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Anonymous asked: Inexperienced!reader giving Eddie a handjob and a blowjob for the first time?

Cw: ten-year age gap, sex toys, female masturbation, the reader is kinda a perv (oops), Eddie is also kinda a perv (oops), reader first time giving oral, reader first time having sex, pet names.

CW: 7.1k It's long again, I'm sorry! idk how to do short

Moving trucks have been parked in your neighbour's driveway for about two days. You had always liked the Kaminskys, but they were older and now moving to a retirement community. This is the second day of moving trucks, and the new owners are moving in today. You have yet to receive much information from the realtor regarding the new neighbours, but you hope they'll be pleasant. You had already baked something to welcome them to the neighbourhood, in hopes that it could be a younger family or couple. Perhaps someone closer to your age?

You moved to this town around three years back when you received your first job offer after completing your college degree. You had saved up enough money to buy a one-bedroom house for a very affordable price. Although it required some repairs, you were happy with it because it allowed you to decorate it according to your liking. You loved the neighbourhood even if you were the only twenty-five-year-old on the block.

As you looked out from behind your front rooms curtains, you could see the movers unloading a big moving truck. There was one person among them who really caught your attention. You had never seen him before. It was a small town and you lived in a quiet suburb by the water in the south of Michigan. Everyone knew everyone, and you hadn’t seen this man before.

He appeared to be in his mind to late 30s and had a muscular build. His brown wavy hair was tied back in a low bun that connected with the five o clock shadow in his face. He was wearing a tight black ribbed tank top that showcased the tattoos covering both his arms and hands. He was hot... Way too hot not to have not ever been seen or talked about in your small lakefront town. Upon further observation, it became apparent that he was not wearing the attire of a mover.

Oh my god. He must be the new neighbour.

“Please be single, please be single, please be single,” you chanted as you hastily went to your closet in search of an outfit that looked cute so that you could introduce yourself.

You took your time getting ready; he obviously needed time to unload, and you didn’t want to overwhelm him…. And whoever else might be moving in.

God, you hoped he didn’t have a wife or whatever.

You shook your head to get rid of your rambling internal thoughts. You took a deep breath and told yourself to chill the fuck out. You could do this. You’ll go over in your sweet little sundress, introduce yourself, and offer him the chocolate cake you baked…

You weren't as excited as you were last night while baking it, now you were just nervous. You imagined a sweet family moving in with a newborn - a couple your age with whom you could become really close friends. But now, you are faced with a hot and sexy bad boy neighbour who may or may not have a wife and kids. Maybe he wasn’t into women at all?! That would suck. This situation is making you feel extremely anxious and overwhelmed due to your lack of interactions with the opposite sex.

To say you haven’t had a lot of experience was an understatement. You went through high school without a boyfriend. You went through college without a boyfriend. You weren’t into drunken hookups with random strangers for your first sexual experience. You went on many first dates, but nothing ever came of those many first dates. So you waited. And waited.

You thought that maybe you would meet somebody through work and then it would happen, but you’ve been so caught up with working and renovating your house your social life has taken a step back.

Of course, you wanted to find someone. To finally be with someone in a sexual way. To give yourself wholly to someone. Nothing ever went past kissing and or being felt up. But that was the extent of your sexual experience with another person.

Your sexual experience with yourself, on the other hand, was pretty standard. You've got your toys to get by. The first time you gave yourself a real orgasm from the vibrator you bought, it changed your world. Slowly, you worked your way up to toys you could insert once you got a little braver. So technically, yes, you hadn't slept with another person, but now you were more than ready to explore and get out there. You wanted that connection with someone.

So, about half an hour after the moving truck left, you worked up the courage to walk over and knock on the front door. You gave yourself a once-over before leaving. You wore a white sundress with tiny red cherries that fell mid-thigh, your hair was pulled back with a matching red hairband, and you had a fresh, subtle makeup look.

With a deep breath, you held that cake with all your might to ensure you didn't drop it and you simply knocked on the door.

"Just a second," You heard a deep voice call out. A few long seconds later, the door opens, and you're face to face with a wet, shirtless man in just a towel. As you suspected, it was the man you saw unloading the boxes.Fucking hell, He was attractive, with a toned body covered in tattoos. Your gaze drifted to his towel hanging low on his hips. -"Oh shit, sorry, let me just uh- I'll be right back," He sputtered as he realized he was basically naked in front of a young woman, most likely his neighbour.

"Sorry, I can come back later!" to try to fight off the blood rushing to your face.

"No- no, just, uh-hang on!' You hear him yell from inside the house. He came back out wearing black sweatpants which he had cut himself to make into shorts and a plain black tee shirt.

"Hi." He smiles as he walks back onto the front porch where you stood.

"Hi, I'm sorry. I should have waited a little longer to come introduce myself." You laugh uncomfortably.

"Nah, it's okay; not every day I'm greeted by a pretty girl with a cake." He smirks.

"What? Oh yea, I uh- just wanted to welcome you and uh your...wife?"

He shakes his head no.

"Your partner?"

Another no.

"Kid?" you try one last time. And he smiles with a chuckle.

"Anyway, I baked a cake just to say welcome." You shoved the plate into his chest, almost smushing it into his shirt.

"Thank you, that's very kind."

"You're welcome. So, um, I guess I'll get going; leave you to it." You turn to walk down the steps.

"Wait! What's your name?" you wince. You're so nervous you didn't even introduce yourself.

"I'm sorry." You giggled uncomfortably.

"I'm Eddie Munson," he smiled. His smile was infectious; you smiled back and gave him your name.

"Pretty name for a pretty girl."

"Um- thanks." You shy into yourself.

"So you said you live next door?"

"Yeah, uh, I'm just over at forty-four." You motion over your shoulder to your house.

"You live there with your folks?" He cocks his head.

"No, Mr. Munson. It's all mine, mine alone." You giggle.

"You don't look old enough," he squints suspiciously.

"I would like to have you know I am twenty-five." You say proudly.

"Oh well, pardon me." He smiled. This made Eddie feel much better about being so attracted to you. God forbid you were still living at home with your parents. He would feel like a total creep.

"Anyways, I uh should get going," you point over your shoulder.

"Oh, ok, well, um, once I'm done setting up, please stop by whenever. I could use a familiar face around... being new to town and all."

"Sure thing, it was nice meeting you. Mr. Munson." you smile.

"Please call me Eddie!" He called as you walked back over to your house,

"Enjoy the cake!" You give a small wave.

"Oh, I will." Before you turn back, you watch as he takes a finger, dips it in the icing, and puts it in his mouth without breaking eye contact... you hadn't witnessed anything so sensual. You almost trip over your sandals as you scurry back into your house.

All of your interactions with Eddie over the next week were flirtatious. He managed to make your heart beat faster than any man had before.

After a week and a half, Eddie finally organized the house. His furniture was set up, and most of the moving boxes had been emptied. He would see you when you came home from work in the evenings as he sat on his porch with a cigarette.

"Hey, Eddie," You would blush,

"Hey, sweetheart" He would smile back without fail.

If anyone else were to call you that, you'd want to clock them; however, coming out of Eddie's mouth? Somehow, it made you swoon.

"Hey, um, you don't have to, but would you want to join me for dinner? Tonight? I am sure you're exhausted from unpacking, and I'm a pretty good cook... unless you hated my cake so feel free to say no.-" You rambled on.

"I'd love to join you for dinner. That's very sweet of you to offer." This was so new for Eddie. Neighbours being neighbourly. He was always the outcast in his town growing up. Now, at thirty-five, he is finally saved up enough to get out of town, start fresh, and open his own autobody shop. Have an actual house of his own, not that he wasn't grateful for his uncle and the trailer park.

Here, he could be anyone he wanted to be. He met some of the townspeople, and they seemed nice enough when he told them he would be taking over for Mr. Sanders's mechanic shop.

"Okay, great! I'm just going to get changed, I'll leave the door open; feel free to come in and make yourself at home whenever you're ready." You motioned to him and his cigarette."

"Thanks, Sunshine." He smiled that smile you couldn't overcome, and you rushed inside to find a n outfit that didn’t scream ‘I work for corporate America.’

You made your way up to your loft, which doubled as your bedroom that overlooked the living area and kitchen. You were in the middle of stripping when you heard the front door open; only then did you realize that when you told him to make himself at home, you had forgotten the minor detail that he would be able to see you changing. You scurried into your walk-in closet with a squeak so he wouldn't have dinner and a show.

"Sunshine?" He asked, walking into your home.

"I'll be down in a minute!" You yell as you scramble to find your jean shorts.

"Take your time." He walks around your home, observing your picture gallery.

"Help yourself to a beer or whatever you want in the fridge."

"Thanks."

As you walk back down your stairs, you see Eddie sitting on your couch, beer in hand. Man-spread with an arm around the top of the sofa. You wished you could be by his side, arm around you instead.

"Good, you made yourself at home."

"Well, Sweets, I am a good listener." He tilted his head back, taking a swig from the bottle. You watched his Adam's apple bob in his long throat, and you thought about what it would feel like to kiss it.

"Any dietary restrictions?" You ask, shaking yourself from your dirty thoughts.

"Nah..." He shakes his head. "So, how did you swing a place like this at your age?"

It felt like a dig; maybe he just saw you as a kid... you would change his mind on that.

"Um, well, I got it on foreclosure; you should have seen it; it was a mess, and everyone wanted to tear it down, but I had a vision. It took a few years, but it's finally finished. I had some help from my grandmother's inheritance, but it wasn't much. So I worked my ass off, and here we are" you spoke as you got together the pots and ingredients.

"Looks like you're doing well for yourself" He smiled as he watched you bend over, unintentionally showing off your cute plump ass.

"Yeah, I guess. So what do you do?" you turn and catch him staring at your behind.

"Well, I just bought the auto shop off Mr. Sander's, so if you're ever in any car trouble, I'm your guy." He smiles.

"Good to know; I know nothing when it comes to my Ruby."

"Ruby?"

"Yeah, my car, she's red, so I named her Ruby."

"That's cute; it suits you."

You don't say much after you start cooking; you are in the zone, ensuring everything is perfect.

"So, what's a girl like you do around here for fun?"

"A girl like me?"

"Yeah, young, beautiful." He takes a bite like what he said was obvious.

"Umm well... work mostly. We have block parties, it is all families around here; my friends all live in the city." You take a sip of beer to settle your nerves.

"This is really good." He motions to the plate of food in front of him.

"You know what? We are having our town's Fourth of July party on Saturday. Everyone goes, you should come! I can show you around more, introduce you to more people, and you can spread the word about your new business opening up next week."

"Yeah, I'd really like that."

After Eddie had thanked you for the meal, he stayed a few more hours; you enjoyed his company. He respectfully kissed you on the cheek goodnight, and you made your way straight up to your room with your toys because you couldn't stand it any longer.

Eddie made you feel like your body was on fire. When he would lightly graze his fingertips along your bare arm or when he would compliment you. His voice alone made your lower tummy tingle.

You pulled out your trusty rabbit that never failed you. You felt dirty, but Eddie had you so worked up you needed relief.

As you lay on your bed, you strip yourself down to nothing. You think about how Eddie’s big, strong hands would tease your body. Working yourself up in your mind. You got wetter by the second.

You imagined how his voice would sound as you imagined the filthy words that would come out of that perfectly plump mouth. That mouth you wanted all over your body.

You imagined, pictured, and played a movie of Eddie and you in your head until you got so worked up that you couldn’t take it anymore. Your clit was screaming at you to be touched. You turned on the toy, it came to life, and your body quivered with anticipation. Your body sprang to life as you slowly worked the toy around your wet hole and then plunged in the dildo. You went deeper and deeper until the little vibrator at the top of the toy hit your clit.

Your body arched up as you felt the waves of pleasure wash through your veins. You pumped the toy in and out of your wet pussy, thinking about your older neighbour. How hot he looked in nothing but that towel when you first met. How your pussy clenched at the sight of his happy trail. How his muscles formed a V travelling right to where you wanted most. You could see his bulge under the white fluffy bath towel wrapped around his waist. You thought about how good his flesh would feel against yours as he pumped his cock inside of you like how you were with your toy.

“Oh, Eddie!” You moaned, forgetting your window was open for the summer breeze you loved to feel in the night.

Your free hand travels to your breast; you tweak your sensitive nipple and moan out again. Your white transparent curtains fluttered with the wind, but you were too wrapped up in your fantasy to notice.

When Eddie got home he went straight into his new bedroom and opened his window because the evening breeze was blowing. He then got ready for bed and was reading when he heard his name. His head shot up, thinking he was hearing things. Then, he listened to another sultry moan. He took off his reading glasses and got up to investigate. His eyes shot wide open as he saw your silhouette through your curtains. He saw your the outline of your body, how your hand worked where he wanted to put his cock the most.

It was wrong, it was so wrong, but now Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off of the image in front of him. He tried walking away, and he almost did, but when he heard your sweet voice moan his name again, his feet were planted on the ground. This only confirmed that you were as attracted to him as he was to you. He had thought so tonight at dinner but now he would dare to go for it. Ask you out for real.

Your body felt like it was on fire the way the toy vibrated throughout your body. The pressure kept building and building until you were on the brink. Your body seized as your pussy clamped down on the dildo inside of you. Your eyes rolled back into your head as the waves of pleasure washed over your entirety. You caught your breath and knew that Eddie was the one you wanted to be with. He was the one; if he could make you feel this good in your fantasies, you can only imagine how it would be for real.

Eddie was nervous, even though you had confirmed, unintentionally, that you were attracted to him; it had been a while since he asked out about a girl he liked, especially when he was about to ask out one who was ten years younger.

Saturday couldn't come soon enough. You had asked Eddie as a friend, but Eddie would treat it as a date, and he would make sure you knew it was a date. You were excited to spend time with Eddie again after your dinner. It had only been four days, but the anticipation was creeping in. You were so surprised when he showed up at your door with flowers.

"Eddie, you didn't have to do this, but thank you!" you smiled as you sniffed the daisies.

"Of course I did; what kind of date would I be if I showed up empty-handed?" He smirked as he stepped into your house as you went to get a vase for your flowers.

“A date, huh?” You smirked over your shoulder.

“Yes. A date”

“Okay,” you smile as you take his hand in yours and lock up your house.

Eddie was smitten; he had you on his arm, and he felt like the king of the world. You were also smitten. Finally, you were on a date with someone who you were very interested in.

Eddie was funny and charming, and you found out he was really nerdy, but it was only much more endearing. You learned how he played guitar and was in a high school garage band that landed a few gigs at the local bar. The more you got to know him, the more you wanted to be with him.

Eddie couldn’t keep his hands off you as the night went on, and you enjoyed it. When he wasn't holding your hand, he was holding your waist; if he wasn't holding your waist, his arm was draped over your shoulder.

When the fireworks started, you gazed up at the sky together, wrapped up in one another warmth as the cool breeze of the lake came through. Halfway through the show, he went to kiss the top of your head but you had moved to look up at him, and you caught his lips with yours. Just like the fireworks in the sky, there were fireworks between the both of you. When you both pulled back, you could see in his eyes that he felt it, too.

You finished off the night hand in hand as he walked you home. He kissed you good night like a perfect gentleman, and you bid one another a goodnight.

You were so giddy and excited about Eddie. The more you went out, the more time you wanted to spend with him. You were finishing your third official date when you asked him to join you inside your place for a nightcap.

Things moved quickly once you settled inside. Your drinks were hardly touched. Eddie couldn’t keep his hands off you.m as you made out like a couple of horny teenagers in the couch.

Your mind was racing. Why hadn’t you told him you’re a virgin? You invited him in. He’s probably expecting sex… oh god, what if he’s turned off by the fact that you’re not experienced?

“We can slow down if you want.” he pulled away; he had sensed something was off. You became stiff and seemed like you weren't into the makeout anymore.

“I’m sorry. I’m just a bit nervous… I’m -uh just out of practice…” you shied.

“That’s okay we can take it slow.” He stroked your cheek.

“Are you sure?” You twiddled with his fingers that are resting on your thigh.

“Of course. We can go at your speed.”

“I need to tell you something.” You looked down at the floor. He nodded his head but then spoke because you weren’t looking at him.

“I’ve never… I uh. Shit. I’ve never been with anyone before.”

“What?” Eddie was dumbfounded. How? There was no way he heard you correctly.

“I’m a virgin.” You pull away, but Eddie reaches for you.

“oh wow. I wasn't expecting that... uh- but that’s okay. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” he comforts you.

“But I do want to,” you rush out. “It’s not like I’m waiting for marriage; it just hasn’t happened…”

“We will go at your pace” Eddie smiled.

“Thank you”

You shift closer to him, wanting to kiss him again, especially after being so cool with everything.

You leaned in to kiss him again, but he was hesitant.

“You sure, sunshine?”

“Yea” you sigh into his mouth.

Eddie grabs the back of your head so he can pull you in closer.

Your hand rested on his knee. As you continued to kiss him your hand bravely traveled up his thigh.

“Woah, hold on, sunshine.” He rested his hand on yours to stop moving.

Oh my gosh, this is it. He had come to his senses. He’s rejecting you.

"You sure you want to go there? Because if we keep going, I will want to do things to you, and I don't want to make you uncomfortable if you're not ready."

"I promise. I've waited so long for the right guy, and I'm ready, trust me." If he only knew about your little collection of toys upstairs.

"We don't have to go all the way tonight okay?"

"Yeah, okay." You nodded your head with anticipation. Okay, this was good. He accepted you, and he still wanted to fool around.

You returned to making out on your couch, and the heavy petting ensued. This time, Eddie didn't stop your advances as your hand travelled up his thigh to the crease of his leg and up his crotch. Your hand felt around his bulge through his jeans. There was no denying that he was turned on. The way his cock strained against the thick black fabric should have been illegal. It must have been uncomfortable for him. You just had to let it spring free.

You shifted your weight forward to get closer to him. To feel him. His thighs were thick and defined. You could also feel how hard they were. Your mind wandered to how they would feel to sit on.

Before you knew it, your body was moving before your brain could catch up. One leg draped over his, and you were mounted on Eddie's leg. His deliciously thick leg. You just did what felt right; as you sat down on Eddie, the pressure situated onto your pussy felt so delicious. Your hips started rocking back and forth, building up a rhythm.

You heard and felt Eddie moan in your mouth, and this only enticed you on to keep going, your body driven by pleasure.

"That feel good, baby?" He cooed in your ear before he started kissing down your neck.

"Mmmmhmmm." You nodded frantically, eyes shut, not daring to look at him.

"Good girl, keep going." You felt his big hands grip the top of your ass as he helped you rock your hips against his jeans. The pressure in your lower stomach was building and building; you could feel your orgasm as close.

“Fuck that’s it, use me”

Fuck, you haven't gotten off by dry-humping something in years. Not since you found your first vibrator.

"You close, baby girl?" He whispered against your lips as you kept kissing him. A muffled yes was said, and before you could continue to speak, waves of pleasure washed over your whole body. It stared from your clit and radiated up like it travelled through your bloodstream straight to your head.

Your movements slowed, and you managed to catch your breath; Eddie was still hard as a rock under his jeans, and there was no way you weren't going to help out with that.

You mimicked the way Eddie kissed your neck on Eddie. Your tongue moved the way he moved on your neck. Your hands worked in tandem with your mouth. Your fingers worked to open his jeans as you kept kissing on sucking on Eddie's long tattooed neck.

"You don't have to, Sugar," he panted, but you could hear in his tone that he was excited. He wanted this as much as you did... maybe even more.

"But I want to, Eddie." You batted your eyelashes, and you pulled away to let him see your playful pout.

You've watched enough porn and heard enough of your friend's stories to know what you're doing. Sure, the first and only time you saw a dick in real life was in your third year at uni when you tried to go down on the guy you were out with but then got scared, and he walked you home... but you got this! You're an adult woman who knows what she wants, and what she wants is right at her fingertips.

Your little pep talk in your head must have been evident on your face because Eddie started speaking again.

"You done this before?" He asks gently, not judgingly. You shake your head slightly in return.

"You want me to guide you?"

You nodded your head yes. You wanted to be good and do it right.

"Kay," He smiled.

Eddie told you how to work your hands slowly, teasingly at first, not too much but not too little. And no sudden sharp yanking movements at first... You listened, and when you were ready, you moved his boxers down, and his cock was released. It was so big, so much bigger than you thought it would be. The one you saw was a least half the size of Eddie's.

"Oh my god," You gasped.

"It's okay, sugar; he won't bite." Eddie kissed you to make you feel more comfortable. Your hand travelled back to his cock so you could grip it in your hand, not too hard, but not too gently like Eddie had said. The tip produced a bead of precum that was already leaking out, which was a good sign. Your fingers brushed over the head, and Eddie sucked in a breath.

"Did I hurt you?" you dropped his cock from your release.

"No, quite the opposite, baby."

"Oh," you giggled. You picked up where you left off, stroking his cock in your grip, teasing it and feeling it. You were surprised by how velvety the skin felt.

As you continued to make up with Eddie, cock in hand. You suddenly felt braver, and the need to have him in your mouth grew stronger. You slinked your way off the couch so you were sat in front of him on your knees, eyes and mouth level with his behemoth that he calls his cock.

“You sure, little one?" He asked, and you nodded your head with a smile. You moved before your surge of confidence broke.

You sat up a little more and moved his cock towards you, and tentatively licked the tip. You continued your kitten licks a few more times before enveloping his tip in your warm, wet mouth. You peered up at Eddie through your long lashes; he looked like he was enjoying himself, so you must have been doing something right? You swirled your tongue along the tip before dipping you're head down lower to take more of him. Eddie let out a moan, and this made you smile. Yes, you were doing something right. So you continued, lower and lower.

You'd be lying if you didn't say you've tested your gag reflex on one of the dildos you own; where is the fun in that? But now that it was a real mans cock in your mouth, you understood the hype about giving head. You genuinely liked it so far, but that's probably due to Eddie and how comfortable he makes you feel.

"You sure you've never done this before?" He managed to get out.

"uhhhhuuhhhhhh" You moned against his cock and that only jerked Eddie's hip up into you.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, that just felt really good, baby" He stroked your head before gripping the back of your hair like he was resisting to push you further down.

"Fuck baby, you're way too good at this to be a virgin."

"You calling me a Liar, Mr. Munson?" You popped off his cock and started jerking him off with your hand again.

"No, no, baby, shit, I mean, ohhh, fuck you're very good for this being your first time."

"Thank you" You put the tip back in your mouth as you sucked on it, but your hands continued to work the shaft.

Eddie didn't last much longer; he told you to take your mouth off but continue with your hands, not wanting to ruin his chance of being with you again if you tasted cum for the first time and you were disgusted. So you listened, wanting to please him; you watched as the white liquid spurted from his shaft and ran down your hands. It was warm and all you could picture was what it would look like leaking out of your pussy.

"Let me get you a towel" You got up when his cock finally stopped spazming.

You walked back over with a warm wet dishtowel, but not before you took his softening cock in your mouth to wipe up the access.

"Jesus Christ," Eddie wasn't expecting that. It was like he had awoken something inside you.

"I wanted to know what you tasted like," you surged before you handed him the towel.

"You, little minx, are going to be the death of me."

Eddie and you had been going out for two months since he moved in, and it had been a week since you gave Eddie your first blow job. It's been on your mind for the majority of the week. So when he asked you out again on a fourth date, you were very excited to see how that one would end. What more would the two of you explore?

Eddie cooked for you; he had a nice romantic dinner in his kitchen. His place was finally fully unpacked, and he gave you a grand official tour of his house afterward.

"You going to show me your bedroom?" You teased.

"You would love that, wouldn't you?" He teased back.

You headed up to his room. You walk inside, and it's pretty spacious; he has a small window off to the side that looks into your house. You stroll around the beige-carpeted floors to see if your suspicions are correct. He does, in fact, have a direct view of your bedroom.

"Ever spy on me, Mr. Munson?"

"mmmmm once or twice." He chuckles as his strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in closer to his body.

"Really?" You got a bit nervous; what had he seen?

"Well, a man can't help his curiosity when he hears a sweet voice moaning his name in the middle of the night."

This makes you gasp. He had to be joking! But then again, your windows are close together, and you love leaving them open...

"Don't worry, sweetheart." He turned you to face him, but you buried yourself into his chest, too embarrassed to look at him. "It's flattering.”

"Eddie" you moaned into his chest."

