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Heat of The Moment: Eddie Munson x Reader

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Description: You're best friends with Eddie, but you're also secretly in love with him. You struggle to hide your feelings, until a visit to Lover's Lake makes you unable to keep up the act anymore. Thankfully, things go better than you expect...

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI:  smut, swearing, female reader, jealousy, crying, lots of angsty feelings, friends to lovers, metalhead!reader, drug references/use, grinding, fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, praise/degradation, squirting

Word Count: 5.5k

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Heat of The Moment

You've been close friends with Eddie Munson since high school. You remember not fitting in with anybody, and then Eddie took you under his wing. He showed you how to play D&D, and all of his metal band cassette tapes. Soon after, you joined the Hellfire Club and became a full-blown metalhead. You cut your hair short and dyed it funky colors, and wore a beaten leather jacket covered in pins and patches. Your jeans were always torn, and Converse adorned your feet at all times. You even had your nose pierced, much to your mother's dismay. Your eyes were always smoky with eyeliner, and dark red lipstick made your mouth look absolutely sinful. You made guitar pick earrings and a matching necklace to wear, Eddie had generously given the picks to you. You'd even made him a necklace as well, and he gave you the biggest bear hug when you gifted it to him on his birthday. You were hoping for a kiss, but you took whatever affection you could get from Eddie.

Years later, you'd both just squeaked by to graduate, you never took your grades very seriously. You don't see the point of doing what everyone in life pushed on you. College, marriage, kids, the house with the white picket fence. It all seems so hollow, and you want no part in it. You instead choose to focus on Eddie. You play D&D with him regularly, and he recently decided to teach you how to play the guitar. Some days you just get high and listen to Metallica or Dio in his trailer. Any time you can spend by his side, you jump at the chance. You couldn't help falling in love with him, but you're sure he doesn't feel the same. He treats you like a sister, a best friend. He always picks other girls to go out with and screw. It's not like you aren't a catch, you've been with plenty of guys. But none of them make you feel the way Eddie does, so you’ve never formed a long-term relationship with any of them. You can barely remember their names, they don't matter to you at all.

It always hurts you to see Eddie with other girls, kissing and giggling with them. They sit in his lap after his shows, practically humping him on the couch in his trailer. It always makes you want to scream, or vomit. That should be you, not some whore who doesn't care about him. So you try your best to act unbothered, bringing your own dates to distract yourself. You eventually fuck them on the couch while Eddie takes whatever girl he brought home to his bed.

But the whole time you're having sex with someone else, you can hear what’s happening in his bedroom. It makes you want to burst into tears, but you just pretend you don't hear. Or worse, you pretend the random guy you’re with is Eddie instead. You always feel disgusted afterwards though, you're just using random men to fill a gaping hole inside your heart. Not only that, you don't even pretend to like them. They all have blank faces, no names to you. You fill in the blanks when it comes time to screw them, pasting Eddie where you want him most. But they never perform the way you imagine he would. They don't care about you, or your pleasure. Once they're done, they leave. You're left laying on the couch afterwards, hearing noises from the bedroom with your clothes still removed or undone. It's here that you always lose the battle with your tears, letting them out silently to make sure the lovebirds aren't disturbed. You eventually get yourself together, wiping your tears away before Eddie escorts his girl to the door.

"You okay?" He always asks after he lets his whore out, taking notice of your puffy eyes and streaky eyeliner.

"Yeah, I’m fine. Just another asshole." It isn't necessarily a lie, the guys you pick blindly usually don't treat you very well.

"Maybe you need to find someone you actually like, Y/N. You deserve to be happy." He kneels in front of you, wiping your eyes carefully. He looks into your eyes, and opens his mouth to say something. But he always closes it again, and shakes his head slightly. "Let me drive you home." And he always does, trying his best to cheer you up on the way. Telling jokes, blasting music, swerving the van playfully on the road. He does everything he can to get your tears to stop. It always works too, he shines so bright in your life. He makes everything better, any troubles you have melt away when you're with him. He parks and walks you to the door of your apartment like a true gentleman, telling you goodnight. You say the same, and burst into tears all over again when you close the door behind you and you're sure he won't hear. You cry so hard your chest hurts, and your throat is left raw from sobbing.

You eventually run out of tears for the night, crawling into bed with all your clothes still on, too tired to remove them. You lay in bed yearning for Eddie for hours, picturing what being his girlfriend could be like. It's oddly comforting, playing pretend in your head while you curl up in the blanket. You drift off to sleep with thoughts of the man you love swirling in your mind. And in the morning, the cycle starts again. Wake up, D&D/guitar lessons, van hangout, work, Eddie's show, back to his trailer, meaningless sex, crying, drive home, crying again, sleep. At some point this routine is sure to kill you, you can't keep going like this. You'll tell Eddie how you feel the next time you see him. And then you can either be with him, or put these pesky feelings behind you if he only sees you as a friend.

It's a Saturday afternoon, and you're getting ready to see Eddie. It's just the two of you today, you'll be going to Lover's Lake to hang out in his van. You both like the lake, not because of its name but because it's always peaceful there. The reflections of the surrounding woods on the water, birds flying overhead, a cool breeze brushing through the trees. It's nice and quiet, making you feel like it's just you and Eddie in the world. You're just about finished applying your smudgy eyeliner when you hear Eddie honking outside. You almost stab yourself with your eye pencil when the sound startles you. You toss it on your vanity, checking yourself over to make sure you look good. Your makeup is flawless, your outfit is badass as ever, and you don’t have a single hair out of place. You smile at your own reflection, eager to go with Eddie so you can tell him how you feel. You grab your bag, rushing out of your apartment and down the stairs. You run over to the van, yanking the passenger door open. You slide into your seat, tossing your bag in the back.

"Hey there, Y/N. How are you doing on this fine afternoon?" He smirks at you, looking you up and down. You seem extra put together today, he wonders if he's the reason for it. He pushes the thought from his head, there's no way you think of him like that.

"Hey, Eddie. I'm alright I guess." You say quietly, feeling his eyes on you. You look at him, meeting his wandering gaze. Did he just check me out?, you wonder. No way, he wouldn't do that.

"You 'guess'? That doesn't sound like the Y/N I know. Well, hopefully some time at the lake will brighten your mood, hm?" He puts his hand on your knee, rubbing it comfortingly. You tense at his touch, almost holding your breath. The skin where his hand is feels tingly with anticipation. "Seriously, though. Are you feeling okay? You've been kinda off lately." He's genuinely concerned about you, you've been acting weird around him recently. Whenever he touches you, it makes you all jumpy, and you've been crying a lot too. He hopes he hasn't upset you somehow, he truly cares for you. He likes you a lot, more than he'd readily admit. But he figures you only see him as a friend.

"I'm fine, Eddie. Let's just go to the lake, okay?" You reply, almost annoyed. You look out the window, waiting for him to start driving. Eddie sighs, taking his hand off your knee. He grips the steering wheel, and drives out of the parking lot. You both ride in silence on the way to the lake, but Eddie can't help looking over at you every so often. You refuse to meet his gaze, keeping your eyes focused on any sights outside the window as you ride past. Any enthusiasm or bravery you had about telling Eddie you love him is slipping away from your grasp.

Eddie continues to glance at you as he goes his usual route to the lake. Something is definitely off with you, he can see a sad expression on your face reflecting back at him in the window you keep staring out of. He doesn't know exactly why you seem so down, but he hopes you'll at least talk to him about it.

You finally reach the lake, and Eddie parks the van in your usual spot. He kills the engine, turning in his seat to face you. "So, are you gonna tell me what's going on, Y/N? Did I make you upset or something?" You turn to face him, looking into his eyes. His expression makes your heart break. He thinks he's hurt you, but it's been you hurting yourself because of how you feel about him.

"No, Eddie. You didn't do anything. I'm just being stupid, I promise." You reach forward to take his hands into yours. He lets you, and you stroke his rings, taking comfort in how the cool metal feels under your thumb. You want to keep talking, but it's like your mouth has been sewn shut.

"So what is it then? And I'm sure it's not stupid, Y/N. But you seem so sad lately, and you practically wince whenever I touch you. Just tell me what's wrong, darling. There's nothing you could say that would make me like you any less." He implores you to open up to him. He wants to help, however he can.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that, Eds." You manage to reply, and your gaze falls to your joined hands. Your heart is pounding in your chest, and your palms are sweating beyond belief. You feel sick, like you can't breathe. You can't do this. It'll ruin everything, and then Eddie won't want to see you anymore. You try to hold back, but your tears fight their way from your eyes, dripping onto the floor. Eddie's hands leave your grasp, grabbing the sides of your face to make you look at him again.

"Hey, hey. Y/N, please don't cry. Whatever it is, please just tell me. I can't stand seeing you so unhappy, princess." Seeing you like this makes his heart smash into a million pieces. He wants to make it better, but he doesn't even know what the problem is. You start to panic, your breaths come out fast and shallow. You start feeling dizzy, and you wish you could just run and hide. But you can't, Eddie won't let you go.

"I can't do this, Eddie. It'll ruin everything. And then you won't like me anymore. And I can't live with that." You choke the words out between sobs, your face turning a deep shade of scarlet. You're so embarrassed, and you just want to drop it. "Please, just forget it. We can pretend this never happened and I'll stop being an idiot. Please, I-" Eddie interrupts you by bringing his lips to yours. Your sobs stop, but your body still shudders a bit. You return the kiss, it's gentle and warm. A few more tears slide down your cheeks, and then Eddie breaks the kiss. He smiles at you, letting go of your face to hold your hands again.

