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The visit

Eddie munson x Henderson!reader

Summary: Suzie comes to visit Dustin which some how wraps you and eddie into the mix.

Laying peacefully in bed. Your head on eddies chest. Naked under the sheets. Skin touching. His arm around you as you lay at his side. Your arms wrapped around his slender waist. The clock reading 1:43 pm. What more could you want? Nothing could ruin the moment. Until...

BANG! BANG! BANG!

On your bedroom door

"We're back with Suzie come say hi don't be rude." Dustin shouts from the other side of the door waking eddie. Then his running footsteps could be heard. Eddie groans rubbing his eyes. You sit up in bed kissing Eddie sweetly. As you pull away he attempts to chase your lips. But gives up throwing himself into the pillows.

"Morning baby." You say stretching before getting up looking for you pyjamas.

"Afternoon more like." Eddie says glancing at the clock. You both slip your pyjamas back on. Eddie hugs you for a moment and sways holding you. "Common let's go meet Dustins not so imaginary girlfriend." Eddie says kissing your head.

He opens the door for you and you both exit. Walking to the living room eddies arm over your shoulders keeping you close to his side. Dustin hears you before he sees you.

"Finally. Suzie this is y/n. Y/n this is... Why is Eddie here?" Dustin completly trails off starring at Eddie.

"Cause he's my boyfriend n it was late. Hi Suzie I'm Dustins sister nice to meet you." You say stretching nearly accidentally hitting Eddie from how close he was stood next to you. You rub his arm in apology.

"Nice to meet you y/n." Suzie smiles giving you a small wave.

"And this is Eddie you know my D&D club leader I told you about." Dustin gestures to Eddie.

"Oh yes Dustin has told me lots about you." She smiles at eddie.

"Nice to uh meet you." Eddie says still half asleep.

Dustin shows Suzie around the small house and you and Eddie head to the kitchen. You sit in the side as he puts the kettle on making you, your mum and himself a coffee as he refuses to let you do it when he's over due to you burning yourself once. "Your so good to me." You say as Eddie steps between yours legs. He burries his face in your neck arms going to your waist.

Dustin and Suzie walk into the kitchen and Eddie untangles himself from you going back to the coffee task. "Did you seriously only just wake up?" Dustin asked sitting at the small table with Suzie next to him.

"Yes n if it was up to me n not your loud mouth we would still be asleep." Eddie complains half for getting Suzie there. But not enough to not make her and Dustin hot coco. "Here." He slides them a cross the table to the too

"Why won't you let y/n do it?" Dustin askes

"Cause I burnt myself once n he won't get over it." You mumble sipping your coffee as Eddie takes your mum hers rolling his eyes. "He can't say I don't try he's just a drama queen."

"First I'm dungeon master it's my thing. Second I'm not being responsible for if u burn yourself again you was a baby last Time." Eddie says kissing your cheek.

"Hey Eddie..." Dustin askes. Eddie turns so he's stood between your legs with his back to you looking at Dustin arms crossed over his chest. Your arm that isn't holding coffee goes around him. "What?" He answers simply.

"Do you wanna I dunno would you mind taking me and Suzie to the arcade I wanna introduce her to Mike will and Lucas... And then back here..." Dustin askes hastily.

"Only if y/n comes so I'm not a total taxi driver." He answers leaning fully back into you. "I'll come." You say sipping your coffee.

"Well there's your answer." Eddie says. You lean a cross and put your mug in the sink. Both your arms going around his neck. His hands to your legs and and slide to his back. "To my bedroom. I gotta get dressed." You say as Eddie walks out the kitchen with you in his back.

"I hope were like them two one day. They seem so happy, and in love and they act like it's just them two in the world." Suzie says smiling at Dustin sipping her drink.

"Once you get to know them more you'll realise were more like them then you think trust me." Dustin says finally holding her hand. Which she blushes and smiles at.

In your room Eddie throws you on to the bed. Jumping in you as you giggle. "Where the black Lacey top and the black leather mini skirt. I'll give you my leather jacket to go with it." Eddie says kissing you.

"Why?" You giggle.

"Cause you look hot in that outfit and I'm going to willingly give you my jacket." He says rolling off of you to find some of the clothes you'd stolen.

You both get dressed and enter the living room.

"Let's go kiddos." Eddie says signalling for the door. Suzie and Dustin walk out hand in hand smiling. Eddie glanced you up and down. "God I love you in that jacket." Eddie says playfully throwing his head back.

"Mmm and I love you in just the demim over vest really shows yours tattoos." You say walking over to him.

