#Eddie Munson/you

[eddiemunsonsmum]

Eddie loves morning sex. The kind of groggy, sloppy sex that comes with being half asleep. Both eyes closed, in an out of the dream realm. Sensation, the only thing in the room. No thoughts behind actions other than wanting to feel each other.

It starts with innocent shifting. Hands pulling and repositioning. His morning wood brushing up against your thigh in a way that feels so delicious to his sleep-addled mind. Hands go from pulling and shifting to grabbing and holding. He has handfuls of you and now he's grinding lazily against your core. Your hands are moving too because he's squeezing and moaning and he’s so hot in all the right places.

Before you know it, he’s pressing into you and you are so wet and ready for him. It doesn’t take long until he’s coming undone. His face hiding in your neck as he huffs and bucks against you at an uneven pace. His tip grinding against your insides and dragging you closer to release with every thrust. His thumb lazily circling your clit. Speeding up with his own stuttered movements as he hurdles towards climax. His hips stammering as he tries desperately to get you there before him but he’s sleepy and he's losing the battle.

A long, lazy moan emanates from somewhere deep inside your gut as you reach your peak. Floating along the rolling waves of pleasure and feeling Eddie falter.

He lets out a low groan that vibrates against your collarbone as he cums hard, burying himself to the hilt and trembling through his release. Your body milking him of every drop.

You're both still. Bodies humming with post sex hormones that help you drift back off to sleep. Waking up a few hours later after the best nap of your lives and wondering if it actually happened or if it was all a dream.

[moonbeamsandmayhem]

Idea for smutty request: virgin Eddie who has never even eaten a girl out so he asks if he can practice by eating reader’s pussy…. Ofc reader says yes cos she’s had a crush on Eddie for forever

a/n: I’ve been working on this for months. So for that, I apologize!

warnings: reader with titties, cunningulus, mentions of a shitty ex-partner. I think that’s it. Please let me know if I missed anything.

“You sure?”

“Ed—.”

He held up his hands in defeat, licking his lips anxiously. “I just wanna — I don’t wanna fuck this,” and he gestures between the two of you, “Up. Our friendship. You know?”

“I know.”

Eddie stares at you, deep brown boring into you as if looking for a flicker of doubt. There was none. Your friendship with him meant the world, and when he approached you with his request, well. You could never deny him anything. Your heart stammered and you could feel your cheeks heat, but you agreed.

His room had always been a safe space. The smell of old spice, burning wood, and Marlboro’s infiltrated your lungs, causing the tension in your body to uncoil. Ever the gentleman, Eddie made sure to clean up for you, have bottled water on the bedside table and extra pillows at the ready.

You started to shimmy out of your shorts, but Eddie’s hands replaced yours, fingers caressing every bit of skin as it’s revealed. “You’re so fucking pretty,” his tone is awe-struck as if he’s seeing you for the first time. Thighs squeeze together and he takes note, a sly little smile curling his lips. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?”

“Nothing.”

He lifts a brow.

“Promise. Just never been referred to as ‘pretty’ before.”

The metal head blinks at you slowly as if he can’t process what you’re saying. “Not even Chad or whatever-the-fuck that dick ex’s name is?”

You shake your head.

“Asshole.” Eddie declares, strong hands finding yours, fingers threading together. “If you were mine… I’d tell you every damn day. You’re gorgeous. Not that you need my or anyone else’s validation.” His eyes soften, “Thank you for this.” It’s the first time you see a hint of vulnerability cross his features cutting through all the bravado. It makes your chest squeeze with affection.

He wastes no time, peeling away your underwear. You resist the urge to slam your legs together, shyness taking over. “No hiding,” as if he can read your thoughts, his eyes are the softest brown, pools of warmth you could get lost in.

Eddie kisses along your thighs, nipping gently, experimentally. Your breath hitches and he chuckles, hot breath fanning over you. A whine emits from the very back of your throat. “Sensitive little thing, ain’t ya?” He licks his lips before he leans forward, kissing directly onto your seam, head buried between your legs. He nestles his nose against the thatch of curls there, breathing in your scent.

Eddie’s breath is warm, the flat of his tongue dares to spread you apart for him, flicking upward toward your clit. He’s slow, calculated, watching your expressions for some guidance.

“Jesus Christ,” you moan, he takes a part of your labia into his mouth and sucks softly, humming around you , “you’re - you’re sure you’ve never done this b-before?”

You can feel him smile against your cunt, before his tongue dips, finding your entrance. You gasp, hands grabbing those wild locks of his, tugging sharply. He groans, deep and reverberating, the muscle curling inside of you, working in and out, searching for that spot. You grind your hips down, desperate for more friction. “God, Eddie - fuck -!” It doesn’t take much before you’re arching off the bed.

“Mmmhm.” He’s drinking you down, lapping and slurping at everything you have to offer. A calloused thumb finds your neglected clit, circling it in tandem with the actions of his mouth. Your own hangs open, spewing expletives, moans, praises, gibberish and Eddie revels in it.

The coil in your stomach snaps sooner than you’d like and you’re cumming, clenching around his tongue while white hot pleasure burns through you. He continues, working you through your climax until you’re pulling him off, tears streaming down your face. You both lock gazes, his cheeks are rosy, lips covered in your spend, eyes heavy with lust. As for you, your face is covered in a light sheen of sweat, your body flush.

Eddie makes his way up to you, caging you in between his arms, hair falling in curtains to frame his face. He reaches up to wipe away a stray tear.

It’s just the two of you against the world, all panting breathes and longing gazes.

He looks at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. For a second you feel a pang of fear that maybe he was having second thoughts. That this whole thing was a mistake and you should just forget it.

“Can I kiss you?” He finally asks.

You blink owlishly.

“Or - or we can not do that - that was a stupid suggestion, forget I said any- .”

“Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

“Thank fuck.”

[jaebeomsbitch]

My First Kiss (E.M.)

PT: II coming soon

Summary: Eddie finds out you’ve never kissed anyone before and offers to teach you.

Warnings: Minors DNI!!! Kissing, some light touching, cursing.

A/N: this was supposed to be a short one haha. Not edited!

“It was traumatic! She left saliva all over my face, maybe she was part dog” Eddie dramatizes, hands swinging wildly, the tv playing low in the background. You can’t help but laugh along as if you understand. All you can really do is imagine.

You cant help the look of disgust on your face before smiling.

“Oh yeah your battle scars run deep” you giggle pushing his thigh with your foot.

“I feel like it’s worse for girls, isn’t it?” He asks.

You quickly look down, cheeks blooming red like a spring flower in the morning.

“I- u-uh uhm— I” you stutter.

Eddie’s eyes furrow, it’s incredibly uncharacteristic for you to be this flustered especially after knowing you so long.

“I- I wouldn’t know” you mumble, shaking your hair out and curtaining yourself away from your best friend.

“You want me to teach you?” He asks, his tone a lot raspier than you remember two seconds ago.

“W-what? N-no that’d be weird” you stammer as your gaze snaps up towards Eddie.

“C’mon it’s just a kiss, it doesn’t have to mean anything or change anything” he says, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. Something so normal for the two of you that now feels weirdly charged. You stare at him like a fish out of water, mouth open, eyes wide as you contemplate.

“You can trust me, sweetheart” he says softly. Your eyelashes flutter, you hate that your stomach flips when he cups your cheek.

“I know, I know— jus’” you swallow hard looking up at him.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want. I’ll always take care of you” he says softly.

“It’s not gonna change anything? You’ll still be you and I’ll still be me?” You ask, heart thumping hard against your ribcage.

“Yeah, just me and you. Always” he murmurs.

“Okay,” you whisper after a beat.

His fingers weave through your hair, his touch gentle, as he cradles the back of your head. You twist your bodies, the angle awkward but not as awkward as you feel.

"Okay," He echoes, his tone soft. His gaze holds yours, his attention intense, as he commits himself to making this experience good for you. With a tender smile, he tilts his head, his lips inches from yours, as he prepares to take your first kiss. Your breath hitches, hands fisting his shirt.

His mouth hovers above yours, his warm breath dancing across your skin, as he senses your nervousness. He pauses, his lips barely grazing yours, as he allows you to anchor yourself. His fingers tighten in your hair, his grip reassuring, as he remains motionless, waiting for your cue.

Your breath shakes as you your lips approach his, eyes clamming shut, gasping when your lips press against his. You end up tugging at his shirt, Eddie grunts as his arm slips pressing his body into yours.

“Easy, sweetheart” he says pulling away from your mouth when he realizes you’re shaking.

“You’re safe with me,” he runs his fingers through your hair, trying to calm your frazzled nerves.

“I’m okay- I’m okay. Just wasn’t expecting this” you say.

“Shit” he looks down, moving off of you.

“Sorry” he straightens out his shirt. You don’t miss the light dusting of pink on the tips of his ears.

You smile softly when you realize despite his usual suave manner he’s also nervous.

“S’kay” you hum, letting yourself fall back onto the couch. You can feel his gaze burning through you. As the silence rings loud in Eddie’s trailer the awkwardness starts to grow. This sense of dread starts pressing into your chest, it’s almost suffocating. You sit up abruptly, startling Eddie in the process.

“Jesus Christ!” He says clutching his chest.

“Sorry” you laugh, feeling the tension lighten instantly.

“Why were you sitting up like you’re fucking…Pazuzu?” He asks, struggling to cross his legs on the small couch. You shift back to give him more room.

“Nothing, just wanted to try again”you try to say nonchalantly, totally not like your heart beat is in your throat and you want to vomit with anxiety.

“Oh, yeah?” He says, that smile back on his lips. The one you’ve accustomed to seeing whenever he proves you wrong or beats you at skeeball.

You roll your eyes, “yeah but only if you don’t crush me in the process again.”

“I’m a growing boy!” He protests, moving to sit against the couch cushions again.

“You’re twenty five,” you deadpan.

“And yet you still want you kiss me” he grins, grabbing your elbow and pulling you towards him gently.

“Technically you asked to kiss me so I think you want to kiss me more” you tease, crawling over to him.

“Maybe I do” he smiles grabbing your hip and bringing your leg over his until you’re straddling him.

“Yeah right” you chuckle, brushing his hair back. You feel the way his hands slide down your hips to wrap around the backs of your thighs, your heart beat racing so fast you think you might have a heart attack.

“I’m serious,” he says, looking up at you with those big brown eyes.

“No you’re not” you laugh, not believing your player of a best friend for a second.

“Yes, I am” he says. Your eyebrows furrow as you look down at him.

“No you’re not” you shake your head. His hand comes up to cradle the back of your head forcing you to look at him. Your lips brush ever so slightly causing you to lose your breath.

“Yes I do” he whispers

“Eds…” your voice shakes, your hands finding his shoulders for some stability as everything you know starts to fall apart.

“I wanna kiss you sweets… please” he sounds so pathetic in the best of ways. You can’t help but squeeze his shoulders.

“I- I-“ you struggle with your desires and your logic.

“Just feel baby” he whispers, hand squeezing your thigh softly.

You swallow hard before pressing your lips to his, hands tangled in his knotted hair. You’re incredibly clumsy but Eddie doesn’t mind, not when he can feel his lips tingle with sparks.

Your fingers dig harder into his shoulders as you start to find your rhythm. Just when you start to get comfortable he squeezes your ass pressing your chest into his, not wanting to leave any space between you two. You moan as your hips press into his. You can feel the thick bulge through the stupidly short shorts he wears.

“Eddie” you pant as he starts pressing kisses down your neck.

“Mhm” he hums against your skin, sucking on it and leaving purple bruises.

“Fuck— m-maybe we’re going too fast?” You struggle to keep your thoughts together. He pulls back “You ‘kay?” He asks, his hand holding your jaw.

You nod, noticing how disheveled he looks. His hair mussed and tangled, lips puffy and dark pink, the collar of his shirt slightly stretched.

“M’okay” you lick your lips self consciously.

“What’s going through that beautiful head of yours?” He asks, his thumb rubbing your cheek back and forth.

“That we’re about to fuck everything up” you whisper.

“We’re not gonna fuck it up” Eddie responds immediately.

“I like you, I’ve liked you, I’ll continue to follow you around like a little lost puppy dog even if you don’t wanna kiss me again but we’re not gonna fuck us up” he says holding your face making sure you understand him clearly. Your mind reels as Eddie drops the thin vein, the one thing that kept the reality of what’s going on between you to unspoken.

“Eds…” you whisper.

“N-no it’s fine” he says, lowering his hands from your face as the embarrassment of being rejected sets in. Eddie is used you rejection but he actually likes you, it’s not some one night stand with a stranger.

“No, no hold on. I’m not saying no” you rush.

“I like you but— but you’re you and I’m… me” you say squeezing his shoulders

“What the fuck does that even mean?” He asks, his tone a little harsher than he means to be.

You flinch at this new side of your best friend.

“Nothing, it doesn’t mean nothing” you sigh, he won’t get.

“Tell me” he says grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him. You swallow hard as you’re met with those big brown pleading eyes of his.

“You’re hot and I’m—“ you trail off.

“You’re what?” He pushes you again.

“A hideous monster that no one would ever look at” you murmur. You don’t have time to react before his lips are on yours, they’re not soft and patient like before. It’s angry and you find it hard to keep up but it feels like Eddie is swallowing you whole.

“Shut the fuck up, if I ever hear you talk ‘bout yourself that way again I’ll make sure you forget about all those stupid little thoughts, yeah?” He says, eyes wide. He looks pissed, more angry than you’ve seen him when he’s just off of work and customer was being an asshole.

“I- uhm okay” you stammer

“S’what I thought. Good girl” he breathes out a sigh, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. You hate that your mind does blank as soon as the praise slips out of his pink lips, your body still as he falls back on the couch. His hands haven’t left the backs of your thighs, no. Instead he’s started tracing patterns onto the sensitive skin.

Every piece of your best friend is tantalizing whether he realizes it or not. It’s so easy to fall for his charm, especially when it includes those big brown eyes of his. You’d fallen for Eddie far too long ago, before the leather jackets and metal music. Back when scraped knees and soft kisses to your marred skin were innocent.

[undead-supernova]

Boring! / Masterlist

(part two here)

Playlist

pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

plot: despite being intimidated by your confidence, Eddie decides to try and talk to you (and it pays off)

warnings: drinking, men acting weird, reader being sure of herself and extroverted, Eddie being a little subby 'cause he's a cutie pie, making out, no smut

wc: 2.4k

inspo: this last week I have become obsessed with Lil Mariko's music, specifically Don't Touch, Boring, I'm Baby, Hi, I'm a Slut, etc. I was inspired by her attitude and her sound to create a reader that I don't ever see but want! I include some of her lyrics in here as dialogue so go check her out and support her thanks!

(can you tell I'm a slut for girlypop trap metal/screamo? also wow I love this so much)

Eddie was a sucker for going to parties alone.

It wasn’t like he tried to, but considering all his other friends ended up at other colleges, Eddie felt compelled to at least try to meet people. But it was for naught, just a bout of self-sabotage and eye rolls at himself. He would end up sitting by himself on a beer-stained couch, drink in one hand and a joint in another. Bitterly filling the house with smoke. And, Jesus, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d even spoken to anyone.

But then…well…

“Wow, what a sad bitch. Too bad money can’t buy you a personality. I’d buy one for you, but I won’t. You’re just so fucking lame.”

You threw a drink in some guy’s face, laughing hysterically as you watched him practically growl in anger. With a hand on your hip, sharp nails grazing a short silk dress, you looked like a wild lioness in an arena. Like you were ready to take a bite out of this dude and revel in his blood. Chew on his pound of flesh.

“Slut!” he shouted.

“Awh, thank you!” you exclaimed, your grin almost maniacal. Glossed lips somehow glimmering in the dim lighting. “Too bad you have to fucking grope women in order to get one to notice you.” Another laugh left your lips. “I should get a goddamn restraining order on you, shitdick.”

It was in that moment that Eddie fell in love with you.

Well, okay, he didn’t actually fall in love with you. But, god, he knew he could.

You were just so sure of yourself, always in control of the situation at hand. A dominating presence that commanded whatever room you were in. It was this magnetism that drew him to you, never leaving his sight whenever you showed up.

No matter how many times he had a knee jerk reaction to get involved when men wouldn’t keep their hands to themselves, you were always one step ahead. He’d watched you slap someone, kick them in the shins, in the balls, and even landed a nice right hook. All in your short dresses and six-inch heels. All sparkly and put together. 

It made him weak, utterly susceptible to whatever it is that made you so alluring. This feminine rage, this disdain at the idea that women couldn’t be impolite. You let it be known that that was far from your mind. It wasn’t even defiance—it was just you.

And no matter the genre, you were moving and laughing with your friends. Practically gassing each other up as you grinded on one another. Eddie would take another six puffs of his joint, trying to let the smoke billow enough that he wouldn’t keep checking you out. But it was to no avail.

It was this itch in his brain, something only you could scratch. And he didn’t even know your name. No knowledge of your major or your preferences or whether you’d think he was as pretty as he found you to be. He thought it would always be this way.

Until Eddie thought that enough was enough. It was another Saturday party that you’d shown up to. He was back on that couch, back in that uncomfortable, stuffy attitude. You were standing around with your friends, finishing off a red solo cup and reapplying lip gloss over your lipstick. Carefully, methodically. 

It was a crime and he knew he needed to commit one himself before he’d regret it.

“Fuck it,” Eddie muttered, pushing himself off of the couch and heading towards you. Smoothed out his hair, checked to make sure he still smelled good. Made sure his rings were straightened.

It felt like some kind of fate, the way your friends moved over to refill their cups as he approached. How prophetic, being able to get your attention with just a turn of your head. Put your hands on your hips.

“Uh, hi,” he started, immediately resisting the urge to wince at his awkwardness. Where the hell was his game? Did it run away because it was you?

You tilted your head, looking him up and down before smiling. Smiling. “Hi, there.”

“I’m Eddie.”

You giggled, looking slightly confused as you gave him yours. But in the smile that came after, he could tell you were amused. 

“Hi, Eddie,” you said after your introduction. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”

“Well,” he started, trying to formulate a sentence. “I’ve seen you around and I thought you seemed cool.”

“Oh, yeah?” you egged on, raising an eyebrow.

He silently nodded.

“I like your tattoos,” you complimented, still grazing his body with your eyes, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth. Eddie felt so exposed, so vulnerable to your gaze, nearly desperate for you to look him in the eye again. It would be easier than whatever you were starting to do to him.

But instead, you touched his left forearm arm and he froze. Literally froze. 

“What’s this one all about?” you asked, tapping it with your pointer finger. Goosebumps flooded his arm as you traced it with the digit, your nail scratching at his skin. It was the most recent addition, a fiery red dragon with spurts of fire flicking off the sides and a black D20 wrapped inside its tail. 