"I'm serious, knowing you want an old guy like me?"

"You're not even that old," you mumbled.

"Please look at me, Sunshine." He tilted your head up so he could gaze into your eyes. You tried to fight it, but you ultimately gave in.

"I'm embarrassed," You pout.

"Don't be; you don't even need to be embarrassed about your fantasies with me. Understood?"

"Okay." You shy away meekly.

“You want to tell me your fantasies? What you were thinking about when you touched yourself all alone in that bed of yours?”

“I-i-want…“

“It’s okay. I know you’re nervous, sweetheart. You can tell me.”

You paused, took a deep breath and closed your eyes.

“I want to be taken care of,” you whispered.

“And”

“I want you to be the one to do it…”

"We can definitely arrange that," he said before taking your lips. His tongue parted your lips, making its way into your mouth. He was an excellent kisser. You were getting wet just by his kisses alone.

Eddie backs you up and leads you toward the king-size bed. Your knees give out when they hit the soft mattress, and you fall back, dragging Eddie down with you.

"You gonna let me take care of you, baby?"

"Please?"

"That's my girl." He smiled into the kiss before getting up so you could shimmy back onto the bed so you could rest on the pillows.

Eddie's mouth found yours again as his hands travelled up your body, feeling every inch of your skin. You felt like your body was on fire; the heat radiating between the two of you was evident.

"Can I take this off?" He played with the hem of your sundress.

"You can do whatever you want"

"That's a big promise, little one, gotta be careful with making promises like that." he cocks his head.

"I just want you." You go to take off your dress, but Eddie stops you so he can do it himself. You came prepared; you wore the nicest bra and panty set you owned. A pink lace and satin set. It made your boobs look out of this world the way the fabric cupped you just right. Accentuating every curve.

"All this f'me?"

You didn't answer. You just needed to kiss him again; your bodies melded together as he pressed you further into the mattress. His hands cupped your breasts, moulding and kneading them, and your sensitive nipples began to perk up at his rough touch.

"You're perfect," Eddie sighed as his mouth detached from yours and moved down to your neck. Your body tingled as his soft lips explored the exposed skin.

"Eddie," you moaned out in pleasure. Your hips started to grind up onto Eddie's calf, and he knew he had you right where he wanted.

His hands moved lower, cupping your lace covered heat. His fingers felt so good above the lace that separated the two of you; you couldn't wait to see what they felt like skin to skin.

"You mind if I?"

"Yes!" you said, a little too excited. But Eddie didn't mind. He thought it was so cute the way you were eager to let him explore your body.

"You know how often I've pictured you on this bed?" You shake your head, not biting your lip.

"Oh well, I would picture you like this... no, wait. There would be much less clothing." He wraps his arms around his body to take off his shirt, and he throws it across the room; next to go were his pants. You giggled at his antics. "Much better."

You could feel his cock press against your stomach as he pounced back down onto you. He continued where he had left off, his hand exploring your clothed cunt again, circling your clit above your panties, making you let out a sweet moan. He moved his hands further up until he made his way underneath your panties.

Your hips automatically moved as Eddie's hands explored your wet folds. His free hand pressed your hip, silently telling you not to move, that he will do this for you. You no longer had to be the only one to make yourself feel good. He was here to take care of you.

His thick finger slipped past your folds and up into your tight cunt.

"Oh!" You called out as his fingers broke past the barrier. They were much bigger than you're used to; your hands could never do the same as he was doing now.

"You're ok, baby," he cooed. He worked his hands inside of you, hitting a spot you'd never located before. That made your mind go numb and all fuzzy.

Eddie pulled out of you, and you whimpered in protest but quickly understood he was only taking off your panties for you. You lifted your legs, you helped him out, and he kissed down your leg until he reached your centre.

"May I?" He asked.

"Yes." You sigh.

Eddie waisted not a moment longer. His lips attached themselves to your lower ones. You’d never felt anything like it. The way his soft mouth moved around your clit, kissing and sucking on your swollen bud. You thought I couldn’t get any better than this. Until his tongue made its way onto your body and you cried out in pleasure. Too consumed by Eddie to be embarrassed by how loud you were being.

“Eddie! Oh god, yes, fuck right there!”

“You taste so sweet, even better than I imaged.” Eddie hummed into your cunt mimicking the vibrations your so use to with your vibrating toys. You body was quivering underneath him within minutes. He was way too good at this.

“Please, I’m coming, oh god I’m cuming!” You try to catch your breath with every world but it wa s no use. Eddie didn’t let up until your body was spent.

You watched Eddie sit up, your liquids covering his chin. He smiled as he spoke.

“We are only just getting started baby”

Another whimper left your throat as he pulled down his boxers to reveal his hard cock. It bobbed as it was released from its confines and you wanted nothing more than to feel it in your mouth again.

“I know what you’re thinking, baby. But no, not tonight. I need to feel you.” He went to the nightstand and opened the drawer. You watched as he pulled out the condom from its foil wrappings. Your legs clenched in anticipation.

"I'm going to take real good care of you, Sunshine." he rolled it into himself before crawling back over your body.

"Okay, Eddie. I trust you."

Eddie's heart fluttered as you spoke. He was so honoured that you chose him to be your first. He would make you see what you had missed this whole time.

"You ready?" He asked.

"Yes, I think so." You nod.

Eddie hovered over you as he took your lips into his once more. You could taste yourself in his mouth and he slowly worked the tip along your slit collecting your natural lube so he could slip himself easily inside.

"Oh my god!' Eddie was thick, so much thicker than you were used to with your silicone boyfriend you had hidden in the drawer. Thank god you were at least used to that because you didn't know how you would have handled this otherwise.

"You're doing so well for me, Sunshine." he praised as his cock dove deeper into you. Your tight cunt felt like paradise.

You told Eddie he could start moving once you were comfortable and adjusted to his size.

You saw starts as his cock plunged in and out of you; it felt so fucking good. You couldn't keep in your pleasure. Moan after moan was music to Eddie's ears. Why had you waited this long to feel something so good?

"So good, fuck, you're so fucking tight." His strokes never let up. He kept the same tempo as his hips snapped into you. Your mouths hardly disconnect unless you need to come up for air. His hands explored under your bra as he pulled a cup down to free your nipple. He moved from your mouth down to take your breast into his mouth, curling your peaked bud just like he did your clit minutes before.

Your body was lit up again; the heat between you both was one thousand degrees. Eddie, was your everything at this moment. You didn't, nor couldn't think of anything but the pleasure he was feeding you.

"More, more, more," You chant as Eddie's cock pounds into you, filling you more than you had ever felt before.

Eddie listened and moved his hands to your clit. Sparking an electrical bolt through your entire body. Your already sensitive clit was pulsing with desire as Eddie continued to pleasure you. With each stroke of his cock and hand, your body couldn't take it anymore, and you began to convulse under him.

"Shit fuck, you're squeezing me so tight," Eddie spoke before he realized that he was making you cum undone beneath him.

"Oh, yes! Eddie!"

"That's it, such a good girl, taking me so well. God your pussy is made for me." he spoke as he still used your body for his own pleasure. He didn't take much after your cunt latched down on him like a vice that he was coming right after you. A loud grunt left his lips as he felt a wave of please come over his body. His sensitive cock spurted its hot while cum into the condom that was still inside you.

"Wow," Was all you managed to say. Your brain was mush, but it was the best way possible.

"Yeah, wow," Eddie chuckled as he rolled off of you, out of breath but feeling blissful nonetheless.

"Is it always like that?" You mindlessly asked.

"With me, baby girl? Yeah." He chuckled.

"Wow," You repeated. Your brain is still not fully back down to earth.

"You wanna be my girl Sunshine?"

This snapped you back into reality.

"What? Really?" You turn your head to look at him.

"Yeah, baby girl," He cupped your face, waiting for your answer.

"Yes, Eddie, I'll be your girl"

Part 2

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jaebeomsbitch · 9 months

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Cherry Lips (E.M)

Pt II: in progress

Summary: Your childhood best friend steps up when your baby daddy skips town. Eddie had been with you through all stages of life, what's helping you through motherhood? Or Eddie Munson sucks out a clogged milk duct when you're in pain and eventually you finally sleep together

Pairing: Bestfriend! Eddie x Single Mom! Reader

Warnings: MINORS DNI, Titty sucking

A/N: Inspired by a reddit thread that I currently cannot find. Will update with link when I do. Smut next chapter!

You were knocked up by some stranger, a piece of shit who ran away as soon as you told him your one night stand ended in this, in the sweet baby girl. Luckily for you, your best friend Eddie was there every step of the way. He held you while you cried holding the pee stick, fuck he drove you to get it. He took you to every appointment, you eventually got tired of correcting the nurses that he wasn’t the father.

You’d known Eddie for a long time. You were stuck at the hip since fifth grade, you can’t really pinpoint the day you became friends it just kind of happened. Your parents suspected he was your boyfriend, he was met with raised eyebrows when you first introduced him to your parents. After months of seeing you interact they grew maybe less suspicious or more like there was some unrequited love there. He looked at you like you were the sun in the sky and the waves in the ocean. You’d never really noticed or maybe you ignored it and Eddie was always too much of a coward to bring it up. Eventually the time passed where it became too awkward for him to say something…Say it, say anything really. You were friends for too long for him to finally come out with it so, he repressed those feelings.

He slept around but never had a real girlfriend. Not that he didn’t want it, who doesn't want to have a partner? Who doesn't want to be beloved? His heart ached every time he saw you. Anytime he tried to date they didn’t want you around. They were always suspicious of you, of the way you touched him, the way you laughed around him but most importantly the way he looked at you.

He held your hand as you gave birth to her, he yelled at your grip like the drama queen he is. His bangs stuck to his forehead with sweat, his mouth nervously spilling out words. What words? Mostly gibberish with a bit of praise about how well you were doing. You couldn’t really internalize whatever the fuck was going on. You just wanted the pain to end, whoever said childbirth was a miracle… it was a miracle anyone fucking did it. But this was your cross to bear, you wanted nothing more to be a mother even if it meant this. If it meant you needed stitches to hold you together, even if you felt bloated, and you didn't sleep most nights.

Eddie was a godsend, he didn’t need to step up. He was your best friend not the father, the father was somewhere in florida fucking anything with a hole, probably fucking up some other girls life. But Eddie was here, he practically moved in when you found out you were pregnant. He started working overtime and put a downpayment on a house. Eddie… your Eddie the guy who promised to leave Hawkins and never return to this shitty town took on a thirty year mortgage. He refused your money when you wanted to pay rent, said he needed to move out of Wayne’s a long time ago. He didn’t know you were secretly putting money into the principal loan every month as rent.

He was there and you didn’t know how to feel about it. You loved him for as long as you could remember. A deep rooted seed of love in your heart was planted there since the first day you met him. Since that awkward, too loud, lanky boy bumped into you in the hallway. Your heart ached, it was agonizing. Maybe if you were a different person, if you weren’t so afraid of commitment things would be different. Maybe if you weren’t a coward this would be his baby. A part of you knew though, knew that he saw your beautiful baby as his. You saw it in the way he held her after she was born, the way his dimples adorned his face as he cooed at her, and the way he loaded her in the car checking the seatbelt eight times to make sure she was secure.

He’d wake up in the middle of the night and change her when you were too tired. He’d come home tired and hold her to give you a break. You can still remember the day you built the nursery. He went with you to the supply store to help pick out the paint, his hand on your back as you argued about which color to paint the walls. The guy working the paint station looked at you both with a bored expression. It all felt too domestic, it felt normal. You couldn’t pinpoint why but you could pinpoint that dull throb in your heart when he mockingly told you wanted to paint the walls with piss because you wanted yellow. Eventually you both decided on white, Eddie got his way. He’d read in a manual that white was productive for babies… How? You didn’t fucking know but you couldn’t argue with him when he looked at you with those big chocolate eyes and pulled you around the store gently, his hand never leaving the small of your back.

Every night a piece of you feels broken… more like something is missing. Like there’s a tug in your heart and it leads eight feet to the wall on your right. To those ugly gray sheets and black comforter. You pad around the kitchen as she sleeps. You try and make yourself some quick dinner before she wakes up for her meal. There’s a throb in your breast, they feel tender and swollen, something that isn’t unusual but something feels wrong. They ache and feel tight, just as you turn off the stove and grasp the counter Eddie walks in.

“Honey I’m home~~” He sing songs quietly.

“Eds” You whisper harshly trying not to crumple into a heap as you grip your tender breast. You can hear the thuds of his work boots stomping towards you.

“What’s wrong?” He says in a panicked voice watching your head hung down in pain.

“I- I don’t know. It hurts” You say, trying not to cry. You couldn’t freak out right now.

“Where, where does it hurt sweetheart?” He whispers, eyes wide and full of anxiety. His hands reach for you, touching you all over trying to find the source as you gasp for air. The sharp pains in your breast only getting worse.

“My breast hurt s’bad” You silently cry, your knuckles turning white as you grip the counter harder.

“Woah,” He says, holding you as you sway, the pain becoming increasingly unbearable like a water balloon about to pop.

“We have to go to the hospital, somethings not right Eds” You say looking up at him, your nails digging into his forearm.

“Your breast hurts? I- I read something in the manual about this” He says hurriedly, watching as you tremble.

“I think I can make it better. I think you've got a clogged milk duct. Fuck sweetheart, okay. I- I have to suck on your nipple,” He says, holding you closer to him bearing your weight.

“W-what?” You ask, maybe you just hallucinated that.

“Yes, women have their husbands suck the blockage out all the time. Trust me, It’ll make you feel better and if it doesn't work we’re rushing towards the hospital” He almost pleads as he watches your face scrunch up with pain.

“Okay, j-just do it” You say, the pain increases more and more. You let of your breast as he lifts you onto the counter, one of his hands on your waist and the other quickly bringing your shirt down. He was used to seeing your breasts because you liked to breast feed but this was different. You can’t even think about it because his lips are engulfing your nipple and he's sucking hard. Your hand comes up to tangle in his hair, holding him in place. The pain hurts so bad, it feels like it's shooting into your skin but also like it could pop like an overinflated balloon. Groans leave your mouth, your fingers pulling at his scalp as he continues to suck on your nipple. Small tears leave the corner of your eyes squeezed shut.

Finally a floodgate opens and the pain starts to slowly subside. The feeling of his lips around your breast becomes a little more apparent, you blink your eyes open as he pops off your breast.

“Did it work?” He asks, his lips covered in saliva as some of your breast milk dribbles out.

“Thank you,” You say, voice cracking as you feel the pain fading away. Your hands not leaving his hair. You become acutely aware of the way his thumb is comfortingly brushing your waist.

“It’s okay, you’re alright now,” He says softly, wiping the tears away. He looks down for a second before covering you back up. You stay there for a second, his hips slotted in between your legs, your fingers in his hair, and his thumb dragging across your waist. Eventually you let go of his hair, maybe you realized the position you’re in. Eddie clears his throat, stepping back from you, “You okay? We can still go to the hospital and get you checked out” He says, those big puppy eyes looking at you with concern.

“I’m okay now, thank you for… uhm doing that” You say, your cheeks painted with a blush as you feel your blood run up towards your cheeks.

“No problem. Just let me know if you feel it again and I’ll help, okay? Don’t feel embarrassed” He gives you a small smile. Without you asking he helps you off the counter, his strong hands holding your hips as he places you down on the floor. He says something about needing a shower as he leaves to his room, stopping by to check up on the baby.

You stay frozen, your knees weak at your interaction. Eddie was so effortlessly sweet, he’d spent months reading every baby manual he could find in the library. Anytime he was out of town he’d pick up a new one trying to find every tip and trick to help you. Your heart pounds in your chest as you try to return to make dinner. Your thoughts full of Eddie, of the grip he had on you. How would his calloused fingers feel on your skin? How would his tongue feel against your sensitive nipples when you weren’t in pain? Fuck, no don’t imagine your best friend like this. He wasn’t your anything, he was just helping.

You have dinner with Eddie, he tells you about all the new work gossip like nothing ever happened thirty minutes ago. Not that anything did happen, it wasn’t like he fucked you on that counter. No matter how many times you’ve imagined it before, especially the night he brought you here the first time… You were getting sidetracked again. You can’t help but notice the crinkles in his eyes as he laughs about something that happened at the shop or the way his hands move wildly as he tries to speak quietly. That is until there's a cry in the nursery, without taking a second glance at you he paces towards the room scooping up your daughter. You walk into the room watching as he rocks her “Shhh shhh, I’m right here honey. It’s okay” He soothes.

“I think the little munchkin is hungry,” he coos in a baby voice turning towards you. You walk closer to them and grab her, she’s already suckling on the fabric of your shirt before you can pull it down.

“Wow, we got an eager girl” Eddie laughs. We. You chuckle pulling down your shirt and adjusting her so she can latch on. Eddie looks away, “Need company?” He asks as you sit down on your nursing chair, he hands you a pillow to rest your arms on.

“No it’s okay you’re probably tired. Get some rest” You say looking up at him.

“But I haven’t seen my little pumpkin all day,” he pouts, fingers wiggling towards her.

“Eds really, you don’t have to. You had a long day at work,” You say feeling guilty for relying on him so much. He waves his hand pulling up a seat and sitting down.

“I want to hang out,” He says, yawning. You can see how tired he is, the way he’s already started trying to blink the sleep away but Eddie is stubborn. He sits there watching you both for a second but his eyelids get heavier and heavier until he falls asleep in the chair. You try to nudge him awake but he doesn’t wake. It isn’t until she’s finished eating and you've burped her that you are able to stand and wake him up. Your hand gentle on his shoulder as you shake him.

“Eds, Eddie, time for bed,” You say softly. He groans, slowly cracking his eyes open, you caress his face, “Time for bed.” He nods his head, standing up at a snail's pace. He puts a kiss on her forehead and then yours before he stumbles into his room and crashes onto his bed. You stand there stunned, Eddie was affectionate sure but he’d never kissed your forehead. He was sleep deprived, that’s all that it was. Guilt gnaws at you, knowing he’s so tired because of you. Because his heart is too big and he’ll do everything in his power to help you even when he doesn’t have to.

You spend some time getting her to settle down and fall asleep again before you leave the room. Your hand hesitates over the phone. It was late, like really late but you needed to tell someone how you felt. God, maybe you needed a therapist. Your fingers work over the buttons, you press the receiver to your ear as it rings, it doesn't click until almost the last ring.

“Hello?” A sleepy voice says.

“Robin, fuck sorry for calling so late,” You whisper.

“No, it’s alright. I haven’t heard from you in a week. I was starting to get worried, "she says.

“Rob… something fucking weird happened today,” You say, your heart pounding in your chest as you keep glancing over to his bedroom.

“Oh my god is she okay? Do you want me to drive over there? I’m getting my bag,” She says frantically.

“Robin, she’s completely healthy. Calm down,” You say in a hushed tone.

“Oh thank God,” She breathes out. “What happened?” she asks curious as to why you’re calling her almost near midnight. You always called on her during the day.

“Today… I guess I had a clogged milk duct and I didn’t know but that shit hurt like a mother fucker a-and…God this is so embarrassing,” You groan as silently as you can, not that Eddie could hear, he’s a very heavy sleeper except when it came to your baby’s cries.

“Oh my god, this sounds juicy. Spill it out, bitch,” She says.

“Eddie sucked on it until it got unclogged” You whispered hurriedly.

“WHAT,” Robin yells over the receiver.

“Shh- shut the fuck up you’re gonna blow my ear drum out,” You say biting your nail. Your eyes keep flicking towards his bedroom like you're doing something you’re not supposed to.

“Holy shit give me the play by play… Actually–. God I just know this is one of your depraved fantasies,” She laughs loudly.

“Hardy har, I should give you a comedian of the year award. But… He literally pulled me onto the counter, whipped it out and started sucking like it was a normal thing to do. I was in so much pain I didn’t have time to freak out but I’m kind of freaking the fuck out,” You whisper.

“I do deserve an award. So you’re telling me he manhandled you and helped you… Girl that sounds like your wet dream. Weren't you always talking about–” Robin says.

“Shut the fuck up, this is serious! He acted normal when we had dinner but like… I mean he sucked my titty. Is that not supposed to be weird? Like it’s weird right?” You start pacing the kitchen.

“Or are you making it weird? I think you’re overthinking it. Unless there's something else isn’t there? You like him, I mean everyone in fucking Hawkins thinks he’s your baby daddy anyway. What happened… Oh my god did you like it you dirty dog?” She gasps.

“Yes, fine okay I sort of liked it and there was this moment,” You hush hurriedly.

“A moment?” Robin is intrigued

“He didn't move after he helped. He was rubbing my hip until he knew I was okay, he asked me like forty times, and then he pulled me off the counter. Fuck and then he did the thing” You groan.

“The thing?”

“He fucking went after the baby as soon as she started crying like it was out of instinct. Fuck Rob… I’m in too deep,” You sigh.

“You wanna hear my opinion?” Robin says, you hum in response.

“He’s had a massive fucking crush on you since like forever ago. Everyone can see it, he looks at you like you're the next coming of Jesus Christ,” She says

“No he doesn’t,” You immediately deflect.

“Are you actually serious? He fucking bought a house for you. Eddie Munson, the guy who despises Hawkins, bought a house… for you. He comes home and takes care of your baby, he spends his days off with you two. When was the last time he’s even had a fling? Fucking two years ago? That man is in love with you, you’re just in denial and he’s just a coward,” She rips into you.

“But what if he isn’t Rob? What if I tell him and he- he doesn't feel the same? I couldn’t live here anymore, fuck I couldn’t even look at him. I- I don’t know I’m just so fucking scared of losing him….” You feel the tears in your eyes spring forward.

“Hey, hey no one is holding a gun to your head and forcing you to tell him but I’m glad you finally admitted it. I just want you to know that I’m a thousand percent sure he’s fucking more than head over heels for you. He’s like stupidly in love with you… You could have the dream life. The white picket fence, the husband, you know the whole shebang if you just told him.” She sighs.

“I don’t know Rob. I need him in my life, I can’t fuck this up. He’s like the sun and I’m just some shitty little weed that’ll wilt and die if he’s gone,” You say, trying to get rid of the tightness in your throat.

“Hey you are not a fucking weed. You are a fucking Magnolia, this huge tree full of love and life. Don’t sell yourself short or I will drive the ten hours there and personally kick your ass,” She scolds.

“How does one impersonally kick someone's ass?” You laugh. Robin always knew how to make you feel better.

“Don’t change the subject. Now you have to confess your sins. Since when did you start liking him?” She asks like you’re still in high school.

“Ugh you’re annoying. Uhh… I don’t know I think I always did but it became like a thing in sixth grade. We were at this stupid party, I don’t know why my parents let me go. It was just like a bunch of tweens jacked up on soda playing spin the bottle and seven minutes in heaven and I had to kiss some random guy. I kept wishing, praying, hoping it landed on him and it kind of clicked. God and he was so fucking weird looking back then too. Like his arms were too long for his torso,” You laugh.

“Oh? You’ve been holding out. Now I gotta see some photos of you two back then,” Robin laughs imagining how Eddie looked back then.

“I was worse, I was going through a weird bangs combed over phase and I had these big chunky glasses. Ugh I don’t even want to think about it,” You groan. Then there's a cry in the nursery, “Shit I gotta go. I’ll talk to you tom- today and you can catch me up on your date. Alright byeeee,” You rush. You hear a faint “Bye” as you put the phone on the hook and walk back towards the nursery.

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fhrlclln · 2 years

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it’s 12:00 am and i’m horny ;>

i’m thinking of a older!eddie x fem! reader, who’s your neighbor and maybe 10 years your senior (you’re an adult obvi.) he’s single and runs a mechanic shop. you always notice him sitting by the porch of his trailer, smoking, manspreading in his dirty work overalls that’s tied to his waist, showcasing his dirty white tank top that’s full of grease stains. you can’t stop staring at him, and neither can he with your little innocent gestures, calling him mr. munson.

