Pairing: Medieval Bard!Eddie Munson x Princess!Reader
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“I did it, Princess. I won. I fought for your heart and I won. Now we can finally be together. You and me. I can court you now.”
He pants, trying to catch his breath after the duel- grasping onto your hand as he held it to his chest. Refusing to let go. Looking at you with love in his eyes. Your rambunctious, babbling bard.
You use your free hand to reach for him, brushing away strands of hair from his sweat-soaked face that he had kept hidden beneath his helmet. Your starry-eyed lover boy. Your underdog. The love of your life.
“No, Eddie.” You smile, shaking your head at him as he looks at you- his brows furrowing in confusion. You lean in, placing a gentle kiss to his cheek- right on the corner of his lips. His eyes flutter closed as he hums sweetly.
“You didn’t win my heart, Eddie.” You whisper, looking at him as if he held the world “You’ve had it with you all along. I was always yours.”
His eyes open, his breath catching as he looks at you. His wild heart beating in his chest. His lips part.
“Princess…”
“I love you, Eddie the Bard. I’ve always loved you.”
For you, loving Eddie is easy. With your love however, comes the strong constant desire to make sure everyone within the same air as him knows he's yours.
The highly pigmented lipstick you bought? Perfect for leaving obnoxiously noticeable lip prints on Eddie before he leaves for work.
"Okay, babe. I'm off to work."
"Without a kiss?"
"I know better than that."
Eddie pulls you in for a rough and hungry kiss, and your lipstick leaves your mark on him just like you planned.
"Bye, mamas."
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After an excruciating work week, Eddie wants to take you out for a cute dinner date.
You're fixing up your hair when you get a firm whack on your rear end.
"Seriously, Eddie?"
"What? You look good."
"All of this belongs to you."
Eddie clutches his heart with both of his hands.
"Hot damn."
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You usually visit Eddie at his workplace on days where was running late and couldn't pack any lunch.
This time though, a customer is tending to Eddie and she looks very touchy.
It pisses you off when you realize Eddie looks uncomfortable.
"Hey, hun. I brought you lunch."
Eddie looks relieved to see you.
"Thanks, babe. You're a lifesaver."
Eddie pulls you in for what he thinks is going to be a quick kiss.
You grab at his shirt hard enough to wrinkle it, and prolong the kiss. You also make it painfully obvious that you're using tongue.
The woman scowls and leaves the shop.
You pull away, and Eddie looks at you proudly.
"Thank you. She was pushy."
"Need me to cut her hand off?"
"I'm not that crazy, baby. But you are."
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Although Eddie loves your possessiveness, it was notorious that it would cause an argument some day.
"She called you honey! Who does that to a guy obviously sitting with his girlfriend?"
"She was just doing her job."
"I didn't know calling other women's lovers terms of endearment was part of being a waitress."
Eddie closes the front door behind you both, amongst you getting back from a date.
"That's enough."
The firmness of his voice knocks you off guard.
"No, it's not. How many times am I going to have to speak up about us?"
"You don't see everything I do for you. For us."
You know you're being unreasonable, but you're too prideful to admit it.
"What do I have to do to make you believe that you're mine?"
"What do you want to do?"
Though unspoken, the tension rise is the loudest thing in the room.
Then comes the hungry, desperate kiss that Eddie initiates.
Clothes carelessly scattered across the floor.
You and Eddie doesn't even make it to the bedroom.
You softly huff into each other's mouths. Eddie draws a sharp gasp from you every now and then from the unpredictability of the pace of his strong, purposeful thrusts.
- warnings/tags: established relationship, use of nicknames (sweetheart, beautiful girl, baby), fluff, suggestive content/allusions to, mentions of sex, however nothing explicit, aftercare, i think that it's!
- no use of y/n!
author's note: hi hi hi here's another eddie because it seems to be a fan favorite — lmk who you want next from my masterlist :)) !brief skim proofread!
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You and Eddie have been together for about a year. You had always noticed him since the first day of high school—it was hard not too, with that eccentric personality he held.
You were never specifically disliked throughout high school, but by association with Eddie, people avoided you or teased you. Even if you weren't the doll-like girl others were, or if you were and blended in, the environment got a lot meaner when people found out you were with Eddie.
It was currently lunch time and you were a little late, having been held back in class to be talked to about a missing assignment in World History. By the time you got to the cafeteria, about 10 minutes later, the lunch line was already closed, the metal shutters pressed down against the serving window and the lunch ladies long gone on an assumed smoke break outside. You sighed and walked over to the table where Eddie and the other kids in the Hellfire club sat, also known as the "freak" table. You tossed your bag down on the floor and sat at the end of the bench on the side of the table, right by Eddie, who is sat at the end of the table in a single chair, like he always did.
"You'd think they'd leave the line open for a little longer," you spoke, everyone's gaze shifting to you.
"Where were you?" Jeff asked, sitting directly across from you.
"Mrs. Walt held me back to talk about a missing assignment. I was busy gaslighting her that I turned it in," you replied before adding on a beat later, "It's in my backpack."
They all chuckled, continuing to eat their meal. You looked around, seeing most of them had your favorite—well as much as school cafeteria food could be a 'favorite'—which only came to lunch every few weeks.
"The one time I miss they have my favorite? What the fuck, that's messed up."
The boys laugh again before Eddie pushed his tray a bit closer to you, a silent offer to have some of his food as he chewed. You glanced at him before taking a piece of the cheap and dangerously salted food.
The whole group chatted for a while, both you and Eddie picking at his lunch tray before you asked a question.
"You guys have a meeting today?" you asked, referring to their Hellfire club.
The boys nodded, before Eddie wiped his hands off on a napkin and spoke a simple 'Yeah'.
"Can I come watch? I don't wanna go home after school."
"'Course. Don't have to ask," Eddie replied back, watching the small smile form on your face.
A few hours passed and the second the bell rang you were out of the classroom and weaving your way through the packed halls towards the theater room.
You made it there just after Eddie as he was setting up the game. He glanced up as the door was pushed open, a smile forming on his face when he noticed you.
"Hey sweetheart."
"Hi," you replied softly, sitting in the foldable chair placed near Eddie's 'throne', placing your bag down next to you.
The room slowly began filling with the boys, each of them sitting in their respective seats. You often watched their game, making jokes every once in a while. But for most of the time, you focused on your sketchbook, giving you something to do while they played the game for a few hours and waited for Eddie to give you a ride to your place or his. You considered yourself to have many hobbies. Anything to keep yourself occupied—boredom is a devastating state of mind.
The boys assisted in cleaning up and putting things away before heading out. You stood against the table as you waited for Eddie to fully pack up. He smiled when he saw you waiting, dropping an arm across your shoulders and a quick kiss on top of your head. You two walked out of the school, heading to the parking lot and hopping into his van.
"You wanna come over?" He asked as he turned the key and started up the vehicle.
"Yes please."
He smiled and pulled out of the parking lot and joined the active street. You watched out the window until it grew increasingly familiar and you knew you were entering the trailer park. He pulled up by his trailer that he shared with his uncle and hopped out, waiting for you to follow.
"Wayne's home for now but he's out tonight."
"Okay," you followed, walking right behind him up to the trailer door. He opened it and held it for you, closing it behind you as you entered. Wayne was sitting on the couch reading a newspaper.
"Hey Wayne," you greeted. He looked up and nodded.
"How ya doin', girl?" He questioned; he always loved seeing you. He's ever so grateful Eddie met you, he believed you two were meant for each other.
"I'm okay. Real hungry, you guys have any leftovers of that pizza from a few nights ago?"
Wayne nodded, Eddie walking towards the kitchen already. "Saved a slice just for you."
"Awesome," you said as you sat down on a barstool at the kitchen, Eddie setting a plate with the leftover pizza slice in front of you. "Thank you."
"Mhm," he hums, pressing a kiss to your head before heading down the hall to his bedroom.
You took some time to eat and talk to Wayne as Eddie hopped in the shower. Around 10 minutes later, Wayne headed out for the rest of the evening and night, leaving you alone. Eddie got out of the shower a few minutes after he left. You leaned your head to look down the hall as he stepped out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist.
"Wayne left," you informed. He nodded and went back to his room to change. You placed your now empty plate in the sink. You made your way down the short hall and knocked on his door right before walking in, catching him as he slipped a shirt on, now fully dressed.
"Aw, I missed the show," you joked, a smile on your face as he turned around to face you, walking closer.
"Yeah you did," he replied, his hands finding either side of your jaw and leaning down to pull you into a kiss. Your arms finding themselves around his neck.
"What do you wanna do tonight?" You wondered, your faces just inches apart.
"What do I always wanna do?" He teased.
"I'll think about it. In the meantime, I meant."
"Movie? Just bought a few new ones," his hands slid down to hold your waist.
"Ooo, what'd ya get?"
"Uh...Raiders of the Lost Ark, Taxi Driver, Terminator, and...Breakfast Club."
"I've only seen Breakfast Club, you pick."
"Alright," he placed a kiss to your temple, "you wanna watch now?"
You shrug. "I'm not doing anythin'."
He let go of your body and moved past you, opening his door and leaving to go get everything set up.
You took this time to change into comfier clothes, grabbing one of Eddie's shirts and a pair of sweats you keep in his room, quickly switching into them. You walked back out and entered the living room, sitting down on the couch as Eddie placed the VCR into the TV.
"What'd you pick?" You asked, stretching across the sofa so your legs reach the other end.
"Terminator," he answered, starting the movie up. He lifted your legs and sat down on the couch, placing them back down on his lap.
"Cool."
A couple hours later, the movie ended. It was a lot darker outside now as the credits rolled, there was only the glow of the warm lamps that lit up the area. Eddie looked over at you, his hands remaining on your legs like they had the entire duration of the movie.
"Ya like it?"
"It was cool."
"Did you like it though?" He pressed, a teasing smile on his face.
"I did. I think I fell asleep for like 20 minutes though."
"Yeah? You wanna go to bed?"
"Possibly."
"C'mon, pretty girl," he said, patting your legs for you to lift them and let him get up. He held his hand out for you once he was up, helping pull you off the couch and lead you to his bedroom.
You sat on the bed, resting back against the headboard and pillows. "I'm like...tired but I don't wanna go to sleep yet."
"Anything in mind you wanna do?" He asked as he laid next to you on his stomach, propped on his parallel arms, looking up at you.
"No. But I know you do."
"I always do."
"I know."
"So...you wanna?" He added, his eyes holding some kind of sparkle.
You thought for a moment. "...I don't know."
"So no?"
"Well no—...I mean maybe." You stared at him, his eyes looking right back at you.
"Your choice, baby."
You thought. "...Yeah I want to."
"You sure?" He asked as he moved closer—he would never forgive himself if he pushed you into something you didn't want to do.
"I'm sure."
His hand trailed up from your thigh to your side before leaning in to kiss you deeply, your arms once again finding their way around his neck. "Please let me know if you want me to stop."
You were resting on top of his body, breathing heavily against the front of his shoulder, both of you stripped of your clothes. One of your hands resting on his stomach, your other arm around the side curve of his shoulder by your head.
"I should shower," you mumbled against his warm skin, his hand trailing up and down your back.
"Want me to sit with you?"
"Yes please," your voice was tired as you pushed yourself up from his body, sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning down and picking up some clothes as he did the same. All he grabbed was some sweatpants and slid them on while you grabbed everything and walked to the bathroom right by his bedroom. You turned the shower on, allowing it to warm up for a few seconds, and stepped in right before Eddie walked into the bathroom too, shutting the door behind him. He slid down the wall and sat down on the floor right by the shower, his bare back pressed against the cold wall.
Few words were exchanged, but even just knowing his presence was on the other side of the shower curtain was enough for you. You soon stepped out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around your body. You dried your hair with a separate smaller towel, about to change into fresh clothes before looking over at Eddie still on the floor.
"Close your eyes."
"Baby we just had sex, I can't look at you?" He teased.
You glared at him. "Close your eyes," you repeated.
"Alright, sweetheart," he replied, closing his eyes, the smile remaining on his face.
You watched him as you changed, making sure he didn't peak. When you saw he squinted one of his eyes open just as you grabbed your shirt and pulled it over your head. "Pervert," you muttered.
"I just can't help but look at my beautiful girl."
He stood up, taking a few steps closer, placing his hands on your waist as he turned you to face the mirror over the sink, resting his chin on your shoulder.
"Can you help me with my hair?" You asked.
He grabbed the smaller towel from your hand and wrapped your hair up for a few seconds. "You feeling okay?" He asked, wanting to make sure it wasn't too much for you and he didn't hurt you.
"Mhm. My legs are sore though," you admitted, your hands on the edge of counter in front of you as you watched him brush out your hair and dry it as he goes.
"I wasn't too rough, was I?" He worried.
"No, it felt good, baby, just a...side effect I guess."
"Okay. I'm sorry anyway."
"You're adorable."
"I just care," he replied before pulling the towel through your hair one more time and setting it on the counter. "C'mon, let's get you to bed."
You followed him to the bedroom a few steps away, lying down in his bed a second before he does. He gets in beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and holding you against him. You shift to lay more on your stomach, your face a few inches from his neck. He gently rubbed your back, pressing a few kisses to your damp hair. "You did so good."
All you do is hum in response, resting against his skin, letting out a deep sigh before drifting to sleep.
this was copied and pasted straight from my wattpad drafts! majority of what i write will be, as it's easier for me to write on that app instead of here or anywhere else.
Summary: You return to Hawkins after being away for four years, and you're surprised to see how much Eddie Munson has changed.
(Reader is 17, Eddie is 18 here!)
You left Hawkins four years ago.
Your proud family decided to make the most of your middle school graduation milestone and move out to a different area.
You vividly remember when you unfortunately had to tell your best friend Eddie.
"What?! The fair maiden is leaving before we voyage on the trek of cliques and strict teachers?"
"I don't want to, but yeah. Hate to miss out on the arena of hell."
Eddie takes off his black guitar pick and hands it to you.
"Here. So you don't forget about me."
"Your lucky guitar pick?"
"I've got another one at home. It's replaceable unlike you."
You and Eddie shared a farewell hug before you had to leave, and you even gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Plans don't always go as expected, so your family is back in Hawkins for your senior year of high school.
Over the years, you and Eddie promised to call each other at least once a week. But of course, life sometimes has other plans.
However, you are still somewhat confident about your relationship with Eddie and hope that he feels the same.
