended up struggling with them for a moment, having to really work to get one more button undone before he was finally able to push them down past his ass. You leaned up a bit on your forearms, watching as his boxers went next and his hard cock sprang free to lay along your slit.
You couldn’t help but shiver at the feeling, still sensitive from being so close to orgasm. He gave two slow rolls of his hips, dragging the length of his cock across your clit and electing a high-pitched cry from you. Eddie grasped the base of his cock then and tapped the leaking tip on your clit, making you jump slightly, before he slowly began dragging the head through your wet folds. You whimpered, your hips arching up off the desk towards him. He pushed you back down with one hand while he lined himself up with the other. With a slow, firm movement of his hips, Eddie’s hard length began to slide into your cunt.
A loud cry of pleasure left you as your head thumped back on the desk. Since he took his time, you could feel every inch of him. He paused halfway, shifting his stance, and lifting one of your legs higher around his torso before pushing in the rest of the way. You both groaned deeply at the feeling of him bottoming out. It had indeed been too long, your body had to adjust to him again. Luckily, it only took a moment, and as soon as Eddie felt you begin to relax, he began to move.
He started out with slow, but deep, thrusts, dragging his cock through your throbbing heat. You moaned, panting as you clutched at the opposite edge of the desk just above your head. Forcing yourself to keep your eyes open, you watched him as he stared open mouthed at where your bodies met, transfixed by the sight of his cock disappearing into your cunt.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he moaned suddenly, a shudder going through his body as he spoke. “S-so fucking hot. H-How’d I get so lucky?”
Eddie paused briefly to shift his stance and to move your leg up higher, over his shoulder even. Gripping your hips with both hands, he began thrusting with renewed purpose. This new angle had his cock hitting even deeper than before. You gasped as the head rubbed against your most sensitive places, including that one rough, spongy area that always made your toes curl.
“Fuck, God, Eddie, right there!” you screamed, already at the edge again. “I-I’m gonna cum!”
Not stopping this time, Eddie’s thrusting became faster, more frantic. One hand moved from your hip to slide between you, and he started rubbing circles around your clit with his thumb. You moaned a string of curses, feeling yourself starting to clench around his cock.
“J-Jesus, that’s it,” Eddie panted, leaning over so he had one hand resting flat on the desk next to your head, the other rubbing your clit faster. “Fuck! Cum for me, squeeze my cock with that tight cunt of yours.”
That was all it took to send you careening over the edge. You threw your head back and screamed as your orgasm washed over you, your cunt clamping down around him just as he wanted. Eddie wasn’t far behind, his thrusting growing erratic before he was cussing and groaning your name. With how sensitive you were, you swore you could feel his cock pulsing, then spurting as he came, painting your insides with his full load.
Eddie tried to fuck you both through your orgasms, but he had gotten too sensitive. It really had been too long. After a soft gasp that sounded close to a yelp, his motions stilled. Still buried deep inside you, his body trembled just as much as yours did as you both came down from your highs.
Once he had caught his breath, he moved to gently lower your leg from his shoulder to around his waist but stayed inside you. Leaning over, he bent down to you, one hand softly cupping the side of your face as he kissed you. The kiss was warm, tender; a loving contrast to the primal fucking that just occurred. He kissed you a few more times before sliding out of you and helping you up.
You both were giggling as you got dressed, grinning like idiots at each other and blushing. It was as if you were kids again and had just gotten away with doing something very bad. Which, technically, you did, you supposed. After all, having sex on the boss’s desk probably wasn’t looked highly upon, no matter the circumstances.
With appetites worked up, you both finally dug into dinner, with Eddie dramatically moaning in pleasure at the first few bites before you fell into an easy conversation. Eddie asked what you and Eddie Wayne got up to that day. You told him all about everything your son did, then he surprised you by asking specifically how your day was. He surprised you again when you asked Eddie about his day, and he actually started talking about it. That was a first. You had to ask a few questions here and there when he used a term you didn’t understand, but it was all pretty interesting.
Suddenly, in the middle of a story, Eddie broke himself off and smiled sheepishly at you.
“Sorry, Princess,” he said, looking like he was afraid you might be annoyed. “I know you don’t understand most of this. That’s why I try not to talk much about work.”
You blinked a few times in surprise, then shook your head.
“No, Eddie,” you said, looking at him warmly. “I love hearing about your day. If I don’t get something, I’ll ask about it if I’m curious enough.”
Relief came over Eddie’s features and he leaned over to give you a soft kiss.
The two of you fell into a comfortable silence then as you ate. But that gave your brain the opportunity to go back to the original reason for your visit. Once it was back at the forefront of your mind, it began to gnaw at you once again, even in your post sex bliss.
Knowing this wouldn’t go away on its own, you decided it was time to just address it directly. The town could say what they wanted and didn’t need to know your business, but the air needed to be clear between the two of you, at least.
“So, I’ve been hearing a new rumor about you around town,” you said, keeping the tone of your voice playful, just like any other time you’ve filled him in on the latest gossip about yourselves. “And it’s a really juicy one this time, too.”
“Yeah?” he said, quirking a brow at you as he chewed a bite of food. “Do tell.”
You felt your nerves come up but didn’t let it show. Instead, you looked around conspiratorially and leaned closer to Eddie. Playing along, Eddie leaned closer to you too, tilting his ear towards you to listen. You cupped his ear with one hand, as if trying to keep a secret
“Word around the campfire,” you whispered, pausing for dramatic effect. “Is that you’re fucking around on me.”
Eddie snort laughed so hard he ended up choking on his own spit. As he lapsed into a coughing fit and you pounded him on the back, you couldn’t help but feel relieved already just based on his reaction.
“Those old bats, I swear,” he finally said, gasping for air as he wiped the tears from coughing off his cheeks. “I don’t have the energy to see you nearly as much as I’d like, much less the time to work in a side piece.” He paused to take a bite and continued on as he chewed. “When do they think I have the time? When I’m able to sleep? No thanks. I like what little sleep I do get.”
It was so casual the way Eddie spoke, not even thinking about what he was saying. There was no filter behind those words, nothing but the straight, stream of conscious Thoughts by Eddie. And so, it hit you straight in the heart, making it skip around a few times.
“That’s a very good point,” you said, unable to stop yourself from chuckling at yourself for even entertaining the idea seriously.
Eddie chuckled, then looked over at you with a grin.
“They say the same thing about you, you know,” he said, then took another bite as he watched for your reaction.
Now it was your turn to choke, though you choked on your food, and Eddie pounded you on the back until you got through it.
“For real?” you asked once the coughing fit was over. “When did those start?”
“Not too long after the wedding,” he replied, grabbing your soda to hand it to you. “Apparently, you’ve been fucking anyone they see come around the house, including the mailman, since day one.”
Your mouth dropped open in shock. That was a new one on you. It certainly explained some of the flat glares and head shakes you’d occasionally gotten since you two got married. You never paid much attention to them when it happened, thinking it was about something stupid.
As it turns out, you were right.
“As if I’d really cheat on the guy I’ve been crushing on since the sixth grade,” you scoffed, then took a drink of your soda. “There would be no sense in it. Besides that, pretty much like you said, when would I have the ti-“
“Wait, what?”
You looked over at Eddie to find him staring at you with a shocked expression and his fork halfway to his mouth.
“What?” you asked, not sure what he was asking about.
Eddie tossed the fork into his bowl, set it on the table and turned to you.
“We’ve been married for,” he said, then stopped to think for a moment. “Just over two years now and this is the first I’m hearing about you having a crush on me?”
You blinked at him in surprise, your eyebrows going up.
“I didn’t figure it mattered once we were married,” you said, shrugging. “We’re together now, so I didn’t think it needed to be said.”