—> pt. 2, pt. 3

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you bit your bottom lip seeing him right there, the brown paper bag you’re carrying situated on your hip for leverage as you walk down the gravel path towards your home that’s next to his. you could smell the cigar smoke, you tried not to glance at him again. he just looked so hot, the evident matureness in his face and his aftershave that had you gasping for air in the inside. your pussy throbbing seeing him so laid back. looking fucking ethereal manspreading there, cigar on his lips and his crazy mullet let down. tattoos showing from his bare arms that were glistening with sweat, he probably got back from work you had guessed.

mr, mr, mr. eddie munson

your throat was dry, a thirst you ache to quench. your thighs felt tingly, having this fantasy about your older neighbor, who’s probably is in his 30’s was embarrassing as it is. your hands fumbled with your keys, taking your sweet time unlocking your door, only for his voice to quip up all of the sudden making you jump a bit in surprise.

“your parents not home, sweetheart?” his gruff voice asked, you turned to the side, eyes batting seeing him smile at you. your breath got caught in your throat, you shyly nodded, still turning the key to hear the clicking sound. silently panicking in the inside, this is the first time he talked to you and you’re so flustered. fuck, fuck, fuck.

“they’re out of town for a while, mr. munson.” you informed him, voice soft as a feather. you turned to him, grocery bag still in hand. heart pounding, butterflies in your tummy seeing him lean back, cigarette now on his hands as he blew out a smoke. staring at you with his intense gaze. still a smile on his face that had you thinking if his face was rideable.

“leaving you all alone here?” he tsked.

“it’s their anniversary. i offered to k-keep watch of the house.” you explained, feeling a little tight in the clothes you’re wearing. as much as you liked staring at him from time to time, never had you expected talking to him now, hence the nervousness radiating in your tone. you watch him stand up from his place, his boots hitting the ground as he slowly walked over to you. stopping by the start of your porch’s steps.

“must feel shit lonely keeping the house all by yourself then, sweets.” he commented, crossing his arms as his biceps bulged before you. tattoos showing prominently. making your mouth dry when you glanced at them, then back to his face, not wanting to be a creep checking him out. not like he noticed it already.

“n-not at all.” you admitted, cheeks heating.

“really? got someone keeping you company?”

“no—“

“or maybe you just keep yourself busy by checking me out all the time, sweetheart.” eddie smirked, catching you red handed making your eyes widen like saucers. was it that obvious? yes, apparently.

“mr. munson—“ you gulped, suddenly feeling ashamed. his dick twitched at that. “i didn’t mean to really…”

“it’s rude to stare, sweetheart. especially with those cute fuck-me eyes. didn’t your mama tell you otherwise?” he slowly sauntered towards you, each step he took making your pussy clench out of nothing. he noticed it, the way your thighs rubbed against each other. oh, how he held himself back countless times when caught you staring at him from your porch all the time. it was the reason why he always sat in front of his trailer everyday after work just to see you ogle at him. he found it cute when you denied it now, so cute he’d fuck the shit out of you right here and now. little slut you are for riling him up.

now he stood before you close, as you could smell the cigar and grease from him, a musk you could taste that had you reeling in. his fingers gripped your chin gently, thumb on your lower lip as you looked to his eyes again. breaths mingling, lust in the air, his cock hard underneath his overalls. both blinded by lust as he trailed his thumb to caress your lip, wondering if your mouth would be as fuckable as he had imagined. mustering the thought of you moaning out his name when he pounds into you hard, abusing that pussy. mr. munson

“wanna invite me in? keep you company? i’d show you a good fucking time than staring, sweetheart.” he licked his lips, letting go of your chin, making you pout at the lost of his touch. you’re young, horny, maybe he can help you solve your staring problem. your panties felt damp as you eagerly nodded like the good girl you are. he smirked seeing you open the door and turn to him, innocently asking for it.

“yes, please.”

“please what?”

“please, mr. munson.”

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older! eddie is smth, makes me feral 😫

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fuctacles · 10 months

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Eddie, begrudgingly: Dustin's older brother is kinda fine :/

I had a craving for best friend's older brother AU so I wrote some but it's not my forte I'm out of ideas so that might be it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Edit: jokes on me I guess

[Part II] [Part III]

Eddie was about to knock on his freshman friend’s door when there was a loud commotion on the other side and the door opened by itself. A guy, probably around his age, nearly ran into him in his haste to leave the house. He startled, taking Eddie in. And then taking a double take, the way Eddie was used to people doing at the sight of him.

“Who are you?” the guy asked, scrunching his nose and not meeting Eddie’s eyes.

He felt his hackles rise, venom building in his throat and ready to spit. He wasn’t expecting this on a Saturday on his friend’s doorstep, but he guessed this was the kind of town where you just couldn’t wear your battle vest in peace anywhere. His upper lip twitched ready to form a snarl, when suddenly the guy's features softened, a spark of recognition lighting up his eyes.

“Wait. Let me guess. Eddie?”

Eddie faltered, taken aback by the sudden shift in tone. He frowned.

“Yeah?”

The guy's face warmed up with a smile, and Eddie was not ready for that kind of emotional rollercoaster this early in the morning.

“Dustin’s stories do not do you justice,” he says for some reason, eyeing him again. Eddie wants to shrivel up and hide. What the fuck was happening. “He’s waiting for you in the kitchen,” he said, stepping to the side to invite him in. “I have to go to work, so you two be good, okay?” he says before waving a cheery goodbye and closing the door, disappearing just as abruptly as he showed up in front of Eddie. The inside of the house suddenly seemed dull.

Another ray of sunshine peeked from the kitchen, toothy grin and hazelnut curls.

“So you’ve met Steve!” Dustin grinned in place of a greeting.

Eddie gawked at him.

“That,” he pointed at the closed door. The sound of a car leaving the curb tickled his ears. “Was Steve?!”

“The adopted brother Steve? The Star Wars fan Steve? The badass older brother Steve?”

“Yes, all that,” Dustin nodded enthusiastically.

“I thought he was, like, 16!” Eddie flailed and it sounded like a petulant whine even to his ears. He winced.

Dustin frowned at him like he was being stupid. Eddie didn’t like that gaze, but unfortunately at this point, he was getting used to it. His younger friend leaned on the kitchen door frame watching Eddie toe off his shoes.

“He’s 19. What gave you that impression?”

Eddie frowned at his scuffed Reeboks. He nudged them with his toe to line up, looking for an answer.

“The adopted part, I think? He’s almost an adult, who adopts that old?”

He knew he had said the wrong thing as soon as he said it. He looked up at Dustin, whose face twisted uncomfortably.

“Shit, sorry man. I didn’t mean-”

Dusting clicked his tongue impatiently, interrupting him.

“It’s fine. This is an unconventional arrangement,” he said in that way when you heard something repeatedly. “I can tell you more, but after we make that character sheet, okay?”

Eddie nodded, eager to abandon his social faux pas. The Henderson’s were an unconventional unit, and that’s what he loved about them, at least from the stories Dustin shared. The guy was a little freak, just like Eddie, so it checked out his family was just as unconventional. So was Eddie’s after all.

The parallels made him warm up inside, the familiar need to protect his younger friends flaring up.

“Deal,” he nodded, following his friend inside the kitchen, where notebooks and DnD manuals already littered the table.

A couple of hours, two coffees and an unsolved argument about the intricacies of multiclassing later, they decided to take a break and Eddie could finally feast his eyes on the family photos on display. He stood in front of the newest one standing front and centre on the mantle. Steve was smiling shyly to the camera while Claudia Henderson had her arms around his shoulders and Dustin was grinning wide from his other side, hair ruffled by the older boy's hand.

“How long he has been living here?”

Dustin’s head popped out of the kitchen where he was rummaging for snacks.

“About a year. Remember the Starcourt fire?”

“Yeah?” Eddie frowned, taken aback by the seemingly unrelated question.

“Well, he’s been there and-” the boy frowned, fully stepping into the living room and crossing his arms. “Shit, Mom says I shouldn’t be babbling it around. That it’s Steve's story to tell.”

Eddie hummed, cocking his head.

“Your mom is very smart.”

Dustin unwrapped his arms, clenching his hands together.

“I guess I could tell you I mean who are you gonna tell? You just-”

Eddie raised both his hands, stopping him.

“Dude, he interrupted with all the disapproval his drug dealing nonconformist self could muster. “She’s right and that would be breaking your brother’s trust.”

“Uh. Yeah,” Dustin gulped, looking adequately ashamed at proposing the idea. “You’re right., he nodded.

This lasted about half a second because nobody could stop Henderson from being an egocentric know-it-all and since he was wrong he was now going to overcompensate for it. Of that, Eddie could be sure.

“We can go to his workplace and you could ask him!”

Eddie raised his hands again.

“Hold your horses Henderson, we’re not harassing your brother at work.” The boy was actually pouting, the little shit. “I am not that determined to hear it. I’ll just catch him another time I visit.”

That was the wrong thing to say because he wasn’t planning on being a recurring guest initially. Or maybe it was the right thing to say since Dustin positively beamed at the implication.

Maybe it was because the kid’s presence has been a good influence on him as well.

Also, while the story of Steve’s adoption didn’t seem that interesting before, the idea of a mall fire being somehow involved raised questions that were now itching the back of Eddie’s tongue. He had to ask them at some point.

“There’s this guy,” Eddie starts one day during lunch break.

“Oh-ho,” Gareth murmurs with disdain, the crumbs from his sandwich falling from his lips.

“Not like that,” Eddie glowered at him, slapping against his arm. Even though it was kinda like that. “He’s picking up Henderson after Hellfire today and if we run into him, I want you guys to be civil.”

“We’re always civil,” Jeff frowns at Eddie’s backhanded accusations.

“Yeah, especially when you guys are mooning after Mrs. Wheeler.”

The comment raised a wave of loud protests from his friends.

“I am just saying-”

“You’re just saying that guy is hot and we shouldn’t ogle him?” Gareth, the worst friend he has, raised his eyebrow.

“No, I’m just-”

“You calling dibs, Munson?” John the Traitor, the Backstabber, joined in. Johned in, if you will.

‘No!” Eddie protested, maybe a little too loud. A couple of heads turned but when they saw the ruckus was coming from the freaks table, they quickly lost interest. “He’s the worst. A hunk of jock with stupid hair but!” He rose a finger. “He’s Henderson’s family. And what do we do with family members in Hellfire?”

“Lure in.”

“Lull into a fake sense of security.”

“Cast charm person.”

“Exactly,” he smirked, pointing his finger at each of them in approval. “This case is no different.”

“It feels different,” Gareth murmured under his breath, earning himself another smack on the shoulder.

Eddie wrapped up the session and was giving out experience points to his players when a soft knock interrupted his counting. He frowned at the door.

“Speak ‘friend’ and enter!” he hollered to his sheep’s utter glee. He grinned at them.

Dead silence was all the response he got, so he assumed whatever normie was bugging them got discouraged. But then, Henderson was turning around in his seat, yelling at the door.

“It’s from Lord of the Rings! You know this one!”

There was a shuffle on the other side where apparently, Steve came already to pick up his brother.

“Oh! Um… Melon? Was that it?”

“You may enter!” Eddie commanded with a grin straining at his cheeks. Dustin was doing a good job educating his jock brother, apparently.

The guy pushed the door open, taking in the table full of teenagers. He waved hesitantly.

“You guys finishing up?”

“I’m handing out points, we need just a few minutes,” Eddie waved his hand. “And it’s Mellon.”

Steve frowned.

“That’s what I said.”

“Sure you did,” Eddie cocked his head condescendingly, ignoring the eyes of Corroded Coffin members staring at him. “Now sit and wait,” he gratuitously offered, snapping his fingers and pointing at a nearby bench, like Henderson’s older brother was some kind of dog.

To his surprise, he nodded shortly and obeyed, sitting down and watching him expectantly. Eddie took it as his cue to proceed. He coughed to gather his sheep's attention and went back to his meticulous calculations.

“That didn’t look like Charm Person to me,” Gareth hissed as soon as the younger members of Hellfire had left.

“Huh? What are you talking about?” Eddie scrunched his eyebrows, throwing him a look while he stuffed his campaign notes into his bag.

“You told us to be nice, but you ordered him around like he was one of the kids,” Jeff pointed out, arms crossing.

“I did not”

“You totally did.”

Eddie’s eyes narrowed as he straightened up.

“What is this? Mutiny? Among my own kin? Ungrateful little herd I had nurtured on my own breast-”

He was interrupted by a cacophony of grossed out noises.

“Spare us the imagery, please.”

Eddie huffed indignantly, closing his bag.

“Then quit yapping. It was a singular lapse of judgement on my part,” he said with finality, throwing his bag over his shoulder. Without looking back, he walked off, hand raised in a goodbye, “Toodles, bitches.”

And he was gone.

Gareth sighed.

“Man, I love Eddie, but sometimes…” John cut himself off, shaking his head.

“Yeah.”

Eddie’s been on the fence about it for some time now. But the time was ticking and he did say more than once that ‘86 was gonna be his year, so maybe it was time to pocket his ego and make some calls.

Some very, very humiliating calls.

Sighing deeply he imagined himself going to the woods and digging up a deep hole. There he imaginary buried his pride, made a fancy map to find it later, hopefully in time for his graduation, and finally dragged himself back home and in front of his phone. Next to it, he tacked on a list of numbers of all his newest sheepies in case of emergencies. Like Hellfire scheduling.

He sighed once more, slumping dramatically before dialling the first of the numbers. As he listened to the dial tone, he squared his shoulders, decided a more confident pose was in order. He was now a man of action, taking his fate in his own hands. His pride was buried deeply in the darkest corners of the forest and only a courageous-

“Har- Henderson residence, this is Steve speaking.”

Eddie’s mind went blank, completely thrown off. Who was he calling again? What for?

“Hello?”

“Is this how you pick up the phone? Did I get the wrong house? Is this the British Queen?”

“... Eddie? Is that you?”

Busted.

“What gave me away?”

“Ah, only the dramatic nonsensical ramblings.” Steve answered, amusement in his voice.

“Thank you, I pride myself in those.” No pride! Pride is buried deep in the putrid soil of a forgotten battlefield! “But I’m here for the superior Henderson, please and thank you.” Ah yes, the Charm Person again. Somebody could think Eddie buried his Charisma along with the pride.

“Sorry, Claudia is at work right now.”

Eddie scrunched his nose, confused, the gleeful tilt to the voice in his ear irking him. Then he remembered the mom. A staple in most households.

“Har, har, Steven. The smart one.”

“Please never call him that to his face,” the man said with a resigned sigh.

“There wouldn’t be enough space in the room for both our egos if I did.”

Steve laughed then, softly and genuinely, before calling out for his younger brother.

After a loud rattle, Dustin’s lispy voice finally reached Eddie’s trailer.

“What's up?”

The man braced himself for what he was about to request.

“I need your help with an assignment.”

The door opened before he could even knock. Again.

“I thought I told you not to inflate his ego.”

“No, you told me not to call him smart. It is merely a by-product of my desperate attempts at graduating,” Eddie shrugged matter-of-factly. “Besides, I don’t respond to the likes of you.” He punctuated his words by seizing the guy up before brushing past him inside the Henderson’s house.

“The likes of- Excuse me?!”

Eddie was skipping towards Dustin’s room.

“Hey big guy I’m here for my tutoring!” he announced himself, standing in the open door to his friend’s room, who quickly beckons him inside. Steve’s heavy steps follow and soon he’s the one standing in the door frame, arms crossed, while Eddie bounces on Dustin’s bed.

“What do you mean the likes of me?” he asks, almost pouting.

“Mainstream,” offered Dustin, shuffling through stuff on his desk.

“Jocks,” added Eddie, still bouncing with glee, hair following up and down.

“Normies.”

“Pop listeners.”

“Mom friends.”

“Conformists.”

“Okay, I get it!” Steve threw his hands in the air, stopping the list that probably wouldn’t come to an end otherwise. “You’re the cool guys, have fun having your cool stuff,” he huffed angrily, grabbing the doorknob. Before he closed the door he threw one seething glance at Dustin. “Do not. Ask me for snacks,” he hissed before slamming the door shut.

Eddie flipped back on the bed, a wide grin splitting his face.

“Man, your brother is so easy to rile up,” he chuckled gleefully.

“Right?! He’s so bitchy,” Dusting turned around towards him, signature smile in place. Eddie hollered.

“He is!”

Alas, a slap of palms interrupted his delightful trashing around.

“I believe we have some physics to cover?”

Eddie groaned. Right. He didn’t come here to bother the older Henderson. Booo.

[Steddie masterpost] [Ao3] [ko-fi]

#steddie #pre steddie i guess #steve is a henderson #older brother steve #i like the simping for older brother idea but im running dry #if u have ideas for this trope feel free to drop them i might write more #the general idea is eddie finds steve attractive but is lowkey mean and teasing to him because he cant control his jockphobia #also uses it as a defense mechanism against rejection #steve in this is okay with his bisexuality #he thinks theres something there while eddie is in denial #adoption background: authorities got involved after they couldnt get a hold of harringtons after starcourt fire #with murrays help they lost custody and claudia swooped in #i know hes old but its more about legal stuff like changing his name and his parents losing any power over him #ao3 is down so heres a treat #ff #mine #st #steve harrington #steddie fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #the hendersons

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bettyfrommars · 5 months

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out on the highway

older!Eddie x reader

this is a mid-2000's little blurb where Eddie is in his late 30's/early 40's and ends up in Oregon for whatever reason. maybe this is even drifter!eddie. there are so many isolated gas stations and mechanic garages where I am, I think about this every time I am on the road.

wc: 770

It was a dark and foggy November night when you pulled over to the first gas station for 50 miles on your long trek to the Pacific Northwest. Only a sliver of a moon in the sky and very few visible stars, most of them obscured by bully clouds.

The two pumps under a metal awning were well-lit, as were the modest mechanic garage and mini mart connected to it, but the rest of the surrounding land was nothing but agriculture fields with no other sign of human life to be found.

Perhaps you’d watched too many horror movies and episodes of Forensic Files, but this place gave you the creeps bad enough to make you wonder if it might be better to chance your luck and see how far you could get on fumes.

You opened your door a crack, enough to stick the toe of your foot out, and a song from the newest Arcade Fire album Funeral blared from your speakers, just before you turned the ignition off. You were about to get out and pump your own gas, because that was what you were used to—but then there stood a person, mere feet away, and you sank back, ready to slam your door, feeling suddenly threatened.

The person in question was a man in light blue coveralls, with the added warmth of a leather jacket and black, fingerless gloves. He had dark, wavy hair, just long enough to tuck behind his ears with two silver hoop piercings in one lobe, and there was some type of tattoo design peeking out of his collar on his throat. His eyes were dark brown and kind, and you couldn’t help but notice the thin scar that pulled down the skin of one eye and made it droop slightly.

It took you an extra second to realize he had a cat with him. The orange and brown calico teenager was perched on his shoulder and he steadied it with one hand to keep the feline secure while the tail swished behind. The hand that held the cat was slashed in white scars, decorated in chunky, silver rings, and the fingernails had chipped black polish on them.

He stopped abruptly, not wanting to scare you, not when that eastern side of the state had too many similarities to the scene of the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

“Sorry, hi, I’m Eddie,” he opened the palm of his free hand and spread his fingers out in a bit of a Spock greeting to let you know he was safe. “And this is Yvette,” he added, gesturing to the calico cat that he gently lowered to the ground. You both watched her sprint off to the garage and through a tiny door that had been cut in the sheet metal.

“Regular or super?” He asked, clicking the pump handle off the port before you could get out and do it yourself.

“Don’t worry about it, I don’t mind—-” you were about to step down to do it yourself.

But then he chuckled softly, realization dawning. “You can’t pump your own gas in Oregon,” he let you know in a patient voice, avoiding your eyes. “I have to do it. It’s the law," and at that last bit, he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Oh, of course,” you gave a ‘silly me’ laugh and crawled back in behind the wheel to shut the door before rolling the window down. You gave him 20 bucks, and then you watched him from the side mirror as he stood there making sure you got what you paid for. He was humming a song; one you couldn't place.

“So,” you spoke up, sticking your head out of the window. “How long have you lived here?”

He worked his jaw as he checked the rolling numbers on the gas tank, tucking a hair that escaped to his cheek, still never looking directly at you. “I’ve been here a while,” he said, vaguely.

You stared at your steering wheel for a bit, until you heard the pump click to let him know your tank was full.

“Thank you,” you said out the window. He cleared his throat and said a gentle, “you’re welcome”, as he twirled your gas cap closed and snapped the shield into place. You watched him head back into the garage, with several cats circling his feet.

You spent the next several miles on the desolate road wondering about Eddie, why he looked so familiar, and how he’d ended up in such a po-dunk town. You wondered about him until you were sleepy and had to pull over at a roadside motel to get some rest.

You weren’t very far from the gas station, and you wondered if he would still be there in the morning.

#Eddie Munson fic #Eddie Munson hc #older!Eddie munson #mechanic!eddie

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leelei1980 · 8 months

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Loving Mr. Munson Masterlist

You thought you were going to live your life Happily Ever After with your boyfriend Robbie Munson until you caught him cheating on you . Now that the Fairytale is over it's time to try to pick up the pieces and start over.

You decide to drop off some of your ex-boyfriend's things at his Father, Eddie Munson's house. Eddie, who had become your friend over the years comforts you, and while you are in his arms you realize maybe it was HIM you wanted all along....

This is an Older Eddie x Reader fic. There is also a 20ish year age gap between Eddie and Reader.

Their relationship is totally and completely Loving and consensual.

🛑Smut warning- This story contains Mature Content 🛑 18+ only- Minors please stay Away!

I’ve got you Sweetheart 🌶️

Sticky Sweet 🌶️

Clearing the air 🌶️

Hawkins Reunion-Part 1🌶️

Hawkins Reunion- Part 2🌶️

Excuse me sir 🌶️

Parental Warning

Nothing Else Matters🌶️

Welcome Home🌶️

New Routines 🌶️

Maybe it’s destiny Sweetheart

Family Time🌶️

One night only🌶️

Just for Us

To have and to hold- Part one

To have and to hold- Part 2🌶️

LMM Bonus blurb- 80’s Mixtapes🌶️

In Sickness and in Health

Making Plans

The Bachelorette Party- Part one 🌶️

The Bachelorette Party- Part Two🌶️

Prologue:

In the Beginning - Connection 🌶️

In the Beginning - Meeting Mr. Munson

In the Beginning - Betrayal🌶️

LMM asks:

Gonna make you Sweat

Whose your Daddy?🌶️

Squeaky Clean🌶️

Magic Hands🌶️

If you like this series please like and re-blog❤️Please let me know if you are interested in joining a taglist! I love to hear feedback and ideas so please feel free to message me!Thank you for reading❤️

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#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie fanfic #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fanfic #dilf!eddie munson #mechanic eddie munson #older eddie munson

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boogiewrites · 1 year

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Hindsight's Always 19/84 - Pt 1

Single Dad Eddie / Reader AU

You left Hawkins in 1984. You had no intentions of ever coming back. But life had other plans. You grew sick of the fake people and conversations, the classism and nauseating academic personalities of your past life. You craved life with its highs and lows, its triumphs and heartbreak over the beige monotony of white-collar progress. Now divorced and happy to be, you move back home. You run into an old friend, Eddie Munson. He was a memory that had haunted you for years. You haven't been the only one whose life has changed drastically. He's working two jobs and taking care of his son alone. You came back to Hawkins to find a new path, but you're faced with your younger self instead. Will you finally give her the answers she's always needed? Are you brave enough to say the things you couldn't before you left? With the growing connection between two broken adults, it looks like you never should've left.

You know what they say, Hindsight's always 20/20.

You walked down the stairs from your apartment onto the street. The sunset painted the town in nostalgia. Muted colors like looking back into your memories surrounded you. It all felt different and somehow exactly the same. You’d been back for about a month now. But with the exception of holidays, you haven't spent any time in Hawkins for over a decade. You didn’t even go to your 10-year high school reunion. You’d had no expectations of coming back here. Certainly not without an exit date firmly scheduled prior. But life is funny that way. You never expect to get divorced when you get married. You never expect to quit what once was your dream job. You never expect to move back to your hometown in some potentially pathetic, you hadn't decided yet, attempt to find yourself. Along with a lot of other lessons you were finally learning, expecting the unexpected was one being driven into your life hard.

So when you wandered the towns Main Street and saw the old record store you hadn't expected, but maybe you should have, the man standing behind the counter to be the boy who helped form most of those happy memories you’d come back home to revisit.

“We close in like 5 minutes. I can check you out if you know what you want but at 9 you’re getting kicked out.” He didn’t look up from the book of numbers he was staring at on the checkout desk.