The night before your first day, you decide to call Eddie and see what's up.
The phone rings a few times, and you assume that he's not home or just not interested to talk to anyone. You're about to give up until you hear someone pick up.
"Munson Residence."
"Eddie?"
"Whoa, hey." His voice softens. "What made you call?"
"I'm back in Hawkins." You smile.
"Holy shit, this is the best news I've gotten in a while."
"How's life after high school?"
"I wouldn't know, to be honest. But I can feel it. This is my year."
"You've been saying that since we were kids." You snort.
"Details, details. So, I'll see you tomorrow? I'm the leader of Hellfire Club and Corroded Coffin. I sit with those freaks at lunch and we talk about being the outcasts of society."
"Sure, Eddie. You and I are used to being those, anyway."
"Nice to see the years haven't changed you."
"I can say the same for you. Catch you tomorrow."
"You know it."
You try to calm your first day butterflies, but it's hard when you're wondering what your best friend looks like after so many years. You eventually ponder yourself into sleep.
Your first day is pretty much going as expected. Cliques crowding the hallway, teachers assigning introductory assignments, you name it.
You get to your last class before lunch as early as you can to claim a seat that's as far away from the front as possible.
It's quiet when just you and the teacher are there, that is until you hear a few rowdy male voices chattering over each other in the hallway.
One walks, then another guy, and then one who really stands out.
Long, curly hair.
A leather jacket with a vest.
Black ripped jeans with a chain.
Three rings on one hand.
One ring on the other.
A chain bracelet on his right wrist.
A black watch on his left one.
"Easy boys, I know lunch is soon but calm down." The teacher commands.
The guy gives her a salute. "Yes, ma'am."
He scans around the classroom, and comes up to you.
"Whoa, you're finally in the flesh." He beckons one of his friends to sit in front of him, and the other to sit in front of you.
You frown at him. "I'm sorry, I don't think I-"
"Nice joke. It's me, Eddie."
Your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets. There's no way in hell the dorky guy you knew ended up looking like this.
"No way. When did you get-?"
Eddie tilts his head in confusion.
"When did you get hair?"
Eddie chuckles. "I decided the buzz wasn't going to work out with my manly features."
"You've still got some maturing to do." You tease, which makes his friends cackle.
"Bullying me already, huh? Where's the hug and formalities?"
"Nothing has ever been formal with us, Munson."
When more students settle in and class eventually starts, it's incredibly hard to keep your eyes away from Eddie. At some points in the class, you feel his eyes burning into you. You only muster up the courage to reciprocate it once, but he quickly looks at the board again as if he's shy.
"Okay, class. Make sure to take home the syllabus and bring it back at least before the end of the week."
Everyone scrambles to head to lunch.
"Finally, you get to sit with the freaks." Eddie grins.
"Just like old times."
After getting lunch you head to his table. He damn near trips over himself to get up and hold your chair out for you.
"Thank you, gentleman."
"Of course, fair maiden."
For now, it's just you and him at the table. You don't even start eating because you're subconsciously trying to appear as poised as possible, which was something you've never done in front of him before.
"You seem nervous." He says, snacking on a pretzel.
"Just wondering how you grew up so much."
"I can say the same for you." You go silent because you're shy and unsure what to say.
"You know..." His voice softens. "You don't have to be nervous. I'm still the same freak you've always known."
You can't figure out why the hell you're nervous no matter what he says.
"Sorry. Maybe it's just first day jitters. And we did speak through a phone for most of the time we were away."
"It felt like the phone wasn't even there for most of the time, at least to me." Eddie admits.
"Now that I'm hearing that out loud...I feel the same, too."
You look down at your plate, and notice Eddie looking at your neck.
"You still wear it?"
You look down and take the guitar pick out of your shirt.
"Oh...yeah. I probably wouldn't be able to breathe without this thing."
Eddie laughs. "I thought you would've forgotten about it. Maybe even about me."
The first three months of school are going relatively well.
You're still nervous around Eddie, but you can finally eat lunch in front of him. (Also because he threatens to feed you in front of everyone if you don't.)
Eddie even added two freshmen to the group, and one junior. Dustin Henderson, Mike Wheeler, and Gareth.
At a band practice you couldn't make it to because you have homework, Eddie's flipping his mind inside out.
"Before I saw her again, I never looked at her like that out of respect for the friendship! But now...shit. She looks incredible."
"Why don't you just ask her out on a date?" Gareth asks, which makes Eddie look at him with a bored face.
"Thanks, Gareth. I should've thought of that sooner. Literal rich boy jocks are asking her out!"
"That she rejected."
"She probably still wouldn't pick me, anyway. She's too... She's too good for me."
"Do you know this, or are you assuming this?" Jeff asks.
"I'm not exactly the boyfriend type. I don't have anything to offer her right now." Eddie scratches the back of his neck.
"It would be better if you just told her instead of assuming what she wants. Besides, you guys have a history. You should be able to talk to her."
Eddie huffs, rubbing his face with his hands.
"Damn it, I hate when you geeks are smarter than me."
"So, you gonna tell her?"
Eddie looks around at all his friends.
"Fine. But if I make a total fool of myself, you'll all never see me again."
Gareth rolls his eyes. "Bullshit, we'd still look for you.
After the usual chaotic Tuesday Hellfire Club meeting, you're left alone with Eddie to help him clean up.
"I expect mess from freshmen, but not your old friends." You laugh, chucking a soda can into the garbage.
Eddie's cleaning up the board, and his forehead is sweating from being nervous alone. You notice he hasn't spoken a word since everyone else left.
"You haven't said a word in 5 minutes, Munson. Something must be wrong."
"No, nothing's wrong just...can we talk?"
You stop what you're doing. He sounds serious.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
"...What do you think of me?"
"You're my best friend."
"Just your best friend? Anything...else?"
"I'm not following."
Honestly, there's so much you want to say. But you don't because you're just as scared to make a fool of yourself as he is.
"Do you ever think about me in other ways?"
You look down at your feet because of the confrontational situation.
"Eddie, where is this coming from-"
"Please." He pleads.
"When I wake up, my first thought is your face. Or you in general, I should say. Honestly? I get excited to come to school because of you. You make things feel easier."
"...I have something to confess."
You finally look at him. "I'm listening."
"When I first saw you again after all this time I thought you looked good. Not- not that I ever thought you were ugly!- I just... You look nice after all this time. And I...would like to go on somewhere with you."
"I see. Who else is coming?"
You're so oblivious he wants to slap himself.
"Only you. A date. The... romantic kind."
You space out before realizing he's standing there again.
"Oh! Um... I would... I would like that."
"You don't seem sure."
"I am, you knucklehead. It's just... What I have to tell you is embarrassing."
One of Eddie's brows arches.
"When I first saw you again... I thought you looked... hot. And I um... Still do."
You swallow the lump in your throat before going around and pretending to look for things to clean up.
Eddie's face goes red. You think he's hot.
"Oh shit." He says, sounding like he's on the verge of hyperventilation. Then, his high and mighty Dungeon Master ego kicks in, and he grins. "Oh."
You hear the smirk in his voice. "It's not funny, Eddie. I'm gonna kick you in your-"
You turn around to see he's behind you with his hands behind his back, swaying himself like a shy child.
"It's not polite for friends to keep secrets from each other, you know."
"Who ever said we were friends?" You joke, which makes him playfully clutch his heart.
"You wound me."
"Keep talking, and I'll make it worse."
He makes a playful zipper gesture across his lips.
"Duly noted."
You mentally prepare yourself for what you're about to do.
Then, you lunge forward a couple inches to hold his cheek and give him a quick peck.
Eddie's entire body locks up, even when you've pulled away.
"Oh...wow- fucking hell-" He says, his voice reaching a high that it hasn't sense before puberty.
"Just to clear up any confusion." You say before going back to cleaning up the room again.
eddie munson x bats (fem!reader), alice & roan munson
word count: 1.4k+
summary: Corroded Coffin or Die Photo Prompt Server Challenge | While cleaning the garage, Alice finds some photos that has Eddie feeling some type of way.
warnings: none that i can think of!
notes: I don’t think Eddie talks about his parents with the girls often— but the call back to the car he’s got (to connect with his mama) is in this fic right here. I hope you enjoy! Feel free to let me know if I’ve missed anything!
The big door of the garage is rolled up, letting in the afternoon light. Eddie's got a rag thrown over his shoulder as he crouches in front of a tattered cardboard box that looks like it hadn't been opened since before each of the girls were born. His hair's tied back loosely in one of your hair ties, greying at the temples.
Alice is sitting on the steps by the door into the house, leaning back on the palms of her hands. Roan walks back and forth slowly, kicking a loose bolt on the cracked concrete every time she passes. "This is insane, dad." Alice sighs, leaning her head back on her shoulders to stare at the ceiling above her. "You know that, right?"
Eddie shuffles around, grunts when he stands, and moves the box to another area of the garage. "Enlighten me."
"You're famous!" She says, exasperated as she sits back up straight. She’s sure that one little detail should end this conversation right there. "You're rich! You could hire someone to do this."
Roan nods, agreeing with her sister as she kicks at the bolt again, watching it bounce out of her vicinity this time. "Yeah, dad. This is a job for like… some guy named Gary. Not us."
Eddie glances at them, raising his brows as he tries to find exactly where the audacity is coming from. This was just a regular Saturday in April back at Gareth’s for him, when Mrs. Mara Emerson would bribe them into a month’s worth of cleaning with the promise of their favorite burgers and a pineapple upside down cake. "Gary?"
"Yeah." Roan shrugs.
Eddie leans back against your car, crossing his arms over his chest. "That's pretty specific for two teenage girls who get anything and everything they could ever dream of." He shakes his head, "and also offensive to the many hardworking non-Gary's out there."
Alice groans, loudly, in response, "daaaad."
"What?" He frowns and dips his head, throwing his hands up, palms to them. "Maybe I like cleaning my own garage."
"You don't." Roan challenges.
"You don't know me." Eddie chuckles and shakes his head, pushing off the car to move towards another stack of soft and worn cardboard boxes. "I’ve been gone for two months. Maybe I want to spend some time with my kids, whom I love and cherish and wish that I could see more. Ever think of that?"
Alice snorts, pushing herself off the stairs and then lowering herself down in front of the built-in shelving until she can reach the bottom shelves. "Spending time with us? Or getting free child labor?"
Eddie rolls his eyes, sorting through a bit of knick knacks, "You're welcome for the time you get to spend with your old man."
Alice shakes her head, running her hands along the bottom shelf until she comes across a little blue tin. She pulls it out, confused, "I didn't know mom had sewing stuff." She shakes the tin, it doens't rattle in the way needles and thread would rattle. She looks at Roan.
Roan drops down beside her. "Open it."
"Don't open it. Your mom doesn't sew for fun. It's probably some of her doll shit." He says automatically, not looking towards them. "And if it's something spooky she picked up from a yard sale, I really don't have time for that today."
Alice rolls her eyes and pops the lid on the tin despite the judgement.
Roan tries to look over her shoulder, "what is it?"
"Pictures." Alice says and shrugs, reaching in to pull out a small bundle. The edges are worn and yellowing. She looks at the photo on the top of the stack. There's a red mustang in the background— much like her dad's that’s tucked away under a tarp in the second opening of their two car garage— the sun glaring off the windshield. There's a woman leaning against it with a little boy on her hip. She's wearing sunglasses, her hair dark brown and wild, just like her own. "Dad?" Alice glances over her shoulder at him.
Eddie turns his head to look at her for a moment, before turning his attention back to the box, distracted. "Yeah?"
She holds up the photo, staying quiet. Quiet enough that it gets him to look up again. He squints and steps a bit closer. "Let me see that." He says softly, holding his hand out. Alice hands it over quietly. When his eyes fall over the photo, something in his face softens. His thumb brushes over the worn in edges of the photograph and he chuckles, almost to himself. The girls watch him quiet and curious. "Girls… That is my mom." He says softly, pointing to the woman. His smile is so kind, the girls aren’t sure if they’ve ever seen him look like that before. Then he points to the kid in her arms, "and that's me."
Roan leans in, letting her eyes scan over the photo face. "You were pretty tiny."
"I was adorable once. Hard to believe, I know." He jokes softly.
Alice glances away from the photo and into the tin again, holding it up between them. "There's more in here."
Eddie glances down at it, "yeah?"
She nods and starts pulling photos out one by one. One's his mom, sitting on the hood of that same mustang in denim shorts. There's another one of her at a kitchen table somewhere with a man that looks a whole lot like Grandpa Wayne. His arm is slung around her shoulders and she has a lit cigarette between her fingers. In the final one they look at, she's holding who the girls decide is, Eddie, as a baby. He's cradled to her chest and she's looking at him like he was the best love she had ever felt in her life.
Roan smiles at that one, taking it gently from her sister. "She's pretty."
Eddie huffs out a breath that turns into another smile, nodding, "She is."
Alice looks at the photo, pinning down the kind brown eyes, dimples, and dark curls. The way she smiles, the same lines and dimples. "She looks like you."
Eddie laughs and shakes his head a little. "Other way around, kid."
Roan traces the edges of the photo in her hand as Eddie continues to peek through the stack. She bites the inside of her cheek and looks at her dad. "Why haven't we seen these before?"
Eddie leans his hip against the workbench along the back wall, not looking up from the photos in his hands. "Didn't know where they were." He says softly. "Thought I lost most of 'em when I moved out of Grandpa Wayne's before you girls were born, if I'm being honest."
Roan and Alice exchange a look, he hadn’t seen pictures of his mom in that long? “How did she die?" Roan asks softly.
"She got pretty sick." Eddie says quietly and leaves it at that.
Roan nods a little, looking at the pictures again. Her heart stinging for her dad's younger self. She knew her grandmother had been gone for a long time. But she couldn't imagine life without you, her mom, and she's 14. "How old were you?" She asks.
Eddie glances over where his own red mustang sits under the white canvas, "six."
Alice sucks in a breath and starts to stack the photos back up to place back into the tin. "That sucks."
It's blunt and honest, but Eddie nods. Laughing lightly at the way it’s said, as he shrugs. "Yeah, It did suck. Just a bit."
From inside, the three of them hear your voice call out the door for dinner. So Alice scoops the photos Eddie isnt holding back into the tin, carefully, and tucks it under her arm. She smiles at Roan, nodding her head towards the door to give signal to her to let Eddie have a minute. They make their way inside and the door swings shut behind them. Eddie sighs softly.
