#reader x Eddie Munson

[lilmisshellfireswritingblog]

Make the Friendship Bracelets

Pairings: Rockstar!EddieMunson x Reader

Based off a Tweet regarding the tattoos and friendship bracelets Kieran Culkin was wearing at the Golden Globes saying it was Eddie as a girl dad at the Grammy's. I knew I had to write it.

A/N: This is probably the most healing thing I have ever written as someone with daddy issues my gods. I hope you like it too.

Warnings: Pure fluff. Tooth rotting sweetness. Dad!Eddie.

Separator banner credit to: sweetmelodygraphics.

It was a cool, crisp February night in 1990 and the soft hum of the television echoed through the living room where you sat with your four-year-old daughter, Melody, curled up in your lap. The Grammy Awards were in full swing, filling the screen with glitz and glamour as the biggest names in the music industry gathered to celebrate their successes.

For you and Melody, however, the awards weren’t just about watching the famous faces or listening to the grand speeches from musicians. Tonight was about Eddie — your husband, her father. Corroded Coffin was nominated for Best New Artist and you couldn’t be prouder. This moment had been a long time coming. You’d watched Eddie pour his heart and soul into the band for years, sacrificing so much just to get to this point and now, he was at the Grammy Awards, receiving the recognition he always deserved with his first ever nomination.

You were sure there would be more to follow in the years to come. 

“Mommy, is Daddy gonna win?” Melody asked, her voice full of innocent excitement. She didn’t really understand the significance of the awards or the industry, but she knew one thing: Daddy was her hero.

You smiled, brushing her messy curls she definitely inherited from Eddie from her face. “I hope so, sweetie,” you said, giving her a soft squeeze.

Melody beamed up at you, her bright eyes wide with trust. “He’s the best, right?”

You chuckled and nodded. “Yes, he is, Mel Bel.”

The moment was almost surreal. The camera cut to the stage and you saw Eddie for the first time tonight after he left the house. His wild hair, his signature leather jacket, and that mischievous grin that never quite left his face… He was so Eddie, and yet, tonight, even more so if it were even possible

He was about to win a Grammy. You could feel it.

“And the Grammy for Best New Artist goes to... Corroded Coffin!” The announcer’s voice rang out, and Melody squealed in delight, her tiny body bouncing on your lap.

“Daddy! Daddy!” she cried, her hands reaching for the screen as if she could touch him through the TV. Her face lit up with the kind of joy only a child could feel, pure and untainted by the weight of the world.

You laughed softly, hugging her close as Eddie stood from his seat, grinning from ear to ear. His bandmates cheered around him, and you could see the excitement in their eyes as they made their way to the stage. Eddie was already thanking the band and the fans and making his speech, but it was his last words that made your heart skip a beat.

“....Especially to my daughter, Melody,” Eddie said, his voice carrying through the microphone. His eyes glanced directly into the camera, and for a brief moment, it was like the whole world melted away. “I love you, kid. This is for you.”

You felt the warmth of pride fill your chest as you looked down at Melody. Her eyes were as wide as saucers, and she was absolutely glowing with joy. “Mom! He said my name! He said my name!” she squealed, her little hands clapping together in excitement.

You nodded, your heart swelling. “He sure did, sweetie. He’s so proud of you.”

But then something else caught your eye — something that made your heart stop and your breath catch in your throat. As Eddie held the Grammy, his arm extended, gesturing toward the audience, his sleeves slid up. That’s when you saw it.

His arms were covered — not in the usual tattoos you knew he had, but in bright, colorful, exaggerated fake tattoos. Dragons, flames, flowers, and skulls in every neon and pastel hue. The tattoos were so vividly out of place that you couldn’t help but smile. 

But also on his wrist were the friendship bracelets Melody had made over the past week — the same ones she had spent hours weaving together with tiny beads before handing it over to you to tie the string into a knot. 

Melody had made him a set for the Grammys and Eddie had worn them proudly, as though they were the most important thing in the world.

One bracelet had the word DAD spelled out in tiny, colorful beads. Another had stars and hearts, a masterpiece of Melody’s four-year-old imagination. Yet another with Corroded Coffin misspelled as Coroded Cofin. The mismatched colors, the mismatched beads — they were perfect. It was like a small piece of Melody’s world, her love, her joy, wrapped around Eddie’s wrist for all the world to see.

Melody gasped, her hands covering her mouth. “Mom, look! Daddy’s wearing them!” she cried, her voice filled with awe and pride. “He’s wearing my bracelets! The ones I made for him!”

You couldn’t help but laugh, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye. “Yes, sweetie, he’s wearing them,” you said, your voice thick with emotion. “He loves them. He wouldn’t leave without them. I told you!”

Eddie didn’t seem to notice the camera zooming in on his bracelets or the fake tattoos that were so obviously out of place. He was too busy soaking in the moment and the excitement of the win. His attention was entirely on the band and the fans, on the Grammy Award in his hand, and on the world that had just opened its arms to him.

For you, the moment wasn’t just about the Grammy. It wasn’t about the fake tattoos or the glamour. It was about the fact that Eddie, in the middle of this massive achievement, had made room for Melody — her love, her creativity, her heart — to be part of it. It was as though, even in the middle of a world so far removed from the one you and Melody lived in, Eddie had made sure to carry a piece of home with him.

Melody was still jumping up and down on the couch, her eyes glued to the screen. “I’m gonna make him more!” she said, her voice full of determination. “Next time, I’m making him a whole sleeve of tattoos! Maybe even one on his head!”

You chuckled, wiping your eyes. “I think he’d love that, sweetie.”

As Eddie wrapped up his speech, his voice filled with gratitude, you couldn’t help but marvel at the way everything had come together. Eddie was a rock star, but to Melody, he was simply dad — the man who wore her creations with pride, who accepted her love in whatever form it came. Whether it was in the shape of a handmade bracelet or a silly fake tattoo, it didn’t matter. What mattered was that it was from her. 

And that was everything.

When the broadcast cut to commercial, Melody looked up at you with sparkling eyes. “Do you think Daddy knows I love him so much?” she asked, her voice suddenly quiet, almost serious.

You smiled softly, kissing the top of her head. “Oh, sweetie. He knows. I think he feels it every day. I know he does.”

You held Melody a little tighter, your heart full as you watched the rest of the show with your daughter in your arms. Tonight wasn’t just about Eddie winning a Grammy. It was about the quiet, beautiful moments that made up your family — the love that could never be measured by awards or accolades. It was about the joy you shared with each other and the way Eddie wore that love for the world to see, no matter how unpolished, no matter how messy.

EDDIE’S POV

Eddie Munson’s hands were shaking as he stepped up to the stage, his knees wobbling just a little. It wasn’t because he wasn’t used to being on stage. Hell, he had performed in front of crowds thousands of times with no issue. It was just that this moment felt different. This was the Grammys. The one award ceremony that, for so long, seemed like an impossibly far-off dream and here he was, walking up to accept the award for Best New Artist like it was no big deal.

To Eddie Munson, it was a big deal. This was his band and he had proved everyone wrong. 

He was trying to keep his cool but he couldn’t stop the wild rush of adrenaline in his veins. He tried to hold the golden statue steady after the announcer handed it to him, but his fingers kept twitching, like it was going to slip right out of his hand. His bandmates were already clapping behind him, grinning, cheering him on to make his speech. However, Eddie couldn’t focus on them right now. He had to think about what he was going to say as the frontman of Corroded Coffin. 

“Uh, thank you so much,” he mumbled into the microphone, his voice hoarse. “I don’t know what to say. This is… Jesus H. Christ…. This is crazy. Wow.”

The crowd laughed. He half-smiled at them, but his mind wasn’t really here. He was already thinking about the one person he needed to thank the most.

He looked out across the sea of people and felt the weight of their eyes on him. Everyone who had ever doubted him, everyone who had laughed when he said he’d make it, everyone who thought Corroded Coffin was just a phase.

But then he thought of her.

Of Melody.

The tiny girl back at home, probably jumping up and down in front of the TV with her mom. Probably waving her arms, shouting for Daddy like she always did whenever he was on television. Eddie could picture her now — her bright eyes filled with excitement, her little voice calling out to him. He could almost hear it. “Daddy! Daddy! Look! You won!”

He wasn’t just up here for himself. He was up here for her.

“First, I’ve gotta thank my bandmates,” Eddie said, his eyes scanning the faces behind him. “Couldn’t do this without them. We’ve been through hell and back together and this is just as much theirs as it is mine. And of course…the fans… We wouldn’t be here without you guys.”

They cheered, slapping him on the back and Eddie felt that familiar warmth spread through his chest. This was a team effort and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Then, it was time for the moment he had been waiting for. The moment that, no matter how insane this night was, was what truly mattered to him.

“I gotta thank my family, especially to my daughter, Melody,” Eddie said, his voice carrying through the microphone. His eyes glanced directly into the camera and for a brief moment, it was like the whole world melted away. “I love you, kid. This is for you.”

The words left his mouth before he could even think about them. Melody. His little girl, the reason he woke up every morning and pushed himself harder than he ever thought he could. He thought about her sitting on the couch at home, probably with you, smiling so big her cheeks must hurt. He thought about her little hands, the ones that had made him those silly fake tattoos, the ones that now decorated his arms. He had nearly forgotten about them, but now, looking down at his forearms, his heart swelled with pride.

The tattoos were ridiculous. There was no getting around it. Flames, dragons, flowers, skulls, all in bright neon and pastel colors. They looked like something out of a 1980s cartoon — over the top and completely out of place on a red carpet. But he didn’t care. Why should he?

What mattered was that those tattoos, every single one of them, had been made by Melody. She had begged him to let her put them on him. She practically climbed up his legs while he was getting ready. 

And he let her put every single tattoo on him. Every single one. He had to. Because, to him, they weren’t just tattoos. They were a piece of her. A piece of his heart.

He then caught a glimpse of the “DAD” bracelet that was wrapped around his wrist. It had been clumsily woven by Melody, each bead painstakingly placed by her small fingers, a little lopsided and uneven. But it didn’t matter. It was perfect.

“Melody,” he whispered into the mic again, his eyes glazing over with tears for a moment. “I love you, kid.”

He didn’t know if the crowd heard it or if they even cared, but it didn’t matter. As far as Eddie was concerned, Melody was the one who had truly given him everything. She was the reason he fought for this life, for this crazy, unpredictable journey. She was the reason he was standing here at the Grammys, looking out at the world like he didn’t quite belong but didn’t care either.

This was his moment, but it was equally hers too.

And if the world didn’t understand why he was wearing fake tattoos that had no business being on a rockstar’s arms, or if they thought it was silly or unprofessional, he didn’t care.

Because he wasn’t doing this for them.

He was doing it for her. (And it was metal as fuck.)

Yeah, I’m a mess, Eddie thought with a grin, glancing at the camera that had zoomed in on his tattoos and bracelets. But this is my mess. And damn, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

The crowd’s applause grew louder and Eddie snapped back to reality. His heart was racing, the adrenaline still pumping through his veins. He raised the Grammy higher, the light reflecting off it like some kind of symbol of everything he had fought for.

He couldn’t wait to get home. To see her face. To hold her close. To thank her for making him wear those damn bracelets and for making him wear those ridiculous tattoos. He wanted to hug her tight, tell her how much he loved her and how much she meant to him. 

For now, however, he had this moment. He had the Grammy and he had Melody’s love wrapped around his wrist as a physical representation of her love for him.

“Thanks, kid,” Eddie whispered under his breath, walking off the stage with his bandmates. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Eddie Munson stepped through the front door, a quiet sigh escaping his lips as the cool night air from outside hit him. The house was still, a soft quietness settling over everything like a blanket. The weight of the Grammy was still heavy in his hand but it felt like it belonged there now. Like it was a part of him.

He kicked off his boots at the door, careful not to make too much noise. He hadn’t gotten home too late, but there was something about the stillness of the house that made him feel like he was walking on eggshells. The last thing he wanted to do was disturb anyone’s sleep. 

He glanced around the living room, his eyes immediately locking onto the stack of pillows on the couch where you must’ve been earlier. You had probably been watching the broadcast, cheering him on, sharing the excitement with Melody. A part of him wanted to burst in there, to see you both and tell you about the night, to hold you and laugh about the ridiculous tattoos and the fake dragons on his arms.

But another part of him, the quieter part, wanted to let the moment sink in, just for a second.

He walked toward the hallway, gently pushing open the door to Melody’s room. The dim light from the hallway spilled across her tiny bed, casting a soft glow on the scene before him.

There she was, asleep — his little girl, wrapped up in her blankets, her small body curled up in that familiar way she always slept. Her face was peaceful, her breath soft and steady. She was so tiny. So innocent.

Eddie’s heart swelled as he took in the sight. He leaned against the doorframe for a moment, just watching her sleep. He couldn’t help it. The weight of the Grammy in his hand felt like nothing compared to this moment. This was the real prize. The thing he had fought for; the thing that made everything worth it.

His mind flashed back to the stage, the moment he had held that golden trophy up to the crowd, and then looked down at his arms, back down at the fake tattoos, at the bracelet that spelled DAD. He’d been proud to wear them. Proud to wear them for her. Proud to show the world that no matter how big he got, no matter what happened with the band, Melody would always be the one who made him feel like he had won everything.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he thought about the absurdity of it all. Fake tattoos. Friendship bracelets. He hadn’t even noticed until he’d been on stage just how ridiculous they were. To him, they were the most important thing in the world.

He stepped closer to her bed, kneeling down beside it, still clutching the Grammy in one hand. He leaned in slightly, brushing a stray curl from her forehead.

"Hey, kiddo," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "We did it. We won.”

He reached out, gently taking her tiny hand in his and squeezing it softly. She didn’t stir, just kept breathing evenly in her sleep, but Eddie smiled at the feel of her hand in his.

There was a moment when the weight of the night seemed to fall away, and for the first time in hours, Eddie felt calm. No stage lights, no roaring crowd, no flashing cameras. Just him and his daughter.

He reached for the Grammy, hesitating for only a second, before placing it gently on the little dresser next to her bed. The glimmer of gold caught the light, but it didn’t matter. The real treasure was lying right here, in this room. It was the way her hand fit so perfectly in his. The way she had made him those silly bracelets that he’d worn like a badge of honor.

"I’ve got everything I need right here. The Grammy is just extra," Eddie muttered quietly to himself, glancing down at the trophy again before turning back to Melody.

He sat on the edge of her bed, just for a moment, his heart full of love. He had made it. Not just to the Grammys, not just as a rock star, but to this — to this family. To her.

And as he sat there, his fingers lightly brushing the top of her head, he whispered again, just loud enough for her to hear in her sleep: "I love you so much, Melody. You’re my everything. This Grammy is for you. Always."

With that, Eddie stood, giving her one last lingering look before slipping out of the room as quietly as he had entered. He made his way to the kitchen, the house still as a tomb, and found a note on the counter from you, probably written earlier in the night while he’d been at the awards show.

It was simple, but it hit him like a wave: “I’m so proud of you, Eddie. We both are. See you when you get home. We love you so much.”

His lips curved into a smile as he ran his fingers over the note, the words sinking deep into his chest. 

Eddie could feel the weight of the Grammy now even while it wasn’t in his hand. Not in the sense of its physical heaviness, but in the way it was almost like a symbol — of everything he had fought for. Of everything he had gained. Not fame, not money, not recognition. But the one thing that mattered more than anything else: his family. 

His world.

That was the only victory that ever mattered.

For once, Eddie Munson felt like he had everything.

[weirdonumber33]

He’s really all I think about\j

[inknopewetrust]

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐞𝐰

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚��𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧. 𝐎𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝟐𝟓𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 [𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫] [𝐰𝐜: 547]

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝟏𝟖+, 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 [𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠], 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝.

𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬: 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

He didn’t make you feel embarrassed about it.

And when he offered to take you to bed with the knowledge that you weren’t as experienced as the other girls, he said a simple “ok.”

Eddie Munson worshiped you in ways you couldn’t have known had you not laid it bare before him. He eased you into it, feeling you with his fingers before slowly working you open and explaining that what you were feeling, the good and the bad, were normal and it wasn’t something to be afraid of.

His fingers prodded and probed. They searched and scoured and when they found the untouched plush of you, they found purchase in the reward.

You groaned into him, leaning your head on his shoulder in a strain as he pressed into you further—his own erection straining his jeans as he relished the memories dripping onto your mattress. It wasn’t much, but it was unlike anything he had ever had the fortune of experiencing.

Eddie whispered sweet nothings. Egging you on to reach a precipice, he didn’t bother to push that he wanted your first orgasm to be on his dick but one that you had control over. He let his thumb draw circles on your clit—the wetness gathering easy the longer you proved to him that you could indeed last longer than he assumed you’d be able to.