“Oh shit. I didn’t look at your hours on the door. Sorry. I’ll leave.” You rush out, not even looking at the guy, his hair hiding his face as he leaned on the counter. You’d barely taken in the familiar space before feeling like a burden.

But then you hear your name called to your back as your hand sits on the door handle. That voice. You hadn’t heard your name said like that in so long. Not just from him but in a way that made it sound like someone was genuinely happy to see you.

“Eddie?” It leaves your slightly parted lips before you even verify the owner of the now much deeper, voice. It’s still cracked and popped when you heard it last. A young man with his training wheels freshly off was now grown before you. He looked so different. And just like the town… somehow exactly the same.

“Holy shit it is you!” his face lit up, it was a wonderful sight. Eddie was always a big emoter, being absolute shit at hiding how he felt on his face. And right now he was happy to see you. Your face was a bit more hesitant, only for the heavy smack of memories you were drowning in as you shared a silent smile, eyes very boldly meeting one another's.

“It’s me.” you held out your hands in a jazzy presentation of yourself that made him laugh.

“What are you doing here? Oh shit, is everyone okay?” His face went from curious to concerned in a flash.

“Oh yeah, the family’s fine.” you finally stepped forward and dismissed his concern with a wave of your hand. “I moved back.” he could see the way your jaw tensed when you said it. Last he’d heard you were married and working some white-collar job and doing just fine. He certainly hadn’t expected you to walk into his shop on a random Tuesday. He wanted to ask a hundred questions that had all poured into his brain but withheld.

“How long have you been back?” he got away with looking at your hands, checking for a wedding band as they ran through your hair nervously. There wasn’t one. That gave him plenty of answers to sate his intrusive tendencies. Little did he know you’d already looked at his ring finger to see the same.

“A few weeks. Not long. Just got settled into the apartment on 3rd street. Pure luck it opened up when I was looking.”

“An apartment?” he had a playful smile as he quirked his brow. “Would’ve pinned you for a house sorta girl.”

“Needed a change.” you wrinkled your nose, vague answers meant you weren’t ready to talk about it. Which he understood.

“I heard they re-did those recently.”

“Yeah, it’s way nicer than I expected. Overlooks the park which is very cute. And is a hell of a lot cheaper than my mortgage was.” a genuine smile graced your face, and the sense of relief wasn’t missed by him in your voice.

“Tell me about it.” he groaned and slapped the open book in front of him.

“Oh, doing the books?” you leaned forward curiously, intimately familiar with the layout of the paper before him. “Wait. Why are you doing the accounting?” you didn’t hide the confusion on your face as you looked back up at a smirking Eddie. His hair was the same save for the lack of bangs, a change with the times. He had a past 5 o clock shadow and light circles under his eyes. You knew you also had signs of wear and age on your face.

“Because I own the place?” he tilted his head to the side and chuckled. “You don’t have to look SO surprised.” he then broke into a laugh.

“Sorry! I just. Wow.” you shook your head.

“Give me a little credit. I’ve grown up since you last knew me.” a playful defensiveness was apparent in his shaking curls as he challenged your slack jaw at the news.

“I’m sure you have. Sorry. I didn’t mean to -”

“Shut up. I’m fucking with you.” the deepness of his voice bloomed out of a laughing chest. “I do own it but I agree I didn’t scream responsible business owner at 18.” he grinned. “I started working here shortly after you left and ten years later Mr. Orison wanted to retire and well…” he motioned to the room then let his arms slap to his sides.

“Good for you. Seriously. Running a business is fucking hard. People don’t realize it.”

“Yeah neither did I when I bought it.” he bent over and ran his hand through his hair, elbows to the countertop.

“I used to crunch numbers all day for a living so I get it. I’ll leave you to it. It’s past 9 anyway, I think you’re supposed to kick me out.” you smiled brightly, and you felt the strain in your cheeks. It’d been a long, long time since you’d smiled so big.

“You get to be an exception to the rule. You can wander around if you want. I don’t care.”

“No, no. I know you need to focus. I’ll get out of your hair.” you take a few steps back. “I could come back when you aren’t busy?” you offered, a raise of one shoulder to your chin.

“Yeah! Yes.” he cleared his throat and nodded enthusiastically, spooling out some blank receipt paper. “Since you’re back-back we should catch up.” he dabbed the pen to his tongue to get it to work, and a few shakes and grunts later he was writing his number down. “And I don’t mean in that fake reunion - oh my god let’s get coffee sometime kinda way.” he looked up, hang dancing over his papers as a fuller face than you recalled smiled at you.

“Glad we’re on the same page. I need some friends. Not gonna lie.” you chuckle nervously and give a purposely strained smile.

“Lucky for you, we are built-in friends.” he holds out the paper as you step back toward him.

“Good,” you say softly, ripping part of the paper and writing down your own information. “You’re busier than me right now so feel free to call me whenever and we can go not get coffee.” you joke and he accepts it heartily.

“You drink?”

“Not as well as I used to.” you laugh.

“That’sthefuckintruth.” he grumbled. “I’ll hit you up and we’ll go to the old Hideout. We’ll be two old schmo’s reminiscing just like the people we used to make fun of.”

“Sounds perfect.” the relief of something casual and easy flooded you. There was no pretentious pretext, no formalwear to buy, or people to schmooze. Beers, a dive bar, and an old friend sounded close to heaven after the way you’d spent the last decade. “See ya soon.” you wiggle your fingers in a wave before Eddie watches you walk down the street and out of sight, locking the door behind you.

“Well, shit.” he didn’t have to hide his smile now, chuckling to himself, rubbing his face as he walked back to the counter. “She’s back.” he talked to himself, no one else was around, and being alone was a rarity for him these days. He gathered up his books and looked at the mirror in the hall on the way to the back office. “And single,” he said to his reflection before looking over it and frowning at the sight. He looked fucking tired. In all fairness he was. “And you’re a struggling single dad with two jobs.” he sighed and looked away from the mirror. A reality check he needed was cashed to himself. He wasn’t exactly relationship material at the moment with barely any time for himself let alone dating someone. You were used to money and the city and some fancy-pants professor was your ex-husband. What’s a small-town mechanic with a sob story, a kid, and a treading water business going to offer you? He groaned, his annoyance clear on his face as he plopped into the old creaky leather chair. Little did he know, that craving a slice of real life, something raw and passionate, full of imperfections was exactly why you’d left your husband and old life behind. He had more to offer than old romantic nostalgia. He just didn’t know it yet.

Eddie arrived at the trailer he was pleased to call home. A double wide with a room for him and his son and for Wayne when he wanted to stay over. He didn’t live far from his uncle and he didn’t want to be away from him, truth be told. He’d landscaped the place, out in the field away from the clusters of other trailers, a little fence, and a bricked-in foundation. He was proud of what he’d been able to create for his little family.

Eddie was happy to admit now that the calling from his kid as soon as he noticed him walking into the door made every bit of worry fade away for a few minutes.

“Daddy!” a very active toddler ran and stumbled toward him, falling and ignoring the failure to get swept up in his dad's arms.

“Hey little man!” he tossed him into the air, a favorite pastime of his since he was tiny. “I see we had spaghetti for dinner.” Eddie laughed, grabbing a noddle from his shirt and eating it noisily to make him laugh.

“He’s as stubborn as you.” Wayne chuckled, a grunt as he raised from the couch. “Refused anything else. Remember when you’d only eat pickles and ranch with butter noodles for dinner for a while?”

“It’s still good.” Eddie grinned, shifting the kid to his hip.

“Your taste has always been questionable.” Wayne teased. It was always with love.

“It’s a point of pride.” Eddie smiled and shoved a fork into the pot of noodles left on the stove.

“We were about to get settled for bed. Someone had a long nap today and messed up his routine.”

“Did not!” a very adamant and incorrect claim came from the small version of Eddie.

“Terrible two’s.” Wayne glared and wagged his finger as he hunched toward the kid before grabbing his side to tickle him and make him scream.

“How about we go play sea monster?” Eddie suggested, the kid's eyes lighting up.

“YEAH!” his little fists clenched.

“You handle the bath I’ll clean up.” Wayne pats his adopted son’s arm.

Eddie was elbow-deep in bubbles, soap in his mouth, and water in his eyes as his boy thrashed in the water. A rouge rubber dinosaur bonked Eddie in the head.

“Asteroid!” he shouted, slapping Eddie with a wet ball in the face before slapping his hands into the water full of floating dinosaurs.

“I thought we were playing sea monsters?” Eddie asked, a washcloth rubbing behind his son's ears.

“Monster rock! Gahhh!” the little gremlin growled and slapped the ball down again.

“Ya know what? Fair.” Eddie nodded, a resigned purse of his lips as he scrubbed away at his slippery like an eel, arms. “You remember this one’s name?” he picked up a plastic dinosaur.

“Robert!” Eddie bent his head down and laughed, soaping the boy's hair into a little mohawk.

“He’s called a T Rex. Remember their science names?”

“Robert! Ahhh!” he slapped the toy out of Edie’s hand as he kept laughing. He was a bit biased but he thought his kid could be the funniest person to ever exist. He was aware that him having his DNA did make the chances of them having a similar sense of humor high but… he could make Eddie laugh harder than anyone else.

“So we’re choosing chaos over learning tonight.” Eddie nodded, accepting that his attempts to be a good dad who taught his kid things at every available opportunity were going to fall onto bubble covered ears tonight.

“Chay ossssss” he made a grumpy face, doing his attempts at a metal scream, having heard the word growled many times in Eddie’s music choices.

“Oh, it’s gonna be that kinda night, huh?” Eddie perked up. “You wanna sing Metallica?” He asked, soaked hands slapping out a beat on the side of the tub.

“BUM BUM BUM!” he banged his little head, mimicking his father.

“Sanitarium!” Eddie had never held back with his music and his little man. He seemed to love it.

“Leave me be!” he clapped.

“Sanitarium!”

“LEAVE ME ‘LONE!” his little chin jutted up as he declared it to the ceiling with the rage only a small child could deliver.

Sure Eddie’s parenting wasn’t exactly orthodox. But then again who in their right mind would’ve expected it to be?

After a very messy round of monsters in the tub, rubber toys are everywhere, and towels and washcloths are strewn and slapped to the plastic walls of the shower tub. Bubbles floated and faded, clumps in Eddie’s hair. He wrangled his son into his pajamas, reading him to sleep with Lord of the Rings, doing the voices, and living his DM memories in his performance. Soon he was sound asleep, worn out and content. Eddie dimmed the light, ruffling the dark soft curls that resembled his own before a kiss on his baby lotion-smelling cheek.

He came into the kitchen with a loud yawn, stretching before hitting the fridge for a beer.

“He had a good day today.” Wayne nodded, sitting at the kitchen table.

“Good.” Eddie sighed with a sip.

“How about my other baby? What day did he have?” Wayne smirked, sipping his mug of coffee.

“You’ll never guess who’s back in town.” Eddie shoved a fork full of leftover spaghetti in his mouth that Wayne had set out for him.

“Rude to leave me hangin’.”

“Remember that girl I used to run around with back in high school?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Seriously? You didn’t need any other information?” Eddie laughed, mouth full of spaghetti.

“No offense son, but you weren’t exactly surrounded by girls back then.”

“Harsh.” Eddie grinned. “But true.” he nodded. “She’s back in town.” he muffled out in bites.

“Her folks okay? I always liked ‘em I’d hate to hear something bad happened to ‘em.”

“That’s what I asked her.” Eddie smiled, being made more aware of Wayne’s influence on him every day since his son was born. “She said her family’s fine.”

“Oh, you talked to her?” Wayne said impressed.

“Walked right into the shop.” Eddie held out a hand in a surprised shrug.

“She married who? A teacher?”

“Professor of English.” Eddie rolled his eyes. “But!” Eddie’s eyes lit up in a way Wayne hadn’t seen in a long while. “She wasn’t wearing a wedding ring.”

“So you looked, huh?”

“I’m no homewrecker.” Wayne’s shoulder shook with a laugh at Eddie’s defensiveness.

“Since when?” he smirked.

“She didn’t say anything. Just said she moved back. But we swapped numbers and she wants to catch up.”

“Well, that couldn’t have gone any better for you could it?” Wayne said supportively. He’d always liked you. You were a bit wild, sure, but so was Edddie and he knew he was still a good kid.

“I mean it could have.” Eddie gave a little snicker and his cheeks turned a bit pink as Wayne snorted and threw a napkin at him.

“What’d she think of you? Business owner, two jobs, a kid. Big difference from when she knew you last.”

“She was surprised by the business. But that’s all I shared.”

“Ed…” Wayne chastised him.

“I know. I’ll tell her, obviously, I just didn’t wanna do that thing I do where I start talking and don’t stop. And next thing I know I’ve told her too much and she’s backing away.”

“Did she have any kids?”

“Don’t know. She didn’t say anything either. I don’t remember hearing that she did.” Eddie shrugged, shoveling the rest of the food into his mouth, bowl tilted up.

“Odd for a woman her age to not have a kid.” Wayne’s brow creased.

“C’mon Wayne. You’re more progressive than that.” Eddie grumbled.

“You know I’m all for people making their own choices, but she was married for a long time. Call me curious.”

“I’ll tell you everything when I talk to her.”

“When’s that gonna be?”

“When can you babysit again?” He smirked.

You were surprised but pleasantly that it took Eddie only two days to call you. You suppose he wasn’t lying about wanting to be friends again. Why wouldn’t he? You were thick as thieves in your teens. You got on like a house fire when you were together. You were hoping that you hadn’t changed so much that he’d find you boring now. You were still in the midst of figuring out who you actually were and how much beige you had unwillingly absorbed from your previous life path. Eddie was still spunky and lively with his alternative clothes and hair, free flow of swears as sentence enhancers without care behind it, and a heart that seemed to still be pinned to his sleeve. You envied that. You hoped it rubbed off on you.

You wore an outfit your ex-husband would hate out to the bar that evening. You’d been making a habit of doing things he hated. It was your new favorite pastime.

So it meant that much more when Edie greeted you with his full attention, pulling out a chair and giving you a charming smile that people took classes to learn how to do in the city. While he was naturally gifted and wholesome and genuine.

“Hopefully it’s okay for me to say this. If not- feel free to twist my ear- but you look really pretty tonight.” It was the wholesome version of what he was thinking. The maxi skirt was made out of some flimsy material that his fingertips itched to touch. It had some Asian-inspired dragons on the bottom, and a tank top matching the color of the trim of the skirt was paired with it. Some chunky sandals that made you almost as tall as him were hidden under the skirt. Little maroon-painted toes peeped out as you sat. He noticed they match your nails and lipstick. You hadn’t been so put together when you were younger. Jeans, the same beat-up sneakers, and a t-shirt were the rotation of choice. You never presented as particularly feminine, not like this anyway. He thought you looked great, but it made him wonder what else had changed.

“Thanks. I really liked this outfit.” Your smile was soft and sweet as you accepted his chivalry of pushing your chair in.

“The dragons are badass.” He gave an approving nod as he sat across from you.

“They’re really trendy right now.”

“Trendy?” He smirked.

“There’s currently an uptick of Asian-inspired ornamental detail right in teen fashion design. related to the rise in popularity of Japanese influence in youth counter-culture.” Eddie blinked a bit befuddled at the sentence that came out of your mouth. You could see it in his very readable face. You’d lost him. You wore the same look around your ex’s colleagues as they discussed the literature of old white men like it was written by God. you’d always been lost and you hated that you’d just done the same to Eddie. “Sorry.” You wrinkle your nose, frowning and Eddie leans in to give you an apologetic look. “We’re gonna be friends right?” Not the smoothest starting point but it’s what came out.

“Uhm. Yeah? I hoped so.” His eyes squinted, uncertain.

“Then I’ll start with being as transparent as possible with you.” You splayed your hands out on the tabletop. “I’m used to talking to people that demand that you constantly impress them with intelligence. It’s awful and I fucking hated it.” Eddie cracked a smile as he watched your face start to give over to emotion. “It’s a habit to say things in a way that’s unnecessary and academic sounding instead of talking like a normal person. I’m trying to break the habit. So sorry if I sound like I have my head up my ass when I talk sometimes.” Eddie was still for a moment, meeting your tired eyes before laughing.

“You did sound very smart.” He consoled you.

“Thank you. I hate sounding elitist. you don’t need to know how to cite references to be smart.”

“I don’t even know what that means.” He gave you a cheesy grin.

“Perfect. You’re exactly who I wanna talk to then.” You reached out to touch his hand before withdrawing it. “I should’ve said yes, dragons are badass. Having them on a skirt makes me feel cool.” You chuckled and tucked your hair behind your ear nervously.

“You still into that stuff? Fantasy? Dragons and Knights and Damsels?”

“I’ve always liked the aesthetic. I haven’t read much since I left here.”

“That’s a shame. You used to read all the time. I still do.”

“I started to hate it after I married someone who did nothing but read. And base their entire existence on it. Sucks all the fun out of it. He was very good at doing that with anything.”

“So… ex… husband then?” He boldly asked, motioning a finger to your naked ring finger.

“Very much ex. Excommunicated I wish.” You smiled. “Exterminated. Expelled. Ex…plodded.” You laughed.

“That what brought you back here?”

“Is it that obvious? I’m just some cliche of a woman now. Coming back home to find herself after leaving a bad man.” You put the back of your hand to your forehead playfully.

“Nothing wrong with leaving a bad relationship.”

“Thanks.” You say quietly. “So now you know I left my old life and moved back here. What’s your story?”

“I’ve been up to plenty.” He turned to laugh nervously. “You started with the biggest thing so-“ he grunted and shifted to pull his wallet out of his back pocket. “Here’s my biggest thing.” He pulled out a photo and handed it to you. It was a photo of Eddie holding a baby. “That’s my little Teddy bear.” He smiled proudly. Your hand shot out to grab his forearm.

“Ohmygod… you have a baby??” Your face lit up and relief washed over him in a chill. “Look at him! Babies usually look like little potatoes but he’s so fucking cute Eddie.” You whined, holding the photo in both hands as if you were cradling it.

“I know I’m biased but I think he’s the cutest baby to ever exist.” he took great pleasure in the fact that Teddy was part him. His sweet dimpled smile made that obvious.

“He could be. A front-runner for sure. He looks like he fell right out of your ass.” You laughed and touched the photo lightly. “I bet mom hates that, huh? All that work and he comes out looking just like you.”

You saw his demeanor shift, the brightness fading ever so slightly. You’d said something wrong.

“She’s not really uh-around.” His eyes wandered the tabletop for a moment.

“Oh sorry. My big mouth.” You wince and hand him back the photo.

“No, no. It’s just… I don’t ever talk about it since it’s a small town and everyone knows already. It’s a real fuckin buzzkill but it’s just facts and you shared with me so I’ll share with you.”

“You don’t have to if-“

“No, it’s fine. Me and Teddy are doing great now. She just uh- she had a heart defect that no one knew about and having Teddy well… it gave out on her.”

“Holy shit.” You let slip out on accident. “Sorry I don’t mean to be so crude about it I’m just surprised. I mean that’s… the worst.”

“We were together but not like-“ his nose twitched and he got the feeling he was about to overshare.

“I’ll answer any question you have if you want. But you don’t have to share with me unless you want to.” It was a heartfelt offer he appreciated.

“I do. We wanted to catch up so this is getting you up to speed.” He shrugged. “It’s been years ago now. Teddy wasn’t planned, we weren’t together when she got pregnant. But she wanted a baby and you know me, I wasn’t going to not be there for the kid after the upbringing I had so I did the right thing and proposed but she didn’t want to get married until after the baby but… yeah. So it could be a lot worse I guess? Is that bad to say? Sorry, it’s been a while since I’ve talked about it. “He shook his head and laughed awkwardly. “Teddy’s none the wiser. I named him Theodore because that’s what she wanted to name him. So Theodore is his middle name and I went with what I wanted, which was Ronald. Well, I wanted Ronnie but Wayne wouldn’t have me naming the kid a nickname. So his official name is Ronald Theodore Munson. But Teddy ended up being what stuck. He’s an affectionate little guy. Also a lot of hair like his parents.” he added with a sad chuckle.”He’ll probably get tired of it when he grows up and go by Ronnie, I figure.” You were gazing at him with a soft smile, seeing him talk about his kid.

“Eddie and Teddy. It’s too cute.” You sighed out, a short-lived giggle making Eddie’s cheeks flush for some reason. “Please tell me you named him Ronnie after THE Ronnie James Dio.”

“Yeah.” He admitted and looked away before you burst out laughing and reaching out again for his arm. He really liked that you touched him so much. It made him feel a weird hopefulness that didn’t exactly have a target goal he was willing to admit yet.

“God that’s perfect. I love that. No sarcasm. It’s fantastic. A+ name choice. Highly approve.” You gave him a small clap. “I think you should name your kids something fun and interesting. I love that you did that.”

“You have any kids?”

“Nope.” You shook your head. “I never tried. Never wanted to with Chris.”

“So that’s the wet blankets name.” He smirked.

“Yes, it is. And a perfect description.” You commended him. “He’d be a terrible dad. I didn’t want a kid that looked like or acted like him.”

“If you don’t mind me asking. If you hated this guy so much why’d you marry him in the first place?” You gave him an out-of-place smile, grateful for real questions.

“Honestly? He was safe.” You shrug and sigh. “He had a plan and was smart and good with money. Well connected, good family, all that horse shit.” Your eyes shot to Eddie as he let out a chuckle. “I partied my first year and almost flunked out, realized I had to actually try to do well in college. I was having your standard identity crisis and met him. He seemed like he had his shit together. So I hitched myself to that wagon and rode it all the way to a degree and a life I didn’t really want.”

“So that’s why you never came back.”

“Yeah. I was being indoctrinated by WASP’s.” You grumbled. “Made me hate this place and look down on it. Which isn’t right at all. This place is more real than anything they have in their gated communities.”

“So money really can’t buy you happiness?” He lightened the conversation.

“Turns out it’s true. But man it helps.” You laughed. “I was able to deny how unhappy I was for years because of money. But it only lasted so long.”

“What made you finally leave?”

“It wasn’t really one thing that did it. It’s whatever the last straw happened to be. And… it’s stupid.” You looked down and huffed out a laugh.

“It’s you, I know it’s not stupid.” The earnestness in his words made you look away for a moment before a nervous smile appeared.

“He made fun of a book I bought.” you admitted with a monotone delivery.

“Not normally grounds for divorce but a dick move.” A playful judgment was in his nod as he side eyed you. “So he made fun of it but what was the actual reason?”

“You’re still perceptive.” You give him the same smirk.

“A blessing and a curse.” He put a hand to his chest.

“It was one of those cheesy romance novels. A bodice ripper. The guy with the long hair in the wind on the cover and his shirts half open and the woman has fainted in his arms and they’re on a mountain top or some shit.” Eddie laughed and nodded. “I wanted something to enjoy. Have a good time reading it and maybe get a little thrill or something in the meantime. And so we’re in bed and he’s got his notebook and whatever he’s reading and he notices I have a book, which was different and he asks me what it is and I tell him and he does this little face I hate where he’s pretending to be interested like he’s in a fucking infomercial all ‘hmmm interesting yes’” You rub your chin and nod exaggeratedly and it makes Eddie laugh. “Who’s the author? He asked, I tell him. What else have they written? I don’t know. ‘You picked up a random book and bought it?’ Yeah, it looked fun. And he LAUGHS. And this man doesn’t laugh. He asks if any of their work would’ve had articles written about it by his peers and I just snapped.”

“He was doing that shit on purpose.” Eddie poked a finger at the worn tabletop.

“Thank you!” You slapped the table.“He’s got all these stupid questions and I just wanted to hit him over the head with the book. The next morning I went to my lawyer.”

“You work fast.” Eddie sputtered out, surprised.

“I realized that was going to be every interaction for the rest of my life with him when I showed interest in something that wasn’t up to his standard. And I fucking had it. I was done.”

“Good for you.” He says back and raised a hand to the bartender. “I’m buying you a drink on behalf of real readers everywhere.”

“Thanks.” You smile and settle into your seat, calming yourself back down. The wound was still very fresh.

“The fact that you said you went to your lawyer has thrown me for a fuckin loop though.” He grinned. “Never thought I’d hear something like that coming from you. Unless it was for a DUI or something.” He teased.

