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Loving Mr. Munson-
You thought you were going to live your life Happily Ever After with your boyfriend Robbie Munson until you caught him cheating on you . Now that the Fairytale is over it's time to try to pick up the pieces and start over.
You decide to drop off some of your ex-boyfriend's things at his Father, Eddie Munson's house. Eddie, who had become your friend over the years comforts you, and while you are in his arms you realize maybe it was HIM you wanted all along....
This is an Older Eddie x Reader fic. There is also a 20ish year age gap between Eddie and Reader.Their relationship is totally and completely Loving and consensual. 🛑Mature Content- 18 +only Minors DNI🛑
Loving Mrs. Munson
You love your husband Eddie more than anything in the world, the years that you have been together have been the best years of your life. What could possibly make your life even more perfect? A baby.
It sounds amazing, doesn't it? Only life isn't always easy, sometimes you have to really work for what you want. But if there is one thing that Eddie Munson knows , it's that he will do anything to give the love of his life exactly what she wants. If at first you don't succeed, try,try again😉
This is an Older Eddie x Reader fic. There is also a 20ish year age gap between Eddie and Reader.Their relationship is totally and completely Loving and consensual. 🛑Mature Content- 18 +only Minors DNI🛑
Beauty and the Freak
Veronica Montgomery's life fell apart after tragedy struck her family and now she's trying to pick up the pieces . After her mother remarried, Veronica finds herself in a new town, at a new school for her Senior year of High School. Little did she know her life was about to change again the second she was paired up with the town outcast Eddie Munson. Her life would never be the same.
Made for You
Eddie and Veronica sequel
Veronica Montgomery's life the past year has been a whirlwind, moving, making new friends and falling in love with Hawkins outcast Eddie Munson. Now it's all going to change- Time to start a new chapter of their lives together.College, living together, let the good times begin.
Disclaimer:
This is a work in progress!
🛑Mature Content and Smut- 18+ , this book gets spicy, TW: There are parts that involve drinking and drug use🛑
This is the sequel to Beauty and the Freak- if you haven't read it please do!
Housemates
An Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington Story.
Mackenzie O'Conner's life was falling apart. After catching her boyfriend in the act , she finds herself starting over, starting completely from scratch . Now single and in the middle of an akward and complicated living arrangement, she finds a possible solution When her new friend Robin, just so happens to have friends that are looking for a new roommate. Steve and Eddie consider It a win win situation, until they realize that they might just be developing feelings for their funny and sweet new roommate.
Mature Content -This story is 18+ , spicy chapters will be marked with a 🌶️
summary: when you and your best friend eddie finally move in together you discover a particular kink of his that youre more than happy to explore with him
The key stuck for a second before the lock gave with a soft click. You pushed the door open and stepped into the apartment- your apartment now. It smelled like fresh paint, old wood, and the faint trace of whatever cleaner they used. Small. A little beat-up. Perfect.
Eddie Munson followed right behind you, two heavy boxes balanced in his arms like they weighed nothing. His wild curls were already sticking to his temples, damp from the July heat outside. The faded Metallica tee he’d thrown on that morning clung to his chest and the lean lines of his shoulders, dark patches of sweat spreading under his arms and down the center of his back. Those silver rings on his fingers caught the light as he set the boxes down exactly where you pointed.
“By the window?” he asked, voice a little rough from the stairs.
“Yeah. Right there. Perfect.”
He straightened up and wiped his forearm across his brow, flashing you that shy, crooked smile- the same one he’d worn since you were fourteen and he was the weird kid in the back of the classroom with the loud music and the bigger heart than anyone ever gave him credit for. You’d never cared what anyone else said about him. Not once. And somewhere along the way, the two of you had fallen into this quiet, aching thing neither of you had ever named.
You felt it every time he looked at you too long. Every time his hand brushed yours and stayed. Every late night phone call that ended with both of you pretending you didn’t want to say more.
Now you were moving in together. Best friends. Roommates. What could go wrong?
The afternoon stretched out in cardboard and sweat and the low creak of furniture being dragged across old floors. Eddie did most of the heavy lifting without complaint, muscles shifting under that thin black tee every time he hoisted another box or piece of furniture. You handled the directions- where things went, how they should be angled, what came next.