So, when you arrived at that end, Eddie felt the earnings of his actions in the smile and giggle that fell from your lips. But if he knew you as he did, you were determined to see this through—twenty-five and inexperienced was not something you wished to say anymore.

You palmed him through his jeans boldly. His skin erupted in goosebumps the longer he let you caress him and eventually, he stripped you and himself of the clothes you wore and shushed you when he entered your pussy.

You’d never felt such pain and pleasure at the same time. He said it would pass—and it did after awhile—yet it was far from romantic. You were stuttering, shaking, and a mess of emotions as the man who you’d grown to call a friend helped you beyond what friendship offered.

Eddie treated you with gentleness. Feeling your body give in to his touch, feeding off of your sounds and the new type of juices that spilled out of you.

He breathed you in and you let him guide you along a new path. He felt so different, so decedent pulsing inside of you. Thrusting in slow, agonizingly soft motions that made you think he was treating you like glass.

But if this was glass unloved, you wondered what glass would be loved.

Then he begged you. He begged you to finish for him, asking you to coat his cock in you. Flexing and focusing yourself on him was calculated and unnatural but you tried; grinding your hips against his wasn’t enough. You were so tight and new—he didn’t want to overstep but the fact he was the first to do this to you had given him hope, a lust so unlike what he knew he wanted.

It was enough, however, to get him there too.

When you finished, you clamped down on him so tightly that he had spurred himself to come too. You clung to his shoulders, a shuddered relief washed over you and then him, who pulled back to gaze into your eyes and settle on the fact that he’d offered for a reason.

And Eddie Munson was so glad you said yes.

As always, thank you so much for taking the time to read my fic and any other fics that you choose to read of mine. Reblogs, comments, and likes are always very much appreciated. It keeps writers like me motivated—we all love to hear from you.

[barefoothighlander]

teachers pet (18+)

summary: Eddie gets distracted while you tutor him

eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: mdni (18+), smut, established relationship, unprotected pinv, oral (fem rec), creampie, dirty talk

“Do you want to pass this class or not” You ask

“You want the truth?” He smirks, his hand roaming over your back.

“I’m serious, you fail this and you’re staying back another year”

“Doesn’t sound so bad, another year of Hellfire”

“Mm but if you don’t graduate we don’t get to leave this stupid town and you can’t be a rockstar” You hum

Eddie drops his face to the mattress, groaning dramatically.

“C’mon it’s not hard”

“For you, you ace every class”

“Because I study”

“Or you’re a secret genius”

“If I was I wouldn’t be spending my Saturday night tutoring you”

He sits up, his hand over his chest as he fakes insult, “And here I thought you were spending time with me because you loved me”

“I do, that’s why I want you to pass, focus up” You tap your pencil against his forehead, giggling. “Okay so, you wanna carry this over, then multiply it by the exponent”

“The little number?”

“Yes exactly”

You continue to explain the equations, eyes glancing over to Eddie’s face to make sure he’s paying attention, his eyes are on you but his fingers are toying with the hem on your shirt.

“Got it”

“Yep, carry that, multiply that, do some other stuff”

You scoff at him

“Can we take a break?” He asks, his hands moving to roam over your skin, you bite down on your lip slightly, thinking the idea over in your mind as he moves his face closer, his lips grazing over your neck. You close your notes and turn onto your back, giving him better access to your body, he smirks against your skin, hands creeping up your stomach to settle under your breasts, his lips ghosting over yours.

Your hands fall to the sides of his face, keeping him in front of you as you lean up to kiss him, he nudged your legs apart so he can settle in between them, slotting his hips against yours as he deepens the kiss, his tongue pushing past your lips to roam over yours.

A small grunt falls from your lips as he grinds lightly into you, his hands moving to grope your breasts, you wrap your legs around his waist as his lips lower, leaving a trail of wet kisses down your neck. You thread your fingers through his hair, his hands pushing the fabric of your top up to expose your chest, you sit up a little allowing him to remove the clothing, hip lips immediately attaching to one of your nipples.

His hand snakes down your stomach, stopping at the hem of your pants, he glances up at you and you nod, he smiles against your skin, his fingers making quick work of removing your pants as he travels lower. His breath is ghosting over your clothed core, his hands settle on your waist as he nips a piece of skin on your inner thigh causing you to twitch your hips.

"Stop teasing"

"Mm what do you need pretty girl"

"Need you"

"Need me to what?" He grins, you huff a breath,

"Need your tongue on me, please need you to touch me"

"Since you asked so nicely"

His fingers latch under your panties, sliding them down your legs until he's inches away from your weeping core, he flattens his tongue, placing a chaste lick to your sensitive bud, a small whimper falling from your lips. His hands press your thighs apart as his tongue licks a strip between your folds, collecting your slick before his lips latch around your clit, his tongue flicks over it while his fingers tease at your entrance, he pushes two digits in, revelling in the way you squeeze them.

"So perfect" He mumbles into your core, you squeeze your eyes shut, his fingers are pumping into you, arcing to hit that sweet soft spot inside you, you try to close your thighs around his head but his grip keeps you planted to the mattress as he continues his assault.

He removes his tongue, replacing it with the rough pad of his thumb, the callouses from his guitar strings doing wonders to stimulate your bud as he kisses at your inner thighs. He pulls his fingers from you and you whimper at the loss of contact, replacing them with his tongue. He pumps the muscle into you, feeling around your walls as his fingers toy with your clit, the fire in your stomach heating the rest of your skin till you're glistening in a thin layer of sweat.

"Eddie please, don't stop"

"You gonna cum on my tongue baby?"

You manage a weak mm hmm

"Use your words"

"Fuck, yes, gonna cum" You're panting, your orgasm threatening to take over your body.

"Cum for me baby"

You writhe under his touch, his tongue fucking you through it as your hips twitch against him, your moans falling from your open mouth.

"Such a good girl" He leans over your form, stripping his shirt from his chest and leaning down to kiss you, you can taste remnants of your orgasm on his tongue as he pushes it past your lips, his clothed length grinding against your sensitive clit.

Your hands move down to fiddle with his belt, undoing it before they move back up to roam his chest. He strips his pants from his body, leaning back over you to tease the head of his length through your folds, he collects your slick, coating himself before inserting the tip. He watches your jaw fall open from the stretch, a small grunt leaving his lips as he pushes in deeper,

"That's it, baby, doing so well"

He bottoms out with a moan, your limbs wrap around him, holding him to you as he starts thrusting, he pulls nearly all the way out before pushing back in, forcing you to take every inch of him as his lips crash into yours, swallowing your moans.

He sits back on his knees, grabbing your leg to throw it over his shoulder, allowing him deeper as he continues to fuck you, your hands grip at the sheets as your back arches from his strokes.

"Shit, not gonna last if you keep squeezing me like this"

You're whimpering beneath him, his hair sticking to his forehead as he pounds into you, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the air of the room. His thumb moves to circle your clit, the contact making you release a high-pitched moan,

"Need you to cum on my cock baby, need to feel you squeeze me"

The coil inside you is so close to snapping, he thrusts deep into you, the head of his cock hitting against your g-spot as you come undone, your knuckles turn white from your grip on the sheets,

"Fuck that's it angel"

You ride out your high, his cock pounding into you before he buries himself inside you, his hips twitching as he shoots hot ropes inside you, filling you with his seed, low grunts filling your ears as you milk him.

"Shit, so good for me, my perfect girl"

He pulls out of you slowly, gently letting your leg down before he crosses your room, returning with a small towel to clean you, his fingers wiping gently around your core. He climbs next to you in the bed, resting on his side as his hand snakes around your waist, pulling you to him, placing a kiss to your forehead. You catch your breath, your cheek pressed to his chest as you listen to his heartbeat, your fingers tracing light patterns over his tattoos.

"So about that algebra" He snickers

You muffle your laugh in his chest, arms roaming his back to hold him to you, you'd finish it later.

[losingmygrasponreality]

Imagine this;

10mg+ of edibles

freshly showered n shaved, entire body moisturized

it’s raining or snowing out

a playlist consisting of chateau by Djo, dazed n confused by Led Zeppelin, take me back to Eden by Sleep Token, etc.

room lit by only string lights

window cracked

just getting fucked out of your mind by Eddie or him going down on you for hours

you can just feel evvverrything 10x

🤤🫠🥵 all I want rn can someone write me a one take on this or even a blurb SOMETHHING plz

[elvendria]

Clean

AU Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Final Part

You return to Hawkins after a few years in the middle of the night during the summer with your 4-year-old sister in tow, thinking the two of you could fly under the radar and settle in at Forest Hills Trailer Park. You thought you could get by without bumping into your old enemy, Eddie Munson, the town freak.

But you weren't always enemies. There was a time when you two were closer than anything.

Eddie dreams of making it big. You just dream of making it out of here alive.

\\enemies - lovers//

((Warning: I'm not from the US, so bear with me with states and such) )

18+ MINORS DNI 

Eddie starts as a dick, but I promise he gets better. There’s a slap, but it's low-key warranted? Mentions of blood

18+ MINORS DNI or I will be busting kneecaps, E.D, physical abuse, child abuse, runaways, the reader Joyce's ex-step-niece, Will and Johnathan's cousin, Joyce is Queen, Wayne is King, slow burn, gambling addictions, the reader is 20 and Eddie is 21, Chrissy is the villain but we stan Grace. Reader has a small scar on her lower torso. underage drinking, allusions to smut, no details of smut for obvious reasons, eventual smut in upcoming chapters, brief mention of Y/N

Every detail of the room felt etched into your consciousness—the rough texture of the wooden floor beneath your feet, the cold smoothness of the linoleum countertops, the mundanity of the generic painting hanging above Eddie's head. You'd stared at it for so long that it had lost its semblance of reality, blending into the background of your mind's eye. But as much as you preferred the silent refuge of these familiar surroundings to the looming conversation you needed to have, you knew you couldn't evade it permanently.

Eddie's voice cut through the thick silence, a reminder that avoidance was no longer an option. "You can’t stay silent forever. We still need to talk about this."

Your heart sank at his words, the weight of unspoken truths pressing down on you. You wished for a way out, a reprieve from the inevitable confrontation. But deep down, you knew that delaying the conversation would only prolong the agony.

Summoning every ounce of courage, you forced yourself to speak, though you couldn't bring yourself to meet his eyes. "I tried to talk about this. Five years and five months ago." The words tasted bitter on your tongue, a painful reminder of a past you'd rather forget.

Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to drift back to that fateful day—the memories flooding back with a visceral intensity that threatened to overwhelm you. It was the worst day of your life, a day etched into your soul with searing clarity.

The air was heavy with tension as you and Eddie sat across from each other, words caught in your throat like shards of broken glass. You'd rehearsed what you wanted to say a thousand times in your mind, but when the moment came, the words failed you.

You remembered the look of confusion and hurt in Eddie's eyes as you struggled to articulate the truth. You remembered the silence that followed, thick and suffocating, swallowing you whole.

In the years that followed, you buried the pain deep within, hoping that time would heal the wounds you couldn't bear to face. But now, with Eddie's patient insistence echoing in your ears, you knew that avoidance was no longer an option.

Taking a deep breath, you opened your eyes, steeling yourself for the conversation ahead. It wouldn't be easy, and the road ahead was fraught with uncertainty. But you knew that facing the truth was the only way forward, no matter how painful it might be.

5 years and 5 months ago

In the stillness of the room, time seemed to stand still, each passing moment stretching into eternity. The air felt heavy with emotions, suffocating in its intensity. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast elongated shadows across the walls, serving as a silent witness to the turmoil raging within.

As you sat on the edge of the bed, the familiar comfort of the mattress now feeling foreign and distant, you couldn't shake the weight of the sealed envelope clutched tightly in your trembling hands. The words "Return To Sender" emblazoned on its surface seemed to mock you, a cruel reminder of rejection in its most brutal form.

With each passing second, the questions swirled in your mind, each one more haunting than the last. How could Eddie do this to you? How could he turn his back on the life growing within you, on the love you once shared so deeply?

As you traced the outline of each handwritten letter with shaky fingers, the sting of tears threatened to overwhelm you once more. The pain was palpable, a physical ache that radiated from your heart and settled deep within your bones. It was a pain born of betrayal and abandonment, a pain you never imagined you would have to endure.

Desperate for some semblance of connection, some shred of reassurance that you weren't alone in your anguish, you reached for your phone. But each call ended in silence, the void on the other end echoing the emptiness in your heart. It was a loneliness unlike anything you had ever known, a loneliness that consumed you from the inside out.

In the silence of the room, memories flooded your mind like a torrential downpour. You couldn't help but replay the moments leading up to this, each one a painful reminder of what once was and what could have been. The whispered promises, the shared dreams — they all felt like distant echoes of reality you could no longer grasp.

And yet, despite the overwhelming sorrow threatening to engulf you, a flicker of defiance ignited within your soul. You refused to let this moment define you, to let Eddie's betrayal rob you of your strength and resilience. You were stronger than this, stronger than the pain that threatened to break you.

As you sat there, enveloped in the solitude of the night, you couldn't help but wonder what the future held. It was a future shrouded in uncertainty, fraught with challenges and obstacles yet to be overcome. But it was also a future filled with possibility, with the potential for growth and healing in ways you never thought possible.

And so, with a newfound sense of determination, you rose from the edge of the bed, the weight of the envelope still heavy in your hand. You knew that the road ahead would be difficult, filled with twists and turns you couldn't anticipate. But you also knew that you were not alone, that somewhere out there, amidst the darkness, there was a glimmer of hope waiting to be discovered.

Present Day

The memories unfurled like delicate petals in the garden of your mind, each one a testament to the fragility of youth and the bittersweet symphony of love and loss. You transported yourself back to a time when innocence was your constant companion and the world seemed painted in hues of hope and possibility.

“You know, I used to draw a little design along the back of my letters so you could make sure they hadn’t been opened by the time they got to you. It was stupid. I mean, what kind of person would want to read a letter from a 16-year-old?” The simple act of drawing a squiggly line on the back of your letters emerged from the recesses of memory, a quaint ritual born from a desire to safeguard your innermost thoughts from prying eyes. At the tender age of sixteen, such gestures felt like feeble attempts to protect the sanctity of your words in a world fraught with uncertainty.

But uncertainty seemed a distant memory compared to the raw ache that now gnawed at your soul. Tears welled up unbidden, tracing silent rivers down cheeks once adorned with the flush of youth. You hadn’t even realized they were there until the telltale sting of saltwater against your skin brought your attention to their presence.

The weight of your emotions bore down upon you like a heavy shroud, suffocating and relentless. A sob escaped your lips, the sound foreign and raw in the stillness of the room. It was a sound wrought from the depths of your being, a primal cry for understanding in a world that seemed determined to remain indifferent to your pain.

This is what happened when you thought back to that day. You felt your chest tighten like your whole body had shut itself down and stitched itself up, trapping any remnants of the life you once had inside.

 “But… that was just it. I thought you would. I thought after everything, everything, that you were that person, that you’d want to read each word, and keep them until I came home to you.” You murmured, voice barely above a whisper as you navigated the labyrinth of memories that threatened to consume you whole. It was a day etched in the annals of your existence, a pivotal moment that had irrevocably altered the course of your life.

Your chest tightened with each passing moment, a vice-like grip that threatened to crush the fragile remnants of your shattered heart. It was a physical manifestation of the agony that permeated your being, a tangible reminder of the scars that marred your soul.

The spark of happy memories flickered briefly before being engulfed by the suffocating darkness that loomed on the horizon. It was a cruel juxtaposition, the juxtaposition of light and shadow that seemed to define your existence in equal measure.

“But… that was just it,' you confessed, the words tumbling from your lips like fragile petals caught in a tempest. It was a confession borne from the depths of your despair, a desperate plea for understanding in a world that seemed determined to remain deaf to your cries.

“I thought you would,” you continued, voice trembling with a vulnerability that left you feeling exposed and raw. It was a sentiment rooted in the belief that love, true love, could transcend the barriers of time and space, binding two souls together in a tapestry of shared experiences and whispered promises.

But his face remained impassive, a mask of stoicism that betrayed none of the tumultuous emotions swirling beneath the surface. It was a facade you had grown accustomed to, yet it still cut you to the quick, a reminder of the chasm that now yawned between you.

You watched in silence as he spoke, his words a litany of accusations and half-truths that cut through the fragile veneer of your composure. It was a barrage of verbal assaults, each one a dagger aimed squarely at the heart of your fragile hopes and dreams.

The question he posed hung in the air like a heavy fog, suffocating and oppressive in its silence. It was a question that pierced the very fabric of your being, laying bare the insecurities and doubts that had long plagued your tortured soul.

“Is she even mine?” he demanded, the words a cruel echo of the doubts that had long haunted your darkest nightmares. It was a question you had feared and dreaded, yet it still cut you to the quick, reminder of the fragile foundation upon which your fractured relationship now stood.