“When you make money you realize the work that goes into keeping it and turning it into more money and that means lawyers and banks and reps and accountants and specialists and brokers and-“ you groan.

“What the hell kind of work did you do?”

“White collar business. Numbers. Money.” You nod. “The only good thing that came from that relationship was I learned how rich people use their money and I protected myself. Everything was kept separate and since he only had a part-time professor gig since he was on a never-ending quest for more degrees his folks paid some of the bills.”

“Oh god, a trust fund baby? Really?” He cringed. “You knew better than that.”

“I know I know.” You roll your eyes. “But you also understand how scary the world is when you don’t have money. And just a taste was enough to make me sell out. I’m not proud of it. But I’m proud of where I am now.” You sat up straighter. “In a small studio apartment in my hometown. Unemployed, single, and totally fucking winging it.”

Two long necks appear at the table and he raises a toast.

“Here’s to totally fucking winging it.” You happily clinked your bottles together. “Ever since Teddy came earth side and my tentative plans went all to hell with becoming a dad I feel like totally winging it is an understatement.” He sighs. “I worked at the record store forever then suddenly I owned it. I’ve got a loan and very little business knowledge and a new baby and I’m a future spouse short on support and income. And now I’m working days at the body shop in town and holding my breath.”

“I’m not gonna lie that’s a lot.” you gave him a sympathetic pout. “For anyone. Do you need like- help or anything? I mean I did help people run businesses in a past life.”

“Honey, you do not deserve to be dragged into my bullshit circus of a life.” the way he spoke reminded you so much of Wayne.

“Maybe I wanna be?” You shrugged and let the offer hang in the air. “I mean I don’t have a job, you’d be doing me a favor. I can look over your stuff and give you some advice and if you like it you can put me on retainer.”

“I don’t think I could afford you.” He smirked at the underlying double meaning to which your snorted at.

“Friends and family discount.” You nodded. “Or I can just… I don’t know… you need someone to watch Teddy?”

“You’d do that?” He seemed genuinely surprised and it shocked you.

“Yeah. Childcare is ridiculously expensive. I could cut a day or two off a week for you. Use him for ransom so you have to hang with me again?”

His face lit up and he wiped his smiling mouth with the back of his hand after taking another drink.

“Or just ask like a normal person.” He snorted.

“Sounds boring.” You muttered before taking a sip and sending him into another laugh.

“You sure you wanna get mixed up with me? You just got back, you’re dealing with your own stuff I don’t wanna add to it.” He offered you a chance to withdraw. You weren’t interested.

“I’ll come clean, Eddie.” You began and took a deep breath after a deeper swig of beer. “Coming back here, I had a few hopes. And being able to reconnect with you was one of those to be perfectly honest. It’s this new thing I’m trying.” He gave you a crooked smile, a dimple deepening in his cheek that lured your gaze to it. “And the fact that you’re willing and want anything to do with me after I left is more than I could hope for. I came back here to be around real people with real lives. I would love to help you with your business too. I’ll do it for free, I don’t give a shit. Because you’re a real person with consequences for your actions. Not some numbered entity of an LLC bought off a drunk golf game bet.” You took a deep breath and saw his face warm and open, shoulders a little slouched. “So short version- yes. I want to be involved in your bullshit.“

“Good.” A simple answer with a complicated proposition. “I want to be involved with your bullshit too.”

You’d been to six different businesses today. Your feet were tired, having not been accustomed to being in heels all day for months. Your suit felt stiff despite how much you knew the fabric cost. You’d found a few leads but mostly the role of bookkeeper was locked down by someone who should’ve already retired. Change was vital to business survival and these people didn’t seem to care if their taxes had been done the same way for the last 20 years. Small towns, man.

A whistle breaks your grumpy demeanor you weren’t trying to hide anymore since exiting the back office of the noisy Chuck E. Cheese. You blinked, head snapping to the sound of sucking teeth before seeing the playful lit up face of Eddie as the source.

“Sorry sugar, thought you were someone else. You’re clearly a business lady, my mistake.” he wheezed and coughed with his laugh, splayed out in a red vinyl chair among the scattered groupings of parents and kids.

“Fuck off.” you laughed, hissing it at him quietly to not become the witch in a witch hunt the barking of the word fuck in a place like Chuck E. Cheese would surely start. He pulls out the empty chair next to him and slaps the cushion.

“Take a load off fancy business pants.” he grinned deep, smile lines siking farther into his face than they used to. “Your feet have got to be killing you in those shoes. Christ, woman. What are you wearing those torture devices for?”

“Old habit.” you groan, wrinkling your nose as you plop down, crossing your leg over your knee toward him.

“Why are you in a kid’s pizza place in a suit?”

“Been going around cold calling about work today.”

“Old school.” he nodded in approval. “Any luck?”

“Some bites. Nothing concrete. Franchises like this have to get everything approved by corporate before they can even move around where the napkin holders are let alone hire someone.”

“Sounds like a ring of hell to me.” he muttered, leaning in toward you, his face facing the play area.

“Are you here with Teddy or out hunting for single moms?” you snort.

“I can do both.” he laughed, your chests moving the jabs at each other. “I was actually out hoping to bag a lady who can make me look even more like a deadbeat dad than I already do by simply sitting next to me.” he looked you up and down to sell the joke before you understood he was talking about you. “You look like you’re here to supervise a custody visit, man. What is this?” he tugged at the collar of your suit jacket.

“It’s call professionalism.” you sat up and wobbled your head. “But it is overkill in Hawkins.” you sighed and took off the suit jacket, hanging it and your purse on the back of the chair. “I look like I gather “protection” money.” you go ahead and roast yourself. “Do I look less like a narc?” you ask, fluffing your hair and in a button-up shirt with no stuffy jacket with a single button undone. “That better?” you slouched back into the chair, hands crossed on your stomach.

“Depends on the connotations of what you’re applying the word better to.” He didn’t look at you when he said it but the smirk was audible in his voice. Your head is noticeably tilted as you lean in toward him, shifting in the seat.

“You’re gonna give me war flashbacks to fundraising dinners talking like that.” you chuckled, looking out to the smattering of kids, seeing if you could pick out which was his. There wasn’t one screaming or chewing through the ropes so that theory was out. “Although they weren’t nearly as flirty as you, you scamp.” you snorted and watch his grin beam across his stubbled face.

“My main outlet for flirting is with women at the shop,” he admitted, turning his head back toward you. “And don’t get me wrong, it’s fun. A bit awkward with how heavy they’re willing to lay it on, man. You’d be shocked at the people that have offered to pay in other ways.” he wiggled his brows.

“You get rid of me and suddenly you’re swimming in p-” you stop yourself and look around with wide eyes, remembering where you are as Eddie cackles loudly and slaps your leg. “I’m not used to being around family-friendly environments.” you purposely wince and watch his laugh take over his entire demeanor. People turned to look at him but he still didn’t care. It was comforting to know that hadn’t changed.

“I’m no pro at it myself. Don’t worry. When we’re not in public you won’t have to hold your tongue so much. The first time Teddy swore I almost hyperventilated I laughed so hard.”

“Speaking of, where is he? Can I meet him?” Eddie turned to find your eyes bright, brows high and hopeful. “Or maybe not. Is that too soon? I should ask permission first, right? I don’t know how kids work, sorry.” Again, that now deep, gravelly laugh gritted out, the years of cigarettes still in his throat as he pat and rubbed your shoulder.

“You remind me of me when I first got him home. What do I do with this thing?” he mimicked fear and holding a baby awkwardly. “He needs to take a break and get a drink anyway.” he sat up, cracking his back and groaning. “Teddy Monster?” He shouted hands clasped to his mouth, startling the other restaurantgoers.

A small screechy roar is heard, a section of ball pit busting up into the air and a curly mop-haired little cherub-faced cutie pie flopped over the barrier with a cackle much like his dad’s. He rolled out onto the foam playmat-covered floor and stumbled a bit before finding his footing and booking it toward Eddie who was running at him full speed, hunched over, hands clawed both growling at each other. He yanked him up as he lept at him fearlessly, tossing him in the air, before pretending to eat his stomach, holding him sideways, raspberrying his tummy before so easily tossing him into one arm and plopping him down on his knee at the table.

You took in the funniest little gasp of air when you realized you hadn’t breathed the entire time you’d watched him. Gulping and regaining your senses, shocked at yourself. Your eyes dilated at the sight of Eddie with his kid. Oh god, your inner voice groaned. Was the biological clock thing actually real? Was this what that was? Did you just ovulate at the sight of your high school crush simply playing with his kid? Should you be ashamed? Because you sure didn’t feel ashamed.

“Get a drink, bud.” Eddie brought the plastic cup to Teddys grabbing hands. “You having fun?” he kissed his impossibly soft curls, slightly damp from sweat.

“Mnfg- yuh- mmffpptt” he spluttered trying to answer and gulp at the same time, he gained a chuckle from you and both the dark-eyed boys turned to look at you in unison.

“Hi!” he said with a wet face and a smile that looked so much like his father's it made your chest hurt.

“This is Daddy’s friend.” Eddie put his hand on your shoulder as he introduced you.

“Hi Miss.” he nodded and waved with one hand, the other still grasping the cup Eddie was balancing for him.

“He calls all the ladies at the daycare Miss.” Eddie explained.

“So polite.” You couldn’t help how you cooed at him. Eddie noticed. “I’m excited to meet you Teddy. Maybe me and you can be friends like me and your daddy are?” With wide eyes, he nodded in agreement.

“He’s super friendly. Never met a stranger. Didn’t get it from me.”

“Dad.” He gasped, raising his t-shirt to wipe his face. A habit he surely picked up from Eddie. “Can she play?”

“Ask her.” He chuckled, smoothing down his waves.

“Wanna play?” He perked up, leaning to put his hands on your knee.

“I absolutely do!” You couldn’t figure out how Eddie ever said no to that face. You reached down to slip off your shoes and a smile Eddie purposely held back on started to grow. “You like the ball pit? It’s my favorite.”

“Me too!” He clapped his hand together and started wriggling out of Eddie’s hold. You pulled your hair back again and gave Eddie a nod. “I’m gonna hurt myself so don’t make fun of me.” You said quietly before standing.

“I’d never.” He put his hand to his chest defensively.

“Come ON!” Teddy’s squatted form growls like a professional metal frontman as he stood waiting for you to catch up.

Eddie sat back, leg bent over his other, hands laced together to fit behind his head. He watched you get tugged mercilessly by his son into the ball pit in a suit that probably cost so much Teddy couldn’t even fathom a number that high yet. You looked expensive but it was clear you were priceless. You slid headfirst into the concerningly sticky ball pit. You were caught up in the cutest kid you’d ever seems energy and found yourself forgetting you hadn’t played in 20-something years and you’d be feeling the ache tomorrow. Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off you, getting jumped on by Teddy, mashed into the pit, and pelted and screamed at. Other kids joined in, happy an adult was getting on their level. Eddie was known to crawl around the tubes on the play area from time to time but got dirty looks from the other parents. Aware that his own reputation now affected someone besides himself he’d pulled back on the public displays of feral behavior.

As he watched he let himself hope for a moment. Seeing a best-case scenario play out in front of him, his worries that you’d be averted in some way from him because he had a kid we’re floating away, replaced with a shameful optimism it could be a pro instead of a con. He’d be a blatant liar to himself if he tried to say as soon as he saw you walk into his shop the thought of being with you again hasn’t popped into his head. However, sex at 17 is a lot less complicated than sex in your 30s, at least for him. Eddie had big feelings. Especially when It came to you. He had a kid and jobs and a life he’d worked so hard to create that bringing someone in without immense forethought wasn’t something he was willing to do. Sure he’d banged his way through some women in Hawkins to pass the time but he had no intentions of being with you physically unless that also came with the emotions attached. There was no you for him without emotion attached. And watching you with the most important piece of his life, slotting into their dynamic with ease made him let out a deep sigh. With the worry of you approving of being in his life in any capacity in relation to Teddy aside. It let the gates open for many other far deeper running concerns.

You had a good run, laughing as you hopped out of the ball pit and stumbled falling flat on your ass, the kids all pointing and laughing. A very sweet little girl came over to help you up but you were also too busy laughing at the situation. Your cheeks hurt from smiling, your knees ached from crawling along the bottom of the pit after a very rambunctious Teddy who really seemed to like hiding and popping out at you as you stalked him through the large rectangle space. Your muscle was awake with freshly pumped blood, cheeks rosy, and hair a mess, half out of its scrunchie as you tugged the rest out before dramatically collapsing into the chair next to Eddie.

“How?” You panted out, still smiling.

“How what?”

“Two things.” You hold up your fingers and steal a drink from his cup. “One, you must be in incredible shape to play with him like that. That’s crazy. And two-“ you took another drink, finishing it off and meeting Eddie’s brightly amused face. “We need to isolate what gives them that level of energy and sell it.”

“Ain’t that the truth.” Eddie chuckled, half muttered and reminding you of his uncle. “A real answer, I don’t keep up.” He admitted willingly. “A true but more boastful answer is work keeps me in better shape than I’d be in otherwise. So that helps. And he slowly got bigger so it’s not like I could throw him around overnight. I’m figuring out what that dad strength people talk about is.”

“Man I’d like some of that if it made my arms look like that.” You blurted out the specific compliment without much thought, happy on endorphins from exercise. You and Eddie were always playful and flirty but you didn’t know where the line was between you now. Or where the line even was within yourself. Did you want to flirt with him? I mean really purposely flirt with bitten lips and side eyes and hushed tones? Because there were levels to this now. It wasn’t heh I like your Metallica shirt let’s make out in the back of your van about it anymore. You kinda wish it was though. Man, you had some good times in the back of his van.

“Oh you bought a ticket I see.” He said with no notion he was joking, rolling up one of his sleeves.

“What?” You blurted out with no flirt to be found in your scrunched face.

“To the gun show?” He asked as if you were stupid as he flexed and you groaned and threw your head back. You were split between two moments in time for a second. You were two obnoxious teens in the diner being loud and completely oblivious that anyone else was around again. He cackled and you slugged his defined arm. More tattoos than you left him with covered the planes that shifted as he ran his hand through his still unruly waves. You felt young again. There were more seen and unseen scars now, permanent tiredness under your eyes, more wrinkles, and less graceful bodies but something felt youthful about being around him. And Teddy now. There was some addictive spark they lit in you. They were the sort of people your ex and his lot would’ve mercilessly insulted and looked down on. And they were exactly the sort of people who seemed to be able to remind you that yes, you could feel happy and have fun. You weren’t broken. There was nothing wrong with you. You simply hadn’t been in the right place with the right people. And now- somehow in Hawkins- a place you’d been so dead set on leaving forever turned out to be that place. Maybe it wasn’t so much the where but the who.

“I can’t even insult you now by saying you tell dad jokes. Any joke you tell is a dad joke now!”

“Oh no she’s figured out my superpower!” He laughed and raised his hands like a cartoon villain.

“Oh no! He’s too powerful!” You coward back in your chair with raised hands as if to block a magic spell cast. He shoved your thigh and almost made you fall out of the chair which only made you laugh harder together. it felt right. You both knew it. It was almost malleable in the air between you as you sighed and wheezed coming down from the interaction. You were so caught up in the moment, cheeks flush and boldly gazing at each other, wondering which questionable thing to say aloud next you didn’t even see Teddy also noticing the chemistry.

“Is she your best friend?” Teddy asked with a tilted head, as calm as you’d ever seen him gazing up at your dad in a similar way that you were. “Cause me ‘n Wes. We do that.” Such an astute observation for the little man. He was observant and clever just like his dad.

“I’m not your best friend?” Eddie pouted and reached down to bring him into his lap.

“Duh.” His little eyes rolled and you held in a snort at the display of attitude. “At daycare dad!”

“Oh of course.” Eddie relented to his miniatures putting him in his place. “You’re my best friend, Ted, you know that.” He kissed his cheek and the kid pushed him away, making you grin.

“More than one bes friend.” He held his dad's stubble-covered cheeks and spoke to him as if explaining something to well… a child.

“You can have more than one best friend?” Eddie raised his brows.

“Yes!” Teddy said annoyed. “Tell dad.” he looked over at you with his demands and you wanted to do whatever he asked.

“You can have more than one best friend.” You gave him the same attitude his son was and he chuckled, his cheeks mushed by tiny hands.

“No!” A slap to his thighs. “Tell dad you’re bes friends!”

“Oh sh-nap.” You muttered in surprise. “You’re my best friend Eddie.” You said with no hesitation. And honestly… it was the truth.

“You’re my best friend too.” You held eye contact for a moment before Teddy moved his dad's face back to face him.

“Good job!” He pat his cheek and you wanted to puke it was so cute. “Love you!” He chirped and planted a kiss on his face.

“Love you too.” You knew I’d you could feel the truth in his words that Teddy could too. “Are you about ready to go?”

“Aw, man.” He slouched and pouted and you swear it sounded just like Eddie used to.

“We don’t have to go yet. Do you need to go potty or want more pizza?”

“No.” He shook his head hard. “Gonna play.” He stuck his little Tongue out in concentration as he dismounted Eddie’s long legs and went back at it.

“Have fun.” Eddie shrugged as he was left without so much as a second glance. “He’s getting so good at talking now it blows my mind. He’s so smart.”

“Of course he is.” Your tone clearly told him to not say what he was about to. “I’ve heard reading to them helps a lot. And I’d bet you do plenty of that.”

“Yeah.” A closed-mouth smile grew from his pride. “Almost every night.”

“He’s yours of course he’s going to be the smartest little gremlin. He looks just like you, he might as well act that way too.”

“He acts like Wayne sometimes and it’s hilarious. Old man stuck in a baby’s body.”

“You act like Wayne sometimes too.”

“Shit, don’t I know it. More now than ever.”

“I’d you’re gonna act like someone he is definitely one of the better choices.” Eddie nodded in agreement. “How is he by the way?”

“Still kickin’. He retired. He’s still in the park, not far from us. He watches him a lot. Too much. He’s taking away all his retirement but he insists it’s better he watch him than leave him at daycare.”

“Grandpa Wayne.” You smiled contently and watched the kids for a moment. “He’s always had papaw energy.”

“He oozes papaw energy.” Eddie chuckled.

“The offers still open to watch your hellspawn by the way.” You smirked. “Give Wayne a much-deserved day off from time to time. I could pick him up if driving him over is out of the way. I’d like to see Wayne actually.”

“He’d love to see you.” Eddie gave you a soft smile.

“Really?”

“He asked me 50 questions when I told him you were back.” He paused and glanced away for a moment. “He always liked you, you know.”

“I always liked him.” You added supportively. “I got you out of your room and out of his hair of course he liked me.”

“We spent plenty of time in my room when he wasn’t home.” It almost came out as a murmur, he didn’t dedicate himself to letting the small reminder of your past put into the current timeline. He’d toed past the line of friendly Flirting and had brought a slice of nostalgia into the conversation that hadn’t been breached yet. It had to happen eventually. You couldn’t act like you hadn’t spent a chunk of your time inside each other in the past. But saying hey remember how we used to fuck had seemed a bit heavy-handed.

He watched you huff out a laugh, almost embarrassed as you looked down and smiled, mouth opening and closing to figure out your response. Weighing what was appropriate and what would be best for two old friends with heavy lore.

“Yeah.” Your lips twitch and you let out a giggle he’s never heard before. You missed how soft his face got when he watched you hide your face. “Yes, we did.” A slight blush filled your cheeks as you smiled.

“Do you remember… back then?” His voice was quiet, soft as if tip towing around it might make it feel less in your chest. He held his arms crossed over his front like it might shield him from the consequences of his question.

“I do.” Your voice also fell to an almost whisper, unlike you both to be subtle or timid with one another. A smile that tightened your lips, almost a purse appeared, eyes still not meeting his that was far too forward for you to meet just yet. “Do you?” you asked with a jutted-out chin. You weren’t really trying to hide the way his stare made you uncomfortable. You were too busy trying to analyze why it was. His soft laugh answered you before he did with his words. Oh yeah. He remembered.

“Oh! Hey!” you heard feet head your way and were startled. Eddie cleared his throat and shifted in his chair, the tension of the moment broken. “What was your last name again? They couldn’t find you in the database?”

“Oh right.” You said to the person you’d spoken with in the office. “Recently divorced. Might not be updated yet.” You explained and handed them two business cards. “Here’s both versions.” Eddie side eyed the worker, unnoticed a bit miffed she’d brought up your ex. Way to totally kill the mood.

“Thanks! You’ll hear from me soon.” They said rather convincingly.

“Let me see one of those.” He asked with a nod and a wiggle of his fingers.

“You want one?” You gave him a kind smile and handed him a lovely embossed rectangle. He smiled softly, crow's feet deepening at the edges of his eyes, just visible past the fluff of waves.

“It’s got your name on it.”

“No shit. It’s a business card.” You whispered and he snorted out a laugh.

“I mean your real name.” He said with conviction. “You changed it fast.”

“Not legally yet but I wanted to separate myself from his name as fast as possible.”

“I like this version better.” He said with a nod, flicking the card. “I’d hire this lady, I wouldn’t hire the other.”

“Does that mean I’m gonna get all up in your books?” You grin and nudge his foot with yours, still bare.

“Do you have to put it that way?” He snorted out a laugh.

“Yes! I get unrestricted access to Eddie Munson.” You pinched his knee and he kicked you in response. “I’ll need bank statements and your monthly, and yearly records as far back as you’ve got them and your tax returns.” He could see the excitement in your eyes.

“I take it back you’re way too into this.” He pushed your chair away with his boot and you scoot it back again with a playful back and forth.

“I’m in my element, man. And I’m dealing with you, not some rich asshole!” You both giggled as you quickly lowered your voice and hunched over from the looks thrown your way.

“We aren’t meeting here next time you’re gonna get me banned from Charles Pizzaria. Fine Italian Dining.” He pinched his fingers together and did a horrifying attempt at an Italian accent.

“God you still suck at that.”

“You suck.” He bit back and kicked your chair. Another flicker of a time jump, both snorting and laughing in his van, high as hell, shoving each other with insults thrown that never had any malicious intention.

“You wish.” Your 17-year-old self came out of the woodwork. You’d said it so many times in response to his poorly thought-out jab. It’s always ended in more shoves, which led to rolling around and wrestling which led to Eddie on top of you which led to a cocky remark which led to… you could guess. Your ears ran hot at the memory. “I guess I shouldn’t say that to someone I’m working for.” You let yourself snort and shake with a laugh.

“Extremely unprofessional.” He tsked.

“You gonna leave me a bad review?”

“Horrible.” he smirked.

“Can I earn a good review or have I ruined my chances?”

“Make me a millionaire and I’ll consider it.”

“I mean I know a guy. Recently divorced. Millionaire family. He would suck Hemmingway’s dick for SURE so I mean you might stand a chance.” you both sputter out a laugh.

“Oh, tell me more.” Eddie crossed his legs and put his hand to his chin.

“He only has three topics of conversation, you know, like a pull-string doll. He’s only had sex in two positions so you know - consistency right? And he does whatever his parents tell him to!”

“Who would leave a catch like that?” Eddie wiped the beginnings of a tear from his eye.

“Some dumb bitch.” you leaned in and whispered, sending you into another shared laugh.

“I don’t know I think she’s really smart. Whoever she is. Especially for leaving him.” his eyes were sincere, but the smile still weighed heavily on the spectrum of giving you shit about marrying such a douche.

“She’s made a handful of good decisions in her life.” you nodded, a more thoughtful smile falling into place. “More as of late. Maybe she’s getting less dumb.” you shrugged.

“I don’t know.” he shared the same subtle shoulder movement. “I think she made a few good decisions in the past.” A lump in your throat grew and you quickly swallowed it down.

“Yeah?” you tucked your hair behind your ear and felt so hopelessly obvious. “Maybe…one… or two.” Your words sunk to nearly a mumble. You looked the same to him in these fleeting moments he got under your skin, in your head. He knew it was selfish to want to hear it from you that you remembered who you two used to be. Especially so soon. But the memories were still so strongly imprinted on him that he had to know if you’d thought of him as often as he’d thought of you over the years.

“That’s a short list. Must’ve been something really important.” he leaned in so subtly, slowly, smoothly. His elbows to his knees, long fingers, still in rings just like he was still 17, laced together. You stuttered like a fool under his gaze. His eyes were even prettier than you’d recalled. Molten chocolate, honey, and caramel. Just as sinfully tempting and potentially bad for you as the sweets. Your lashes felt heavy and obvious as you slowly blinked, licking your lips, finding yourself as short on words now as you ever had been when he directed his attention solely on you.