“Uh,” he started, blinking a few times as he tried to regain his composure. “I got it a few weeks ago. It’s, uh, a D&D thing?” 

He didn’t mean for it to come out like a question but, to be honest, if you kept touching him like that, he was really going to embarrass himself. Well, not him. His dick. How pathetic.

Your eyebrows lifted again. “D&D?”

“Yeah, Dungeons & Dragons.”

“You know, I’ve heard of that,” you said with a small smile, removing your fingers before crossing your arms over your chest. Leaned back, sized him up. “But you should tell me more about it.”

“R-really?”

“Yeah, really,” you replied with a chuckle. “Tell me about this thing it’s holding. What is that?”

“Well, it’s called a D-Twenty. It’s a dice that has twenty sides and, like, when you roll it, you get any number between one and twenty. It’s one of those things where the dice have rules and if you get below a fourteen, you’re destined to fail but if you go above a fourteen, you’re more likely to succeed. But then if you get a one then it’s called, uh, a critical failure. Automatic fail, you know? But if you get a twenty—”

“Hold on,” you said, holding up your hand as you glanced behind him. “Give me a minute.”

Eddie watched you walk past him, frozen in place. He’d really lost his chance, hadn’t he? He should’ve known better than to let himself actually talk about D&D. It was stupid! Absolutely pointless! A girl like you would never want to listen to someone blabber about a fucking fantasy game.

He should’ve known better.

The sound of your heels felt deafening as you stalked up to a guy and snapped your fingers in his face. "You've been staring at me for, like, a fucking hour. Can I help you?” The guy just stared. “Like, what's your problem? If you get near me, if you try to touch me? I swear to god, shitdick, I will take my Louboutins and castrate you."      

Blubbering like a goddamn fish, the dude scratched at his head, clearly trying to come up with some kind of retort. “Hey, don’t fucking say shit to me when you’re putting it all out there for free. You expect guys to not wanna fuck you when your ass is out?”

Eddie’s fists clenched, ready to throw a punch before you had him beat.

“Yawn,” you moaned, dramatically stretching your arms out like you were getting ready for bed. “Can you shut the fuck up? I’m falling asleep listening to you. You’re so fucking boring.” 

He stopped talking. The douche bag actually stopped, opting to stare at you with wide eyes as you absolutely annihilated him.

“You’re just talking to yourself at this point. Like, seriously, you’re fucking boring. Don’t talk to me."

That was when Eddie turned away, reasoning with himself that he lost your interest. He was just gonna be next, another weirdo that didn’t deserve your time. And, to be fair, he’d get it. Hell, he’d leave you the fuck alone forever if you said so. But he still had a grip on his pride, tucking his tail and ready to flee.

Eddie nearly gasped as he felt a pull on one of his belt loops, unable to process in time when you tugged him back towards you, face dangerously close to his. Your eyes tracing the lines of his lips as he struggled to breathe.

"Excuse me?” you nearly whispered. “Where do you think you're going? I didn't say you were boring, did I?"

“Ah,” he breathed, his heart racing as your grip tightened on his jeans. “N-no, I guess not.”

That earned a smile from you. “Exactly,” you said, louder this time. “Keep talking, pretty boy.”

As Eddie kept explaining the dice, you took his hand, holding it over your shoulder as you guided him back over to that couch he had been sulking on. Not once did he stop rambling, feeling compelled as you gave him little “mhm”s and “oh, yeah?”s that sounded like goddamn moans. 

Nearly pushed him down to the cushion, crossing your legs as you actively listened. Actively listened. 

Only interrupting when you lightly touched his long locks and asked, “Is this okay?” 

And he nodded, stunned at you asking for his permission. Then you were telling him to keep going. With your pretty fingers wrapping around one of his curls, eyes nearly starry as he went along.

God, where did you come from? And how could he ever be the same?

“You’re so cool,” you said when he’d finally decided to shut up. “Really smart.”

“Nah,” he scoffed, trying to keep the heat from rushing to his cheeks. “I just have, like, specific interests.”

“That you know everything about,” you pointed out, pressing your pointer finger to his cheek. “I don’t think I could memorize all of that.”

“Well, what do you like?” he asked, now feeling more sure of himself. 

You chuckled. “Is this when you ask me what my major is?”

Eddie couldn’t help but roll his eyes, all too aware of the stereotypical conversation starter. And to quote you earlier: Yawn.

“How many guys have tried that?” he wondered. “And how many did you kick in the face?”

That earned a grin from you, something all proud and appreciative. Like he cracked some goddamn code. 

“Too many to count,” you responded, shaking your head. “But because I think you’re sweet, I’ll tell you the truth. I’m undecided. I think I could look into art history or literary analysis. I just want to make the right choice before I commit to it.”

Eddie nodded, feeling electricity begin to sparkle in his chest as you went into detail about your favorite female artists and poets, how you’d spent the last few months becoming obsessed with analysis. How you pictured it as a web of tangled strings that you meticulously unraveled. 

And the more you talked, the more he yearned for you to keep going. Keep filling his head with your thoughts and ideas. 

Then you said the one thing that brought him to nirvana.

“Can I kiss you?” you asked.

“Absolutely,” he answered immediately.

And then your lips were on his.

And it was a magical experience to have your lipstick flood his mouth, growing feverish as the flavor faded and he could now only taste you. 

Now, Eddie didn’t consider himself to be submissive, per se. But he certainly had no problem letting you lead the way, wrapping his curls in your fingers, your nails, and tugging him wherever you wanted. Gnashing teeth, the little moan that escaped your mouth as your tongue curled around his. 

And if his boner hadn’t been visible before, he knew damn well it was now, especially when your other hand met the back of his neck, your nails painstakingly slow as they scraped down to his shoulders. A whine left his lips, all shaky and high-pitched. A fucking whine in the middle of some party at some loser’s house.

But it only drove you further, biting his lips and whispering, “That’s a good boy, hm?”

He gasped. And as if you knew the embarrassment was starting to pool in his stomach, you threw your leg over his waist and returned the noise. Moved your lips to his jaw and raked your teeth over his neck.

And when Eddie had enough strength to open his eyes, he nearly groaned again at your exposed thigh, dress rising up over the curl of your ass. But Eddie felt nervous to touch you, felt nervous to let himself indulge. Not when you hadn’t given permission. 

You weren’t delicate, he knew this. A woman with the power and grace of royalty, waltzing around parties with all that intelligence; all that bark that also bites. 

He wanted you to be his.

Putting his hand on your shoulder, you backed away. Stared up at him through your eyelashes, lipstick smothered around your mouth.

“I, um, I know, like, you may want to go somewhere, but,” Eddie began to stutter, trying to get the blood away from his cock. Focus, focus. “I’d rather take you out on a date first.”

And that’s when he saw you grin. It wasn’t all dominant and flirty. No, it was something genuine, all bashful with your shoulders turning inward. Was he…did his words leave you shy?

“You want to take me out on a date?” you asked.

“Of course I do. I’ve wanted to for a while now.”

“Um, I’d really like that,” you said with a nod. “Keep telling me about that game, though,” you demanded lightly, taking your thumb and attempting to wipe your lipstick from his mouth. He started to try and return the gesture, causing you to giggle. “‘Cause I have some very important questions.”

The rest of the night and early morning was spent spilling knowledge into one another, always listening. Always finding each other’s lips again, quiet whispers of Is this okay? and You taste really nice and Would you keep talking?

When the night ended and he drove you back to your dorm, you made a promise of dinner and a trip around a museum. Made him promise you three times before he gave you a wink and a chuckle.

And it sounded damn near crazy, but maybe Eddie really was in love.

thank you for the lovely divider @strangergraphics :')

[jadewritesficshere]

Would you rather

Eddie Munson x Reader

Synopsis: Eddie asks you a question late in the night (<1k words)

Contains: reader is not gendered, hypothetical questions, discussions of sex and oral sex (there is a reference to messy sex, specifically spit, but only one line and not in detail), clowns

18+only

You're laying on your side staring at the wall when his voice pierces the quiet. "Are you awake?" Eddie whispers in the dark. It's almost 2am. The last remnants of weed in your system should have made it easy to fall asleep, but not tonight. You roll onto your back and look over at him," Yeah?"

Eddie shuffles in the bed closer to you," Got a question." Eddie's hand lightly touches your arm, taps it a few times as if to make sure you were there, before retreating. His hand lays next to you, close enough you can feel the warmth. "It's pretty serious." He mumbles.

You can feel your heart beat faster. A pretty serious question could mean anything. Maybe it's about the Upside Down, maybe about your future togeth-

"Would you rather be considered the world's best kisser but be terrible at sex, or be the best at sex but a terrible kisser?"

You pause for a moment.

"That's your question?" You shake your head smiling. The bed shifts as Eddie presses his face into his pillow as if to hide," Nevermind, it's dum-" "It's not dumb! I'm just thinking." Your hand grasps his, squeezing it lightly. "Do i have time to make a pros and cons list?"

"Gut instinct." Eddie pokes at your side and you slap his hand away. "Clarification, does oral count as sex or kissing?" "Hmm," Eddie's brow furrows," I mean it's called oral sex right? So that implies sex."

"Oh then a terrible kisser and good at sex. Good for you and me right? Besides, what's a terrible kiss? A lil messy? You like that-" "Okay shut up!" Eddie slaps you with his pillow causing you to chuckle. Eddie shakes his head before returning his pillow to where it was.

"Now you get to ask one." Eddie's fingers tap out a rhythm against your interlocked hand. You hum, thinking deeply,"Would you love me if I was a worm?" "Thats not a would you rather!" "Okay, would you love me if I was a worm rather then a human."

"That's not- that isn't," Eddie laughs," Okay sure, uh, are you a human sized worm or a regular worm?" "Worm sized." "Do you keep your ass?" You both giggle at the imagery.

"Imagine a worm with just a huge ass," you gasp out," Do worms even have asses?" You both continue to giggle quietly, the bed shaking slightly from your laughter.

"Yeah. I would still love you. I just wake up one day and you've turned into a worm? No, yeah of course I'd still love you. Then I'd go and find the witch that cursed you. I'd galavant through the trees, singing songs of your beauty and our love. Once I find the witch, I'd fall to my knees and beg for them to turn you back." Eddie rambles on, weaving a magical tale of adventure.

"Where am I in all this?" You ask kicking his shin lightly. Eddie traps your leg in his," In my pocket. I'll knit you a little blanket. Wrap it around you. Make you a lil bed and-" You gasp," Like Slimey?" "Like Slimey." Eddie agrees shifting closer to you.

Your eyes have adjusted well to the darkness. You can see his hair going every direction. His lips are slightly chapped but still kissable. His tank top has shifted, showing off a scandalous amount of skin, tattoos, sparse chest hair, and his nipple.

"Would you rather fuck a clown or a mime?" Eddie whispers. "I already fuck a clown i fuck you." You bite your lip to hold back your laughter

Eddie's shocked gasp has you that laughter escaping. "That's it! We're done!" Eddie jokingly pushes away from you as you protest with an "I'm kidding!".

You scoot closer, grasping onto his bicep. You kiss his cheek and continue to murmur apologies. Eddie sighs loudly as he wraps his arms around you. "Calling me a clown," Eddie makes a noise of disgust whilst shaking his head.

Your laughter settles as you gaze into Eddie's eyes. Your noses are almost touching. You can feel the warm exhale of his breath against your face. Eddie kisses you lightly before looking imploringly into your eyes," No, but which would you rather fuck?"

You pause a moment to think. A grin starts to spread across your face," All I can imagine is you go to grab a clown's ass and it just makes one of those squeaky horn noises." Eddie giggles and then mimicks the noise, lightly grabbing your ass.

For whatever reason, it sets you both off laughing. Maybe it's the imagery. Maybe it's the fact that it's 2 am and you both are sleep deprived. Maybe it's the fact you both feel safe and comfortable to be yourself around each other. Maybe it's the leftover weed in your systems.

"Imagine-" Eddie wheezes on a laugh," you go to remove the underwear and as you remove it- wheeze- more just keeps coming. Like those handkerchiefs that never end." The laughter in the room grows louder.

You can feel Eddie's body shake with laughter as he holds you close. Your eyes well up with tears as you imagine Eddie doing a sexy lil dance, removing a pair of underwear from under his skirt, and more keep coming as he said.

A banging on the door causes you both to jump. "Will you two shut up, some of us are trying to sleep!" Steve's grumpy, sleep-addled voice breaks through the silence. "Sorry!" Eddie calls bashful. "Waking me up...got an early shift...need my beauty sleep..fucking fools..." Steve mutters, footsteps sounding as he walks away.

"I think he means fucking clowns." You whisper in Eddie's ear. A fit of giggles fills the air again as you lay in each other's arms.

[dearest-nell]

turbulence

e. munson x reader, 1.7k

summary: you and eddie are taking your first real vacation together, but the turbulence of the flight is enough to make anyone regret their mode of travel includes: established reader x eddie, eddie being a comfort king, just a bunch of sweetness all round warnings: flight warnings, stormy skies, reader is terrified of flying and the flight is a bit rocky. no real danger.

a/n: shoutout to random images on pinterest for inspiring this one

How the hell you’d thought that this was a good idea was anyone’s guess. 

The idea had been so simple; you and Eddie had run yourselves into the ground to save up for your first overseas trip – his first one ever. Well… not quite overseas, though Eddie had very decidedly announced that Hawaii counted all the same. It had come from a thousand nights of cheap noodle dinners and canned tuna to garnish, leaving you sure that you never again would touch a pack of the grimy stuff. Double shifts and weekend overtime earned you enough money to get you to the airport, an excitable Eddie half trembling with the thrill of the journey. 

He’d been up almost the entire night before tossing and turning, eager hands squeezing at your waist as he tried his best not to wake you. Restlessness was par for the course with him, but even more so, this trip had him vibrating on an entirely new frequency. He’d never been out of state until he met you, had never seen a plane any larger than the size of his thumb held comparatively to the sky. The best part, though, was that he was getting to share this all with you. His life had been a constant stream of new experiences, a high he’d never had the pleasure of knowing until he felt what it was like to be loved so wholeheartedly by another. There was nothing so thrilling to him as the idea of basking in the sun with you, blissfully drunk and happily snuggled on a shared beachside lounge. 

Discount resort be damned, you’d been savvy in finding the best bargain the travel agent could offer. Eddie had never thought frugal spending could be so fucking sexy before. 

You, however, could not share his excitement with equal merriment. Sure, the holiday part sounded like a dream, and all of Eddie’s wishful thinking and imaginings had made you fall even more in love with the idea. Getting there, however, was another story, because unlike Eddie, you had been on a plane before. One time too many, if anyone were to ask. 

You did not like the small spaces, the recycled air, the uniform packaged meals that all somehow tasted like plastic. There was never enough room, always too much noise, and worst of all, nowhere to go. Every plane trip was spent with you counting down the minutes until your feet touched solid ground once more, a sensation you somehow seemed to forget with every passing travel until the next occurred. 

The dread had begun to build inside the airport, your hand clasped rigidly around the strap of Eddie’s backpack, his movements and your directions guiding your joined bodies through the chaos. If he knew something was wrong, he did not dare to comment. You were quieter than usual, after all, but it was easy enough to chalk that up to the obnoxiously early flight you were catching. It was cheaper that way, and you could sleep on the plane, you’d justified to yourself. The hour was enough to quieten even the most talkative of beings, twilight skies lulling Eddie to a gentle drawl as he rattled on about your upcoming adventures. 

Now that you were on the plane, though, it seemed all the worse. You’d been so brave through the takeoff, chewing on a pack of gum until your jaw ached from the tension, your hand tucked firmly under Eddie’s on the seat rest. You’d given him the window, his delight at the magic of flight distracting you enough until you were safely coasting through the sky. 

Eddie had chosen to sleep not long after, his head pressed to the wall of the plane despite the low rumbles, a position that could not conceivably be comfortable to anyone but Eddie. He could sleep anywhere, you’d learned early on in your relationship, and it seemed planes were no exception. You, however, were wide awake, trying your best to lose yourself in a book and suppress that nauseating feeling slowly taking over. 

It was within the hour that the turbulence began, gentle rumblings of the plane triggering that hazy green seatbelt sign to ignite. The captain warned that it would likely get worse before it got better, a thought that only exacerbated your growing anxieties. Eddie somehow slept through it all, even as the aircraft began to tremble and jolt. You didn’t want to wake him, not when he was sleeping so comfortably, still dreaming of all the good things to come. It felt silly to be frightened by such a small thing. Planes were safe, you knew that, but that seemed to be the trouble with anxiety; logic never mattered when the fear was so heightened. 

It was only when a terrified squeak left your lips that Eddie’s eyes flew open, his body shooting up rigidly in reaction to the sound. He’d have heard it anywhere, that terror, his body conditioned into a state of protection for you. The back of his hand wiped lazily at the sleep in his eyes, his body turning to face you on instinct. 

“What’s wrong? You okay?” You could hear the exhaustion that tinged his words, his eyes softening as he took in the fright in your own. 

“Its–” Your voice drowned out under the weight of thunder, the jolt leaving the tray tables to rattle in its aftermath. You couldn’t make your words come out, your lips hanging open in a frozen cry. 

Eddie did not need the clarification. He had never thought to consider you, his brave, sweet creature might have such fears, leaving guilt to turn sour in his mouth as it settled across him, knowing he had left you to face your fears alone. “Oh, sweetheart.” The solidity of his arms encased around you, tucking you gently into the curve of his side, hand cradling the back of your skull and the small of your back to shield you from the rest of the plane. “It’s okay, you’re okay.” 

“We’re going to die.” You whined, lilting in devastation into the fabric of his shirt. 

Eddie tried not to chuckle, his smile itching with amusement. “We’re not gonna die. We’re gonna be fine.” 

“We’re literally going to die.” You tried again, clinging to him until your knuckles were an ashen, bone white. 

Another jolt of the plane had you wincing, forcing Eddie to lift his gaze and observe your surroundings. Other than a few anxious fliers, most of the passengers were beyond asleep, tucked neatly into their own rows of the plane. No one else had much cause for alarm, the crew were muddling along their usual routes with a look of calm that even a professional could not fake. 

He dropped his attention back to you, slowly prying you from his side just enough to lift the armrest from between you, a reassuring arm scooping you now closer than before into his embrace. He could feel the tremble in your body as you burrowed your way into his side, trying to block out every other sensation but the feel of his body against yours. 

“You wanna know how I know that we’re not gonna die?” He asked assuredly, cupping at the base of your skull to prop your head against his shoulder, his grip firm and grounding in all the ways that were so incredibly Eddie. He felt you nod, hair slipping through the gaps of his fingers with every movement. 

“Because the crew aren’t panicking. No one’s brushin’ up on procedure or trying to wake everyone up. They're not at emergency stations. I’m pretty sure half of them are gossiping over there, can you see?” 