Any lingering traces of guilt dissolved in the face of his callous indifference, replaced by a seething anger that threatened to consume you whole. How dare he? How dare he question the paternity of the child you had borne alone, a testament to the strength and resilience of a mother’s love?

“Look, don’t give me that look,” he snapped, his voice dripping with contempt as he dismissed your pain with a casual wave of his hand. It was a dismissal you could ill afford, a reminder of the gulf that now stretched between you like an unbridgeable chasm.

But you refused to be cowed by his indifference, refused to allow him to diminish the magnitude of your sacrifice with his callous words. You squared your shoulders, steeling yourself for the storm that threatened to engulf you whole.

“And I don’t know you’d been telling me in your letters how you were getting close to this Jeb kid,” he continued, his words a dagger aimed squarely at the heart of your fragile hopes and dreams. It was a betrayal of the highest order, a betrayal you could ill afford in the face of his relentless onslaught.

Sure, you had attempted to befriend Jeb, and had sought solace in the fleeting moments of companionship he offered. But it was a fleeting respite, a reprieve from the relentless storm that raged within your tortured soul.

“Look, I think we just need to do a paternity test-” he began, his words a death knell tolling in the depths of your despair. It was a proposition you could ill afford, a proposition that threatened to unravel the fragile threads of your fractured relationship.

But before he could utter another word, something inside you snapped. It was a primal instinct, a raw surge of emotion that propelled you forward with a force you could not resist. The crack of your hand meeting his cheek echoed in the stifling silence, a symphony of defiance and liberation.

“Get out,” you spat, the words a bitter indictment of the betrayal that now stained the fabric of your fractured relationship. He recoiled, a hand pressed to his stinging cheek, shock etched into every line of his face.

As he made his hasty exit, you remained rooted to the spot, grappling with the aftershocks of your outburst. Glass shattered against the door, a physical manifestation of the shattered fragments of your fractured relationship.

Alone amidst the debris, you collapsed to the floor, knees buckling beneath the weight of your anguish. Blood mingled with tears as you surrendered to the overwhelming tide of emotion, the cold embrace of exhaustion lulling you into an uneasy slumber.

And so you lay, battered and broken, the echoes of his accusations lingering in the recesses of your mind, a reminder of the fragile nature of trust and the devastating consequences of its betrayal. But amidst the wreckage of your shattered dreams, a flicker of hope remained a beacon of light in the darkest depths of despair. For in the crucible of adversity, you had discovered the strength to endure, the resilience to rise from the ashes of your shattered past and forge a future worthy of the love you so desperately sought.

Eddie seethed with a mixture of frustration and disbelief as he stepped into the familiar confines of his home in Hawkins. All he'd attempted was to apply logic, yet he was met with hostility. Perhaps "assault" was too strong a term, but it wasn't far from the truth. This marked the second occasion he'd been struck since returning home. Did he even still consider Hawkins home? The question gnawed at him as he pushed the door shut behind him, the weight of uncertainty settling heavily upon his shoulders.

Inside, the atmosphere was tense. Wayne sat at the worn wooden table, his hands folded neatly before him. The silence that enveloped the room hung heavier than usual, suffocating any hope of a casual greeting. Eddie's jaw tensed as he braced himself for the inevitable confrontation, his mind racing with a thousand unanswered questions.

"So... what went down between you two?" Wayne's voice cut through the oppressive silence like a knife, his gaze fixed intently on Eddie. Eddie couldn't help but admire his uncle's directness, even in moments like these.

"We argued, as we always do," Eddie began, his voice heavy with frustration. "She gave me the silent treatment for ages, and when she finally spoke, she blamed me for not knowing about the kid. So, I asked if the child was even mine, and she slapped me! Can you believe it?" His hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white against the strain as he recounted the altercation.

Wayne sighed heavily, rubbing a weary hand over his face. "You're being dense, Eddie," he said, his tone laced with exasperation. He knew Eddie was smarter than this. Yet here he was, behaving like a petulant child. "Of course, Willow is yours. All the signs point to it."

Eddie shot Wayne a withering glare, his frustration boiling over. How could his uncle trust her over him? Surely the reasonable man Wayne was would understand why Eddie preferred to err on the side of caution, especially with matters of the heart.

"Edward, the kid has your eyes and your hair. She looks exactly like you did as a child. I knew she was yours the moment I saw her."

The words hit Eddie like a ton of bricks, a sudden realization dawning on him. "You knew? When did she tell you?"

"She didn't have to. Edward Munson, that kid is your spitting image. When she visits, all she wants to do is listen to your tapes and hear you talk about your Caves and Lizards game."

"It's Dungeons and Dragons," Eddie corrected automatically, his mind racing to process this new information. "She's mine... isn't she?"

"Of course she is. Did you think she'd choose anyone but you?" Wayne's voice softened, a hint of warmth creeping into his tone as he reached out to reassure his nephew. He had seen it the moment she entered their lives. She and Eddie had an infatuation with each other. They loved each other from day one, and it took a child to make them realize it if they ever did admit it.

"Yeah... about that..." Eddie's voice trailed off, a pang of guilt gnawing at him. How could he have doubted her, doubted them? He'd never forget the look in her eyes, like everything had fallen into place for her that night. He knew because he felt the same way. Even now, he felt like his entire existence revolved around her. "I kind of hinted that I thought she might be with someone else."

Wayne's expression softened, a flicker of understanding passing between them. Eddie had always been quick to jump to conclusions, but his heart was in the right place. "You're something else," Wayne said, a hint of fondness tugging at the corners of his lips as he rose from his seat.

With that, Wayne pushed his chair back and headed to the bathroom, leaving Eddie to grapple with the weight of his own emotions. As he made his way to his room, a sense of unease settled over him. He had ruined everything he ever wanted, and the consequences of his actions weighed heavily on his mind.

To top it all off, he might have ruined any chance of seeing his daughter again. The thought hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the fragility of their newfound bond and the importance of trust in their relationship.

The echoes of the argument still reverberated in your mind, though two weeks had passed since the war within your… situation… erupted. Now, amidst the chaos of life, bigger things demand your attention. Today marked Willow's first day of school, a milestone overshadowed by the recent upheaval. Delaying it by a few days seemed necessary as she grappled with the revelation that the person she believed to be her sister was, in fact, her mother. It was a truth that unravelled a web of emotions, triggering one of the most monumental tantrums you had ever witnessed.

As you sat in the parking lot, the weight of recent events felt momentarily lifted by the simple joy of hearing Willow refer to you as her mom for the first time. The word, so longed for yet unexpected in its arrival, wrapped around your heart like a warm embrace. It was a validation of the bond you had worked tirelessly to forge, despite the obstacles and uncertainties that clouded your path.

"Mom... we should go." Willow's voice broke through the reverie, grounding you in the present moment. You couldn’t get past the significance of her words, even if she didn’t. Each syllable held a promise of newfound connection and acceptance for her and a promise that part of you was starting to slip away. It was a moment you had longed for, a moment that filled the void left by the turmoil of recent weeks.

With a sense of renewed purpose, you stepped out of the car, the cool breeze of the morning air brushing against your skin. Making your way around to Willow's side, you extended a hand to help her out, savouring the warmth of her small fingers intertwined with yours. The simple act of physical contact felt like a lifeline, a tangible reminder of the love that bound you together.

Pulling her into a tight embrace, you marvelled at how much she had grown in what felt like the blink of an eye. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of emotions, but in this moment, as you held your precious child close, everything else faded into insignificance. You couldn't help but lavish her with affection, doting on her every movement as if trying to make up for lost time.

"I know, I know. It's just you're so big now!" you exclaimed, your voice tinged with a mixture of pride and awe. Willow's smile mirrored your own, a reflection of the unconditional love that flowed between you. As you stood there, basking in the warmth of the morning sun, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together, bound by a love that was as resilient as it was unbreakable.

As she skipped beside you, her sparkly pink trainers lighting up with every step, you held her hand tightly. With each bounce, she seemed to carry a piece of the sun's brightness, infusing the world around you with an infectious energy that made everything seem more vibrant and alive. You wished you could bottle it, like her own brand of lightning in a jar. You were certain a joy like that could cure all ailments.

As you stepped into the building, a wave of familiar scents enveloped you, triggering a strange sense of nostalgia. The hallways exuded a peculiar blend of bleach, plasticine, and an elusive aroma that seemed to linger in every school corridor. It was a scent that stirred up memories, perhaps of apprehension, or maybe of anticipation, but most likely a concoction of both.

High school memories flooded your mind, and you couldn't help but think of her. You wondered how time would mould her, shaping her perspective of the world. If she retained even a fraction of the effervescent spirit she possessed now, you could easily picture her as a beacon of joy, radiating positivity and warmth wherever she went.

As you approached Willow's classroom door, a mix of emotions swirled within. Each step felt like a journey, leading inexorably to a new phase of life. The door creak seemed to underscore the weight of the moment as it swung open, revealing a space alive with the energy of youth. But amidst the chatter and colourful decor, a bittersweet truth lingered: this marked the beginning of the end of an era. Standing in the hallway, holding her tiny little hand, the gravity of the occasion settled like a heavy cloak. It was a poignant reminder that time marches on, carrying precious moments with it, even as it ushers in new beginnings.

“You ready to go in, sweetie? You want me to come in and help you get set up?”

“Wait!” 

Your head snapped up, startled by the rapid tempo of shoes striking the linoleum floor. As you turned, your heart leapt at the sight of the one person you least expected yet secretly yearned for. It was a paradoxical moment, where surprise collided with a silent prayer answered. Time seemed to stand still as you processed the unexpected encounter, each heartbeat echoing the tumultuous mix of emotions swirling within.

“I drove here as fast as I could. I… I had to see her.” 

His dishevelled appearance, with hair hastily scraped back and clothes seemingly inside out, hinted that he rushed here, disoriented maybe. The last thing you wanted was for Willow's first day to be marred by tears or confusion, so you hurriedly guided her inside, a silent observer from the doorway.

As Willow bounded towards a girl in a bright blue sweater, effortlessly engaging in her natural talent for making friends, you couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion. Yet, you remained silent, unable to meet his gaze without the weight of an unspoken intensity pressing against your chest.

It was a sensation that threatened to overwhelm you, leaving your eyes burning and your mouth dry. The urge to scream into the void, to release the pent-up emotions into the world, was almost palpable. But deep down, you knew that no amount of noise could articulate the complex feelings swirling within you.

“Why did you-” You couldn’t handle his questions, only holding up a hand to shut him up for a minute.

“You can see her from here. I can’t have her asking more questions just yet.” He didn’t have to deal with the fallout, he’s never had to deal with any of it. He just walked back in, fired around a bunch of accusations, and walked back out again. He’d never get to understand the pain that left you.

“I’m sorry for what I said. Please, just… just listen to me.”

“Will listening shut you up? Will it make everything go back to the way it was before you knew?” You choked on the end of your words, fighting back the tears that stung your eyes and threatened to fall.

“Just let me speak, and if after I'm finished, that's still what you want? Then we can try to go back to normal. But it’ll never be like it was before I knew, because I want to know her.”

You stood up and began walking away, hearing him follow close behind. You weren't in the mood to hear what he had to say, or how he felt he had some god-given right to see her after everything he had said and done. His presence grated on your nerves, each footstep amplifying your frustration.

“I want to know my daughter. Please.” 

His voice sounded almost like he was begging, pleading with you to change your mind, to hear him out. The desperation in his tone made you hesitate, hearing him call her his. It stirred something within you, and you stopped in your tracks. Turning around, you fixed him with a ferocious glare, your eyes burning with a mix of anger and pain. The intensity of your gaze was enough to make him falter, and for a moment, the hallway was filled with the heavy silence of unspoken emotions.

"So now you feel entitled to call her yours?" Now you get to believe me when I say that I’d never been with anyone but you? Why did you suddenly have a change of heart?

He continued walking towards you, slowing his pace as he noticed you stiffen when he got too close. It was as if he was handling a wounded bird, afraid that any sudden movement might cause you to flee and leave him behind once more. The only thing convincing him that you wouldn't run was the undeniable truth that your child was still here, and you would never leave her. The weight of this unspoken understanding hung heavily in the air, a silent tether binding you to the spot despite the turmoil within.

“I was a fool before. Wayne showed me that. Hell, I was more than a fool. I was an outright fuck up.” He stood there, holding his breath. You could almost hear his heart battering against his ribs from where you stood. As you turned around and met his gaze, a flicker of softness crept into your heart. You wanted to dash to your car, to escape home and hide until it was time to pick her up. But you knew it was impossible. For Christ's sake, he lived across the street. Eventually, you'd run into him again. The thought of the inevitable encounters made your shoulders sag with the weight of resignation, yet you stood your ground, steeling yourself for the confrontation that you knew was coming.

“That doesn’t answer my question. It just proves I was right. Why do you feel the right to call her your child when I was the one who had to endure hell for years?” 

You felt the tears fall, but made no move to wipe them away. A part of you was glad you didn’t when you felt his warm hand on your cheek, gently brushing them away with his thumb. He looked at you with that familiar expression—the one that had gotten you into this mess in the first place. It was a mix of tenderness and regret, a look that pierced through your defenses and made your heart ache. Despite everything, there was still a connection, a lingering trace of what once was, and it left you standing there, torn between the past and an uncertain future.

And it was goddamn working.

“I remembered it, just this morning.” 

He was staring through your soul with those eyes that could melt the ice-cold walls you’d built to keep yourself safe. He was the only person you had ever known who could make you feel secure, make you feel at home. In his gaze, you saw a depth of understanding and a silent plea for forgiveness, a reflection of the love that had once bound you together so tightly. Despite the pain and the years of separation, he still had the power to unravel your defenses, leaving you vulnerable yet inexplicably comforted in his presence.

“When I called you and the line went dead, I tried again and again to get through to you. Eventually, someone answered. It was your dad. He told me you didn’t want to talk to me ever again. Then I remembered something you said to me about a letter you wrote. I… I never got it.” 

The realization hit you like a freight train, surging through every vein in your body like an unstoppable force. It felt as though the tracks had suddenly given way beneath you, sending you hurtling into chaos. Yet, amidst the chaos, everything began to fall into place, like pieces of a puzzle that had eluded fitting together until this moment.

Memories flooded back—your father's abrupt phone call, the slammed receiver, the whispered conversations behind closed doors. And then, the return of your letter, marked with "return to sender." It all made sense now. The pieces of the puzzle, disjointed and scattered for so long, finally clicked into place, revealing a picture you had never dared to imagine.

A surge of conflicting emotions washed over you. Part of you wanted to cry and scream, to unleash the years of pent-up anger and frustration at the injustice of it all. You had wasted so much time hating him for what he did, resenting the world for the hand it had dealt you. But on the other hand, there was a profound sense of gratitude, a realization that despite the pain and heartache, his actions had led to the greatest gift you could have ever received.

In the midst of the turmoil, there was a glimmer of light—a beacon of love and joy that had emerged from the darkest corners of your past. Your child, the embodiment of a love you had never thought possible, had brought warmth and meaning into your life in ways you could never have imagined. And in that moment, as you grappled with the complexities of your emotions, you couldn't help but feel a sense of profound gratitude for the unexpected blessings that had emerged from the depths of your pain.

“I shouldn’t have said what I did when you told me that Willow was mine. I should’ve believed you. I always believe you.” He walked closer to you, till the tips of your shoes were touching, and you could feel his breath on your skin, the smell of nicotine engulfing you. “Maybe if I told you sooner that I…” You watched him catch his breath, watched him stop speaking for a moment. You had a blooming warm feeling in your chest, hoping what he was about to say was the same as what you’d been feeling for as long as you can remember.

“Say it, please. So that I can tell you the same thing.” 

You watched as a sparkle appeared behind his eyes, a joyous expression threatening to overtake his face. It made you want to grin against him too, want to smile stronger and wider than you’ve ever done before.

“Maybe if I told you sooner that I loved you, I could’ve made you stay. We could’ve raised her together. God, I love you, have loved you and will love you for my entire life. I don’t know why I didn’t say anything before now. I wish I had told you that night, the beautiful night that I have been obsessed with since you left.” His words were like poetry, music to your ears.

The fluorescent lights cast a soft glow over the empty high school hallway, the distant hum of the lights barely audible. After five long years apart, you stood facing each other near the lockers where you had shared countless memories as children yourself.

"I never stopped loving you," he confessed, his voice trembling slightly. "Not for a single moment."

Tears welled up in your eyes, your heart pounding in your chest. "I love you too," you whispered, your voice breaking. "I've always loved you."

For a moment, the two of you simply stared at each other, the weight of your mutual feelings hanging heavily in the air. Then, almost in unison, you took a step closer.

