#Eddie x afabReader

[cup-half-full-of-anxiety]

Watching Him

Warnings: 18+, smut, pure smut, fingering, slight praise kink, slight choking kink, begging, no use of Y/N, I think that’s it.

Summary: Eddie is getting ready for work but you don't wanna see him go.

Eddie x Original Female Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

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“I know you were right. Believing for so long”

Eddie's voice gently pulled you from sleep, his melodic tones echoing off the bathroom walls as he imagined himself performing a solo concert. With no need to rush from bed, you nestled deeper into your sheets, basking in the beautiful serenade of your husband.

“Away from these long, lonely nights I'm reaching for you, are you feeling it too Does the feeling seem oh so right And what would you say if I called on you now”

You had always believed Eddie had what it took to make it big, but when he came to you a few years ago, his heart on his sleeve and tears in his eyes as he admitted he couldn't do it anymore, you comforted him. He traded in his rockstar dream for the life of a business owner, and the sacrifice paid off. Now, Eddie owned one of the most popular record shops in Chicago.

He still played local shows occasionally, but he was content selling records and being his own boss. It may not have been the future that 19-year-old Eddie dreamed of, but he couldn’t have asked for anything more beautiful. Coming home to his gorgeous, smart, and sexy wife every night was the best part.

The sound of the shower shutting off made you shift in bed. Still naked from the night before, you lay on your stomach, the blanket draped just above your waist. Turning your head toward the bathroom door, you waited for Eddie to emerge, eager to see your stunning husband. Nearly ten years together, and you still got butterflies in your belly when you saw him naked. He always took your breath away, and you prayed that feeling never changed.

Eddie continued humming the Air Supply song as he exited the bathroom, the steam from the hot shower adding a dramatic flair to his entrance.

Your eyes silently followed him around the room. He scrubbed his wet hair with a blue bath towel as he walked to the closet. Leaning over, his perfectly toned backside was on display. He twisted his long hair into the towel before standing up straight to sift through his clothes.

As you both got older, Eddie had become more meticulous about his appearance. Not that he didn't care before, but now he put in noticeable effort. After a moment of consideration, he pulled out a couple of shirts, finally settling on an old tour tee from Dio's 1987 Dream Evil Tour, a green long-sleeved plaid shirt, a pair of blue jeans with a few worn rips, and a belt. He then made his way to the chest of drawers where his jewelry and cologne were neatly arranged beneath a mirror that was littered with photos from over the years.

You watched from your spot as he dressed. Boxers first, then jeans, a shirt tucked in, belt through the loops, and a plaid shirt tied around his waist. It wasn't until Eddie began sliding on his rings that you finally spoke.

"You're so beautiful."

Eddie's eyes snapped to yours in the mirror, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Have you been watching me this whole time?" he asked, turning to face you, leaning against the drawers.

You smiled and began to sing, "I'm all out of love. I'm so lost without you."

Eddie threw his head back in laughter, and you laughed with him, burying your face in the pillow to muffle the sound. The scent of Eddie surrounded you, you lingered in it for a moment, inhaling deeply. Then you felt the bed dip on Eddie's side. As you turned to face him, his lips brushed your shoulder, sending goosebumps cascading across your skin.

“I wish you didn’t have to work today,” you spoke softly. Eddie's lips lingered on your skin, planting a trail of kisses as his breath warmed your neck. “I know, baby,” he whispered between kisses, “but I’m down two employees,” kiss “and that new Alanis Morissette album releases today,” kiss “so we’re gonna be slammed.” His fingers slid through your hair, pulling it gently away from your face so he could capture your lips with his.

You pouted as he pulled back. “But do you have to leave so early?” you asked, turning over. The sheet slipped, barely covering your chest, but your pert nipples were unmistakably visible through the thin fabric. As you stretched, the sheet fell farther, revealing your breasts fully. “Isn’t there anyone else who can open the store?” you pleaded.

Eddie smirked, reaching for your breast. You gasped as his warm, calloused fingertips teased your nipple, giving it a playful pinch.

“Didn’t get enough last night?” he cooed. Your hand trailed down your body, but before it reached the valley between your breasts, Eddie caught it, pinning it above your head on the pillow.

“No, no, sweet girl. I can’t have you doing my job for me,” he tsked, his other hand continuing the journey down your body. His fingertips teased your skin, and your free hand began to move toward your center, but Eddie gave another warning tsk, and you clutched the sheets, anticipation building.