"You know, if you were in love with me, all you had to do was say so." His smile grows wider when you gasp at his words. You open your mouth to protest, or put yourself down, but he places a finger over your lips to keep you quiet. "It's alright, darling. I promise you haven't ruined anything. I should've guessed this is why you've been acting so strange. I just didn't think you'd feel the same way about me as I do about you." Your eyes widen, you can't believe he's actually been in love with you this whole time.

You move his finger from your mouth, and grab his shirt collar. You pull him into you, smashing your lips together. He groans as you almost make him fall from his seat, but he hungrily reciprocates the kiss. He bites your bottom lip, making you moan. He slips his tongue in, and you battle for dominance. He wins out, frantically leading you to the back of the van. There's pillows and blankets thrown about, making a comfortable landing place for you. You fall onto your back, with Eddie on top of you. You finally break the kiss, stroking his face with the back of your hand. "You have no idea how many times I've wished for this, Eddie. I've loved you for so long, but I didn't think I could ever tell you. You always chose other girls over me."

"I know, and I was a fuckin' idiot. I only did that because I thought you didn't want me. We could've saved so much time, so much heartbreak. I can't begin to tell you how often I imagined those other girls were you instead." You laugh in shock at what he’s said. Him, fantasizing about you? You can't believe it. This whole time, he’s only wanted you. "That's not weird, is it?" He asks, blushes slightly at his little confession.

"Not at all, Eddie. If I'm being honest, I did the same thing with all those assholes I brought to the trailer. But I don't think they came even close to pleasing me like I imagine you could."

"Jesus, we're a couple of sick fucks, aren't we?" He chuckles, shaking his head.

"No. We were just painfully oblivious to each other's true feelings." You giggle, staring into his eyes. You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you. Your lips meet again, slow and sensual this time. The temperature in the van begins to rise, you feel your blood boiling in your veins. Eddie's hands grip your waist, and his left knee goes between your legs. He's creating friction on your clothed core, causing you to moan. His lips leave yours, moving to your jaw, and your neck. He plants open-mouthed kisses on your skin, occasionally sucking the flesh to leave hickies on you. "Fuck, Eddie. You're really good at this." You sigh blissfully, letting every sensation wash over you.

"I should hope so, I've had plenty of practice." He says between kisses, smirking like an idiot. One of his hands leaves your waist to grope your tits through your shirt. You arch your back off the floor of the van, gasping at his touch. "You make such pretty noises, princess." He whispers in your ear. "I can't wait to hear what you sound like when you cum." His words make you so wet, and his knee grinding on you feels so good. Every move Eddie makes sets your insides on fire, intense waves of pleasure washing over you. He's got you so wound up, soaking through your panties. Not long now until he pushes you over the edge.

"If you keep going the way you are, it won't take much." You moan out, your hands tangling in his hair. You tug on it roughly, and he groans into your neck.

"Careful, Y/N. It's dangerous to push my buttons like that." He grins at you, pulling you to sit up. He places you on top of him, his thigh positioned between your legs. You're sitting on your knees, and Eddie grips your hips in his hands. "Ride my thigh, darling. I want you to make yourself cum for me." He says lowly, his eyes burning with lust as they gaze into yours. You do as he says, slowly moving your hips on him. Eddie keeps your pace steady, helping you into the right angle to hit the spot where you need him most. You place your hands on his shoulders for leverage, increasing your pace on him. He just sits there watching you closely, drinking in every moan and curse that falls from your lips.

The waves are crashing into you now, threatening to pull you under. You're sweating through your clothes, and your pussy is impossibly wet. "Fuck, Eddie. I'm so close." You moan loudly, digging your nails into his shoulders.

"Keep going, princess. Make a mess all over me. Let me hear those pretty moans." His words spur you on further, and you grind yourself on him as fast as you can. You're panting wildly, feeling wave after wave rolling into you. Eddie moves to bite down into your neck, which sends you falling over the edge.

"Oh, god!" You scream, your legs try to snap shut as stars fill your vision. Eddie holds you into his chest, keeping you upright as your orgasm rips through you. You keep gripping his shoulders, gasping for air as you ride out your high. You fall backwards after your body has calmed down. You just lay here like a starfish, trying to collect your thoughts. You're staring at the roof of the van, breathing heavily. Eddie lays down on his side next to you. His head is propped up with one hand, and the other slowly strokes your arm up and down.

"How are you feeling, love?" He asks, looking down at you with kind eyes.

"Good. Uh, great, actually." You say awkwardly, glancing at him briefly. "I've never done that before. Not…cum, I've done that plenty. I just mean, the whole...um, grinding on you thing. I didn't expect it to have such an effect on me." You can't help your cheeks burning. You feel silly, babbling words at Eddie like this.

"Relax, Y/N. You don't have to be embarrassed about anything with me, you know that." You look at him again, seeing genuine affection in his eyes. You nod, turning your body to face his. You get as close to him as you can, and he wraps his arms around you. You kiss him again, but it's much softer now. Your heart melts, and you pull him even closer. He breaks away, speaking quietly. "Do you want more, sweetheart?"

"Yes, please." You reply just as quietly. You're not sure why you're both being so quiet, but it feels right. This moment feels so intimate, and you never want it to end. You lay on your back again after removing your jacket. He takes his own off too, the climate inside the van is like a sauna.

"Take your shirt off for me, princess." You obey his command, tossing it away. Eddie's right hand immediately goes to massage one of your breasts over your bra, making you gasp. His eyes gaze over your body, almost in awe of how beautiful you look. After a moment of staring, he lifts your torso to reach behind you. He expertly unclasps your bra, pulling it off you with ease. His breath hitches when your tits are exposed for him, your nipples hardened from arousal. "You're so gorgeous, baby.'' You blush at his compliment, a small giggle escaping your lips. Eddie lowers his head to your chest, kissing the valley between your breasts. You moan, gripping his long locks again. He peppers wet kisses on every last inch of you, leaving no flesh untouched. From the curves of your tits, to your ribs underneath, his lips leave a scorching trail as he moves. Once he's satisfied with his work, he swirls his tongue around one of your nipples before taking it into his mouth.

"Eddie." You whimper as he worries his teeth on the sensitive bud. His hand gropes your other breast, squeezing it roughly. Once he's left you properly marked, Eddie repeats the same actions on the other side. You tug on his hair again, making him groan. You love hearing the effect you have on him, most guys are too shy to make noises. But Eddie isn't most guys, especially when he's around you. You tug again harder, and he moans even louder. He stops kissing your chest, looking at you. His eyes are dark, swirling with pure lust.

"You love playing with danger, don't you, princess?" He flashes you a devilish grin.

"Maybe." You smile back at him. "But I love the noises you make when I touch you even more. Guys don't really do that, but it's so fucking hot."

"Is that so?" He asks, you just nod at him. "I'll keep that in mind, darling." He sits up to remove his shirt, and you can't help gawking at his body. He's toned, but slender, and his tattoos look so good on him. You get on your knees to feel him up. You run your hands up and down his chest, feeling as much of him as you can. "You like what you see, love?" He asks quietly. You look into his eyes, feeling passion overtake you. You grab him by the shoulders, and push him over as you bring your lips onto his in a bruising kiss. He grunts as he falls, grabbing your waist to take you with him. You straddle him when he lands, grinding yourself onto his stiffening cock. He groans into your mouth, gripping your hips roughly. "What's gotten into you, Y/N? You're so needy." Eddie chuckles as he breaks the kiss to take a breath.

"You'll see, Eds. Just lay down and relax." You grin slyly at him. He cocks an eyebrow, unsure of what you mean. You proceed to lick a long stripe from his collarbone to his jaw. You look at him again, grinning like a Cheshire cat. He just stares at you, wide-eyed. He's panting, awaiting your next move. You feel his dick growing even harder beneath you. You take that as a sign to keep going. You lean back down to his neck, biting down hard this time, then sucking the skin to make a dark bruise.

"Jesus, fuck." He moans out, spurring you on. You nibble his skin, trailing down his neck, to his chest, his stomach. Each move you take elicits whimpers and curses from Eddie's lips. Every sound is music to your ears, making you more and more wet whenever you hear one. You reach his belt, looking over your handiwork. Eddie's body is littered with teeth marks, and he's breathing heavily. You undo his belt, taking your time in order to tease him. Once it's open you unzip his jeans, pulling them down as Eddie kicks off his shoes. He's left in his boxers now, and a tent has formed in the thin fabric. You grip his waistband and yank his boxers down. His dick springs free, slapping his stomach before standing up straight.

You take his length in your hand, stroking him gently. He groans again, sweat beginning to form on his brow. He looks at you with pleading eyes. "You're very sexy when you're desperate, baby." Eddie's completely fucked for you, silently begging you to put him in your mouth. You happily oblige him, taking every last inch of him at once. You gag slightly when he hits the back of your throat, but you're persistent about keeping as much of him in as possible. You bob your head up and down, twirling your tongue around him as you go. He's constantly letting out lewd noises, which only serve to fuel your fire.

"Keep going, babe. But can you put your pussy towards me?" He asks, barely getting the words out. You position yourself where he wants you, and he makes frantic work of taking off your shoes and remaining clothes. You moan on Eddie's cock as you feel him stroking your slick folds. "You're so wet, darling. Is this all for me?" He asks as he slips two fingers into your cunt.