He pushes himself off the workbench and pins the photo of him and his mom in front of her car onto the board hanging on the wall, right next to a picture of you and him at his first big Corroded Coffin show, Alice's first day of kindergarten, and one of Roan covered in spaghetti from head to toe. All his favorite girls in one place.
He looks around, giving the garage one last once over, before walking into the kitchen. Cleaning this up can wait until Gareth’s free and until he can bribe his wonderful wife into making a pineapple upside down cake almost like Mrs. Emerson’s. He smiles at the family waiting for him at the table, the blue tin of photos sitting on the counter, waiting for him to comb through when the time is right.
(Silver Fox! Eddie(45 years old), (25 year old reader)
You grew up in a metal and rock house.
Your parents have especially adored Corroded Coffin since the beginning of time, even continually steadying their loyalty to them through the Satanic Panic.
When you hear some exciting news, you rush through your parent's door.
"Oh my God, you won't believe who's coming to town!" You squeal, kicking off your work shoes.
"Corroded Coffin." Your dad spoils with a wicked grin as he does his crossword.
You pout and cross your arms.
"Of course you and Mom would already know."
"And... we're going!!" Your mom squeals, handing you your ticket.
"Oh. My. God. You guys are like...the best parents to ever grace the face of the planet."
You kiss your mom's cheek and go to squeeze your dad who's sitting in his recliner. He nearly drops his book.
"Yeah, yeah, make sure you don't take too long to get ready this Saturday. We've got front row seats." Your dad says through a strained voice.
You let go of him.
"I need to get ready before then! I need to look like a superstar!"
"Don't worry, Sweetheart. I'm sure Eddie Munson will think you're beautiful and snatch you right up to marry you on the spot." Your mom chimes.
Your face flushes.
"Mom, my crush on him was a phase."
It is not a phase. It is a lifestyle.
"How'd you like to renovate your room with some new posters? I'm sure they sell for a pretty penny." Your dad jokes.
"Don't you dare." You jokingly threaten before rushing to your room.
You drop your things down, and look up at one of your posters.
"I see you in four days. Four days too long."
You reach into your bedside drawer and take out a magazine of him, holding it to your chest like a teddy bear.
"This is going to be the best weekend of my life."
The days leading up to the concert feel like a long, slow, dragging hell, but it's finally here.
The most eventful Saturday of your life.
"Come on, honey! Your father and I want to get there as soon as possible!"
You take one last look at yourself before exiting the bathroom.
Your hair is teased for more volume, and your eye makeup is smoky, accompanied with wine red lips.
You're wearing a cheetah print shirt and black leather jacket, with a black leather skirt, fishnets, and black sandals.
Your manicure and pedicure are a vibrant red, and your jewelry consists of small black bangles and black stud earrings.
Your mother gasps when she sees you.
"Nice to see my old clothes went to good use!"
"You look like a million bucks, sweetheart." Your dad smiles.
Your stomach is in knots on the drive to the concert.
Once you get there, it's as you expected. Packed.
After finally getting your ticket checked, you head into the venue.
"Nice to see people still have some taste for the classics." Your dad comments.
"Oh, look! Seems like they're checking to make sure everything is fine." Your mother points to soundcheck staff, and when you look in her direction, your heart drops.
"Hey, guys. Is everything okay?" Eddie asks one of the staff.
Your father looks at you because he's amused by the literal stars in your eyes.
"Just a phase, huh?"
"It's not funny." You say, your eyes not leaving Eddie for a second. He eventually disappears behind the curtains.
"How is he more beautiful in person??" You sulk.
"You'd better calm yourself dear, because you're going to be looking at him for a couple of hours!"
A few minutes pass before the show lights finally kick on, and the crowd goes crazy.
The performance sends electricity through your veins, and you can hardly believe you're here.
Mid way through the concert, you stat feeling very tingly.
Eddie's sweaty all over, and his hair has gotten darker over the years. His dark hair is dawned with a bit of grey streaks, and he has a small soul patch under his bottom lip.
"I don't know about you ladies, but it's a bit hot in here." Eddie teases before smoothly taking off his shirt and throwing it into the crowd, and a few ladies fight each other over it.
"Someone from my team will be bringing one of you lucky ladies up while we perform a new single. Sex After Midnight."
The crowd swoons, including your mother.
"I'm getting my wife taken from me." Your dad fake sobs.
"Oh hush it, you."
Eddie playfully scans around the crowd, and a very anxious part of you hopes he doesn't look your way.
To your surprise, Eddie stops and looks at you.
"I would like her." He says to the staff member, who comes to get you from behind the barricades.
"This sure will be the hell out of those posters." Your dad jokes.
"Dad, I'm losing my mind!" You squeak as you're getting pulled up.
Eddie's standing before you once you're onstage and you feel like your knees are going to buckle.
"You're looking good." He smiles, taking your hand and leading you to a chair in the middle of the stage.
The stage lights go red, and everyone screams.
Eddie puts the microphone to his lips before looking at you and sliding down to his knees in front of you.
If you weren't parasocial then, you sure as hell are going to be now.
The sheer disbelief you have of the situation makes everything feel dizzy.
Eddie's hair is weighed down and stray strands are stuck to his face.
He looks like a dream.
When he whips his hair out of his face by whipping his head, his jawline is more exposed.
You don't know how you're going to get through the rest of show without falling.
Your legs are shaking and you can feel how soaked you are in between them.
When the concert comes to an end shortly after, you rush to the bathroom to collect your thoughts.
You rush into a stall and overhear a few women seething with jealousy at your experience.
When you exit and are on your way back to your parents, someone stops you.
"Miss, excuse me!"
A staff member from earlier comes up to you with a piece of paper.
"Regards from Mr. Munson."
You take the paper from him.
"Oh, thank you!" You smile. He wishes you a good night before walking off.
You open the paper, and it has digits on it, followed by a note.
A blurb. MDNI 🔞 first time writing on here but not first time with fanfic
EDDIE MUNSON X READER
(reader has a vag, suggestive no smut. Yet. Religous themes a bit)
"He's a beautiful sin."
That's all I uttered in my mind as I stared at Edward "the Freak" Munson, the town pariah, washing his van. He was shirtless and washing his van. I'm probably going to repeat this a few times but can you blame? You, the reader, can't blame me.
Im getting off topic. His tattoos stuck out on his skin like ink on paper, the demon face on just winks at me every few moments. His arms were sensual in their caress on his van's hood. His hair was tamed today; tied up in a man bun. It suits him. He was sweating, and of course he was; it's the middle of freaking july. My eyes went a little lower tracking a sweat bead under the waist band of his jeans, and ending on the slight bulge. To which my traitorous mind asked, "I wonder if he's packing?"
Growing up in Hawkins, I knew what they whispered about Eddie. I tried to remove myself from it all. I knew he wasn't more than maybe a petty drug dealer and if he was promiscuous, it didn't show. He was awkward at times. He used to buy my lemon squares at church bake sales, when he bothered to show for church.
"What're you staring at?"
I practically jumped out of my skin as I turned back around and shut the Bible. My father stood behind me, now glaring, as he saw the object of my attention.
"That boy is nothing but trouble. Go read scripture in your room." He all but growled at me. I hated when he got in a mood. Alas, being a pastor's kid meant being the focus and example of piety.
I walked to my room. The and cross of Jesus was particularly judgemental today. The rosary hanging off the small statue reflected rainbows in the sunlight on the window sill. Yes, even in my room I cant escape the pious upbringing.
Sitting and trying to read scripture, I cant help myself and fall asleep.
My eyes open to a view of sin. Eddie Munson, no longer washing his van, not just shirtless, but bare. On top of me. Ready to ravish.
I woke up. A little hot and my underwear ruined in a shameful but shameless way. Im not clueless.
"I'm going to fuck Eddie Munson."
So this isn't long and pretty bad, unedited, tell me if anyone wants a longer work.
(SUGGESTIVE. THIS IS A BLURB PLS DONT BE TOO MEAN.)
A plan. I needed a plan to lose my v card to Eddie Munson. Preferably discreetly, if my dad knew, those pamphlets about girl's parochial school won't be just pamphlets.
What kind of plan you may ask? A good one.
Kind of got distracted when I was ogling him watering a dead plant on his porch. In shorts and a Dio tee. I was thirstier seeing his midriff and his happy trail.
(Time Skip)
My plan is PERFECT.
And slightly ripped off from a chick flick my dad doesn't know I've seen.
I wore my shortest skirt, but it's not actually too short. It still falls over my knees.
A bend and snap.
I was walking into the choir room where I knew Eddie would be, writing his music.
"Excuse me, sorry to interrupt."
He looked up, "I reserved the room, you can check the sign up sheet-"
"No i.. just needed to get my choir booklet.."
So i walked around the stand towards the risers and bent over and snapped up with the booklet to my chest. I may or may not have unbuttoned my blouse an extra button. Yes im sheltered but not oblivious. Neither is Eddie who was pink in the face.
Summary: You find something unexpected in your boyfriend's room.
Your relationship with Eddie has been forged upon the foundation of trust, love, and respect.
When it comes to sex, Eddie has never rushed you or made you feel pressured.
You're spending the day at Eddie's when you get a small cut on your finger.
"Shit. Where did this come from?" You inspect your finger.
"Need a bandaid? I have some in my top drawer by my bed."
"I can get it, thank you."
You head to Eddie's room and open his drawer when you see them.
Trojan Magnum XL.
A full box of them.
You move them aside to grab a bandaid underneath.
The last time you were here, the box wasn't.
You rip open the bandaid and place it on before returning to the living room.
"Were you okay in there?" He asks, mindlessly picking at his hands.
"Yeah. Just um ...Eddie?"
He looks up at you. "Is something wrong?"
"No! Just...why did you buy them? The condoms...I mean I know why but..."
His face starts turning pink.
"Shit, I didn't mean for you to find out that way. I hope it doesn't look bad-"
"It doesn't, I just...I wanna know from you and not an assumption of my own."
Eddie fiddles with his fingers.
"Lately I've been feeling like doing it with you. Because honestly? You make me feel uncomfortable. And even when we kiss I guess my hormones just kickstart- what I'm trying to say is... I got them for when you're ready, because I know I am."
You can't really say much but your facial expression does.
"But I mean what I said when I told you there's no rush. Because there is none, really."
You still can't speak. You're mentally flustered at the fact Eddie thinks of you that way.
He's never given you a reason to not trust him, and vice versa.
"Maybe I didn't say it out loud because I was afraid of creeping you out too... But I'm ready."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I mean. It's not like it hasn't crossed my mind."
"Yeah?" His voice drops an octave.
"I mean..if you really want to."
"Yeah of course! I'm just... nervous."
"Of what?"
"...Of not being good enough."
"We're both new to this, Eddie. Honestly...I thought you would've already had it by now."
"You put me on too much of a pedestal." He grins.
"It's your fault." You smile.
"Something else will be, too."
"You're already a pervert."
"I always have been for you."
"Eat rocks."
"I'd rather you."
"You're not helping the pervert case, you know."
Eddie's smile is warm and cozy, then he leans in to kiss you. His arms are wrapped around you tightly. The couch groans underneath you when Eddie's body weight makes you lay against the arm rest. His kiss is hungry and intentional.
His lips move to your neck to give you open mouthed kisses as his hands softly rub your tummy from under your shirt. You pant softly and go limp under his control.
"Wait- wait, Eddie-"
Eddie stops as soon as told.
"You okay? Did I overstep?"
You give him a playful smile. "At least have the courtesy to take me to the bedroom."
His worried demeanor shatters. "Yes ma'am."
He carries you like a princess to his room.
When you're down on his bed he doesn't waste a second to have his lips on yours again. Your heart is already thumping out of your chest, you don't know how you're going to handle when things get real.
Luckily in the moment your anxiety steadies itself.
You can trust him.
You stop the kiss to pull your shirt over your shoulders.
Eddie admires your body.
"Jesus, you're beautiful everywhere."
You pull him down for another kiss, and arch your back when you feel him going to unhook your bra. The cool air hits your chest, causing your nipples to go erect. Eddie presses a kiss to your neck before hungrily taking your breast into your mouth and swirling his tongue around one of them. Your back arches and you feel blissfully dizzy.
You undo your pants and Eddie pulls away from you to help you take them off. He then removes his own shirt, and you take the moment to admire his broad shoulders and tattoos.
"Eddie... you're beautiful."
"Gosh..." He says breathlessly. He continues to kiss you, sighing softly into your mouth. Eventually, he pulls his lips away from yours to move them down to your stomach. Then, you jump and giggle when he blows a raspberry on your tummy.
"Real mature, Eddie." You giggle.
"Trying to help you relax."
"It helped, I guess."
"You're a cold woman."
He kisses your tummy, then moves down to kiss each of your hips. When he opens your legs to press kisses to your thighs, you can't help but obviously feel so exposed to him. Eddie's cheeks flush pink at the sight of your pussy.
Your body tingles in shock when he finally puts his mouth on you. He starts off with sweet kisses before experimenting with a lick.
"Shit." You exhale.
"Does that feel okay?"
"Yeah just... don't stop."
Eddie begins to lick again. The sensation begins to mix in with the sensation of his hair tickling you and the cold temperature of his rings. You can't focus on one thing, and you love it. You cuss when you feel his mouth latch around your bud, sucking and kissing.
Your body temperature rises and the room begins to spin. And then you feel it. Tension rising in you, a feeling waiting to snap. You're grabbing at his hair before you can stop yourself. He feels too good, so you instinctively begin to grind on his mouth. That impending, rising feeling only strengthens.
"Oh God!-" Your orgasm hits you hard as a smack. You let go of Eddie's hair and he gets up from in between your legs and wipes his face. Then, you notice it. You can't help but to.
Just how long he is when he's fully erected. Your panic starts to set in.
"Was that okay?"
"Yes, it was perfect."
Your facial expression doesn't convince him.
"Are you sure?"
"That was great, Eddie. But um... What I have to say is embarrassing."
"Babe, I just did that. I'd say we're at a line already crossed."
You giggle at his cuteness.
"Fine. Well it's just...you're big... Bigger than I thought you'd be."
"Oh...oh. Does that make you uncomfortable?"
"No... curious, actually."
Eddie's eyes stare into you with an unshakable focus before he comes to kiss you again. He massages gently at your cheek as you needily undo his pants. He pulls away to remove his pants and boxers, and reach into his drawer. He tears open the condom and slips it on, and you watch him.