He lifted his hand to point, watching as your gaze followed the extension of his index finger, your lower lip dragging between your teeth to chew upon nervously. They all looked so calm, exchanging little whispered comments until one gentleman threw his head back in a silent laugh, shaking his head at his co-worker. 

“If we were gonna die,” Eddie continued, calloused fingers dipping between the layers of fabric at your waist to rub at your skin, letting the heat of his body lull you into further comfort, “then they’d be movin’ a hell of a lot faster than that, right? We’re gonna be fine, so you don’t gotta worry bout a thing.” 

He could see the contemplation simmering in your eyes, weighing up your fears with his logic, trying to discern where he line was. It was no easy thing to overcome a fear, especially one like this, but he loved you just for trying, even if your trembling figure only settled a little in his embrace. 

“Could you hold me anyways? Just until it goes away.” You turned to him with such sincerity, eyes widened and imploring in your gaze. 

He softened a reassuring smile in return, reaching to hook your legs over the nearer of his own, draping your body over his in whatever way these budget seats would allow. “I’m not letting you go, honey, not for a minute. I’ll hold you all the way there, so just settle in. We’re gonna get through it together.” 

As tired as he was, as muddled as he sure felt, Eddie did not mind staying up just to give you that peace of mind. His head fell back into the headrest, propping him up to keep watchful gaze on the comings and goings around him. It took the responsibility off you, feeling assured that he was there to spot if something went wrong along the way. Somehow, with his gentle movements across the expanse of your back and his steady, rhythmic heartbeat thrumming just beside your ear, you slipped out of consciousness, the exhaustion of this already long day finally dragging you under. 

Eddie was only able to notice once the turbulence subsided, expecting you to perk up with a surveying glance, only to find the rise and fall of your chest slow and drowsy against his own. He pressed chapped lips to your forehead, letting his own eyelids hang low as his vision faded drearily. He could sleep now, satisfied with the idea that neither of you would wake again until your hard earned landing was in sight.

[irismoon94]

unbearably yours

Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Summary: "Living in close proximity to the man you could confidently say was the biggest pain in your ass was hard enough, but then you had to make the experience even more difficult by fucking him and then try to pretend it had never happened. Even though it definitely had happened and he’d definitely mentioned a next time, and damn if that offer didn’t just eat you up inside because you thought about it near constantly. But no, you’d chosen to keep up the charade of the roommate who just managed to keep her disdain for him in check and tolerate his existence in the same living space."

You fucked your shitty roommate and now you're a little obsessed with fucking him again because you might be ruined for anything less than hate sex with the asshole.

Okay, maybe he's not *that* shitty.

Word count: 5.8k

Warnings: Smut, 18+, minors DNI! enemies to lovers, rough sex, oral sex, penetration, explicit language, biting, pet names, femdom, jealousy, semi-public sex, degradation with praise, vaginal fingering.

A/N: people were requesting a part two, and who am I not to indulge my readers 😩 and now I've got the bones for a third and maybe final part taking shape in my head. This is unbeta'd, just a warning.

Enjoy my darlings~

Part one | Part three chapter one | Part three chapter two coming soon

Masterlist of my other works

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The last month has been unbearable. 

Living in close proximity to the man you could confidently say was the biggest pain in your ass was hard enough, but then you had to make the experience even more difficult by fucking him and then try to pretend it had never happened. Even though it definitely had happened and he’d definitely mentioned a next time, and damn if that offer didn’t just eat you up inside because you thought about it near constantly. But no, you’d chosen to keep up the charade of the roommate who just managed to keep her disdain for him in check and tolerate his existence in the same living space. 

To his credit, he kept any thoughts he had on the matter to himself as well, the only proof aside from your vivid (and frequent) recollection of that night was the use of his updated nickname for you, Kitten. And if you said it didn’t make you blush every time he called you that, you’d be the biggest fucking liar, and you’d become an expert of finding ways to hide your face if only to deny him the satisfaction of seeing the effect the name had on you. 

And despite your best efforts to ignore his teasing and your own infuriating response to it, you were beginning to realize that besides sharing an apartment with you, Eddie Munson had taken up residence in your brain and would likely never leave until you found someone else to kick him out and take his place. 

So here you were, a month later, several unsuccessful dates under your belt, and still just as, if not more so, obsessed with your major pain in the ass roommate and his stupidly pretty face. Not to mention ungodly horny from the lack of sex and those same unwanted memories as your main source of material to get off to. It was a vicious cycle that you were desperately trying to claw your way out of, before it dragged you to your own ruin. 

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“Hi.”

You glanced up from the contents of the red plastic cup in your hand that you’d been staring into for the past several minutes, contemplating your life choices up until that point, and found yourself looking into the crinkled grey eyes of a handsome stranger, shyly smiling at you as he stood in front of you awkwardly. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, smile wavering as you took a long moment to catch up to his greeting, only just remembering to smile back at him in time before you looked insane for staring at him with a blank look. 

“Shit-sorry, hi, I was totally zoned out for a minute there. It’s been a long week,” you excused quickly, rubbing your face with your hand and laughing at yourself sheepishly.

He huffed a laugh as well, posture relaxing and leaning closer when you responded warmly, too straight teeth glinting in the low light. Nice smile, you thought to yourself. 

“No worries, I totally get it. I do that all the time,” he said, ducking his head towards you so you could hear him over the sounds of the party raging around you. “My name is David. I just moved into 304.”

Offering your name in return, he extended his hand and you shook it, noting his strong grip as well and beating back the primal part of your brain that had been far too active lately when it registered this information as very attractive. God you needed to get laid.

“Oh! I was wondering if you were new to the building. It’s so nice to meet you! Is it just you or-?”

“Yeah, just me. Only moved in a couple days ago. Lisa caught me in the hall and told me I should come tonight to meet the neighbors,” he answered before biting his lip, his eyes artfully dragging down your body and then back up again. “Glad I came.”

Normally, a move like that would have had you gagging and finding any excuse to get the hell out of there before the loser hitting on you would have gotten any other wrong ideas about you. But after the events as of late and the slow descent into insanity they had pushed you into, your sense of attraction had gotten ten shades of fucked up and at this point you were willing to do anything you could to get yourself out of this spiral.

Definitely wasn’t because of the pair of eyes you were absolutely certain were watching your every movement and had been since you’d walked into the party a half an hour ago. Definitely not.

Even if your ego had you glancing quickly to the kitchen to confirm that Eddie was indeed watching the exchange between the two of you, a small frown at the corner of his mouth. Beaming at David, you gave him a onceover as well, eyes raking over his fit frame and placing a hand on his upper arm and squeezing the toned muscle there. 

Leaning up, you spoke into his ear, letting your lips just graze the shell of it as you did.

“I’m glad you came too. You wanna go dance?” You asked, leaning back to look up at him through your lashes. 

You could see the way his eyes darkened, pupils dilating as he nodded. Sinking the rest of your drink, you reveled in the rush that flooded through your veins, letting it bolster your courage as you led David by the hand to the small crowd of people on the makeshift dance floor. Turning to face him, you grabbed both of his hands and placed them on your hips, swaying in time with the music and smiling invitingly at him. He was more than eager to oblige and let you lead the dance, your hands crossed behind his head as you stared into his hungry gaze, wetting your lips with your tongue in a way that was sure to make him wild for you. 

It made you feel powerful, the effect you had on him, and combined with the pleasant buzz in your skull and the thrill of knowing Eddie was watching you, undoubtedly jealous that you were letting someone else touch you so casually and openly, it made you feel invincible.

Spinning around, you pressed yourself against David’s body and held his hands on top of your hips as you ground ever so slightly against him. You could hear his slight gasp and the mumbled ‘fuck’ as he squeezed your hips and pushed himself against the swell of your ass, using your body for much needed friction. Closing your eyes, you let yourself give in to the sensation and the welcome heat and weight of a body against yours. 

Desire was beginning to curl in your gut quickly, reinforced by the feeling of something hard rubbing against you, and your body was begging to be touched more, completely and thoroughly, unobstructed by the meager barrier of clothes. 

And when David’s hands began to climb up your waist, your thoughts turned wild and uncontained as your imagination betrayed you, replacing the bare hands that just cupped your breasts with ones that bore the weight and cool bite of rings, tingeing the breath at your neck with the scent of cheap cigarettes, and creating a low baritone hum in your ear just before your heard a familiar whispered ‘Kitten’ into it. 

You couldn’t help the uttered ‘Eddie’ that slipped from your lips, your eyes snapping open when David asked a confused, “Pardon?”

Turning back to him, you gave him a coquettish smile and shook your head. 

“Nothing. Hey, I’ll be right back, okay? Need to run to the bathroom,” you told him before slipping away into the crowd before he could say anything. 

Keeping an eye out, you hurried into Lisa’s bedroom, uncaring if it was technically off limits for the party or whatever. You needed a minute to get your shit together and you weren’t about to wait in the line for the guest bathroom you’d seen earlier when you’d first staked out your wallflower spot. Closing the door behind you, you went into the en suite and turned on the faucet to splash your face with water, closing your eyes and taking a few deep, steadying breaths. Looking up into the mirror, you glared at yourself.

“Really?” you asked the reflection, judgemental eyes staring back at you. “You want him out of your head, right? Get it together already, you idiot.”

Taking a final sharp breath, you grabbed the hand towel and were patting your face dry when you heard the door click open to your left. 

Shit, you cursed internally, prepared to get reamed by your neighbor for sneaking into her room without her permission. But just before you could face her, the door snicked shut again and you heard a weight lean against it, metal scraping lightly against the grain. 

“Having fun out there, Kitten?”

Your heart jumped up to your throat and you whirled around to where Eddie had blocked the door, trademark smirk fixed on his face and hands in his pockets, a picture of arrogance. You swear you heard something pop from how hard you were clenching your jaw as you glared at him, trying to ignore the way your blood began to sing at his appearance. 

“Oh for fuck’s sake-Actually, yes. Yeah, I am, thanks for asking, Munson,” you spat. “Now if you don’t mind, I should get back out there, David’ll be wondering where I am.”

Eddie’s smirk sharpened at the other man’s name, snorting softly when you crossed your arms over your chest in irritation. He mirrored your pose, the leather of his jacket whispering softly as the material brushed against itself. Heat gathered low in your belly, his haughtiness like an aphrodisiac made specifically for you. 

“David,” Eddie crooned, testing out the syllables in his mouth. “Looks like you found a Prince Charming, huh, Princess?”

You shivered at the older nickname, skin breaking out into goosebumps from equal parts thrill and disgust.

“Move, Munson. I don’t have the patience for your games right now,” you warned, knowing that if you didn’t get away from him soon, things were going to get out of control far too quickly.

Eddie’s smirk dropped at your tone, arms falling back to his sides as he pushed off the door frame and stepped into your space, forcing you to lean backwards to try and keep the space between you as he crowded you against the vanity. His eyes fell to your lips, drawing your attention to his mouth as well, at how his lips parted slightly to make room for his tongue to dip out and wet them, glistening and begging to be bitten bloody. 

“Get off, Munson,” you managed to whisper, making no move to push him off in spite of your words.

Ignoring your command, he leaned in further, and in an act that turned your world upside down, he brushed your noses together in a manner so soft that it made you think you might have been dreaming it all.

“Or what?” he asked. 

You were still too caught up in the surreal intimacy of what he’d just done to actually register what he’d said. 

“Wha-?”

He smiled down at you again, the glint of sharp teeth enough to pull you from the trance he’d seemingly put you under. 

“I said ‘or what?’ Kitten. What are you going to do if I don’t get off? You gonna let me see those claws again?”

In the cage of his body, you were helpless to conceal the way your cheeks stained pink at the way he breathed the taunting words across your face, whiskey soaked and sordid. How it made your vision go blurry and your chest start to heave just a little.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, freak,” you rasped, dredging up what little coldness you still clung to, locking eyes with him as you threw the insult.

Lightning fast, he gripped you by the jaw, thumb and forefinger pressing your mouth into a small pout as he pinned you fully to the vanity with his body weight. Turning your face to the side, he nosed at your pulsepoint and licked a wet stripe from it up to the shell of your ear, making your eyes cross and your toes curl. 

“You’re right, I would like it,” he confessed, biting your ear gently as he murmured into it. “Like it when you’re mean, like it a lot.”

Grabbing your wrist with his free hand, he pulled it to the front of his jeans and pressed your palm against the bulge there, already ridiculously hard. He sucked in a sharp gasp when you cupped it in surprise, burying his face in your neck to muffle the sound. You were beginning to feel light headed, getting emotional whiplash from going from one extreme to another between his words and actions. You had expected the conflict and the resulting tension, had wanted it even, the heat and threat of it, but for him to go so far as to admit how much he wanted it too? It was getting out of control, and fast.

Reaching a hand up into his hair, you grabbed a fistful of the dark locks and yanked his head back, making him hiss as you forced him to look at you. The two of you stared at each other unblinking for a long moment before the tension snapped like a taut piano wire and you were crushing your mouths together in a hungry kiss that quickly had you breathless and dizzy from its intensity. You could taste blood, unsure of whose it was but unable to care when he lifted you onto the edge of the sink, pulling your skirt up over your hips. 

Splaying your legs apart, he licked into your mouth as he slipped his hand under your panties and pressed two fingers inside of you, your slick making for an easy entrance. He swallowed your responding moan, pumping his fingers in and out of you and soaking his hand in the process. Breaking the kiss to watch your face, Eddie fucked you with his fingers, brushing his thumb over your clit and making you lift your hips to urge him deeper, faster. His expression was rapturous, caught under a spell of your making that you were unsure was in your control any longer and the thought excited you far more than it should have, a whimper taking form at the base of your throat and pushing its way past your lips.

“You were trying to make me jealous out there, weren’t you?” Eddie said, letting the words hang between you as he switched from watching your face to watching the place where his fingers slid in and out of you. 

“Don’t-mmnngh!- flatter yourself,” you panted, the lewd sounds coming from your cunt nearly drowning out your voice in the small space.

“Oh but I am. I saw you look for me before you took him to the floor. I told you before, didn’t I? All you have to do is ask,” he said, eyes glittering with triumph, knowing he’d gotten you. 

And he had gotten you. You knew there was no denying it at this point, you’d been about as subtle as a brick through a window in your efforts, and you knew you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore. 

Scoffing and rolling your eyes, you grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand from the mess between your legs, holding it up to your mouth. Without missing a beat, you slid one of his soaked fingers into your mouth, sucking on it slowly and cleaning it, the taste of your arousal coating your tongue. Eddie went rigid as he watched your little display, his breath slowing and deepening as his eyes darkened and he swallowed hard. Easing the digit from between your lips, you pulled off with a pop and retrieved his ring that you’d removed in the process. Grinning sharply, you held it aloft to inspect it and then slid it onto your thumb, the jewelry still a little loose around your largest finger. 

“Now then, you gonna keep talking, or are you going to fuck me already?”, you purred, leaning back onto your hands with casual smugness, looking down at the tent in his pants pointedly. 

Eddie looked absolutely ruined, despite you barely touching him since you’d started this dance. His hair was wild, ruddy cheeked, and his lips red and kiss bitten. You were sure you weren’t faring much better, but even so, you were riding on a high that made you incomparably powerful. Keeping his eyes glued to the finger you wore his ring on, he followed your example and finished cleaning off the rest of his fingers, albeit much more quickly, sucking your juices off before he began to unbuckle his belt and tugged his jeans and boxers down his thighs. 

You bit your lip as his cock sprang free from its confines, a deep red and leaking precome as he grabbed your hip to line himself up with your entrance, not even removing your ruined panties in favor of just pushing them to the side. Your eyes fluttered shut as he ran the tip through your folds, pleasure sparking as it bumped your clit, and you couldn’t help but whine in anticipation of it. But instead of pushing in like you’d been waiting for, he continued to rut himself against you, the friction no longer enough to satisfy your needs. 

“Hurry up, Munson, or I’m gonna leave you here with your dick in your hand while I go find David to fuck me instead,” you sneered irritably. 

“Jesus Christ, Kitten, just give me a second. Wanna make sure I’m nice and lubed up so I don’t hurt you, alright?” he said through grit teeth, sounding strained. 

“That’s real sweet of you, but I don’t think it’ll be an issue, now stop fucking about and fuck me,” you ordered, wrapping a leg behind him and using it to pull him forward, his dick sliding home and filling you instantly. 

Your head fell back and thunked against the mirror, a drawn out moan pouring from you at the absolute fullness he provided you, a strangled groan coming from him as well. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, what the hell,” he gasped. “You’re so fucking tight.”

“Move.”

“Give. Me. A. Second!”

Using your arms as leverage, you rolled your hips, ignoring his protest in favor of chasing that which he was denying you. 

“Kitten!” he warned. 

You grit your teeth as he grabbed your hips to try and stop you, his forehead pressing into your shoulder. 

“Stop whining and fuck me, Eddie,” you growled, trying to peel his hands off of you enough for you to take your pleasure, pausing when you heard him say your name far too quietly, his voice breaking from the weight of it. 

You couldn’t see his face, the curtain of his hair concealing it from you, and a pang of concern struck within you, worried that you might have gone too far. 

“Ed…Eddie?” you tried softly, hovering your hand over his shoulder. 

He was quiet, shoulders heaving slightly as he breathed heavily, unmoving otherwise. 

“Are you…okay?”

He peeked up at you through his waves, some of the strands sticking to his face from the sheen of sweat that coated his forehead. 

“Sorry, I just,” he started, blowing out a long exhale. “I’ll give you what you want in a second. Just… wait, yeah?”

“Eddie we don’t have to do this if-”

“No, fuck that, we’re doing this. Just-just give me a second so I don’t blow my load too fast, okay?”

Something warm filled your chest, melting away the rest of the ice you’d always specifically reserved for him. Your eyes went round with surprise and you had to look away from him to try and maintain what little sense of self preservation you still clung to around him. 

“Nearly came just from getting your dick in me, huh, Munson? Someone sure is eager,” you chided, deflecting from the almost tender moment you just shared.. “Maybe I should start calling you Puppy. You’ve certainly got the eyes for it.”

Eddie huffed a laugh, the warm puff of air from it tickling your neck. 

“Puppy and Kitten, huh? Could be fun,” he breathed, before punctuating the last word with an abrupt thrust that knocked your breath from your lungs. 

He gripped your hips again, tight enough that you knew there’d be marks later as he started to fuck you in earnest, holding you place as he railed you into the sink, punching little sounds out of you with each thrust. Wrapping your legs around him, you smiled at him wickedly before grabbing his face and pulling him back into another searing kiss, chasing his tongue with your own. 

Your fingers tangled into his hair and tugged meanly, no doubt pulling out a few strands, and you laughed when he groaned from the mixture of pleasure and pain. Taking it a step further, you caught his lower lip with your teeth and sank them into the plush of it, drawing blood and renewing the tang of it on your tastebuds, red coating your mouths as they slid together, slick with spit too. 