The expression of shock on Eddie’s face would’ve been funny had you not known it was completely genuine.
“Princess, that would’ve been really helpful to know a long time ago,” he said, the tone of his voice incredulous and slightly shaky. “I’ve spent these past two years worried about if I really made you happy. I honestly keep wondering if you really want to be with me, or if you only agreed to marrying me because you didn’t want the stigma of being a single mom on top of being the town freak’s whore.”
There was no trace of cruelty in his voice since Eddie wasn’t calling you that name to be mean. That was something people started calling you near the end of junior year. By senior year, it had stuck, and you got called it every day until graduation. Some of the old bullies still liked to shout it at you when they saw you out. It was part of the reason why you didn’t like to leave the house most days unless you absolutely had to for errands.
“Admittedly, that thought did cross my mind,” you said, then sat your own bowl on the table to turn to him. “But I wouldn’t have said yes if I didn’t really want to marry you, baby or no. If you were the type of man that would’ve made me miserable, I’d still be at my parents’ house.”
The smile that came to Eddie’s face then could’ve lit up the entire garage. One of his hands came up to softly stroke the side of your face as he gazed at you fondly.
“And I wouldn’t have asked you to marry me if I didn’t truly want to,” he said. “Baby or no.”
You moved one hand to rest it on his leg, giving it a soft squeeze, as he leaned in to kiss you.
As the kiss gradually started to ramp up from loving to more intense, Eddie pulled away slightly, looking at you with a worried expression.
“Does this mean I can touch you more?” he asked, sounding unsure of himself suddenly as he started to ramble. “I thought you didn’t really want me to, so I never do, but, god, it’s all I’ve wanted to do since ninth grade, and I want to so much it drives me fucking crazy sometimes.”
Your cheeks blushed a bright pink at Eddie’s admission. It was a good feeling knowing he desired you as much as you did him, and your heart soared knowing he felt as deeply for you too. This hadn’t been a marriage of convenience for either of you, after all.
Taking his face in both of your hands, you pulled him in for a soft kiss, pulling back at the end to gaze into his eyes.
“Baby, you’ve always been able touch me,” you said softly. “Whenever you want and in whatever way you want.”
A grin spread across Eddie’s face, the glint you saw out in the garage coming back to his eyes. His hands found their way up to your shoulders and he pushed you onto your back on the couch. Climbing on top of you less than a second later, he laid himself between your legs, his lips finding their way to yours once again.
Like always, the town rumors about Eddie had turned out to be nothing more than falsehoods thanks to bored rumor mongering. There was absolutely nothing wrong with your marriage apart from the fact neither of you had properly communicating your needs and desires. And that was something both of you recognized now. The two of you made a vow to each other that very night, right there on his boss’s couch, promising to be more open with your feelings and thoughts.
And, as it turns out, you were given the opportunity to put those newfound communication skills to the test soon enough. When you left the garage that night, you left with more than just hearts in your eyes and very sore legs.
Just over three weeks later, another little white stick turned blue.
Oh, how the rumor mill had a field day with that one.
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Talk To Me, Teddy
Summary: Eddie had a rough day at the garage and he needs some love from his girl.
Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Female reader. Mechanic!Eddie mentioned, daddy kink, spit kink, cock warming, rough sex, pregnancy mentioned, smut, fluff, comfort. slight angst.
It happened the first time by accident but it became a thing you two did when the world got to be just a little too much to handle.
Deep in the throes of passion you were looking up at Eddie’s big brown Bambi eyes staring down at you with all the love and adoration in the world and the dam broke. Hot, fat tears started rolling down your cheeks. Weeks of pent up emotions spilling out as his hips stilled and he buried himself balls deep inside your warm, wet walls. The two of you stayed that way for an hour as you vented, ranted and raved about everything that had been weighing heavy on you. He listened intently and soothed your soul as your bodies connected in the most intimate way possible. When the weight lifted and the tears stopped he rocked into you with slow, deep thrusts that seemed to breathe new life back into you. It was the most intense orgasm you had ever felt. Eddie too. Cumming so hard you both felt the aftershocks for at least 10 minutes as you laid side by side on his stained mattress with your sweaty chests heaving.
So tonight when he came through the door, sweaty and covered in grease, hair wild and eyes frantic you knew what he wanted. What he needed. He stalked over to the couch where you had been curled up watching a movie and unceremoniously flopped down on top of you with a loud hmpf.
“Wanna talk about it, Eddie Bear?” You whispered as you pulled his hair loose from the confines of the low ponytail at the nape of his neck and raked your nails against his scalp.
“Need inside, pretty girl.” He mumbled against you where his lips were pressed tight to your neck just under your ear. His breath fanning out over your skin causing goosebumps to erupt down your arms. “Please?”
“Of course, baby. Come on.” You cooed as you tapped his hips and shuffled under him to slip off the couch. “Let’s go to bed.”
He was up and off of you before you could blink. Grabbing your hand to pull you up with him as he drug you through the small living room of your shared apartment and down the hall to your room. Clothes were stripped and thrown into the dark abyss. Blankets were pushed back as you crawled into the middle of the bed and spread your legs wide. He slotted himself between your thighs, ringed hand circling your clit as his lips crashed into yours. He wasn't after sex. Not yet. He just needed to warm you up so he could slide in without resistance. He knew a few deep kisses and a couple of touches would have you there in no time and he was right. Sliding in slowly, inch by inch until his hips were flush with yours. A deep, relieved sigh left his lips as he wrapped his arms under your shoulders and held you close as he hovered over you, propped up on his elbows. Every inch of your skin was pressed against his, your nails scratching lightly as your hands traveled up and down the back of his biceps.
“Better?” You smiled up at him as he closed his eyes and let the feeling of you being wrapped around him wash over him. He hummed, deep and low from his chest as he pressed his forehead to yours and nodded slowly. “Good. Talk to me, Teddy. What happened?”
And talk he did. He told you all about the new guy at work, the asshole who kept fucking shit up over and over and over again. How he had to keep going behind him to fix his fuck ups without even a single thank you. His boss was oblivious, hiding back in his office and ignoring the talk from the other mechanics in the breakroom. Everyone was pissed. They all hated the guy. His attitude, his ego, the way he talked about the women who came into the garage. It was bordering on a full blown rage deep in Eddie's veins and you could feel the way his whole body tensed as he talked. You squeezed your walls around him, grounding him, reminding him of where he was and the tension slowly faded. His words grew less harsh, his tone evened out and his eyes settled back into their warm honey hue from the black orbs they started with.
“I am so sorry you’ve been dealing with all of that.” You gave him a soft smile as your hands stilled on the backs of his shoulders. “Have you guys thought about talking to Dean? I mean, I know you said he’s heard conversations but maybe if you all sit him down and tell him what’s going on he’ll do something about it.”
“We have a meeting in the morning.” He nodded as his hips shifted and he started to pull out just as slowly as he had pushed in. “No more talking, pretty girl. Let me have you.”
“Take what you nee…” You were cut off as he snapped forward and hit you deep inside. “Oh my God!”
“That’s it, angel.” He smirked as pulled back and did it again. Harder this time. “Tell Daddy how good it feels.”
“Eddie…” His name fell from your lips as a loud, breathy moan as he pushed up to kneel between your thighs. His hands found your hips, lifting your ass up off the mattress as he set a brutal pace that had you falling apart under him in a matter of seconds. It wasn't the sweet, slow love making you were used to after these talks but it’s what he needed and you were happy to give it to him. Every ounce of frustration he felt was released as he fucked into you, filthy words babbling from his plumps lips as sweat covered your bodies.