"Let me know if this hurts, okay? The last thing I want to do is hurt you."
"I know, Eddie. I trust you."
He kisses your forehead. He slowly puts in his tip, then stops when you wince. His breathing shakes. "You don't have to do the whole thing, okay?"
"Okay."
Eddie slowly pushes in and out, groaning softly.
"You feel good." He sighs.
"Just a bit more, Eddie."
He carefully pushes further into you. You both gasp softly. He keeps his thrusts soft and gentle for you. Your curiosity begins to peak.
"Eddie...I want all of you."
"Are you sure? I'm already losing my fucking mind over how good you feel."
"I'm sure, Eddie."
He gives you gentle kisses. "Okay. But you better let me know if it hurts, even for a second."
"Promise."
Eddie is finally completely inside you, and he begins to move with gentle, medium paced thrusts. Your arms grip at his broad shoulders as you pant into each other's mouth, making it hard to keep the kiss going.
You have no idea what you were so afraid of.
His pace quickens slightly, and your hands move to his shoulder blades. Your nails dig in them, and you feel his back flex under your palms.
"I love you, Eddie."
"I love you more, sweetheart."
He's thrusting into you deep as he can, hitting a sensitive spot within you.
"Eddie, I might-"
"Me too. It's okay, honey."
Your second orgasm pulses through you, and you brokenly moan into his mouth.
Eddie softly groans into yours amongst his own, and pulls out. He keeps his dewy forehead rested against yours.
"Did I...do good? You might hurt a little, I'm sorry."
"You were terrific, Eddie."
"You did well too, love. You never have to be afraid of me."
mechanic eddie and his trailer park gf ( inspired by this post ) 18+ ( ish )
i feel like he’s the type to teach you everything to keep you busy and not bored , the trailer park can be a bit boring so he wants to make sure you’re not that . you two spend time under the car while he teaches you the parts and how to fix it , but his plans usually go south as all you can of think of doing is kissing and nipping away at his ear . clearly unfazed by all this car work
he loves to watch you lounge in the lawn chair outside the trailer , loves to watch you tan to your hearts content while you read the latest magazine and smoke a cigarette . he will come over to you from time to time to take a drag from your cig but usually it’s to kiss your beautiful face and that glossy lips of yours , partially to get himself worked up , partially because he wants to swap the smoke from cig mouth to mouth
he’s protective , damn straight he is , so he makes sure you know how to protect yourself if ever there’s a case he’s not around . he takes you to the woods near the edge of the trailer park with the shotgun in hand , he positions a couple coca cola cans while you stand there just picking at your freshly done hair . he comes over and teaches you how to hold the gun , how to shot perfectly all the while standing right behind you , which tbh makes you feel a tad bit horny . and him too , i mean the though of seeing his princess shot a gun perfectly makes him want to just strip off all your clothes right there !
eddie’s a gentleman , he will cook , he will clean , he will make sure you’re provided for . he’ll take you shopping in the old cadillac and let you max out his card , he will of course indulge in your shopping haul , the way you model off your new clothes for him in the small space of the trailer . he also loves to show you off , it’s obvious i mean the trailer park is a small space and everyone knows everyone but he still shows you off . ‘ you remember my girlfriend right ? ’ it isn’t a way of reducing you down to just ‘ girlfriend ’ but rather a way of him showing that this is his girlfriend
okay now , he’s a softie for you but when it comes down to sex , he’s no softie and you love that . he’ll fuck too anywhere , if that means atop a car he’s currently fixing for a client , on the lounge chair outside the trailer , over the kitchen counter , in the goddamn woods , fuck it if he’s horny enough he’ll fuck you in another persons trailer whenever you’re over for dinner . he’s a manhandler !!! he will indeed wrap his biceps around your neck , he will indeed make sure his grip on your thighs is strong enough to hold your ass up in the hair . he’s won’t stop , not until he’s tired and well . . . you don’t protest
cause you match each others freak , eddie munson the only hot mechanic on the trailer park and you , the trailer park princess everyone wishes they could get a piece of
SUMMARY: Eddie’s girlfriend attends her friend’s wedding, and naturally, she brings Eddie as her date. During the wedding, his girlfriend sees an old boyfriend, and catches up with him. Eddie notices and, even though he knows he has nothing to worry about, he is not having it.
TAGS: Smut! (18+), Jealous Eddie, slightly possessive Eddie, established relationship, buff!bearded!Eddie, modern Hawkins AU, fluff, reader has a past, public teasing, they bang in the bathroom lmao.
Fem!Reader is in her late 20s, though unnamed/undescribed. <3
Check out my masterlist for other works for this AU! ♥︎
Word Count: 4.5K
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The reception hall glowed warmly beneath dozens of hanging lights, their golden reflections catching against wine glasses, polished silverware, and the scattered candles decorating each table.
Somewhere across the room, music and laughter blended together from the crowded dance floor while guests lingered over half-finished drinks and slices of wedding cake.
Eddie’s girlfriend had been invited to one of her close friend’s weddings in Indianapolis, and when the invitation included a plus one, asking Eddie had been an easy decision. It also gave her the perfect excuse to pick out his outfit for the occasion herself, knowing full well that no matter what she chose, he was going to look ridiculously attractive in it.
Seated beside his girlfriend at one of the round tables near the edge of the room, Eddie looked entirely out of place, yet extremely delicious at the same time. His black button-down was rolled to his forearms, exposing the tattoos winding beneath the fabric, while the top few buttons sat undone just enough to reveal the chain at his neck and the faint dusting of chest hair beneath. His hair was slightly messy in a way that somehow only made him look better, dark curls falling around his face as though he’d already run his hands through them a dozen times throughout the night. His beard was neatly trimmed, several silver rings glinting beneath the reception lights whenever he lifted his drink, and every time she caught a hint of his cologne, it was distracting enough to make her lose her train of thought.
One arm rested lazily across the back of her chair, his attention drifting between the dance floor and the story she was currently telling him, a small smile lingering at the corner of his mouth as he listened. He leaned in slightly when she paused, his fingers slipping into the hair at the nape of her neck as his thumb brushed slow, absent circles against her skin.
“I’m gonna run to the bathroom real quick,” he said, his voice raised just enough to carry over the music and conversation filling the reception hall. His eyes flicked over her face briefly before he tilted his head. “You gonna be alright while I’m gone?”
She laughed softly, unable to help herself.
“Yes, baby,” she assured him with an affectionate smile, reaching up to gently pat his chest. “I’ll be fine.”
He grinned, slow and easy, before leaning in to press a quick kiss to her forehead, lingering for just a second longer than necessary as though he couldn’t quite help himself.
“Alright,” he said, straightening from his chair and dragging a hand briefly through his beard. A moment later, he disappeared into the crowd, his broad frame weaving easily between tables and guests until she eventually lost sight of him. Bringing her glass to her lips, she frowned when she realized it was empty.
“Boo,” she muttered to herself. With a small sigh, she stood from her chair and made her way toward the venue’s bar, weaving through clusters of guests while pulling out her phone. Despite the pleasant buzz of alcohol lingering in her system, she managed to text Eddie one-handed without issue, letting him know she’d gone to the bar and to meet her there when he was done.
She set her empty glass on the bar and ordered another drink, something light and fruity enough that it barely tasted like alcohol. While she waited, she leaned forward onto her elbows, absently scrolling through her phone. A sudden squeeze to her shoulders made her jump.
“Jesus fuck, you scared me,” she laughed, instantly turning around and pulling Dana into a hug. Beaming back, Dana wrapped her arms around her in return. “I know, I know. I’ve been trying to make the rounds and talk to everybody, but Zach has been up my ass all night like we don’t have the rest of our lives together.”
She snorted, pulling back from the hug. Before she could respond, Dana’s eyes suddenly widened. “Oh my God, I completely forgot to tell you something.”
Immediately suspicious, she raised an eyebrow.
“Guess who I saw here,” Dana said. “Apparently Zach invited him.”
“Who?”
“Ryan.”
Her eyes widened in return. Before moving to Hawkins and meeting Eddie, she had dated Ryan back in high school — tall, skinny, black hair. They’d stayed together for about a year after graduation before eventually ending things on mutual terms, however he had been one of her more serious boyfriends before Eddie. Her face instantly scrunched. “Oh God.”
“I know,” Dana said dramatically. “The second I saw him, I said the exact same thing to Zach.”
That earned a laugh.
“But anyway,” Dana continued, her gaze drifting across the room before landing back on her with a grin, “I also saw the absolute piece of candy you brought with you.”
Dana raised her eyebrows before wiggling fingers with hers. “I just know that man treats you right.”
A giggle escaped her before she could stop it. “Oh, he does.”
Dana cackled and squeezed her hand one last time. “You better invite me to that wedding whenever it happens,” she said, pointing at her playfully. “I fully intend on being there.”
Laughing, she promised she’d keep that in mind.
“Good,” Dana replied with a satisfied nod before leaning in to kiss her cheeks. She took a step backward, already looking toward another cluster of guests across the room. “I should probably get back to making my rounds before Zach decides he misses me.”
With one final wave, Dana disappeared back into the crowd of guests.
Still smiling to herself, she turned back toward the bar and reached for the freshly made drink waiting for her. As her fingers curled around the glass, movement in her peripheral vision caught her attention. Her eyes lifted instinctively, and she found herself looking directly at Ryan, who had quietly walked over and taken a spot beside her at the bar.
His face was thinner now, his dark hair cut much shorter than she remembered, and the lanky frame he’d had in high school had filled out over the years. Time had softened some of his sharper features while adding others, faint lines appearing at the corners of his eyes when he smiled. For a second, she was struck by how familiar and unfamiliar he looked all at once.
“Hey, stranger,” he said, giving her a small smile. His voice hadn’t changed much. “Long time.”
She nodded slightly, offering him a polite one in return that came across a little more reserved than warm.
“Yup,” she replied, popping the ‘p’ as she lifted her drink toward her lips.
It wasn’t that they had ended on bad terms. Quite the opposite, actually. Their breakup had been mutual, and by the time it happened, they’d both known it was the right decision. Even so, standing at a wedding making small talk with an ex-boyfriend wasn’t exactly how she’d planned on spending her evening. There was nothing necessarily wrong with Ryan being there, but she couldn’t deny that the situation felt a little awkward, and she found herself wishing she could fast-forward through it entirely.
“You look good,” he said after a moment, the compliment delivered with an easy sincerity that caught her slightly off guard. There wasn’t anything flirtatious behind it. No lingering looks, no awkward undertones. It felt more like an observation than anything else, the kind of thing someone says when they’re genuinely happy to see another person doing well.
His gaze briefly flicked over her before returning to his own drink. “How’ve you been?”
She swallowed her sip before lowering the glass. “Great,” she answered honestly. “What about you?”
His fingers tapped lightly against his whiskey glass as he glanced out toward the dance floor, watching a few guests drift past before his attention settled back on her.
“Same old, mostly,” he said. “I moved back to Indy last year. Been teaching guitar lessons at a music shop downtown.”
She nodded politely, genuinely glad to hear he seemed to be doing well. As he took another sip of his drink, his gaze shifted past her for a moment, lingering somewhere in the crowd.
“I saw you came with somebody,” he said casually. “He looks a little intimidating.”
That earned a laugh from her. Honestly, she could see why someone who didn’t know Eddie might think that. Between the muscles, the beard, and the permanent resting expression that made him look like he was seconds away from starting a fight, he definitely gave off that impression.
“No,” she said with an amused shake of her head. “He’s a sweetheart.”
As the words left her mouth, her eyes instinctively drifted across the reception hall — they immediately found Eddie.
He stood near the edge of the dance floor, one shoulder leaned casually against a nearby pillar. Even from across the reception hall, she could tell he had been watching her for at least a few moments already.
His arms were folded loosely across his chest, rings catching the warm glow of the overhead lights whenever his fingers shifted against his bicep. There was nothing outwardly hostile about his expression, but there was a clear curiosity there, his head tilted slightly as he watched the interaction unfold from a distance. The moment their eyes met, he held her gaze. A second later, one of his eyebrows lifted in a silent question, and despite herself, she felt warmth creep into her cheeks.
Oblivious to the fact that Eddie had been watching the entire exchange from across the room, Ryan let out a small chuckle before lifting his whiskey glass again.
“I’ll have to take your word for it,” he said with a shrug.
As the conversation continued, movement across the reception hall caught her attention once more. Eddie had pushed himself away from the pillar and was making his way through the crowd toward them. There was nothing rushed about his pace. Still, she knew him well enough to recognize the quiet determination behind it.
Guests drifted between them as he walked, forcing him to weave around tables and clusters of people, yet his attention remained fixed in her direction the entire time. His hands hung loosely at his sides, fingers flexing every now and then as he approached, making absolutely no attempt to disguise where he was headed.
The flutter in her chest only worsened when Eddie finally stepped up beside her.
“There he is,” she said, unable to stop the redness flooding her face as she glanced away from him and back toward Ryan. “Ryan, this is Eddie, my boyfriend.”
She gestured between them. “Eddie, this is Ryan. We knew each other back in high school.”
“Nice to meet you,” Ryan said with an easy smile, extending his hand. Eddie took it without hesitation.
“Eddie Munson,” he replied, his voice carrying that familiar roughness that always seemed to linger beneath the surface. The handshake was firm, his grip lingering for only a moment before he let go. When he stepped back, one arm settled naturally around her waist.
“How do you know the bride and groom?” he asked, though the look in his eyes suggested he was already well aware of exactly who Ryan was.
“Zach and I went to college together,” Ryan answered, taking another sip of his whiskey. His posture remained relaxed, his tone laid back, though she didn’t miss the brief glance he cast toward Eddie’s arm where it rested around her waist. Eddie’s hand shifted slightly against her side.
“How nice,” he replied, his thumb moving in slow, absent circles against her hip. His voice sounded light enough, conversational even, but there was a familiar glint in his eye she recognized almost instantly. “So you two go way back?”
The question made her turn her head toward him, her eyes narrowed slightly.
Most people would’ve missed it completely — Ryan probably would too — but she knew Eddie far too well. Beneath the natural smile and casual tone was the version of him that occasionally surfaced whenever he got a little too amused with himself. The same man who was endlessly kind and loyal also had the ability to become an absolute menace when the mood struck him.
Judging by the look on his face, that mood had definitely struck him.