His other hand reached up to cup your cheek, his thumb gently brushing away the last stray tear. You leaned into his touch, your eyes fluttering closed as you savored the warmth and familiarity of his hand.

He tilted his head, closing the distance between the two of you. Your breaths mingled, and you could feel the heat radiating from his body. Then, your lips collided with his in a tender, lingering kiss, a kiss that spoke of years of longing and unspoken words.

It was soft at first, a gentle exploration, as if you were both afraid the moment would shatter. But then, the intensity grew, the kiss deepening as you poured all your pent-up emotions into it. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer, and you responded in kind, your hands tangling in his long, thick hair.

The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of love and passion. The cool metal of the lockers pressed against your back as they kissed, grounding you both in the reality of the moment. When you finally pulled apart, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other as you tried to catch their breath.

"I've missed you so much," you murmured, your voice barely more than a breath.

"And I you," he replied, his voice thick with emotion. "But we're together now, and I'm never letting you go again."

You smiled, your heart full, and kissed him once more, sealing the promise with a tender touch, the echoes of your love resonating through the silent hallway.

This, this was the life you deserved, the love you deserved, all along. This was what true love felt like, what it felt like to be loved. He was an intoxicating drug, and you knew that you were hooked for life.

You sat in the car together, catching him up on everything he’d missed while you were apart. Soon it felt like no time had passed at all, and that you were back to your old ways. Best friends, and now lovers.

You hadn’t realised that hours had passed until you saw the cute little bundle of joy bounding her way over in her pink light up sneakers. You saw a look on Eddies face, a beaming sight of joy.

“What is it? Are you okay?” You got a little worried, thinking maybe something was wrong.

“She… she’s wearing my old hellfire shirt. It was the first one I’d ever made. I didn’t want to waste a shirt my size, so I tried it on a child's one. Wayne, well, he must have sold it on or something.” You could now see that what that look in his eyes was. It was pride. Pride that his little girl was showing an interest in something that was uniquely his.

The grin stayed on his face even as she climbed into the car, throwing her arms around the seat to hug him, squealing his name in delight. It made your heart soar, like fireworks lighting up your whole world.

“So sweetie, how was your first day?” 

“I got a boyfriend named Sam!” 

You watched Eddie almost choke on his own breath, meanwhile you couldn’t help but break into a belly laugh, clutching your sides breathlessly.

“Well, guess I better meet this boy.” He turned to you, whispering gently. “Is it too much to sit on the porch with a shotgun?”

“Eddie! The kids probably five years old!”

“Hey! She’s my little girl, I gotta protect her from the big bad kindergartners of the world.” 

And that was it, that was how you’d go onto spend the rest of your lives. With a beautiful sunny glow surrounding you like heavenly light. 

The look of love would stay on his face forever, on your wedding day, on the day you brought a brother into the world for Willow. It was there always, and you just knew.

You knew that this was what it meant to be clean.

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And there we go! The final chapter is done after so damn long. I've been writing this fic for over a year and im so glad to finally have it be over. The amount of WIPs I've come up with since then has been enormous, but I've commited and didn't want to give up on this baby. So here it is, I hope you all enjoyed!

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[stevesxyellowxsweater]

First date with Eddie Munson would include...

Eddie arrives to pick you up about ten minutes late, he's so flustered and awkward he barely makes it out of his van before you are there.

He can't help but stammer, saying words you can hardly understand. But manage to pick up on words such as Cute, and beautiful.

He's the perfect gentleman opening the door for you and helping you inside, a small grin tugging on his lips as he closes the door once you're safe inside.

You watch him moving around to his door, giving himself a pep talk, you wish you could hear what he was saying but but you just smile watching him running his hand through his hair.

Once he is seated he finally apologises for being late, explaining that he couldn't find his keys, you help but note the worried look on his face that is far too adorable.

There isn't much talking as he drives, you can see he is white knuckling the wheel clearly nervous.

You bring up the subject of music to re and calm him down, it seemed to work as he's pretty relaxed by the time you reach your destination.

You're surprised to find he's taken you to an empty field, the sun is close to setting and for a brief moment you imagine a horror movie as he goes in the back of his van.

Pulling out a picnic he sets out the blanket and carefully lights a few camping lights so you can both see what you're doing.

As the sun goes away you sit and eat, and talk and just enjoy each others company.

Taking off his jacket, he wraps it around you as he sees you shivering in the Autumn weather.

Once the sun has set and the picnic is packed away, Eddie turns off the lights and you lie down together and look at the stars in the sky.

Eddie's hand finds yours as you star gaze, and neither of you are able to stop smiling as you do.

Once it gets too cold, you pack up and get into the van. Eddie's arms wrap around you and hold you close as he rubs your arms trying to warm you up.

This is the moment, the moment he looks at you and leans down and presses a kiss to your lips.

It's a soft slow kiss to begin with, one that makes you feel rather dizzy.

It isn't until the kiss deepens, that you felt like the air left your lungs.

Your session doesn't go past a little over the clothes touching, before you both break apart.

You drive home, hand in hand and smiles on your faces.

Eddie walks you to the door and kisses you Goodnight before going home with a pleased look on his face.

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[syddsatyrn]

Chapter 1⛤Chapter 2 ⛤ Chapter 3 ⛤ Chapter 4 ⛤ Chapter 5

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⛤Pairing: - Eddie Munson x FemReader

⛤Warnings: Swearing, drinking smoking, fluff, friends to lovers

⛤Words: 1.6k

⛤Song: "Photograph" By Def Leppard

⛤Summary: Moving away from Hawkins was the biggest mistake of your life. You left your best friends and forgot to stay in touch. Years later, you decide to hit up your good friend Steve. Its time to make a plan and make amends. The one thing you didn't expect was feelings to resurface when you saw your old highschool crush.

⛤Notes: This series is 18+ Minors scram. Special thanks to @hellfiremunsonn for being my sound board and fanfic support. You are an absolute unit! I have returned from the dead with a fluffy fanfic with a Sydd Satyrn twist. Enjoy!

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⛤Chapter One: Phone Call

It had to be the worst day you’ve had in a while. You were late to work and your boss scolded you. The cafe was so busy today, you had to skip lunch and your feet are killing you from all the rushing around and taking orders. You broke a plate in the cafe kitchen and accidentally cut your finger. You tripped trying to get to your car and scraped your knee, everything spilled out of your purse and you had to go through the embarrassing motions of picking everything up in public. Today was a total bust.

When you walked through the front door of your apartment, you breathed a sigh of sweet relief. You were not scheduled for tomorrow so at least you’ll get some time to relax. You notice your mom has already come over and dropped off a few boxes of your old high school stuff. She’s attempting to clean out the garage and says everything must go. It wasn't much but you still had to find the energy to go through it all.

After a much needed shower, you poured yourself a glass of wine and called in some Chinese takeout. It didn’t take long for you to devour half of the food in front of you. A reality show is playing on the television, you lean back and finish your glass of wine. The sun is starting to set, things are finally feeling peaceful.

That's when you notice the reflection on the TV screen. Those dusty old boxes staring at you piqued your curiosity once more. Despite your lack of energy, you really wanted to know what was in those boxes. After getting yourself another glass of wine and a pair of scissors, you grab the first box and set it on the coffee table. You opened the box and to your surprise, it was a bunch of your old Polaroid photos from high school.

You looked through each one, remembering each face like it was yesterday. There’s a photo of Steve and Robin at Starcourt mall. Oh and this one was from Prom when no one asked you out, you went with Nancy Wheeler, one of your close friends. You guys had the best night goofing off and dancing. Each photo was something special you left back in Hawkins.

After senior year, your parents got divorced and your mother ended up with everything. This meant saying goodbye to Hawkins and hello to Shelbyville. Has it really been that long? Since you saw your friends. At first, you visited and called but life just got in the way. Long hours at work, finishing school, and just surviving in general kind of took over. Maybe a dash of depression thrown in.

You pick up another one, it is a Polaroid of Eddie Munson passed out in your bed. You had such a huge crush on him in high school. He was so hot in a bad-boy kind of way. Eddie was kind of like your best friend though, there were many late movie nights at his trailer, and sleepovers while your parents were out of town.

You chuckled to yourself when you remembered that one time Eddie climbed through your window. Your parents heard something and came to check on you, you had to stuff him in the closet before you got caught. All these memories flood your mind and you start to tear up, feeling a little too nostalgic. You notice the phone number scrawled on the bottom of the Polaroid of Steve and Robin.

You know that number, you're pretty sure it's Steve's house phone number. You had to wonder what that man was up to these days. Is he still obsessed with his car and his hair? Did he finish high school like he wanted? You wondered if he and Nancy ever got back together. You sure miss your old hometown and all the trouble you and your crew got into.

You finish another glass of wine and look through some yearbooks, you giggle at old goofy messages written on the inside covers.

“You better visit or we will kidnap you! Miss you already” -Robin

“Don't change a bit, sweetheart.” -Eddie

“Keep your head up and Don't do anything stupid!” - Steve

“Love you so much! Call me!” -Nancy

You glance at the pile of photos on the coffee table, the Polaroid with the phone number is eating away at your ability to focus. The nostalgia clouded your brain or maybe it was the wine. Would they even want a phone call from you? Have they forgotten all about you? You brushed off all the self sabotaging thoughts and picked up the phone. You had no idea who would pick up but at least you had enough liquid courage to try.

"Hello, Harrington residence." Said the lady on the phone.

"Hey there Mrs. H, it's Y/N."

"Well oh my stars! We haven't seen you in ages! How are you, hun?" She asks politely, she's always been really nice to you.

"I'm good! I'm making good money, everything is rather ordinary in Shelbyville." You try not to sound depressed when you mention the last part.

"Good! And how is your mother? You tell her hello for me okay?"

"She's great! She's lost weight and her new boyfriend is pretty cool. I will tell her you said hello." You weren't one for small talk, but you humored her anyway.

"Oh goodness, I'm sure you're calling for Steve? He got a new apartment just a few months ago. I can give you the number."

"Oh, that would be great! Thank you!" You reply.

Mrs. Harrington gives you the number and you write it down on the back of some junk mail. You say your goodbyes and hang up. After a couple of deep breaths, you dialed the new number.

"Hello?"

"Steve?"

"....Y/N?" He sounds like he just got a phone call from a ghost.

"Yeah, it's me." You said, a little nervous.

"How the hell are you?! I haven't heard from you in what feels like forever." Steve's over excitement made you grin.

"I'm good! My mom brought over some boxes with my high school pictures in them. I was feeling nostalgic so I thought I'd call. How are you?" You ask, a lot of your worries fade away as you keep talking to him.

"I'm doing alright! I got an apartment with Eddie downtown. He does a lot of shows now so he's often out trying to live the rockstar life. I bought an old Camaro and fixed it up so it's all mine. Things are good."

"How is the rest of the gang?" You ask.

"Nancy went to college in Indianapolis, Robin works at the record store now. She lives just down the road. Eddie has been a little reclusive lately but I think overall he is fine." Steve sounded a little bummed about the Nancy part.

"Wow, sounds like you guys are staying busy. I wasn't sure if you'd still–" Steve cuts you off.

"You should totally come visit! You can stay here, and we can invite everyone. It will be like old times. What do you think?"

"I uhm…do you think everyone wants to see me?" You ask, unsure of your place in their lives since it's been so long. You honestly thought they would all be irritated with you.

"Are you kidding?? Dustin and I still talk about you all the time, Robin does too. But you know who I think misses you the most?" He says in a playful tone.

"Who?"

"Eddie." Steve chuckles.

"Why do you say that?"

"He still keeps one of your senior photos in his wallet." He has to be gossiping as usual.

"Still?!" You were genuinely shocked. There's no way, he has to be kidding.

"Yeah, he was pretty bummed when you moved. Poor guy. He was down bad."

"Shut uuuuup. He doesn't like me like that. Haha, we were just close friends." You try to brush off his words as nothing but nonsense. Steve is just implanting ideas in your brain.

"Close friends don't sleep in the same bed together." Steve snorts.

"Whatever Harrington." Your face gets a little red as you remember the many times you shared a bed with the brown haired misfit.

"So will you come stay? For a week?" He asks again, this time a little more desperate.

"Well…I do have some vacation days saved up…" You admit it would be fun. It sounds like they miss you and want to reconnect despite the time and distance.

"YES! This is gonna be so rad!" Steve is stoked.

You make a game plan with Steve, figuring out when would be a good week. You had to give your job enough notice to cover your shifts. Steve offered once again to give you a place to crash and you accepted. The final decision you both made was to keep this a secret from the others. It will be a surprise and everyone will "totally flip out" he says. You agree to stay silent and you say your goodbyes and hang up.

Then it dawned on you. You'll be staying at not just Steve's apartment, it's also Eddie's. You are bound to run into each other. You both are going to need some time to talk. It's no secret you miss him and can't wait to see him, but is he going to feel the same way about you? Does he still have feelings for you? Do You have feelings for him? Does he really still keep a picture of you in his wallet?

[candyflossfairy]

𝑚𝑟. 𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑛 (𝑒.𝑚. 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟)

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: Dad!Eddie x Teacher!Reader. It's that time of year for parent-teacher conferences, and you finally meet Ronnie's father, Mr. Munson.

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 18+ only, unprotected sex (p in v), slight choking, Jacobs Ladder piercings.

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 3.7k

𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠: Eddie manip by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple . My work for @newlips milestone of love!

Your first year of teaching was going by pretty well. The students were sweet, fun, and for the most part, they listened. Of course, sitting in a classroom all day was tough work for second graders, they got a little restless after lunch. You didn’t mind it, though. There was a lot of gift giving that made it all better. Notes, drawings, coloring book pages, apples, even one gave you a glass apple with the words World’s Best Teacher! on it that you kept on your desk. It was sweet, really. All of them were, in their own ways.

Even the ones that acted out more than others.

Like Lucy Carver who had a knack for acting like a princess and bribing others with lunch money to do classwork for her. 

Or her step-brother, Ronnie Munson, who would pick on his sister relentlessly and talk loudly in class for attention. You knew it was for attention, because you saw who picked up Lucy every day and who picked up Ronnie. He was missing out on some motherly love. You hated Chrissy Carver for that. There were days when she did pick him up, but most of the time it was Mr. Munson, or Wayne Munson, Ronnie’s great uncle that would pick him up. 

You hugged Ronnie a little tighter than the other kids. You made sure he did his classwork and helped him when he needed it because of it. Not to say you had a favorite, you just knew which kids needed an extra push. It was sad that at such a young age he felt like he wasn’t getting enough love from his mother, even if he didn’t know that’s what he was feeling.

He was a cute kid, too. Looked like a carbon copy of his dad—dark curls and chocolate eyes. It was better that way, you thought. When he was older he wouldn’t look in the mirror and see his mom staring back at him.

It was parent-teacher conference day. You were nervous for your first one, but your colleagues assured you that there wasn’t much to be nervous about. Some parents were dicks when it came to their child’s grades, but for the most part it was manageable. Plus you got a better insight on what parents helped their kids at home, and which ones left them to their devices.

“Lucy is doing great as far as her social skills. She’s developing them very well. She also has a talent for math—on the days she decides to do it.” You explained to Mr. and Mrs. Carver, “I think a little more encouragement from the two of you and she will be on top of her schoolwork more.” 

“So you’re saying it’s our fault?” Mr. Carver spat.

“Jason—” Mrs. Carver chastised.

“I’m not saying that at all, Mr. Carver.” You said calmly, giving him a smile, “But I do think restricting the amount of money you give to your child will keep her from paying others to do her schoolwork for her. She’s a very smart girl when she applies herself.” You continued.

“Thank you very much for your time. We will keep that in mind.” Mrs. Carver said, as they stood up. She picked up the progress report and the two of them stepped outside.

You sighed, pressing a hand to your face.

“I feel that way after interacting with them too,”

You shot up straight, a soft flush to your cheeks. 

“No, really, they can be pretty awful.” Mr. Munson stepped inside, shutting the classroom door behind him. 

“Is… Mrs. Carver not joining us?” You asked, clearing your throat as you shuffled your papers before looking for Ronnie’s. 

“Chrissy? Nah, she tries to forget that we both exist as much as she can.” Mr. Munson told you with a playful grin, as he grabbed a chair on the other side of your desk. He turned it around before sitting in it backwards, his legs spread widely and his crotch on display from the wide hole in the back of it.

You kept your eyes on his face, even though it was in your peripheral. Mr. Munson was attractive, covered in tattoos, a labret piercing above his chin, one in his eyebrow. He also had muscles that strained against his shirt from many days working at the mechanic shop in town. You hadn’t been there since you’d moved to Hawkins, but you did know he worked there.

Single mom’s talked about him quite often. He had a little bit of a reputation for fixing problems that they’d had. 

Not to mention, he was a bit older than you — not by that much. He was in his late 20s, you were in your mid, it wasn’t bad. 