As children always have, Teddy decides that now is the best time to get his foot caught in a rope net, interrupting the precious moment. A squawk and scream, unsure if it was pain or amusement carried across the brightly colored space.

“Oh, Jesus Christ.” Eddie muttered as you both bolted toward the little monkey hanging upside down.

The brief scare had triggered his neediness, refusing to be looked at or held by anyone but his dad after he slipped his ankle out of the soft braided thread. Eddie prayed no one cared that Teddy was attached to his front as he drove home. A little snore and blub from time to time as Eddie kept his large hand on the child’s back, rubbing it soothingly as he drove.

“C’mon Teddy Bear.” a name he used when he was feeling particularly soft for the wild little creature he’d helped create. A small grunt of disapproval was released as he was lifted and brought into the dark house. Eddie didn’t bother turning on the overhead light, a lamp would suffice. “You wanna wake up? Get ready for bed? We could do a bubble bath? You want a story?” he offered things to the smushed face with barely open eyes adamantly shaking his head, refusing to lift his head from Eddie’s chest. “You want daddy to hold you and you sleep on me?”

“Yeah.” the first nod of the nap. With a resigned sigh Eddie managed to kick his boots off and get his jeans on the floor, left in unevenly slouched socks, boxers, and a t-shirt. He switched on the radio, a quit afterthought as he took Teddy’s ensemble off piece by piece, having purposely chosen every piece. With a new set of matching jammies, a dinosaur print that he’d nearly had a meltdown over when he saw them in the store. Eddie set his notebook and the book he was currently reading on the nightstand. He sank into the small bed, propping himself up with the pillows, setting an alarm on the clock radio just in case. Teddy still clutched to his chest, already back asleep. A lazy hand pat to the beat of a fading song on his butt, the other with Eddie’s fingers in his mop of curls, mouth, and nose nestled into the nest and taking a deep inhale. His eyes looked out the window, the sky was navy, a calm sky, and a slight sway to his shoulders, not purposely, as he rocked Teddy back and forth.

“And next we have a hit from the year 1984. She just came out with another album but this one from her 1983 release of She’s So Unusual is still one of her biggest hits. This one brings back some great memories for me, maybe it will to other listeners out there tonight. Here’s Cyndi Lauper with, Time and Time.” the typical radio announcer's voice echoed in the small room with the slightly crooked wallpaper Eddie had hung himself. He let out a sigh, not needing to hide it from anyone, the back of his head against the headboard covered in stickers and markers. The year 1984 haunted him for plenty of reasons. The first time he failed senior year. The main one on his mind tonight was that it was the year you’d left Hawkins. You’d said you’d hated the school dance fodder songs as much as he did. Which couldn’t have been true because neither of you actually did. He thought Cyndi Lauper was weird and hot. Much like you were. The song was catchy, heartfelt, and now a nostalgia bomb of memories. You in a second-hand prom dress, dancing with him. You both swore you hated it. Again. Not true. The way you’d looked at each other was proof of that. The way you’d scrapped together enough money for a dress was even more proof. You were just as soft and terrified as he was. A smile crosses his face, feeling a warmth in his chest at the thought of the full-cheeked and big-haired you in your youth. Flashes of smiles, of fights, and long nights running away from your lives together. The memories had kept him company often through the years. He’d thought about you a lot. Wondering if you were okay. If you’d felt the same way he had. He’d go back and kick his own ass for not telling you how he felt before you left if he could. But those thoughts, that anger was pointless now. Learning to live with the choices you make when you didn’t know any better was something Eddie had to quickly learn to accept. His smile deepened at the prospect of knowing you now. Of getting that second chance of closure. It was a messy can of worms to want to open. Sometimes memories were viewed with rose-colored glasses and weren’t as they truly were at the time. But bless Eddie’s soft heart he couldn’t help himself. He’d never been one for making smart decisions.

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Eddie on stage

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Modern!Eddie

Eddie backstage

Young Rockstar!Eddie

Eddie with his cute hat

Eddie skipping class

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Show Me Pt.2 | Older!Neighbour!Eddie X Reader

Summary: Eddie finds your little treasure chest and decides to have some fun with you.

Cw: established relationship, age gap, use of sex toys on reader, oral, p in v, breeding kink? (Reader is on birth control but not disclosed in fic), creampie, dirty talk, daddy kink, pussy slapping, orgasm denial, anal play, possessive Eddie, soft!Dom Eddie x f!sub reader.

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“Sunshine, can you come up here?” your boyfriend calls out from your loft.

He had run up to take a shower not too long ago after coming home from a long day at the shop. He won’t admit it but he much prefers your sweet smelling expensive soaps and lotions to his off brand 2 in 1.

“What is it baby?” You ask as you walk up the stairs to see your boyfriend clad in a low hanging towel, reminding you of the first time you had met him six months ago. His wet happy trail lead to that delicious bulge he is packing.

He was standing in front of your bed like he was trying to hide something with his wide frame.

“I don’t know you tell me?” He shrugged.

You could tell he was up to something. You give him a pointed look before he continues.

“I thought we were good, Sugar? I thought that we had trust? but now I don’t know who you are anymore?”

“Eddie, baby what are you talking about?” Now you were worried. What did he think you did?

“We have such a strong relationship, and you think you could hide this from me?” He steps to the side, revealing what is on your bed.

Your eyes widen as your multiple vibrators, dildos, and other play toys are splayed across the floral duvet.

“Eddie!” You rush over, trying to cover them up, mildly embarrassed. Eddie was the only one you’d been with; you didn’t want to scare him away with your collection.

Eddie stops you before you can do anything.

“Nuh-uh, I don’t think so, missy; you can’t just pretend that you have all these tools and not think I’m not going to play, do you?”

A wave of arousal washed over your core at his words. Eddie using your toys on you? That’s something you never dreamed of. However, it’s your most desired need right now.

“I-I-“

“Now, you’ve been a naughty girl, keeping this from me.”

“No! I’ve been so good!” You counter back, only knowing it would rile Eddie up even more, and you could feel his stiffening cock on your thigh.

“I think we should start off slow… tease you until you’re begging for it. How’s that sound?” Eddie’s hot breath fanned across your ear and neck, sending a shiver up your spine.

“Oh-okay,” you stuttered.

“Good girl,” he tapped your ass before telling you to strip.

Your clothes came off instantly, and Eddie’s towel had been hung up on the bathroom door to dry.

His half-hard cock bounced as he walked over to the bed before picking up a small pink vibrator, one of your favourites, and sat down in the middle of the bed up against the pillows. He patted his thick, hairy thigh as he instructed you to come sit between his legs. You crawled up to him before turning around, resting your back against him, and letting your head fall on his shoulder.

“Lean back and open your legs for me, Sugar, yea that’s it.” His rough, thick hands explored your inner thighs as he made sure you were sitting and as widely spread as possible.

He kissed the side of your neck as his hands travelled up and across your stomach, around to your breasts, making sure to pinch your nipples as his mouth explored your delicate skin.

He let his hands roam your soft body a little bit more before picking up the vibrator and turning it on.

A low buzzing filled the silent room before you let out a breathy moan as Eddie gently teased you. He let the little silicone toy glide across your arms, down your cleavage all the way past your belly button to your little thatch of hair that covered your mound, then back up again. You quivered as the vibrator tickled your nipples.

“More please.” Your hand gripped Eddie’s wrist.

“Not yet.” He mumbled in your ear.

“Please”

“No, Princess. You have been naughty. This is your punishment.”

“I’m sorry,” you pleaded. You would do anything for him, your touch, your already-soaked pussy. You could feel your slick, cool against the air of the room, but he kept building up the anticipation of finally touching you where you wanted it most.

“Oh, now you’re sorry,” he tutted.

“Yes,” you gasp.

Eddie’s free hand found your nipple, tweaking and pinching it to his desire. This only flooded your pussy once more with arousal. You could feel it start to run down your thighs as you tried to close your legs for any sense of friction.

“No,” Eddie growled once again, unlatching his fingertips from your nipple and vibrator to wrench your legs open once again.

“You’re going to keep your pretty legs open so Daddy can play.” his hot lip brushed against your exposed throat.

A wet slap filled the bedroom as a sharp sting struck your clit when Eddie’s fingers slapped your swollen clit.

“Fuck!” You jerk your body back further into your boyfriend, only pushing his stiff cock into your back. You’re sure there will probably be a penis-head-shaped bruise there in a few hours, and the thought made you giggle.

“Oh, you like that baby girl?” His condescending tone only made you wetter.

His thick tattooed fingers came down on your pussy once again before pinching your clit between his thumb and forefinger.

You grip his forearms needing something to dig your fingers into, and let out a breathy moan, and Eddie’s cock twitches at your shaky voice.

“I think you’re enjoying this a little too much” he picked up the vibrator again, clicked it on the second strongest level and finally placed it on your clit.

Your hips automatically started gyrating into you as your orgasm quickly built.

“You going to cum?”

“Mmhm,” you nod your head.

“Not yet,” he growled.

“Okay” you whined as you tried your hardest to stay still, you hold on but Eddie was teasing you so good you couldn’t help but feel the need to cum right now-

“Good girl,” he swirled the vibrator around and around.

“I wanna cum, please!”

“I decide when.”

But you couldn’t hold on any longer. “Daddy, I’m cumming!”

Eddie ripped the toy away from you the second the words left your lips, denying you your pleasure.

“This one doesn’t seem to be working,” he clicked it off and threw it to the side.

“No, no, please,” you cried.

“Don’t be a brat” he slapped your throbbing pussy once more before pushing you up off of him so he could crawl to the end of the bed and get a fresh toy.

“No! I was so close-”

“Let’s try this one.” He plucked up your rabbit, and you stopped arguing.

You frantically nod your head as you crawl back, splaying your legs wide open for Eddie. His eyes zoned in on your glistening pussy lips. They were puffy and swollen and the prettiest shade. You watched as his eyes glazed over with lust; you knew he wanted to dive in.

“I know you wanna, Daddy,” you teased, slipping your middle finger through your folds.

“No, mine.” Eddie pushed your hand away and replaced it with his own.

You let your head fall back as his thick fingers ran through your folds, collecting your slick before he pushed it up inside of you.

A throaty moan left your lips and your overly sensitive pussy clenched down on Eddie’s finger.

“Your pussy is so tight, baby, I can’t wait to stuff it full with my cock”

“I need you!”

“Greedy, greedy girl, so greedy for my cock”

“Only yours!”

“That’s right, baby girl, this pussy is mine, mine, mine,” he worked his fingers inside your pussy as he spoke.

“Can I cum, now?” Your eyes watered; you needed it so badly.

“No, Sunshine. We haven’t even started.” He smirked and removed his fingers and sucked them clean before he reached over for the rabbit you had forgotten about.

Eddie ran the tip of the toy through your puffy folds before breaching your tight hole. Once it was fully submerged and the ears were pushed against your clit is when he turned it on.

A throaty growl left your mouth when he started up the toy.

“This one your favourite princess?”

You nod your head frantically, not able to speak. The vibrations on your clit mixed with the thrusting in the dildo made your head spin.

“Tell me how you use it.”

“Wh-what?” You were fucked out already, and you hadn’t cum once yet.

“When you’re all alone, dreaming about me, needy for my touch. What. Do. You. Do?”

“Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!” You chant his name like a mantra as he pumps the purple toy in and out of your needy cunt.

“That’s what I like to hear, but I prefer Daddy. You know that princess” he slipped it out fully, and you cried out again. Your orgasm was so close, just ripped away from you once again.

“Daddy, please!” You slam your fists in that bed with frustration.

“I’m sorry, baby girl.” He wasn’t sorry at all.

His cock was throbbing. This was the longest foreplay he’d ever put you through, and you’d yet to touch him.

“I think it’s Daddy’s turn for a little fun.” He sat up, crawling up your body to kiss you for the first time since this little punishment started. He was only a man; he could only hold out for so long.

Your lips were hungry as your tongue slipped past his lips. You needed any kind of comfort and contact from your boyfriend.

You let out a whimper as his large tattooed frame pulled away.

“Now, now, Sunshine, you get to have fun too.” He laid back beside you, and you quickly shuffled your way down to rest between his legs.

You lay flat on your stomach, aligning your mouth with his bright pink cock.

His cock lay flat against his trim stomach aligning with the happy trail covering his belly button. His clean dark hair surrounding the base of his shaft and his full round balls only made his cock more tempting.

Your mouth watered as you grasped it in your hand. Your fingers hardly touch as his girth was so wide. You waisted not another moment as you brought the tip up to your lips. Eddie’s eyes found yours as he gazed down at you lovingly; he couldn’t hold back his smile as his good girl took his cock so well.

“Yes, that’s it, baby, good girl,” he praised as your mouth took him further. His usual briny, salty taste was replaced by floral sweetness as he used your soaps and shampoos not an hour ago.

You hummed as he hit the back of your throat, and it sent a wave of pleasure through Eddie. Your hair was pulled taut from Eddie’s fingers, gripping it in his fist.

As you gripped the base of his cock in one hand, your other travelled under to fondle his balls; your mouth worked its way up and down the long thick shaft before your mouth found his balls. You continued jerking him while you kissed and sucked his perfect balls.

“Fuck Princess, you’re so good at that, my perfect girl. My good girl” his lean stomach clenched as he tried to hold off his orgasm.

“But I thought I was naughty, Daddy?” You pout innocently. You knew what you were doing.

“You were, but I think you’ve shown me you’re sorry.” He shifted his weight to crawl back to the end of the bed where the toys were still gathered. You scanned the options, excited for what he would choose for you next.

“Now, Princess. There is something that we haven’t tried yet. Now you are in control with this, so you can tell me no, but-” he reaches down on the bed, and your eyes widen when you spot the toy he fondles.

“Yes,” you don’t hesitate. Your pussy floods once again as Eddie brings up the silver bejewelled butt plug to view.

“You sure?”

Before Eddie could finish speaking, you’re already on your hands and knees, arching your back and presenting yourself to your boyfriend. You eagerly wiggled your cheeks at Eddie, and he just about came right then and there.

“Fuck” Eddie fucks his fist as he watches his girl spread herself for him with all the confidence and need. “What did I do on God's green earth to deserve you?”

“Probably something realllllly good,” you smirk over your shoulder, biting your lip as you watch Eddie watch you. “Lube is in the same drawer,” you motion to the nightstand.

Quickly, Eddie hops off the bed and gets the lube before he busts a nut by just looking at you.

You hear the hard plastic of the lid snap and the lewd, wet sound of the lube being squirted out of the bottle. The cold liquid hits your puckered hole, and you flinch a little at the temperature shock, but Eddie quickly warms it up with his fingers, and he circles your tight hole with his fingers before slowly pushing them inside.

You breathe in sharply as Eddie’s thick fingers spread you open. You feel so full as he pumps them in and out, slowly spreading you open.

“Good girl, just like that. Relax for me, Sunshine.”

“So good,” you whisper, pushing your ass further into Eddie’s penetration.

“I think you’re ready, princess.”

“Yes,” you agree.

Eddie twirls the little jewel in his hand, admiring it before he gently pushes it into your ass.

“Fuck” you both breathe out as it enters you.

Eddie can’t help but stroke his cock in his fist again as he takes a mental picture. There was no way he was ever forgetting this moment; this spank bank material would last him a lifetime.

“Daddy, please,” You wiggled your ass once more, and you swear you heard Eddie whimper behind you.

Your glistening pussy was so inviting, especially with the little silver jewel perched right atop your needy hole, only making it more pleasurable for both of you.

“Gunna mark my pussy, gonna fill it with so much cum” Eddie finally slipped his cock into your dripping cunt.

You let out a guttural moan as his thick cock splits you open.

“Fuck me, you’re so tight,” Eddie grits through his teeth; he can feel the butt plug inside you as he pushes through your wet canal.

You felt so full, so good, and so fucked out as Eddie started to pump himself in and out of you. He couldn’t believe how fucking sexy you were. He couldn’t be that you let him play with you like this. He could use his own little doll to his pleasure.

He snapped his hips into your wet pussy, and his balls slapped against your clit, only aiding your pleasure. The sounds of wet slaps and moans of pleasure filled the quiet loft. Eddie grazed against your g spot on each snap, and Eddie could see the creamy ring collect at the bottom of his cock. Your slick coated his thick thatch of hair at the base of his shaft, but he didn’t care; he wanted you to mark him.

“God, your pussy is so good, so tight, so perfect, my perfect little princess”

“Eddie!” You cry your orgasm building and building. You prayed he would let you fall apart this time.

“I can feel you, baby; your pussy is clenching my cock so good.” He slapped your plush ass cheek, and that made you quiver. Your elbows give out, and your head falls into the bed below you, only making your ass stick out further.

You feel Eddie grip each cheek in both hands, his whole palm covers most of your ass, and he spreads you open even wider. He loves watching as his cock disappears as you suck him in.

“Fuck, you’re being so good for Daddy.”

“More,” you whimper.

Eddie reaches over at your request and finds the pink vibrator, and flicks it on to the highest setting before placing it in your swollen clit.

You can’t hold off for ten seconds, and your body convulses under Eddie’s touch.

“I’m cuming!!” Your body washes over with a bolt of pleasure rippling through you.

“Fuck, such a good girl, fuckin’ gripping my cock so tight. You want this cum so badly, don’t you? Squeezing me so good, you make sure that I’m going to pump you so full”

Eddie’s hips only worked faster; the vibrator was still latched to your clit, you were overly sensitive, but Eddie didn’t care you were going to cum on his cock again.

“Eddie, please, too much.” You were vibrating along with the toy attached to your cunt.

“You wanted more, Princess, I’m giving you more.”

That condescending motherfuck-“DADDY!” You scream out as your second orgasm takes over your senses. This time, your knees gave out, and you fell flat against the bed.

“Oh, I fucked you that good baby?” He chuckles.

You can only moan in reply.

The new angle tightened on Eddie's cock, and he couldn’t hold off any longer.

“You’re going to take all this cum, baby; you’re going to let me pump you so full it will be dripping out of you for days. Your little belly is going to swell; you're going to carry my baby. Do you want that? Want me to fuck a baby into you?”

“YES,” you cry; his cock gets so good you can’t think about anything else than how Eddie made you feel. You wanted his cum so bad you clamp down on his cock again, and Eddie can’t take it.

Hot ropes of white seed are shooting into your cunt as Eddie continues to pump his cock deep into you, making sure he fills you.

Reluctantly, Eddie pulls out of you as his cock starts softening within you. All you can do is lay there as your body still tingles.

“Let me see you, pretty girl” Eddie takes your leg and flips your effortlessly so you’re on your back and spread open for him to see his hot cum leaking out of your used cunt onto the butt plug that’s still fully submerged in your ass.

“So fucking pretty” Eddie squeezed the fatty meat of your inner thigh before placing a kiss on your clit, making you jerk.

“Oh, she’s so sensitive,” he smirks before placing two more kisses on your pussy before sitting up to help clean you up.

“You okay, Sunshine?” He returned with a warm cloth to clean up the big mess he made of you.

“More than okay” you’re in heaven. You haven’t experienced sex like that before. It was fun, it was hot, it was tense, it was exciting, it was everything you needed.

“Good girl,” he grins as he places a gentle kiss on your lips. You couldn’t believe how good he was to you, and you moaned at the praise.

“Don’t tell me you’re ready to go again?” He chuckles.

“How could I not when you’re so sexy? You turn me on so bad” You roll on top of him, spreading your still-wet pussy over his soft bush and starting to grind down on his crotch.

“Fuck you can’t say things like that. Eddie sits up so he can kiss you.

“I think it’s your turn, Mr.Munson.” You reach over to your toys and click on the vibrator.

“You minx” he smacks your ass, and you get ready for round two.

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jaebeomsbitch · 7 months

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Cherry Lips II (E.M)

Pt: I |Pt III: In progress

Summary: Being irrevocably in love with your best friend leads to love confessions in laundry rooms

Pairing: Bestfriend! Eddier x Single Mom! Reader

Warning: Kissing

A/N: I get too into my head about writing. Literally put this off for so long and then just finished 75% it in less than an hour. I need to get out of my head. Never edited as always lol

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It had been months since that night on the kitchen counter with Eddie. Your maternal leave ran out a long time ago. Eddie insisted that you quit your job and stay home with the baby but you always promised you’d never be dependent on a man even though you were. You wanted the option to be able to leave if anything happened.

Wayne and your mom help you out with the baby. Wayne takes her on his days off. Eddie cooing as he leaves yelling “Have fun with your grandpa.” Eddie saw Wayne as a father figure more than his own deadbeat dad. Wayne was there to teach him about growing into a young man. He was there to give him dating advice and the rare baby advice. Wayne took to taking care of your baby naturally despite never having a kid of his own.

You could tell he’s going to be the best grandpa ever with the way he treats your daughter. Exactly like Eddie does, with fragility and care, their eyes sparkling with a deep love. Today Wayne took the baby despite it being your day off grumbling about having some time to yourself.

It isn’t until Wayne leaves that you notice the vase on the dining table, magnolias. You look at them confused, where’d they come from? You walk towards them, brushing the petals lightly between your fingers thinking of what Robin said. You were a magnolia.

“You like them?” Eddie says, startling you. You clutch your chest, heart pounding against your rib cage.

“Holy fuck Eds, scared the shit outta me” you say feeling your heart beat slow down when you know it’s Eddie.

“Well isn’t this a familiar sight?” He says with a smirk on his lips. Your face flushing remembering the kitchen incident. You tried to push the memory back but you always ended up in the shower, fingers knuckle deep inside you as you bite your arm trying not to moan. You let go of your chest lightly laughing trying to push past the awkwardness.

“Yeah I like them. Where’d you get ‘em?” You ask turning back towards the flowers, picking the one in your hand up and smelling it. Your face brightening, a big smile adorning your face. You were a big beautiful fucking magnolia and you’d never let anyone tell you otherwise.

“Just thought you’d appreciate something pretty in the house,” he shrugs.

“You know Robin said I was like a magnolia tree, full of love,” you murmur lost in thought, fingertip tracing the delicate petal.

“Oh I know,” he says, leaving you to yourself. It takes a second for you to realize what he just said.

Knew… he knew? How the fuck did he know? He had to have overheard the phone call or Rob told him. But she’d never tell him…right? Your best friend wouldn’t totally tell your other best friend that you were head over heels for him would she? Oh fuck you’re panicking… Maybe it meant nothing? Maybe he’s just agreeing with Robin? Okay it’s no big deal. Totally not anything, you try to convince yourself as you grab your hamper and walk downstairs to the basement to do laundry.

There’s no way he knows anything, Eddie was dead asleep and you’d never done anything obvious… besides the occasional ogle when he’s got his back turned to you. Fuck that back, you bite your lip as you separate the darks from light. No, No horny thoughts of Eddie especially not when it’s just the two of you in the house tonight. You swallow your spit, as you pour in the detergent and softener.

“Hey, I’ve been talking to you?” Eddie says louder than normal which startles you. You bang your knee on the washer, the lid slamming closed. You cradle your knee, hobbling around to look at Eddie with a pained look on your face.

“Mhm?” you hum in a high pitched tone, trying not to press too hard onto your aching knee cap.

“Shit, you all right?” He says, walking quickly across the basement towards you. Once again you find yourself being lifted by the waist but this time on the lid of the washer.

“Stop scaring me!” you groan, slapping his arm.

“Stop being so fucking jumpy then” he retorts, folding your pajama pants and inspecting your knee. His fingers gentle as they brush your kneecap but you can’t help the visceral reaction you have. Your face scrunching up, hands reaching for his shirt squeezing the fabric in your palms.

“Fuck,” you groan again.

“S’not bleeding, think you just need some ice and to rest it,” He murmurs looking up at your face, you can tell because his breath hits your chin. Why was he so God damn close? Your heart beat races in your chest, lump forming in your throat.

“Okay,” you breathe out, fluttering your eyes open. You thought he’d step back but he doesn’t move. For the first time since you were teens you can see the familiar spray of faint freckles on the bridge of his nose. You’d always scolded him for not wearing sunscreen which he always met with an eye roll.