All you can manage to reply with is a muffled 'mmhmm' as he starts curling his digits inside you. Each stroke of Eddie's fingers makes you see stars, causing you to moan on him again and again. This in turn makes him groan and pick up his pace while fingering you. You feel Eddie's balls tightening, he's getting close. You speed up, working him harder and faster, gagging on him repeatedly. He takes this as a challenge to give you another orgasm, so he takes his fingers out of you, replacing them with his tongue. You scream on his length, feeling a fire beginning to build in your belly. His mouth licks and sucks on your clit mercilessly, pouring gasoline on the flames.

You're both driving each other mad as you compete to send the other over the edge. Moans fill the van as you near your highs, each lick and stroke pushing you further and further. Eddie's release comes first, and his mouth temporarily leaves your dripping cunt to moan your name as he cums down your throat. Once you've swallowed every drop, he sucks your clit into his mouth to make you topple over the edge. You scream his name as your legs begin to shake. Your orgasm rips through your body viciously, and you feel yourself cum onto Eddie's face. He holds you steady until your high subsides, licking up all your juices in the meantime.

You collapse onto him, practically gasping for air. You lay on your stomach for a moment, waiting for your vision to clear. Eddie strokes the backs of your legs affectionately. "You alive over there, Y/N?" He asks playfully.

"Yeah, just...wow. You're so fucking good at that." You sit up, back still facing him. His arms wrap around you from behind, his legs on either side of you. He kisses your shoulder, and your neck. His lips feel warm and soft against your skin, and you're already wanting more. You sigh as you cock your head to the side to give Eddie more access. He licks the length of your neck, stopping below your jaw. "Everything you do feels so good, Eddie." You sigh lustfully. You turn slightly to face him, looking at him from under your lashes. "Do you want to fuck me now?" You ask, biting your lip.

"Sure thing, dollface. Can you get on your hands and knees for me?" You nod silently, doing as he says. He kneels behind you, gently pressing you downwards. He leaves you resting on your elbows with your ass in the air. He grips his cock, brushing it between your soaked folds, drawing low moans from both of you. He teases you like this for a moment, eager to have you beg him to fuck you. You're so turned on it almost hurts, you need him inside you now.

"Eddie, please stop teasing. I need your dick inside me." You practically whine for him. He chuckles darkly at your pleading.

"Your wish is my command, princess." He says as he slams his cock into you.

"Oh, fuck!" You cry out as he hits your g spot perfectly.

"God, you're so wet and tight for me. Fuckin’ gorgeous." He pants, and he begins to thrust in and out of you. You moan continuously, he hammers your sweet spot with each thrust. He smacks your ass, making you yell.

"Fuck, Eddie!" You grip the scattered blankets beneath you for dear life, spots hinder your vision as you're fucked into next week. The sound of your vulgar noises and slapping skin is all you can hear, and it's like the most beautiful music in the world. You're loving every second of this, as is Eddie. But there's something else you crave from him. You don't just want Eddie to fuck you, you want him to do filthy things to you. "Babe, do you mind choking me while you fuck me?" You ask him as he continues to pound into your cunt.

He's taken aback by your request. Not because he's not into it, he definitely is. He's just surprised you want him to do that to you. But he finds your desires to be ridiculously sexy, and who is he to deny you? "Of course, darling. Anything you want." You can hear the smirk in his voice as his ringed hand comes forward, pulling you up by the shoulder. He lays on your back slightly so he can reach your throat. You feel the cool metal that adorns his fingers wrap around your neck, squeezing lightly. You choke out a moan as the pressure makes your head lighten. He loosens his grip for a moment as he continues to fuck you.

"Fuck, you're so hot, Eddie. Keep going. Fuck me, choke me, make me cum, please." You keep moaning and begging for Eddie to have his way with you, and he can't help but give you anything you ask for.

"You're such a dirty girl, Y/N. I fuckin’ love it." His grip on your throat tightens again, and he snaps his hips even harder into you. You're both slicked in sweat, struggling to keep your positions. You're nearing the end again, and you can already tell it's going to be the most intense orgasm you've ever had. Your skin is on fire, your insides like burning coals. Every feeling is amplified, concentrated in your pussy. Every time Eddie's cock enters you, it's like fireworks being set off.

Every curse and dirty request you let out makes Eddie's dick twitch. He can't believe how beautiful and sexy you are like this. He's genuinely in love with you, and his heart pounds in his chest as he races to the finish line. His free hand slithers down between your legs to your clit, rubbing quick circles. You gasp loudly, and his ringed hand tightens around your throat. He uses his arm to hold you in place, rubbing and fucking and choking you simultaneously. Eddie mentally congratulates himself on pulling off such a feat, but maintains focus on making you cum. "I'm so close, babe. Keep going, just like that." You say once his grip loosens again.

"I'm almost there too, princess. Be a good girl and cum for me." He pinches your clit between his fingers, sending you toppling over the edge.

"Eddie! Oh, fuck!" You scream so loud, and you feel your pussy clamp onto Eddie's dick. He groans, feeling his own high take over. He continues to hold you as your legs tremble violently, and juices spurt out of you onto the blankets.

"Jesus, Y/N!" He moans as your walls clench him. He feels your cum rush over his cock, spilling out of you. It feels unbelievable, he's never experienced anything like it. His load empties into you, mixing with your release as his hips buck compulsively a few times. Once Eddie regains composure, he pulls out of you. You whine at the loss, and your combined arousal slowly drips out of you. Eddie stares at the sight for a moment, before wiping it up with his finger. You moan at the overstimulation, and lay on your stomach as you cool down. Eddie lays beside you, trying to get your attention. You turn to him, seeing the gathered cum still on his finger. He brings it to your lips, and you immediately take it in your mouth. You suck it clean, moaning at the sweet taste. "Shit, could you be any hotter, Y/N?"

You just shrug and lean over to kiss him. He melts into you, caressing your cheek. The kiss feels different this time. It's slow and tender, full of love. You eventually break away, and you both lay down again. You place your head on his chest, and he wraps his arms around you. Your leg lays over Eddie’s as you try to be as close to him as possible. Your hand strokes his chest while he plays with your hair. "I love you, Eddie. I'm so glad I met you." You say, barely above a whisper.

"I love you too, Y/N. I don't think I've ever loved anyone like this before." He replies at the same volume. He pulls one of the blankets over the both of you, snuggling into you even more. You can't help but let your eyes flutter closed. You're so content like this. Your heart swells as Eddie's words echo in your mind as you drift off to sleep. He loves you, and you love him. Nothing could ruin this moment. The world could end and you wouldn't care, as long as you get to stay like this with Eddie.

The end.

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Too Much in Common | Series Masterlist

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Summary: (Eddie Munson X F!Henderson!Reader) After meeting the Dungeon Master of your adopted little brother's D&D club, you find that the two of you have some shared interests. As you spend more and more time sneaking around together, telling Dustin about your relationship becomes a growing concern.

Word Count: 22.5k (three main chapters)

General Warnings: 18+ mdni, frequent drug use (marijuana), metalhead!stoner!reader, fwb to lovers type relationship, smut, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), p in v (protected and unprotected), subspace

A/N: I consider the main series complete with these three chapters, but my requests are always open for these two !! There are a lot of details, backstory, ideas, etc. that got left out to keep the word count from getting too unreasonable, so I'd be happy to expand a little bit if that's what people want !!

main series

chapter one - Too Much in Common

chapter two - Dustin Doesn't Know

chapter three (finale) - Sweet Leaf

blurbs + headcanons

‘I Love You’s

Meeting Wayne

The Fishnet Promise

Becoming a Henderson

[thrashyraccoon]

Eddie and metalhead!reader have a habit of taking each other's band t-shirts. When it's the reader's turn to take one from Eddie, Eddie notices it while driving to school together.

"Nice shirt, where did you buy it?" He says sarcastically, catching the reader's attention by tugging lightly on the material.

"I took it from my boyfriend," the reader replies with a slight smile, looking at Eddie. Eddie smiles back at the road.

"Tell him he has good taste."

[nackrosor]

"Lady Strange"

Part 2/?

pairing: Eddie Munson x metalhead!Reader warnings: none yet series' general plot: heavy metal is one of your biggest passions and you like to express yourself by wearing heavy makeup and mostly black clothes, chains and spikes. Your parents however force you to hide your personality because they care about keeping up pretenses and don’t want people to label you as a freak. Something or someone unexpected might come in your life and shake things up. ;) episode synopsis: Eddie starts 'annoying' you at school. word count: 1,6 k.

-PART 1-

“Oof, wha-”

You wobble on your feet for a moment, staggering backward before regaining your balance and throwing a stink-eye behind your shoulder; the guy who has just bumped hard into you is walking away as casually as possible, as if he didn’t almost knock you over. He didn't even acknowledge your presence. What an asshole.

You let out an exasperated sigh while re-adjusting the shoulder pad of your backpack and moving forward in the corridor toward your locker. 

It’s a new shitty day and you're at your shitty school, surrounded by shitty people; a day in the life of a girl forced to pretend to be just another walking corpse and actually succeeding in being invisible, so invisible that others walk downright over you as if you’re not even occupying space. What a marvelous life.

The tight collar of your white shirt makes your skin itch and you unceremoniously pop it open, mentally cursing your parents for the millionth time for forcing you to wear such crappy clothes. “We can’t have you looking like a devil worshiper, can we darling?” Yeah well, people would definitely think twice before getting within 10 feet of the devil worshiper, let alone crushing into them. The sole advantage of looking exactly like everyone else is the anonymity that comes with it, but it gets old after a while, especially when you start feeling lonely, and you will get lonely at some point, there's no way around it.