You didn’t know why you were thinking about this. You were having a parent-teacher conference about his son. It had nothing to do with the fact that you hadn’t had sex since you’d moved here. It didn’t have to do with the fact that Mr. Munson was too sexy for his own good.

You swallowed, and looked down at Ronnie’s progress report.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” You responded. 

“Nah, no biggie. I’m more upset for Ronnie’s sake than my own. She’s been a bitch since she married Carver.” He shrugged.

You snorted a chuckle at that, trying to hide it. You’d seen how snooty she was, too. You couldn’t imagine her ever being any other way.

“It’s true. She used to be a sweet little thing. Loved me and our boy. Carver’s…persuasive. I’m just glad we split up before Ronnie could remember much. He doesn’t remember her like that. I think it makes it hurt less — sorry, didn’t mean to like — spill on you. Anyways, how’s Ronnie doing in class?” 

You swallowed back your thoughts. So, you’d been right. Mrs. Carver didn’t care for her son much. 

“He needs a little extra pushing from me from time to time. He does like to aggravate Lucy and awful lot and cause disruptions, but he’s been getting better since the school year first started.” You started off, looking over his progress report. You highlighted a few grades and slid the paper over to Mr. Munson.

“These zeros are homework assignments he never turned in. It’s not particularly hurting his overall grade, but if you can get him to do them, I’ll give him seventy-five percent credit for them. I know single parenting is much harder than it looks on the outside, so I’m willing to work with you, and him, to make sure he’s able to move up next year.” You smiled at him kindly.

“We appreciate that.” Mr. Munson nodded, looking at the report, “These aren’t hard assignments either, huh? I guess they just got lost in the fray of things.” He laughed, before his eyes flicked to you, “Though, it’ll be a shame that I don’t get to see your smiling face every morning after he moves up.” 

Your cheeks flared pink at that, and you brushed some hair behind your ear. You couldn’t tell if he was flirting or not, but… God, you hoped he was. 

“Well, I’ll still be here next year… so there’s no shame in dropping by to see me.” You smiled at him, folding your hands on your desk.

“No? Wouldn’t be weird if I… came by and saw you without my kid?” He asked, grinning back.

“Definitely not.” You hummed.

Mr. Munson looked at the time, before standing. “Our time slot is up.” He mused, turning the chair back around the right way. 

You bit your lip, before standing. “My last one ends at eight.” You said quickly.

“Oh? Did you…want me to come back?” His brows lifted.

You nodded.

“Alright, I’ll see you in an hour.”

“Thank you, Mr. Harrington. Goodnight.” You shut your door after your final meeting and bellowed a sigh, closing your eyes for a moment as you leaned back against the door. It had been a long day, and for the most part people hadn’t been awful, but there had been a select few who had been awful.

There was a soft knock on your door, and you opened it back up.

“Oh, Mr. Munson —” You had forgotten, so wrapped up in everything, you had forgotten he was going to come back. Your cheeks flushed again and you stepped aside to let him into your classroom. 

He kicked the door shut behind him, his hands shoved into the pockets of his leather jacket. “Did you not expect me to come back?” He asked, grinning a bit.

“No—it’s not that.” You laughed, “I just. You know.” You shrugged. “I’m glad you’re back.” You rubbed your arm nervously. 

“Yeah?” He chuckled, stepping closer to you, “And why’s that?” 

You were almost nose to nose with him. You could feel his breath fanning over your skin. You swallowed, thickly.

“Mr. Munson—” 

“You can call me Eddie.” He cut you off.

“Eddie—” You started, “Is Ronnie taken care of for the night?” You had to make sure.

“Took him to his great uncle Wayne’s. He loves it over there. He’s set.” He gently lifted a hand and brushed some of your hair back.

You wet your lips, and his eyes flicked down to them. 

“Why don’t we go back to my place?” He suggested, his hand gently resting on your jaw. He rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip and you couldn’t ignore the warmth that flooded between your legs at that. 

You nodded, numbly, and turned to gather your things. He watched you from afar as you placed all of your paperwork into a binder and shoved it, and your laptop, haphazardly into your school bag.

“Wanna meet me there, or ride with me?” He asked, winking at you.

“Either is fine.” You cleared your throat.

“You like motorcycles?” He chuckled. You raised your brows before nodding.

Fuck, that was hot. He had a motorcycle? He should just breed you now.

You let that thought wash over you as you followed him out of the school, stopping only to put your bag into your car before swallowing thickly as Eddie handed you a helmet.

“Safety first.” He winked at you, pulling his long hair up into a bun at the base of his neck. You tried to not think to hard about him putting his hair up to eat you out, but it wasn’t easy to ignore. 

You slipped the helmet on and clipped it into place. He straddled the motorcycle. 

“Alright, throw your leg over like I did and hold on tight.” He grinned at you.

“What happened to ‘safety first’?” You asked, raising a brow at the fact that he didn’t have a helmet on.

“For you, sweetheart. Not for me. I like to live dangerously.” He laughed loudly.

You shook your head in amusement as you took his hand, throwing your leg over the back of the bike. Surprisingly, you didn’t fall on your face or stumble, and settled into the seat behind him.

You wrapped your arms around his waist and held on tight.

He was warm, body toned. You couldn’t wait to see what it looked like naked.

He turned on the bike and kicked up the kickstand, revving the engine a few times before he took off out of the parking lot.

You couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up in you as he raced down the street. It had been a while since you’d done anything fun. Moving to Hawkins had been a bit of a poison to your social life — sure, you had the other teachers at Hawkins Elementary, but most of them were much older than you and had lived there their entire lives.

He pulled up to the only apartment complex in Hawkins; a newer building you had been told. They looked fairly nice from the outside, and you couldn’t wait to see the inside. 

Eddie pulled into a parking spot and kicked the stand back down, shutting the bike off. 

He helped you off of the bike and tilted his head towards the stairs in front of you. “Just up those.” He told you.

You followed him up to the second floor and he unlocked the door first door you came to, letting you in.

“Home sweet home. It’s not much, but it’s ours.” Eddie smiled, shrugging his jacket off. He hung it on a chair in the small dining area and stepped into the kitchen. 

“You like beer?” He asked.

“Yeah, a beer would be nice.” You nodded as you looked around.

The front area was a decent sized living room, connected to the small dining room that held a small round table with four chairs. The kitchen was connected to that. There was a short hallway right in front of you. You had to assume the bathroom and bedrooms were back that way.

“Here,” Eddie handed you the beer, popping his open before sitting on the couch. “Make yourself comfy.” He said, propping his boots on the edge of a beat up coffee table.

You followed his suit, sitting next to him on the couch. You crossed one leg over the other, popping your beer open.

You took a sip. It was cheap, but it would take the edge off of whatever nerves you were feeling.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, just quietly sipping from your beers. It wasn’t awkward persae, it was just… different? You both knew what you were here for, so you weren’t sure why he was playing worlds best host.

You just wanted him to fuck you already.

You downed your beer in the next second, placing it on the coffee table.

“Woah, want another one?” Eddie asked.

“No,” You said, and feeling a spur of confidence, you uncrossed your legs and threw one over his lap, straddling his legs.

He smirked up at you, letting his legs fall from the coffee table. 

“Hi,” He said, learning around you to put his beer down.

“Hi,” You responded, smiling down at him.

His hands gently rested on your waist, pinkies on each side pushing up your shirt to feel your skin. 

You reached forward, and brushed his hair off of his shoulder. 

“Kissing, or no?” You asked, your voice a soft whisper.

“Why wouldn’t I want kissing?” He chuckled.

You shrugged. “Some guys think it’s too intimate.” 

His brow furrowed. “Sex is intimate.” He laughed.

You shared a smile with him before leaning in to kiss him. His lips were softer than you had expected, the stubble on his lip scratching your skin softly. You didn’t mind it, really. He was…so fucking hot.

He nipped your lip softly, and you parted them for him, allowing his tongue to invade your mouth. He tasted like beer, and cigarettes. You didn’t mind it as much as you thought. However, maybe it was because it was him. 

You brushed the thoughts from your mind, biting at his bottom lip, your teeth lightly clanking against the piercing there. 

Tattooed hands pushed up the sides of your shirt, fingers squeezing your sides, pinkies slipping beneath the waistband of your pants. You could feel them toying with the edge of your underwear, too. 

You broke the kiss for a breath, panting softly as his mouth made its way to your neck.

“No hickies.” You said quickly, “I don’t need the kids asking questions.”

Eddie chuckled against your skin. 

“Bedroom?” He asked, nipping softly at your pulsepoint.

You nodded; and up you went. He had lifted you like you were nothing and he carried you down the hallway. He dropped you on the bed and pulled his shirt off, displaying more tattooed skin. He climbed onto the bed, pressing a knee between your legs as his hand cupped the top of your head, his elbow resting near your shoulder as he kissed you, his entire body covering yours.

You moaned into his mouth as his knee rubbed against your mound. You reached between you to press your hand against his half-hard cock in his jeans. He responded with a soft groan.

You stayed like that for a long while, teasing each other, him with his knee and you with your hand, your lips never leaving one anothers. 

It had almost became a game. See who would last the longest before they asked to go further.

You were losing. Your hips were guiding themselves up against your will, rubbing your clothed pussy against his thigh. You weren’t getting much friction from this, but what you were getting was making you soaking wet.

You popped the button of his jeans open, and reached past his boxers as a concession. He had won.

You gasped at what you felt in his pants, breaking the kiss.

“What?” He asked, his voice deep and husky as he continued to rub his knee against you.

“You’re—”

“Yeah, I know.” He chuckled, leaning down to kiss at your neck again. 

He hooked his fingers in your shirt and you lifted up to let him pull it off, still a little in shock at what you felt.

His hands were then working at your pants, unzipping them and dragging them, and your panties off in one fell swoop.

His pants were next to go, and you were both naked, but—

Your eyes met his cock. It was large, the tip red and wet with precum… Your fingers gently brushed across the bottom of the shaft. Nestled there in a row were five bars. He had his cock pierced.

You swallowed thickly, wondering what it felt like for those piercings to be inside you. Especially with how big he was.

“Doesn’t hurt — at least no one’s complained.” He chuckled, “And it’s been fully healed for a few years, so nothing to worry about on my end.” 

“You did them all at the same time?” You asked, a little shocked.

“Yeah, hurt like hell. But looks fuckin’ hot, don’t it?” He grinned.

You nodded.

He grasped himself in his hand and slapped it against your pussy, making your insides clench tightly. With his other hand he spread your lips and started tapping again, this time against your clit. Your legs jolted softly with each tap, your lips parted in a soft moan.

“Damn, you’re so fuckin’ wet.” He sighed, rubbing his cock against you. “You on the pill?” 

“Yeah,” You nodded.

“Good.” 

Neither one of you needed for you to get pregnant right now. That was unsaid between you.

He tapped your pussy a few more times, before lining himself up and pushing in.

Your back arched, a low moan leaving you. Your eyes fluttered and your head tipped back.

“That’s it… that’a’girl…take it.” He sighed into the warm air between you. 

“Fuck, Mr. Munson..” You moaned.

He laughed softly. “You like callin’ me that? Alright, honey. We can pretend I’m a lot older than you. Bet you flick that pretty little clit of yours at home thinkin’ bout me and the other dads, hm?”

Your cheeks flushed, but you nodded. There was just something so fucking hot about fathers to you. You wanted to have someone like that in your life. Someone to raise kids with you. 

“Say it.” He grunted, as he pressed fully into you.

“Ah—! I touch myself thinking about you!” You gasped, your legs circling tightly around his waist.

That’s not how he wanted it, though. He grabbed you tightly by your thighs and wrenched your legs up until they were on his shoulders. He scooted closer to you so that your hips were angled up.

Now, now he was impossibly deeper.

You moaned helplessly, grasping at the sheets.

“You got a pretty little cunt here for me. Soaking wet and tight, mmm…” He sighed, pulling out and thrusting back in. 

He found a medium pace that you both seemed to like for now, his hand sliding up your thigh and squeezing. 

“You like being choked, baby?” He asked breathily, his free hand brushing up your chest.

You nodded, your lips parted. You couldn’t make words come out right now, you were fucking gone.

His fingers circled around your throat, fingers pressing into your pulse point. Your back arched higher, your head tipping back as you moaned out.

“Fuck, you’re a sweet little thing..” He groaned, speeding up his pace.

“Mr. Munson—!” You whined out, his cock pressing over and over into that spongey spot inside of you.

“Yeah, baby. Say it.” He chuckled.

There was something so inherently dirty about this, even though it was all legal. It was probably because you taught his son at school, really. You couldn’t think about it now, not with his cock pressing into your gspot, and his piercings rubbing up against your walls with every thrust.

“Mr. Munson!” You moaned out again, your hips lifting higher with every thrust. 

You could feel your orgasm growing, the heat in your belly getting hotter and hotter until the rubber band snapped, your cunt clamping down on his cock and spasming as you cried out helplessly. 

He released your throat, his thrusts never stopping. He groaned, and a few moments later he was pulling out and spilling his seed on your belly.

You were both panting heavily as he dropped onto the bed next to you. 

You laid there in silence for a long while, your insides burning from overuse. It had been a while since you’d been fucked, especially by such a thick cock.

Fuck if you didn’t feel good, though.

“Here,” Eddie said, leaning over to grab you a few tissues.

“Thanks.” You hummed, sitting up slightly to clean the cum off of your belly. You tossed them into the trashcan nearby as Eddie stepped across the hallway into what you now knew was the bathroom.

You waited for him to finish cleaning up before you went in yourself, relieving your bladder and cleaning up. 

When you came back into the room, Eddie had laid out a shirt for you on the bed.

“You can stay over. Wayne is supposed to take Ronnie to school, so he shouldn’t be here in the morning.” He said, smiling.

You nodded, pulling his shirt on before climbing into the bed.

Eddie flicked off the lights before climbing in after you, his arm wrapping around you waist. He pulled you close, your back flush against his chest.

You felt safe that night, and got the best rest you’d had since you moved to Hawkins.

The next morning you were awoken by the front door slamming loudly.

“Daddy!” 

Oh, shit.

[drabblesofsmut]

Eddie Munson | +18

Requests are open

Warning: face sitting.

★★★

“you sure about this?” you asked him.

“yes, baby, please” he begged, “just do it”, he caressed your naked body, from your waist to your ass, squeezing it a bit.

“but, what if I hurt you?”

“you won't” he shook his head. “if I wanna stop I'll double tap your leg, okay?”. You thought a little and then agreed.

“okay, let's do it”you said and he smiled. He took you by the waist and got you off his lap so he could lie down.

You straddled his face, not going down on him yet. You were getting closer to his face slowly, but his anxious ass couldn't wait any longer so he raised his head and leaked your pussy, taking a moan out of you and making your legs shake and go weak.

His hands gripped your ass and pulled you down to his face. Burying himself into your cunt. Licking and sucking your clit. You were sat in Eddie's face, not thinking about your worries any more.

Rocking your hips on his mouth, Eddie's hands squeezing your ass. He was basically making out with your pussy, moaning onto it to send vibrations through you.

“eddie, fuck!” you cried out, feeling your body drowned in pleasure. Tear trying to run down your cheeks.

You definitely are going to do this more often.

[eddieismissing]

WHEN I GET HOME YOU’RE SO DEAD!

part one. || part two. || part three.

(based on the song when i get home youre so dead by mayday parade)

after your argument with eddie about your infidelity, things were still unclear. but your boyfriend still loved you, after all he had saved you from that man in the ally of his favorite dingy bar. (not before publicly humiliating both you and his bestfriend during his performance of a new original song). steve unwillingly brought you both back to eddie's trailer after your boyfriend demanded him to.. and now he finally had you alone. let chaos ensue. 3K+ words.

rockstar!eddie munson x reader. steve harrington. steddie x reader, (if you squint).

warnings: 18+, angst, fighting, infidelity, crying, dark content, choking, dirty talk, teasing, degradation, markings, obsessive behavior, violence, rockstar!eddie, p in v, breeding, hair pulling, slapping, biting, dom!eddie, dark!eddie, mean!eddie, rough stuff, seriously this is gonna be angsty, aftercare, misunderstandings, subspace, dom drop, soft!eddie, fluff & aftercare, two idiots in love, solving conflict, and things I'm sure I missed.

this is a wip, part three coming very soon! (edit: it’s posted!)

SMUT DIRECTLY UNDER THE CUT. NO MINORS PLEASE. 18+.