“You. Okay?” He grunted out and your stomach flipped as he angled his hips up and brushed your sweet spot. Even as he absolutely wrecked your insides he was still your sweet, sweet boy checking in to make sure you were good, that he wasn't being too rough. All you could do was nod as your hands gripped the sheets at your sides, trying to hold on to something as the coil in your belly started to tighten. “Words. Need. Words.
“I… I’m… FUCK! Eddie! Fuck!” You cried as his hand left your hip and started rubbing fast, hard circles against your swollen clit. “Don’t stop. I’m… I’m… I’m…”
“Yeah?” There was a condescending lilt to his voice as he cocked his head to the side and started slamming into you with sloppy thrusts. “You cumming, gorgeous? Gonna cum on Daddy’s fat cock?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” You screamed, head thrashing back and forth against the pillows as the coil snapped and your whole body seized up. Every muscle in your body clenched, pulling you up off the bed as your back arched and your toes curled into the sheets.
“Atta girl.” Eddie cooed as he shoved you down to the bed and fell with you, the entire weight of his body holding you down as he grabbed your shoulders and held you still. “Open your mouth.”
You did as he commanded, tongue laying flat against your chin as he reared back and spit right down your throat. Your whole body was on fire as he fucked up into you. Once, twice, three times before he was cumming with hot, heavy breaths against your chest. He stilled, grip loosening as he laid his head on your chest and pulled out slowly.
“What in the actual fuck was that?” You laughed breathlessly once your breathing evened out and he lifted his head up with a shit eating grin spread across his face.
“Too much?”
“Nah, man.” You laughed as you lazily pushed his head to the side, a grin matching his spreading across your own lips. “I think y’all need to keep this Billy dude around if he’s gonna make you fuck me like that.”
“Oooooo.” He grimaced as he shook his head slowly. “Low blow, baby. Don’t do me like that.”
“Sorry, Daddy.” You giggled as your hand came up to run your knuckles down the side of his face. “But Imma need you to do me like that more often.”
“My girl okay in here?” His eyebrows disappeared behind the sweaty curls stuck to his forehead as his hand came up to rest over the tiny bump of your belly. “I wasn’t thinking, sweetheart. Fuck. I didn't hurt her did I?”
“No, you didn’t.” You smiled warmly as his calloused, grease covered finger tips tickled over your skin. “She’s actually fluttering around in there, believe it or not.”
“Sure it’s not that mind blowing orgasm you just had?”
“I’m sure.” You nodded as your hand came up to join his. “It’s her.”
“I can’t wait till I can feel her.” His eyes were bright as he laced his fingers through his and rested his chin on the back of your hand. “Think it’ll be soon?”
“I don't know.” You shrugged as your other hand peeled the sweaty tresses from his cheeks and forehead. “I’ve never been pregnant before, I don’t know how long that takes.”
“Daddy loves you, princess.” He whispered as he placed a soft, sweet kiss to your tummy before he looked up at you. “I love you, too.”
“I love you.”
“Can we eat now?” His demeanor changed on a dime as he perked up with bright sparkling eyes. “I’m fucking famished!”
“And the moments gone.” You let out a barking laugh as you rolled your eyes and a chuckle bubbled up from his chest. “I’ll make you something while you shower. You kinda stink, Munson.”
“You love the way I smell, Munson.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you before he rolled off the bed and jumped to his feet. “I’ll never get tired of that.”
“What? Saying I love the way you smell?” You pulled your eyebrows together as he helped you stand on shaky legs, arms wrapping around your waist to hold you steady.
“Calling you Munson.” He grinned as he pressed a soft, sweet kiss to your lips. “S’only reason I married you.”
“Oh really?” You pulled up one of your eyebrows as your jaw jutted out to the side. “That’s the only reason, huh?”
“I might be a tad bit obsessed with you, too.” He shrugged as his face scrunched up causing his nose to wrinkle across the bridge and his cheeks to go pudgy. “Barely even a little bit though.”
“Go get in the shower, asshole.” You rolled your eyes again as you slapped his chest and pushed him away from you with fake annoyance on your face. Only Eddie could literally fuck you breathless and then tease you like a child in the span of twenty minutes. You loved it. You loved him.
“Wanna join me?” He asked as he grabbed your wrist to stop you from putting on your robe and you turned to him with wide eyes and a smirk. You knew a shower with your insatiable husband was never just a shower.
“I thought you were hungry?”
“Yeah…” He looked down at his semi hard cock laying against his thigh. “He’s definitely hungry.”
“Jesus Christ.” You sighed as you rested your forehead on his shoulder. “Fine! One round in the shower and then food. Deal?”
“Deal.”
Tagging: @munson-trashcan
#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson x you#mechanic eddie#stranger things
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Mechanic Eddie because @pinkrelish and @newcatmeow inspired me
#i cant find the original post but it was Im on Fire by Bruce Springsteen but make it Eddie Munson#i saw that and just started vibrating at high speeds#thank you for the inspiration 😤🤚#eddie munson#eddie munson fanart#eddie munson doodle#eddie munson sketch#bruce Springsteen#stranger things#joseph quinn#mechanic!eddie#mechanic eddie#eddie munson au#stranger things au
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Missed Connections
older!Eddie x f!Reader
We are in a new town with drifter!Eddie, he's in Oregon and it's the mid-2000's. He survived the Upside Down and has been traveling ever since, carrying his wounds with him. There is no "monster" action in this, as with the other drifter Eddie stories, there isn't even any smut, but I love thinking about him, and I wrote this purely for myself, and maybe two other people. Eddie is in his late 30's to early 40's, and reader is over 30.
18+ONLY, MDNI, mechanic!Eddie, alcohol consumption, mention of scars and depression, loneliness, mutual crush, surprise ending
wc: 1.6k
On the outskirts of town, just before you could catch the highway in either direction, there sat the only gas station for 20 miles. The tiny mom and pop market behind it housed various essentials including lottery tickets, deep fried corn dogs, and booze.
The liquor store was a separate entity, but a part of the same building, which made for one hell of a convenient stop, and over the past year, it had become a part of your routine to drop by after work every Friday.
It wasn’t long before you noticed him, the guy with the long hair and wallet chain with bats tattooed on his forearm. His work boots were scuffed, and he wore a long-sleeved flannel in the winter, but by the time spring came, his button-up, heather blue work shirts gave you a view of the rest of the ink and scar tissue covering his arms. One day, when he was going in, you were coming out, and he held the door for you. He had silver hair at his temples, and a thin white scar on his cheek that tugged down his eye a bit. The patch on his pocket said Eddie.
Another month of Fridays went by. You were lingering in front of the rows of bottles, humming to Hank Williams being played over the sound system, wondering if you wanted to try a new vodka. Maybe the coconut flavored one would change your life? A bit of fizz and perhaps you could close your eyes and pretend you were on that vacation you’d only been able to dream about for years.
“‘Scuze me,” the deep whisper was so close, it made your heart somersault.
It was that Eddie guy again, stretching his arm out long in front of you to grab a pint of Jameson. The fact that there was plenty of room for him to go around and get it without interacting was not lost on you. You took that opportunity to inhale a sharp breath, noting the hints of motor oil to match the dark stains under his fingers and in the creases of his knuckles. A touch of sandalwood softened with vanilla and nicotine, and a secret other thing you couldn’t put your finger on.
“My grandpa loved Jameson,” you mumbled, keeping your attention on the clear booze.
Eddie scowled curiously, searching your profile. “He had good taste.”
You offered a tight grin, not sure what else to add. You’d been alone for so long, you were starting to forget how to interact with people, but the clunky gears in your mind registered that he wasn't wearing a wedding ring. He did have a silver hoop piercing in one ear, though, and a few days' worth of scruffy beard growth.
It startled you to find him chilling on the sidewalk, lighting a smoke just outside the door.
“Have a nice night,” you hummed politely, beelining for your car.