“Such a good puppy for me,” you mock praised, letting your nails skate down his scalp to his neck and wrapping your hand around the front of it, just to hold as he hit that delicious spot inside you that made your eyes cross a little bit. “Fucking me just how I want, and so happy to do it, too.”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie wheezed, his cock throbbing inside you. 

Sitting up, you wrapped your arms around his neck, rolling your hips in time with his and creating a near perfect rhythm that had you both gasping and moaning, swallowing each other’s sounds with hungry mouths that couldn’t get enough of each other. Snaking a hand between your bodies, Eddie pressed his thumb against your clit and rubbed it in tight circles, stars bursting behind your closed eyelids and ecstasy raking down your spine. 

“Fuck, Eddie, just like that,” you cried, the pretense falling away as you climbed higher towards your climax, the rumble of impending release thundering in the not too far distance. “Getting close.”

“Me too,” he said into your neck, teeth scraping the sensitive skin there. “Can I leave a mark? Please?”

Your vision went sideways for a brief moment, a thrill running through you at his request. 

“Wha-? Why?”

“Because I want that fucker out there to see you come back with a hickey that he didn’t give you,” he growled in answer. 

“Yeah, him and everyone else out there,” you reminded him breathily. 

Eddie smirked at your protest.

“What’s the matter, Kitten? Afraid of people knowing that you fucked your hot roommate?”

You snorted, narrowing your eyes at him in exasperation. 

“God you’re so-nghh-shit-so full of yourself, you know that?”, you groaned, biting back a whimper when he hit your g-spot just right. “Fuck it, fine. Hah-Someone's bound to see us both-both come out of here and spread the rumors anyways. Might as well give them a show.”

Baring your throat to him, you whined when he attached his lips to it, sucking a bruise to the spot before running his tongue over it and making you cringe at the sticky feeling. His responding grin was wild and made your heart skip a beat. 

“So gross,” you complained. “Make me come already.”

“Sure thing, Princess,” he cooed, resuming his brutal pace, rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts. 

It wasn’t much longer before the coil that had been steadily tightening inside you snapped and your orgasm was ripping through you mercilessly, forcing you to shove your face into his neck to muffle the scream that threatened to announce your location to the whole party still going on outside the bubble the two of you had created for yourselves. A choked sound of release reverberated just behind your ear, Eddie flooding your cunt as he came hard, his hips stuttering as he did. 

“Shit,” he panted. “Shit.”

“What?” you asked, nuzzling into his skin. 

“I didn’t-I didn’t mean to come in you,” he told you, sounding sheepish. 

“S’okay,” you slurred. “On the pill.”

“Oh thank fuck,” he said, sighing in relief. 

You kind of giggled, the afterglow of your orgasm leaving you feeling kind of boneless in his arms, heedless of the fact that this was Eddie you were practically cuddling. It was actually kind of nice and he obviously didn’t mind if the hand rubbing your thigh was anything to go off of, and you figured you could let yourself have this moment before you resumed loathing him. 

Or maybe you can try and not hate him, a voice in the back of your head suggested, the idea rankling a bit, if only because it wasn’t exactly a terrible one. 

“You doing okay there, Kitten? Not that I hate this or anything, but you’re never sweet like this and it’s kind of freaking me out.”

And just like that, the bubble burst and you sat back, staring at him with tired irritation. 

“Well, I was until you had to go and ruin the moment,” you grumbled. 

Looking between your still conjoined bodies, you winced. 

“This is gonna be so goddamned messy. Can you reach the toilet paper?”

“Or I have a better idea,” he said, sliding out of you and dropping to his knees in front of you, pulling off your underwear and stuffing them into his back pocket. 

Before you could react, he was shoving his face into your pussy, tongue replacing his dick and catching what began to leak out of you, lapping it all up with no hesitation. Your vision whited out as he cleaned you with his mouth just like you’d cleaned his fingers earlier, slow and thorough, making sure to get every drop that he could, even the residual stickiness that clung to the insides of your thighs. By the time he was finished, you were trembling like a damn newborn fawn, legs twitching on either side of his head, and feeling even needier than you’d been before he’d fucked you senseless. 

Standing back up, he licked his lips and wiped his chin with his sleeve, a slight stain visible in the leather when he dropped his arm back to his side, giving you a wink that left you dizzy.

“What the fuck,” you whispered, totally gobsmacked. 

“Do you want to leave first, or should I?” Eddie asked, his usual smugness returned in full as he tucked himself back into his jeans and pulled your skirt back down as well, helping you down from the sink. 

Finding your bearings, you turned to look at your reflection, grimacing at your disheveled appearance and fixing what you could. The mark in your neck was already noticeably dark, but there was nothing to be done about it, so you smoothed your dress out as best you could and combed your hair down with your fingers, summoning the courage to go back out as Eddie watched you. 

“I’ll go first. Gonna find Lisa and tell her I’m headed out. Give it a couple minutes before you come out so I don’t have to see everyone’s faces when they realize, yeah?”, you instructed, catching his eye in the mirror. 

“Not gonna get David’s number then?” Eddie asked teasingly. 

“Fuck off, Munson.”

His smile turned wolfish.  

“I thought it was Puppy?”

You clenched your eyes shut for a second, exhaling loudly through your nose. Facing him, you fixed him with a stern look. 

“Listen Eddie, if we’re gonna keep doing this, and as much as it pains me to admit it, I do want to keep doing this, I think that it would be for the best if we tried a little harder to not piss each other off every chance we get. It’s… fun when we do it to mess around, but we’re still roommates first and I think it’s about time we showed each other the respect we owe each other as such, don’t you?”

It was a quiet few moments before he replied, expression serious as he said, “So what I’m hearing is that you want to do this again?”

It took everything in your power not to punch that stupid smirk off his face, instead glaring at him as you clenched your fists tightly and moved to push past him. He was quick to grab you by the shoulders and hold you back, trying not to laugh at your expression as he apologized. 

“Whoa, whoa, hold on, I’m sorry, that was mean. Couldn’t help it though, you're just so cute when you’re mad,” he excused, tongue poking between his lips mischievously as an unwelcome blush rose on your cheeks at the compliment. “I understand, sweetheart. I’ll do better, I swear it.”

“Really?” you asked with a healthy degree of skepticism.

“Really.”

You searched his face for any signs of sarcasm, but only found sincerity in its place. Relaxing, you smiled at him tentatively and nodded. 

“Okay then, I’ll see you at home then?”

His smile softened. 

“Yeah, see you at home, Kitten.”

You didn’t even roll your eyes at the pet name this time, slipping from the bathroom after checking the bedroom was still empty, and doing the same at the next door. Looking around the small crowd, you searched for your neighbor and spotted her in the kitchen, talking to… David. Cursing to yourself, you reluctantly headed over to them, fighting the blush that was creeping up your face as you approached. 

David spotted you first, raising a hand in greeting and you could feel the moment his eyes landed on the mark on your throat, his smile dimming quickly. A few feet away, a leather clad arm draped itself across your shoulders and guided you over to the two of them, your blush fully taking over your face as you realized what was about to happen. 

“Hey guys, how’s it going? Great party, Lee,” Eddie greeted cooly, squeezing your shoulder. 

Lisa’s eyebrows were practically in her hair from how high they’d climbed her forehead, eyes darting between you and Eddie as she connected the dots instantly, her focus finally fixating on you as she gave you a look that screamed no fucking way. You didn’t think your face could get any hotter than it had been moments ago, but now you practically felt feverish from how flushed you were and you wished the ground would just swallow you up already.

“David, right?” Eddie asked, extending his hand to David, who eyed it suspiciously before taking it stoically and shaking it once before dropping it like Eddie was poisonous. “I really appreciate you dancing with Princess here earlier. While I would have loved to indulge her myself, I’ve been cursed to bear the lifelong burden of two left feet and I was feeling bad that she wasn’t going to be able to let loose until you showed up, so thanks for that, man.”

Mortified was probably the best word to describe your current state and you were digging hard to find your voice, but the damn thing seemed to have abandoned you in the moment, and all you could do was shoot Eddie a helpless glance. Thankfully he seemed to catch your meaning and offered Lisa an apologetic smile.

“While we hate to bail so soon, someone isn’t feeling too well, said she was feeling a little overheated and dizzy, and I’d be remiss if I didn’t get her home and make sure she’s okay,” Eddie lied, looking down at you with exaggerated concern.

Swallowing thickly, you smiled weakly back at him and your neighbor, ignoring the icy glare you were getting from the other man.

“Yeah, I’m just feeling a bit off, would hate to ruin your party in case I, like, faint or something,” you excused, swaying a bit for good measure. “I’m sorry, Lee.”

Lisa bit back a smile and nodded with faux sympathy, pretending to go along with it for your sake.

“Yeah, no, of course. You go home and rest. Feel better, Honey. Let me know if you need anything,” she reassured.

Eddie didn’t waste anymore time before he started to lead you to the door, throwing a wave over his shoulder. 

“It was nice to meet you, David! See ya around!”

You don’t step out from Eddie’s arm until the two of you are around the corner of your hall, hidden from anyone who might have left the party behind you. You hurried to the door of you apartment, fumbling with your keys and bursting inside once you unlocked it. Eddie followed behind you leisurely, locking the door once more behind you and watched as you leaned against the wall, your face buried in your hands as you slid down and groaned.

“Eddie, what the fuck, man?”

“I believe I do recall you saying something about ‘giving them a show’?” he reminded you, walking past you and heading into the kitchen while you remained on the floor.

You groaned again, recalling your words with perfect clarity, the bruise on your neck throbbing as a reminder as well.

Footsteps approached again and you peeked through your hands at Eddie’s boots in front of you. Looking up, you saw him holding a glass of water out to you. You took it with a grumbled thanks as he sat down next to you, taking a swig of the refreshingly cold liquid.

“There’s no denying it now, huh?” you mumbled, resting your head against the wall behind you.

“Nah, probably not,” he agreed. “Is that okay?”

You searched within yourself for your feelings, surprised by the answer you found.

“Actually, yeah. Doesn’t really bother me like I thought it might.”

You could feel him watching you and you turned to look back.

“Do you really want to keep doing this?”

The smile you offered him was probably the most genuine one you’d ever given him in the time you’d known him.

“Yeah. Might as well actually enjoy ourselves if everyone is going to be thinking we are anyways, right?”

He smiled back, his dimples deep and his eyes glittering.

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

“Cool. Now give me back my panties so I can wash them, pervert.”

“Hell no, they’re mine now. Consider them my trophy.”

“You’re so fucking gross.”

“Only for you, sweetheart.”

Eddie Munson was unbearable. But maybe that’s why you couldn’t seem to stay away.

[eddiemunsonslibrary]

K | 30s | 18+ Only Please 🔞

This is my fanfic rec side blog where I will be reblogging Eddie Munson fanfics. I don't get a lot of time for reading anymore but want to share the love and help spread fan fictions further so I will be reblogging pretty much every Eddie Munson Fic I see with a simple system to make it easier to search for them on this blog.

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The aim is essentially to make a tumblr archive of Eddie Munson Fics all in one place, where people can come find exactly what they're looking for.

Please if you enjoy spending time at the Eddie Munson Library, consider doing your part to spread the love and reblogging the fics you enjoy to help share them even further! 💚

Please feel free to tag me or send asks with fics I haven't reblogged yet. I will just be periodically going through the tag and reblogging/queueing fics to post here but there are already thousands out there before I've begun.

Ship Tags I will use:

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

Eddie Munson x Male Reader

Eddie Munson x GN Reader

Eddie Munson x OC

Eddie Munson x Reader (if gn or a gender is not tagged)

Eddie Munson x Canon (e.g Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington)

Ship Name (e.g Steddie, Hellcheer)

General Tags I will use:

Eddie Munson Smut

Eddie Munson Angst

Eddie Munson Fluff

If fics are untitled I will tag them as "Untitled"

[munsonology]

Eddie kisses up your your neck. His hot tongue draws circles on your pulse.

“Do you want me to fuck you baby? Make you come?”

His ring covered fingers tease the hem of your panties. His knuckle resting on your slippery cunt. Your panties are soaked, the fabric rough against you.

Who would’ve thought cotton would have you on the brink of orgasm.

“Please Eddie!”

Three of his fingers slip into your cunt. You squirm on his lap when they curl right against your gspot.

“What baby wants she gets.”

[thruheavenandhighwater]

Nightmares

Pairing: Eddie Munson/ Reader

Word Count: 2,333

Summary: Eddie comforts you after a nightmare of an abusive past relationship wakes you in the middle of the night.

Content Warning: Trauma, nightmares, mentions of past abuse (SA specifically), Eddie lowkey threatening someone who hurt reader in their past.

This is based 100% on my own nightmare last night. The nightmare portion of this fic is like 95% exactly what happened in my own dream. All I wanted was someone to hold me and make me feel safe and cared for. I didn't have that, so I wrote this instead.

He was yelling again. Unintelligible on the other side of the bedroom door, but he was definitely yelling. Fear gripped you- an ice cold hand like a vice around your chest. His voice is cut off by the slamming of the front door and you beg your heart to stop beating like a kick drum against your ribcage. You will the tears to stay behind your eyelids. The bed you're in is suffocating. The sheets and blankets you'd chosen only months before have now seen you at your worst more often than not. You're disgusted by the bluish green sort of color. You'd chosen them in hopes of happier times. You'd been mistaken. 

The moment you heard his car start up outside, you held your breath. Listening. Waiting. Finally, mercifully, you hear the sound of snow crunching beneath tires due for a rotation. You hear the car backing out of its assigned spot just outside the window of your apartment. Your ears strain to follow it as it stops at the entrance before turning left. You follow the sound until eventually it blends in with the rest of the noise of a college town in the middle of the night. He's gone. You have no way of knowing for how long, but for now he's gone. 

You pull back the edge of the curtain just enough. You confirm what you'd heard, that his car is gone. That you're safe even if it is for just a moment. He's gone. You pull yourself away from the bed sheets that feel irreparably soiled and redress in the pajamas you'd pulled from the dryer just a few hours ago. Opening the bedroom door feels more like walking into a warzone than into your own living room. Something brushes against your leg. Something small. Black and white fur, a purr vibrating against your shin. 

Luci. 

Sweet Lucifur. Your little angel. Your sweet boy. The only good thing in the small apartment you shared with the man who was supposed to be the love of your life. You reach down, hands under his butt and his belly as you gather him up, holding him to your chest. He rests his head on your shoulder. You swear it's like he knows what happens behind that closed bedroom door. Like he knows you're hurting in so many ways. Like he knows that he has the power to make you feel a little better just by existing. He allows you to hold him, crying into his fur as his purr soothes your heavy heart. 

Something clicks. Something tells you, finally, that you can leave. That you can go somewhere else. Somewhere that you can be safe for more than a few fleeting moments. You press a kiss to the top of Luci's head before setting him on the couch. 

Your hands shake, more tears falling to your cheeks as you make your way through the apartment. You need to pack. You need some clothes and some money and something to carry Luci in. In the living room is a small metal cage. The former home of the hamster he'd gotten you for your birthday two years ago. When he was still pretending to care. Pretending to be what you had always hoped he would be. You could have sworn you'd thrown that cage away. But there it was, tucked beside the TV stand like a beacon. An option, though you know it's not a good one.

Random pieces of clothing are thrown into a bag. You toss your wallet on top of the heap before lugging it over your shoulder. It's heavier than it looks. You spare a glance through the window over the sink. When did it start snowing again? And why is it coming down so heavy? Fat, white flakes fall gently, coating every visible surface. You see your own car in the lot, right beside the empty space that his usually occupies. 

He's still gone. You're still safe. You still have to leave. Opening the closet to retrieve your coat, you're met by something you'd all but forgotten about. There on the floor is the small, black cat carrier. Picked up for a buck at a garage sale shortly after Luci had come into your life. A ray of sunshine right there in your hallway closet. You quickly put Luci into the carrier. You tell him it's going to be okay. That you're going somewhere good. Somewhere better. Somewhere safe.

You hear them suddenly. Footsteps coming down the hall. It's the middle of the night. There's nobody else it could be. Fear settles into your bones once again as you watch the handle of the front door turn- 

Your eyes opened almost painfully wide. You feel sweat covering every inch of your body. A deep, gasped breath settles in your lungs as you take in your surroundings. It was dark, but you could see. You see your bedside table, alarm clock with angry red numbers announcing that it was nearly 4 in the morning. The book you'd started two days ago. A framed photo. Eddie's smiling face right beside yours, his chin resting on your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your stomach from behind you. 

Eddie. 

You felt those same arms wrapped around you now. Only this time, they weren't pulling you into him like they'd been in the moment that Jonathan snapped that photo last summer. No, now it was more like they were there by muscle memory alone. Loosely draped over you as soft snores fell from the slightly parted lips of the man they belonged to.

It was a dream. Just a dream. You were safe. You were in your own home with Eddie. You were safe. Eddie would never do the things the other man had done to you. He'd never touch you the way that he did. He'd never yell at you or slam doors or do anything to make you feel that kind of fear that seemed to overtake every other emotion. He would never. You knew that. But knowing those things couldn't stop the way your heart was beating too fast in your chest. It didn't stop you from feeling like you were going to cry. Like you needed to be out of this bed immediately. 

You moved as slowly as you possibly could, pulling yourself away from Eddie. Usually his embrace was welcomed. Craved, even. But right now, moments after waking from a nightmare about a situation that was supposed to be nearly a decade in the past, it felt wrong. 

Luci greeted you in the living room. He'd been roused from his own sleep by your footsteps down the hallway. He rubbed his side against your leg the same way he had in your dream and you felt tears begin to prickle against the back of your eyes. You reached down to scratch his furry head for just a moment. You couldn't help but smile to yourself when his little eyes fell closed as he pressed further into your touch. 

You shrugged into a flannel of Eddie's. He'd worn it a few days ago, but it had been tossed on the couch and more or less forgotten ever since. You pulled it tighter around your body as you stepped out the front door of your home. The seasons were well on their way to changing. Warm summer nights had officially given way to chilly September nights. The fireflies were gone. Nobody was out doing clandestine bonfires at 4 am. It was just you and your thoughts as a cool wind blew around you. Eddie's cigarettes sat on the small table on the porch. You settled into the chilled cushion of the loveseat style seat and pulled a cigarette from the pack, thankful that he left them outside when you realized you hadn't grabbed your own. 

You don't even know how long you sat outside, the dream replaying on a loop in your mind as the cigarette burned down to the filter. It was strange, to say the least. That entire situation was supposed to be in your past. It wasn't supposed to creep up on you like this. You hadn't dreamt about it for years. But it all felt so real. So fresh. So terrifying. You pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray on the table and took a deep breath. You rested your elbows on your knees, doubling over as your face fell to your hands. You wanted to cry. To purge the bad dream from your mind. But you couldn't. The tears just wouldn't come. 