The car came to a quick stop. The tires of Steve’s car rolled on the hard gravel that mapped out Eddie’s lot in the trailer park. Your boyfriend still had you pinned underneath him in the back seat. Rough denim jeans against your skin ignited heat in your chest as his hips moved rhythmically into you. The relief you received from him against you was intoxicating, reminding you of the many times you’ve danced with him like this before. It was always loving and caring, rough when Eddie knew you needed him to clear your mind. You hoped he would clear your mind, because this time there were unanswered questions. Problems you know wouldn’t just be solved with him taking control and causing you to unravel for him. This time you both knew it was going to be different. A puzzle of emotions laid out between you two.

You hadn’t been under him like this in awhile due to your argument that led you into making bad decisions. Both of you hadn’t been able to peel back the skin of humiliation you had experienced for the past two weeks. The dream that had caused this was still lingering in the back of your mind. It was a wound that was still fresh. His reaction to your dream still stung, but it was easily forgettable as he worked against you. He held the remedy to your injury in his hands. His words. His movements. He was more kind to you than normal, but his harsh bites and tugs were laced with something strange. Your fingers played with the hem of his shirt, but you longed to place a finger on what was really bothering him.

You getting Steve involved in this situation must’ve driven Eddie up the wall. Writing that song about you and then performing it was reliving for him. You couldn’t be mad for the harsh words and digs that he wrote throughout his melodies. It was his way of expressing himself, and his feelings. You had to accept that. Especially after you had expressed your feelings with Steve. You and Eddie had been joined at the hip for as long as any of your friends could remember, so why couldn’t this have been resolved before you got to this point? The fighting was all so messy, so unexpected, so pointless. But the relief you both craved for answers and solutions was drowning in desire instead. Eddie was never good at being vulnerable without his songs and you were never good at making decisions. 

Eddie’s hips continued to work against yours roughly as he reached for the car’s door handle to make an exit. You couldn’t help yourself as your bottom lip pinched between your teeth while he surged forward. His free hand reached down to grip your hip to keep you still, his actions demanded you to be still. You could tell he didn’t want you to have any form of control after how much you had hurt him. His touch was burning as his warm fingers pushed you harder into the cushion with a growl. 

“Don’t you dare fucking move.”

A small whimper left your throat against your will as you heard the door pop open. Eddie glanced down at you with a knowing smirk. 

“Got you excited? You’re so eager for me aren’t you, sweetheart?” He said in a low whisper. His hot breath fanning against your cheeks made you blush a light pink.

Steve sighed in the front seat, reminding you he was there, “Alright, Ed’s let’s wrap this up.” 

Eddie pulled away from you and grunted, “can’t you just shut up?” Eddie barked.

He grabbed your cheek and pushed your face into the backseat cushion as he spoke to his best friend. Your face was flat on the expensive leather that dressed the back seat and was sticky from the heat that radiated off of you and Eddie. You let out a cry as the muscles in your neck turned abruptly. Eddie quickly shot his eyes at you when the subtle sound you made stirred his stomach. His eyes were scarily dark as he watched you. You couldn’t help but lift your hands and paw at him to get the loving glassy look back in his eyes. Instead, he laughed at you. You looked pitiful like this. 

You could tell Eddie was proud of his work already with the satisfaction dressed all over his face. He easily was able to get you so worked up with a few dirty words and some aggressive movements. He leaned down to lick your cheek grossly, he let his tongue hang out of his mouth as he gazed down at you. A line of spit connected his tongue to your cheek.

“Open that pretty mouth up for me.” He didn’t give you a chance to obey as he pulled you mouth open winder with his index finger and middle. Steve watched in the rear view mirror.

You moaned as Eddie’s fingers played with your throat softly. His index finger toyed with the heat of your mouth as he watched you swirl your tongue around his middle. He groaned. Eddie’s touch got harsher when you sucked him in with hollowed cheeks, your lips reaching all the way down to the hilt of one of his sparkly rings. His eyes bored into yours as he watched his jewelry sparkle with your spit. The deep black color of his pupils that swallowed his irises in the darkness of Steve’s backseat was a good reminder that he was hurt, and he was just getting started. Your heart started to beat faster. He was going to ruin you when he finally had you alone. His hand that was on your hip gripped you tighter as he watched your eyes gloss over in realization. Tonight was going to be exhausting for the both of you, physically and mentality.

When Eddie moved his touch away from your lips, you released him with a pop. Your mouth stayed open willingly. He smiled lovingly when your tongue softly fell from your lips begging him for more of a taste. Your taste buds danced with a metallic taste from the dried blood on his knuckles and a bit of sweetness from whatever he had been drinking at the bar. The flavor was evidence of him saving you from that man in the alleyway earlier, but it was also comforting and safe. Nostalgic of all of your memories shared together.

Eddie was everything you wanted and more compared to Steve. You couldn’t even remember how Steve felt against your lips when your thoughts were consumed with Eddie. Your mind and senses were sent into overdrive as you tried to compose yourself enough to hear your boyfriend's next command or question. Just trying to have enough brainpower to answer him when he spoke to you was damning when you felt this lightheaded.

It was so hard to focus. His fingers gently played with your swollen bottom lip and he laughed at you as you tried to suck him back in. He quickly gripped your throat to keep you from squirming. The pitiful whimpers that spilled from his new hand placement only seemed to edge him on. Your throat was warmed up and worked open from the previous intrusion of his big fingers, but he wasn’t going to give you something to keep your mind cloudy and occupied. He’d keep you on edge all night. You tried taking a deep breath, closing your lips in a tight line to steady your breathing while his hand soaked in your spit tightened around your throat. 

Eddie didn’t like that. He raised up slightly, and leaned back. Holding his body weight up with his knee and abandoning you. His hand that once held a vice grip on your hip was suddenly in your line of vision. He smacked you on your cheek with a harsh slap and you cried out at the pain. He smiled devilishly.

“No. None of that. If I tell you to open your mouth for me, you keep it open. I'm gonna be taking every last breath from you.”

Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, you immediately opened your mouth up for him again, scared of what might happen if you disobeyed him in any way tonight. He shushed you as you winced at his gentle kisses on your cheeks. They were sure to be a little red by now. 

“Oh, baby… did I scare you? Shhh… m’sorry sweet girl. You're such a good girl for me.” Eddie leaned down to kiss your tears from your cheeks. Eddie hummed, loosening the grip he had on your throat.

“Don’t you think… I deserve it?” he kissed you again, “after everything you put me through?” he huffed.

“I’m not gonna be gentle with you tonight, we both know that.. and you’re already soooo needy baby… all because of me?” He chuckled deeply. “I wish you could see how miserable you look, all dumb for me with your mouth open wide…” 

Suddenly he was leaning closer and Eddie’s wet hot saliva was dripping into your throat, some landing on your cheek. You swallowed. He smirked as he cooed at you. His hand reached up to the spit on your cheek and spread his mark over your face messily. The taste of liquor and cigarettes filled your senses once again. He removed his hands from you and pushed open the door further. Chills went down your spine at his messy attitude, but it was partly caused by the cold air that rushed over you as the heat of Steve’s car rushed to escape out of the crack in the door. You clung to Eddie, trying to absorb his warmth. Your ankles crossed behind his back and your arms reached for purchase around his neck. They tightly landed against the back of his slick leather jacket.  

His body weight fell onto you at your motions, he let out a gruff and a laugh to mock your desperations. The sweet sound was laced with love. That was the first sign he still cared. He matched your eagerness as he pulled you to him by the small of your back and forced your legs to latch onto his hips tighter. He felt you shiver from the cold and began kissing you on your collarbone and neck to keep you warm. His tongue was soft and pillowy in comparison to his harsh biting. He dug his hips further into you to lift you up on his lap so he could slip out of the car. Your body followed him. You sat on his thighs and faced each other.

Eddie bushed your hair out of your face gently as you fit into his lap perfectly. He blushed before pausing to admire your features. He was so proud of how your eyebrows furrowed softly. You looked so precious with your swollen pink lips and blown out eyes. Eddie stared at you. 

“You’re still the prettiest girl I have ever seen. You know that? don't you, baby?” he whispered.

You silently nodded. He smiled dreamily. He knew your head was already light and spacy for him. Eddie grabbed your chin and pushed your head to the side, giving himself more access to your throat. He slowly kissed up the colom of your neck in gentle kisses. When he reached the spot that made you melt he nipped you with his sharp canines. 

“Eddie, ‘m sorry. i- i just don’t know..” you hiccupped, “do- don’t know what i was thinking, baby.” 

He giggled into your shoulder while listening to you intently. Your voice was set in a higher octave. He trailed his hot tongue from your collarbone to your neck. When he reached the shell of your ear, to accept your apology, his voice was gruff. 

“Oh yeah?” he clicked his tongue and let out a breathy laugh, “but.. sweetheart” he paused. “You fucked up bad, didn’t you?” he pulled away as his eyes softened on you. He could see your eye’s filling with more tears.

“Admit it for me. I almost got you out of that head of yours hmm? it’s okay, I've got you.. you don’t have to think about anything else but me… and I know I messed up too, pretty baby.” Eddie confessed to calm you.

“I’m gonna fix this attitude. I’ll fix this little problem you’re having thinking I don’t love you. I’m gonna show you just how much..” he kissed you gently before pulling away again. “...i love you.”

“I love you, Eddie.” You whimpered, he smiled at you before diving back into your soft neck. 

“Mmmhm. Like i said, I promise I’ll try being gentle, but I don’t think you really deserve it. Do you?” he questioned, testing your limits, wanting to know how far he could push this before he broke you.. and if you would be willing to take it. take him.

Steve groaned at his best friend's words. He sat stone cold in the front seat continuing to watch the two of you in the rear view. Steve knew this was going to be one of the last times that you were ever in Steve’s presence. Steve would be lucky if Eddie ever let you be within 20 feet of him again, and he was overly surprised Eddie even saved him from that fight in the alleyway. Eddie would’ve left him to teach him a good life lesson if you weren’t involved, but Steve’s thoughts on the whole situation didn’t stop him from speaking up again,   

“Can you guys hurry this up?” Steve spoke with his hands, pointing to Eddie’s trailer.

“A room is literally 10 feet away. At most.” He cried. 

The words Steve spoke engulfed Eddie in anger. He smirked sarcastically, clicking his tongue against his teeth. Eddie’s eyes met Steve's in the rear view as he pulled you closer. Eddie shuffled forward while he turned his attention to Steve. Eddie’s hand wrapped his hand around your throat tightly to keep your eyes on him. You whined and Steve rolled his eyes at the metalhead. Your head got lighter and the boys could see your arousal dripping from you. That's exactly what Eddie wanted. He was desperate to have you back in his arms. In his possession. You weren’t Steve’s, nor would you ever be. Deep down he knew that, but he wanted him to see it. 

Your tantrum was only caused because you thought he didn’t care about your little dream. Eddie hummed while his hand remained on your throat pushing down even harder. His grip was bruising. Your pulse was beating against his finger tips, but he paid no mind to you. All you could focus on was him as his eyes turned sharp. They watched Steve’s expressions darkly as he spoke to you. The way his head turned exposed his neck over you. It glistened with sweat in the dark lighting that flooded the car’s backseat. 

“Hear that baby? Hmm? Your little toy doesn’t wanna play with you anymore..” he snapped. “It’s not like he could really handle you anyways, you someone who will treat you like the slut you are. A doll like you needs to be properly played with.. don’t you?” 

He felt you try to nod at him while he watched Steve. His focus was back to you suddenly. Eddie’s hand moved swiftly from your throat to in the air. He smacked your cheek with an open palm. Both you and Steve jumped at the smacking sound. Your tears spilled out of your eyes from the sensations running through your body. He moved to get fully out of the car. His big boots thudded against the gravel as he lifted you out and kept you tightly to him with his strength. 

“Dumb whore. Words. You know I need your words.” he snapped. 

you whined, “..mhm.. only you know wh-what i like, m’promise.. only you take care of me.” was all you could choke out.  

His voice was deep and dark compared to your needy cries. You could feel the desire Eddie oozed to fuck you silly as he ignored Steve yelling to be careful with you as he adjusted you in his arms. He made sure he gripped your thighs hard enough to leave marks. You heard him kick the car door shut. He let out a breathy chuckle as you flinched at the noise. Eddie kissed you hungry as Steve’s car slowly backed out of the driveway. His feet carried the both of you to his trailer. Both of your eyes soft as you rubbed his cheek with your cold hand and gazed into each others eyes.

“I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry.. Eddie.” you sighed. You felt him walk up the stairs as his knees brushed against you. His hand reached into his pocket to grab his keys and he fiddled with the door knob before he spoke again. 

“You fucking better be.” he whispered before the door opened with a soft click.

His big palm rested on the small of your back as he pushed you against him. Like a magnet your legs tightened around his small waist so he could adjust you in his arms. Eddie kicked the car door closed behind him as he walked into the empty trailer. The brief walk to his house felt so long. The cold of the air outside made your skin prickle in chills, you shirt was still somewhere in steve’s car. Inside you looked at him slowly, resting your hands on his hot cheeks. He recoiled slightly, as if your cold hands burned his already hot face. You couldn’t tell if he was angry with you or if the liquor from earlier in the evening was the cause of his body heat increasing. A part of you hoped that it was you that was causing him to blush warmly. He paused as you rubbed the pad of your thumb under his eyes. A silent offer to dry his invisible tears.

“Will you ever learn to forgive me? If I apologized and told you that it’s always been you… wo.. would you believe me?” you whispered.

A look of shame danced across Eddie’s face, “Sweetheart, I know it’s always been me doll.. and listen..” Eddie sighed as he sat on the couch.

You sat politely on his lap, not wanting to put your entire weight on him. Eddie grabbed your hips and pushed you harshly against him. You yelped as your thighs split further apart to make room for him. He hummed in satisfaction.

His eyes were glassy as he spoke, your hands danced down his chest now, “I believe you and I forgive you.. but you’re gonna tell me exactly what you did with Steve in that bathroom, baby.. and you’re going to be good for me. If you disrespect me tonight more than you already have then we're going to have bigger issues.”

Eyes widened, you looked at Eddie in surprise, “You want me to do.. ed… Steve and I.. it was just a kiss.. just a kiss.” you cried. 

Eddie’s grip tightened on your waist, “..if it was just a kiss, show me.. how did you kiss him.. hm?” he raised your chin with one of his fingers so you would meet his gaze. 

“I- I don’t wanna think about Steve while i'm trying to make this up to you..” you reasoned with him. He let out a groan, “I don’t give a fuck what you wanna think about, if i demand you to show me.. you. show. me.” 

Your soft hands danced up and down your boyfriend's chest, “We.. we started like this.” You fingers continued to trace his chest. “He had his hands on me, and he was..” Suddenly eddie’s hands traced small circles on your hips. “and he put his hand on my neck.. he was gentle.” 

Eddie laughed. His fingers hovered over your hips until they were tracing your spine, when his hand met the back of your neck he gripped you hard. The muscles in your body tensed. Eddie could feel your pulse in his palm. You winced and he pulled you back slightly so he could move you anyway he wanted to.

“Of course Stevie treats you like your glass when i'm not around… he knows i'm the only one allowed to break you huh, sweetheart?”

All you could choke out was a strangled, “mh-hm.” Your boyfriend released you and tucked some of your hair behind your ear before he traced your hips again, “and what happened next?”

“..w-well we kissed.” you answered.

Eddie didn’t like that, and he was tired of repeating himself. His features turned sharp. He lifted you off of him and brought you to your feet. His frame towered over you and made you feel so small. As he crowded your space he walked forwards, you couldn’t help but flinch away from him until your back was met with the wall. Lifting both of his hands above your head, he placed his palms flat on the surface. Both of his forearms caged you in as his hot breath fanned on your face. He looked so sexy like this. 

“Do you not understand what I meant by show me? Are you to fucked out to understand my demands, pretty baby?” he paused, his eyes watching your lips part.

“You have no idea what I have planned tonight. Thought about it all last week.. couldn’t wait to see you.” he took a deep breath as if he was inhaling the fear that oozed off of your body. “I'm going to break you, like you broke me.. I cried for days, over one stupid fucking kiss.” He whined. 

“Now.. kiss me.. kiss me like you kissed him.” 

fin.

my masterlist. || part three.

[lilmisshellfireswritingblog]

Last Christmas

A/N: This was inspired by a video my husband sent to me where this kid just starts screaming while performing a hymn or something and I just had to write it. Also, I wanted to try my hand at a Christmas fic because I was feeling dad!Eddie and mom!reader. This takes place in the Lavender Haze universe, many years after the events in London but honestly, it could be a stand alone too. This is purely self indulgent, a procrastination tool,  and fluff around the fireplace sort of thing so, this isn’t necessarily edited or beta read. This is just for fun and to scratch an itch I had in my brain.  Warnings: dad!eddie, mom!reader, four year old child, happy christmas, fluff, christmas songs, Last Christmas, school concert, established marriage (spoilers for The Lavender Haze universe but come on, you knew it was bound to happen; I like happy endings). Word Count: 5K Summary: Eddie and reader attend their son’s Christmas school concert only to find out that he is 100% Eddie’s child. Eddie also asks the reader an important question.