You come to a halt as you round the corner, your stomach doing a somersault.

Eddie is beaming at you as he leans against your locker, arms folded across his chest. 

Hundreds of questions start to buzz in your head and as many stupid butterflies wreak havoc in your belly as you mindlessly resume walking, albeit at a slower pace than before.

You haven’t seen him in a couple of days, since Robin introduced you to her new group of friends last weekend and you had that weird anti-posers battle-thingy at the mall with him. But why is he now laying so nonchalantly against your locker as if it’s the most natural thing in the world for him to do? Have you made it to the friend-zone overnight?

As soon as you’re within earshot, you glance up at him with a quizzical look upon your face.

“What are you doing here?”

Somehow his grin widens as he looks you up and down, “well, hello to you too, stranger.” 

He taps on the name tag on the locker, your locker, and purses his lips. "I'm looking for Y/L/N; have you seen her anywhere?"

You sigh and shake your head, casting a quick glance at your schoolmates passing by before returning your gaze to him.

“ No , wrong locker. That’s mine”, you take a step forward, urging him to back up as you reach for the lock, “I’d appreciate it if you’d let me take my lunch now.”

“Mmh, I don’t think so.” 

Instead of stepping away from it, he puts himself between you and the locker, blocking your way, arms moving to fold over his chest once more.

You snort incredulously at his antics as you stare up at him.

“I’m Y/L/N’s locker guardian. I need to hear the magic word to let anyone pass.”

“Eddie c’mon! I don’t have time for this.”

“If it’s your locker, you should know the password. It should only take a second.”

Even as you roll your eyes at him, you can feel a smile tug at your lips. Apparently everything turns into a game with Eddie and you can’t help but feel the thrill of it.

You humm, squinting your eyes at him as you mentally dip into the arcane knowledge you’ve hoarded from your favorite books and games, trying to think of something that could surprise Eddie, and why not, maybe even woo him a little.

“Mellon!”

His eyebrows shoot up to his hairline, his mouth agape.

He staggers back, grasping the lockers behind him as he slips away in a rather dramatic fashion. His wide-open eyes, however, never leave you, not even for a second. 

You chuckle lightly and shake your head as you finally reach up for the lock and drop the book you were carrying. 

"Sauron got your tongue all of a sudden?" 

You pick a sandwich from your lunch box then push the locker door closed. Your smug look meets Eddie’s astonished gaze.

"You-you're telling me, you know The Lord of the Rings?!" 

" Know the Lord of the Rings?" you scoff mockingly, feeling a rush of confidence wash over you at the utter incredulity that seems to have taken hold of him. "That's the understatement of the century. I adore it! I worship it! Tolkien is my favorite author and The Silmarillion is basically my bible."

You can literally see his jaw drop to the ground and you can't suppress the snort-laugh that escapes you. 

"Are you fucking kidding me???"

His raised voice makes some passers-by turn to look at the two of you but he doesn't notice or doesn't seem to care.  You, on the other hand, recoil at your classmates' questioning glances and immediately hush Eddie, grabbing him by the vest and pushing him down the corridor. 

He wobbles a little on his feet as he tries to keep up with your hurried step. 

You cast one final glance behind your back before you admonish the longhaired boy with a pointed look. You then peel the napkin off your sandwich and give it a good bite, all the while keeping a swift pace to get as far away from the crowd as possible. You can’t let people talk about you and Eddie, you can’t risk your parents finding out about your new devil worshiper… acquaintance, friend, whatever he is. 

"Wait, wait, wait!", he pulls on your sleeve, trying to slow you down. "You listen to metal, you like Tolkien… Just tell me you also play the guitar and I'm done! I'm a goner!"

You eye him amusedly, noticing how his still wide eyes roam over your face, how he's literally pending from your lips. You can’t lie to yourself, the attention he’s giving you makes you feel rather giddy and you like the feeling.

As you take another bite of your sandwich you mutter nonchalantly, " bass ."

"What?" 

You swallow the mouthful and briefly clear your throat. "I play the bass guitar." 

He comes to an abrupt halt, causing you to stop in your tracks as well. He keeps blinking at you, a deadpan expression on his face. You don't have time to process what's going on before he clutches his chest with his palm and violently jolts backward, as if he's just been taken down by a sniper. 

"Eddie, what the hell! " 

He pushed himself backwards so forcefully that if you hadn't caught him, he'd have fallen on the floor and possibly hit the back of his head real hard. His entire weight is on your arms and your grip turns white, your muscles trembling, fingers slipping… You consider letting him go but fortunately, he comes back to his senses and helps himself up by holding onto the lockers by his side, getting dangerously close to you in the process. Your breath catches and your stomach does a flip as his gaze briefly flickers down to your lips before meeting your doe-eyed look. You can feel your heart thumping hard in your ears, from the save or his sudden closeness, you can’t really tell.

“Great catch, princess…”

Perhaps it’s only your perception but he sways closer, leaning in as if he’s about to…

You step back in a panic, heat rising in your cheeks, mouth dry.

Eddie looks dazed for a moment, then an infuriating smirk takes form on his lips, which makes it easier for you to snap out of it, too.

"Y-you're crazy!" 

" You’re crazy! Murdering me like that!”

You shake your head with a sigh, throwing your hands up in the air. A mushed pulp on the floor catches your attention and you immediately look up to glare daggers at Eddie. “You owe me a sandwich now!” 

“Forget about the sandwich!”

His hands grab you by the shoulders, causing you to yelp, and start pushing you toward the end of the hall. “You must meet the others! They’ll go mental over this! They didn’t believe me when I told them you listen to Def Leppard, they said I was full of shit, that I got tricked by a girl, those stupid bastards -”

“Hey, hey! Wait, stop-”

You press your feet hard against the floor to slow him down but to no avail. The odd looks thrown your way make you fold on yourself and you let Eddie drag you toward the cafeteria without any more resistance.

“Don’t worry, princess, they’re gonna like you! Well, they’re gonna grill you a bit first, I can’t lie. We’re all a bunch of losers with trust issues. You gotta be patient with us… but I’m sure you’ll get used to it pretty quickly and-”

He’s interrupted by the loud sound of the school bell signaling the end of the lunch break and you let out a deep sigh of relief you didn’t know you were holding. Taking advantage of his temporary stupor, you slip out of his grasp and take a few steps backward to put some distance between you two.

He looks rather disappointed and he doesn’t hide it as he moves his gaze on you.

“I’m sorry but I have to run to class…”

“ But -”

You give him a quick salute with your hand, your heart in your throat, and turn on your heels, hurrying down the corridor before he can do anything to stop you. You can hear his booming voice calling after you:

“You won’t elude me next time princess !”

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[ghost-proofbaby]

a simple life (e.m.)

summary: you try to clean your depression room while eddie's over, but he keeps distracting you.

warnings: none except mentions of a dirty room and panties. also... a lot of nicknames. womp womp. not edited.

pairing: eddie munson x gn!reader

wc: 1.4k+

a/n: just a little sweet something i wrote thinkin' about eddie while i took on the task of finally cleaning my depression room after a few months of putting it off. idk. this is boring. i'm sorry.

“Where did you even get this postcard?”

“Eddie.”

“Or what about this choker? Is that a bat? It’s a- oh my God, babe. Why don’t you ever wear this? This is hot.”

Originally, you had thought it was a good idea. Invite Eddie over, allow the body-doubling tactic to work its magic, and voila – you’d finally have the clean room you’d been talking about achieving for weeks now, within a few hours. 

“Baby,” you scold, trying to reach across the bed to snatch the necklace he’d found out of his hands. It proves to be difficult, a small pile of laundry you’d been folding hindering you. 

“Sweetheart,” he mimics right back, quick to hold the necklace out of your reach, as if you were anyone near from stealing it back from him. 

“I asked you to come over to help me, not distract me,” you sigh, crossing your arms and trying to look as pitiful as possible. When you’d first invited him over, you’d assured him that he needn’t lift a single finger. You didn’t want him here to help by aiding in throwing away any of the trash that had begun to litter your desk or taking any dirty plates to the kitchen. No, the intention had been him helping with his mere presence – quiet presence. He was supposed to be working on a new campaign for Hellfire, not being so damn nosey and going through the few items you’d tossed onto the bed from the floor, “I just recently bought that necklace, I haven’t had a chance to wear it.”

His eyes light up mischievously, a small grin tugging at his lips, “Why not wear it now, then? Perfect opportunity, yeah?” 

“I’m not fulfilling any slutty maid fantasies you have, Eddie.” 

“What if I say please?” 

You huff and decide to give up the fight about the necklace, returning back to the laundry before you. You were almost done. You were almost done after a full day of cleaning. If your adorably curious boyfriend would just stop picking at your belongings, you’d probably be able to finish within the hour. 

He stands from the small space on your bed he had made for himself, a nest of sorts that he had taken from simply curling up into for a ‘nap’ (which never happened’ to sitting up as he had just been as he clearly grew more bored with each passing moment. “Want some help with folding?” 

“You just want an excuse to get your grubby hands on my underwear,” you grumble, folding a shirt with slightly more vigor to emphasize your point.

You’re right, of course. The first article of clothing he grabs is a pair of lacy black panties. 

“Guilty,” he coos jokingly, but to your surprise, he actually folds the lingerie. Neatly, at that. With careful hands, he folds it even nicer than you would have in your haste, going as far as walking to your dresser and putting it away into the correct drawer. And then, he takes it a step further, and begins to put away the other clothing you’d already neatly wrapped up, suddenly depleting the mountain of laundry by half, “You know, I don’t mind helping you clean.”