"I love you."

"I love you most."

"Come in Romeo's gonna start shouting at Me if I don't hurry." Eddie says gesturing the door for you. As you close the door and look around you see Dustin and Suzie kissing and then pulling away. Eddie takes your hand and walks down to the van.

"Hey babe?" He says opening the sliding door for the two. "Yeah? " you answer as he slams the side door and them opens yours. Which you happily jump into.

"Remember when we was that awkward?" Eddie whispers and giggles.

"Yeah I remember when you first kissed me and you went as red as a tomato and started stuttering." You laugh putting a hand on his cheek.

"Shhh don't tell them." Eddie says kissing you then closing the door.

He gets in the drivers side and starts the van.

"Red as a tomato huh?" Dustin says to Eddie from the back of the van.

"Shut it Henderson or I'll tell the whole club how awkward that kiss you two just shared there was." Eddie half threatens to which Dustin takes his hands.

"Rights let's go." Eddie pulls out of your driveway and rests a hand on your thigh as he drives to the arcade. Dustin and Suzie are talking and blushing. You can't help but remember when it was you and Eddie sat in the back of the van talking, blushing and giggling and you smile, happy that Dustins found what he never thought he would find.

You look over to Eddie to see him with a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. One hand on the steering wheel and the other on your thigh. He glances over at you and smiles. "Love you." He says as he blows the smoke out the window.

"Love you more." You say taking his hand in yours.

"Love you most." He smirks kissing your hand with a loud 'mwah' sound.

"Huh you bitch." You say smirking kissing his stubbly cheek.

"You love it." He smirks

A/n: WOULD ANYONE LIKE A PART 2 CAUSE IDK.

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proxima-writes · 1 year

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nothing else matters

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+, MDNI)

Word Count: 2,454

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Summary:

It’s been a few months since Corroded Coffin has played at The Hideout. Ever since recording an actual album and having one of their songs picked up on the radio, they’ve been securing actual shows, with actual crowds.

But whenever they’re within fifty miles of good ol’ Hawkins, they drop into the grimy dive and put on a show. The crowds are bigger, with fans coming in from surrounding towns and cities, but there’s one constant he looks forward to every time.

The new bar owner. As of two years ago, crotchety old Hank finally sold the bar to the hottest woman he's ever seen.

Additional tags: rockstar eddie munson, blow jobs, semi-public sex, degradation, praise kink, spit kink, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, pet names

The new bar owner. As of two years ago, crotchety old Hank finally sold the bar to the hottest woman he’s ever seen.

Eddie watches with you rapt attention as you put away the clean glasses and polish the scuffed bar top. When you turn, he gets a delicious eyeful of your ass and the way it’s hugged by the leather pants you’re wearing. Behind him, Garett grunts under the weight of the amp he’s pulled into the small side stage area.

“Thanks so much for the help, Eddie,” he quips sarcastically, snagging a beer from the bucket on the floor of the stage. He flicks the cap off and raises it in a salute to you across the bar.

Jeff trails inside, a case in each hand that he sets on the stage. His eyes narrow at Eddie. “Left the drums for you, buddy.”

With a groan, Eddie heads out the side door.

———

It’s always a full house when the boys from Corroded Coffin come back to play. Which is surprising, given how much shit the town gave them for being different back when they were kids and teens just trying to play music and Dungeons and Dragons without being harassed. But most of the crowd isn’t even locals, but hardcore fans that have made the trip just to see the boys after finding out they’re hosting an “underground show”.

Jim Hopper is here, though, showing his support under the guise of keeping an eye on El. You know he won’t admit it, but he’s proud that Eddie, who frequently found himself in the back of a police cruiser, is doing what he loves and staying out of trouble. You slide him a cold beer and he tips his head in silent thanks.

The rag tag group of kids that used to follow Eddie around in high school are crowded around a table as well. Dustin, Lucas, Mike, Max, El, and Will, now seniors, always try to make it to see their former Dungeon Master play. Especially since you don’t charge them cover and let them order as much pop as they want. Max makes eye contact with you and waves, making you smile. They’re good kids, and you’ve only ever had to throw them out once for trying to sneak alcohol. Once was enough, after facing your wrath.

Other than that, the small bar is full of strangers. Men dressed in black denim, leather, and chains, with tattoos covering any visible skin. Women dressed in tight pants and skirts, makeup done up and hair teased to perfection. They crowd the bar, putting you and the other two weekend bartenders to work as they order buckets of beer or the occasional mixed drink.