“Oh, sorry,” You say, realizing you’re quite literally pulling him towards you. You let go of his shirt wiping your sweating palms on the soft fleece of your pajamas. The throbbing in your knee replaced by a different kind of throbbing as you inhale his scent. It’s changed slightly, now he smells like detergent and motor oil. He used to smell like weed and musk but he’d given it up since you got pregnant, always said he didn’t want to expose the baby to it.

“I know,” he says, voice deep and gravelly.

“Hmm?” you say, eyebrows furrowing in confusion, trying your best not to look down at those pink lips of his.

“I know,” he simply repeats, pressing himself forward, face centimeters from yours. You try to scoot back but hit your head on the cabinet.

“God you can’t fucking help it can you?” he says clearly amused by the way you’re always hurting yourself in front of him.

“You know?” you ask, trying to press him for more as you rub the back of your head but he swats your hand away, fingers finding the soft tresses of your hair gently massaging the area of impact until you relax in his hold.

“Mhm,” he hums. Clearly he was playing some sort of game. Eddie always liked to fuck with you, he’d play little prank on you. Like once in high school he’d convinced you that you’d forgotten an important day. You’d spent the entire day wracking your brain for the thing you forgot even asking all of hellfire who gave you the cold-shoulder. It was something stupid like a year from the first time you let him borrow your good pen.

“Okay… what do you know?” you ask, looking up at his chocolate brown eyes.

“Something,” he sing songs mischievously as he presses his hips into the side of the washing machine, your legs dangling on either side of his hips.

“God you’re annoying?” you roll your eyes but a small smile threatens to overtake your lips.

“You sure ‘bout that?” he asks, fingers moving from your scalp to hold onto the back of your head, his thumb brushing the underside of your jaw. Your breath hitches. It’s too much. If Eddie was fucking with you’d probably have a mental break down.

“You know?” you ask, trying to cross that barrier without saying it. You gulp, fingers reaching for his waist, softly pressing into his back as he presses closer and closer. Your faces a centimeter from each other, breaths mixing as you both practically pant for breath. He doesn’t respond and you don’t dare break the moment as his big doe eyes flick down to your lips and back to your eyes as if silently asking for permission. You nod ever so slightly, heart hammering in your chest. Was this real? Please God let this be real. You couldn't wake up to dream like this again, it broke a piece of your heart every time you dreamed of the press of his lips on yours…and so much more.

His lips press against the corner of your mouth, fingers dipping down to your waist pulling you impossibly closer until you feel the hardpress of his cock through his jeans. You gulp as he takes a moment as if giving you time to back out. Fuck no, you’d been dreaming of it for so long, pressing your fingers into your pussy wishing it was his length.

He presses a soft hiss to your lips, its gentle and sweet as you move against each other. Your fingers moving from his hips to tangle in his curls. You kiss him with a bigger sense of desperation and he matches your pace. Every year he’s held back pressing forward, every year he held back his jealousy making him slip his tongue into your mouth, every year you weren’t his, had him cradling your head tongue lapping against yours until you can’t breathe but you don’t dare to move away. Instead you wrap your legs around his lithe waist.

He pulls back panting, “Fuck.” His gentle fingers press into your scalp, lips pressing softly into the place between your jaw and neck, his other hand caressing your neck, thumb brushing your soft skin, his nose skirting the soft line of your jaw. It’s so tender and sweet just like Eddie has always been with you despite your earlier makeout session.

“Eds,” You say breathlessly. He hums against your skin in acknowledgement.

“I love you, so much,” you whisper, fingers gripping his shirt, as you choke up with emotion. All your longing spilling forward like a leak in a dam.

“I love you too,” He responds, eyelashes fluttering against your jaw. You can hear the imperceptible crack in his voice. Your hands immediately sliding towards his back pressing into it softly trying to comfort him, silently apologizing for being so stupid.

He takes a second to collect himself to look at your eyes again. His eyes wet with unshed tears, with silent longing love and adoration to match yours. You press a soft kiss to his lips, saying sorry over and over again. You’d always imagined this super passionate, rough, sexual encounter with Eddie just like the stories he’d described but… that wasn’t him now. He was always your kind hearted and sweet boy.

“I love you,” You murmur against his lips, tears dripping down your eyes as you hold his face. You can taste the saltiness on his lips as your tears mix together. He pulls back, thumbs brushing away your stray tears whispering an “I love you too.” You take a moment just to revel in the warmth of this moment, eyes searching each other as if they contained every secret of the universe.

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fhrlclln · 2 years

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older!mechanic! eddie x fem! reader pt. 2

screwing your older hot neighbor is the key to your thirst. 😵‍💫

—> pt. 1, pt. 3

nsfw/smut under the cut

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it started from innocently staring at him because he’s hot. which he is, you never knew your sex life would sky rocket to the moon the moment you invited him in your empty home. out of horniness and the desire to satiate the sexual tension for the older man. it was wrong to do this, he’s like old enough— well, not old enough to be your dad, old enough you’d call him ‘mr’. but here you are, in your bedroom, him screwing the shit out of you. like he’s been dying for it. which he totally is, (and so was you.)

“mr. munson!” you cried out, gripping his hair with one hand while the other was planted on the surface of your sheets, gripping tight for leverage as you tilted your head back feeling his cock fuck your cunt up from below. he’s big, both in width and length, abusing your pussy so good. he’s so cocky right now underneath you, he still has that ass-eating smirk on his face as he stares at your bouncing breasts before him. littered with his bites that trails up to your neck.

“this tight fucking pussy’s gripping me so good, sweetheart. you’re such a good girl.” he praised breathily, arms wrapped around your waist, balls slapping against your wet cunt. he’s dreamed of this, fucking up your innocent persona. he’s currently corrupted you with three orgasms, two by his tongue and fingers and the other one with him just sliding in your overstimulated pussy. it felt like heaven.

“mhm— right there! oh, god, mr. munson.” he pounds in to you harder. calling him mr. sounded like he was a old creep (he probably is), but it had him hooked the second it came from your lips. he loves it, loves the way you’re so cock-drunk from him. your other arm moves, wrapping both around his neck as you eagerly kissed him. tongue and all, him dominating your mouth with such ferocity and greed. felt wrong but so right, who would screw your own neighbor? you apparently. you didn’t care anyways what your broken morals are now, you’re going to hell anyways…

with him. he seems reluctant as well.

“gonna cum, fill your little cunt up. make you mine.” he groans against your lips, roughly standing up to his knees.

“oh!” you squealed as he grips your waist tight, bruising your soft flesh. cock pounding in and out with an immense speed that him feral. he sounds so animalistic fucking you, the sight of his blown-out irises made you clench around him. his hair dropping down his face, sweat beading both of your bare bodies. your moans filled the room, mouth agape a bit, looking like a dumb whore that he liked to see on you. you cried out his name this time.

“please, eddie.” you cried out as he leaned down to roughly catch your lips. calloused hands caressing your sides now, as you felt yourself cumming. the tip of his cock rubbing perfectly on your spot. his balls tightened, his brows furrowed in concentration, you whimpered against his soft lips before your belly snapped. your back arches, nails digging on his buff shoulders, his chest hair brushed against your nipples. the euphoric high got you so dizzy, you could now feel his own cum start oozing into you as he bottomed himself in, filling you up to the brim with a sigh. fuck, was it perfect.

“jesus, that was fucking good. you with me, baby?” he kissed your heated cheeks. you nodded slowly, still blissed out at such an intense orgasm, you whimpered now feeling him pull out of you sloppily.

“‘m with you, mr. munson.” you smiled sheepishly like you were drunk. just cock-drunk and fucked out good.

“eddie.” he corrected you, smiling sweetly as he kissed your sweaty forehead. you hummed, liking his attention and affections. a different side of him you see than what you presumed to be intimidating knowing how he looks. tattoos and all. he stands up from his place, you watch him lazily, placid glistening cock swinging a bit in every move he made as he kneeled down to get something from his overalls. cigarettes and a lighter. typical. he needed the nicotine after a good fucking.

he looks over to you, placing a cigar on his lips. “can i smoke, sweets?”

“just open the window a bit.” you agreed, rolling to your stomach, liking the post-sex haze of the hour. the cool air hitting your bare ass as you snuggled against your pillow with a relaxed sigh. he almost pounces on the bed seeing your little oblivious stunt, but he held himself back as he lit the cigar, opening your window a bit as requested, careful not to flash himself from the whole neighborhood. a scandal for the christian neighbors, he’s already painted as a devil-worshipper back then.

he stares at your bare figure, blowing a smoke out through his nose. god, are you beautiful. your head pops up from your pillows as you lazily looked towards him, earning a smirk from the older man. he looked absolutely hot smoking while naked. you can clearly see his chest tattoos, body hair on his chest and his happy trail. you blush, grabbing the pillow to snuggle it against your chest, resting on your side now, facing him. fuck, was he done for.

“such a pretty girl.” he murmurs, walking over to you as he places a sweet kiss on your lips.

“i think you’re pretty as well.” you whisper bashfully making him blush now. no one’s ever called him pretty.

“mhm. guess i can’t solve that staring problem if you think of me like that, sweets.” he chuckles, sitting down now as he puffs a smoke away from you. a moment of silence transpires, your doe eyes held in a generous affection as his heart thumps against his chest. something in him riled him up to ask you now as unexpected it may be. nervous he is.

“wanna go out sometime, sweetheart? you know, a date and all.” he offers making your heart flutter as your eyes widened. you sat up quickly, breasts bouncing, not believing for a moment that he’s asking you out now. though he seems to pull back, feeling a little ashamed, he hasn’t been on the field lately for dating. women these days in his age seemed to prefer less old ones and he wasn’t sure if he’d be your type for something else than sex. “i-it’s ok if you don’t wanna. me being fucking not your age and all—“

“i’d love to, eddie. i’ve been dreaming about it.” you cooed, straddling him now as he gripped the flesh of your ass. “i really like to get to know you more.” you shyly added.

“really, sweets? what’s there to know for an old man like me?” he teases, kissing your chin. you rolled your eyes at his degradation of himself.

“there’s plenty. and hey, there’s nothing wrong being 35.” you grin making him gasp dramatically at the accusation of his age.

“you wound me, 35?”

“if it pleases you, i think it’s hot you’re nearing dad age.” you whispered seductively, as you grind yourself on him. he groaned, slapping your bum making you giggle. you squealed seeing him toss his cigar somewhere as he flipped you down to the bed again, boner springing to life. hovering above you as he cocks a grin.

“let me show you how this old man works again, ey?”

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is this who we are? is this who we represent? yES.

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resident-gay-bitch · 1 year

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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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bettyfrommars · 2 months

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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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leelei1980 · 5 months

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Loving Mr. Munson

Part 13- One night Only

🛑 Smut warning-This contains Mature content- 18+ only- Minor DNI🛑.

TW: Oral (male receiving, female receiving, established relationship,unprotected sex p in v ( Always wrap it up people!)

Sorry guys, this one really got away from me, rather large word count, hope y’all think it was worth it😉

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Eddie-

Jesus Christ. " There is no fucking way in hell you are leaving this Hotel looking like that. "

I could not help but stare as my Princess walked into the room. Fuck. She looked good enough to eat, and hopefully later, I'd have myself a snack.

She laughed as she snapped the back on her earring and did a little twirl. "What this old thing?" She smiled as she ran her hand over the old faded Corroded Coffin t-shirt that she wore. I never got rid of old band t-shirts, and this shirt, as much as it pained me to say it was probably just as old as she was. It was worn, that was for sure but still in fair condition, there were no holes in it, and now it belonged to her.

" You look so fucking hot." She had made a few modifications to the shirt, cut a v in the neck that showed just the right amount of cleavage , just a peek of the lace of her bra, and her tits, well , they looked absolutely spectacular. She also tied a knot in the bottom of the shirt to tighten it up a little. If she raised her arms up, like she was currently doing now to fix her hair you could see her navel and just a hint of her soft skin. Over the shirt she wore a cropped jean jacket and then my favorite part, a short leather skirt that hugged every single curve . Her hips and her ass looked amazing.

" Do you like it? Do the heels look ok? And this skirt, does it make my ass look too big?"

A sly smile spread across my face as I walked over to her , wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her body tight to mine." Respectfully, Sweetheart, your ass will never, ever look too big in anything you wear. I love your ass." I slid my hands down from her waist and grabbed a handful of ass and gave it a squeeze.

" Your awfully handsy Mr. Munson, but two can play at this game." She slid her hands under my robe, along my chest than placed a sweet kiss over my heart, her lipstick leaving a sexy little souvenir on my inked skin. She smiled at it than looked up at me." Are you nervous baby?"

" Honestly, yes. I haven't performed in front of a crowd in forever, but when we practiced earlier we sounded awesome. It's like we never stopped playing together. It was pretty amazing. Just like the good old days accept for now we are just old. It's really great to have the band back together, even if it is for one night only."

The day after Rodney had asked if we could come together for a show at the Hideout I was on the phone with the guys. None of us wanted to miss out on an opportunity like this. So we all checked our schedules, they checked with their spouses, my girl had immediately told me to do it when I had told her about it, and we got to work on the set list. There was no time to learn anything new, we would have to stick with what know. We would all individually practice then the Friday before we would meet up and practice together, than practice as much as we could before the show.

I had gotten rusty so every night I would come home from work and play, my sweet girl would sit on the bed and watch me, her eyes and ears taking it all in. She would clap and cheer for me then completely attack me because she said watching my fingers move along the frets made her hot. We had had one month to get ready, and now the night was finally here.

But tonight was special not only because Corroded Coffin was reuniting, the real reason it was special was because tonight I would ask my Love to be my wife.

I had gone over a million scenarios in my head on how I could propose, and every time I kept going back to proposing while here in Hawkins. I booked us a suite at the hotel that we were staying in, one with a jacuzzi and king sized bed and had made arrangements with the staff to come in while we were at the show to put rose petals on the bed and champagne on ice. I wanted everything to be fucking perfect .

I smiled down at her and kissed the top of her head. " I can't wait for you to hear us play."

She smirked up at me. "I could have heard you play earlier if you had let me go to your practice!"

" I want it to be a surprise!"

" I'm so excited, I'm going to be right up front singing along ,screaming my head off and beating back the bitches that try to put their hands on you."

I laughed." You don't have to worry about those bitches, Sweetheart. I'm more worried about the gross old bastards that are going to try to hit on you because you look so goddamn fine. Promise me you'll stick with our group, or use the buddy system, Kay? "

" I will, I promise." She lightly kissed my lips than smiled again. " Wearing your robe to the show tonight Mr. Munson? It's not very Metal." She untied the belt and slid the robe off my shoulders, and it dropped to the floor.

" There, that's better."

" Whatcha doing Princess? "

" Just marking my territory, making sure that everyone knows you have already been claimed." She started peppering me with light feathery kisses leaving a trail of lip prints starting from my chest and heading down my abs-

" Sweetheart, your making me fucking hard. It's not easy getting into leather pants with a fucking boner."

She laughed then dropped to her knees." Than I guess I will just have to help you out with that won't I? Now be a dear and hand me a tissue from that stand behind you? It's one thing to leave a happy trail down your happy trail but I don't want to stain your cock." She winked up at me.

I smirked. " You don't have to do this-"

" But I do baby, I want you to go into this performance relaxed and happy, and the thought of you smiling on that stage all loosened up because I gave you a blow job, trust me when I say this, I need this just as bad as you do."

" But Darling-" she licked along the underside of my shaft then circled the head with her tongue."Mmm.."

She looked up at me and smiled." You were saying?"

" Fuck," I ran my hands over my face than through my wet hair. " I just usually like to reciprocate, Fuck." She continued licking, teasing , her soft hand wrapping around my length and slowly stroking. I groaned.

" Eddie, be a good boy and grab me a tissue please."

I reached beside me and pulled one out of the box, handing it to her. She looked so fucking sexy, on her knees before me, her fucking tits on display at this angle, practically popping out of my bands shirt, she looked up at me with big doe eyes as she wiped the remaining lipstick off of her lips. She continued to look at me as she took me into her mouth." Jesus Christ-"

She slowly bobbed her head back and forth, swirling her tongue and it felt so fucking good. I reached down and lightly ran my hand over her head.

" You look so fucking pretty from up here Princess. Look at you, taking me all in, putting that pretty little mouth to work." She groaned and the vibration sent a jolt straight through my cock. "Feels so, so fucking good." Fuck, she was so fucking good at this. Her mouth, her hands, her tongue, pure magic. She had my hips bucking, my release spilling down her throat in no time.I panted, she pulled off with a pop , licked her lips and smiled.

" How was that baby?"

I ran a finger down her cheek." Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

" About 500 times a day, but I never tire of hearing it."

I helped her to her feet and wrapped her in my arms." That was incredible, thank you."

" Your welcome baby. Still nervous?"

" So fuckin chill. Tonight is going to be amazing . I hope it is every thing your hoping it will be and more." I kissed the top of her head and smiled to myself.

" Are you kidding? I get to see my super studmuffin of a boyfriend play in his band wearing leather pants, those two things right there equal best night of my life."

I squeezed her again." I hope so love, I hope so."

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The bar was already packed, Hawkins not having a ton of options for entertainment on a Saturday night.

I escorted my Sweetheart through the crowd, arm holding her close to my side. I took her to the bar and introduced her to Rodney, who smiled, actually fucking smiled at her, as he prepared her a drink at the bar.

" What is a pretty girl like you doing with a shithead like this?"

She smiled." Well, he is kind of cute, and he is in a band ..." She took a sip from her straw." So I decided to give him a whirl." She winked at me.

Rodney laughed. " You may have met your match Munson."

" She likes to give me shit almost as much as you do."

" Ahh, she's a good woman ."

" Keeps me on my toes." I grabbed my beer off the bar then nodded thanks to the old man and we went to meet up with the band.

It was nice to finally be able to meet their wives/girlfriends, put faces to names. They all seemed great, all were excited about seeing the band play. Garreth, our drummer was the only one that still actually played in a band, played actual gigs. Jeff and Scotty, they just played in their spare time, which these days , like me , wasn't much.

We all sat shooting the shit until the opening band , Zombies of Jupiter came over and introduced themselves before going on stage. They were young, so fucking young like we had been once. I was glad that Rodney had given them a chance , like he had with Corroded Coffin.

Their music was... different. They did some covers which were great, then some originals that they had written that were just a bunch of screaming and growling . I appreciated the music beneath the screams, but I don't think the people of Hawkins were quite ready for that.

Halfway through their set my friends showed up, all of my friends. It was such a rare occasion that we were all under the same roof together, I felt honored that they were able to come out and see me play. Their kids were all staying at their grandparents houses and these guys were all ready to party. I went over and patted Mike and Lucas on the back, gave their wives a hug, I hadn't seen them since the weekend of the reunion , then they went over to talk to the guys in the band , whom they hadn't seen in forever and reminisced about their time in the Hellfire Club together. I walked over to Steve, Nancy , Dustin and Suzie, and to my pleasant surprise Robin.

" Thanks for coming!"

" I wouldn't miss this for the world!" She smiled, grabbing me and pulling me into a big hug. She smirked when she looked at my sweet girl, " Jesus Christ! Is that one of the original Corroded Coffin shirts that we all helped you make?"

I chuckled." Yeah."

" It's totally vintage now!" Robin laughed, then smiled." Looks so good on you though!"

My Princess smiled." Thank you! But can we take a moment to recognize this magnificent specimen beside me? I mean goddamn Munson." She wrapped her arms around my neck.

" I mean the fact that he can still get away with wearing leather pants..."

Robin smirked at me.

" I could totally wear leather pants!" Steve commented.

" I don't think your ass would fit in leather pants Babe." Nancy smiled.

" Of course it would!"

I smiled down at my girl." So you like the pants?"

" Baby , I like the entire package. " She pulled my head down to whisper in my ear." I can't wait to peel those fucking pants off you later. Your so fucking hot I almost can't even handle it. "

A smile spread across my face." I'm going to take such good care of you when we get back Sweetheart, I going to lick-"

" Again we are Zombies of Jupiter!Thanks for coming out to see us! Y'all ready for Corroded Coffin?" The crowd cheered and it was like fuel pumping through my veins.

" Oh shit,that's our cue!" I smiled down at her, and she was beaming up at me. I leaned down and kissed her, squeezing her ass and pulling her into me as I did. When I pulled away, she wiped away a little smudge of lipstick from my lips.

" Go knock 'em dead Munson. I'll be right up front watching, beating away the groupies."

I laughed then pulled down the collar of my shirt. " There's no need to remember Sweetheart? I'm branded!"

She smiled and kissed the lip prints that she made on my chest earlier, than kissed my lips again. " Get on that stage , you sexy Motherfucker and blow them away."

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Reader:

Your heart was pounding in your chest, there were butterflies in your stomach. Any minute now they would be taking the stage.

You were surrounded by your friends, all front and center of the stage. You were not going to miss one single moment of this performance.

You had been watching Eddie play every night since the other members of corroded coffin agreed to play. He was fucking amazing, like, really fucking amazing. That first time he played his acoustic guitar you wanted to melt, the first time you saw him play his electric guitar or his "Sweetheart" your panties got wet. Watching his arms flex and his fingers fly, the look of pure concentration on his face, it did things to you. So much so that when he finished practicing , you fucked him right there in the spare bedroom , where he had set up a little practice space. You didn't know how you were going to make it through this performance.

The lights on the small stage went out and it got dark. The crowd murmured, your heart pounded in your chest.

" Hope you enjoy the show Sweetheart." You couldn't see him but you had felt his warm breath and smelled his cologne as he whispered in your ear. You smiled. You could faintly make out his silhouette in the dark. Your friends were chattering around you, the anticipation was overwhelming.

Without warning, the band started playing- you recognized the intro within the first four notes, Master of Puppets. Holy Shit.

The lights came on and the crowd cheered, and there he was in all of his glory, old faded Metallica T shirt with the sleeves ripped off, toned , tatted muscular arms that were flexing as he played, and those pants, ahhh, those fucking pants that clung to his thighs, his ass. He looked out, surveying the crowd, then locked eyes with you and smiled. And then he began to sing. Cue the little cartoon hearts in your eyes, because that is exactly how you felt. You were mesmerized.

" They are soooo good aren't they? I can't even tell you how many shows I have been too." Robin leaned in close to your ear." I'm so glad you finally get to experience Corroded Coffin Eddie. He dominates the stage. It's crazy to see him up there, he's really in his element."

You just nodded, unable to tear your eyes away. " He's magnificent."

You watched in awe as the band continued to play, Eddie's magic fingers flew, his voice was amazing, he looked like a fucking god on stage. You weren't at all prepared for the way it made you feel. You were so proud, even more in love with him if that was even possible, and just completely fascinated with the man on the stage. You had seen him play, but somehow with the other guys on the stage, the crowd, he had really come alive.

When the song was done you screamed your head off , arms in the air, a total groupie and your friends smiled and joined right in.

Eddie took hold of the microphone stand and tilted the mic towards his lips, huge smile on his face." Well that was fucking awesome." The crowd went crazy." I, uh, don't know if any of you know or remember who we are, we're Corroded Coffin! " We screamed and cheered. " We played here a million years ago, and Rodney over there behind the bar thought it might be fun to bring us back, so here we are! " More clapping." We came out here tonight ready to fucking rock, are you ready to rock?" The crowd cheered. Eddie cupped a hand to his ear, " Aww come on you can do better than that!"

The crowd went crazy. " That's better. Who's ready to get this fucking party started?" He smiled again." Well let's fucking go!" And he was off again. They played Ozzy's Flying High Again, then Iron Maiden's Wasted Years after that. You sang your heart out, danced and screamed when he would stand in front of you when he played his solos, he would wink than continue on. Your cheeks hurt from the smile that was plastered across your face.

The crowd was having a great time, singing and dancing along. Though Metal was their passion, the band played some Van Halen, some Bon Jovi and some Def Leppard to switch it up.

You were shocked when a couple songs in you felt a heavy hand on your shoulder and you turned around to see Robbie there.

" I couldn't miss this opportunity to see the old man in action now could I ?" Robbie smirked.

" You made it! He'll be so happy that you are here!"

" He's pretty good huh?"

" He's amazing."

Steve's eyes went wide in surprise when he turned and saw Robbie there. He smiled and then tapped Nancy and Robin on the shoulders. They too looked shocked but rushed over to see him.