“Yeah, we dated in high school.” The admission left Ryan’s mouth easily, carrying none of the significance it might have years ago. Still, she felt Eddie’s reaction. His hand paused briefly against her waist before resuming its slow movement, and when she glanced up at him, she caught the slight shift in his expression as he looked between her and Ryan.
“Did you now?” Eddie asked, his tone remaining frustratingly pleasant. “Well, that’s a fun little detail.”
She closed her eyes for half a second — there he was.
“So fun,” she interjected before either of them could continue down that road. Turning back toward Ryan, she offered him a polite smile and a quick nod. “It was nice seeing you again.”
Then she placed her free hand against Eddie’s chest and looked up at him pointedly. “Let’s go back to the table, yeah?”
His grin widened at her attempt to steer him away from the conversation, and although he allowed her to guide him without any real resistance, she could tell he was enjoying this far more than he should have been.
“What?” he asked, sounding entirely too innocent for someone who knew exactly what he was doing. “We just got here.” Leaning down slightly, he lowered his voice so only she could hear him.
“I thought we were having a nice little chat with Ryan-from-high-school.” His thumb continued brushing absent patterns against her side, and she could practically feel how amused he was with himself. “Shouldn’t I get to know the guy who came before me?”
She knew he was joking. There wasn’t any real hostility behind it, but there was just enough truth mixed into the teasing to make her want to disappear into the floor. If anything, the alcohol had made him a little more fearless, a little more likely to say whatever popped into his head without filtering it first.
Normally, she would’ve laughed. But something about hearing him make a joke out of it while standing there in the middle of the reception hall unexpectedly got under her skin. The entire situation was awkward enough already without him turning it into a bit.
“Okay, don’t be a dick,” she snapped before she could stop herself, the words coming out sharper than she’d intended.
The moment the words left her mouth, the amusement disappeared from Eddie’s face. Not completely, but enough.
She caught the shift in him, the way his expression faltered for a fraction of a second as though the comment had genuinely caught him off guard. Before he had a chance to respond, however, she was already turning back toward Ryan.
“Sorry, again,” she said quickly before excusing herself.
Without waiting for either man to say much else, she picked up her drink and started back toward their table, moving through the crowd of wedding guests. She could hear Eddie following behind her a few seconds later, but she didn’t slow down, her cheeks still warm as she replayed the exchange in her head.
By the time he reached their table, she was already seated, placing her glass on the table in front of her. Eddie slid into the chair beside her without saying anything right away. The usual confidence he’d carried at the bar had noticeably faded, replaced by something far more cautious as he settled into his seat.
For a few moments, he simply watched her. The slight furrow between her brows, the way she wouldn’t quite look at him, the lingering tension in her shoulders. Finally, he leaned a little closer.
“Hey,” he said quietly, nudging her knee beneath the table with his own. When she glanced over, his expression had softened considerably. “I was joking.”
There wasn’t a trace of teasing left in his voice now. “Didn’t mean to piss you off.”
“It’s okay,” she assured him quickly, but Eddie shook his head.
Before she could protest, he reached down and hooked a hand around the seat of her chair, dragging it closer to his in one smooth motion. The legs scraped softly against the floor as the gap between them disappeared. “No,” he said gently. “It’s not.”
Turning toward her, he leaned in until she could feel the warmth of his breath against her ear. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
She turned her head toward him then, her eyes meeting his. The look he gave her made something soften in her chest despite herself. Him and those stupid big brown eyes — he knew exactly what he was doing when he looked at her like that. Without breaking eye contact, Eddie dipped his head and pressed a soft kiss against her bare shoulder.
“It’s okay, baby,” she assured him again, reaching up to brush her fingers lightly through the hair near his temple.
And she meant it. The more she sat with it, the more she realized it really wasn’t that big of a deal. Eddie had gotten a little cocky, she’d gotten a little irritated, and now they were already making up five minutes later. Besides, it was admittedly difficult to stay annoyed when he was looking at her like that.
“I just hope you know I don’t spend time thinking about any ‘guy before you,’” she said, deliberately quoting his earlier words. His eyebrows lifted slightly.
“Honestly,” she continued, shaking her head, “it’s like you forget how obsessed I am with you.” Her gaze flicked meaningfully over him, from the rolled sleeves to the open collar of his shirt. “Be serious.”
The reaction was immediate. The playful edge he’d been carrying since the bar seemed to falter as he looked at her, and despite herself, she felt a small sense of satisfaction. For all of Eddie’s confidence and occasional cockiness, she had always possessed the ability to completely derail it whenever she wanted to. A few words, a certain look, and suddenly all of that bravado disappeared, his attention narrowing entirely onto her.
Eddie blinked at her, visibly caught off guard by the comment. For a moment, he just stared.
Then he straightened slightly and dragged a hand through his beard, his gaze dropping away from hers as he released a slow breath through his nose. The sight alone nearly made her smile.
As the silence settled between them, the music throughout the reception hall changed. The upbeat song playing over the speakers faded out, replaced by something slower, bluesier. The low guitar immediately caught Eddie’s attention, and she watched the shift happen in real time as his gaze drifted toward the dance floor.
Without saying anything, he pushed himself out of his chair. When she looked up at him, he was already standing beside her with one hand extended.
Her eyes dropped for a moment to his hand before lifting back to his face. The warm lighting overhead seemed unfairly flattering, catching against the dark curls falling around his face, the silver rings on his fingers, and the open collar of the shirt she’d picked out for him. The sight of him standing there, broad shoulders relaxed, chest rising and falling steadily as he looked down at her, made it difficult to remember why she’d been annoyed in the first place.
“C’mon, angel,” he murmured, his voice low and warm enough to send a shiver down her spine. He gave his hand a small encouraging wiggle. “Dance with me.”
She paused for a moment, running her tongue slowly over her teeth as she looked up at him. Then she slipped her hand into his, and the second she did, Eddie’s fingers closed around hers securely, his thumb brushing against her skin. Something about the simple gesture felt oddly intimate after everything that had happened over the last few minutes.
Without letting go, he guided her toward the dance floor, weaving them through clusters of guests and around occupied tables. The music grew louder the closer they got, the slow bluesy melody settling comfortably around them as other couples swayed beneath the hanging lights. Rather than moving toward the crowded center, Eddie led her off to the side where there was a little more room.
Only once they stopped did he finally turn toward her. Their joined hands remained between them for all of two seconds before he used them to gently pull her closer, closing the distance until barely any space remained. His eyes settled on hers, holding her gaze with an intensity that made her stomach flutter, his attention completely fixed on her. Her arms lifted to loosely wrap around his neck while Eddie rested his hands on her sides.
The warmth of his palms seeped through the thin fabric of her dress as one of his hands drifted to the small of her back, drawing her a little closer. Without breaking eye contact, he leaned in until his forehead rested against hers, his breath brushing softly across her lips.
“You really are obsessed with me, huh?” he teased.
Her eyes rolled playfully. “Duh.”
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. His hand slipped lower in one smooth motion, fingers curling over the curve of her ass as he pressed her firmly against him. Burying his face against her neck, he nuzzled into her skin, the scrape of his beard making her laugh softly. “Good.”
“Good?” She snorted. His other hand joined the first, squeezing firmly enough to make her jump slightly. The reaction made him smirk.
Lifting his head from her neck, he looked down at her, eyes warm with amusement as he kept her tucked against him. She studied him for a moment before reaching up to give his beard a gentle tug.
“You know,” she said casually, as though she were commenting on the weather, “if you wanted to drag me into that bathroom right now, I probably wouldn’t stop you.”
His eyes darkened at once, his eyes shifting briefly toward the hallway leading to the bathrooms before returning to hers.
“Sure about that?” he asked, one eyebrow lifting. There was no teasing in his voice now. “Because I’m not gonna be gentle with you if you get me in there.”
“I think I know exactly what I’m getting myself into,” she replied surely, smoothing the fabric of his shirt over his chest.
Without hesitation, Eddie caught her wrist and guided her toward the hallway, his pace noticeably quicker now as he navigated through the crowd. The music faded behind them with each step until they finally slipped out of the reception hall.
The moment the bathroom door shut behind them, the playful tension that had been building all evening seemed to snap.
Eddie crowded into her space immediately, backing her against the door as he looked down at her. For a second neither of them spoke, and Eddie reached behind her to lock the door without breaking eye contact. They simply stared at each other, breaths uneven, the noise of the wedding reduced to a distant hum beyond the walls.
Then his hands slid to her thighs and he lifted her effortlessly against him, drawing a surprised laugh from her as her arms wrapped around his shoulders.
Only after a moment did he carry her across the small bathroom, setting her onto the edge of the sink. The second he stepped between her knees, his hands moved to the fabric of her dress, shoving it higher along her thighs while she reached for him in return. The second she managed work open the button of his slacks, Eddie took over with a low sound of impatience, shoving them down just enough to release himself.
“Happy now?” she teased breathlessly.
“Not even close.” The answer barely left him before his hands slid beneath the backs of her knees. He adjusted her legs, drawing a surprised laugh from her as he hiked them at his sides. A second later, her back met the mirror, the cool glass a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from him.
“Jesus, Eddie–”
“Thought you said you knew what you were getting into.”
The smugness in his voice lasted all of two seconds before it dissolved into a groan, his forehead briefly dropping against hers. She tangled her fingers into his hair and pulled him down into a kiss, cutting off whatever smart comment he had planned next. He kissed her back, one hand tightening against her leg as the other braced against the counter beside her. He wasted no time setting a relentless pace, his thrusts deep and unforgiving against the bathroom sink.
“I do,” she mumbled against his lips, “and I’m loving it.”
He laughed low in his throat, pressing messy kisses along her jawline.
“You feel so good around me, baby,” he panted. His grip dug into the soft flesh of her thigh as a poorly-restrained moan left her mouth. Every movement sent sparks racing up her spine whenever she tried to pull him closer. Between ragged breaths and muffled moans, she could feel his teeth scraping against her neck, his beard scratching against her skin as his hips snapped forward again and again.
“You are unbelievable,” she whispered.
“Yeah?” His teeth brushed her skin as he grinned. “You seem pretty into it.”
Reaching up, Eddie grabbed a fistful of her hair, tilting her head back just enough for him to catch her lips again, his kiss messy and desperate as he chased his release with ruthless precision.
“Come.” The word left him in a growl against her lips, and she whimpered in response. When she finally clenched around him with a broken moan, he followed immediately, burying himself deep as he spilled inside her with a shuddering groan.
For several seconds, neither of them moved, their breaths uneven as he held her against the mirror, his forehead resting against hers. Then, slowly, he leaned back enough to meet her eyes, his expression shifting into a familiar smug grin as he brushed his thumb brushed lightly across her lower lip.
“Damn. We should go to weddings more often,” he remarked, looking entirely too pleased with himself. She snorted, and the sound pulled a smile from him. He leaned in to press a kiss to her forehead, stepping back to adjust himself and his slacks before reaching for her hands.
“C’mere.” Carefully helping her down from the sink, Eddie smoothed out the wrinkles in her dress and adjusted the fabric back into place. He gave her a quick once-over before his attention returned to her face, his hands coming to rest lightly on her sides.
“Beautiful as ever,” he murmured, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her lips. She smiled and reached up to smooth a wrinkle from the front of his shirt, her palm brushing briefly across his chest.
A/N: Requested by @ludachrissy 💕 I hope you enjoy it
Pairing: Fiancé!Eddie x Fem!Reader
Summary: It’s your wedding day and Eddie is lovesick and desperate to have you all to himself. Even if it means stealing you away from your bridal suite right before the ceremony.
Content Warning: 18+ Smut, Fingering, Breeding Kink, Dirty Talk/Sexual Language, Swearing/Profanity, Slight Degradation (Use of the word slut).
Credit: dividers by @cafekitsune
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“Where the fuck is the bride?”
You could hear Nancy’s voice call out in a panicked tone as she rushes around the bridal suite in her heels and bridesmaid dress.
“Robin, where did she go?”
“I don’t know!” Robin replies, standing near the door of the room as she watched Nancy pace nervously.
Suddenly, the sound of hurried feet come from down the hall.
“Have you guys seen Eddie?” Dustin calls out, looking around the room at the two girls.
“Eddie’s missing too?” Nancy worries, her voice becoming higher and more stressed by the second.
“Yeah. He said he was going out for a smoke, like, twenty minutes ago and now we can’t find him.”
“Fuck!” Robin calls out “The ceremony is in fifteen minutes. What the fuck are we going to do?”
Nancy quickly turns towards Dustin, giving him a serious look. “I want a full search party. Don’t stop looking until you guys find them. I’ll handle the guests. They’ve got to be around here somewhere. I swear, I’m going to kill them both when we find them.”
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“Eddie, we’re going to be late.” You worry, looking down at your fiancé as he kneeled in front of you- his hands snaking underneath your dress as you help him bunch it up. “You’ve gotta be quick.”
“Okay, baby.” Eddie promises, rising back up from the floor of the coat room before he presses his lips hungrily against yours “I’ll be quick. I can be quick.”
He reaches down to the button of his dress pants, popping it up as your manicured fingers grip his dick through the fabric.
“Fuck, you look so beautiful.” He whispers, backing you into the wall behind you as he kisses you hard. “So fucking gorgeous. My beautiful fucking bride. God, I can’t wait to see you at the end of that aisle.”
“Guess you really can’t wait, huh?” You laugh as you tug down his zipper, pulling your hand into his pants to free his hard cock.
“Nope. Not when you look like that.” Eddie pants as you begin to stroke his dick, slowly working from the base to the sensitive tip “Oh, fuuuck, that feels good, baby. Need to be inside of you. Right now.”
“Okay.” You nod “How do you want me?”
“Fuck,” Eddie moans “Turn around and put your hands against the wall. As much as I wanna watch how pretty my bride looks, I need to cum fast. Okay? That okay?”
“Yes.” You nod “Want you to cum fast. Want you to fill me up.”
And those words had Eddie in a fucking trance.
“Yeah, baby? You want me to cum inside of you? Hm? You want me to fill you up so good that you have my fucking cum dripping down your thighs when you walk down the aisle to me? Yeah? Fuck, the hottest part? No one out there is gonna fucking know that I bred you before the wedding even fucking started.”
“Eddie!” You gasp, slightly in shock by his filthy words but they were making you so wet
“Mmm! They won’t even have to know, sweetheart. We can keep this between you and me. No, nobody has to know that you’re such a fucking slut for my cum that I’m gonna put a baby in you by the end of the honeymoon. God, can you imagine it? My pregnant wife. Your belly all round with my fucking kid. God, Mrs. Munson, you’re gonna look so hot. S’that what you want?”