“God, he’s so fucking hot,” a woman says, back pressed to the bar as she stands to face the stage. You follow her eyes and note her hungry gaze falls on Eddie, where he’s adjusting his mic stand and plugging his signature Warlock NJ series guitar into his amp and testing his chords.

“I know, right? But I heard he never goes home with anyone,” another woman beside her laments, red painted lips pursed in a pout.

“Bet I could change that,” the first woman replies, shoulders thrown back with confidence. She sets her empty cup on the bar and shimmies her top down to expose a bit more of her ample cleavage. She heads over to the stage and you watch as she taps Eddie on the arm and he leans forward, her mouth getting close to his ear so that she can be heard above the noise.

A hand waves for your attention and you move to the end of the bar, your unobstructed view of the exchange broken. You fill several orders back to back, making change and pocketing tips, before you notice that the woman is back at the bar, a sullen look on her face.

“Hey, Hawkins, we’re Corroded Coffin, your local devil worshippers,” Eddie says into the mic, earning him a laugh from the crowd. You finish up serving more people, before tapping Mark on the shoulder and letting him know you’re taking a break.

“Got it, boss,” he says as he fills the ice well.

You’re still getting used to that title. You bought the bar for dirt cheap from the former owner, Hank, because he was desperate to sell it, but not desperate enough to sell to a developer who was going to mow it down and build a strip mall on top of it.

“This place is a cornerstone for Hawkins,” he had grumbled. “I ain’t gonna let it get turned into some new age bullshit rock store or whatever.”

Once you’d gotten the keys, you’d replaced the grime covered floor, fixed the stage up, and gotten the place as clean as possible, while still keeping the character of the hometown dive bar that drew in town regulars and people passing through to Indianapolis.

When Corroded Coffin started gaining popularity, so did the bar. People not only came to see them play when they stopped in during their tour, but they also visited the spot like it was a tourist attraction. Business was great, and was even doing well enough that you don’t even need to act as bartender most nights.

Unless Corroded Coffin was in town.

You watch Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, and Frankie play their hearts out on your little bar stage like it were any other big time show they’d gotten to play the last two years. Eddie commands the audience’s attention, his deft fingers flying over the neck of the guitar as he sings into the mic, deep voice echoing over the speakers. His eyes find yours as he’s finishing up one of their original songs, and he winks, making you roll your eyes.

The song finishes and Eddie takes a swig of his drink before addressing the crowd. “Alright, last song. Tip your bartenders, assholes.”

The opening chords to Metallica’s Nothing Else Matters float in the air and you smile, leaning into the wall to watch.

So close, no matter how far

Couldn’t be much more from the heart

Forever trusting who we are

And nothing else matters

It’s an interesting song to end the night with. The once rowdy crowd has settled, swaying with the slow tempo. It’s almost hypnotic.

Never opened myself this way

Life is ours, we live it our way

All these words, I don’t just say

And nothing else matters

With a sigh, you push away from the wall and weave your way back to the bar to join your bartenders before the post show rush of orders starts. The back of your neck prickles with the sensation of being watched, and when you round the bar to face the stage, Eddie’s got his gaze focused on you as he sings.

Trust I seek and I find in you

Every day for us something new

Open mind for a different view

And nothing else matters

You twist your ring on your finger out of habit as you hold his stare. He smiles at you as he finishes through the song. When the last chord fades and the crowd cheers, you grin right back.

——

Eddie’s been surrounded by people since he stepped off the stage and he’s finally getting a moment of peace to slip out the back door for a cigarette.

He’s patting his pockets in search of his lighter when a familiar voice asks, “Need a light?”

He nearly drops the cigarette from his lips when you step close to him, holding a lighter that illuminates your face in the otherwise dark and empty alley. He leans forward, pressing the cigarette into the flame and inhaling until it catches.

“Thanks. Seems I’m always losing my lighter,” he comments, staring down at you.

“You’d lose your head if it weren’t attached to your neck, Munson,” you quip, leaning into his space. He laughs, smoke billowing around the two of you, creating a hazy little cocoon of privacy.

He slips a finger into a belt loop, pulling you flush against him. He revels in the little gasp that leaves your lips, in the feel of your hands pressed to his chest. That anticipation of being in your orbit after circling each other all night is making his head spin. Your fingers tangle in the chain around his neck, tugging his neck down until his lips are brushing against yours.

“Heard you didn’t go home with girls from shows,” you tell him. His chest rumbles with a laugh.

“I can always make an exception,” he growls before his lips take yours and you meet his kiss with a groan.