And that’s when you started to notice.
It began small.
“Eddie, grab the box labeled ‘kitchen’ and put it on the counter for me?”
He was already moving before you finished the sentence. “On it.” He set it down carefully, then looked back at you, waiting.
You tilted your head. “A little more to the left. Yeah… there. Good.”
His ears went pink. He swallowed, throat working, and shifted his weight from one combat boot to the other. One hand dropped casually in front of his jeans, adjusting. You caught the motion but didn’t think much of it. Heat. Heavy lifting. Normal.
Then came the bookshelf.
“Slide it against the far wall,” you said, stepping back to watch. “All the way. A little more. Right there- perfect.”
Eddie did exactly as you told him, long fingers gripping the sides, rings flashing as he pushed. When it was in place he stayed bent over for a second, breathing harder than the effort really called for. When he stood, his cheeks were flushed dark, and the front of his ripped black jeans… wasn’t lying flat anymore.
Your stomach flipped.
You tested it again with the couch, voice steady even as your pulse started to climb.
“Grab that end. On three- lift. Good. Now back it up slow. Stop. Angle it a little to your left. Yeah. Push it in more. Right there.”
Every word landed like a touch. Eddie followed them like gospel, grunting softly with effort, but there was something else in the sound now- something tight and needy. When the couch was finally in place he stayed bent over it longer than necessary, head down, curls hiding his face. When he straightened, the bulge in his jeans was unmistakable. Thick. Obvious. Pressing hard against the worn denim.
He turned slightly, trying to angle his body away from you, but it was too late. You’d seen.
Your own body answered before your brain could catch up- heat pooling low and heavy between your legs, nipples tightening under your thin tank top, a slick throb that had nothing to do with the temperature outside.
Holy shit.
He was getting hard from this. From you telling him what to do. From following your directions like they were the only thing that mattered.
You kept going, voice a little lower now, curious. Testing.
“Bedroom next. Help me with the mattress. Center it on the frame. Make sure it’s straight.”
Eddie nodded fast- too fast- and disappeared into the small bedroom. You followed, leaning in the doorway as he wrestled the heavy mattress into place. Every adjustment you called out made his movements sharper, more focused.
“A little higher on the left. Shift it toward the headboard. There. Good.”
His breathing was ragged. When he glanced at you across the bed, his pupils were blown wide, dark eyes flicking down to your mouth and back up like he couldn’t help it. You watched the way his hands trembled just slightly when he tucked the fitted sheet at your instruction.
“Tighter on your side. Yeah. Pull it firm. Perfect.”
The word perfect made him shudder. Actually shudder. He bit his full bottom lip hard enough to leave a mark and kept his eyes on the mattress like it was the only safe thing in the room.
You stepped closer to help with the top sheet, both of you on opposite sides of the bed. The space felt smaller suddenly. Hotter. Every time your hands brushed his across the fabric, electricity snapped between you.
Eddie’s voice came out hoarse. “Like this?”
“Yeah,” you said softly. “Just like that.”
He made a small, broken sound- half groan, half something else- and quickly turned away again, but not before you caught the way his cock twitched visibly in his jeans.
The air between you was thick now. Charged. All those years of careful distance, of pretending the feelings weren’t there, and one afternoon of moving furniture had cracked it wide open. You could see it in the way he kept stealing glances at you, in the flush that had spread down his neck and under the collar of his tee, in the way he was failing to hide how turned on he was by every single direction that left your mouth.
You felt it too. The power of it. The way he responded to your voice like it was touching him. The old ache in your chest had twisted into something hotter, hungrier.
Eddie ran both hands through his curls, messing them up worse, and let out a shaky laugh that didn’t quite cover the roughness in his throat.
“So… uh. What’s next, boss?”
The word boss landed heavy between you. His eyes met yours across the half-made bed- dark, nervous, and so fucking turned on it made your knees feel weak.
You smiled slowly, heart hammering against your ribs.
This was only the first day.
And you were both already in trouble.
A couple of weeks had slipped by in that easy, familiar rhythm you and Eddie had always had- except for one very specific, very new pattern.