His fingers traced lazy circles around your belly button before skimming the soft flesh of your pelvis. He lingered briefly over the small patch of hair that hinted at your most intimate heat. Your hips lifted, trying to guide him to where you craved his touch most, but Eddie resisted, teasing you with his restraint. Instead, his hand found its way back to your breast, squeezing your nipple until it stood painfully erect. His lips soon followed, closing around the hardened bud and sending waves of pleasure through your body.

Next to the sensitive pearl of nerves at the apex of your thighs, your breasts were incredibly responsive. Eddie knew exactly how to drive you wild, having brought you to the brink with just his mouth before. When his teeth grazed your nipple, you couldn't help but arch into him, desperate for more. His mouth moved to your other breast, while his hand trailed over your collarbone, wrapping around your throat with a possessive squeeze. Leaning up, he captured your lips in a filthy, demanding kiss, his hunger palpable.

As he pulled away, his hand slid up your neck, his middle and ring fingers resting against your lips. You parted them eagerly, your tongue curling around his fingers as he pushed them into your mouth. You sucked them slowly, your eyes locked on his, feeling the electric connection between you intensify. When he withdrew his fingers, he didn't hesitate. In an instant, his hand moved to your pulsing clit, and the sudden, intense pleasure made you gasp.

Eddie's fingers moved with expert precision, circling and pressing against your most sensitive spot. Your body writhed beneath him, every nerve ending alight with desire. His mouth returned to your breast, his teeth grazing your nipple as his fingers worked your clit relentlessly. You could feel the tension building inside you, a tight coil ready to snap.

"Beg for it," he demanded against your skin, his voice a low, seductive growl.

"Please, Eddie," you gasped, your voice trembling with need. "I need you."

A wicked smile curved his lips as he increased the pressure, pushing you closer to the edge. "That's my girl," he whispered before claiming your mouth in another searing kiss.

Desperation clawed at you as Eddie's fingers worked you with unrelenting precision. Your hips bucked wildly, seeking more of his touch. Your grip on the sheets released and you instinctively grabbed hold of his arm, your nails digging into his flesh. It was your only anchor in the sea of pleasure he was drowning you in. Your hips bucked against his hand, desperate for more, for everything. His muscles flexed under your grip.

"Eddie, please," you whimpered, your voice raw with longing. "I can't…I need you…"

His eyes darkened with want as he watched you unravel beneath him. "You want it that bad?" he taunted, his fingers never slowing their torment.

"Hold on tight," he commanded, his voice husky and full of promise. He didn't ease up, his fingers relentless in their assault on your clit. Your grip on his arm tightened, your knuckles whitened as you tried to stay grounded. The coil inside you tightened further, your body tensing as you teetered on the brink.

Your body arched into him, your moans swallowed by his kiss. Eddie pulled back slightly, his breath hot against your lips as he watched you with dark, intense eyes. "You look so beautiful when you're desperate for me," he murmured, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

"Do you like this?" he asked, his thumb pressing harder against your clit as his fingers slid inside you, curling to hit that perfect spot. "Do you like being at my mercy?"

"Yes," you breathed, your voice barely more than a whisper. "I love it."

His fingers quickened their pace, the pressure against your clit building to an almost unbearable intensity. "Eddie, please," you begged again, your voice breaking. "I need to come."

His smirk widened as he dipped his head to take your nipple back into his mouth, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin. The dual sensations were almost too much to bear. "Come for me, baby," he commanded, his voice muffled against your breast.

With a final, skilled flick of his fingers, Eddie sent you tumbling over the edge. A wave of ecstasy crashed over you, your body convulsing with pleasure. Your cries filled the room as he continued to work you through your orgasm, drawing out every last bit of bliss. You clung to his arm, your nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on his skin.

As you came down from the high, your body trembling and spent, Eddie leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. "That's my good girl," he praised.

"You did so well for me."

He slowly withdrew his hand, his fingers glistening with your release. He brought them to his lips, his eyes never leaving yours as he tasted you, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. You were breathless, your body still buzzing from the intensity of your climax.

"Mmm delicious," he moaned, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to your lips, sharing the taste of your desire. You moaned softly, your body still trembling in the aftermath.

You basked in the afterglow, your body sated yet still craving him. As your breathing steadied, he began to pull away. You reached for him, your hand finding the knot in the shirt around his waist. "Eddie," you whispered, your voice still breathless. "Let me…"

But Eddie caught your wrist, his grip firm but gentle. "Not right now," he said, shaking his head with a teasing glint in his eyes. His tone was commanding yet tender. "You've had some fun. Now, you wait."