The lit cigarette bounced between his lips as he spoke. “Same time, same place? Next Friday?”
With your driver’s door open in front of you like a shield, you paused to look at him. All the months you’d been crossing paths, you’d never caught him smiling before, but just then, one side of his mouth curled up and a dimple popped in his cheek. An unusual warmth crept through you, and you bobbed your head a few times to answer his question.
When you got home that night, you sat outside in your car and bawled into your open hands. Your life had been spiraling out of control for a while, and every so often the dam burst when you least expected it. You didn’t have any tissues in your car, so you blew your nose on an old fast food napkin and wished you could afford to relocate and start a new life. You wondered if Eddie was lonely, if he ever sat on the couch watching TV, wishing he had friends, wondering where all the years had gone.
You’d been wallowing so hard in your misery, you didn’t hear your mother stomp out onto the sidewalk. “ARE YOU COMING IN?” She shouted it, as if you were hard of hearing and had no neighbors. “The damn remote is broken or something. I can’t figure it out.”
Staring glassy-eyed at nothing, you took a deep, withering breath that made your lower lip tremble. Another weekly ritual of yours was to show your mother how to use the TV remote and listen to her tell you how tired you looked.
The next Friday, you were running late from work and only caught sight of Eddie driving out of the parking lot. It was then you realized that you didn’t really need anything at the market that day, so you wandered around for too long before settling on a Snapple and a few of their cheapest scratch tickets. You did not win anything.
He was late the next week, but your skin flushed with excitement when you caught sight of him zooming in off the main street in his beat-up work truck. When he came in, he scanned the store until he found you, and then you both picked up items nearby and pretended to be interested in them.
You shifted too close to one of the shelves and knocked a row of tampons to the ground, cursing as you fumbled to pick them up before anyone could stroll over to investigate.
When you stood to full height again, your Eddie had vanished. Maybe he’d gone to use the restroom, you had no clue, but now you had a box of super plus tampons in your hand that you actually needed to buy, along with a few other things in a shopping basket on your arm, and you wanted to check out before he returned.
Ten minutes later, he was still MIA.
What the hell were you planning to do, anyway? His truck was still there. Months of nothing but a few words and goofy stares was all it would ever be. Just a silly little corner market crush. Get over it.
You decided to start your car up and hit the road.
But your engine had other plans.
You pumped the gas a few times on the old Chrysler that used to be your grandmother’s, asking for her help from beyond the grave.
“Please, please,” watching the door to see who was coming out, you tried the ignition again.
The engine cranked a bit, and then nothing.
You tucked your chin to your chest, about to lose your shit right there at the corner market parking lot.
But then
there was a knuckle tap at your window, and for some reason, you weren’t surprised to see Eddie standing there. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail that day and he was still wearing coveralls like he’d been in such a hurry to leave work and had no time to change. Chocolate eyes were concerned as he made the universal sign for you to roll your window down.
“Won’t start?” He rested his hand on your side mirror. “Want me to take a look at it?”
One thing about you, it was nearly impossible to accept help of any kind, especially from strangers.
“No, I—” you tried the key again, knowing you’d get the same result. “I’m sure you have other places to be.”
“I got no place to be, I promise you,” he wanted to help, but he was also weary not to force himself and make you uncomfortable. “I’d be happy to help.”
“I’ll just call triple A,” you flashed a nervous smile.
“If you’re sure,” he bit his top lip and gave an awkward thumbs up before heading back.
Eddie sat back in his truck a second and thought about it. It didn’t take long for him to jump back out and go over to offer you the use of his flip phone, in case you didn’t have one. Maybe he’d think of some other clever thing to say, but probably not.
He found you in the same position, both hands gripping the wheel, a catatonic look on your face.
“Hey,” he waved as if it were the first time seeing each other that day.
“Hey,” you gulped. “I’m really glad you came back.”
“You are?” He cocked his head, jaw muscles tightening.
“Yeahhhh. I don’t have triple A,” you let out a strangled, self-deprecating laugh.
“Is the engine turning over at all?”
You bit the inside of your cheek and shook your head, and by the expression on his face, you could tell that was not a good thing.
With a deep breath, he glanced from you to the hood of the car, hooking a thumb into his pocket. “Well, we might have to tow it to the shop so I can get a better look at it there.”
“I appreciate it, but I can’t afford—”
“It’s on me,” he shoved both hands all the way in his pockets then. “The guy that owns the shop, he owes me a favor.”
Fucking right Lou owed him a favor. He owned him like 20. He'd been busting his nut sixty hours a week, while simultaneously keeping quiet about the illegal chop shop that Lou ran out of his second garage. Not to mention Eddie had never asked for a handout or so much as a day off in the eighteen months that he'd been there. Plus, Lou did not want to meet Eddie's bad side.
"I can change your oil, rotate your tires, make sure everything else is running okay."
You sought his eyes for reassurance. The neglected heart inside of you didn’t know what to do with the generosity.
You were grateful he'd opted not to lift up your hood right then and there. It would've been pretty easy for him to sleuth out that the distributor cap was missing, and those didn't just vanish out of thin air. For now, it was in your bag, and you'd find a way to get it back on eventually.
“Do you want to wait here while I go and get the tow truck, or do you want to ride with me? I'd love to buy you dinner, if you're hungry."
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This is just me being a slut, like my name 🌚, but wearing a skirt for Eddie for the first time 🤭
Like he’s just rambling and rambling then he notices that you’ve changed from pants to the skirt and then he starts being absolutely feral
Then he spreads your leg and starts kissing his way up your thighs and you’re just leaking like crazy underneath, leaving a wet spot on the front
And he makes you keep it on as he rails the fuck out of you
Tw: (m/n) wearing skirt and panties, biting, Mechanic Eddie
A/n: thank you @luns-world world and @marilynmonroefanfics for proofreading this for me
Eddie would lose his mind over (m/n) wearing a skirt. He’s always begged him to wear one and (m/n)’s response was always “maybe one day”. Well today was finally that day. Knowing how Eddie easily gets stressed at the mechanic shop, he decided to wait till Eddie left for work to go out and buy everything.
Once Eddie got home he started rambling about how busy the shop was and dealing with impatient customers when you quietly excused yourself to go change. Since you wore everything underneath you were easily able to just drop your pants and go back to the kitchen, leaning on the doorway waiting for him to turn around and notice.
“then I spilled oil all over my shirt and- woah…weren’t you just wearing pants earlier how did you….fuck that’s hot”
Eddie paused for a second to look at you in a pretty blue skirt, knowing damn well that skirt was too short and left little to the imagination. Your beautiful thighs exposed for him to see, unable to decide if he should grab them, bruise them, spank them, or suffocate between them. He feels heat rise to his face and his pants tighten and his dick twitch before rushing and picking up, taking you both to the bedroom sitting you down on the edge of the bed. Eddie starts kissing up (m/n)’s legs, slowly spreading them only to find him wearing a matching set of blue panties.
“Shit babe, you went all out just for me” Eddie says with a smirk playing with your clothed cock, hungrily watching as your leaky cock stains the pretty lace blue pantie. He then hikes your legs on his shoulders kissing your thighs leaving hickies and an occasional bite mark on each one. He finally makes it to your hard cock, and you feel his breath engulf it causing you to shudder from the warmth. Getting impatient Eddie gently bites the pantie before pulling it down with his teeth exposing your hard cock. He licks his lips before using his tongue to draw a long stripe from your balls to your tip licking off the escaping precum. Eddie hums to himself tasting the sweetness yet salty pre.
“thank you baby, I really needed this.”