Every time you asked him for anything- “Eddie, can you pass me the remote?” “Hey, can you grab the mail on your way in?” “Would you mind moving that speaker?”- he did it instantly. No eye-rolls, no teasing, just that quick nod and a soft “Yeah, of course,” like your voice flipped a switch in him. And every single time, you watched the same thing happen- the tips of his ears going pink, the way he’d bite the inside of his cheek, the subtle shift of his hips like he was trying to hide exactly how much he liked being told what to do.
You hadn’t talked about it. Not yet. But it was there, humming under everything like a live wire.
Tonight the apartment was loud with laughter and the low thrum of music from Eddie’s old stereo. The whole crew had crammed in- Robin sprawled across the armchair with her legs dangling over the side, Steve and Nancy sharing the couch with Jonathan perched on the armrest next to her, Gareth and Jeff taking up the floor with a half-finished game of cards and a growing pile of bottle caps between them. Empty beer bottles and a couple of takeout containers littered the coffee table. It felt good. Lived-in. Like home.
Eddie was in the kitchen grabbing another round when you called out from your spot on the couch, voice easy and casual.
“Eddie? Can you grab me another beer while you’re in there?”
The effect was instant.
He froze for half a second, back to the group, then turned with that same eager little nod he’d been giving you for weeks now. “Yeah. Yeah, got it.”
When he came back a moment later, bottle in hand, his cheeks were flushed a warm, obvious pink that had nothing to do with the alcohol. His curls were a little messy from running his hands through them, and he wouldn’t quite meet your eyes as he handed the beer over- but the second your fingers brushed his, you felt the tiny tremor that ran through him.
Robin clocked it immediately.
She sat up straighter in the armchair, squinting at Eddie with a wicked little grin spreading across her face.
“Whoa, hold up.” She pointed the neck of her bottle at him. “Munson. Are you blushing right now?”
The room went quiet for half a beat, then erupted in laughter.
Eddie’s ears went from pink to full-on red. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying for his usual cocky smirk and missing by a mile. “What? No. It’s hot in here. You guys are like a bunch of space heaters.”
“Uh-huh.” Steve leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyebrows raised in pure delight. “Sure, man. That’s why you practically sprinted to the fridge the second she asked. Real subtle.”
Gareth snorted into his drink. “Dude’s got it bad. We’ve been saying it for years.”
Jeff just shook his head, grinning. “Told you living together would break him.”
Nancy was smiling behind her hand, Jonathan chuckling quietly beside her. Robin, though- Robin was relentless, eyes sparkling with mischief.
“I’m just saying,” she continued, waving her bottle for emphasis, “I’ve known Eddie Munson since high school and I have never seen him move that fast for anyone. Not even when there’s free pizza involved. But you ask for a beer and suddenly he’s the Flash with a savior complex.”
Eddie dropped onto the arm of the couch next to you- close enough that his thigh pressed warm against your shoulder- and tried to hide behind his own bottle. “You’re all assholes,” he muttered, but there was no heat in it. Just that flustered, fond exasperation he only ever got around this group.
You took a slow sip of your beer, fighting your own smile. Under the table, your knee brushed his. He didn’t pull away. If anything, he leaned into it a fraction, like he couldn’t help himself.
The teasing rolled on for another minute- Steve making whipped noises, Robin doing an exaggerated impression of Eddie’s eager nod- but it was all in good fun. The kind of ribbing that only happens when everyone already knows the truth and loves you both enough to say it out loud.
Still… there was something else in the air.
Every time you glanced at Eddie, he was already looking at you. Quick, heated little looks that he tried to play off as casual. His fingers kept drumming restlessly on his thigh, rings catching the low light. And when the laughter died down and the conversation drifted back to whatever story Gareth was telling, Eddie’s hand dropped- casual as anything- to rest on the back of the couch behind your head. Not quite touching you. But close enough that you could feel the warmth of his arm.
Robin caught that too. Her eyes flicked between the two of you, something knowing and a little softer in her expression now. She didn’t say anything else. Just raised her bottle in a tiny, private toast in your direction before turning back to the group.