"But, Eddie…" you protested weakly, your voice still heavy with lust. "I want to make you fee—" but Eddie silenced you with a lingering kiss, his tongue teasing yours. "I'll be back later," he promised, his voice a low, seductive purr.

A deep pout pulled at your lips.

He chuckled softly, his hand on your chin, his thumb pulling at that protruding lower lip. "Patience, Love," he murmured, his eyes locked on that lip as his thumb ran across it. You could almost see what he had planned for that mouth playing out behind his eyes. “And then, when I get home, I'll give you everything you want. But for now, you'll stay needy."

Your heart sank with disappointment, but the promise in his eyes stirred something deep within you. "But I'll be thinking about you all day," you whined, your voice a mix of longing and frustration.

"Good," Eddie replied, his tone wicked. "I want you to think about me. Think about what I'll do to you when I get home."

His words sent a fresh wave of heat through your body, reigniting the embers of your desire. He kissed you again, deeper this time, leaving you breathless and aching for more. When he finally pulled away, he stood up, adjusted his clothes, and looked down at you with a mischievous smile.

As he turned to walk back into the bathroom to wash his hands, he held your gaze. He brought his hand that had just been in you back up. "I shouldn’t be washing this off," he grinned, inhaling deeply, savoring the scent of you on his skin. "Should save it for a snack on my drive in."

You bit your lip, the thought of him savoring your taste even after he left making your need for him even more acute.

He finished getting ready, and you watched him, your body still tingling from his touch, feeling the emptiness where his warmth had been. He knelt on the bed one more time, a knowing smile on his lips.

"Don't touch yourself while I'm gone," he whispered against your lips, his voice soft but commanding. "Save it all for me."

Your breath hitched at his tone, and you nodded obediently, the promise of more to come later making your heart race. He pressed one last kiss to your forehead.

"Be a good girl for me," he whispered, his lips brushing your ear.

With that, he left, the door closing behind him with a soft click. You lay there, your body still tingling from his touch, every nerve ending alive with anticipation.

You lay back on the bed, your mind replaying every touch, every kiss, every command.

Tonight, when he came home, you would be ready for him. You could already picture it: yourself on your knees by the door, wearing nothing but lacy panties and a pair of black heels, your body trembling with longing. The anticipation would make the pleasure he had in store for you all the more intense. Every second of waiting built the fire inside you to an unbearable height. You smiled, already counting the hours until he would be back, ready to fulfill every desire he had stirred within you. The thought of his reaction, the way his eyes would darken with lust when he saw you waiting, sent a shiver down your spine.

You spent the day in a haze of anticipation, every minute stretching endlessly. But as evening approached, you prepared yourself, slipping into the delicate lace, stepping into the heel, and taking your place by the door. The minutes ticked by, each one bringing you closer to the moment he would walk through that door and claim you again. And when he did, you knew the pleasure would be worth every second of the wait.

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Hope you enjoyed!!

[sofiiel]

𝐌𝐲 𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 | Fugitive!Eddie x AFABReader

▶▷ Table of Contents:

CW: Mentions of Childhood Trauma. Supernatural. Weed. Guns. Alcohol. Mentions of low self-esteem (from Eddie). Harassment. Lots of Fluff. Eventual sex / sexual content. Soft!Eddie. Character Death. Semi-Cannon. Slight drama. Hurt/Comfort(?). Slice of life -ish. Slow-going. Possible slow burn. This fic is not pre-planned. I have a bad history of taking actual ages to update (it's an impulse fic, it is written because 'oh an idea' which may mean I lollygag.)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 1 ▸2▸ (trying to update every friday)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:

You've lived in your grandmother's house on the edge of Hawkins all your life. The little odd cottage behind the sunflower fields. Most people think your place is abandoned or that some strange old woman lives inside. The rumors around town are endless.

It's a safe place to raise your skittish niece Bea, who is working through trauma. No one draws near your little slice of heaven.

That is until you get an unexpected neighbor on your land.

Eddie Munson has been on the run for the past five years. It takes longer than one would think to clear one's name when made the scapegoat for the government.

Missing home and with news of possible progress, Eddie moves back to Hawkins, staying on the outskirts...on what he believed was vacant land.

There's a silly fuzzy critter stealing fruit from your garden, and he has a doozy of a secret.

...so do you.