“I already told you, you’re helping by bein-” you start to protest, hands grabbing at a random jean leg but not quite yanking it from the pile. 

He’s quick to interrupt you, taking that pair of jeans right from you, “I don’t want to just lay there while you do all the work, contrary to all the sources that say men enjoy that.”

His face isn’t quite as taunting as it had been moments before. Some of the joking has vanished, replaced by something more serious yet somehow softer. The jeans are slung over his arms, neatly halved twice before he sets them to the side and looks at you. 

Your shame is palpable, though. You’d just gotten over the embarrassment of having him over when your room would get this filthy. Disastrous in the worst of ways. Dirty clothes strewn everywhere, plates left for days on any surface you could find in your laziness, coke cans and random trash littering the floor. It was embarrassing. You know he had promised to love you through the good and the ugly, but this was far uglier than he could have ever imagined signing up for. 

It was bad enough to have him see it, let alone clean it. 

“It’s embarrassing,” you finally say quietly. His head tilts, so adorable it tugs at all your heart strings, and you take it as your queue to continue in a near whisper, “It’s gross - I’m gross.” 

“Sweetheart, have you even seen my room?” he scoffs. He’s quick to shove some of the clean clothes up into a pile just enough that he can take a seat at the corner of your bed, quickly reaching out to grab your hands and guide you between his spread legs, “Shit happens. Life gets stressful, work gets busy, sometimes we just don’t feel like cleaning up. Shit happens,” his thumb is sweeping soothingly over your knuckles, clearing the impending storm you hadn’t even been aware of. Maybe he hadn’t either – a naturally caring and comforting aura has always been his thing rather than yours, “Out of everyone in this world, I am the least qualified to judge you.” 

You don’t really understand it. How he can sit there, looking up at you so dreamily when the two of you are situated in the middle of your still unkempt room, your neck still chilled with a layer of sweat and your hair tumbling out of the bun you hadn’t properly secured. But he is. He’s looking at you not as if he doesn’t see the mess, both of the room and of yourself, but as if he does and simply doesn’t care. 

“Besides,” his lips are splitting with another grin, his hands squeezing your hands three times, “It’s kind of domestic. ‘M kind of into it.” 

“Me? Doing laundry?” you snort, blinking away any fears that had crept up. It’s hard to feel inadequate with his eyes on you, spilling so many sweet nothings like it’s just another casual Tuesday conversation and not the fuel to your beating heart, “Didn’t you just say you don’t want to just sit and-”

“Us,” he cuts you off in correction, “Us doing laundry.”

“You… like the thought of doing laundry with me?” you say slowly, carefully, unsure of the words as they fall from your lips. 

Doing laundry sounded like the least romantic thing the two of you could ever partake in. 

“I like the thought of doing laundry with you,” he repeats with a nod, “I like the thought of doing laundry with you, of doing dishes together after we just made the world's most mediocre dinner ever, of you complaining when I won’t get up so you can make the bed on the weekend,” he tugs you even closer. You have no choice but to let a knee fall to each side of his hips, straddling his lap as he wraps his arms around you and he leans forward to press a chaste kiss to one of your collar bones, “Call me cheesy. I like the thought of a simple life, but only if it’s with you.” 

Something warms inside of you. The thought of a life of simplicity, of lazy mornings and boring afternoons, all brightened up by the boy in front of you. A boy who creates magical worlds with his words on a weekly basis, a boy obsessed with fantasy novels and all things adventurous, who wants his greatest life adventure to just be a mundane lifetime with you. 

You can imagine it would be anything but mundane with Eddie, but the tranquility still exists and blankets the two of you. 

You lift a hand, carding it through his scalp, careful not to let your fingers snag on his messy curls, “Does this mean you’ll do your taxes with me next week?” 

With a quick snort, he buries his face into your chest, shaking his head furiously, “Don’t push it, sweetheart.” 

You know he will, though. He’ll help you fold the laundry, he’ll help you wash the dishes, and he’ll certainly sit through the dreadful hours of doing taxes if they’re spent with you. 

A few beats of silence. His arms have wrapped just right so that his warm palm presses into your lower back, the other hand tracing a mindless circle over your shirt a few inches higher. Your breathing matches his, fingers rubbing a matching pattern into his scalp that has him humming periodically.

The laundry will get done eventually, but it can wait. For now, you just want to hold your boy, and let him hold you. 

“It’s a date,” he finally gives in, voice muffled, making you smile widely, “I’ll light candles and everything, sweetheart.”

eddie's taglist: @capricornrisingsstuff @thisisktrying @hideoutside @vol2eddie @corrcdedcoffin @ches-86 @alovesongtheywrote @its-not-rain @feralchaospixie @cheesypuffkins87 @thebook-hobbit @babez-a-licious @eddies-acousticguitar @aysheashea @kellsck @cosmorant @billyhvrgrove-main @micheledawn1975 @eddiesxangel @siriuslysmoking @witchwolflea @tlclick73 @magicalchocolatecheesecake @mizzfizz @nanaminswhore @mikiepeach @ali-r3n @hawkebuckley @alwaysbeenfamous @darkyuffie-blog @vintagehellfire @lilmisssiren @elvendria @loveryanax @stylexrepp @princessstolas @fangirling-4-ever @eddiesguitarskills @babez-a-licious @josephquinnsfreckles

[witchwrestler]

[ryan-waddell11]

he just wanted an excuse to make his hair blow in the wind

[leasstories]

Dream girl

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

No trigger warning, reader is smaller than Eddie but no physical descrpition

WC: 1.1K

02.17.1988, Square Arena, Indianapolis

Today is the highlight of your month, your year even. This is finally the day of Dio, your favorite band ever, and Megadeth’s concert. You arrived early to check the merch stand. You found a beautiful Dio shirt, a Holy Diver one. Exactly the same design as the cover of the album. You are super hyped up and excited by this concert. You are also super grateful Duo had a show so close to your hometown.

Your tour of the merch stands over, you go into the venue. You stand right behind a guy with a mop of curly hair. He is wearing a jean vest with a beautiful Dio’s Last in Line patch on the back. You are a bit jealous of his jacket to be honest. You can see that the patch was homemade from a tee-shirt, and you are jealous not to be a hand-craft person. The light turns off and the concert starts. The guy with the Dio vest is a little taller than you, meaning you don’t really see the stage.

You ponder on what to do for a few minutes when you come up with the idea of asking him if ypi could pretend to know each other so you can be closer to the stage, and maybe see more of the show. It is currently Megadeth playing so you don’t mind not seeing and just listening but when it will be Dio’s turn, you want to be able to listen and see. That’s how, from its own accord your body starts moving towards the mop of curls. You tap on his shoulder.  The guy turns around and he looks breath taking. The first thing you notice about him are his big brown eyes. The guy is a perfect mix between Eddie Van Halen and Kirk Hammet. Translation? He is totally your type. You notice several pin’s from metal bands and he is wearing a Megadeth tee.

“Yeah?” he asks curious as to why you tapped on his shoulder.

“C-” you clear your throat. “Can I… um… can we pretend we are together? So I can have a better views of the stage?” you ask, unusually shy.

“Of course,” the man answers, taking your hand and pulling you right next to him.

“I’m Eddie.” He says, handing out his hand for you to shake. You shake his hand, giving him your own name in return. You have been a bit taken aback by his name as you just compared him to Eddie Van Halen in your mind, but you keep your thoughts to yourself.

“Metal fan?” you ask, wincing at your stupid question. Of course he is, you are at a metal concert and the guy wears his music taste on him.

“Yeah, you?” he asks kindly but a bit amused by the question.

“Yeah,” you breathe out, none of you is paying attention to Megadeth playing, too entranced in your new found companionship.

“It’s my first metal concert.” You confess to him.

“Then, I’ll be your guide in the metal concert world.” Eddie says in his Dungeon Master’s voice.

“You are quite the storyteller, I see.” You say flirtatiously.

“Eddie Munson, humble Dungeon Master of the Hellfire Club in Hawkins.” Eddie says, slightly bowing.

“A D&D club I presume?” you ask.

“You know D&D?” Eddie asks, baffled.

“I know it’s uncommon for girls, but I used to play before my party moved out for college.” You answer truthfully.

“You should come for one of my holiday one shot.” Eddie says excitedly.

“With pleasure.” You say, matching Eddie’s excitement.

Eddie and you both turn back to the stage, to watch the concert. Eddie admire your body swaying to the music. He can’t stop thinking about how you are his dream girl. He doesn’t believe one second that he will see you after tonight, so he is planning to enjoy your company tonight.

Then, when Dio comes to the stage, Eddie can see your face light up and finds it adorable. During the entirety of the concert, his eyes are fixated on you, screaming the words for each song.

At the end, Dio starts throwing their guitar picks at the crowd and Eddie instinctually picks you up to help you get one, which you do.

You are super excited about it and when Eddie puts you down, you turn to him and hand him the guitar pick.

“Keep it.” Eddie says, shaking his head.

“But you did all the work!” you say.

“I want you to keep it,” Eddie says with a smile. “So you’ll remember me.”

“How could I forget you.” You say sincerely.

While Eddie and you keep talking, the band leaves the stage and the crowd starts leaving. Everyone, except you and Eddie goes towards the exit. None of you want this night to be over. You want time to stop and you want to stay together for a little longer.

“Wanna go grab some food?” Eddie asks. “I saw a McDonald right next to the venue.”

“With pleasure. I’m starving.” You say, smiling.