The night kept going- more drinks, more stories, more laughter- but that underlying feeling never quite left. It sat low in your stomach every time Eddie shifted closer, every time he got up without you even asking to grab someone else a drink and still checked with you first, silent question in his eyes.
You need anything?
You didn’t say it out loud. But the way he kept looking at you said he already knew the answer.
And judging by the way his cheeks stayed faintly pink for the rest of the night, so did everyone else.
It was a completely normal night.
The apartment was dim, lit only by the blue glow of the TV and the little lamp in the corner you’d both forgotten to turn off. Some movie was playing- neither of you were really watching it anymore. You were curled up on one end of the couch in an oversized t-shirt and soft cotton shorts, legs tucked under a shared blanket. Eddie was on the other end, one arm slung along the back of the couch, wearing those loose gray sweatpants he always wore during lazy nights and a faded Dio tank top that had seen better days. His curls were messy from running his hands through them, and every so often his foot would nudge yours under the blanket like he couldn’t help staying connected.
It felt easy. Like it had always been meant to be this way.
You shifted, stretching your arms above your head with a quiet groan. “God, I’m thirsty. My mouth is so dry.”
Eddie didn’t even hesitate.
He was up and moving before the words had fully left your mouth, blanket sliding off his lap as he padded into the kitchen. You heard the fridge open, the clink of ice, the sound of water pouring. Thirty seconds later he was back, handing you a glass without a word- just that same quiet, eager look he’d been wearing for weeks now every time you asked for anything.
You took it, fingers brushing his. “Thanks.”
He dropped back onto the couch, closer this time. The movie kept playing, forgotten.
You took a slow sip, then set the glass on the coffee table. When you looked at him again, something warm and reckless settled in your chest.
“Good boy.”
The words left your mouth soft and deliberate.
Eddie froze.
A full-body flush ripped through him so fast you could see it- starting at his ears, flooding down his neck and across his chest where the tank top didn’t cover. His lips parted on a sharp, shaky inhale. And then you saw it- the way his cock twitched hard and obvious against the thin gray fabric of his sweatpants, thickening right there in front of you, the outline growing thick and heavy in seconds.
He made a small, helpless sound and pulled the blanket to his lap like he could hide it. Too late. You’d already seen the way he was getting hard just from those two words.
His breathing had gone ragged. He wouldn’t look at you, staring hard at the TV like it could save him, but his hips shifted restlessly and that flush kept spreading, down his throat, across his collarbones. The blanket was starting to tent now, and he was so visibly turned on it made heat pool low and aching between your own legs.
You didn’t look away.
Instead you leaned in a little, voice quieter but steady.
“Eddie.”
He swallowed hard. Still wouldn’t meet your eyes.
“Does me telling you what to do turn you on?”
The silence stretched. The movie kept playing in the background but it might as well have been on another planet.
Eddie’s hands clenched in the fabric of the blanket. His chest rose and fell too fast. You could see the war happening behind his eyes- the shyness, the years of keeping this locked down, the fear of ruining everything… and the way his body was betraying him completely.
Finally, he let out a shaky breath and nodded once, small and jerky.
“Yeah,” he whispered, voice rough and low. “It… it does.”
He still wouldn’t look at you, but the admission hung between you like a live wire. His cheeks were burning. His rings clicked together as his fingers twisted in the blanket.
You could see how much it cost him to say it out loud. How long he must’ve been carrying this.
But he said it.
The word hung in the air between you.
Eddie’s chest was still heaving, that deep flush permanently staining his skin. He looked wrecked already and you hadn't even touched him.
You didn’t let the silence stretch.
“Look at me.”
His eyes snapped up to yours instantly. Wide. Dark. Nervous and so fucking turned on you could feel your soaked pussy clinging to the fabric of your underwear.
You leaned in a little closer on the couch, voice low and steady.
“Say it again. Tell me the truth.”
Eddie swallowed hard. He shifted his hips like he was trying to get comfortable and only made it worse- his cock twitched visibly.
“I… yeah,” he rasped. “It turns me on. When you tell me what to do. It’s- fuck, it’s been like this for weeks.”