You heard movement inside the house. You knew it wasn't Luci. He was too quiet, too small to make the amount of noise you heard. You kept your face buried in your hands as Eddie slowly opened the front door. You heard the bottom of his slippers against the porch as he pulled the door closed behind him. 

"'S goin' on?" He asked, voice gravely and deep. You finally pulled your head from your hands to look at him. Black sweatpants hung low on his hips. His favorite grey sweatshirt thrown over his  chest. His dark curls, undoubtedly unruly from sleep, were contained beneath the back of the neck of the sweatshirt as he rubbed his left eye with a tired hand. 

"Bad dream," you admitted quietly. 

Eddie nodded and stepped towards you. He fell into the seat next to you, his arm over the back of it. You scooted closer to him as his arm rested over your shoulders. He held you tightly with one arm, the other hand placing a cigarette between his plush lips. 

"Wanna tell me about it?" 

You held your breath for a moment. "Promise you won't get mad?" 

"Why would I get mad?" 

"Just… please? Promise me?" 

He took a hit from his cigarette. The smoke floated out into the cold air around you as he rested his hand on the arm of the seat. "I promise I won't get mad." He finally answered. 

"I dreamed I was with my ex," you told him.

"Which one?" He asked. The name of the man who had hurt you came out almost embarrassingly quietly. Like you were as afraid of his name as you were of him. You felt Eddie tense around you. His arm tightened around your shoulders. He seemed to hold his breath as his chest stilled beneath you. You waited for him to relax before you kept telling him about the dream. You'd told Eddie about him at the beginning of your relationship. Eddie had promised you that day that if he ever got your ex boyfriend alone, he'd make him sorry for what he'd done. He told you he'd make him regret it and you believed him. 

"He was screaming at me and I was so scared. Then he just left. He just slammed the door and I swear it sounded exactly like it did when it actually happened. And Luci was there." 

He pulled away from you just enough to look down at you. His eyebrows raised in his forehead. "Our Luci? But we got him together."

"Yeah, it was weird. I was going through the old apartment trying to figure out how to leave. I packed up some clothes and put Luci in his carrier and then…" You paused. Stopped, really. The same fear you felt in your dream threatened to swallow you whole again. Eddie pressed a kiss to the top of your head. His hand on your shoulder gripped just a little tighter. He told you to keep going when you were ready. That he was here. He was listening. He cared. 

"I was trying to leave before he came back and right when I was ready to go he came back. God, it felt so fucking real. The door knob turned and then I woke up. I was all sweaty and shaking and scared. I don't even know why I came out here," you admitted with a wet chuckle. 

"Just needed some fresh air." 

"Guess so." 

You sat in silence with Eddie for a few minutes. He leaned forward, dropping his own cigarette into the ashtray in front of you. He brought that now empty hand up to join the other that was still around your shoulders. He enveloped you completely in a warm, safe embrace. 

"I'm sorry you dreamed about that," he told you softly. "It sucks that even now that scummy little creep can still make you feel like this." 

"It's not fair," you sniffled into his chest. 

"No, it's not," he agreed. "But you know he's gone, right? I swear that as long as I'm around he won't ever get near you again. And I'm sorry to say that you're stuck with me for life, baby." 

You looked up at him with a smile. His face was half shadows, a street light in front of your neighbor's house lighting the other half. You could see his own smile, soft and loving. 

"'M not stuck," you told him. "I love you." 

"I love you, too." 

You sat outside for a few more minutes. Eddie lit one last cigarette, passing it to you to help calm your nerves before heading back inside. Luci joined you in bed as you snuggled into Eddie's bare chest. His skin warm and comforting. Luci got comfortable pressed into your back. Eddie reached around you to pet his head. 

"Me and you are protectors, huh buddy?" He asked as Luci soaked up the attention. "Kick ol' boys sorry ass if he ever tries to come around here." 

You smiled as your eyes began to feel heavy. You were able to fall back to sleep, Eddie's arms around you as your darling cat purred behind you. You wouldn't be able to remember your dream when you woke up, but you were sure it was better than the first. You were safe. You were cared for. You were loved. 

You were safe. Finally. 

[moonbeamsandmayhem]

a/n: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader. idk what this is. little bit inspired by the mirror scene from bridgerton. a little bit inspired by my desire to be fucked in front of a mirror.

warnings: mirror sex! dom/sub undertones, eddie being mean, name-calling, choking, a teeny-tiny bit of clit torture. I think that’s it, as ever please message if I missed anything!

Eddie has your back to his sweaty chest, head back and lolling on his shoulder as you lose yourself to him. One hand (the ring hand) is currently cupping your sex, calloused thumb, just barely rubbing against your clit, his other grips your throat. You’re seated on his hard cock, you can feel the piercing tickling that spot inside you, causing you to shiver. “Look at yourself,” he whispers, breath ghosting over heated skin. He has you both on the edge of the bed, facing a full length mirror. Hazily, you oblige his request, taking in your flush, sweaty, panting forms. He shifts, rocking his hips and you give a whorish moan, concentration broken, eyes rolling back - you’re pretty sure you can see your brain.

The metal head tuts, squeezing your throat, cutting the sound short. “Nuh uh. I said look at yourself, sweetness. Don’t care how hard it is. I want you to watch when you cream my cock like the pretty slut you are.”

“Y- you’re bein’ mean.” You gasp, as if what he was asking was the impossible.

“I can be meaner,” he counters, teeth grazing along the flesh of your cheek, “don’t wanna be, but I will.” His thumb swipes your swollen clit with purpose, harder, crueler. Still sensitive from your last orgasm, you give a strangled shout. “Open. Your. Fucking. Eyes.”

You do, and you’re once again face to face with your fucked out expression. “There we go,” he sing-songs, “there she is.” His hands drop to your hips, black eyes burning in the reflection. “Jus’ sit there and look pretty while I fuck your brains out, yeah?”

[jaebeomsbitch]

Slow (E.M.)

Summary: Only Eddie can cure the blues that cling to your skin like he’s balm made for your soul.

A/N: will publish the extended version later, just needed to get this out. Not edited!

Warnings: MINORS DNI YOU WILL BE BURNED AT THE STAKE, eating pussy, depression, cursing, making out

You’d been feeling sad for a while, there’s this unexplainable ache in your chest pressing into your ribs until you feel like they’ll almost crack. Eddie sees the way your eyes have dimmed. How could he not? You’d been living together for over a year now but he’s never seen you like this. So quiet, so demure. Yes you were introverted, sometimes having bouts of energy where you won’t shut the fuck up and it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen. The way your eyes light up, you hands moving wildly.

So when you lay in your bed sheets quietly, no book in your hand Eddie looks at you with this sadness in his eyes. It’s not pity, it’s concern. His girlfriend so quiet, so meek, not eating. Fuck his heart aches seeing you like this. He crawls into bed softly asking what’s wrong but you don’t have an answer. You don’t know what’s wrong but this black cloud looms over you like your own personal rain cloud.

Eddie makes the ache better, he takes some of the pressure of your chest especially when he pulls you into his arms. His nose in your hair breathing in your shampoo, pale arms holding you tight as he rubs your back. He brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear whispering “you’re so beautiful.”

You can’t help the way you automatically mewl under his big brown eyes, hiding in his neck like a safe haven. He holds you tighter against him, nuzzling into your hair again.

“Don’t hide from me,” he murmurs softly, breath warm against your ear. “I want to see those gorgeous eyes of yours.”

You reluctantly relent, cheeks pink as you slowly look up at your boyfriend. There’s a certain vulnerability in your eyes. He gives you a small smile stroking your cheek with his thumb as he grabs your face.

“It’s okay,” he says softly. “You don’t have to be strong all the time, y’know? I’m here for you no matter what sweetheart.”

“You make me shy when you say stuff like that” you whisper, not trusting you full voice and afraid to break the quietness between you two.

He chuckles softly, the reverberation dancing into your chest straight to your heart. “Then I’ll just have to keep saying it then,” he replies teasingly.

His hands trace gentle patterns on your back, it’s soothing but electric at the same time. Like lightning striking the sea. He leans in close to you, nose ghosting over the bridge of yours as he whispers, “I love you so much, princess.”

“I love you too” you manage to murmur back. It’s like you’re stuck in a trance. Your eyes flicker to his lips and back to his eyes as he closes the gap. Your lips move against each other in a dance full of love and understanding. Tongues gliding against each other as Eddie strokes your cheek.

“You’re so pretty” you whisper as you pull away from his lips. His cheeks flushed, lips half swollen, big brown eyes boring into yours.

He grins preening at the compliment squeezing you just a little tighter. “So are you, baby” he replies. His thumb stroking your cheek tenderly “you take my breath away,” he whispers pressing a soft peck to your lips. You hum softly, feeling the blues cling to your skin like rainwater but Eddie makes everything better.

He notices the faint hint of sadness still swirling in your eyes despite you trying to hide it, his lips curve into a frown. “Are you sure you’re okay, baby?” He asked gently moving to stroke your hair tenderly. “You don’t have to pretend for me, y’know. I’m here for you, whatever you need”

“I just want to be here in your arms” you whisper

He nods understandingly, pulling you closer against his chest as he holds you tight. He plants a series of soft kisses along your temple and down your cheekbone, his lips lingering on your skin as he tries to convey his love and support through his touch.

"I'm right here," he whispers softly, his words echoing the sentiment of his actions. "You're safe with me, always."

You sniffle, small tears droplets falling into his tattooed skin as you nuzzle into his neck. He wipes away your tears gently with his thumbs, his heart aching at the sight of your distress. "Shh, it's okay," he soothes, rocking you back and forth slightly as he holds you close. "Just let it out, princess. I'm here for you."

“I don’t want to be sad anymore” you whisper, your voice broken. You sound so defeated, you feel like a burden on Eddie.

He kisses your forehead tenderly, his own heart heavy with sympathy for your pain. "I know, baby," he murmurs softly. "And we'll get through this together, okay? You're not alone in this."

He continues to hold you close, offering what comfort he can through his presence and touch. After a few moments, he speaks again, his voice gentle and reassuring.

"Why don't we watch that movie you wanted to see earlier?" he suggests. "Maybe it'll help take your mind off things for a while." You nod but make no effort to move out of his arms. You want nothing but your boyfriend’s warmth and affection.You lay on his chest, legs tangled with his. It’s like he naturally radiates this sense of comfort as he puts on whatever random movie he found.

He feels your body relax in his as you sink further into his embrace. His heartbeat pounding underneath your ear providing a sort of lullaby, lulling you into a peaceful state. He plays with your hair aimlessly just wanting to remind you that he’s right there with you.

“I wish I could sink into you” you whisper unsure if that sounds creepy or not. He smiles down at you, his expression full of love and tenderness. "Me too, baby," he whispers softly, planting a gentle kiss on top of your head. "I never want to let you go."

You trace patterns onto his chest as Eddie pulls the duvet over the two of you knowing how cold you get. The two of you sit like this for a long while until you finally whisper “you make everything better.” You shift your face so you can look at him wanting him to know just how much you appreciate him, that you don’t take him for granted.

He meets your gaze, his own eyes filled with love and something else. "I hope so," he replies softly, brushing a stray lock of hair away from your face tenderly. "Because you mean everything to me, princess."

You lay your head on his chest, your eyelashes fluttering against his T-shirt with every blink. “Baby” you whisper.

“What’s wrong?” He asks softly

“I… I wanna feel connected to you” you whisper, cheeks flushing pink.

He feels a wave of tenderness wash over him at your admission, and he leans down to place a gentle kiss on your head. "We already are, princess," he murmurs softly, his voice thick with emotion. "But if you need something more...well, I'm yours for the taking,” he says with a grin on his lips.

“Please” you whisper.

“S’all I want” you murmur pressing a kiss to the underneath of his jaw. His fingers find your face, thumb slotting under your jaw to bring your lips to his. Your lips move against each other as you shift to make the angle less awkward. Humming softly as the warmth of his kiss spreads through your chest.

His arms wrap around your back as he licks at the seam of your mouth. It’s been a while since the two of you had just made out. He presses his weight on his right side making sure to hold you close as he gently lays you on your back successfully flipping your position.

You pull back panting faintly, Eddie swirls around you. His touch, taste, scent, clouding your vision as he crowds you, the soft sounds of his labored breath singing in your ears as he leans down to press wet open mouthed kisses to your neck. You croon pressing your head into the pillow to bare your neck to his mouth. Your fingers brush through the soft curls on his head, mussing the tight ringlets.

“I love you baby” he whispers, husky voice and all like Smokey whiskey injecting straight into your veins.

“Love you too” you say breathlessly as your head spins in a flurry of tenderness.

His fingers trace over your clothes, “can I take these off sweetheart?” He whispers. His index and thumb pinched on the thin fabric of your pajama bottoms.

“Yes” you nod looking down at your boyfriend. His hair sticking in every direction, veined hands pulling down the soft fabric off your hips, big brown eyes drinking in every single detail of your face. You lift your hips as he drags down your pajamas almost agonizingly slow but you’re not in a rush, not even when the tips of his pinkies hook into your panties bringing them down too.

He’s careful when he removes your clothing off your feet, successfully throwing them into the hamper before looking down. His pupils dilating, pink tongue licking his lips like a man starved seeing his meal for the first time in a while. He lays on his stomach, big hands grabbing the backs of your thighs.

“This okay?” He murmur, eyes flicking up towards yours. He needs your permission, wants desperately to give into your whims and quell the sadness that hangs over you. Not that he can see much of it right now. Not when you’re looking at him through half lidded eyes as your chest rises subtly. You nod letting out a breath trying to calm your racing heart down.

He crawls closer pulling your legs open and groaning as you’re exposed to his hungry gaze. He dips his face forward like he’s smelling freshly cut daises, nose pressed to your pussy. Your fingers curl around the sheets with a sharp gasp, eyes fluttering closed until Eddie asks you to open them. You swallow hard in embarrassment, Eddie always liked maintaining eye contact during intimacy but you’re still left very raw and vulnerable.

“I’m right here baby” he whispers, fingers finding yours in the crumpled sheets, intertwining his much larger hand with yours. Your eyes flutter open at his tenderness, dark pupils finding your matching ones as he presses a kiss to your inner thigh. You squeeze his fingers back as a wordless ‘okay.’

His free hand glides through the fabric with a whooshing noise, thumb and index finger opening up your pussy to his gaze. This time he swallows hard, seeing your pussy wet and attentive for him. Your clit glistening in your arousal like a shiny pearl in an open clam.

He dips his face forward, the familiar feeling of his hair tickling your inner thighs already making your heart race but as soon as his tongue flatly traces up your slick entrance you swear you could die and go to heaven. You squeeze his hand tighter as you moan softly, a grin adorning Eddie’s face as soon as he hears it. He’s fucking elated that you’re letting him take care of you when you’ve been feeling this down.

The tip of his tongue swirls expertly around your clit teasingly, your eyebrows knitting together immediately. You sigh that is until, he applies more pressure to your clit. A small noise escapes your throat as you press your head into the pillow again.

“Taste so sweet, baby” his voice husky and low, cool like amber.

“So fucking perfect” he whispers as he lays his tongue flat against your clit, licking continuous stripes over it until he coaxed out those familiar whines from your lips. His tongue finds its way to your entrance, the tip of it working you open until he’s got his tongue inside the bumpy walls, nose brushing against your clit as he tongue fucks you making sure to go slow and gentle. He wants you to feel how much he fucking loves you.

It isn’t long until your thighs are trembling on either side of his head, more whimpers and moans mixed with broken curse words leave from deep in your lungs. They fill the gap, slowly inflating the ache in your chest until the cavity is smooth and your ribs are back in place. Of course you’re not healed for life but Eddie will be there to fill the gap.

You feel so loved, eyes burning with happy tears as your fingers squeeze his tighter. A final breathless moan leaves your parted lips as your back arches off the bed ever so slightly. It is not dramatic, there’s no screaming, no neighbors banging on the door for you to shut up. It’s your body trembling as your fingers tug on the bedsheets, it’s patient and kind and warm. It’s Eddie, it’s you, it’s your love. It’s everything you need.

[undead-supernova]

Bullshit! / Masterlist / 18+

part 1 / part 3

Playlist

pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

plot: eddie runs into you unexpectedly and you think it's time to have that date a little early

contains: eddie lacking confidence, confident!reader, get to know Eddie and the reader a little better, making out, kids this is a bit more than pg-13 I'll tell you that much without spoiling it

note: sorry guys, I'm not done with this. maybe far from it. they have a dynamic unlike any other and I'm here for it.

wc: 4k

The library was maybe the last place Eddie wanted to be at one in the afternoon on a Tuesday. It was always overcrowded, riddled with students running around with coffee from the adjoining Starbucks. 

But Eddie needed a new book, having told himself that rereading The Hobbit the third time this semester was…unnecessary. Plus, his English professor told him that “we can only enact change ourselves.” 

Maybe it was a sign. Because as Eddie passed the large glass windows, he saw you sitting at one of the booths.

You looked different from every Saturday night. No makeup, hardly any jewelry except for a thin gold necklace and several rings. An oversized sweatshirt and, from his vantage point, you were wearing a pleated skirt. He even noticed that your high-top Converse were placed next to you, mismatched patterned socks adorning your feet. 

And, fuck, Eddie couldn’t help the excitement rising inside him. It should’ve embarrassed him when he started jogging towards the front door, but he couldn’t find it in him to care. All he could think about was the sound of your voice and your eyes and your touch and your kiss.

He slowed his pace as he walked past the printers and computers and found your head down in some textbook, blissfully unaware.

“Working hard or hardly working?” he asked.

And when you looked up and smiled, he could’ve sworn his heart swelled and burst like a goddamn balloon.

“Oh my gosh, hi!” you exclaimed, jumping up to give him a hug. “What the fuck are you doing here!”

It was only for a few seconds, but he couldn’t resist breathing in your intoxicating perfume and memorizing the feel of you. The curve of your back, the soft fabric of your sweatshirt scratching against his calloused fingertips.

And as you sat back down, he realized quickly why your mere touch was so alluring. It was a reminder that Saturday had been real and, on this grueling Tuesday, you still cared about his existence. You still noticed him.

“I was coming to look for something new to read,” he answered, trying to figure out what to do with his hands and failing. “What about you?”

Eddie couldn’t decipher your now raised eyebrow, watching as you lifted your pointer finger. “Sit down,” you nearly demanded, eyes flickering from him to the booth. His heart hammered in his chest as he complied, eyeing your finger following his movements. 

It was despicable how easy it was for you to get him to do whatever you wanted. Even just fucking sitting down. But he loved it. Every. Fucking. Second.

“I was in the stacks looking at the archives,” you explained. “But everyone in my class took them already.” You sighed, rolling your eyes. “Such bitches.”