You turned your attention back to the man on stage. Wide stance, head thrown back, he really did look like a guitar god. You bit your lip. He was yours. You watched as other women stood close to the stage trying to get his attention, drooling over him, in this case you couldn't blame them. You could hear them talking about how hot he was and how they could show him a good time. It brought you such pleasure knowing that he would be going home with you tonight.

" Alright everyone we've got one more song then we are going to take a little break. " Eddie announced to the crowd," This song goes out to you Princess." He pointed at you and winked. You swooned, and you instantly recognized the song and smiled.

" Tonight, I'm going to give it all to you, in the darkness, there's so much I wanna do, tonight, I wanna lay it at your feet, cause girl I was made for you, and girl you were made for me."

We all sang the chorus with him-" I was made for loving you baby, you were made for loving me, I can't get enough of you baby, can you get enough of me?"

You smirked at him and winked back. God, he is so incredible.

Robin came back and put an arm around your shoulder, a huge smile on her face," Our Rockstar is in love!"

You laughed." I don't feel worthy, look at all these women, shaking their tits at him- "

" Your the only one he sees."

You scanned the crowd again, everyone was having such a good time, your eyes stopped, fixed on a group of women. "Robin, is that Chrissy?"

" Holy Shit it is! She's with a bunch of girls from High School! Looks like she left Asshole at home."

" Thank fucking god." You looked back at Eddie."He's so fucking sexy I can't even handle it."

Robin smirked." I'm not even into dudes and I can appreciate the sight of Eddie Munson up on stage in leather pants. He hasn't changed. Oh look, he's coming back over!"

You smiled at Robin and you both waved your hands in the air. Eddie stayed the remainder of the song in front of your group, singing down to you. It made your heart flutter.

" Alright everyone , in just a minute we are going to take a quick break but before we do I have a a little something I want to say." He took off his guitar and set it down on its stand." I wanna thank Rodney for first of all taking a chance on a group of Misfit kids and letting us play when we were in high school , and I want to thank him for bringing us back to the stage, we really fucking missed it," the guys behind him all smiling and nodding in agreement. "I want to thank you guys for coming out tonight, I think this is the biggest crowd we have ever played for and your fucking awesome." The crowd cheered." I want to thank my friends and family who are here tonight, they are this rowdy fucking bunch right here." We hollered and he smiled down at us. After a moment he locked eyes with you." Did you like that last song Sweetheart? "

You nodded and smiled up at him. " I love you Eddie!"

He smiled." Everyone, this is my Princess, Princess, this is everyone," the crowd whooped and hollered and you felt your cheeks getting red. " This woman right here, is fucking amazing. She has shown me love, love that I had only ever dreamed of, love that I never thought was possible for a freak like me, and I am so thankful. " He smiled again."I love you."

Your heart felt like it was going to burst, his declaration of love, in front of all of these people-

" I love you so fucking much baby, and I will always love you. And I want to ask you in front of our family, our friends, this crowd, the whole fucking town of Hawkins-" You watched as he reached into his back pocket, knelt down in front of you and smiled. "Would you do me the honor of being my wife?"

You blinked up at him. You could feel the eyes of your friends, the eyes of the entire crowd on you. Was this really happening or was it just an incredible dream?Did he really just propose? Your heart pounded as he took your trembling hand in his and brought it to his lips." Whatta say Dollface? Will you marry me?"

You snapped out of your daze as soon as his lips touched the back of your hand. You felt tears of joy filling your eyes " Yes! Yes!"

The crowd, who had gone completely silent suddenly erupted in cheers and whistles and clapping.

Eddie sighed in relief and slid a ring onto your finger. You gasped. Beautiful wasn't the word for it, it was absolutely gorgeous. You looked at the ring, then up to Eddie who had the happiest smile you had ever seen on his handsome face.

You heard a voice beside you start chanting." Kiss him, kiss him-"

You smiled and started towards the stairs on the far end of the stage, the crowd parting for you as you ran. You flew up the steps as quickly as your heeled feet would allow then flung yourself into Eddie's waiting arms. He picked you up and spun you around and when your feet finally hit the ground again you slid your fingers into his hair and pulled his mouth down to yours.

Again the people cheered, but in that moment it was just you and Eddie.

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Eddie:

" Congratulations to my pal and his beautiful, fiancée! " I could hear Jeff said into his microphone. " How about we give these lovebirds a few minutes to celebrate?"

I did it, I finally fucking did it. After months of holding onto that ring waiting for the perfect moment , I proposed and this woman is going to be my wife.

It wasn't even about the piece of paper stating we were married, it was more about her taking my last name. She was going to be Mrs. Eddie Munson, well Mrs. Edward Munson if we wanted to be fucking fancy. And I know it's not very Metal to say this , but maybe, just maybe I would finally get my happy fucking ending.

I rested my forehead against hers, my heartbeat finally starting to slow, now that I had her answer. " I was so nervous you were going to say no."

She backed away from me and held my face in her hands." There is no way that was going to happen. " She pressed a sweet kiss to my lips. " I still can't believe this is really happening. When you told all of these people here how you felt about me and got down on one knee-" a single happy tear rolled down her cheek, and I wiped it away with my thumb.

" I did good?"

" You did really fucking good baby." She smiled and kissed me again.

" Do you like your ring?" I smiled. I had looked in about four different jewelry shops before settling on this oval diamond ring with smaller diamonds in the band. I don't know a lot about diamonds, or jewelry for that matter, but I knew it would hit me when I found the right one. This was the one that caught my eye.

She smiled again," It's beautiful, it looks so big on my finger- I'm not complaining."

I laughed." I have had it for months now."

She blinked up at me. " Really?"

" Yes, in the safe at my office. I wanted it to be a surprise, I couldn't risk you finding it at home."

I smiled at the rush of footsteps coming up behind me.

" I hope we aren't interrupting-" Nancy said before running up and giving us both hugs, then we were swarmed and surrounded in love and congratulations.

Steve clapped me on the back, "Congratulations Munson. I'm really happy for you." He smiled.

" Thanks Harrington."

And then Robbie was by my side." I can't believe you are getting married before I am. Your such a fucking Stud." He laughed." Imagine her Granny’s surprise when she sees you standing at the end of the aisle and she's expecting me!"

I couldn't help but laugh. "Your good with this right?"

" Dad, all I have ever wanted is for you to be happy. You have given up so much for me. I know that she makes you happy, and you deserve it."

I pulled him into a big hug." Love ya kid."

" Love ya too Pops. Oh and by the way, you are fucking awesome on stage!"

" Even for an old man?"

" Especially for an old man. There were chicks over there completely drooling over you-"

" They are all yours." I pat him on the back then went back over to my Sweet Princess who was showing all the girls her ring. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist.

She snuggled back into me. " Would you ladies mind if steal my Fiancée for a few moments before we start up again?"

"Absolutely not!" They smiled.

" You did good Munson!" Robin hollered over her shoulder as they all started to walk away.

I smiled and buried my face in her neck. She smelled so goddamn good.

" I still can't believe it! This night has been so incredible Eddie. Thank you-"

" The night isn't over yet Sweetcheeks." I kissed her neck.

" Baby, you have no idea how badly I want you to fuck-"

" Eddie, we are on in 15 'kay?" Garreth walked up to us from back stage. Held out a couple of beers for us.

I picked up my head from her neck and nodded in thanks"Sounds good buddy." I took a big swig not noticing just how parched I really was.

" Congratulations guys." Gareth smiled then headed back to his wife.

I sighed. " I just wish I had a few minutes alone with you, I would definitely need more than 15-"

I spun her around in my arms until she faced me.

She stood on her tip toes and kissed me." We can work with 15 minutes Baby," she grabbed my hand and started dragging me away." All I need is a quickie in the bathroom, the alley , I don't even care-"

" Dad, your never going to guess what happened!"

I sighed, I watched as my beautiful Angel sighed. Robbie came running up to us with a shit eating grin on his face. " What happened?"

" Some cougar named Chrissy came up to me and asked if I was your son, then bought me a drink. She was pretty hot."

" Yeah she is also pretty married, and her husband is an Asshole that would fucking kill you if you screwed with his wife. Stay away Robbie."

" Your being such a Dad right now-"

" Well that would make sense because I am your fucking dad, I didn't raise you to break up marriages, even if they are shitty to begin with."

" I shouldn't have even told you, I should have just hooked up with her in the parking lot-"

I put my hands over my ears." La la la, I don't want to fucking hear about this-"

" Like you have never hooked up in a parking lot- pretty sure that was how I was conceived-"

I coughed." What does she even want with a young kid like you-"

" What do you even want with a young girl like her?" Robbie snarked pointing to my fiancée.

She snorted and laughed ,throwing her head back.

" That's different," I stuttered." She's more mature than you-"

Robbie started laughing hysterically , knowing that he had caught me off guard.

I smirked." Just shut the fuck up you little shit."

" I'm going to go see if Chrissy will buy me another drink. " he winked then took off.

" Fucking kid." I just shook my head.

My Sweetheart chuckled." You did your best."

I wrapped her up in my arms and she looked up at me with a smirk as she squeezed my ass and pulled my hips closer.

" If we just had a few more minutes-"

I took her face in my hands and cut her off with a kiss, a kiss that was most definitely indecent in public, all tongue and teeth but I didn't fucking care and from the small whimper I swallowed with my kiss I knew she didn't either.

" This is just a taste Sweetheart, just a taste of what I'm going to do to you when we get back to our room." I breathed into her ear.

" I can't fucking wait. The anticipation is going to kill me."

" It will be worth it, I promise."

I heard someone clearing their throat behind us and we pulled apart from each other.

" Sorry to interrupt guys, Eddie it's time for the second set." Jeff said clapping me on the back.

I kissed my girl one last time then quickly walked her back to where our group of friends all congregated. They offered her a shot, which she quickly downed, then she smiled and blew me a kiss as I headed back to the stage. "Your a fucking Rockstar Munson!!" She hollered as I strapped on my guitar. I smirked and winked at her then plugged my guitar in and played a couple of warm up riffs. I met with Gareth, Jeff and Scotty to make sure we we were all on the same page as far as the set list for the second half

" Guys, I just want to say it has been a fucking honor and a privilege to be able to play with you all again. I never thought my feet would ever hit a stage again the rest of my life but look at us, here we are, just like we never fuckin left."

They all smiled and patted each other on the back.

" This has been amazing, just so fucking unreal. We can't let this be the last time we play together. " Jeff said, Scotty and Gareth nodding in agreement.

" Even if it's not on a stage we make a pact to get together , even if it is just a couple times a year and play, just like the good ole days!" Scotty smiled.

" Maybe your old Asses will learn some new material." Gareth chuckled.

I smiled." Since this might be our 'One night only' Let's go out there and blow the fucking roof off this place!"

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The energy the second set was incredible, it may have been just a small stage at a tiny dive bar , but the atmosphere was fucking unbelievable. We put on the best show of our lives. I was fueled by my friends, the crowd, my love. To see her in the audience, singing,dancing, cheering, laughing with my friends, this was all I had ever wanted.

We played everything we knew, every metal, every rock song we had in our arsenal and the crowd ate it up. Infact the crowd never thinned out until we were told we had to wrap it up.

" Thank you all for making this such a memorable night. Thanks for coming out and partying with us! Good night!" Jeff said into the microphone and the crowd whistled and applauded.

A few minutes later people finished up their drinks and headed for the door, except for my friends of course who came up to us to congratulate us on a job well done.

" The people of Hawkins will be talking about tonight's show for a while now." Dustin smirked .

" The whole town is in love with Eddie the Freak Munson." Mike pat me on the back.

I chuckled lifting the corner of my shirt to wipe the sweat off my face , I watched as my Angels eyes flicked to the patch of skin I had revealed, then up to my face. " Yeah for one night only."

" That show was amazing, I'm so glad we were able to come." Lucas smiled. "A show and a proposal all in the same night."

I reached out for my girls hand and she grasped it tightly, I pulled her close and she curled into me , smiling.

Robin smiled a goofy smile at me, the alcohol she had consumed clearly hit her hard." I'm so happy for you guys! I can't wait for the wedding!"

" I can't wait to be best man-" Steve started.

" You are not going to be best man, I'M going to be best man." Dustin commented.

" Guys, stop arguing, neither one of you are going to be his best man because I am going to be his best man." Robbie smiled.

I chuckled and I watched and Steve and Dustin shook their heads.

Mikes eyebrows furrowed." Wouldn't that uh, wouldn't that be a little awkward?"

" Why would it be awkward Uncle Mike? Because I caught my father fucking my ex girlfriend on our couch? Because they fell in love and my ex girlfriend is going to be my new stepmother? What's awkward about that?"

Mike just stood there mouth hanging open as I burst out laughing.

" At least you can laugh about it." Dustin chuckled, then everyone else joined in.

" We weren't fucking by the way-" My Princess clarified. " We were....cuddling."

" You guys are too much." Lucas shook his head and laughed. " On that note, I think we had better be heading out."

" Us too." Suzie said resting her head on Dustin's shoulder." The babies will be up early and your mom, god love her , she would be overwhelmed if she had to do it herself."

" Your right." Dustin kissed the top of her head.

" Thank you guys so much for coming, it means a lot to me to have you here. You guys are family." I smiled at them, so grateful that each and every one of them was in my life., that they were here for this fucking incredible night.

" Awwww, Munson!" Robin staggered over and gave me a hug." We will always be here for you."

" Absolutely buddy, always." Steve smiled and pat my shoulder. " Let's get out of here guys, let them finish up so they can get to celebrating."

They hugged and congratulated us again then went over to the rest of Corroded Coffin to say goodbye.

" Eddie, I'm ready to celebrate." My sweetheart looked up at me and smirked ." I have been waiting to celebrate all .Night . Long."

I kissed the tip of her nose." I know you have Dollface-"

" You guys rocked the house!" Rodney walked over smiling, actually smiling again. "You boys brought in a crowd and made me some real fucking money. There hasn't been a crowd here like that since , hell, I don't think I have ever had a crowd like that . You boys are welcome to come back and play anytime."

" Maybe we can work something out Rodney. I'm sure we can make something happen. It just won't be once a week, with work and kids and all. We'll talk won't we guys." Jeff smiled.

"Tonight was fucking awesome. Being on stage again-" Scotty shook his head, " I would be up for that again."

" Count me in." Gareth grinned.

I nodded." I'm all in. We'll figure something out Rodney and get back to you for sure."

" Excellent. Oh and Munson, congratulations. You 'll keep him in line , won't you Honey?" Rodney smirked.

She smiled up at me." Someone's got to."

" Why don't you guys just leave your stuff here for the night,come back tomorrow at 11, that way you guys can get the hell out of here. You put on one hell of a show."

We all nodded in agreement, we were all pretty ready to go, especially me. I couldn't wait to met my sweet girl home and finally take her to bed.

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" Eddie , I want you so fucking bad."

I had to use every bit of willpower I had not to pull over on the side of the road and just fuck her right there. She had slid beside me and started kissing my neck, running her hand along my thigh, over my cock.

" Sweetheart, your going to make me drive off the fucking road." Thank god we were only about two minutes away. We were both so fucking horny, both about ready to burst at the seams, literally, my dick was so hard right now, it was painfully stretching out my pants.

" I've wanted you all night and every time I wanted to sneak you away someone came along and ruined it." She bit my ear. Fuck.

When we got to the hotel we practically jumped out of the car and ran for our room. I pinned her up against the door and kissed her hard, and she squeezed my ass as she slid the keycard out of my pocket.

I pulled away, biting her lip, leaving her panting. I wrapped one arm around her and opened the door, turned on the light.

The hotel staff had delivered. There were rose petals scattered everywhere, in a heart pattern on the bed, in the giant tub and as promised champagne chilling in a bucket on the stand by the bed.

" Oh Eddie," My sweet Angel brought a hand to her mouth, than looked up at me , eyes wide." Did you do this?"

" Well I didn't personally, I asked the front desk if they could do something with roses-"

She grabbed onto me and kissed me, kissed me so hard that I was fucking breathless. When we pulled apart I could see that she had a tear rolling down her face. I kissed it away , the salty wetness on my lips. I rubbed her cheek with my thumb.

" I'm so incredibly happy right now, I, I don't even have the words Eddie," she looked up at me with her big doe eyes and I swear I felt like my heart was going to burst." This whole night has been amazing, I never in a million years could have dreamed of anything more special. I love you, so, SO much Eddie Munson. Thank you."

I smiled." No Princess, thank you. The time that I have spent with you has been the happiest time of my life. I love you so fucking much. I wanted to show you how much you mean to me, I know I'm not a romantic guy-"

She laughed." Not a romantic guy? Baby, you proposed to me in front of an entire crowd of people at a show then brought me back to a hotel room that was decorated in rose petals and that isn't romantic?"

I chuckled. " I was hoping you would think it was, I kept going back and forth between proposing at a quiet dinner, or like at a picnic in the woods or something like that-"

" Baby, this was perfect, and very metal proposal by the way." She smiled and wrapped her arms around me. " I still can't believe it is real. I can't wait to marry you. I would marry you this second if I could."

" You deserve the wedding of your dreams Sweetheart."

" We could get married at a courthouse or a cheesy chapel in Vegas , as long as you are waiting for me at the end of the aisle Baby, that is all that matters."

I smiled again, my fucking cheeks hurt from smiling so much." I fucking love you." I slowly walked her backwards towards the nearest chair in the room. "Let me show you how much I love you Darling." I carefully sat her down than dropped to my knees.

I gently lifted her foot in my hand and slid off her high heel shoe, kissed her ankle, then carefully placed her foot on the floor. I repeated the action with the other foot and swore that I heard a little whimper as I did. I ran my hands slowly up her legs, pushing up her skirt as I got to her thighs, exposing her pretty lace covered pussy. Fuck. Black lace panties, my fucking weakness. I carefully pulled her ass to the edge of the chair, spread her legs wider and kissed the soft skin on the inside of her thigh. I heard her breathing hitch and I smiled as I continued kissing my way up to the soft mound between her legs, then pressing a kiss into the lace. She was already fucking wet, I could feel it through her panties. Fuck. I slid my hands up and hooked the thin material with my fingers , pulling it down, and discarding the panties to the floor. My own breath was ragged, it was going to take every morsel of my being to stay in control and not nut in my pants. " I have been waiting to taste you all fucking night." I slowly licked up her slit,than teased her clit with my tongue. “ I’m fucking addicted to the way you taste.”

She moaned my name and then I dove in. I licked, sucked and lapped at her like I was a starved man and she was my first meal I had had in ages. I felt her hands in my hair, gently tugging, I groaned, she gasped. I slid a finger, two fingers inside her , circled her clit with my thumb.

" Eddie, oh god Eddie, I'm going to cum, oh god!" Her hips bucked as she rode my fingers,and she made a noise that I was sure was going to end me. I lapped up her release and kissed the inside of her legs as she melted back into the chair.

I sat up and kissed her exposed tummy, bit at the peaked nipples under her shirt and she shivered. " How was that My Love?" I rested my head on her chest, I could hear her heartbeat returning to its normal rate.

" It was fucking outstanding. " She breathed.

" I do aim to please. "

" Every single time. I thought I was going to explode the minute you kissed my panties."

" Really?"

" Five hours Baby, five hours I watched your sexy ass on that stage, strutting around, finger's flying, head thrown back, arm muscles flexing. It was practically 5 hours of foreplay."

I laughed. " Well I hope I was able to release some of the tension."

" There is still some there you are going to need to work out."

I reached up and kissed her lips." I will make sure you are fully satisfied but first I am going to run us a bath, pop open the bubbly and we are going to soak in a luxurious tub of bubbles and roses."

" Sounds like heaven."

" Anything for my Angel." I winked at her then jumped up and started the water in the tub. I undressed her, placing kisses along her soft skin,she undressed me and it was a relief to get those fucking pants off. She slowly sank into the tub and I opened the champagne, poured her a glass and handed it to her. I grabbed myself a glass than lowered myself into the warm water. It felt fucking amazing.

" Here's to us, our love and our future together." We clicked our flutes together , took a sip then enjoyed the warmth that surrounded us.

When we were sufficiently tipsy , relaxed and wrinkled, we got out and toweled each other off, hands roaming, fingers lingering.

" Look at it baby," I watched my girls hand slowly drifting down my abs ,making my stomach muscles tighten, then lower to my happy trail , then lower... she wrapped her and around my dick and pumped my shaft. I groaned. " Look at the way the ring sparkles when I stroke your cock. Isn't it pretty?" She kissed and nipped at my neck. I got goosebumps.

"Mmm, So fucking pretty. Mmm, that feels real nice Princess."

" I have been waiting all night to touch you. "

" I know Doll."

" I want you to fuck me."

" No."

She pulled away and looked up at me, surprised.I smiled." My future wife deserves to be tenderly made love to on a bed full of rose petals ."

She smiled. " Your future wife. I love the sound of that."

" So do I." I scooped her up in my arms and walked over to the bed, gently laying her down in the middle of the rose petal heart . Her hair was spread out beneath her head, her naked body, fuck, was just absolutely incredible. She placed her ringed hand over her heart and smiled. I wish I could have taken a picture. I stared at her a moment trying to etch this vision into my brain forever.She was stunning." Your beautiful, and your fucking mine." The restraint that I had shown all night disappeared, I couldn't wait any more. I crawled up on top of her and kissed her, kissed and licked every fucking inch of her, until she begged me to stop.

" Eddie , please stop teasing me, I need you inside me . " She pleaded.

I ran the head of my cock through her slick folds, nudging at clit. So fucking warm and wet. She whined, I clenched my teeth together. It had been waiting for this all fucking night. My cock was aching for her. I lined myself up with her entrance and slowly plunged in.

" Jesus fucking Christ," I swear to god my eyes rolled into the back of my head. " This feels like fucking heaven. You feel like heaven." I pulled back my hips then rolled into her again and again and again, her warm, tight, pussy stretching to accommodate my size. Perfect, so fucking perfect , like it was made just for me.” Fuuuckk.” Goddamn, it felt so good.

Pretty noises spilled from her lips as I thrusted deep inside her.

" Mmmmm, So good, Eddie, feels so fucking good. Ooohhh,"

I drew a nipple into my mouth, rolled it with my tongue and pulled off with a pop. She gasped. I planted my forearms on either side of her head and dipped down again to kiss her. " Do you like the way I fuck you, Mrs. Munson?"

She groaned as I slammed into her. "Say it again Eddie, please-" she murmured into my lips, her hips rose to meet mine, our bodies slapping together.I was so fucking deep-

" Do you like how I FUCK you- my future wife, " I pounded into her with every word I spoke." My fucking Queen,Future Mrs. Munson?"

I could feel her walls clenching around me, her nails digging into my skin, and her cries of ecstasy, fuck, put me right over the edge.

" That's it love, cum with me, that's my girl, my sweet fucking girl." I was thanking fucking god that she had found her release because I could not have made it one more second.

I rested my forehead on hers, " Fuck, fuck, fuck." I babbled as as I came, hard. My body shook and I collapsed on top of her, panting,our sweaty bodies sticking together,

" I love you," I buried my face in her neck, " I'm so fucking lucky that you are my forever."

" Aww Baby." She kissed the top of my head and pulled me into her breasts." I can't wait to spend my forever with you. I can't wait to be Mrs. Edward Munson."

" The Munson's." I kissed the top of her breasts than lifted up my head to look down at her beautiful face. " I am keeping my promise to you now Sweetheart ."

" Your promise?"

" Now that I've got you I’m holding on and I'm never,ever fucking letting you go."

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Alright Lovlies, decision time! So he did it, he finally fucking did it, he proposed 💍! Our favorite Dilf is going to get his happy ending, (in more ways than one😂). Should our happy couple:

A) Run off to Vegas and get married in a chapel with just friends there to support them and witness the nuptials?

B) Wait and have a big extravagant wedding that we know Readers Mother has been waiting for her whole life, her father, not so much, probably wouldn’t walk her down the aisle, or attend but screw him, it would still be magical.

C) Get married in a secret ceremony, just the two of them, because they want to make it official sooo fucking bad, then have the “ real” wedding of their dreams? Could you imagine our boy standing at the end of the aisle crying because he is so overwhelmed by how beautiful you look in your fluffy white gown and veil?

D) It’s a surprise! You won’t find out until I write and post it!

As always, thank you for reading! Comments and feedback are so important to me, please, PLEASE, let me know what you think. Also please re-blog if you like it, it means the world to me❤️

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