Eddie totally makes you wear the skirt as you ride his cock. Each movement causes the skirt to flutter up letting him see his cock go in and out of your ass, making him go absolutely feral. He grabs your cheeks and slap them every time you slow down, causing you to keep up speed. “yeah, ride it baby. don’t stop for me”
Eddie’s thing for skirts only worsens because of this, so he definitely buys (m/n) more skirts. He may even buy fishnets too (he totally does).
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kinda a niche au concept but i think a lot of people will get it but also it’s so random lol: corroded coffin friendship / steddie / buckingham / more lol
okay, my dad watches car shows all the time like the car sos shit, and i don’t really like them, but i’ve always enjoyed one: Counting Cars. the main mechanic is like a metalhead and they’re all kinda punky and alternative and just a bunch of metalhead dads pimping out old cars and shit.
henceforth, the au idea: how are you seeing how our beloved eddie might fit into this?
SO say CC got big enough to be known kinda western globally or whatever, maybe bigger idk i don’t care but anyway. maybe they were a one hit wonder in the 80/90’s or whatever.
but they stopped playing because they all kinda wanted to settle down and stop partying and wanted to buy houses and not have to tour all the time or whatever right. say gareth met a girl and got married to her and they had a kid on the way, jeff and grant wanted to settle down and live a cosy steady life together, eddie was just so fucking tired of being front man idol or whatver. and they all just wanted to get back into the mechanic shop - maybe they all apprenticed at thatcher tyers or whatever in hawkins when they were younger.
whatever the reason, they’re ex-famous band who are pretty ficking rich and love working on cars and shit. so they open a shop and start fixing up cars. they get a lot of rapport because of their name; the shops called corroded cars or something similar to the band name. eddie runs the place because it’s mostly his passion and he impulse bought the shop himself whilst drunk one night and then they were all just like okay yeah let’s do this lol.
maybe one night they’re all chilling at gareth’s place for “family” dinner and after dinner they’re just watching telly and a car show comes on and then they get the idea to start a show!!! so they do!!!
eddie’s the main guy, obviously. he’s always been the drama queen confident one so he runs it all, and it’s His shop anyway. eddie is the idiotic, loveable, idiot but he’s also just a cool down to earth alternative guy who headbangs whilst working on engines and REFUSES to cut his hair.
i think jeff would be the head painter, graphic artist,. i feel such an arty vibe from him ya know? i think that would be his area of expertise. the audience would love his general calm vibe but also adore how easily he puts everyone in their place in a second and is so secretly sassy.
i think argyle would be the airbrush guy and also works in paint / design. he’s Definitely not always high and is just funny like that… definitely. his niche opinions and random curiosities keep the audience captivated.
gareth would be the detailer i think. he’s got a sort of perfectionist vibe and he’d always have a go when eddie brings in a car or a bike he’s just been fixing the motor of or whatever and there’s grease stains all over the doors and shit. the audience would love their banter.
grant would be the bike shop manager, he’s got a strong interest in motorbikes and that’s his area of expertise. he’ll spend hours perfecting one part of the body of a bike and eddie adores his dedication every fuckinf time.
jonothan would be the tech guy. he finds ways to update old cars to help them run smoothly whilst feeling authentic in the drive. some of the tech he pulls out is next level and everyone in the shop will spend an entire episode gushing about this one feature in a car he added that makes it feel like a spy car or something.
Nancy!! she’d be the behind the scenes manager. eddie hired her about one month into the buisiness when he realised none of the CC guys could / or wanted to do the books and shit. she’s smart as hell and a total hard ass when it comes to their aloof attitude and carelessness, but she’s also good fun and a total girlboss. eddie relies on her to keep the shop afloat, he’d be lost without her. she’s a fan favorite because she’s the only one who can attempt to put eddie in his place and acctually succeed. anyone goes and tells eddie he needs to think about the budget before he goes spending, he won’t even listen, she gives him one look and tells him no and suddenly he’s sheepish and nodding and walking away like a child who was told they can’t have a cookie. she’s in charge of all the books / finance / accounts / all that stuff!
(also, people are having a hard time figuring out if she’s dating john or argyle, or weather those guys are dating eachotjer, or if they’re all dating, or if None of them are dating)
Chrissy!! she’s adorable. a total fan favorite. she’s their receptionist and is currently taking an engineering course part time in college, finally taking the initiative to do something She actually wants to do. her sweet demeanour pulls customers and watchers in, and her determined attitude is what makes them stay. she’s like pure sugar, but so insanely smart. sometimes she’ll come and watch everyone as they work and if it’s not busy they’ll teach her different things and let her try. everyone loves the episodes where chrissy gets to try and fix things or paint things or learn things!
ROBIN!!! my girl! ugh! she’s TOTALLY an iconic mean lesbian okay. she’s always got banter with the guys, and she’s so cool calm and clllected, insulting them all the time. the girls in the audience go crazy when she’s onscreen in just a wife beater tank and got them gay girl muscles out! she works close with eddie on motors and shit but she’s also the project scout. she looks for new things for them to try and brings these ideas / cars / bikes / whatever else over to eddie to get out into the show! but the audience loves her even more when they see her totally awkward dorky side come out the first episode where chrissy comes over and watches robin work. they’ve never seen robin drop a spanner so much! chrissy is the only one who can fluster robin like that. the audience is rooting for their romance.
and the steddie! so robins totally uber rich best friend likes collecting old cars. and she’s been trying to get him on the show for a while because he has Such cool cars but he’s never needed fixing or pimping. until he goes and buys another one and it just won’t run and it’s all beaten down but he just HAD to buy it because it was his dream car as a little kid or something. so he comes on the show with his car and - well, the main reason he’s been avoiding it because he actually used to crush on lead guitarist and vocalist eddie munson back in the 90’s - eddie obviously being the face of the show greets him with nancy and robin and they talk about his car and eddie gets Flustered!
robin has a totally hot best friend whos So ficking queer And knows heaps about cars and is standing so close, shoulders touching with eddie as he shows pictures of his collection on his phone and eddie pretends he’s looking at the cars and not steve’s ring adorned hands.
steve is also highly protective of his cars and so he hangs around whilst they work on his ride. he and robin are so chatty and bitchy together and the audience love it. and eddie can’t stop Staring!!
by episode three of steve being featured in it people are posting shit trying to notify steve and robin that eddie is so gay for steve!
and then steve’s car is done and done and then he leaves the show. and then a couple of episodes later robin approaches eddie and whispers - but the cameras are right there - to eddie asking if he has been perving on her best friend and it’s So funny to everyone cause eddie’s kinda terrified and she’s threading to burry him alive if he hurts her steve and- eddie goes red when he realises that robin just confirmed he had a chance with steve.
anyway. suddenly steve has Many more appearances on the show :)
and obviously robin and chrissy get together!!’
and no one ever finds out about the love triangle between nancy jon and argyle (they’re all polly)
anyway. i just think that’s cute.
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the seventh heaven (when i kissed the teacher)
by judasofsuburbia
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson
Character: Wayne Munson, Robin Buckley, Dustin Henderson, Max Mayfield
Additional Tags: Teacher Steve Harrington, Single Parent Eddie Munson, Mutual Pining, Flirting, First Kiss, Mechanic Eddie Munson, Injury Recovery, Song: When I Kissed The Teacher (ABBA), car maintenance as a means of flirting, homosexual wound care, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting
Words: 6,061
Chapters: 1/1
Summary
Eddie leans forward a little and squeezes Steve’s shoulder. He whispers, “Or maybe I just want to see you when there is not 20 five-year-olds staring at me.”
From this proximity, Steve can smell his cologne and lingering car oil. He can feel his brain cells dying every second he inhales the intoxicating aroma. Steve breathes shallowly, too aware of the growing blush on his cheeks, and says, “S-sure. I’d like that.”