“How rude,” Eddie said, all teasing with an amused smile.

He could tell you liked it, biting your lip slightly before playing along. “I know, it’s offensive.”

There was something he noticed in your expression, placing your lip back between your teeth as you scanned him up and down. Eddie was unable to keep a smile off his face, overwhelmed by the attention you gave him. Like he was a meal, but something to be savored rather than merely devoured.

He couldn’t help it when he returned the sentiment, glancing down at your skirt that was riding further and further up your thighs. It wasn’t the time to think about you like that, spread wide for him as he got on all fours. Having you barking commands at him to do it properly, rewarding him with endless praise once you deemed it good enough.

Your thighs parted just a bit more, head tilting to the side as you gave him a smirk. As if you knew exactly where his thoughts were and wanted him to keep going. And, wow, were you two really just eye-fucking each other in the library?

“Want some coffee?” he asked, trying to distract himself. Practically flinching, pulling himself back from the table. “I was gonna head to Starbucks afterwards.”

The sexual tension broke at the question and he watched as you fiddled with your pen. But you didn’t flounder like he did. He wondered if you ever could. 

“Yeah, I’d love to. I have to finish something up but—”

“Oh, I’ll go by myself,” he offered.

“You sure?” you asked, clearly surprised.

“Yeah, no biggie,” he assured you, standing up.

Expression turning a bit sheepish, you said, “I will warn you… My order is complicated.”

He shrugged. “Hit me.”

And the order wasn’t complicated, per se. Eddie just wanted to know how the hell had you come up with a “dirty iced chai with oat milk and two pumps of cinnamon dolce”. Regardless, Eddie tucked that into his Notes app for later. If there was a later.

After grabbing himself a large black coffee and the concoction you'd asked for, he made his way back over to you. Rounding the corner, he noticed the way you moved back and forth between a book and your laptop, sighing and mumbling something to yourself. But as if you could sense him, you turned and watched him approach, a smile appearing on your lips.

“Oh, a Venti, huh?” you teased, making grabbing motions at him anyways.

He shrugged, sitting back down. “You deserve it.”

“You know what? You’re right.” You took it from his hand, taking a long sip. “I hate Starbucks coffee,” you said, licking your lips. “It’s awful. But this is the best thing on the menu, so thank you.”

“Yeah, of course.” Eddie hoped you couldn’t see him blush. "I hate it, too. It's just the only thing we got." 

“God, I know. Also, I can Venmo you or—"

“Absolutely not,” he interrupted, waving you away. 

“Okay,” you conceded, not bothering to argue further. Just took another sip and sat back. Glanced out the window before back at him. “Wanna go on that date today?”

“Today?” he asked, nearly gobsmacked.

Nervousness ran along his limbs, not fully prepared to be with you. Alone. Just the two of you. It’d taken him hours to go to bed after dropping you off the other night. Any time he thought he was done masturbating, it just came with another round. Like a goddamn creep.

“Why not?”

“Aren’t you doing research?” he asked, feeling his face grow hot.

And if you noticed, you didn’t say anything about it.

“Oh my god, I would rather die than look at this shit any longer. I’ve been here since eight.” You paused before throwing a hand over your face. “Unless you’re busy. Sorry I didn’t ask first.”

“No, no. I’m free,” he lied, deciding at that moment to skip his class. He’d catch up on Algebra with his tutor—it’s not like he paid attention anyways. That damn tutor was the only reason he understood a fraction of it. Pun absolutely intended. 

And he swore you nearly jumped up, grabbing your shoes and shoving them on before packing up your backpack, the weight of it starting to look daunting. Book after book, plus your laptop and pencil case and…

Without thought, Eddie grabbed it for you, slinging it over his shoulder. Fuck, it was heavy. “Here, I got it.”

You stared up at him, clearly shocked. “Oh, you sure?”

But Eddie gave you a smile and gestured towards the window with his head. “Yeah, come on. I’ll drive.”

By all accounts, Eddie was actually…sweet. It was nearly sickening how sweet he could be, carrying your backpack for you and opening the car door (despite it being a stalker van). Asking what music you liked to listen to—everything, was the answer. And you didn’t just like every genre, you loved it— Fiddling with the air conditioning and telling you to change it if you get too hot or too cold. Asking if his music was too loud, asking how you were doing now, away from your books.

You were starting to find him ridiculously intriguing, unsure how to take his kindness. It wasn’t a bad thing by any means. You just…weren’t used to a man being so considerate of your feelings. 

It wasn’t like you didn’t think you deserved it—that was obvious every time a man got a little too close for comfort and you had to humiliate them. 

But there was just something that felt new about Eddie. When he’d approached you at the party, you sized him up like every other guy shooting their shot. But he caught your eye immediately when he stumbled over his words. And when a jolt seized your veins at that first touch on his arm, you knew you were hooked. 

You’d gone to bed that night with a smile on your face, softly licking along your lips to savor the lingering taste of Eddie’s mouth. It was tinged with beer, something you used to hate. Something you now loved, thoughts echoing one word:

New.

Eddie helped you out of the car once he’d parked, even insisting that you let him get it for you. It made you feel quite warm in the face, surprised by his assertion. Made you feel like a lady, something you hadn’t ever felt at the hands of a man.

As you moved through the museum, you were quiet, whispering now and then about certain art styles and their importance during their corresponding time periods. And you were glad that Eddie wasn’t a douchebag about noise level inside a museum.

He never interrupted, never poked fun at your intelligence. He’d even asked more questions, all hushed and contained, some even you didn’t know the answer to. Pocketing them for later to ask your professors. 

But Eddie rarely gave up any information about himself, leaving you to tap his foot with yours and ask him questions. Every time, his face got hot and he murmured responses with a shrug, as if he didn’t think it was anything special. 

How was it not? He was still undecided, having dreams of working on video games and helping direct the narratives in new and innovative ways to engage with the player more. You didn’t know much about video games, but you still listened. Still gave him the attention he’d given you. It wasn’t even hard—he was so animated once he got into something he was passionate about. It was endearing, actually.

You ended up sitting down on one of the benches together, staring at an abstract painting by an artist you’d never heard of. 

“Do you like abstract?” you asked him, whispering despite the empty room.

Eddie shrugged, eyes trained on the swirling colors. “I think so? I mean, it’s cool to look at. I just don’t really know what I’m looking for. Or what I’m looking at, for that matter.”

That brought a smile to your face. His statement wasn’t judgmental or dismissive. It was…pensive. Contemplative. 

“I think of it like music,” you said. “The different colors and movements are like different instruments. They’re all separate but they come together to make something magical.”

For emphasis, you leaned in closer to him, your face and shoulder fully pressed against him. Raised your arm to point at the sharp flicks of red hurling towards the top right of the canvas. You could’ve sworn you heard Eddie suck in a breath, having to suppress a smirk at the effect you had over him. 

“That’s like a trumpet, bright and loud. Furious in nature but soaring off the page.” Then you pointed toward the royal blue splatters, more round than some of the other scattered pigments. “And this is like, oh, I don’t know. I guess, a trombone. Low and sultry. Rounded. Keeping everything together.”

Eddie turned his head, your noses nearly touching. You couldn’t help the shiver running down your neck at the tickling sensation you got from his hair. A smile you hadn’t seen before enveloped his face as you made eye contact.

“So, you’re saying it’s like jazz.”

A breathy laugh left your lips, finding yourself intimidated by his pointed gaze. By the way you could study the rich brown in his eyes, all bright and energized despite his calm demeanor. The stubble rising from his pores, all scratchy and wicked. 

“Well, uh,” you murmured, surprised by your inability to form words. “It doesn’t have to be, but, um, I guess this one made me think of jazz. The way it kinda…” your voice trailed off as he seemingly leaned in further, his scent like smoke fogging your senses. “It’s not so rigid. It’s improv. It’s, um…”

“Varied?” he offered, his smile growing. “Unique?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

Eddie let out a hum. “I think I get it now.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. It’s beautiful.”

For once, you had to look away, back at the painting to try and control your breathing. There were flashes of things you wanted to do, both tender and wildly too inappropriate for the setting. Things you wanted beyond physicality, beyond the limits you’d always set for yourself.

And as if he could hear the pounding of your heart, his fingertips touched yours. Slowly weaved his fingers through the spaces left open. Took a piece of your heart with him.

Eddie might not be exactly forward with his actions, but he knew what he wanted. All you could do was squeeze his hand and hope that one day you’d get to see him in full bloom. 

“Why do you do that thing?” you asked.

Eddie glanced over at you, one hand on the steering wheel. The other fiddled with a hole in his pants, needing something to grasp onto. His heart rate just started to slow down, giving him a chance to breathe. 

There was just something about you that drove him mad.

“What thing?”

“Act like you’re not interesting.”

Sheepishly, Eddie shrugged. “I mean, I don’t know. I guess it’s ‘cause you’re way more interesting than me.”

“Bullshit,” you said sternly, a scoff leaving your lips.

“What!” he exclaimed, looking over at you again. “It’s true.”

You shook your head, crossing your arms over your chest. “You highly underestimate yourself.”

Eddie snorted. “I’m a stereotype.”

“Bullshit,” you repeated, starting to sound genuinely frustrated. “Who the hell told you that?”

He didn’t know where to start. 

Being a loser wasn’t a big deal for him in high school. Grew up with his father’s reputation preceding him. Got through it the best he could with some awesome friends along the way. Finally graduated high school and raised his GPA enough to come here. It was simple. In his mind, he was simple.

But spending the latter half of summer, the one he dared never to speak of, without his friends and then coming here without anyone else… Well, he struggled to find anyone willing to be his friend. He tried. Really, he did. But it never came to fruition.

And what was more embarrassing than joining a D&D club before being told he didn’t belong within the first hour? Him, the DM of Hawkins, hell, Indiana, being told he didn’t belong. That he didn’t play right. That he just didn’t fit.

He spent so much time alone. It was starting to make him miss Hawkins, the nostalgia starting to kick in. Hawkins, the place he loathed. The place he wanted nothing to do with. 

He was a nineteen-year-old Freshman with no friends and an undecided future.  

His silence must’ve lasted longer than he thought because you pointed at the nearly empty Walmart parking lot and asked, “Actually, would you pull in for a sec?”

“Yeah, of course,” he responded, heading towards the very back row, far from any remaining cars. Giving the two of you privacy just in case you started to yell at him for being a loser or something. He didn’t know. You were just so unpredictable.

But once he parked, you were unbuckling your seatbelt and grabbing his chin. Squished the bottom of his cheeks in one hand as you pulled his face closer to yours. He must’ve stopped breathing, hands slipping from the steering wheel.

“You better start listening to me, Eddie,” you breathed, all low and sensual, moving your lips to barely graze his bottom lip. “I really don’t like you talking about yourself like that.”

Eddie could feel sweat collecting beneath his bangs as you continued your torture, raking your fingernails down his throat before wrapping your hand around it. He gasped, earning a small smile out of you.

“I don’t waste my time with boring people, as conceited as that sounds,” you continued, the left corner of your mouth lifting. Eyes flickering between his eyes and his lips, eyelashes fluttering with each micromovement. “But I never claimed to be the nicest person, did I?” Eddie still wouldn’t speak. He didn’t know if he could without moaning. “You’re one of the most interesting people I’ve met. And the nicest, which is probably more than I deserve. You’ve seen the way I treat other men.”

“They deserved it,” he whispered, feeling his cock twitch when your grip tightened. “Every one of them.”

“Yeah, they did,” you replied, raising the pitch of your voice. Like you were taunting him. “But you’re different, aren’t you?”

“I-I am?”

“You’re sweet,” you breathed, giving slow kisses to his cheeks. Giggling when you noticed the blood rushing into them so rapidly. “And you’re a real nice guy, you know that?”

“I, uh, I try to be,” he stumbled as you moved your lips past his jaw and against his ear. Went limp at the feeling of you biting the lobe, fanning your breath over it.

“You do such an excellent job,” you whispered. “So nice and kind and funny. You really get me going, Eddie. I didn’t think I’d be so affected by you.”

When you pulled back to face him, you chuckled. He couldn’t blame you. His eyes must’ve been popping out of his head, mouth agape at your pretty words. What was even more fucked up was how genuine you sounded, like you weren’t just saying these things to say them. You meant it.

“I thought about you a lot this weekend,” you said breathily, removing your hand from his neck to start coiling his hair around your finger.

“Me?”

“You,” you said with a nod.

He licked his lips. “W-what about me?”

“About how interesting you are. And not to get too vulgar,” you said with a giggle, all teasing and devilish. “But I couldn’t help but think about taking your cock down my throat.” Another giggle as you tapped your fingers along his collarbone. “Thought about what it looks like, if it’s half as pretty as you.”

Eddie couldn’t stop the way his cock strained against his jeans, the neverending praise overwhelming him. “T-thank you,” he responded, unable to suppress the whine that he’d tried to contain when your other hand began palming him over his jeans. 

“You, um,” he tried to continue, taking a deep breath through his nose to keep his composure. “I-if you want, you can. Anytime. Any time.” 

“It’d be so easy like this, you know,” you nearly purred. “To ride you, to leave you a blubbering mess and thanking me for taking care of you. I think you’d really, really like that.”

“You’re killing me, sweetheart,” he groaned, fingers now reaching out to white-knuckle the steering wheel. 

“Am I wrong?”

A tiny scoff left his lips as you nearly massaged his cock, knowing that if you didn’t stop soon, he was going to burst. “You already know the answer to that.”

“I want to hear it, Eddie.” You nipped his neck, causing him to jump a little. But you wouldn’t stop, whispering filthy words as you continued to mark him. “I want to hear you tell me how good it would feel for me to suck you dry.” He continued to nod, each word sending him further into the deep end. “Before getting you hard again, just ‘cause I can, and getting on top so I can milk you with my pussy.” He moaned at your vulgarity. “Which is dripping, by the way.”

Without any warning, Eddie was cumming, an explosive rush that had him twitching and jerking. Panting and dry mouthed. You didn’t remove your hand, merely chuckling and rubbing him through his jeans until he was able to breathe normally again.

Before Eddie could get the chance to apologize for his behavior, you were pulling him in with an agonizingly slow kiss, your fingers damp from the cum seeping through his jeans. 

You tugged at his lower lip with your teeth before letting out a hum. Gazed up into his puppy dog eyes and said, “Good boy.”

After a few moments of Eddie being able to think clearly again, you found your eyes wandering around his console before settling on a pack of cigarettes. 

“You smoke?” you asked, plucking them from the cupholder and shaking the box in front of his face.

He nodded, seemingly quiet despite what transpired. “Want one?”

“Absolutely,” you responded, quick to take two out and hand one over. Watched him roll the windows down. Even went so far as to light both cigarettes for you like a gentleman. 

You knew he was still coming down from that high. It wasn’t like you could judge when the wetness collecting between your thighs was probably staining the carseat. It took everything in you not to beg him to take you right then and there. But you were a lady (of sorts) and as a lady, you were content with saving yourself for another day.

Besides, it was nice to see him so calm now. Like a weight had been lifted, if only for a moment. It was still a moment.

“Post-nut clarity cigarette,” you joked, taking a slow drag and glancing out at the afternoon sun. 

“Was that…not embarrassing?”

That was when you realized what was happening.

“Are you kidding me? That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” you said truthfully. 

“I’m sure it’s totally hot,” he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

Ah, yes. You supposed it was embarrassing for a guy to have creamed his pants without so much as a kiss. But that didn’t bother you at all. You knew it would be different once you were alone, edging him until he was begging you for more. Nothing would make you happier.

You ignored him. “You know, if you want us to go any further, you’re gonna have to earn it,” you said plainly, checking over your nails to make sure the paint hadn’t chipped too bad.  

“How?”

“Once you learn to be nice to yourself.” You shrugged before glancing back over at his wide-eyed expression. “I know there’s something more to you than what you think of yourself. I saw it at the party and I’m seeing it now. You just have to see that, Eddie. That’s really all there is to it.”

Eddie’s lips seemed to form a pout before he took a few hearty puffs, the smoke billowing around you. Looked around. Looked down at his lap. Looked back up at you. Mumbled, “So I can’t, like, go down on you right now?”

A laugh surged out of you so quickly that you started coughing. You waved him away when his concern sounded, ending up laughing harder before you could contain yourself.

“As much as I’d love to give you the privilege of eating me out right now, I think it’s best to wait until you’ve shown some improvement.”

“So there’s a chance?” he asked. 

You leaned back in towards his face, opening his mouth with your thumb. Taking another drag, you put your lips to his and blew the smoke into his mouth. Felt him breathe it in before letting it out through his nose. 

You smirked. “If you’re desperate for a piece of me, you could always lap up what I left behind on your car seat.”

He groaned, taking a deep breath while rolling his eyes. “God, you’re a fucking menace.”

“Honey, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

as per usual, thanks to @strangergraphics for letting me use her dividers and looking over my work hehehe

[jadewritesficshere]

18+only: bondage, begging, humiliation, dom/sub subtext

Just thinking about Eddie messing around with the handcuffs and thinking about what it would be like to be restrained against a headboard since he didn't have one.

Going to your house and using the spare key you have hidden to get inside. You would never know! He'd be in and out. Going to your room and laying on your bed stretching his arms above his head and interlocking the handcuffs with the headboard. Tightening the cuffs so they aren't too tight but they also leave a thin red mark if he struggles against them too much. Not enough to cut him but enough he can see it later and be reminded that he was here like this.

And Eddie is so turned on and he's in your bed and surrounded by your scent he can close his eyes and imagine you laying next to him. He goes to unlock the handcuffs but the angle is weird and he drops the key. He can hear it hit the floor with a clang. Eddie tries to get out but can't. And Eddie's face is flushed from embarrassment and now really isn't the time to learn that makes him a bit harder. All he can do is wait and try his best to not think sexy thoughts and hope his problem goes down.

And then you come in and all you see is Eddie laying on your bed, arms stretched above him. The glint of metal wrapped around his wrists and your headboard like a flashing light. Eddie's face is flushed, a nice red that spreads down his neck. With his arms stretched above his head, his shirt has lifted revealing his stomach. Curls of hair that form under his belly button that trails down and disappears under his jeans. A very prominent bulge in his pants. A very very prominent bulge.

Eddie is simultaneously mortified and horny and he can't help shivering under your gaze. He is literally at your mercy here and if that doesn't make his dick strain harder against his jeans.

And if you come over and slowly trace your fingers up and down his chest, each stroke down getting closer and closer to his jeans. Him lifting his hips up slightly in the hopes that he can get some friction from your hand against him. You scolding him and removing your hand, teasing him. Eddie's whimpers and gasps filling the air, begging you for anything just please touch him. Finally getting some relief when you finally do

[smurphyse]

Daddy's Princess

Smurph's Masterlist

Warnings: Daddy kink, exhibitionism, princess kink, choking, love confessions, biting, subspace, lil bit of crying, lil bit of aftercare

Summary: You and Eddie have been sneaking around for months now. You call him Daddy and he calls you Princess... but so does your father. Eddie takes advantage

"Oh I fucking love these," Eddie groans as he palms your ass. He's talking about your sundress with its thin straps and easy access, the way he can push it up anytime he wants and touch you. 