Eddie and you leave the venue, the McDonald is full so Eddie suggest to take away and eat in the back of his van which you gladly accept. While you wait for your order, Eddie learns more about you and you learn that he is the lead guitarist and singer in a band. He tells you he plays in a dive bar in his town every Tuesday and you suggest that you should watch him play once.

“What?” Eddie asks. “You would drive all the way to Hawkins to watch little ol’ me play?” he asks, surprised.

“Of course Eddie. In case you haven’t noticed I really like you.” You say while taking the bags of food and walking towards Eddie’s van.

“I really like you too.” Eddie says while opening the back doors of his van. “Here give me the bags.” He says which you do.

You both sit in the back of the van and eat your food in comfortable silence. Once you’ve finished eating, you take a napkin and write your phone number on it.

“Call me.” You tell him with a smile.

“I will.” Eddie says nodding. “I really enjoyed spending time with you, and I want to do it again.”

“Me too.” You say smiling.

Here’s how Eddie and you met, two nerdy metalheads meeting at a Dio concert. Your dream is to meet Dio in order to thank them for giving you the opportunity to meet the love of your life. Here’s the story you will tell your children when they ask how mommy met daddy.

Taglist: @abellmunsonmovie

[eds6ngel]

eddie munson and his hippie gf <3

[munsonhoneybaby]

𝔢𝔡𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔪𝔲𝔫𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

𓆸 indicates smut

Series + Two-Parters

𓆸 Too Much in Common

𓆸 Three’s Company

One-Shots

𓆸 Harrington’s Party

𓆸 Smoking Buddies

Beginning Traditions

Blurbs, Headcanons, Etc.

𓆸 Laundry Day

𓆸 The Fishnet Promise (tmic)

‘I Love You’s (tmic)

Meeting Wayne (tmic)

Becoming a Henderson (tmic)

Lounging in Bed

Steddie Eating You Out

[thrashyraccoon]

Eddie and metalhead!reader sew patches on their combat jackets together. At one point, Eddie accidentally pricks his finger with a needle, and reader suggests that kiss his wound to stop it from hurting. However, after some time, reader wonders whether this was a good idea, because Eddie "accidentally" pricked his fingers about 20 times while sewing on one patch.

[nackrosor]

"Lady Strange"

Part 1/?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x metalhead!Reader

Warnings: uhm, none yet I think

Series general plot: heavy metal is one of your biggest passions and you like to express yourself by wearing heavy makeup and mostly black clothes, chains and spikes. Your parents however force you to hide your personality because they care about keeping up pretenses and don't want people to label you as a freak. Something or someone unexpected might come in your life and shake things up. ;)

Chapter synopsis: Robin introduces you to her new group of friends.

Word count: 3,4k.

-PART 2 -

[A/n: okay so, this time I want to challenge myself with (hopefully) a longish series. I'm still planning things out (I don't know how many chapters I'll write, yet. I'm also still considering whether to make y/n a plus size reader or leave it generic; you could actually help me on this one by telling me what you'd prefer. Anywaaaay, this is only the introducing chapter so there's not much happening but I hope it intrigues you enough to make you come back for the next part. Ah, one last thing before you read; keep in mind that for the sake of this story I had and I'll have to change some details from the original plot of ST. All that said, go ahead and enjoy!!! xxx]

Heavy combat boots fall hard on the ground, your o-rings chain clinking against the metal buckle of your leather belt marking each one of your steps as you walk down the stairs of your porch and move on the sidewalk. Heavy metal music blasts at high volume in your ears from your worn out headphones, head tilting slightly back and forth in a hardly restrained headbanging while the song hits one of your all time favorite breakdowns.

Nothing empowers you more than listening to the high pitched electric guitars singing their heavy melodies accompanied by the chest-filling sound of the bass guitar and the rushed banging of the drums while you take your daily walk down the street. And today it feels particularly reinvigorating after you have been confined to your room for three whole weeks, no empowering walks for you except the one to reach the school and come back home right after, though you wouldn't exactly call it 'empowering'. In fact, it's the complete opposite of it. It feels degrading and you despise it. Yes, you absolutely hate going to school. Not because of the place per sé, you're a good student and have never particularly struggled with studying or getting good grades. Nor for your schoolmates who barely even glance at you. No, it's because of how you are forced to pretend you are someone you're not when you're there, because you're obliged to put on a good Christian girl face, clean from any impure makeup and wear the most plain of clothes your mother purposely chose for you so you can show everyone how completely normal you are. Definitely not a freak who listens to 'satanic music' or hides her face under dark heavy makeup and only wears black with the exception of silver chains and jewelry. You're not allowed to express your true self at school, nor during any big public event. Your parents can only accept what they call your eccentricities - but even then not without resentment - when you're at home or in places where no one who knows them can recognise you. "Hard to find such a place in a small city like Hawkins", you have always pointed out to them, also stressing out the fact that literally no one in town would be able to tell who you are when you're hiding under such a heavy make up and completely different clothes from those you are used to wearing in public. 

Only with time and a long series of reiterated assurances and promises, you have successfully ripped out a grant from them, that allows you to go out for a walk, wearing your favorite black lipstick or one of your spiked chokers, or hang out with your friends showing off your latest band tee or ripped jeans. You had to assure them to make your friends promise not to tell their own parents about your... quirks. As if there ever was the need to. You only have one friend who can truly be considered as such and a bunch of acquaintances and every single one of them accepts you for who you are, unlike your parents. 

"Y/N!!!"

You stop in your tracks when you hear a familiar voice call your name, screaming so loud that it even exceeds the chaos in your headphones. Before you can turn around, you feel two strong arms wrap around your middle and engulf you in a bear hug, making you gasp. 

"I'm so happy to see you!!" Robin screams excitedly, jumping up and down, arms squeezing around your stomach. Your headphones slip from your head, coming down to graze the ground, held up by the wire and hovering in the air. 

"Jesus! Robin-", a choked sound comes out of your throat as you try your best to keep your feet planted on the ground. "I'm about to puke." 

"Oh fu- sorry!"

She instantly lets you go, flashing you an apologetic smile when you turn around to face her, hunched forward as you catch your breathing. 

"Don't do that ever again!" You warn her, hands drawing comforting circle patterns on your sore tummy, while you eye her obliquely. 

"I'm sorry, I'm just too excited! I'm so so happy to see you!"

"Rob-" you sigh, failing however to repress a smile, "we've seen each other this morning in front of school".

"Yeah, barely! You had to run to class and I was running late for work. We couldn’t chat! And I missed you so much! When was the last time we hung out? Friday the 8th? God, that was ages ago! I know your parents are strict but hot damn, they really have overreacted this time..."

"Yeah, tell me about it..." you scoff, rolling your eyes. The last face off with your parents which resulted in you being grounded for almost a month and in not being allowed to use the telephone until only yesterday, had originated from the stupidest of reasons. They punished you because you dared put a light layer of red lipstick to go to school. Unbelievable, right? Yeah, you can still feel the rage boiling inside your veins at the thought of the particularly heated discussion such a triviality has caused. 

Robin sympathetically rubs your shoulder, showing you an upside down smile. You sigh heavily, brushing off the memory with a shake of your head and return her smile, squeezing her in a side hug. "Don't worry about it."

Robin knows how problematic your relationship with your parents is. She is the only real friend you have, after all. Being social and getting to know people is already a hard ordeal for you but doing it while feeling like you're split in two, having to hide a huge part of your personality, is ten thousand times more difficult. Wearing plain clothes, no make up, keeping your hair simple, basically following all the stupid rules your parents made up to keep pretenses and show how good and totally normal their daughter is, makes you feel like you're lying to people and you hate that feeling. It prevents you from even approaching any of your school mates and having a chat. What would you talk about? You can't share your passions and hobbies with normies, they would immediately call you a freak. The 'freaks' on the other hand, wouldn't look your way not even by chance. After all, you look like any other goodie two-shoes that considers them devil's worshippers, so why would they talk to you? As a result, you are always by yourself when Robin is not around, especially now that she’s graduated.

"Oh!!!" 

Robin's face lights up as she gasps like she has remembered something important all of a sudden and she instantly grabs your hand, turns around and starts to drag you the other way. 

"Wait-" 

You fumble with the wire in an attempt to pick up your headphones with your free hand while also trying to keep her hurried pace and not trip on your own feet. "Where are we going?" 

"I can finally introduce you to my new friends! Oh I'm so happy!!! You'll love them!"

"Shit, Rob! I'm not ready-" 

You protest in a groan, already feeling a bubble of nerves threatening to close your stomach at the idea of meeting new people. Robin however keeps dragging you, hand practically seared around yours while she raves about each member of this new group of friends she has made and has only been able to mention to you in the past few days. Except for a few names that ring a bell, you literally have no idea who she's talking about. 

"They're gonna love you too!!! Especially the kids, they'll think you're so cool! Oh and Eddie! He'll think you're the coolest!" 

That name sounds way too familiar to you. You don’t know a lot of Eddies, especially not being around your age. Only one pops up in your mind, his face making you shiver involuntarily. But there’s no way That Eddie is actually part of the group, right? You don't know him well, you have barely spoken a word to each other in one of the classes you attend together but you have always fantasized about talking to him, entering his circle and befriending him. He is one of the few people you know listens to the same music you love. When you saw him for the first time, wearing his jeans jacket with a big Dio patch sewn on its back, you wanted so badly to run to him and rant about how you love the band and how happy you were to know that someone else besides you knows them. All you did that time however was scream internally and gawk at him from afar, just like you still do every time you cross him in the halls or at lunch. 