Eddie smirks and has the audacity to wink before going to each of his kids, ruffling their hair, and kissing them goodbye with a big wet smack on their cheeks. He passes by Steve again and murmurs, “I won’t say goodbye to you like that. Not yet, at least. Good luck with my little gremlins” before walking out the door.
or: kindergarten teacher! steve is ready to give up on dating when single dad! eddie walks into his classroom. now he sees everything in a different light.
#steddie#steddie fic rec#oneshot#5-10k#teacher steve#single dad eddie#mutual pining#mechanic eddie#au modern
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“Is that what you want? Me bothering you until you’re in the grave?”
He squinted. “Fair point.”
Head over heels for @pinkrelish’s mechanic Eddie from The Yes Policy. He lives rent free in my mind, I just had to draw him. 🖤
(In my goopy brain he’s gone for a cigarette at golden hour, messing with the wrench idly flipping it around in his hand, away in his own little world).
#everyone say thanku pinkrelish#read typ if u know whats good for u#mechanic eddie has my heart#im living in his clavicle#my art#eddie munson#mechanic eddie#stranger things#st4#eddie munson fan art#eddie munson fanart#eddie munson art#stranger things 4#bored of tags now bye
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Imagine reader leaving school to see she has a flat tire bc she ran over a nail or something. And she just cries bc she doesn’t know what to do and she has a bad family and no friends to call. Eddie sees her and is all like “oh sweetheart don’t even stress, I can have you on the road in ten minutes”. Eddie has the biggest crush on her and would totally fix any problems she has with her car. She’ll call him up all shy like “hey eddie… my car is making this weird noise” and he’s all giddy “I’ll be there in ten princess”. I can imagine him making things take longer just so he can see her longer and get her to keep talking to him. He’ll take longer to fix her car but offer to give her a ride to school and home and just be so excited to see her. She’ll eventually start making excuses to see him and making up car problems. He eventually starts to catch on and asks her out 😭😭
#eddie stranger things#eddie munson x y/n#eddie x reader#soft eddie munson#eddie munson#mechanic#mechanic eddie#imagine#SOBBING
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enough with mechanic!eddie vs mechanic!billy. i've HAD it.
let steve have TWO metal boyfriends.
billy has his own shop. he hires eddie right after he graduates. but eddie doesn't really know anything about cars. yes, he knows how to hot wire them or pick the locks, but that's all his dad really taught him. other than maybe how to change a tire?
but billy loves his boyfriend and he loves cars so getting to teach someone the inner workings from scratch is exciting for him. he gets to explain things in detail, talk about how to fix this thing or how that thing works. he gets to guide eddie while he's learning, gets to correct his mistakes. and billy fucking loves it.
eddie's just happy to have a job. he's happy to see his boyfriend happy; loves seeing his eyes light up when he's talking about fucking hubcaps or whatever. he likes having a boss that isn't a total dickweed. and the view at the end of the day isn't half bad either; billy with his hair sticking to his face with sweat, hands covered in grease.
it turns out billy's a damn good teacher, because eddie catches on pretty quickly. before either of them know it, eddie's opening the shop by himself sometimes, taking the simpler jobs so billy can focus on the bigger ones, even diagnosing car issues without consulting his boyfriend first.
however... both of them working in the repair shop is the bane of steve's existence.
yes, they're sexy when they're in their blue jeans, rag tucked in the back pocket, grease-spotted tank tops clinging tightly to their torsos. it's hot. he cant deny that.
but, god. they'll come home at the end of the day and smell whatever it is steve has been cooking for dinner and come running into the kitchen like hounds. more than a few times they've sat right down and looked at him happily, expectantly. it never fails to get that motherly look of disapproval on steve's face.
"ah, ah, ah!" he tuts, waving whatever's in his hand at them; a wooden spoon, a ladle, a wash rag, a spatula. "don't you dare even think about sitting at my table before washing up."
"sorry, steve," comes eddie's sheepish reply as he turns to go to the bathroom.
"yes, mother," billy is less apologetic.
steve's just glad they take his direction and wash their damn hands before they eat. he's very uppity about his tablecloths and his boyfriends have stained more than one with their mechanic fingers.
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Mechanic!Eddie HCs
I don’t know how i haven’t posted this before but i think i honestly just forgot to 😅 i 100% think that being a mechanic suits Eddie perfectly, in every fic that mentions him being at work it’s always in reference to him being a mechanic though i wasn’t sure if i made that too clear :p but here are some HCs i have for Mechanic!Eddie 🥰
Wayne taught him how to work with cars since he was young, but he was too interested in them to stop learning so as soon as he had the opportunity to work in a shop he applied at every one in town
He was lucky enough to work at a shop near a junkyard so he’s always looking for new parts for his van
He’s supposed to always have his jumpsuit on normally to look ‘professional’ but if it gets too hot in the summer he’ll undo the top half and keep it tied at the waist, however the wifebeater he wears underneath gets dirtied up and torn to shreds by the end of his shift
Always has his music playing as loud as he can while he works
Prefers to do work by himself unless he has to, though sometimes he likes working with his boss so he can ask him questions about anything he doesn’t already know
His boss is basically the only person at the shop that knows he’s a good kid, everyone else usually keeps their distance but they try to maintain a decent coworker relationship with him
Usually has his hair back in a low ponytail or a messy bun while he’s working, and sometimes he has to use his bandana around his forehead to keep the flyaways out of his eyes
He’s the type of person to clock in, do his job, and then go home. Doesn’t like to talk much or bother anyone, he just likes to get to have more time to work with one of his hobbies, and get paid to do it!
Always the type to be completely honest with people when they need something fixed, not try and talk them into getting new parts or getting anything else fixed up to get some more money in his pocket
If Wayne has the time, he’ll go visit Eddie at work and bring lunch with. They don’t get much time together anymore now that Eddie’s older and Wayne’s working more so whenever he can it’s always Eddie’s favorite part of the work day
If the garage is accidentally left open overnight, he’ll sometimes find cats roaming around and will always stop to give them some water or a little treat. If they’re not bothering him he won’t bother them.
Stickerbombs his toolbox
There’s almost no original toolbox showing at this point, it’s completely covered with band stickers and if he finds a spot he hasn’t covered it’s usually gone within the next week
#stranger things#stranger things 4#eddie munson#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson headcanons#mechanic eddie#mechanic eddie munson#headcanons
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"Gluskin, there's someone here to see ya!"
Biker!Eddie has stolen my heart, he's also a mechanic in this au. He just needed to clean off his face before he see's Waylon real quick uwu
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For my birthday this past July, I was given a pipe that is made from a bit off an old carburetor.
It’s the best pipe I’ve ever owned.
mechanic!Eddie would totally make pipes like this, especially if he found out you preferred pipes to joints.
Not only would it make sure it lasted forever, even if you dropped it, but it would make you think of him every time you smoked weed…
Which really works out in his favor if you’re the type to get horny when you get high. 😉
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Walking in Circles - Eddie Munson x gn!reader
summary: Hidden in the tall grass / In the naked light of day / Put my past self in the ground / I've been dancing on the grave / I'm not the person that I was then / I'm tearing him away / I was bitter, I was careless / I was 19 and afraid...
("I Don't Like Who I Was Then" by The Wonder Years).