You tilted your head, studying him. The way his breath hitched every time your voice dropped.
“Since moving day?”
He nodded, quick and jerky. “Since before that, probably. But that day… when you were telling me where to put everything. How to move the couch. The bed.” His voice cracked a little. “Every time you said ‘good’ or ‘right there’ I got hard so fast I thought I was gonna lose it. I had to keep turning away so you wouldn’t see.”
A slow, pleased smile curved your mouth.
“Good boy.”
The effect was instant and devastating.
Eddie let out a broken little moan- quiet, like he couldn’t stop it- and his hips jerked. His cock twitched hard. His thighs trembled.
“Jesus Christ,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “You can’t just- say that. It’s too much.”
You ignored the protest, eyes locked on his.
“Take the blanket off your lap.”
He hesitated for half a second- just long enough for you to see the war in his eyes- then pushed it aside with shaking hands. Now there was nothing hiding him. The thick line of his cock was on full display, straining against the soft fabric, the head pressing insistently against it. He was so hard it had to hurt.
You let your gaze drag over him slowly, then met his eyes again.
“Tell me more. How long have you wanted me to talk to you like this?”
Eddie’s hands flexed on his thighs. He looked like he wanted to hide his face but couldn’t stop staring at you.
“Since… since we were kids, I think,” he admitted, voice low and shaky. “Not like this exactly. But I always liked when you bossed me around a little. When you told me what to do. It made me feel… safe. And then it started turning me on and I didn’t know what to do with it.” He laughed once, breathless and embarrassed. “I thought I was gonna ruin everything if I ever said anything. So I just… kept it quiet. But then we moved in and you kept giving me directions and I couldn’t hide it anymore.”
You reached out slowly and rested your hand on his knee. Just that. Nothing more. He still jolted like you’d touched him somewhere much more sensitive.
“Does it make you this hard every time?” you asked, voice soft but firm. “Every time I ask you for something?”
“Yeah,” he breathed. His cock twitched again at the question. “Every single time. Even when it’s small. Like getting you water or moving something. My brain just… goes quiet and all I can think about is being good for you. Making you happy.” His cheeks burned darker. “And then I get so turned on I can’t think straight.”
You squeezed his knee gently.
“Spread your legs a little.”
He did it without hesitation this time, thighs parting on the couch. The movement made his cock shift and strain even more obviously. The wet spot was bigger now.
You let the silence sit for a moment, just watching him squirm under your gaze, breathing hard, curls falling into his eyes.
Then you asked the next question, quiet and direct.
“Do you want me to keep telling you what to do, Eddie?”
His answer came out in a rush, like he couldn’t hold it back anymore.
“Yes. Fuck, yes. I want it so bad.” His voice cracked again. “I’ve been going crazy. Every time you say my name in that voice I get hard. Every time you tell me ‘good boy’ I feel like I’m gonna come in my fucking pants. I don’t even care how pathetic that sounds. I just- I like it. I like being yours like that.”
He was panting now. His hands had moved to grip the couch cushions on either side of his hips, like he was physically holding himself back from touching.
You could see how close he was already- just from talking, from obeying, from finally being honest.
The movie kept playing, forgotten.
The only thing that mattered was the way Eddie was looking at you now- desperate, flushed, hard and leaking and completely at your mercy.
And the way his voice dropped even lower when he spoke again.
“…What do you want me to do?”
You let the question hang for a moment, watching the way Eddie’s chest heaved and his cock throbbed visibly against the damp front of his sweatpants. He was already a mess- curls wild, cheeks flushed dark, lips parted around shaky breaths- and you hadn’t even touched him.
You leaned back against the arm of the couch, getting comfortable, and let your voice drop into that same calm, commanding tone that made his whole body react.
“Take your cock out.”
Eddie’s eyes went wide. For a second he just stared at you, breathing hard, like he needed to make sure he’d heard you right. Then his hands moved- trembling- and he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants and pushed them down just enough. His cock sprang free, thick and long, already leaking steadily from the slit. It curved up toward his stomach, twitching the second the cool air hit it.
He didn’t cover himself. Just sat there, exposed, waiting for your next word like it was the only thing keeping him together.