You're on his lap on the plush pink carpet of your bedroom, surrounded by the stuffed animals you tossed on the floor. The bed springs creak, especially when Eddie Munson is balls deep inside you and tossing you around. 

This all started a few months ago when you went out to a bar with some friends. In a baby pink sundress, you'd been abandoned by your friends for their boyfriends they invited without telling you. Eddie had waltzed up and leaned against the bar, smirking at you among the smoke and the neon. 

Well hey, Princess, he'd huskily drawled as you smiled shyly back. Don't you look like a dream? 

You still don't know quite how it happened, but that night started first with you being fucked in a bathroom stall…and ended with you on your back on the shag carpeting in the back of Eddie's van. The multiple orgasms cloud the memory, but nothing can mask the delicious way it felt to have him inside you, whispering devilish things and making you scream his name in the dead of night. 

It's a few years after high school, and you're still in college and living with your parents. They definitely would never approve of Eddie 'eyeliner and leather and tattoos' Munson, so you resort to scandalous rendezvous in his car, your car, his trailer, or your bedroom. He always complains about having to sneak in through the window, but you know how much he likes the idea of potentially getting caught. 

"Need you now, Princess," he groans against your neck, pressing his forehead under your jugular and bucking his hips up. 

"Need you, Daddy," you whimper, your hands tangled tightly in his hair. 

You aren't sure how that started either. You certainly don't have daddy issues. In fact you're really close with your father, but there's something so filthy about calling Eddie that and trusting him… especially under your father's roof. 

Eddie drags his hands regretfully from your backside to tug at his belt. He doesn't take it all the way off, just opens his fly and pulls his cock out. Best to have his pants on in the actual case he has to make a quick getaway. You grind your wet cunt against him achingly as soon as he does, his dirty talk and wandering hands always leaving you desperate. 

"Don't keep me waiting," he growls lightly in your ear, teeth grazing your lobe before pressing his lips to your neck. 

He's deft in the way he gets you like this… dress straps pulled down to expose your breasts, panties tossed somewhere in the piles of your childhood Teddy bears and unicorn stuffies, usually well kept hair wild and finger mussed from his tugging and pulling. 

Lifting up on your knees, your fingers wrap around his dick and give him a few gentle squeezes like he likes. You nuzzle close and kiss him as you brush his head against your folds, his precum smearing and mixing with your slick. You hiss as his blunt head presses against your hole, but Eddie swallows it with a fierce kiss. 

You sink down on him, stretching slowly. The gasps are caught between you, between tongue and nuzzling noses and gripping hands. It burns, it's excruciatingly full of ecstacy, it's everything. 

You haven't seen him in weeks, and as you cling to his shoulders and ride him with swirling snaps of your hips, every night you spent on vacation empty in your shared hotel room with your parents fades away. Eddie digs his nails into your skin, holding you down on his cock and hardly letting you fuck him the way you want. 

"So warm, so tight," he murmurs, almost whimpering in the dim light. "I've thought about this cunt every night."

Instead of your usual taunting and teasing, riling one another up, this is about fucking. This encounter is about getting it done and cumming just for one another. In the car it's like this but louder, and in his trailer you scream his name like even God himself couldn't see you, but in your room you have to be quiet. 

Your dad might hear you. 

"Missed you, Daddy," you groan, another deep roll of your hips. Your sundress crumples between your bodies, the denim of his jacket rubs against your nipples and forces a flood between your legs. "I've been so empty…"

"Don't worry, Princess," he whispers back, his thick length grinding up into you. The way he holds you keeps you spread over his lap, wide open so he can fuck balls deep into your sopping pussy. Eddie slips his palm around your throat, the other arm wrapped around your waist. "Daddy's here, just for you."

You love it when he talks like that… like all he thinks about is you. Over the past few months your life changed with Eddie. He likes to take you on surprise dates and give you random gifts, usually jewelry he makes himself or things he finds he thinks you'll enjoy. You've never felt this wanted. He never lets you forget how much he wants you. 

"Because I'm your Princess?" you pout, but you never stop grinding and working yourself over on his beautiful dick. 

Eddie smirks at you, squeezing ever so light around your exposed neck. When you extend it to give him more room, that smirk turns devilish. 

"You're my only Princess," he says sweetly, dark and full of fire. Eddie leans in and licks a stripe up the column of your neck, moving his hand only long enough to do so. The slick lets his palm slide over your skin, slippery and cooling between your body heat. "My sweet, slutty little Princess… a whore just for me."

You grin like a fool, letting yourself fall into that usual place of safety, of liquid warm passion with Eddie Munson, "Just for you, Daddy."

Knock knock knock!

You both still, Eddie's eyes going wide and yours hazy as you both look towards the door. He doesn't let you go, in fact…grips you tighter as the knob rattles. Thank God you locked it. 

"Princess?" your father's voice comes through the wood. Your pussy clenches around Eddie's cock as anxiety courses through you. You feel him twitch before he sneakily begins to fuck you again, slowly sliding in and out of your slippery cunt. 

"I'm getting dressed, Daddy!" you call out, trying to speak clearly with Eddie's hand wrapped firmly around your neck. 

He leans in and kisses your cheek, whispers, "I thought that was my name…"

Your cheeks turn to liquid fire as Eddie chuckles, his tight hold on you hot and firm. Each roll of his hips drives you crazy, and you bite your lip to hold back your moan. You can feel your heartbeat in your cunt. 

"Okay," your father replies, and you can hear how dejected he is with his voice. "Dinner in twenty minutes."

"Can't wait!" you manage to squeak out, nearly cut off by Eddie pushing against your throat until he presses you into the carpet. 

He leans over you, looming above with that dark look in his eyes. He kisses the tip of your nose and says quietly, "Tell Daddy you love him, Princess."

Your whole body trembles, even your jaw as you gaze up at Eddie. Tears prick your eyes, but the trust built between you means you know he won't judge you for how wet this makes you. Eddie won't judge you for the things he makes you do out of lust and desperation. 

"I love you, Daddy!" you cry out, voice shaking. Eddie grins like a madman.

Your father's rumbling laugh echoes through the door as you grip the fuzzy carpet for dear life, "I love you too, Princess."

His footsteps clunk down the hallway and then the stairs, and Eddie is on you in an instant. Pillow soft lips full of insistence and reverence slide against yours, his cock filling you with each pump and snap of his hips. His body holds yours down as he lavishes you with attention. 

"Good girl," he praises, the weight of him comforting and giving you safety in vulnerability. "Daddy's proud…and I love you too…"

Your brain fog clears for just a moment to realize that Eddie Munson just told you he loves you for the first time. He leans his forehead against yours as he watches your reaction, filled with wary nerves and caution. 

You cling to reality enough to see his own openness, his gratefulness that you've accepted his kinks too. You reach up to cup his jaw and rub the pad of your thumb over his plump bottom lip. You tug on it a bit then let it go. 

"I love you, Eddie."

That cautious stare slips back to a bright smirk, and then he's on you again. His kisses are rough, desperate, needy just like before. Your legs wrap around his hips to keep him close, fingers tangling in his hair and keeping him where you need him. 

Eddie's body presses against yours, hands wandering as he fucks you deep and hard. He swallows your moans, echoes his own back to you, and you take it all. His cock bounces on your cervix, glides through you like it was made to fit inside. 

"I'm never gonna let you go," he whispers between kisses, between fucking you into oblivion. "My sweet girl, my Princess. I love you so fucking much."

His voice strains, that vein popping out in his neck from the effort of holding back. You rock back onto him the best you can, the tingling warmth in your pussy reverberating through your body like lightning. 

"Don't let me go, Daddy. I need you. I love you," you murmur back, full of devotion and emotion you can't properly explain. "Wanna be with you forever!" 

The lightning bursts like thunder, and Eddie's hand on your throat moves to your lips to cover the cry that explodes from your chest. His denim rubs into your nipples, and you know it's going to chafe, but the thought only makes your eyes cross and roll back. 

Your whole body quakes with ecstacy, moans muffled beneath his palm as Eddie snaps. He fucks you like a maniac, pounding you into the soft carpet and holding you down. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he whimpers, his jaw quivering like it always does when he cums. The seriousness of a scene breaks, and all of Eddie's emotion comes out like a flood. 

"I'm here, I'm here, Princess," he whines, rutting into you, cock throbbing. "I'm not going anywhere, I love you too fucking much!"

Eddie shoves himself as deep as he can, thankfully muffling your moan from the pain. His head drops to the crook of your shoulder, his teeth biting into your skin as his body coils and snaps like a livewire. 

Hot cum spurts in waves, flooding you as Eddie grunts like an animal. You hold onto him limply as he empties himself inside, filling your womb with his seed. Your body takes him, takes all of him like you are made to. He's told you enough times. 

Eddie collapses on you with a sharp exhale, sticky sweat cooling on your skin. His lips press sloppily to your neck, over and over until he gets up on his elbows to watch you. 

"You really love me?" he asks quietly, his eyes glistening with tears. 

You reach up again to touch him, to press your fingers to his lip like your staining a promise into his skin. 

"I really love you, Eddie."

This time his grin is nothing but relief, and when he kisses you it's full of reverence and care, sweet sticky dopey love. You moan softly as you kiss him back, holding him in the way he liked. Your fingers wander down his waist until you reach under his shirt and rub his back. 

Eddie nuzzles close, pressing feeble kisses to your cheeks and lips. He always gets like this after, clingy and needy, and you're more than happy to take care of him when he takes such good care of you. 

"I really missed you," he mumbles into your skin, letting out a long sigh. "Two weeks is a long time."

"Dinner tomorrow?" you ask, smiling to yourself. "I wanna see you."

Eddie pulls back to flash you a lopsided grin, "Only if we go back to my place after."

You nod slowly, anxious beyond belief. You'd been thinking about this for a while, but the thought of him saying no was terrifying. 

"I was thinking…you could have dinner here…with me… and my parents."

Eddie's eyes go wide, "You want me to meet them?"

"I needed to know you were all in first, y’know?" you whisper, blushing in the dark. "That this was real."

Eddie softens, and he brushes some of your messy hair back. He presses a sweet kiss to the tip of your nose and nods, "It's real for me. I'm all in, Princess."

You chuckle, "You can't call me that in front of my dad."

Smirking, Eddie leans in and pokes his nose against yours, "As long as you can hold back from calling me Daddy in front of them."

"I'll do my best. It's hard, though…" you pout playfully, "I'm Daddy's Princess."

Eddie laughs lightly, and when he pulls out of you you both groan a bit. He stuffs himself back into his pants and goes for your underwear drawer. You sit up on your elbows as he pulls out a cute pair of pink cotton panties and comes back to you. 

When he starts to loop them around your ankles, you kick lightly at him, "I'm gonna take a shower real quick."

Eddie flashes you a deliciously dark look, "No you're not. You're gonna go have dinner with your father with Daddy's cum leaking out of that pretty little pussy."

You know better than to say no, and even lift your hips for him as he tugs the panties up. He helps you to your feet and presses a sweet kiss to your forehead. You wince as you feel his cum glob into your fresh, clean underwear.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he tells you gently, and you nod. "Be good."

As he heads for the window, you wait until he's halfway out before replying, "Never."

Eddie points at you as a warning, but then he's gone, ambling down the trellis and disappearing into the moonlight. 

You straighten your dress and pull your hair back up into a ponytail before heading downstairs. 

Your parents sit in the dining room as you come in, and you kiss your father's cheek before taking your seat. 

"Your mom made chicken," he chuckles happily and pats his belly. "Your favorite, Princess."

"She really is Daddy's Princess, isn't she?" your mother sighs, but it's playful. 

You glance out the window only to see Eddie smirking at you through the glass. He winks one last time and points again before sneaking through the hedges. 

You give your father your most dazzling smile.

"I sure am."

Notes: Hoo... I'm sweaty

ST Taglist: @tlclick73 @theloser007 @sadbitchfangirl @chaoticcancer  

[stray-cat-21]

The Pariah and the Freak

Part 2: Meeting the Baby and Rumors Spread

Summary: Eddie and (y/n) see their baby for the first time

“Shit does this look okay should I change? I’ve gotta couple button ups from shows and stuff I could wear. Do we have time to run back to the trailer?”

“Eddie honey we’re just doing an ultrasound there’s no dress code”

“Yeah but we’re meeting our baby for the first time I wanna make a good impression”

Eddie sounds genuinely concerned while staring into the full length mirror in (y/n)’s room. He messes with his hair, adjusts his plain black shirt tucking it in and untucking it, and tampering with his jacket’s zipper. (Y/n) steps away from her closet watching her boyfriend nervously fiddle with his clothes. Not only was he worried about his appearance but even in private he had referred to the baby as his own. Smiling she made her way over to Eddie wrapping her arms around his waist earning a soft smile from him.

“You look fine baby I promise, it’s not like the baby can see you” (y/n) responds voice airy and feathery light. Eddie exhales turning around to wrap her in a tight hug. He holds her close resting her forehead against his chin so he can plant a kiss there. “I know I just want to do this all right start to finish. You deserve that, you both do” he breathes.

(Y/n) smiles warmly looking up to give him a kiss. Slow sweet and laced with appreciation. “You look amazing and I know the baby will agree. I mean how could they not with that hair” she teases playing with a strand of his brown waves. Eddie chuckles relaxing more. “And the sweet ol tatties don’t forget those” he jokes earning a laugh from (Y/n).

“Those too baby” (y/n) agrees. “Alright we better get on the road we got a bit of a drive” Eddie says glancing over at the clock. (Y/n) agrees grabbing her purse. (Y/n) was 18 so getting a doctors appointment without parental knowledge or consent wasn’t hard but in order to not get caught they had to make the appointment the next town over. Eddie offers out his arm leading them out to his van.

He pulls the van’s passenger door open with a loud squeak. There’s a bit of a step so Eddie helps her up into her seat. “Oh you can uh stick the camera in the back” Eddie suggests spotting it sitting on the seat. (Y/n) pulls it into her lap instead as Eddie makes his way over to his own seat. “What’s this for?” She questions once he’s in the van.

“I uh wanted to capture the moment” Eddie laughs a little embarrassed. (Y/n) smiles again and leans over to kiss him on the cheek. “I don’t have too many photos from when I was little, they’re mostly from after I moved in with Wayne. I want things to be different for our kid y’know” he shrugs. “Then our baby will have tons of photos, not just of them but our little family” (y/n) agrees.

Spending her Sunday with her legs in stirrups with Eddie Munson at her side was definitely not on (y/n)’s agenda for her senior year. It’s an uncomfortable position to be in but with Eddie holding her hand it doesn’t feel too bad. He presses a soft reassuring kiss to her palm offering her a warm smile. “You ready to meet our baby?” Eddie asks. “So ready” (y/n) breathes.

A doctor dressed in baby pink scrubs enters with a clipboard in hand. “Hello my name is Dr. Aditi and you must be (y/n)” she says reading from the chart. “Yes, and this is Eddie he’s the father” (y/n) explains. “Hi” Eddie says nervousness evident his voice. 

Doctor Aditi asks a lot of questions and explains some medical things. Eddie makes a note of exactly what vitamins (y/n) needs to take along with what exactly to avoid. Anytime she seems to get overwhelmed or worried Eddie gives her hand a reassuring squeeze. It’s a lot to take in but Eddie takes it seriously wanting to do as he said and do everything right.

Finally it's time for the ultrasound. Dr. Aditi prepares the machine, gently putting the cold gel on (y/n)'s belly and positioning the wand. As the screen flickers to life, Eddie holds his breath. The room is filled with a soft whooshing sound as the doctor moves the wand around, searching for the baby. And just like that there it is, a tiny, fuzzy image appears on the screen.

Eddie's eyes widen with wonder, and (y/n) gasps, tears threatening to spill from their eyes. They clutch each other's hands even tighter as Dr. Aditi points out where there baby is. "It's beautiful," Eddie whispers, his voice filled with awe. Tears stream down (y/n)'s face as she nods in agreement. "Our baby," she murmurs voice choked with emotion.

Eddie pulls his eyes away briefly enough to kiss her (y/n) on the head. “And this,” Dr. Aditi says flicking another switch “is your baby’s heartbeat.” A small but steady thumping sound fills the room. Forget Metallica, screw Dio, and Megadeath may as well throw in the towel. This sound right here was Eddie’s new favorite sound.

The next few moments are a blur as Dr. Aditi continues the ultrasound procedure. The whole time Eddie can't take his eyes off the screen. His heart bursting with love for the tiny life growing inside (y/n). The image is etching itself into his memory taking place among Eddie’s favorite things. It’s a moment he wants to remember forever.

After what feels like an eternity Dr. Aditi finishes up and cleans (y/n)'s belly. As they all gather their belongings, Eddie remembers the small camera now tucked under his leather jacket. “Uh hey before we go I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind taking a photo of us?” Eddie asks. The doctor happily obliges accepting the camera. Eddie wraps his arm around (y/n)‘s shoulders and they both hold the ultrasound in front of them.

Leaving the doctor's office Eddie and (y/n) share a huge smile. There’s an indescribable sensation of love and connection they’re both experiencing. They sit in the van, staring at the ultrasound image, unable to contain their excitement. It feels unreal as Eddie stares at the black and white photo in his hands.

“They’re beautiful”

“I know it’s unbelievable”

“Wasn’t that the most metal thing you’ve ever heard?

“Seriously this is amazing you’re amazing” Eddie breathes out. He kisses her head and her cheek and her lips. (Y/n) let’s out a teary laugh. “Seriously (y/n), amazing” Eddie grins.

As they drive back towards home they’re both just a little somber. Once they get home there’s no celebrations to be had, no spreading the joyful news. They do end up stopping by a little store that sells baby clothes. Eddie insists on picking out a tiny onesie with the words "Daddy's Little Rockstar" printed on it. It's a small gesture, but it symbolizes his unwavering commitment to being the best father he can be.

Eddie’s copy of the ultrasound stays safe in his wallet. Every time he opens his wallet and sees the picture he can't help but smile like an idiot. It represents everything he went through to make this happen. How far he had come since just daydreaming about (y/n) from across the room.

On Monday morning Eddie strutted through the halls of his high school, a grin plastered across his face. His classmates couldn't help but notice the exuberant expression on his face, and whispers began to circulate. By third period rumors had emerged, each more outlandish than the last. According to the grapevine Eddie had sacrificed a virgin over the weekend and that was the cause of his unusually good mood.