“Yes, Eds…” You whine out “Wanna have your baby. Wanna be your wife. Want your big fucking cock.”
“That’s right, sweetheart. Stick that ass out for me. Thaaaat’s it…”
You do as you’re told, firmly placing your palms against the wall and arching your back for him. Eddie scoops up the back of your dress, holding it up in his fist as he uses his other hand to run his fingers up and down your clothed pussy.
“Fuck.” Eddie tsks “You’re fucking soaking. All for me. Yeah? All for your husband, baby?”
“Y-yes,” You gasp “All for you, Eddie. Please fuck me.”
“Oh sweetheart, I’m gonna fuck you, don’t worry. I’m gonna please my bride. But first, before you slip that ring on my finger, I need you to get off on them. Think you can do that?”
You nod desperately as Eddie smirks, watching over your shoulder as you admire him in his tux- ready for your big day. But first, he was ready to ruin you.
Eddie hooks his fingers into your panties, tugging them down your legs as he helps you step out of them- letting them sit in a pile on the floor.
The rough pads of his fingers glide up and down your slit teasingly, causing you to gasp and arch your back into him further.
“Fuck, baby. You are a fucking vision like this.” Eddie praises “My wife bent over and dripping for me. Letting me fuck you before our wedding. Being such a good girl and letting me fill you up before our honeymoon. Fuuuck….gonna give it to you so fucking good for treating me so well, sweetheart.”
The pads of his fingers meet your needy clit as he begins to rub it in slow circles, causing you to moan as your eyes roll into the back of your head in ecstasy.
“Oh, baby…” Eddie groans “Fuck, I don’t even need to fuck you with my fingers, do I? You’re already so fucking ready for me.”
“I’m always ready for you, Eds.” You pant as he begins to slide a finger inside of you, making you feel full with just the one digit.
“That’s right, baby.” He says “That’s why I’m marrying you. Well, I mean- that’s not the only reason but-“
“Eddie, just shut up and finger me, please.” You plead, your pussy aching for more.
“Okay, angel.” He laughs, leaving forward to press a kiss to your forehead “I got you, baby, I promise. Don’t worry.”
And when Eddie makes promises, he delivers.
Your back arches even further as he slips another finger inside of you, pumping them in and out of you in a way that turns you into a moaning mess beneath him.
“Oh my god, Eddie!” You hiss “Deeper, please.”
“Okay, Mrs. Munson.” He smirks “Whatever you wish.”
He plunges his fingers back into you as far as they could go, all the way down to the thick silver rings that adorned them.
“Fuck. Should’ve taken these off.” He says but you shake your head, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as you focus on the feel of the cool metal that was almost deep enough to be inside of you.
“No, Eds. Feels good. So good.”
“Yeah?” He hums “Ready for more?”
“Please.”
Eddie begins to curl his fingers inside of you, brushing up against the perfect spot that had you gasping and desperate each time. It was his favorite part of foreplay, watching you fall apart for him on his fingers.
“Oooooh my god!” You squeak, causing Eddie to smirk as he watches you take his fingers. Right before your wedding ceremony. In a dark coat room near the back of the reception hall.
“Oh fuck! Keep doing that!” You cry out, feeling Eddie’s fingertips brush up against your sweet spot over and over again.
“Yeah? S’that where you like it, baby?” He teases, eyes glued to where you were gushing for him- the wet noises of your pussy becoming obscene inside the walls of the small room.
“Yes!” You cry out, his attack on your g-spot getting you closer and closer to your orgasm “Please, Eddie! Please, please, please!”
“You gonna cum, sweetheart? Hm?” Eddie patronizes “You gonna cum for your husband?”
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Gonna cum for you! Gonna cum so-“ you gasp “-Fucking hard!”
“That’s right, sweetheart. You’re gonna cum all over these fingers. Fuck, can’t wait to make you cum all over them every…single…fucking…day. For the rest of my goddamn life. Fuuuuck…c’mon, baby. Fuckin’ give it to me, doll!”
And that’s what throws you over, immediately hitting your high as you cry out in white hot desperation.
description: you know those men that say "i don't want kids?" yeah, this isn't one of them. this is about eddie munson willingly attending tea parties in a feather boa and considering it the highest honor of his life.
pairing: stepdad!eddie x singlemom!reader
tags: stepdad!eddie, no y/n, girldad!eddie, so much fluff your eyes will water and your teeth will fall out, domestic fluff, zero plot all vibes, he is in fact the father that stepped up, rosie is his everything, she calls him dad, baby dad ain't shit, yes he lets her paint his nails and do his hair, oh my god this is the cutest shit ever, eddie is so girl-dad coded
TW: slight angst, tooth rotting fluff
WC: 7.5k
A/N: requested by my dearest @bitterestwillow hope you enjoy queen <33
(soft girl-dad eddie is my apology after "I Told You Things"). this shit made my eyes water and my feet kick the entire time while writing. i know having a kid isn't everyones ff cup of tea but i promise, it's worth it. let me know what you guys think :)
reblogs are always appreciated, friends <33
“Excuse me, sweetheart,” a voice from behind stops you mid-step.
You look up from the sea of plumbing fixtures with a sigh already halfway out of your chest, one hand gripping the shopping cart while the other clutches a list that might as well have been written in another language. PVC elbows. Pipe thread tape. Half-inch coupler.
Somewhere between watching a three-year-old full-time and trying to keep a roof over both your heads, you'd apparently become the designated handyman too.
You turn to find a man with long curls spilling over a faded Metallica shirt and a worn flannel rolled up to his elbows, exposing an array of tattoos.
He points toward the floor, "I think these are yours."
Your eyes immediately drop to the little cardboard box of screws that had apparently slipped from your arm, scattering across the concrete. Before you can bend down, he's already crouched, gathering them one by one.
"Oh my God, thank you," you mutter, already embarrassed. "Today's just... one of those days."
He stands, holding the box out to you. "Trust me, I have a lot of those."
Before you can answer, the tiny voice from your shopping cart pipes up.
"Mama forgot apples."
You look over at your daughter, whose legs are happily swinging from the front of the cart as if the world isn't actively trying to kick your ass.
"We're not at the grocery store, bug."
"I know."
"So..."
"I still wanted apples."
The man snorts, trying to hide it behind his hand, and you can't help smiling despite yourself. He glances at the collection of fittings in your cart before looking back at you.
"So... you remodeling your house or planning on flooding it?"
You hold up the wrinkled list. "My kitchen sink won't stop leaking."
He nods once. "And you got sent here with that list?"
"My landlord told me it'd be an 'easy fix.'"
His face immediately says everything. "Oh..."
"What?"
He scratches the back of his neck. "I mean... no offense to your landlord, but he's either lazy or doesn't know what he's talking about."
You laugh, genuinely this time. "Could be both."
"Probably both."
He steps beside your cart and gently picks up one of the connectors you'd grabbed. "You don't actually need this one."
"No?"
"Nope."
He swaps it for another. "And this thread tape is garbage."
"It is?"
"It's the cheapest stuff they make."
"I picked it because it was the cheapest stuff they make."
He smiles. "Fair enough."
For the next ten minutes, he walks beside you through the aisle, explaining everything in terms that actually make sense instead of sounding like a repair manual. He never talks down to you, never makes you feel stupid, just casually points things out with an easy patience that surprises you.
Your daughter has apparently decided he's the most fascinating person she's ever seen.
She leans over the cart. "Mister."
He looks over. "Yeah?"
"I like your hair."
He instinctively reaches up to touch it. "Thanks."
"You look like a lion."
You slap a hand over your mouth to keep from laughing.
He pauses for a second before grinning. "I've been called worse."
She nods thoughtfully. "I have a unicorn."
"That's awesome."
"It's pink."
"My favorite color."
Her eyes widen. "No way."
"Way."
She gasps dramatically and immediately begins digging through the pile of toys she'd somehow accumulated in the shopping cart.
You rub your forehead. "I'm so sorry."
"For what?"
"She adopts people."
He glances down at the little girl now proudly presenting him with a stuffed dinosaur that has clearly seen better days. "I'm being recruited?"
"I'm afraid so."
He accepts the dinosaur with complete seriousness. "An honor."
Your daughter beams. Mission accomplished.
After another few minutes, he places the final item into your cart. "There."
You stare at the contents. "So... this should actually fix it?"
"Should."
You hesitate, then smile sheepishly. "You don't happen to know how to install it too, right?"
The words leave your mouth before you can stop them, and you immediately regret them.
"Oh my God, forget I said that."
He laughs. "No, actually..." He rubs the back of his neck. "I do."
"You do?"
"Spent enough years fixing my uncle's trailer. Not licensed or anything, but I know what I'm doing."
You study him for another second. "And what's the catch?"
"The catch?"
"Nobody just offers to fix a complete stranger's sink."
His eyebrows lift. "I wasn't exactly offering."
"No?"
"I was kind of waiting to see if you'd ask."
You laugh. "So now that I have?"
He pretends to think. "Hmm..."
Your daughter kicks her feet again. "Mama makes yummy grilled cheese."
He looks at her. "She does?"
She nods emphatically. "And tomato soup."
You cover your face. "Honey..."
She points at him. "He can come over."
He immediately raises both hands. "For the record, I support stranger danger."
"He doesn't look dangerous."
"I appreciate that very much."
She studies him another second. "You got nice eyes."
His ears actually turn pink. "Thank you."
Then she sticks out one tiny hand. "I'm Rosie."
He shakes it with complete sincerity. "I'm Eddie."
She smiles like she's known him forever.
You don't know what possesses you to trust him. Maybe it's the way he talks to your daughter like she's a real person instead of a nuisance. Maybe it's because he's spent the last fifteen minutes helping you without expecting anything in return.
Or maybe it's because, for the first time in what feels like years, someone looked at you and didn't see a burden. He just saw you.
"So..." you say carefully. "If you're sure..."
He shrugs. "I'll fix your sink."
"And if it turns out to be a bigger problem?"
"Then I'll tell you honestly."
"And if you can't fix it?"
"We'll order pizza and pretend we never touched it."
A laugh slips out before you can stop it. "That's a terrible plan."
"It's worked for me before."
Rosie is already nodding enthusiastically. "I like pizza."
He leans closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "I think she's on my side."
You smile. "I think she’s usually on the opposite of mine."
Neither of you could've known then that the sink would be fixed in under twenty minutes. Or that he'd stay another three hours because Rosie insisted on showing him every stuffed animal she owned.
Or that he'd come back the next weekend because she'd proudly announced she wanted to show him her coloring book.
Or that months later she'd accidentally call him "Dad," clap both hands over her mouth in horror, and burst into tears because she thought she'd hurt his feelings.
And years after that, if anyone ever asked Eddie Munson when he met the love of his life, he'd grin and tell them it happened in the plumbing aisle because a stubborn little girl needed apples and her exhausted mother didn't know the difference between a pipe coupling and a garden hose.
2 years later…
By the time you pull into the driveway, your shoulders are aching from wrestling grocery bags in and out of the trunk, and your patience has been thoroughly tested by the woman in front of you at the checkout who insisted on writing a check in the year 1998.
You manage to hook three bags over one arm, another two over the other, and nudge the front door closed behind you with your hip.
The house is quiet for approximately three seconds, then you hear it: a tiny burst of giggling. Then another. Then Eddie's voice, dramatically lowered into what can only be described as a very serious royal accent.
"I'm terribly sorry, Your Majesty, but Sir Teddy Bear has informed me that the strawberry scones have been stolen by dragons."
Rosie's gasp is so loud you hear it from the foyer. "No!"
"I'm afraid so."
"The pink dragons or the green ones?"
"The pink ones."
She sighs dramatically. "They're always doing that."
You quietly set the grocery bags on the kitchen counter before peeking around the corner into the living room, and your heart almost physically stops.
The coffee table has been pushed against the wall, a floral blanket spread neatly across the rug with every stuffed animal Rosie owns arranged in a perfect little circle. Tiny plastic teacups are balanced precariously in front of each guest, alongside mismatched toy plates covered in invisible desserts.
And sitting right in the middle of it all...is Eddie.
He's cross-legged on the floor, his long curls pulled into two horribly uneven pigtails secured with glittery pink scrunchies. Rosie has somehow convinced him to wear a feather boa, an oversized plastic pearl necklace, and a paper crown that's hanging halfway off his head.
He still has a black band tee and jeans on, of course. The tiara somehow makes it look even cooler.
Rosie notices you first. "Mama!"
She jumps up and nearly spills an imaginary cup of tea all over herself before sprinting toward you, wrapping herself around your legs.
"Eddie's having tea with us."
"I can see that."
She beams proudly. "He knows all the rules."
You glance over at him as he lifts the tiny plastic teacup with absolute dignity. "I've been informed that my pinky needs to stay out."
Rosie immediately corrects him. "It stays up."
"My apologies."
He raises it another inch. "Better?"
She nods approvingly. "Much."
You can't stop smiling. "What exactly am I looking at here?"
Rosie grabs your hand and starts dragging you toward the blanket. "We're princesses."
Eddie quietly adds, "I'm Princess Sparkles."
You bite your lip so hard it almost hurts. "Princess Sparkles?"
He nods solemnly. "I wasn't given a choice."
Rosie immediately spins around. "You picked that one."
He freezes. "...I was given a choice."
She points a tiny accusing finger at him. "You said it was the coolest one."
"It was."
"You said sparkles make everything better."
"They do."
"So you wanted it."
He looks over at you with complete resignation. "I have no defense."
Rosie climbs right back onto the blanket before patting the empty spot beside her. "Mama, sit."
You carefully lower yourself onto the floor, smoothing your jeans beneath you. Immediately, Rosie starts pouring from an empty plastic teapot into your equally empty cup.
"This one's raspberry."
You take a sip with complete seriousness. "Oh my goodness."
She smiles. "It's yummy."
"It's delicious."
Eddie clears his throat. "If I may..."
Rosie nods graciously. "You may."
He lifts his cup. "I detect notes of raspberry with... perhaps a hint of gasoline."
Rosie frowns. "No."
"No?"
"No gasoline."
"My mistake."
She leans over and whispers loudly enough for everyone to hear. "It's strawberries."
He nods in understanding. "Ah. An excellent vintage."
She looks unbelievably proud of herself.