December 2001

The house was alive with the hum of holiday cheer, the soft glow of Christmas lights twinkling in the living room, and the smell of cinnamon and pine from the tree. Eddie was crouched down, trying to wrestle Halen into his tiny red sweater vest, the one with little reindeer on it that he loved (and, of course, insisted on wearing for every “special occasion” now).

“Buddy, please,” Eddie said, tugging gently at the sleeve of the vest on his son. “I swear, this thing was way bigger last year.”

Halen, who was currently wiggling on the floor with the speed of a tornado, let out a loud, indignant noise. “It’s itchy!”

“It’s a Christmas sweater, Halen,” Eddie said, ruffling his hair. “They’re supposed to be itchy. It’s part of the magic.”

You were standing by the front door, checking the time on your watch as you grabbed your jacket. “Eddie, please don’t make it worse,” you said, giving him a pointed look. “We’ll be late for the concert if you don’t get him dressed—”

“I’m trying!” Eddie interjected with mock indignation. “But this tiny human is currently the most squirmy person I know.”

“Daddy, I want to wear my truck shirt,” Halen said, now lying flat on the floor, kicking his legs in protest.

Eddie sighed dramatically. “You’ve worn the truck shirt for three days straight, kid. People are going to think you’ve got a thing for construction vehicles and that we don’t do the laundry.”

“I do!” Halen shot back, his little face scrunched up. “Trucks are my favorite!”

You chuckled, walking over and crouching down to his level. “Alright, buddy,” you said gently. “How about this? You wear the reindeer sweater just for the concert, and then when we get home, we’ll let you change into your truck shirt for the rest of the evening. Deal?”

Halen looked at you for a long moment, considering the offer. “Promise?” he asked, his voice serious.

“I promise,” you replied with a smile. “But only if you let Daddy finish getting you dressed.”

Halen gave a dramatic sigh but relented, finally allowing Eddie to finish pulling the sweater vest down over his head. The second it was on, he stood up, brushing himself off like he had just completed a mission. “I’m ready!”

Eddie grinned, pushing himself to his feet. “Look at that. All that for nothing. You’re a handsome little man, Halen.”

Halen puffed out his chest proudly, clearly pleased with the compliment. “I look like a reindeer!” he declared, staring down at his vest.

You smiled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “You look perfect,” you said, walking over to the coat rack to grab your son’s jacket. Eddie had already slid into his favorite leather coat—something he always wore, even in the hot LA summers. It was a little worn now, but it still fit him like a glove.

“You ready to go, love?” Eddie asked, moving toward the front door. You could see the excitement on his face. He might act like he was always cool and collected, but you knew the truth—he was as excited about this concert as you were. He never got tired of seeing Halen’s face light up when he performed or when he was a part of something that made him feel like a star.

“Yep,” you said, grabbing Halen’s little coat and helping him slip it on. “Let’s make sure we’re on time for our star’s big debut.”

“I’m not a star,” Halen said, shaking his head seriously. “I’m just a reindeer!”

You laughed, giving him a hug before standing up and adjusting your own coat. “A very special reindeer, then.”

Eddie grabbed his keys from the kitchen counter, his eyes flicking to the living room where the Christmas tree stood, the soft golden glow of the lights flickering as a faint song played in the background. You both had spent the last few days decorating the tree together as a family—Halen had insisted on hanging a disproportionate amount of ornaments on the lower branches, making the tree look like it was about to tip over, but you didn’t mind. It was perfect.

With the keys in hand, Eddie took a step toward the door, holding it open for you. “After the concert, we should grab some hot cocoa and drive around the neighborhood to look at Christmas lights. What do you think, kiddo?”

Halen nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! And we can listen to jingle bells in the car! Really loud!”

“Of course,” you said with a smile, glancing at Eddie. “We’ll make it a full holiday evening. We can stop by the bakery after and get those gingerbread cookies you love, too.”

Halen bounced on the spot, his little legs practically vibrating with excitement. “Yay!” he cheered. “I’m gonna eat all the cookies!”

“I bet you will,” Eddie said with a wink, looking over at you as you grabbed your purse. “And I’ll probably eat my weight in gingerbread too.”

“You’re a big kid at heart, Munson,” you teased, slipping on your boots as you turned toward the door.

“Hey, I’m proud of my gingerbread-eating abilities.” He shot you a playful grin. “Someone’s gotta set the example for Halen here.”

As you all walked out of the house the excitement in the air was palpable. Halen was bouncing ahead of you, practically skipping down the front steps with the energy of a Christmas elf. Eddie had his arm around your shoulders, and you leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his presence.

The neighborhood was already alive with holiday lights making everything feel like a scene from a holiday movie as Eddie drove down the road to head to Halen’s pre-school. The Christmas concert at Halen’s school was a small thing, just a few kids singing and playing instruments, but to you and Eddie, it was everything. Every moment spent together—every small tradition you were building as a family—was something to cherish.

Both you and Eddie were determined to give Halen a good family. 

“I can’t believe our little guy is old enough to be in this,” you said softly, your eyes drifting over to Eddie.

Eddie’s smile was soft, and there was a hint of pride in his eyes. “I know. Feels like just yesterday we were teaching him how to walk.”

You both laughed as you followed Halen down the sidewalk, his voice calling out to you from the doors of his school. He was jumping up and down, holding onto the handle of the door as he tried to get both you and Eddie to hurry up. 

“I’m ready, Daddy! I’m ready to sing!”

“We’re coming, buddy!” Eddie shouted, his grin spreading. “Don’t steal the spotlight just yet!”

The school gymnasium was buzzing with the kind of excited energy you could only find at a Christmas concert. The walls were decked out in glittering tinsel and paper snowflakes, the floor crowded with families from the preschool, all eagerly awaiting the performance. There was a soft murmur of chatter as parents shifted in their seats, some holding up cameras, some glancing at the clock.

You and Eddie were front and center, perched on the edge of your seats, trying not to show how ridiculously excited you were. The stage was small but brightly lit, with a dozen little kids lined up, their tiny faces barely visible over the top of the risers.

Right in the middle of the group, was Halen. His little red sweater with the reindeer on it was pulled tight, his brown curly hair sticking up a little from the excitement. His tiny hands were clasped in front of him like he was ready to take on the world. He kept bouncing on his toes, practically vibrating with energy, his bright eyes scanning the crowd—he was ready. You could tell.

Eddie leaned over to you, grinning. “This is it. Our little rockstar is about to make his debut. I swear, this kid’s got more stage presence than I ever did.”

You laughed, reaching out and giving his hand a quick squeeze. “I can already tell. He’s been practicing that loud voice of his for weeks.”

“Oh yeah,” Eddie said, shaking his head. “I can already feel my eardrums vibrating.”

The teacher at the front, her smile sweet but a little frazzled from the chaos of wrangling small children, raised her hands and signaled the start of the song. The band of elementary school musicians behind the kids started playing softly—Jingle Bells, classic, cheerful. The kids opened their mouths to sing, their voices soft and sweet as they harmonized. It was adorable, pure holiday magic, every parent in the room smiling fondly at their little performers.

And then… there was Halen.

As the music swelled, his eyes suddenly went wide. His little hands, which had been clasped so carefully in front of him, shot out to the sides like he was preparing to dive into a guitar solo. His body swayed, his chest puffed out, and then—

“YEEEEEEAAAAHHHHH!!!” Halen screamed, the shrill, guttural scream of a metal vocalist who’d just discovered his inner power chord.

The other kids, still trying their best to sing the simple, happy words of Jingle Bells, froze for a moment, their eyes darting to Halen. His voice pierced through the crowd like a sonic boom, all gravelly and full of unrestrained excitement. His little face was scrunched up in what could only be described as a metalhead’s version of pure ecstasy.

You and Eddie froze, eyes wide in disbelief, but then—then you both burst out laughing. It was like someone had hit play on a live concert video of a tiny rockstar performing at a packed stadium.

“JINGLE BELLS, JINGLE BELLS, JINGLE ALL THE WAAAYYYY!!!!” Halen screamed, his arms wide and his voice growing louder, as though he was singing in front of thousands of fans at a Metallica concert. His tiny body was practically vibrating with excitement, his face red from the effort of belting out his “solo.” The rest of the class tried to keep going, but at this point, Halen was clearly the star of the show.

Eddie was shaking his head, biting his lip to keep from laughing too loudly, but you could hear the amusement in his voice. “Well, you can say he’s a Munson.”

You covered your mouth to stifle your laughter, glancing at the parents around you, most of whom were staring in stunned silence. A few parents behind you whispered, “Did… did he just scream like that?”

Some of the other kids were looking at Halen like he’d just summoned a demon, but the teacher, still smiling awkwardly, tried to keep the song going, raising her hands as though she were conducting a frantic orchestra. Halen didn’t seem to notice—he was too busy throwing his head back, his little legs bouncing in rhythm with his screeching.

“OH, WHAT FUN IT IS TO RIIIIDE IN A ONE-HORSE OPEN SLEEEEIGHHHH!!!” Halen screamed again, his voice somehow even louder, more intense than before. It was full-on death metal now, and you were absolutely dying with laughter, trying to keep it together.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Eddie whispered, wiping a tear from his eye. “Our kid just turned Jingle Bells into a metal anthem.”

You looked at him, shaking your head. “I can’t even. But he’s so into it.”

“I love this kid,” Eddie said, grinning from ear to ear. “He’s a natural. Maybe I should ask him to join Corroded Coffin.”

Just as the song reached its “Jingle Bells” chorus, Halen screamed again, this time with what could only be described as a powerful thrash metal growl: “JIIIIINGLE BEEEELLS, JIIIIINGLE BEEEELLS, JIIIIINGLE ALL THE WAAAAAAAYYYYY!!!!”

The other kids finally gave up trying to continue the song. A couple of them giggled nervously, one of them still trying to hold up their sheet music, but Halen was in his element now, fully headbanging to an imaginary guitar riff, his hair flying everywhere. It was pure chaos. It was glorious. 

It was metal. And he looked just like his father. That alone made your heart swell.

When the song finally ended, there was a brief moment of stunned silence from the audience. The teacher tried to maintain some composure, raising her hands and giving an awkward clap as she led the kids offstage. 

And then—after a long beat—the entire gymnasium burst into applause. It wasn’t just the usual polite clapping. No, this was full-blown, uncontrollable laughter mixed with sincere applause for Halen’s wild rendition of a Christmas classic.

As the kids filed offstage, Halen came running down to you and Eddie, his little face glowing, still riding high from his impromptu metal concert. His eyes locked onto yours, his excitement palpable.

“Did you hear me, Mom? Dad? Did you hear how loud I was?! I’m like a rockstar!”

Eddie couldn’t contain his grin, reaching down to scoop Halen up into a big hug. “Buddy, you were amazing,” he said, laughing. “You absolutely shredded that performance.”

“I told you I could scream like you!” Halen said, beaming. “I was like you at a concert, Dad! I even did the growl!”

You wrapped your arms around them both, laughing. “Halen, you were incredible. Maybe you’ll start your own band or join your Daddy’s. Metal Christmas music could be the next big thing.”

“I’m so proud of you,” Eddie said, looking at Halen like he had just witnessed the birth of a legend. “Who knew Jingle Bells could sound so intense?”

“Right?” You said, smiling at your tiny rockstar. “Our little metalhead. The concert was supposed to be cute, but you turned it into something else.”

Halen grinned and looked up at his dad. “Maybe next time, we can do Rudolph in a growl. And you can play your guitar, Daddy!”

Eddie’s grin widened, and he threw an arm around you and Halen. “Next Christmas, kid. Next Christmas. We’ll make it metal.”

----

Returning home, the house was warm and cozy - the kind of warmth that wrapped around you like a favorite blanket, and the scent of gingerbread cookies filled the air. Christmas lights twinkled on the tree in the corner of the living room, and soft holiday music played in the background, adding to the cozy atmosphere.

You were sitting on the couch with a plate of gingerbread cookies, still smiling at the chaos that had been Halen’s Christmas concert. A couple of bites in and you were already feeling like you had no regrets about the sugar high you’d promised yourself you'd indulge in tonight. The house was quiet for a brief moment—until you heard it.

From the kitchen, Eddie’s voice, low and warm, carried through the air: “Last Christmas, I gave you my heart…” His guitar strummed the first few chords of the song, each note crisp and clear.

You looked up just in time to see Eddie sitting on the kitchen counter, his guitar in hand, grinning like a kid on Christmas morning. Halen was sitting on the floor in front of him, his little face bright with excitement. He had one hand holding his toy guitar—an electric one just like his dad’s of course—and he was strumming along as best as his tiny hands could manage.

“But the very next day, you gave it awayyyy...” Eddie continued to sing, his voice a little huskier than usual, but full of affection for the tiny audience in front of him. Halen, his eyes wide and totally caught up in the magic of the moment, attempted to mimic the words, his voice high-pitched and off-key in the most adorable way possible.

“This year, to save me from tears...” Eddie sang, his hand on Halen’s back, gently guiding him to follow along. “I’ll give it to someone special.”

“SOMEEEEONE SPECIAL!” Halen yelled, suddenly abandoning any attempt at the melody in favor of his own dramatic rendition, flailing his arms as if he were about to stage-dive into an invisible crowd.

You couldn’t help but laugh. The scene was like something out of a holiday movie, but real and chaotic and perfect.

“Alright, alright,” Eddie said, laughing and shaking his head. “Let’s try it again. Nice and easy, kiddo. Sometimes songs aren’t so loud and we have to save our growls for special effects.”

Halen nodded enthusiastically, then whispered to himself as if giving himself a pep talk: “Nice and easy. Got it.”

Eddie gently picked up his guitar, playing a soft riff to ease into the next verse. “Okay, little rockstar, we got this. Last Christmas...”

Halen, taking it a little more seriously this time, squinted at his father’s fingers as he strummed, and then joined in, matching Eddie’s effort to follow the lyrics—at least the first part. But it was still full of his usual Halen flair.

“I gave you my heart...” Halen sang, a bit out of tune but with such earnestness it made your heart swell.

“But the very next day...” Eddie sang along, smiling at his son, his voice blending with Halen’s as they laughed their way through the chorus.

You, still sitting on the couch with your plate of cookies, leaned back and closed your eyes for a moment, just letting the sound of your two favorite people fill the room. Eddie’s deep voice, Halen’s bright, enthusiastic one, and the soft strum of his guitar—it felt like the perfect version of Christmas, the one you’d always dreamed of, full of laughter, love, and the occasional chaotic moment that made it even more special.

Halen, a little distracted now by his own excitement, stood up and started dancing around in circles. “And I’ll give it to someone special...” he belted, twirling in place as if he were on a stage of his own. His toy guitar banged against his knee with every spin but he didn’t seem to care. He was on top of the world, and he was going to sing—loudly—while he was at it.

Eddie gave him an affectionate look and strummed a little louder, picking up the tempo. “There we go! You’re a rockstar, buddy!”

Halen gave a little triumphant shout. “I’m a rockstar!!”

“And what do rockstars do?” Eddie asked, raising an eyebrow, giving Halen the chance to answer.

“SING, DAD!” Halen shouted back, grinning from ear to ear.

You set your gingerbread cookies down on the coffee table, leaning back against the cushions and watching the scene unfold in front of you, utterly content. “You two are unbelievable,” you said, smiling. “I don’t know whether I should be clapping or covering my ears.”

Halen stopped dancing for a moment, looking at you seriously. “You can clap, Mom. I’m a rockstar. It’s what you do for rockstars.”

Eddie looked at you with an exaggerated nod. “You heard him, babe. We’ve got a rockstar in the house.”

You chuckled, reaching for a cookie. “Oh, I know. It’s hard to miss both of my rockstars.”

You watched as Halen took his little toy guitar and pretended to tune it like Eddie did with his own. He looked so serious doing it, poking at the knobs with intense concentration.

“So, uh, what’s next in your set, Halen?” you asked, biting into a gingerbread cookie.

Halen gave you a confident thumbs-up. “I got this,” he said seriously. “Now it’s time for Jingle Bells!” He launched back into the chorus of the classic song, adding his own “WOOO!!” at the end as he spun around the living room like a maniac.

Eddie chuckled and strummed along, singing with his son. “Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way...” he sang, his voice smooth and warm, totally in sync with Halen’s chaotic energy.

The two of them were in their own little world now, the rest of the house melting away. You leaned back against the couch, watching them, savoring your gingerbread cookies, feeling the warmth of the holiday around you. The laughter, the music, and the overwhelming joy of having your family together—it was everything.

A few moments later, Eddie paused, his hand resting gently on Halen’s shoulder. “Alright, kiddo, last verse. You ready?” he asked, his voice playful.