You let your gaze drag over him slowly, then met his eyes again.
“Stroke it. Slow. And while you do, tell me what you’ve been thinking about. Every filthy thought you’ve had.”
Eddie wrapped his hand around himself with a shaky groan. The first slow stroke made his hips jerk and a thick bead of precum spill over his fingers. He started talking, voice rough and broken.
“I- fuck- I think about you telling me what to do all the time,” he admitted, eyes locked on yours like you’d ordered him to keep them there. “Every morning when you ask me to make coffee. Every time you tell me to grab something from the top shelf. I get hard in the middle of the fucking day just remembering your voice.” His hand moved in slow, desperate strokes, precum making everything slick. “I’ve jerked off in the shower thinking about you calling me good boy. About you making me kneel while you tell me exactly how you want me to touch you. About-”
He cut off with a whimper when you spoke again.
“Faster.”
He obeyed instantly, hand speeding up. His thighs were shaking now.
“Keep going,” you said. “Tell me more.”
Eddie’s head tipped back for a second before he forced himself to look at you again. His voice was wrecked.
“I think about you using me,” he confessed, the words tumbling out like he couldn’t stop them now. “Not just for sex. For everything. I want you to tell me how to make you feel good. I want to be the one who knows exactly what you need before you even ask. I’ve been going crazy wanting to take care of you like that. And the dirtier it gets the more I-” His hand stuttered on a particularly hard stroke and he moaned. “The more I like it. I want you to own me with your voice. I want you to ruin me with it.”
You watched him fall apart for a few more seconds- the way his stomach clenched, the way more precum drooled deliciously from the head of his cock, the way he was clearly fighting not to come just from talking and obeying.
Then you gave the next command.
“Stop touching yourself.”
Eddie whined- actually whined- but his hand froze immediately, gripping the base of his cock like he was physically holding himself back. His whole body was trembling.
“Please,” he breathed, voice cracking. “Please, I need- I need to make you feel good. Let me. I’ll do anything you want. I’ll use my mouth, my hands, whatever you tell me. Just- fuck, just let me take care of you. I’ve been dying to. Every night I’ve laid in my bed thinking about how good you’d sound if I was between your legs doing exactly what you told me to do.”
He was panting now, eyes glassy and desperate, cock still twitching and leaking untouched against his stomach.
“I want to be good for you,” he whispered, raw and honest. “I want to make you come so many times you forget your own name. I want you to tell me how. I want you to use me until you’re satisfied. Please. Please let me make you feel good. I’ll beg if you want me to. I’ll get on my knees right now. Just say the word.”
His voice broke on the last word. He looked completely wrecked and still waiting for your next command like it was the only thing that mattered.
The movie had long since ended. The apartment was quiet except for his ragged breathing and the low thrum of whatever was playing on the TV now.
Eddie swallowed hard, eyes never leaving yours.
You let the silence stretch, watching him tremble and leak and beg.
Then you spoke again, calm and clear.
“Get on your knees on the floor. Right in front of me.”
Eddie moved like the command was the only thing holding him together. He let go of his cock- it slapped wetly against his stomach- and slid off the couch. The rug was soft but still rough enough that you heard the quiet thud of his knees hitting it. He winced a little at the impact but didn’t complain. Now he was kneeling between your spread legs, looking up at you with those wrecked, hopeful eyes. His cock hung heavy and flushed between his thighs, still dripping onto the rug in little shiny droplets. The position made it hang lower, the head shiny and wet, a thin string of precum connecting it to the floor.
He was breathing through his mouth, lips parted, curls messy and damp.
“I’m here,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “I’m on my knees for you. Tell me what to do. Please. I’ll be so good.”
His hands rested on his own thighs, rings glinting, fingers twitching with the effort of not reaching for you. His cock twitched every time you shifted even slightly. The smell of his arousal was stronger now, thick in the air between you.
You could feel your own body answering- the hot, slick ache between your legs, the way your shorts were sticking to you.
Eddie swallowed again, eyes flicking down to your lap and back up.
You reached down and ran your fingers through his hair once, slow and possessive, before gripping it lightly and tilting his head back so he had to look at you.