The tea party continues for another twenty minutes, complete with imaginary cookies, a lengthy debate between Bunny and Mr. Dinosaur over proper table manners, and Rosie insisting everyone sing happy birthday to a stuffed giraffe whose birthday appears to have been invented on the spot.
Eventually, she crawls into Eddie's lap without thinking, settling there like it's the most natural place in the world. He absentmindedly smooths a hand over her hair while continuing an entirely serious conversation with the stuffed giraffe.
"And how old are you turning today?"
Rosie answers for it. "Six."
"Oh wow."
"But not really."
"Oh."
"It's pretend."
"Right."
"You're bad at pretending."
"I'm learning."
She reaches up and gently fixes one of his crooked pigtails. "There."
He smiles. "Thanks, sweetheart."
Your chest aches. Not because of anything dramatic. Not because of all the nights you sat awake wondering if Rosie would grow up wondering why she wasn't enough for someone to stay. It aches because she no longer wonders.
She has Eddie. The man currently accepting fake tea from a five-year-old with the same reverence most people reserve for expensive wine. The man wearing a plastic tiara without a single complaint. The man who never once made her feel like she wasn't his.
He catches your eye from across the blanket, so you smile at him softly. He smiles back.
Then Rosie reaches up and shoves another glittery necklace over his curls. "There."
He looks down. "What does this one make me?"
She grins so wide her cheeks puff out. "My daddy."
Silence settles over the room for just a heartbeat. Eddie doesn't hesitate; he just looks up at her with the gentlest expression you've ever seen and presses a kiss against the top of her head.
"My favorite title I've ever had."
Rosie simply nods like that was the obvious answer all along before returning to her tea.
By the time Rosie is tucked into bed, complete with three stuffed animals, one bedtime story, a glass of water she absolutely won't drink, and a solemn promise that you'll check for monsters under the bed even though she's well aware monsters don't exist, the house has settled into that quiet only late evenings seem capable of producing.
The dishwasher hums softly in the kitchen. The television is on low volume, neither of you really paying attention to whatever old movie is playing.
You've long since changed into one of Eddie's old shirts, sleeves swallowing your hands, and he's stretched out on the couch with his legs kicked over the coffee table, one arm lazily draped around your shoulders while the other balances a bottle of beer against his knee.
You're tucked comfortably against his side, your own beer untouched for the last fifteen minutes because somehow you've become completely distracted tracing absentminded circles against his forearm.
Neither of you says much; you never really have to. Comfortable silence had become one of your favorite languages together. After almost two years, it isn't awkward anymore; it's simply home.
Eddie presses a kiss against your temple before taking another sip of his beer. "Can I ask you something?"
You tilt your head up. "When have you ever waited for permission?"
He grins. "Fair."
He looks back toward the television for another moment before his expression softens. "You don't have to answer."
Your fingers stop moving.
"But..." He shrugs. "I realized the other day I don't actually know what happened."
You don't have to ask; you know exactly what he means.
He keeps his voice careful. "Rosie's dad."
For a second, all you do is stare at the condensation rolling down your bottle. It's funny. People assume single mothers talk about it all the time. In reality...you spend most of your life trying not to.
After a quiet moment, you let out a slow breath. "I was married."
You feel Eddie's arm tighten ever so slightly around your shoulders, but he doesn't interrupt.
"We got married young."
You smile faintly, though there's no humor in it. "I thought that was what you were supposed to do."
He stays quiet.
"So we got married, got an apartment together, talked about vacations we'd never actually take because money was always tight."
You laugh softly. "We used to argue over whose turn it was to buy toilet paper."
Eddie smiles. "The truly romantic stuff."
"The glamorous side of marriage."
Your smile fades. "When I found out I was pregnant... I was terrified."
You look down at your hands. "I remember sitting in the bathroom, staring at the test, thinking there had to be a mistake."
"And then?"
"And then I got excited."
Your voice comes out almost embarrassingly quiet. "I started making lists. I looked at baby names. I started clipping little nursery ideas out of magazines. I remember standing in the grocery store crying because I walked past baby socks."
A tiny laugh escapes you. "They were so little."
Eddie reaches over and quietly intertwines his fingers with yours, and you squeeze them.
"I couldn't wait to tell him."
You stare at the floor.
"He didn't cry. He didn't smile. He just looked at me."
The silence stretches.
"I remember asking him if he was okay. He just stood and told me he'd be back later."
You swallow. "He wasn't."
You blink a couple times before continuing. "He started coming home less. He worked late. He stopped touching me. Hell, he stopped looking at me."
Your voice remains remarkably calm. "I found lipstick on one of his shirts."
Eddie's jaw clenches.
"I asked him about it." You laugh quietly. "He told me I was hormonal."
"A month later, he asked for a divorce."
Eddie finally looks down at you. You don't look angry anymore; you just look tired.
"He actually used the words..." You smile bitterly. "'I think we've grown into different people.'"
He says nothing.
"So I signed." Your thumb rubs absentmindedly over the bottle label. "A week later he moved in with someone else."
"A girl barely old enough to drink." You let out another humorless little laugh. "My mother called it trading in for a younger model."
You look toward the ceiling. "I think she was trying to make me laugh."
"Did it?"
"A little."
Your eyes drift toward the hallway leading to Rosie's room.
"He never came to appointments. He wasn't there when she was born. He didn't call. He didn't write. He never met her."
Eddie's entire face has gone still. "He knows about her?"
You nod once. "He just... didn't want her."
The words hang in the room. Simple, matter-of-fact. Far crueler because of it.
You shrug one shoulder. "It took me a long time not to think there was something wrong with me."
Your voice cracks for the first time. "Then I worried there was something wrong with her."
Eddie turns immediately. "There isn't."
"I know that now."
"But at three in the morning with a newborn who won't stop crying and bills stacked on the counter..."
You smile through watery eyes. "You start asking yourself questions you know aren't true."
Without saying a word, Eddie reaches over and gently takes your beer from your hand before setting both bottles on the coffee table. Then he wraps both arms around you, like he's trying to hold every broken piece anyone else ever left behind.
You bury your face into his shirt, and he presses his cheek against your hair. After a minute, he quietly says, "Can I tell you something?"
You nod.
"The first day I met Rosie..."
You smile despite yourself. "The hardware store?"
"The hardware store."
He chuckles softly. "When she held out that stuffed dinosaur and told me his name was Mr. Pickles..."
You laugh through your sniffle. "It was Mr. Sprinkles."
"Oh." He grins. "See? I wasn't listening."
"You absolutely were."
"I wasn't."
"You were."
"I was busy because this tiny little person had just informed me that dinosaurs eat grilled cheese."
"They do."
"They absolutely do." He kisses your forehead. "I remember thinking..."
"...that if I ever got lucky enough to have a kid someday..." His voice lowers. "I hoped they'd look at me the way she did."
You close your eyes.
"And then I kept coming over." Another kiss against your temple. "And somewhere along the way..."
He shrugs against you. "...I stopped imagining some hypothetical kid."
"It was just Rosie."
You feel your throat tighten and he smiles into your hair. "I don't know the first thing about biology. I don't care whose eyes she has. I don't care whose nose she has. I don't care who signed what paper or what his last name was."
He gently tips your chin up until you're looking at him. "I've been hers since she handed me that beat-up stuffed dinosaur."
You can't stop the tears anymore, and he wipes one away with his thumb.
"And for the record..." His voice is impossibly soft. "The biggest idiot in Indiana walked away from you."
He gives you that crooked little grin that still makes your heart flutter after all this time. "Worked out pretty great for me, though."
You laugh, sniffling. "Yeah?"
"Oh, absolutely."
He starts counting on his fingers. "I got the prettiest girl I've ever met."
You roll your eyes. "Mm-hmm."
"I got a kid who thinks dinosaurs eat grilled cheese."
"They do."
"They absolutely do."
"And..." He leans over to steal a quick kiss. "I got invited to tea parties."
"A real privilege."
"The highest honor."
You smile into another kiss. Then he rests his forehead against yours and murmurs so quietly you're not sure he even meant to say it out loud.
"I didn't step up because someone else stepped out." His thumb brushes your cheek. "I stepped up because I fell in love with you."
"And somewhere along the way..." His smile softens into something almost impossibly gentle. "...I fell in love with her too."
You don't answer; you just lean into him until he's practically swallowing you whole with one of his hugs.
The familiar rumble of Eddie's van pulls into the driveway just as Rosie finishes painting approximately half of your thumbnail and almost all of your finger.
She leans back with a look of absolute pride. "There."
You hold your hand up to admire the aggressively uneven layer of bright pink polish coating your nail and cuticle alike. "It's beautiful, bug."
"I know."
She nods very matter-of-factly before dipping the tiny brush back into the bottle with all the confidence of a seasoned professional and absolutely none of the precision. The front door creaks open a second later.
"I'm home!" Eddie calls.
Rosie's head whips toward the foyer so quickly she nearly launches the polish across the living room. "Daddy!"
She abandons your half-finished manicure entirely and hops off the couch, bare feet slapping against the hardwood as she sprints toward him. You hear him laugh before you even see him.
"Whoa, whoa, easy there."
You round the corner just in time to see Rosie wrap herself around one of his legs. Eddie looks exactly like he always does after work at the shop.
His curls are tied back in a loose bun that's already halfway fallen out; there's grease smeared across his cheekbone and forearms, his old band shirt is stained with oil, and his jeans look like they've survived some kind of explosion underneath a car.
He crouches down anyway. "Hi, sweetheart."
She immediately wrinkles her nose. "You're dirty."
He looks down at himself. "...Little bit."
"A lot bit."
"Maybe a lot bit."
She reaches up and pokes a streak of grease on his arm with one tiny finger. "Ew."
He gasps dramatically. "Excuse me? This is artisan-grade mechanic seasoning."
"It looks yucky."
"It probably is."
He scoops her up anyway, careful to keep his hands away from her clothes as much as possible before carrying her over to where you're standing. His tired eyes immediately soften the second they land on you.
"Hi, pretty girl."
You smile. "Hi yourself."
He leans down, stopping just short of kissing you. "I'm gross."
"I noticed."
"You sure?"
You grab the front of his shirt and kiss him anyway, grease and all. When you pull away, he looks almost offended. "I literally smell like motor oil."
"And?"
"And you kissed me."
"I happen to like motor oil."
He grins. "Liar."
Rosie wedges herself between the two of you. "You both smell funny."
You snort. "Thanks, Rosie."
"You're welcome."
Eddie presses a quick kiss to the top of her head. "I'm gonna go shower before I contaminate the entire house."
She watches him head toward the hallway before suddenly remembering something incredibly important. "Wait!"
He turns. "Yeah?"
"I'm painting nails."
His eyebrows lift. "Are you now?"
She proudly holds up the tiny bottle. "And after Mommy's..."
She points directly at him. "...I'm doing yours."
He looks at you, and you very helpfully shrug. "I don't make the rules."
He presses a hand dramatically to his chest. "I've been selected?"
"You have."
He smiles at Rosie. "You got black?"
She blinks. "What?"
"Black nail polish."
She looks down into the little plastic basket of colors before digging through every bottle with increasing concern. "No..."
He sighs dramatically. "Of course."
She brightens. "I have sparkles."
He looks at you, and you bite your lip. He already knows he's doomed. "Well..."
He says carefully. "...dealer's choice."
Rosie gasps like she's just been entrusted with the nuclear launch codes. "Really?"
"Mhm."
She nods once with complete seriousness. "I know exactly what to do."
You exchange a look with Eddie. He mouths, Help. You smile sweetly. Absolutely not.
Twenty minutes later, he's freshly showered, hair still damp around his shoulders, wearing an old pair of gray sweatpants and one of your favorite oversized Sabbath shirts. He sits obediently on the living room floor while Rosie carefully arranges her entire nail polish collection around him. You curl up on the couch behind them, pretending to read while secretly watching everything.
Rosie picks up one bottle, sets it down. Another, sets it down. Then…she finds it. The brightest, loudest, most offensively glitter-infested neon purple imaginable. You physically have to cover your mouth.
Eddie eyes it suspiciously. "...That's the one?"
She nods enthusiastically. "It's princess purple."
"Oh."
"And sparkles."
"I see."
"And hearts."
"I can... also see that."
"And glitter."
"I definitely see that."
She beams. "It's pretty."
He looks at her, then at the bottle, then back at her. Without another word, he extends both hands. "Do your worst."
Rosie giggles so hard she almost falls over. For the next half hour, she paints with absolute artistic freedom. The polish ends up on his fingers, his knuckles. One suspicious streak somehow appears halfway up his thumb.
She pauses every few minutes to inspect her work before adding another layer. When she's finally done, she grabs both of his hands and holds them up proudly. "There."
Eddie examines them with complete sincerity. "...Rosie."
She waits expectantly.
"I think these are the coolest nails I've ever had."
Her entire face lights up. "Really?"
"Oh yeah." He wiggles his fingers dramatically. "I've never looked more fabulous."
She immediately launches herself into his lap for a hug. He catches her without hesitation, wrapping one arm around her while being careful not to smudge his fresh manicure. You watch them from the couch, smiling so hard your cheeks hurt.
Rosie pulls back just enough to admire his nails again. "I made you pretty."
He gently tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. "You always do, sweetheart."
She yawns a huge, sleepy little yawn, the kind that scrunches up her whole face. Eddie notices instantly.
"You getting tired?"
She shakes her head, then yawns again. "No."
"Mhm."
"I'm not." Another yawn.
He smiles knowingly. "Sure."
She curls herself against his chest anyway. Within maybe three minutes, she's completely asleep. Eddie looks over at you, careful not to move too much.
His hands are still decorated in violently purple glitter polish. His stepdaughter is slightly drooling on his shirt. His hair is still damp. He looks happier than you've ever seen another human being.
You quietly reach over and lace your fingers with his. He glances down, then back at you.
"So..." You whisper. "You gonna keep the nails for work tomorrow?"
He looks at his hands, looks at Rosie, looks back at you, and smiles. "Absolutely."
"You know the guys are gonna make fun of you."
He shrugs. "They can."
You raise an eyebrow. "They won't bother you?"
He looks down at the little girl asleep against his chest and gently kisses the top of her head.
"I'd let this kid paint my entire face green if it made her smile."
He glances back at his sparkly purple fingertips. "As far as I'm concerned..."
He wiggles them proudly. "...these are the coolest damn mechanic hands in Hawkins."