Halen nodded fiercely, his eyes wide. “Ready! Let’s do this, Dad!”

You let them finish the song, their voices filling the room as they belted out the last few lines. When the song ended, Halen, breathless from all the dancing and singing, ran to you with a giant grin.

“I’m the best rockstar, right, Mom?” he asked, his face flushed with excitement. “But not better than daddy.”

“You sure are, kiddo,” you said, pulling him into a big hug. “You were amazing. Maybe even better than daddy.”

Eddie grinned from behind his guitar. “Next year, we’ll have a full concert, with actual backup dancers. We can invite Uncle Gareth over too. What do you think, Halen?”

“I’m in!” Halen shouted, throwing his little arms up in the air. “I’m ready to rock!”

“Okay but little rockstars have a bedtime and that’s now.” You say, giving your son a small kiss on the forehead. “We’re leaving to visit Grandpa Wayne tomorrow for Christmas Eve dinner so you should save your voice for him!”

“You’re right! I think he’ll want to hear Silent Night.” Halen contemplates but then pouts as Eddie scoops him off the ground to carry him to his room. “Hey! I was still trying to decide on a setlist for tomorrow.” 

“Real rock stars sleep on a good set list, buddy. Let’s get you ready for bed.” Eddie rustles his son’s hair, soon disappearing into his bedroom. “And while I get our future star ready, maybe mommy can write down some options for some songs.” 

“Yeah, okay sure.” You sigh, shaking your head before biting into another cookie.

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The house was wrapped in the quiet stillness that only came after a long, fun-filled day. Halen had finally drifted off to sleep, exhausted from the excitement of the Christmas concert and the festive chaos that had followed. You could still hear the soft hum of holiday music in the background, and the Christmas lights twinkled softly across the room, casting a warm, gentle glow.

You were curled up on the couch, a plate of half-eaten gingerbread cookies beside you, savoring the peace of the moment. Eddie had just finished playing his guitar in the living room, humming sweet little melodies. Now, he sat across from you, kicking back with his feet up on the coffee table, his eyes following the flicker of the fire in the fireplace.

It was one of those rare moments when the world felt like it was slowing down—a precious space between the chaos of life and the peace that only came with being fully present. You smiled contentedly, leaning back against the couch, when Eddie’s voice cut through the silence.

“You ever think about having another kid?” he asked, his tone casual but laced with something deeper. “I do. A lot, really.”

You blinked, momentarily taken aback by the question. You set your gingerbread cookie down on the plate, the sudden shift in conversation pulling you from your cozy reverie.

“Wait, what?” you said, a small laugh escaping your lips. “Are you serious? Halen is already such a handful. I don’t know if having another Munson minion running around here would be the wisest idea, Eds.”

Eddie chuckled, shifting in his seat to face you more directly. “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. You know, Halen’s four and I’m starting to wonder what it’d be like having another little one around.”

You leaned forward, your heart skipping a beat. The idea had crossed your mind before, but you hadn’t really brought it up, unsure of where Eddie stood. Hearing him speak so casually about it stirred something inside you. You glanced at him, trying to process what he was saying.

“You’re starting to sound like Harrington. Should I be concerned that you deep down want an entire brood of Munsons?” You joke, smiling at the ground. “I’m not having six kids.”

“I mean,” Eddie continued, rubbing the back of his neck, “we’ve got Halen, our amazing little guy, right? And don’t get me wrong, I love the rhythm we’ve got with Halen. We've done good with him. But I don’t know… I guess I’ve been feeling like it’s not done yet. Like we’ve got room and more love for more. More chaos, more mess, more love. I just… I love being a dad and I never thought I’d even be a dad, nonetheless a good dad.”

You smiled, that familiar warmth in your chest expanding. Eddie’s words, though simple, resonated with you. You could see it in his eyes—this quiet, earnest desire for more. Maybe it wasn’t just about having another baby. It was about expanding their world, growing their family, and embracing the next chapter together.

“You’ve really been thinking about this, huh?” you asked, your voice soft as you leaned back again, looking at him with a mixture of surprise and affection.

“Yeah,” Eddie said with a slow nod, his gaze steady but gentle. “I mean, Halen’s getting older, right? He’s independent now, and it’s amazing, but… I don’t know. I just can’t shake the feeling that I want to go through that baby stage again. The late-night feedings, the little giggles, the first steps…The newborn scrunch… The way you looked pregnant. I kind of miss all that.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “You’re crazy. You’re talking about dirty diapers and sleepless nights again, you know? I know it's been four years but, I remember how grumpy you were at three AM when Halen woke up every single night.”

Eddie smiled, a little sheepishly. “I know. I know it’s gonna be a lot but I think I’m ready for it. Ready for us to be ready for it. We’ve got a good thing going, you and me. Halen’s gonna be the best big brother. I think we could handle it.”

You sat there in the quiet for a few seconds, the weight of his words settling in your mind. Eddie had always been the kind of person who dived headfirst into things, whether it was a new band or a new idea. But this? This felt different. This felt like a deep, heartfelt desire to grow the family, to build more memories with the people he loved most.

You smiled, feeling that familiar warmth bubble up inside you. “I guess you’re right,” you said, your voice soft and thoughtful. “I think Halen would love being a big brother. He’s already so good with little kids. Thanksgiving at the Harrington’s proved that.”

Eddie’s face lit up at that, and he leaned forward, his excitement palpable. “Exactly! He’d be the best big brother. Can you imagine him showing a little sibling how to play ‘air guitar’ when they’re old enough? Or even them performing metal versions of the cheesiest Christmas songs for us?"

You laughed, shaking your head. “I can already see it. The next Munson family band. Halen’s gonna be the frontman and the baby can be the drummer.”

Eddie grinned, the idea clearly sparking something playful in him. “Hell yeah. We can start ‘em young. Who knows, maybe they’ll be the next Metallica if we play our cards right.”

His grin softened, his voice took on a more sincere tone. “But really, though, I just want to have more of these moments. You, me, Halen—our little family. I think we could make room for another. We can convert the office into the baby’s room and we can store all the office shit at the shop…”

You couldn’t help but feel a little teary-eyed at the thought. It wasn’t just about the baby—it was about the life you and Eddie had built together. The house, the music, the laughter, the tiny moments that made up your days. You didn’t know what the future held but you did know that with Eddie by your side, anything was possible.

“You're awfully persuasive, Eds,” you said, your voice soft but sure. “I’m a little nervous, but I think… I want more of this—more of us. Halen being the big brother…more of you being the best father to your kids….”

Eddie’s eyes softened, his smile genuine and full of affection. He reached over, taking your hand in his. “We’ll figure it out, babe. We always do. One day at a time. But… if we do have another baby, it’ll just mean we get to experience all the best parts of this crazy life again.”

You squeezed his hand, your heart full. “I think we’d be amazing at it. All of it. Just like we are with Halen.”

Eddie’s grin widened, and he leaned in, kissing you softly on the forehead. “I’m glad you’re with me on this.”

You leaned back into the couch, the weight of the decision settling in but feeling lighter than you expected. You and Eddie had already built so much together, and the thought of building a little more—a little bigger—with him, filled you with a sense of excitement.

After all, if anyone could handle the chaos, the noise, the mess of another kid, fake dating, it was you and Eddie. Together, you were unstoppable.

“Okay, okay,” you said, your voice full of love. “Let’s do it.”

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𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐈.

𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭

𝐀 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 [𝟏𝟖+, 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐨𝟑].

𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐞

𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞—𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫 [𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐨𝟑].

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐭

𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐠. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝟔 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 [𝟏𝟖+, 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐨𝟑].

𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 [𝐀 𝐆𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐔𝐬]

𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞’𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐞 [𝟏𝟖+, 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐨𝟑].

𝐎𝐡, 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲… 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 [𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐨𝟑].

𝐎𝐡, 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲… 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲… 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬… 𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞 [𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐨𝟑].

𝐎𝐡, 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲… 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲… 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥… 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐢𝐧𝐚’𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 [𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐨𝟑].

𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞

𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐧𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐲?

𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧.

𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜

𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐦 𝐕𝐞𝐬𝐭

𝐈𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞’𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐦 𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭 [𝟏𝟖+].

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐞.

[barefoothighlander]

2 minutes till midnight (18+)

summary: Eddie plans to make your birthday unforgettable

eddie munson x virgin fem!reader

warnings: mdni (18+), smut, unprotected pinv, oral (fem rec), loss of virginity, slight corruption

"Five minutes to go" You're sitting in the passenger seat of his van, the warmth inside making a fog settle on the windows, you're boiling with excitement, practically jumping out of your seat.

"I have something for you," He says, a grin on his face, you tilt your head in question, "Well, two things actually"

Your smile grows wider, "But you have to wait till midnight" He taunts

You frown, your head falling back against your headrest as he laughs lightly, "Only two minutes"

"Too long"

"Needy girl"

You turn to him, gazing at him with doe eyes, his tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip, glancing towards the time on his watch.

"Close enough"

You smile, leaning forward in your seat, he reaches behind him, pulling out a white box and a small gift-wrapped object, handing you the decorated package first.

"What is it?"

"That question defeats the purpose of the paper"

You roll your eyes, fingers tearing at the paper, your eyes grow wide at the sight of a cassette,

"How did you? This doesn't come out for another week."

"Guy at the store owed me"

You furrow your brows in question,

"Do you like it?"

"It's perfect, thank you" You lean forward and plant a kiss on his lips, pulling back to slide the tape into the receiver on the dashboard, turning the volume up slightly.

"One more thing, close your eyes"

You do as he says, squeezing your eyes shut as a smile creeps on your face, you hear him shuffle slightly, his lighter clicking a few times.

"Okay, open"

He's holding a small cake, words scattered on the top in semi-legible writing, a mess of candles poking out from the top, he glances at the time.

"Make a wish"

You think for a second, eyes locking with his as you move forward to blow out the candles, the scent filling the area as he smiles.

"What'd you wish for?"

"If I tell you it won't happen"

"C'mon you know that's bullshit"

You bite your lower lip, heat rising to your skin, you're nervous under his stare.

"I wished" You stumble over your words, his gaze doesn't falter, "I wished that I wouldn't be a virgin on my birthday"

Your heart races, he just stares at you, he doesn't say anything and you feel your skin sweat. You're about to run away in embarrassment before he leans forward, closing the gap between you two and kisses you, his hand settling at the back of your head as his lips press into yours. He pulls back slightly,

"Are you sure?"

You nod,

"Use your words doll"

"Yes, need you so bad" Your skin flushes pink as he practically throws himself into the back of the van, throwing down a blanket he kept in the rear, you follow behind him, chasing his kiss as his arms snake around your waist.

His fingers roam your body, pawing at your skin,

"Tell me if anything is too much"

"Okay"

Your fingers rake through his hair as his hands lift his shirt from his chest, moving back to grip your waist, carefully laying you back, his hips slot against yours, you let out a small whimper at the feeling of his hardening length pressing into your thigh.

His hands move under your top, bunching it at your collarbone before you help him remove it,

"So beautiful" His words come through kisses, he moves down, trailing his kisses over your bare chest, his hands kneading at your breasts as you elicit a sigh.

He moves further down, his breath ghosting over the hem of your pants, he looks up at you, you nod in silent permission. His fingers work at the button of your jeans, you lift your hips to help him slide them off, your arousal pooling in your core.

He leaves wet kisses over your inner thigh before his face settles in front of your weeping sex, you take a deep breath, your eyes on him as he pushes his tongue out, licking a stripe through your folds, you clench your thighs around his head, his hands gently moving to open your legs for him. He snakes a hand up your stomach, laying his palm flat so you can take it, threading your fingers through his as you squeeze the digits.

His tongue flicks over your clit causing you to squeeze your eyes shut, your heels digging into the floor of the van, your free hand moves to tangle in his hair, tugging lightly at his roots causing him to grunt, the vibration going straight to your core adding to your arousal.

He's circling your bud while his fingers tease at your entrance, gathering some of your slick before he pushes in slowly, you let out a moan at the intrusion, your pussy clenching around his fingers.

"So tight baby, gonna have to work you open a little"

You arch into him as he pumps his fingers into you, curving them to hit your sweet spot, he sucks your clit into his mouth and you tug harder at his roots, the action making him hum around your bud.

"Please Eddie, so close"

He speeds up his pace a little, fingers pushing into quicker as his tongue flicks over your sensitive clit, he's groaning into your pussy as you feel the coil inside you stretch, threatening to snap.

"Shit baby, taste so good, want you to cum for me"

You squeeze his hand with a deadly grip, strings of moans falling from your open mouth as the coil inside you snaps, your orgasm taking over your body as you writhe under his grip, he removes his fingers, his tongue moving lower to lap at your slick, cleaning every drop as you ground yourself.

“Eddie” You whimper

“What do you need angel?”

“Need to feel you, please” You chest is heavy as you stare at him with doe eyes, he sits back on his calves, undoing his belt and pants before sliding them off, crawling over your form. He grinds his length lightly against you, a sigh escaping your lips from the contact, you’re overwhelmed by the state of him, his lips pink, his hairs a mess, all you can smell is him, his presence drowning out the sound of the music playing.

He braces his elbows next to your head, his mouth connecting with yours, his tongue prods between your lips as you open allowing him in, the kiss is feverish, your breath heavy as you melt into him.

He pulls back resting his forehead on yours,

“You ready?”

“Yes, please” Your hands roam his bare skin as he lines himself up, your breath hitched as he pushes the tip in. The stretch burns, your pussy swallowing him as you clench down,

“Shit, you’re so tight, so perfect”

He bottoms out with a grunt, the feeling making you scrunch your brows,

“God you’re squeezing me angel, gonna mould this little pussy to my cock” He waits a moment for you to adjust, “S’that what you want, you want me to ruin this little pussy?” He pulls back slightly, dragging his tip along your walls as you moan,

“Please Eddie, need you so bad”

He thrusts into you, his breath shaky,

“Don’t think I’m gonna be able to stop baby”

“Don’t, fuck, please don’t stop”

He looks at your face, your mouth open as you stare at him with hooded eyes, his list envelops him as he starts pumping into you, his hands grabbing your thighs to pull them around his waist.

He swallows your moans with his kisses, the windows of the van now fully fogged from the heat between you two, all you can feel is him, stretching you out, his breathy moans fill your ears.

His hand moves to trace over your clit, rolling the bud between his fingers, you clench down on him, the action adding kindling to the fire that’s burning inside you.

“Need to feel you cum on my cock baby”

He grunts in your ear, his noises shooting straight to your core as he leaves wet kisses on your neck, you arch into him, his cock driving deeper into you as his fingers press into your clit, the calloused pads giving just the right amount of friction that it has you seeing stars.

“Cum for me baby”

And you do, the fire in your abdomen consumes you as every nerve in your body ignites, your nails digging into the skin of his back as you come apart underneath him,

“Fuck, feel so good, so wet for me”

You’re a mess of moans and whimpers as you come down, your eyes locked on his as you ride out your orgasm.

“M’not gonna last long baby”

You can’t form words, your eyes conveying enough to him as he pumps into harder, his hands digging into your waist sure to leave marks as he chases his high. His hair sticks to his forehead in a thin layer of sweet, the chain around his neck swaying above you as your hands roam his chest, nails scratching over his tattoos.

He pulls out of you, you whimper lightly at the loss and his hand shifts to his length, pumping a few times before he shoot’s ropes of cum over your stomach, painting the skin in his spend. He finished with a grunt, milking his cock for every drop as he tries to catch his breath, rolling over onto his side to grab something to clean you with.

He settles on his shirt, gently wiping your stomach before snaking his arms around you, pulling you into him, he leans down to kiss you, it’s softer this time, full of love.

You trace patterns over his tattoos, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles over your skin,

“Are you alright?”

“Perfect” You smile at him, he mirrors your action, leaning down for another kiss before nestling his face against your shoulder, soft lips meeting the skin of your neck.

“Happy birthday angel”

[losingmygrasponreality]

Ok, imagine this:

you and Eddie got into a major fight one night

you’ve been curled up in a ball on your bed for hours crying, wondering if yelling at him “ITS OVER!” was the best call…

you listen to the phone ring over n over every hour with Eddie attempting to reach you; tries to leave a voicemail but you answer and hang up before he can

It’s POURING outside, occasional thunder, matching your mood

all of a sudden you hear a faint yelling of your name “what the hell is that?? it’s almost midnight?”

look out the window to find Eddie ..

he’s standing in the pouring rain, soaked. his all black attire n battle vest sticking to his skin. his long beautiful curls drenched sticking to his forehead.

he should be upset with how today ended but he’s almost looking at your silhouette in the window with desire? just smirking at you. you’re nervous now.

ends in intense make up sex in the rain outside against his van? Ending in the back of the van-

SOMEONE GIVE ME THIS IN BEAUTIFUL WRITING PLZ

Okay bye I need to take a cold shower