When you notice Robin has stopped walking, you are standing right in front of a quite large group of people. You nervously throw a glance at each new or familiar face, until your eyes meet with Eddie's and a wave of chills runs through your whole body, making the hairs stand on your arms. It really is Eddie Munson. How could Robin omit this essential detail?

"Guys, this is Y/N!" Robin announces excitedly, flaunting her hands at you to show you off. "Y/N, this is...Nancy, Max, Steve… well, you know Steve already, Dustin, Lucas and Eddie!" 

"Hi", you manage to say in a feeble voice, lightly nodding your head while your eyes swiftly pass from smiling face to less smiling face, coming again to a halt on Eddie's. His gaze is roaming up and down your figure, hovering over your fishnet covered legs and your spiked choker circling your neck, before setting on your face. 

"Y/L/N?" his brows furrow, head tilting to the side as he squints at you. 

"Munson...", you acknowledge him with a nod and a small smile, trying to suppress the somersault he has caused in your stomach by saying your name. He remembers who you are? How's that possible? 

"You know each other?" Robin asks, quizzically looking between the two of you, a dangerous glint flickering in her eyes. 

"We share one or two classes, that's all", you mutter as calmly as you can manage, twirling the wire of your headphones around your fingers in a nervous tic. 

"I can barely recognize you...", he takes a second thorough look at you, eyebrows rising to his hairline, "...are you sure you're really Y/L/N?"

"She's the real Y/N!" Robin chimes in, throwing an arm around your shoulders. She smiles at you proudly and you smile thankfully back at her. "The one you see at school is not her... I mean it's still her but not really her, you know? She doesn't like to wear those plain ass clothes at all, she's forced to look like that so people won't think she's a freak!" She stops abruptly, wide eyes darting from you to Eddie, "not that you're freaks! What I mean is that her paren-"

"We get it, Rob. Don't worry", you pipe in to save your friend but also to stop her from blurting out your family issues in front of everyone.   

When you turn back to face Eddie he is staring at you, a soft frown on his face. He looks like he's about to say something but he's preceded by someone's bored voice coming from the back of the group. 

"Weren't we headed somewhere?" 

"Oh, shit!" Robin gasps, turning back to face you with a wide smile, "we were going to the mall for a quick errand. You're coming with us, right? Right??" 

She tugs at your arm, pouting like a child asking her mother for a new toy, eyelashes batting at you. 

You shake your head with a knowing smile before throwing a quick glance at Eddie. His gaze is still set on your face, big brown eyes beaming at you. Would he like it if you went along with them? You wonder. 

"Alright", you concede eventually, causing Robin to grin and flush you tight against her. You smile as you squeeze her back, planting your chin on her shoulder. You can't help but look up at Eddie in the process and... Is it a smile you see creeping over his lips? Or is it only a trick of your mind? 

He takes a strand of his hair and moves it over his mouth, his eyebrow quirks up as a smirk forms on his lips. He gives you a light nod before he awkwardly turns on his heels and follows the others who have already started moving toward the mall. 

Robin takes your hand in hers and together you catch up with the group in a light jog. 

- 

At the mall the gang has almost instantly dispersed, splitting up in a bunch of smaller groups. You of course have stuck with your friend, siding her and Steve while walking down the hall presumably toward Scoops Ahoy. The two are animatedly discussing the latter's romantic life, about which you only know what Robin has let out during her rants, so probably enough for you to follow the discussion, however all you can focus on is Eddie's warm voice coming from behind you. He is talking with Dustin about something, you can't understand a single word they're saying, you can only hear them bicker for a moment then laugh, then start bickering again a moment later. 

You smile to yourself. Their friendship seems so similar to your relationship with your brother. He is older than you, you used to annoy each other all the time when you were little but have always shared a bond you have with no one else. You cried a lot when he left to follow his dream of traveling around the world a few years back. He's the one who introduced you to pretty much all your passions, metal music for starters. You keep in touch however you can but you miss him dearly every day. 

"Hey." 

A cascade of brown waves blinds you for a moment and you stop in your tracks, eyelids blinking rapidly to refocus your sight. In your reverie you have fallen back without realizing, coming shoulder to shoulder to none other than Eddie who is now staring at you, his back bent forward, head poking out from your side. 

"H-Hey", you echo him, taken aback. "Sorry I was- uhm", you cast a quick look around you and realize you're the only two left; no Steve, Robin or Dustin in sight. "W-where are the others?" 

"They went inside", he nods toward the ice-cream parlor behind him, "I think Robin forgot something during her shift yesterday". 

"Oh... Oh! Right!" you smack yourself on the forehead, slightly shaking your head, "I think she mentioned it this morning. I completely forgot." 

He eyes you curiously, arms crossing on his back. 

"You were somewhere else just now."

"Was I? I-I guess I got lost in my thoughts..."

"Good thoughts?" 

"Mostly."

He hums at you, eyes falling on your lips only to dart back to your eyes. He's waiting for you to keep talking, you assume, but you keep your mouth shut. Having him in front of you, looking at you so intently, focusing his whole attention on you is a new experience you still have to get used to and which you can't quite wrap your head around, yet. His presence is enough to make you tongue-tied and keep you more silent than you’d like to be. 

He takes a step closer and your breath hitches when his fingers graze your collar bone as he takes your razor pendant in his hand, a whispered “cool” leaves his lips making you feel strangely proud of yourself. 

"Wait, is this-?”

His hand brushes your jacket’s lapel aside, eyes narrowing as he reads the logo on the front of your tee. He abruptly stumbles back a moment later with a stunned expression printed on his face.

"Def Leppard?! You know Def Leppard?!" He gawks at you, visibly taken aback.

"Uh- yeah, they're one of my favorite bands...", you admit, biting your bottom lip. You want to say more; for once you have the chance to rant about your passions with a person who understands but nerves, of course, gets the best of you. The sudden serious look Eddie gives you makes you even more nervous. 

"Okay, tell me the title of three of their songs”, he snaps his fingers repeatedly, “quick, quick!" 

"W-What? Why?"

You frown at his words. Is he seriously questioning your sincerity? 

"I'm having a hard time believing someone like you knows and appreciates a band like Def Leppard." 

"Someone like me? What's that supposed to mean?", you snap back, a tinge of hurt gnawing at your stomach, "and I'm literally wearing their t-shirt!"

"You could pretend to like them, for all I know."

"What? To what purpose? I was just walking by myself when Robin found me. It's not like I was going somewhere to show it off or something."

"Don't get offended sweetheart...", he gives you a teasing smile as he shrugs dramatically, "I simply have a very bad case of trust issues."

A deep sigh escapes your lips as you shake your head, trying to ease your nerves. It's new to you this feeling of having to prove your sincerity, to have your passions questioned and you don't like it one bit, especially because it's Eddie who's doubting you. Is it some kind of test for him? 

"Alright...", you mutter, challenging him with your stance, "...but you tell me three and I tell you three. Different ones, of course. I also give you the upper hand. You'll start by telling me their most famous ones so I won't. Deal?" 

He squares you up and down, an amused smirk creeping over his lips.

"Deal."

"Go ahead, then."

He turns his back to you, taking a few steps away then twirls around and crosses his arms on his chest as his narrowed eyes set back on your face. "Rock! Rock!, Billie's Got a Gun, Switch 625". 

"But they're not the most famous-" 

Eddie immediately interrupts you, pointing a finger at you. "Say your three."

You clench your jaw and narrow your eyes. "Rock of Ages, Photograph, Action". 

You feel a triumphant smile forming on your lips when you see a shadow of genuine surprise pass across his face but instantly freeze when he takes another step forward, staring hard down at you. 

"Lady Strange." 

What is he playing at? What's he trying to prove? You don't know but have no intention whatsoever to let him win at this game. 

"Comin' Under Fire."

"Have You Ever Needed Someone so Bad."

"Let It Go."

"Answer To The Master."

"Action! Not Words."

"It Could Be You."

"It Don't Matter."

"Bringin' on the Heartbreak."

The grin that spreads on his lips brings one on yours as well. You're standing right in front of each other, eyes locked, neither of you willing to put an end to this very strange moment of silent mutual respect. Perhaps even the beginning of something else? 

"What the heck are you two doing?" 

A voice startles both of you, making you jump and pull away from each other. You turn around to see Steve, Robin and Dustin staring at you; the two guys have a frown on their faces while a pleasantly surprised grin spreads on your friend's. 

Your mouth opens and closes as you try to come up with a plausible excuse apt to explain why you and Eddie were only about two inches away from each other's faces until a moment ago. 

"I was challenging Y/N with a staredown to see if she's cool enough to mingle with us." 

You turn toward Eddie, a confused look on your face. What kind of shitty excuse is that? 

"And is she?" Dustin asks uncertainly to his older friend, throwing a dubious glance at you. Your quizzical gaze lands on the kid's face. Is this a thing between them? Testing people with staredowns or something?

Eddie walks up to him, wraps an arm around his shoulders and turns around, starting to drag a confused Dustin with him down the hall. He glances back at you from behind his shoulder as he states, smirking, 

"I need to test her some more."

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[bbyhellfire]

Eddie Munson loves wrestling.

The storylines, the music, the theatrics, everything. To him, it's the most perfect blend of music and sport that ever existed.

WrestleMania 1986 is his roman empire. Ozzy Osborne and WWE? Sign him the fuck up. He is fucking levitating when he manages to make enough to get him and Wayne tickets (wrestling is how they bond).