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In 1993, seven years after high school is in the rearview, Eddie is still stuck on six months in 1986. Then that six months shows up needing a tow. (Un)Lucky for him, he owns a tow truck.
word count: 42.8k (8 chapters)
tags/notes: No y/n, Trans Coded Reader, Trans!Reader, Chance Meetings, Secret Relationship, Mechanic Eddie Munson, Jason Carver Being an Asshole, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Andy is a creep that can rot in hell, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Bullying, mild homophobia, Mild Transphobia, Reclaimed Slurs, Alcohol, Smoking, Weed, Time Skips, Declarations Of Love, fake dating if you squint, Dysfunctional Family, Family Issues, Friends to Lovers to Enemies to Friends to Lovers
Read in full on AO3
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x gn!reader#eddie munson x trans!reader#eddie munson#eddie munson fic#eddie munson fanfic#mechanic eddie
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mommy issues
part 16 / contents
eddie woke up alone. he was curled in on himself, on his side, hugging his body tight, the blanket pulled high over his shoulders and bunched around his neck. he felt hot, too hot. he kicked the blanket off.
he didn't know where he was. he slept deeply. that really good kind of sleep where you're just so exhausted and it takes entirely too long to gain conciseness after. that's what eddie was feeling right now. he didn't know anything, other than the fact that he was too hot, and something smelled really nice.
it was a faint smell of... hmm, something flowery and sweet, and a little musky but in a nice way. he tucked his face into the sheets and breathed it in. when he rolled onto his back, he smelt something else. something stronger. something that made his mouth water.
he rubbed his eyes and tried to force himself back to the now. bacon. he could smell bacon. he could really go for some bacon right now... but he still didn't know where he was. he wasn't in his room, he knew that, it didn't smell like pot in here so it couldn't be his room. and... and the light fixture was different, and there were no posters on the walls. and there were pictures, nice, homely pictures, in frames. and... a dresser, and clothes stewn about over chairs. an open wardrobe that was full of flowey fabrics and dainty patters.
he was in a womans bedroom?
oh fuck, he was in your bedroom.
he forced himself to sit up because, why the fuck was he in your bedroom?
no, scratch that. why the fuck was he in your bedroom, in his underwear?
he looked around some more, but his brain was just so foggy. he could barely form a thought, let alone collect a memory.
he stretched his back out, stretched his arms out, and yawned, slapping his abdomen as he did. next, he stood, and he was a little wobbly on his feet. he stretched his body out then too, shaking, bringing himself back to conciseness a bit more. he scratched his head and found his hair had been tied back into two braids down the sides of his head. what the fuck? he'd never done his hair like that before.
he heard music, soft sounds of it, coming from behind the door. it was a song he couldn't pin point, but he recognised it. he didn't know where his clothes were, they weren't on the floor or anything. okay... strange. he made for the door.
the stronger smell of bacon flooded his senses when he pulled it open. it made him drool. he was so hungry. why was he so hungry? he hardly ever ate in the mornings... maybe it was the afternoon. the music got louder too, something by... oh, something by queen. eddie liked queen- don't tell gareth that.
he poked his head around the corner to look into the kitchen, and he was met with a sight he had to blink a bunch for, to make sure he was actually seeing it. you were standing in the kitchen, humming along to the song, swaying your hips. you had your back to him, but you were wearing a shirt- his shirt, and your underwear, and a pair of socks, and nothing else. you had your hair braided the same as he did, though he was certain you looked better with them.
you swayed and sung and dropped some toast onto a plate with a satisfied little hum before spinning around. you practically jumped out of your skin.
"fuck me- bunny!" you laughed, your smile so bright eddie couldn't help but mirror it, "don't creep up on me, sugar. you know i scare easy."
"sorry." eddie said before he even processed it, he rubbed his eyes again, still making sense of it all.
"damn." you said, your hands on your hips as you huffed, and it sent a few strands of hair flying up out of your face, much like a cartoon character, "i was hoping i'd have a little more time to bring you breakfast in bed."
eddie looked at you for a moment, at your sweet smile, at the state of you, remembering the state of himself. of your bed. of the musk- ohmygod that happened. jesus, it wasn't just a wet dream. it happened. it really fucking happened. all of it. you fucked him.
eddie cracked a smile, sheepish, "sorry."
"never mind that." you smiled, walking over to the stove where you flipped some bacon... mhm, bacon, "how are you feeling, bunny?"
"tired." he croaked.
"coffee?" you asked, pointing back over your shoulder with the spatula, "poured you a cup, put extra sugar in because you deserve a little sweetness in your life, baby."
well aren't you just a delight?
eddie hummed and moved over to the counter by the coffee pot and wrapped his hands around the mug, took a sip.
"thanks."
"no problem... you hungry?" you turned the heat off and moved back to the plates beside him, shoveling bacon onto the both of them, "worked up an appitite last night."
"starving." he said and took a big sip.
you giggled at him, "you got a little milk mustache." you set the pan down in the sink, the spatula too.
"oh." eddie said, reaching his hand up to wipe it away, but you didn't let him. you grabbed his hand and pulled it back, and kissed it away instead, "oh."
"you are so out of it, right now." your smile was the brightest thing he'd ever seen. iit was brighter than the fucking sun. what was that rule? don't stare directly at the sun or you'd burn your retinas? well, fuck not staring into the sun, he wants to look at that smile forever.
"mhm." eddie lulled his head forward a little and sipped on his coffee again, "sorry."
"you're so cute. don't apologise." you said, "is there anything i can do for you?"
he shook his head no, because even if there was, he couldn't bloody well form a thought clear enough to communicate it.
you nodded your head and grabbed the plates off the counter, walking them over to the little table at the edge of the lounge room. you tipped your head back to call him over with you, and he rolled off of the counter and followed. he let you pull out his chair and sit him down in it, and you gave the juncture of his shoulders a little squeeze and kissed the top of his head. eddie closed his eyes and hummed. he liked all of this very much. you sat down across from him and picked at your food.
eddie ate too. you both ate in silence. his brain was still fog and he had all his wires crossed, so talking wasn’t something that even popped into his head as an idea. you didn’t seem to mind, you just picked at your food and looked at him. you looked at him with a soft smile and a glint in you eye that made eddie feel all fuzzy inside.
once his plate was done and he was full, he stretched out over the back of the chair and let out a wide yawn that made you laugh. you cleared his plate, and eddie scolded himself for not clearing yours first.
he walked into the kitchen with a smile, his brain a little more up too speed now. the bacon really helped.
“thank you.” he said.
you were rinsing the plates off in the sink so you turned back over your shoulder to look at him and smiled, “don’t even… i like looking after you, bunny. plus, i needed a good breakfast too.”
“not just for breakfast.” eddie said simply, and he meant it.
your shoulders dropped a little as you sighed and turned the tap off, “you don’t need to do that.”
“but i will.” he shrugged, “thank you.”
you flicked your hands out and dried them off on the tea towel beside you, “status report?”
eddie chuckled softly, “a little tired, happy… well fed and… nervous.”
you turned around to face him fully, leaning back against the sink, your hands braced on the counter, “nervous?”
“i don’t know what we’re doing…” he swallowed, “i don’t want to scare you away.”
“you couldn’t if you tried.” you said and smacked your lips, “did you have fun?”
eddie nodded and smiled, “yes, obviously.”
“did i push any boundaries?” you seemed quite nervous.
“no.” he shook his head, “i liked it all.”
“is your body in any pain?”
eddie thought for a moment, let himself feel it, “ah… where you bit me is a little tender. but it’s not uncomfortable.” he shrugged with a nervous laugh, “i like the ache… reminds me it’s there… you put it there.”
you grinned, “would you like to do it again some time?”
“yes.” eddie said, very quickly, “yes, absolutely. whenever- right now? i could go for right now? can i eat you out again? please, i’ll get on my knees and do it right here-“
you laughed and threw the tea towel at him, “how strong are you feeling right now?”
he furrowed his brow, entirely confused as to why you were asking such a thing.
“i need you to do some heavy lifting, big boy.” you smirked.
“ah- i’m feeling… strong, i guess.” he shrugged.