Eddie’s hands slide down your hips before reaching for a handful of your ass, pressing you further against him and making you let out a little gasp. His tongue slips into your mouth to dance with yours and you can feel the hard length of him through his jeans. Your fingers slide from his hair to trail down his chest until you reach his belt buckle.

His hand circles your throat, the cool metal of his rings pressing against the thin skin as he uses the grip to hold you where he wants, to explore the taste of your mouth to his content. You work the belt open until you can pop the fly on his pants, working the zipper down to reach in and palm his hardening cock. He lets out a delicious groan, his head tipping back against the wall. You take the opportunity to trail your lips across his neck, biting at his pulse hard enough that he lets out a hiss.

Satisfied with the state he’s in, you drop to your knees on the rough concrete, working his pants down just enough to be able to reach in and tug his cock out. Hand wrapped around his warm, thick length, you give him a couple of teasing pumps. As he looks down at you, eyes half lidded and dark with lust, he brings a hand to your chin, prying your mouth open and pressing his thumb down on your tongue.

“Christ, sweetheart, look at you,” he says, the gravel of his voice making you clench your thighs together for some semblance of friction against your throbbing core. “How much of my cock do you think I can fit in this pretty mouth of yours, huh?”

“Only one way to find out,” you reply with a wink. He laughs, but the sound is cut off by a rough moan as you wrap your lips around the head, swirling your tongue over the crown and humming over the taste of him as it blooms across your tastebuds. His fingers tangle into your hair, tugging roughly as you pull him into your mouth.

When your nose brushes the light trail of hair on his stomach, he bites out a curse. “Fuck, angel, that’s it. Swallow.”

You do as instructed, your throat fighting against the obstruction and making your eyes water as you repress your urge to gag. He pulls his hips back and you take in a deep gulp of air before he plunges back in, taking over the motions and using your mouth for his own pleasure.

“So fucking good,” he says, head tipped back as he revels in the pleasure. Eddie holds your head away from his throbbing cock the next time you pull back and orders, “Open your mouth.”

You do as asked, sticking out your tongue. Eddie leans forward slightly, pinching your cheeks with one hand as spits onto your tongue before roughly pulling you back to working his cock.

“Dirty fucking girl,” he tells you, and your head goes fuzzy at his words. It's a few more rough drags of him in your mouth befores he’s pulling back until just the tip sits in your mouth as wet heat explodes across your tongue. “Swallow it, baby, that’s it.”

You grin up at him and he pulls you up, rotating your bodies so that you’re pressed against the wall. Eddie makes quick work of the fly of your pants, shoving his hand roughly between your bodies and immediately circling your clit, fingers dragging through the wetness he’s caused.

“So fucking wet for a dirty alley blowjob, princess? Such a little slut,” he murmurs against your ear before biting roughly at the sensitive skin just below it, making your back arch and a whimper leave your lips. “Bet you’re gonna come so quick for me, huh?”

You nod, hands wrapping over his shoulders and holding tightly, fingers curling into his worn leather jacket. “I’m gonna–”

“That’s it, fuck, yes, just like that, baby,” he groans as your muscles tighten. He plunges two fingers into you with no warning, and that’s all you need to shatter. He works you through it, thumb circling your clit gently as his fingers pump to the rhythm of your hips working against his hand.

“Jesus,” you mutter. You bring one hand to his neck, trailing it lightly over the chain there until you reach the ring hanging over his heart. “You sure know how to show a lady a good time, Munson.”

“Always a pleasure to serve.” He grins, eyes bright even in the dark alley. “You like the show?”

“Mighty romantic of you to be playing our wedding song like that.”

His fingers toy with the ring on your left hand. A simple silver band he’d placed there two years ago that you haven’t taken off since. “Figured you might like that.”

“I gotta finish up helping with closing. I’ll see you at home?”

“I’ll help you out. I’ve only got three days before we’re back on the road, and I am firmly attaching myself to your hip the whole time,” he says, pushing your hair back from your face, cupping your cheeks reverently. “I love you.”

You go soft against him. “I love you, too.”

It’s tough, being away from him for so many long stretches at a time. But when he’s home, looking at you the way he is, a hand planted on the small of your back as you re-enter the bar, you can’t help but think - nothing else matters.

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artiststarme · 1 year

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College is for me but only if it’s us

No angst today, I just got accepted into my master's program so I'm thrilled! All humorous/fluff/good vibes stories today. I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!