And maybe he also has a teeny tiny, no-so-secret crush on a local wrestler but that’s besides the point

[hischeapcigar]

𝓔𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭

Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: Eddie loves you with his eyes closed 

Word count: 1.9k

Warning: smut + fluff (mostly smut lolol) 18+

a/n: this fanfic is based on this cute country song i heard by florida georgia line called “eyes closed” and i was daydreaming eddie so this fanfic was born. It’s all smut so MDNI!!!! Reblog as much as you like and your comments are appreciated <3 

You and Eddie were currently on his couch as you watched some movie on the TV. It had been more than a week since you both hung out like this. You were either interrupted with some company or like recently, exams. 

The movie had your full attention until you felt Eddie’s hands on the hem of your t-shirt. Slowly he moved past it and settled his hand on your waist, his fingers mindlessly making circles on your soft skin.

His touch lit your skin on fire, you were surprised how he immediately shifted your attention to him with just small touches. 

Seeking more of his touch, you moved in his arms, hoping he got the message. And of course. Of course he did. 

His hand traveled further to your stomach, tracing lightly on your skin as he moved it up, up, up until he reached the base of your breasts. 

“No bra, hmm?” he whispered, before lightly kissing the shell of your ear

You squirmed, hips jutting back to his so he could quit teasing, “Eddie” you whined

“Shh babygirl, will treat you real nice,” he cupped one breast in his hand, groaning. 

You moaned his name, craving more of his touch. Begging for it to be on every part of your body. 

“Touch me, eddie” you said breathlessly, as he massaged your breast, his thumb flicking the hardened nipple

“I am, baby” he teased, knowing well what you meant, where you wanted him but he wanted to play 

He sucked a bruise on your sensitive pulse on your neck, while you squirmed in his hold

Suddenly you turned your head, catching Eddie off guard and capturing his lips. He bit your lower lip, you gasped and he took the chance to slide his tongue in your mouth. 

His hand moved to the other breast, massaging it so it didn’t feel neglected. He was torturing you with all touches and kisses. You needed him inside you, skipping the foreplay. But it was Eddie. 

Your make out session was abruptly stopped as the thunder rumbled over the trailer before it started raining. The sound of clattering tin filled the room as if there were fireworks outside. 

You both looked at each other, coming closer to resume your session but a few sparks went out before the power lines were knocked down due to the wind. 

It was pitch black, you couldn’t see Eddie's face, only the sound of angry rain hitting the tin rooftop. Your heart sank, you were finally getting what you craved all week and now you’re interrupted again. 

Eddie was slightly mad too but he was good at controlling his emotion unlike you who was huffing in annoyance. 

“Baby, can you move, i need to close the windows before it all gets messy in my room” 

You obliged as you both got up from the couch. You made your way to the kitchen, looking for candles. You had to extend your hands to keep you from bumping into something. Your eyes were adjusting to the dark, plus Eddie pulled the curtains letting the moonlight in. 

You could see his figure but not his face as he made his way to you. He grabbed your waist as he pulled you in, one hand on your waist while the other took your hand and brought it around his neck, your other arm joining on its own. 

“What’s my girl looking for in the kitchen?” he kept his voice low, 

“Candles- Eddie we can’t stop what we just started, it’s been a week” you rolled your hips against his. His hands flew to grab your hips, 

“We ain't gotta light a candle tonight. Girl, I know right where I am” he smirked before he leaned in to kiss you. 

The feeling of him, the taste of his lips on yours was so intoxicating, you could get drunk on it. You only pulled apart for the sake of oxygen, already feeling light headed before he kissed you again, this time with more passion, more lust.

“It’s dark” you muttered

“and I know your body like the back of my hand” his voice was husky

You couldn’t see his eyes but you knew his pupils were blown wide. He walked you back to his room without breaking the kiss. 

He kicked the door close with his feet and walked you back until the back of your knees hit the bed. Only then he broke the kiss, only then you both opened your eyes. The room was darker, the curtains shielded the moonlight 

You tried to open the curtains, but he stopped you, “I don't need no moonlight, hell, but go and get that dress undone” . His voice was thick with lust as he ordered you as he got rid of his clothes.

You sat naked on his bed, looking at his figure. He walked up to you and delicately cradled your face tilting it up, connecting your lips, pushing you to lay you down on the bed. 

It was dark enough to see his features, somehow he knew exactly what he was doing. Not once he stepped on you, as if he could see everything clearly. 

His butterfly kisses trailed down to your neck as he praised, “you’re perfect” 

“Mmm eddie you can’t even see me,” you were high on his light touches and lips on your body

“Like that road that I grew up on, I know every twist and turn” he mumbled, 

His cock nudged your clothed clit, “tsk, i thought i told you to take off your clothes” as he continued peppering kisses on your chest before taking on boob in his mouth. Tongue twirling around your nipple, withdrawing more moans from you, 

His finger folded around the edge of your panties before pulling them down. His mouth slowly moved south, the ache between your legs was growing, 

“Eddie, please” you were breaths were ragged

“I know baby, gotta take it nice and slow” his hands holding your hips from squirming

The familiar coil was already forming in your stomach. He was torturing you with all the teasing and not getting to the part where you needed him the most. 

“Ju- just get there eddie, pleasepleaseplease” he was so close to your center, just one kiss away but he removed himself completely, your eyes shot open. 

“Eddie!” you whined

You felt him shifting down as he kneeled at the edge of the bed, and began kissing his way up on your leg. 

He really did know every dip and curve. It felt like there was a faint light enough to illuminate your body, and your eyes were closed. But there wasn’t. He knew your body, 

As if reading your thoughts, “We've been doin' this so long, I memorized your every curve” you moaned as he pecked your inner thigh. So close so close so close 

He proved it once again when he suddenly attached his mouth to your begging core. Your hips instinctively jutted into his mouth seeking more. He splayed his hand on your stomach, keeping you caged. 

He sucked and bit on your bundle of nerves, “s’ pretty” he mumbled, eating you out as if you were the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted, 

“Can’t believe I was away from this gorgeous pussy for a week,” he said before swiping your clit with his thumb;, spreading your juices. He plunged his ring clad index finger right inside without warning, before pulling out. The second time he added another finger as he fucked you with his fingers. 

You were a moaning mess on his bed, grabbing on the sheets so hard that your knuckles turned white. 

“Eddie,” you choked between your moans, “eddie im gonna-” 

He paced up his fingers until you were screaming his name, feeling the coil tightening before it snapped and you came on his fingers, he quickly fixed his face, sucking all the juices you had to offer. 

Your vision went white and your body trembled. You even forgot the lights had gone out because you thought you went blind from all the pleasure he brought you. 

He crawled up at you again and kissed you, swallowing your moans when you tasted yourself on his lips. One of his hand was right beside you, on the pillow, supporting his weight over you, and the other held his cock to pump him

You quickly replaced his hand on the cock with yours as you pumped his length, spreading his precum all over to the base. 

“You ready, baby?” he asked as his teased his cock at your entrance

You nodded, biting your lip to stiffen you moan

He slowly pushed in, inch by inch. You still never got used to his big length. Just when you thought he’s done, he pushed an inch more til he was all in. 

He gave you a minute to adjust, 

“Eddie, move” you urged and he obeyed

He started setting a pace, finding a rhythm, something like a beat he made the other day on his guitar so metal,

 so hard 

so fast.

 And he fucked you like that. He picked the rhythm and fucked you to it. Like a song being sung, like a hardcore melody. 

Your loud moans were silenced by the rain hitting the tin roof. And again you felt the pressure building in your lower pit, 

He babbled sweet nothings in your ear as he pulled and pushed, 

“I can kiss you” thrust “I can hold you” thrust “I can love you” his ego inflating, proud of himself that he managed to provide you pleasure in the pitch black darkness, 

“I can love you” he repeated, thrust “with my eyes closed” with that he kissed your lips to seal his promise.

Your heart fluttered at his words, the way he made all your insecurities melt away. He made all the right moves,  traced his hands on the same path as he did with the lights on. 

His rhythm started to distort as he got closer to the edge, bringing your pressure close to breaking. 

His thrusts got sloppier as your walls clenched around him, making him moan out your name, 

“Let it go baby, let it go for me,” he said and you did 

You came so hard your ears started ringing, your eyes rolled back in your head. Few minutes and he abruptly pulled out his cock, spilling all his seeds on your pussy and lower stomach. 

He flopped down beside you on his stomach. 

You both caught your breaths before he gathered his cum from your stomach on his fingers and bought them to your lips, 

“Suck it clean” he ordered 

 You closed your lips around his fingers as you tasted him, moaning at the taste. 

“Atta girl,” he praised before he kissed you, tasting himself on you.

Then he placed a kiss on your overstimulated pussy before carefully getting off the bed and disappearing in the bathroom. 

He stumbled over something, “ow”

“You okay?” you called

“Walked right into the wall” He chuckled as returned with a cloth and carefully wiped your clean, placing a kiss here and there, 

“You know my body better than your home?” you smirked as he discard the cloth piece and returned to lay beside you on bed,

He pulled you to himself, your back to his chest, “your body’s my home, darlin’” he said, pecking your head. 

“And if the lights come on?” you whispered

“If them lights come on, I won't complain, no,” he tightened his hold, “'Cause I know how to love you either way,”

You smiled, feeling content, listening to the sound of rain, caged in your lover’s arms

[norah-posts]

My childhood crush and my adulthood crush. 😍

Musicians, rock&roll, long hair, and both of them are sexy as fuck. Their smile is… 🫠

And maybe Eddie is a vampire too? 🤔🧛