“brilliant.” you smiled and in a split second you were rushing right for him.
you let out a high sound and flung your arms around him, throwing yourself at him, your legs wrapping around his waist. he stumbled back, not expecting that in the slightest, but he caught you and laughed. he hugged you close and spun you around with the motion. spinning you and spinning you and spinning you until he could sit you down on the counter, and he placed his hands on it, on either sides of your hips. you kept him close, ankles locked behind his back and arms hugging his neck.
you were awfully close, and eddie realised he hasn’t brushed his teeth yet.
“i need to brush my teeth.” he said, your breath fanning his mouth, your noses brushing against one another.
“so do i.” you giggled, and you kissed him anyway.
closed mouthed and sweet, but it was a kiss. eddie could kiss you now. that was a thing he could do. what the fuck? someone pinch him now, before he wakes up crying from this dream.
“now, i hate to break up the sweet moment, bunny,” you said, sweeping his hair out of his eyes, “but i have things to do and places to be today.”
he pouted, “can we just stay here?”
you sighed, “wouldn’t that be lovely?” he nodded, “i can’t today, sugar.”
he pouted more and it made you giggle.
“this is what’s going to happen- wait, do you have any plans today?”
he shook his head, “it’s saturday, i don’t have any obligations.”
“wonderful.” you smiled and pecked his lips again, “i’m going to go brush my teeth, and i’ve got a spare toothbrush if you want it. and then i’m going to go collect the laundry i hung out this morning, and give you your pants back-“
“you washed my pants?” he asked.
“yes.“ you giggled, “they- ah… they got a little dirty.”
“dirty?” he quirked an eyebrow.
“when i was on your lap.” you said softly, running your fingers over his braids, “told you you get me so wet-“
“oh.” his eyes almost bulged out of his head, “they were…”
you nodded and smirked, “so i washed them. and i need to wash the sheets as well, because they got… you just… you had cum on your stomach and-“
eddie groaned, “i’m sorry. i’ll wash them.”
“no.” you shook your head sternly, “no offence, but i paid good money for those sheets and i doubt you know how to wash them correctly. you can wash the dishes if you’d like to help, though?”
eddie nodded and kissed you again, “of course.”
“thank you, baby.” you smiled very sweetly, “then.. by the time i’m done with that, the cake i just stuck in the oven should be done, and we can have some coffee and cake, and we’re going to have a little talk-“
“oh no.” eddie went pale.
“no, don’t worry your pretty head about it.” you smiled, “we’re just going to talk about… how to go about danny. and set some boundaries. you can tell me anything you’d like to explore.”
“oh, okay.” eddie sighed, very thankful he wasn’t getting broken up with already.
“and then i have to shower, because i have work at three. and, i don’t have the car since danny took it, and i was wondering if you would drive me-“
“yes.” he said, and kissed you again, “obviously yes.”
“okay, well good. and, i finish at nine, so you can pick me up if you like, and stay the night again. and we can try something new- if you want to bring anything you have at home, you can. but i have things, if you’d like.”
“like… like toys?” eddie asked, his heart thumping in his chest.
“yeah.” you nodded, squeezing your legs around him a little tighter, “if you’d like.”
“yes.” eddie breathed and kissed you again, “i’ll be there, nine, on the dot.”
“wonderful.” you smiled and kissed him one more time, “now, take me to the bathroom like a good boy so i can brush my teeth, because my mouth feels gross like bacon.”
“yes ma’am.” eddie nodded suit and lifted you off the counter, “god, i love it when you talk dirty to me.”
you giggled, “i’m a brilliant dirty talker.”
“mhm.” eddie nodded, his eyes fixed on your pretty face as he stepped into the bathroom, “you are.”
he sat you down on the counter, shoving danny’s shit out of the way with probably a little too much aggression to do so. look, it was the only way he could show his possessiveness, okay? you reached for your toothbrush, and eddie helped to squeeze some toothpaste on it, and turned on the tap for you. and kissed your cheek as you started to brush your teeth. you directed him to the spare toothbrush in the cupboard, and eddie went on a deep dive for it. he let you put the toothpaste on his brush, and turn on the tap for him.
he found this all very corny and he was delighted with how giddy it made him.
he stood between your thighs, a firm hand gripping one, his thumb soothing soft circles on your skin as you brushed your teeth together. he couldn’t tear his eyes from you.
you spat your toothpaste into the sink, and eddie did too, and then you pulled him in by the chin for a kiss, your lips all foamy still, but he let you anyway. he’d always let you. you both laughed into the kiss because it felt stupid, but you kissed kissed kissed anyway.
you rinsed your mouths out, and when eddie stood back up again and looked in the mirror for the first time, he freaked.
his neck was absolutely covered in blossoming bruises. a big one on his throat, right under his chin, a few smaller ones scattered from under each ear to the base of his neck. one of his collarbones was purple too, and of course there was the bite mark. a big purple hicky blooming underneath sharp lines in the shape of your teeth, a murky yellow spreading around it. he had a few leading down his chest and stomach too, not nearly as big, but you marked him good. that’s for sure.
he ran his fingers over them all.
“bunny.” you muttered, “open that draw for me?”
eddie blinked at you a few times and then realised what you had asked, and obeyed. you pointed to a tube of lotion or something and he grabbed it for you. you put some of the gel onto your finger and beaconed him over.
“tss.” he hissed, his head jerking away when the cool cream hit his skin, you rubbed it into the bite mark, “what are you doing?”
“it’s such a bad bruise, i almost made you bleed. this will help it heal up.”
“i don’t want it to heal.” he pouted.
“well, i do. it hurts you.” you said simply, continuing to soothe the gel into his skin, “don’t worry, i’ll make my mark on you as often as you like, sweet boy. just- let me make them hurt less when i do?”
he sighed and smiled because, well, how could he say no to that? you were honestly too good for him.
eddie almost told you he loved you, but luckily his head was clear enough to stop himself.
“now.” you said, putting the cap back on the cream and setting it down, “give me a proper kiss so i can start my day.”
eddie grinned and leaned in over you again, “whatever you say, mommy.”
you hummed, satisfied, and pulled him into a kiss. it was a good one. a very good one. slow and languid laps of your tongue in his mouth, sucking and nipping and moaning with eachother. it was slow and warm and soft and perfect. eddie didn’t want to leave this moment.
he was most certainly, utterly, royally, fucked.
**
part 17
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Collide Like Two Stars
by QueenOfSwords1312
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson
Character: Robin Buckley
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Season/Series 04, San Francisco, Gay Eddie Munson, Confident Bisexual Steve Harrington, Virgin Eddie Munson, Bartender Steve Harrington, Mechanic Eddie Munson, Platonic Soulmates Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, POV Eddie Munson, Second Chances, Period Typical Attitudes, reference to homophobia, California was really progressive even in the 80s, Eddie Munson Needs a Hug, First Time, Friends to Lovers, Top Steve Harrington, Bottom Eddie Munson, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Steve Harrington Has a Big Dick, Size Kink, Fluff, just a little because it's me and you get what you pay for, But also, Hurt/Comfort, my beta cried a little, accidental love confession, sex toy but in the sense that Steve uses Eddie as one
Words: 11,131
Chapters: 1/1
Summary
The first time Eddie sees Steve Harrington in a bar, three years after the ex-jock disappeared from Hawkins without a trace, he thinks he’s hallucinating. Or maybe having a stroke.
It’s not just because the news of Steve’s quick and silent exit from town was the main topic of conversation for months after, with rumors circulating that he eloped with a girl that graduated a year after him, or joined the military when his college plans fell through, or started a yoga cult down in Brazil.
No, most of Eddie’s current malfunction is due to the fact that the bar he spots him in is in San Francisco. And it’s a gay bar. And Steve isn’t a patron, he’s spinning bottles and pouring drinks behind the counter.
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Or: Thousands of miles from Hawkins, two stars collide, creating something beautiful.
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