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It took Eddie three long years to graduate high school and even then, it was by the skin of his teeth. He barely scraped by with straight D’s and even then, his grade in history threatened to hold him back for his fourth senior year. Luckily though, with Nancy’s flashcards and Steve’s motivation while studying, he was able to pass all of his finals and his classes. Eddie army-crawled across the stage, ignoring the anger and slurs from the self-righteous townsfolk, as he received his diploma. He waved to the Party sitting in the audience and smiled at his uncle. Eddie didn’t think he’d make it here but here he was

He, Max, and Steve were in the hospital for weeks following their Spring Break from hell. Eddie had had daily blood transfusions and enough skin graft surgeries to last him for a lifetime. There were still moments where he would feel ice-cold pain flash across his body in a spot deep enough he couldn’t reach it.

Max was in a coma for two weeks before her blurry eyes opened to a world she would never see quite clearly. She still had to attend near-daily physical therapy sessions to be able to walk without the assistance of a walking aid for balance. She would probably never skateboard again.

Steve was in a bad way too despite his reluctance to accept treatment. His wounds from the demobat bites caused him to develop sepsis that nearly killed him. He had to get his system flushed with saline for days to fight off the septic infection and he needed several surgeries to repair the damage done to his sides.

Even still, they all made it. They were moving on with their lives and Eddie had finally graduated. His friends and Uncle Wayne were of course thrilled. They knew he’d graduate with time but he could tell that they were glad his attempts finally paid off. They expected him to devote more time to his music or get a full time job out of town or something.

No one expected him to go to college.

But when Steve expressed interest in enrolling in a local community college and some apprehension in doing so for fear of what their friends may say, Eddie jumped at the chance to take the heat off of him. And boy, did it.

When Steve announced to the Party at one of their regular gatherings that he was going to college, he got some mixed reactions. Some of the Party gave uninterested grumbles, some asked if he was serious, and some pointed out that it would probably just be a waste of money since he wasn’t good at school. Robin was the only one, besides Eddie, that congratulated him on moving onto the next step.

Eddie wasn’t impressed with any of them. No wonder Steve was afraid of their reactions, no one seemed to care and those that did were pointing out how ‘dumb’ he was. So Eddie did what he did best and created a distraction.

“I’m going to college too. Steve and I enrolled together and if we increase our GPA’s enough, we might be able to go to a state school later. We might even move in with each other and get our own place.”

That caused an uproar. Mike and Max were arguing about why he wanted to go with Steve, Uncle Wayne was cheering and toasting him with his beer, Dustin and Will were congratulating him, Jonathan and Nancy were looking suspiciously between him and Steve, and El and Robin were looking on in confusion. But Steve was beaming at Eddie. He’d never seen smile so broadly, so happily.

Eddie watched as Steve ignored all of their friends and stalked up to him. “Hey Big Boy, sorry to steal your thunder-”

All thoughts left his mind as Steve grabbed both sides of his face and brought him in for a deep kiss. Holy shit, Eddie felt like he died and went to heaven. If Eddie knew that this was what would get Steve Harrington to smooch him, he would’ve made plans to go to college with him a long time ago.

Once Steve pulled back for air, Eddie started hearing all of the comments that their friends were making. He pulled back to see a variety of expressions. Some of their friends were supportive like Nancy and Robin who were cheering and wolf-whistling. Others were somewhat offended or disgusted. The most notable voice of the group was Murray who was screeching at Hopper.

“I fucking knew it! Didn’t I fucking call this, Jim? You said I was out of my mind but I was fucking right!”

“Murray, shut the hell up,” Hopper hissed at him.

“Very much like you to doubt the truth, Jim.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” He asked him.

When Eddie made eye contact with Dustin, the kid leapt to his feet and pointed an accusing finger between him and Steve.

“What the hell is this?” Dustin yelled in confused outrage. “You’re not even friends!”

“We clearly are, dude. And more,” Steve told him in a tone that said it should be obvious. Dustin just opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water in response.

Meanwhile, Mike was throwing up behind some bushes muttering nonsensically about Steve ‘doing it again’ and ‘hooking up with his brother too’. He obviously wasn’t over Steve dating Nancy all that time ago.

Steve just shook his head at all of them and pulled Eddie in again. “I’m really looking forward to going to college with you.”

“I can tell, Big Boy. Kiss me again.” At his request, Steve kissed him again. They ignored the pitiful protests of Hopper, the fake gags of Max and Lucas, and even the supportive cheering of Joyce and Wayne. With Steve’s lips on his and his arms around him, nothing existed in the world but them.

Sure, they had some talking to do and some shovel talks to hear. But they would get through it all just as they had before. Things were only looking up for them now. ‘86 really was Eddie’s year.

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