The house has long since gone quiet.
The dishes are done, the lights downstairs are off, and somewhere outside, rain taps softly against the bedroom window. The fan hums overhead, filling the room with the kind of gentle white noise that always seems to lull everyone to sleep.
Rosie had insisted on one extra story tonight. Then one extra hug. Then one extra glass of water. Then one extra kiss for Mr. Sprinkles. Then another for herself. If you give a mouse a cookie, or whatever they say.
By the time you'd finally pulled her bedroom door closed, she'd already been halfway asleep.
Now you're curled beneath the blankets with your head resting on Eddie's chest, absentmindedly tracing lazy circles against his side while he combs his fingers through your hair. Neither of you is talking anymore, the exhaustion of the day settling comfortably over both of you.
His lips brush the top of your head. "You asleep?"
"Almost."
"Liar."
"Mhm."
"You drooled on my shirt."
"I absolutely did not."
"You absolutely did."
You smile into his chest. "I think you're making things up."
"I would never."
"You literally convinced Rosie last week there were raccoons that delivered pizza."
"There could be."
"There aren't."
"You don't know that."
You laugh quietly, the sound muffled against him. "I love you."
He doesn't even pause. "I love you more."
"You can't prove that."
"I can."
"How?"
"I made you grilled cheese with the crusts cut off yesterday."
"I didn't ask you to."
"You didn't have to."
You shake your head, smiling to yourself. You don't know how much time passes before a tiny knock sounds against the bedroom door. Three little taps, then another.
Then the knob slowly turns. The door opens only wide enough for a small face to peek through. Rosie's eyes are watery; her little bottom lip trembles when she spots the two of you.
"Mama?"
Your heart immediately softens. You sit up before she's even finished speaking. "What is it, bug?"
She clutches Mr. Sprinkles tighter against her chest. "I had a bad dream." Her voice is so quiet you almost don't hear it.
You hold your hand out. "C'mere."
She doesn't hesitate. Bare feet shuffle across the hardwood before she climbs onto the bed, crawling right between the two of you without so much as asking permission, as though she'd done it a hundred times before.
Maybe she has. You immediately pull the blankets over her little shoulders while Eddie scoots closer from the other side, making sure she's tucked safely between you.
Rosie simply curls into your side, one hand reaching across until it finds Eddie's sleeve. She hangs onto it tightly. You smooth her hair back from her forehead.
"Wanna tell us about it?"
She shakes her head. "It was scary."
"I know."
"There was a loud noise."
You gently rub circles against her back. "But you're here now."
She nods once, then another sniffle. "You guys are here."
"We are."
"And we're not going anywhere."
She wiggles a little closer until she's practically glued to both of you at once. Eddie quietly reaches over and tucks a stray piece of hair behind her ear.
"You know what's nice about bad dreams?"
She looks up at him with sleepy, curious eyes. "What?"
"They end."
She thinks about that. "They do?"
"They always do."
"And then you wake up."
She nods slowly. "I woke up."
"You did."
"And then I came here."
"You did."
"And now you're with us."
Rosie looks down at Mr. Sprinkles before whispering, "He got scared too."
Eddie leans over to inspect the stuffed dinosaur with complete seriousness. "He seems pretty brave to me."
"He was pretending."
"Oh."
"He didn't want me to be scared."
Eddie smiles softly. "I think he did a pretty good job."
Rosie considers that before giving the dinosaur a little kiss on the nose. After another quiet minute, she yawns. One of those enormous little yawns that seems far too big for someone so tiny.
You can't help smiling. "Tired?"
She immediately shakes her head, then yawns again. "No."
"Mhm."
"No."
She curls up even smaller anyway, one hand still tangled in your pajama sleeve now, the other resting against Eddie's arm.
You feel Eddie's hand find yours over the blankets, his fingers lacing through yours without a word. Rosie's eyes are already drifting closed. Just before she falls asleep, she mumbles something so quietly you almost miss it.
"I'm happy."
You glance across at Eddie, and he's already looking at her.
"What made you think of that, sweetheart?" he asks softly.
Her eyes never open. "I like when we're all together."
Your throat tightens instantly.
She nestles deeper beneath the blankets. "I like my home."
A few seconds later, she's asleep; completely, peacefully asleep.
You and Eddie don't move; you don't dare. He looks over at you in the darkness, and there's something in his expression that says everything words can't.
You reach over the little lump of blankets between you and rest your hand against his cheek. He turns just enough to press a kiss into your palm.
this shit actually made me ugly cry from pure content
im ovulating and thinking a lot of thoughts about rockstar!eddie in the late 80’s / early 90’s…
minors do not interact, 18+ only | tw: no y/n, afab!groupie, mention of drug use, mentions of alcohol use, sex toys (f!receiving), anal, written in a hurry
rockstar!eddie’s absolutely the type to use coke just for the hell of it (mainly because other musicians he’s friends with are using it, but he’s not doing it daily ok? he knows better than that) and just leave with the first groupie in a skimpy outfit that approaches him
he’d probably let her take him home (he’s tired of being sued by hotels for destruction of property or whatever the fuck it’s called). he’s still buzzing from his last hit, and she’s probably a little too buzzed from the alcohol, but neither of them really care too much about any of it
her room is probably a little messy — too many corroded coffin posters plastered on the walls, a gigantic pile of clothes thrown in the corner of the room, her wand vibrator still plugged in and just laying on her bedside table without a care in the world
which, obviously, immediately steals his attention away from her
eddie can feel the comedown approaching and, honestly? he’d rather have that happening if he was home, so he could just go straight to bed, but he’s not; so he takes another line
off her pussy, obviously
he’s a rockstar, and it’s the late 80’s/early 90’s after all, who cares if it’s a bad idea?
and the view of the thin white line beautifully and carefully spread right above her clit? the smell of her leaking pussy lingering in the air? fuck, yeah, that’s gets him going alright
but his eyes just keep fucking trailing back to the godforsaken wand on her nightstand and he can’t help it; his nose is burning, his heart is pounding, he has a really hot girl spread out for him and a vibrator in his reach
don’t be surprised if eddie doesn’t take his jeans off, he’s too busy to take it off okay? he’s trailing the wand from her clit to her messy slit, slowly pushing the vibrating head in, taking it out, and pushing it back in into her pussy until she slowly stretches around it and the broad fucking head of her wand just disappears in her greedy hole
he’s probably gulping down, trying his best not to blink because he doesn’t wanna miss a single, sinful frame of what’s happening in front of him
and when he finally gives his aching cock some fucking attention, he’s lying on his side, chest flush to her back as he all but growls for her to keep her fucking leg up so he can sink into her tight ass and keep abusing her cunt with the wand
eddie is a vocal man, always has been, always will be — but this? cock buried deep in her ass, while the thin wall separating her two holes vibrates uncontrollably as he keeps the broad head of the wand in her greedy pussy? jesus, it basically makes him scream
and when he finally comes, filling her ass with his thick, sticky white ropes, he’ll finally turn the wand off and pull out. he’ll push her back onto her back, make her hold her thighs flush against her chest as he reaches for the switch and turns the wand back on
he keeps it there, buried deep in her greedy pussy until his load is basically trembling out of her ass and dripping on the bed
jesus, yeah, this is definitely something that’ll go to his spank bank
please do not let anyone snort coke off your pussy, you’ll feel the consequences for a week or so, speaking from uh— yeah
Corruption kink devil Eddie (and reader lowkey) fucking innocent angel fem!reader in the garden of Eden (catapulting Vecna and what not into attacking the world, like the sin in society today yada yada). Reader doesn't know anatomy aside from basics (like, non-private areas are foreign entirely) .
But it just feels so good when he touches the peaks of your breasts. A fuzzy sensation that you've never felt before now present inn that area, as well as the space between your supple thighs.
Your cherubic face is flushed with a sweet tinge of rouge, pinched into such a lewd display of clearly foreign pleasure that his cock twitches beneath his loin cloth.
Your hips buck on some type of biological reaction, and a sound you'd never made before is suddenly punched out of you.
Eddie grins, a large clawed hand moving up to gently grip your jaw and opening your mouth to glide his tongue against yours. Drool seeps out of your mouth as you feel his hand sliding against the wetness inside your legs.
You practically start singing when he touches your clit– not that you know what it's called.
There's this guy I'm lowkey obsessed with irl and he's so sweet and dorky and I need him bad. I am a ride he would not survive... But still #need that. HE'S SO FUCKING CUTE AND HOT.
praise ⋮⋮ fingering ⋮⋮ light degradation (he calls r a slut) ⋮⋮ rough spanking ⋮⋮ dom!eddie ⋮⋮ 1.2k
note: i need him carnally, it's actually insane
“i said to count louder. you know what will happen to you if you don’t,” eddie coos, his large, ring-heavy hand soothing over your raw ass after delivering a particularly harsh smack.
you’re on all fours in the middle of his bed inside the trailer, wearing nothing but his faded hellfire club shirt. the soft, well-worn cotton drapes over your torso and brushes the tops of your thighs, but it’s ridden up completely, bunched around your waist. your ass is fully on display for him, cheeks already flushed and stinging, back arched just the way he likes.
“eight,” your voice cracks. your arms tremble from holding the position, fingers curled into his sheets.
eddie hums low in his throat, the sound almost pleased. his calloused palm glides over the heated flesh, kneading gently, almost reverently, before he delivers another sharp, loud crack.
“nine!” you cry out, tears spilling hot down your cheeks and onto the pillow beneath you.
he lets out a rough groan at the sight between your spread thighs, your arousal glistening, a thin string of it dripping down your pussy and onto his sheets.
“that’s it,” he murmurs, voice thick with dark awe. “holy shit...”
you whimper when his hand returns, cool rings dragging lightly over your tender, burning skin. the contrast makes you shiver.
“you like this, don’t you?” eddie’s tone drops lower. “little slut.”
his hand stays on your ass, rubbing slow circles over the hot skin as he shifts closer on the bed behind you. you can feel the mattress dip under his weight, hear the faint jingle of his belt and the rustle of his jeans as he settles in.
“we’re not done yet,” he says, almost conversational, like he’s deciding what song to play next. “you’re gonna give me three more. understand?”
you nod quickly, but that’s not enough for him.
“use your words.”
“yes,” you breathe, voice shaky.
“yes what?”
“yes, eddie.”
a low, satisfied sound rumbles out of him. “good girl.”
the next smack lands harder than the last few, the sound cracking through the small room. your whole body jolts forward.
“ten!” you choke out in a half-sob, half-moan.
eddie’s hand is there immediately, soothing again, but this time his fingers slide lower. he drags two thick digits through your folds, gathering the slick that’s gathered there. he holds his hand up where you can see it if you turn your head, shiny and wet, strings of your arousal clinging to his rings.
“look at you,” he says, almost laughing in disbelief. “you’re fucking dripping down your thighs. who knew all it takes is a few spanks to turn you into a whiny little mess.”
he wipes his fingers on the inside of your thigh, leaving a wet streak, then brings his hand back up. the next spank is lighter, almost teasing, and you find yourself disappointed.
“eleven!” your walls flutter and clench around nothing, clit throbbing with the desperate need to be touched.
eddie leans over you, chest brushing your back through his shirt. his free hand grips your hip, rings biting into your skin as he holds you still.
“one more,” he whispers against the shell of your ear. “you can do it, baby.”
the final smack is the hardest yet. it sends a fresh wave of heat blooming across your ass and makes your knees slip a little wider on the mattress. you cry out loud and broken, “twelve!”
for a moment there’s only the sound of your ragged breathing and the faint creak of the bed. eddie’s hand returns, but gentler now, both palms smoothing over your punished skin, thumbs pressing into the sore spots like he’s memorizing the way they feel. he spreads you open with his thumbs, just enough to watch another bead of slick slide out of you and drip onto the sheets.
“fuck,” he breathes. “so fucking pretty.”
one of his hands slips between your legs again, sinking two fingers into you without warning, slow but deep, curling them in the way that makes your head spin. you moan, pushing back against his hand instinctively.
“ah-ah,” eddie chides, pulling his fingers almost all the way out. “you don’t get to fuck yourself on my fingers yet. you’re gonna stay right there and let me play with this pretty pussy until i decide you’ve earned it.”
he pushes back in, scissoring his fingers, the wet sound obscene in the quiet trailer. his other hand never stops rubbing your ass, sometimes soothing, sometimes giving a light, warning slap that makes you clench around his fingers.
“god, you’re so fucking hot,” he groans. “when i wear that shirt to hellfire i’m gonna remember how you looked right now… on your hands and knees, with my handprint on your ass, while you’re crying and soaking my sheets.”
he curls his fingers again, finding that spot deep inside you that has you fighting to stay still and not push back against him. his thumb brushes your clit in lazy circles, just enough to make you whimper but not enough to let you cum.
“you wanna cum?” he asks, voice low and rough. “hm?”
he punctuates the question with another sharp smack on your already burning ass, fingers still buried deep inside you.
your answer comes out broken and desperate. “w-wanna cum s'bad, eds. please.”
“since you said please,” eddie chuckles darkly. “be a good girl and cum all over my fingers, baby.”
the tight coil in your belly snaps. a broken, high-pitched moan rips out of your throat as your orgasm crashes over you hard enough to make your vision blur at the edges.
“eddie—fuck—!”
your pussy clenches hard around his thick fingers. the force of it makes your thighs shake so hard your knees slip wider on the mattress. eddie’s free hand clamps down on your hip, rings biting into your skin as he holds you up.
“that’s it,” he growls against the back of your neck. “let go, baby.”
his fingers keep pumping, slow but deep, curling hard against that spot inside you with every thrust. his thumb never lets up on your clit, rubbing tight, relentless circles that drag the pleasurable waves out. every time your walls clamp down, another gush of slick floods around his knuckles, soaking his hand and dripping down your thighs in messy rivulets that join the wet patch already on his sheets.
your arms finally give out, chest dropping to the mattress in a soft thud, tears still streaming down your cheeks. your mouth hangs open against the pillow, little broken mewls spilling out with every pulse of your cunt around his fingers.
he works you through every aftershock, only slowing when your spasms start to ease.
eddie carefully pulls his fingers from you and you whimper at the emptiness.
“you did so fucking good for me,” he praises in your ear. “i’m so proud of you, baby.”
eddie carefully helps you roll onto your side, then pulls you back against his chest. he tucks your head under his chin, one ring-heavy hand stroking slowly through your hair while the other rests on your hip, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