Determined to get to the bottom of things Gareth intercepted him at his locker. Gareth stood his ground blocking Eddie's path while Jeff and Paul joined crowding Eddie."What's going on with you Eddie are you high or somethin?" Gareth demanded, his tone laced with confusion.

Confusion etched across his face Eddie shook his head. "What are you guys talking about? No I'm not high” he replied. Frustrated, Eddie nudged Gareth attempting to pass him. They all knew that Gareth or any of them for that matter, rarely stood their ground against Eddie's strong will.

"Not so fast, we want answers," Gareth said, his voice firm. With a sigh, Eddie cast a discreet glance around before leading his friends into the nearby bathroom. Once inside, Eddie rummaged through his pocket, pulling out his wallet. He carefully pulled out photograph and handed it to Gareth who held it gingerly. Jeff and Paul craned their necks to get a glimpse of what had caused Eddie's unusual behavior.

“What is it?” Jeff asks. Eddie huffed, maintaining his infectious smile. "It's an ultrasound, so be careful with it dicks," he said, his tone slightly annoyed. Jeff's eyes widened, and the color drained from Gareth's face. Meanwhile, Paul's jaw dropped in disbelief.

Drowning in a sea of panic, Gareth blurted out, "Do you have cancer? Are you dying?" The boys began talking over each other, fueled by their fears and confusion. Eddie shouted, desperate to silence their cacophony.

“Enough!” He commanded voice booming. The boys stop talking. "It's not mine, you idiots," Eddie revealed, his smile still intact. "It's (Y/n)'s. She's pregnant." Gareth, Jeff, and Paul froze, their eyes wide with shock.

“Whose is it” Jeff’s voice trembles as he asks the question no one else was brave enough to. "Mine, obviously," Eddie replied confidently, his smile finally fading. The reality of the situation seemed to hit the trio all at once, and they stood there, speechless.

Once the initial shock wears off, Jeff and Gareth exchange knowing glances while Paul tries to process the news. "How did this happen?" Paul finally asks. Eddie shrugs, a playful smirk on his face. "I guess I have some moves outside of DND" he says, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

Gareth shakes his head, a mix of disbelief and amusement on his face. "Well, congrats, man. It's a life-changer, for sure," he says, patting Eddie on the back. Jeff, still processing everything, finally speaks up. "What are you gonna do, Eddie?"

Eddie's grin fades slightly, replaced with a more serious expression. "Well, I've talked to (Y/n), and we've decided to keep it. It won't be easy, but we'll figure it out." Paul, who has been quiet throughout the conversation, finally finds his voice. "That's a big responsibility, man, are you sure you're up for it?" he asks.

Eddie nods, determination in his eyes. "I may have been acting crazy all morning, but this, this is real. This is something I'm willing to give my all for." As the shock subsided Gareth reached out to pat Eddie's back, a mix of concern and understanding in his eyes. "Hey man, we're here for you," he said sincerely. Jeff nodded, his initial panic giving way to a sense of loyalty. "Yeah, Eddie. We'll support you through this."

"What do you need from us, Eddie?" Gareth asked, his voice filled with genuine concern. Eddie took a deep breath, overwhelmed by the unwavering support of his friends. "I just need you guys to be there for me and (Y/n)," he said, his smile softening. "I don’t imagine our very accepting town will be pleasant when they find out.” The boys exchanged nods, understanding the weight of their friend's words.

Eddie was on his way out of his last period smiling at the thought

“Eddie you’re gonna wanna come see this” Jeff says out of breath as he jogs up to his friends. Eddie wordlessly follows his bandmates down the hall. There’s a small gathering of some of their peers stood around a particular locker whispering. It would be nothing new for a member of Hellfire’s locker to get vandalized but Eddie knew that this one didn’t belong to any of them.

(Y/n)‘s locker was now littered with cruel scribblings done with different colored sharpies. Words like slut, freak’s whore, trailer park tramp were plastered on the metal along with magazine articles talking about teen pregnancy. “Shit” Eddie breathed running a hand through his hair. “Looks like word got out” Gareth sighed. “Can you two get this cleaned up I gotta find her” Eddie asked looking towards Gareth and Jeff.

“Don’t worry about it man we’ve got this” Jeff assures him. Eddie

When he spots (Y/n) she’s making her way down the hall. Dressed in her cheer uniform, books clutched to her chest as she nervously looks around. For once the nagging feeling of eyes following someone around is right

Eddie hurries over to her placing his hands on her shoulders. “Hey Eddie” she greets pulling her eyes away from a group of whispering students. “Hey sweetheart why don’t we go outside and talk alright?” He tries desperately hoping to shield her from school’s cruelty. “Talk, talk about what?” She hums. “Oh I don’t know I’m sure we’ll think of something” he says attempting to lead her towards door.

She allows him to practically push her down the hall confused by the urgency. They pass a small group of students who are huddled close together. “Whore” one of them covers up poorly with a cough. Eddie and (y/n) freeze and he winces. She turns around facing him already frowning.

“Oh god they know” (y/n) gasps. Already her eyes are watery with worry. “Yeah I guess so” Eddie sighs. “Oh god oh no, no no no” she cries spinning around seeing all the eyes on her. “C’mon let’s go outside alright baby let’s talk” Eddie pleads.

Unfortunately right now she doesn’t hear her boyfriend’s requests. All (y/n) hears is the whispers and quiet conversations the laughter and taunts. Everyone in the hallway is staring on at the two. She slowly turns around seeing classmates, cheer squad members, and even friends are watching, talking, judging. Eddie carefully grabs her face in his hands making her look at him.

“Hey it’s gonna be alright okay I promise”

“Everyone knows Eddie, everyone”

“I don’t think it’s gotten around to everyone yet but it’s definitely been around”

“This is bad so bad!”

“I know it’s bad right now but we’ll figure out. We knew this would happen eventually right?”

“Not this soon I thought we’d have time, I thought it wouldn’t be till I started showing at least”

A tear escapes her eye and Eddie is quick to wipe it away. His heart aches at how worried and upset she looks. Eddie is an old fashioned man who desperately wishes to protect her both in the physical sense and emotional. He wraps his arms around her pulling her body flush with his. This time (y/n) isn’t sobbing just silently crying motionless in his arms, if given the choice Eddie thinks he’d prefer the first option.

“Anyone who has anything to say will have to deal with me alright? And not just me but the guys too they’ve got your back”

“The guys already know?”

“Yeah Gareth heard from someone last period”

“Oh god Eddie do they hate me? Do they think I’m some floozy or something”

Eddie let’s out a small breathy laugh pulling her face away to look in her eyes. “No, no, no sweetheart they don’t think you’re a floozy. They’re having a hard time believing that I slept with you but y’know no surprise there” Eddie shrugs. That earns him a weak smile from (Y/n). Eddie takes that as a good sign wiping her face.

(Y/n) let’s put a small gasp. “Oh and you Eddie they’re probably saying all kind of things about you” she frets. “So it’s business as usual then” Eddie shrugs. (Y/n) shakes her head looking away from Eddie. Her eyes land on Chrissy rushing down the hall with her arms full of paper towels.

“Wait you were trying to lead me outside before” (y/n) points out looking back to Eddie. His face falls and he looks back for just a brief second. “Uh was I?” He asked. (Y/n) peaks behind him before quickly walking in the same direction that Chrissy just left in. “Sweetheart wait please” Eddie calls jogging behind her.

The crowd gathered around the lockers is much larger now. It’s become quite the spectacle in a matter of minutes. (Y/n) politely pushed through the crowd muttering apologies. The whispering gets less subtle as they realize that (Y/n) is making her way through.

“I’m telling you man It’s not coming off!” Gareth hissed. “Scrub harder then” Jeff huffed. “Both of you keep wiping” Chrissy instructs. The two guys are aggressively wiping the marker away while Chrissy pulls down the magazine articles and pictures. Gareth is the first to notice her presence standing up in an attempt to cover the locker with his body.

“(Y/n) hey um we were just uh working on a project for um for class” Chrissy nervously starts to explain. “For home economics!” Gareth quickly adds. “Yes, for home economics!” Chrissy cheers. It’s definitely a lie and a bad one at that since Gareth isn’t even in the same grade and Jeff doesn’t take home economics. Still the blonde smiles in hopes of convincing her friend it’s the truth.

(Y/n) doesn’t respond stepping closer to her locker. Tears gloss over her eyes once more as they look over the metal surface. She had seen on many occasions how cruel students could be and had even tried to stop it quite a few of those times. Never before had such behavior been directed at her. (Y/n) was even positive that a few of the handwritings looked familiar enough to pinpoint which cheerleader wrote it.

People she called friends, team mates, girls who had the nerve to call themselves her sisters had turned on her. They didn’t even have any proof if what they had heard was true or not and they still stabbed her in the back over it. Over something that ultimately wasn’t even her choice. The crowd was still talking in less hushed whispers. Each unfriendly voice sticking out more and more.

“I always knew she was a slut I’ve been saying it for years”

“She must have some serious issues to settle for Munson”

“How pathetic”

“Do you think she did it on purpose like she was worried of ending up alone? I mean when was the last time you saw her date someone?”

Vision blurry, ears ringing (y/n) spun around. This time she moved through the crowd much less apologetically. There were no mumbled apologies or excuse need mes. She knew Chrissy was desperately calling her name but right now she just needed out. (Y/n) didn’t stop running till she was out the door and far away from the building.

As she tries to steady her breathing, the tears continue to flow freely. It feels like her entire world has come crashing down in a matter of minutes. All she wanted was a normal high school experience, but instead, she's faced with humiliation and betrayal from those she thought were her friends.

Eddie finally catches up to her, his face full of concern and worry. "Sweetheart, are you okay?" he asks, breathless from running after her. (Y/n) looks up at him, her eyes red and puffy. "No, Eddie, I'm not okay," she sobs. "How could they do this to me? I thought they were my friends I thought they had my back."

Eddie wraps his arms around her, pulling her close. "I know, I know. It's not fair, and it's not right. But listen to me, we're going to get through this together. I promise you, I won't let anyone hurt you."

She clings to him, finding solace in his words and the comfort of his embrace. Eddie is her rock, her anchor in this storm of chaos. Together, they'll navigate through this difficult time, supporting each other every step of the way.

“I know I’m just me but no matter what I’m not going anywhere” Eddie announces quietly anyway. The comment of ‘just him’ strikes (y/n) as funny. In fact the term is funny enough to make her breathe out a quiet laugh. “What’s funny sweets?” Eddie asks. (Y/n) wipes the tears from her cheeks.

“Just you, it’s funny as if you’re nothing special it’s just you” she answers. Eddie’s eyebrows furrow in confusion and his head tilts a little. “I just mean you aren’t just you Eddie not to me anyways” (y/n) continues with a gentle smile. Eddie smiles wiping tears away from her cheeks. “You doing okay?” He asks.

(Y/n) exhales looking down. Her life had flipped upside down over the last week. Everything was changing and it was changing fast. Then there was the good part that had come out of all this, Eddie. Her saving grace, her rock, her best friend.

She looked up to meet his eye again really studying him this time. (Y/n) takes in a deep before nodding. “Yeah actually I’m doing better, like you said they’d find out eventually” she shrugs with a small smile. “It’s okay if you’re not, you don’t have to pretend with me” Eddie promises squeezing her hands. This time (y/n) says nothing instead leaning up to kiss him.

Eddie accepts the kiss moving one of his hands to cup her face. It’s slow and sweet, made entirely out of gratitude and appreciation. When they pull apart her smile is a little more real. “Yeah I’m good Eds promise” she sighs. Eddie nods relieved.

“Besides my big scary boyfriend is gonna beat up anyone who says anything” (y/n) teases nudging his arm. Eddie snorts shaking his head a little. He leans down to connect their lips again.

There’s the sound of leaves crunching makes them turn around. Chrissy stands nervously a couple feet away. “Hey um I just came to check on you” she smiles nervously. “I better go help those idiots clean up your locker, meet me over there when you’re done?” Eddie asks getting up from the table.

(Y/n) nods leaning up to kiss him again. “Thank you again Eddie” she says softly. Eddie shakes his head smiling. “Don’t mention it sweets” he promises getting up from the table. Chrissy offers him a polite nod taking his place while Eddie heads back towards the school.

(Y/n) and Chrissy had always been inseparable. They grew up together, experiencing all of life's milestones side by side. From picking out their first movie crushes to sharing the excitement of their first real kisses, they had always been there for each other. But now, they were facing a completely new challenge - an unexpected teen pregnancy. This was not something they could find the solution to in Sassy or Seventeen magazine.

Sitting at the table (Y/n) mustered up the courage to confirm the news with her best friend. It wasn't an easy conversation to start, but she knew she needed Chrissy's support. “So,” Chrissy breathes with a small nervous smile “it’s true then?” (Y/n) took in a breath bracing herself. "Yeah CC, it's true, I'm, uh, pregnant."

Chrissy's eyes widened clearly shocked by the revelation. "Wow, that's huge, like, really really huge" she managed to say. (Y/n) nodded, feeling the weight of the situation. "I know," she replied softly. "And it's Eddie's."

Chrissy's eyes filled with concern as she asked about the circumstances. "When did that happen? You guys just started dating!" (Y/n) hesitated for a moment before recalling the night of Josh's party. “Do you remember Josh’s party?”

Chrissy thought back for a second. “Well yeah I remember you guys hanging out but you were really drunk” she explained. Suddenly Chrissy gasped, gripping (Y/n)'s arm. "Oh my god, did he take advantage of you?" There was a mix of concern and anger in her voice."No, no, it wasn't anything like that" (Y/n) reassured her, placing a hand over Chrissy's.

The tension in Chrissy's face eased as she let out a relieved breath.Curiosity getting the better of her Chrissy asked "So how did this happen, then?" "Well, after I passed out, he couldn't find you, and he didn't know where I lived, so he brought me to his place. He was really sweet and took care of me. I don't know, CC it just happened” (y/n) explained.

Chrissy's surprise turned into a smile as she said "Wow, Eddie Munson." "Eddie Munson” (Y/n) repeated with a small smile. "And you know what? I'm happier than I've been in a long time” (y/n) confirmed.

Chrissy's excitement couldn't be contained as she hugged (Y/n) tightly. “I'm so happy for you babe” she whispered. "Thank you, CC really” With a grin, Chrissy demanded to know all the details. She wanted to hear everything about this unexpected turn of events.

As (Y/n) recounted waking up in Eddie's bed and his sweet gestures to take care of her Chrissy listened intently. "Wow he sounds great”Chrissy gushed, thinking of how different Eddie was from her own boyfriend, Jason. "He's so different from the rest of the guys around here.”(Y/n) nodded, knowing how special Eddie was. "He's really something CC, despite his tough exterior, he's truly so sweet."

As they continued to talk (Y/n) shared more about their day together, how they laughed and ate breakfast. She couldn't help but gush about Eddie's uncle Wayne, who she found to be surprisingly similar to him."He always looks so serious and gruff," Chrissy remarked."Yeah, I think that's just how he has to be you know”(Y/n) replied. "Eddie has a lot to deal with at school, so he has to put up this tough front."

Chrissy nodded in understanding before asking about the moment Eddie dropped (Y/n) off at her house. "Did he kiss you at the door?" she inquired. (Y/n) laughed. "No, he's too old school for that, we exchanged numbers instead, and that's when we decided to meet up again later."

"Wow" Chrissy said, completely captivated by the story unfolding before her. "Exactly, big wow” (Y/n) agreed, feeling grateful for her supportive best friend by her side.

“Well he obviously couldn’t find you after I passed out and he didn’t know where I lived so he brought me to his place. I don’t know he was really sweet and charming and he took care of me. It just happened CC I don’t know.”

“Then I can’t wait to be an aunt”

“You’ll be the best aunt”

“Oh I should make them a blanket! Of course I’ll need to wait till I know if it’s a boy or girl. Or I could pick something like yellow or green? What are the Hellfire colors?”

“Whatever you pick will be great Chrissy”

Arm in arm, Chrissy and (y/n) made their way back into the school, a sense of normality slowly returning. The hallway had mostly cleared now, leaving just a few random students heading one way or another. The chaos of earlier seemed like a distant memory at least for the time being. At her locker, the guys had mostly finished cleaning up the vandalized mess, with just a few remaining markings and unreadable words. They were in the middle of a heavy debate about some musician versus another when they spotted the girls approaching.

"Hi baby” (y/n) greeted, pulling away from Chrissy who had to catch her ride. "Hey sweetheart, your locker's mostly cleaned up” Eddie said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. His eyes flickered with genuine concern. "Thank you for this, guys. I really appreciate it” (y/n) sighed, glancing at her locker which now looked almost normal once again.

Gareth and Jeff, who had been sitting on the ground, immediately got up, slightly shoving each other for who would get up first. Their banter was lighthearted, a stark contrast to the events of the day. "I think this makes you an official member of the club” Gareth grinned a teasing glint in his eyes."Yeah this counts as your initiation” Jeff agreed a smirk playing on his lips.

"Welcome to Hellfire, (y/n) (y/l/n)” Eddie declared with a wide grin, his voice filled with pride. (Y/n) couldn't help but smile back, her expression real and earnest. It was honestly a weird feeling for her. She had watched as her social life crumbled into pieces after the rumors and malicious lies spread about her. But with Eddie and her newfound friends, it honestly didn't feel so bad.

Eddie and (Y/n) decide to unwind after school by watching an old tape. As they lay together on the couch, snuggled up the warmth of their love filled the room.Eddie finally breaks the comfortable silence drawing (Y/N)'s attention away from the tape. "You know, with everyone around school finding out about us, we might want to tell our parents soon” he pointed out concern tugging at the corners of his lips.

(Y/N)'s face fell, and a wave of dread washed over her. "They're gonna be so mad, Eddie” she whispered her voice trembling with anxiety. The thought of disappointing her parents weighed heavily on her heart. Eddie gently tilted her chin up, his eyes filled with tenderness. "They'll be even more pissed if we let them hear it from someone else” he replied, pressing a soft kiss against her lips.

"I know, but this has all been so happy” (Y/N) admitted, her voice laced with fear. "I'm just not ready to lose that yet." Eddie pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her protectively. "Maybe it won't be as bad as you think," he reassured her, brushing his fingers over her hair. "They may be mad at first, but they'll come around I’m sure.”

Tears welled up in (Y/N)'s eyes as she gazed into Eddie's deep, caring eyes. "Their daughter is pregnant, Eds" she spoke softly, her voice thick with emotion. "They're gonna be pissed." Eddie tenderly wiped away her tears, his heart aching for the pain she felt. "We'll face them together," he promised.

(Y/N) took a deep breath, finding comfort in Eddie's words. “Okay you’re right we’ll tell them” (y/n) breathes looking up at Eddie. “Wayne’s off on Wednesday we could do dinner” Eddie points out. “Dinner on Wednesday it is” (y/n) sighs.