“Listen carefully,” you said, voice low and steady. “I’m going to tell you exactly how I want your mouth.”
He shivered, a soft whine escaping before he could stop it.
“Start over my shorts,” you continued. “Use your tongue flat and slow. I want to feel the heat of your mouth and the wet drag of your tongue through the fabric. Press in enough that I can feel it on my clit. Suck gently- not hard, just enough to pull the cloth against me. I want to feel how soaked the shorts are getting from your mouth and from me.”
Eddie’s breath hitched. His cock twitched hard, a fresh string of precum dripping from the tip onto the rug.
“Yes,” he whispered, already leaning in. “Yeah, okay. I’ll be good.”
He pressed his face between your thighs. The first touch of his tongue was hot and wet even through the thin cotton of your shorts. He dragged it slow and flat from bottom to top, exactly like you told him, the fabric growing darker and slicker with every pass. You could feel the heat of his mouth, the pressure of his tongue pushing the damp cloth against your clit, the way he sealed his lips and sucked gently- soft, rhythmic pulls that made the wet fabric cling and rub in the most teasing way.
A low, desperate moan vibrated against you. He was already lost in it.
You kept your hand in his hair, guiding him.
“Again. Slower. I want to feel every inch of your tongue.”
He obeyed instantly, tongue flattening and dragging with deliberate pressure. The wet sounds were filthy- the slick drag of fabric, the soft suck of his mouth, his own quiet whimpers. Your shorts were soaked now, both from his spit and the growing wetness between your legs. Every time he sucked, you felt it pull against your swollen clit.
Eddie’s hips were rocking helplessly in the air, his neglected cock bobbing and leaking. You could hear how worked up he was- the shaky exhales through his nose, the way his fingers flexed and clenched on his own thighs because you hadn’t told him he could touch you yet.
After a minute of that slow, torturous attention, he pulled back just enough to speak, voice hoarse and wrecked against your inner thigh.
“Please,” he begged, lips shiny and wet. “Please let me pull them down. Or to the side. I need- I need to taste you for real. It’s not enough. I can smell how wet you are and it’s driving me crazy. Please. I’ll still do it exactly how you say, I swear. Just let me feel your skin on my tongue. Please.”
You let him beg for another long moment, watching him tremble and leak and nuzzle desperately against the soaked fabric.
Then you gave the next command.
“Pull my shorts to the side. Now.”
His hands shook as he reached up, fingers careful as he hooked the fabric and tugged it aside, exposing you completely. The cool air hit your slick folds for only a second before his mouth was on you- hot, eager, and so fucking grateful.
A broken, overwhelmed sound tore out of him the second his tongue touched bare skin. He licked a long, slow stripe from your entrance up to your clit, tasting you properly for the first time. His moan was deep and filthy, vibrating right against you.
“Fuck- you taste so good,” he gasped against your pussy, voice thick with tears and arousal. “Thank you. Thank you for letting me- oh my god-”
You tightened your grip in his hair.
“Slow circles on my clit. Then suck. Exactly like before, but now on my skin.”
He followed every word like it was gospel. His tongue moved in slow, firm circles exactly where you wanted, then sealed his lips around your clit and sucked with that same gentle, rhythmic pressure. The wet sounds were louder now- the obscene slick of his tongue, the soft suction, his own desperate little moans. His face was already messy, chin and lips shiny with you. Every time he sucked, you felt the pull all the way through your body.
He kept thanking you between licks, voice muffled and worshipful.
“Thank you- thank you for letting me taste you- you’re so wet- so fucking sweet- please tell me if I’m doing it right- I’ll do it better- I’ll do anything-”
You could feel the orgasm building fast- the tight coil low in your belly, the way your thighs started to tremble around his head, the way his tongue and the filthy wet sounds and his desperate gratitude were pushing you right to the edge.
When it hit, it crashed hard.
Your back arched off the couch as you came, a gush of wetness flooding his mouth. You squirted against his tongue and lips, the hot rush of it making him moan so loudly it vibrated through your whole body. He didn’t pull away- if anything he pressed closer, licking and swallowing like he was starving for it, messy and grateful and overwhelmed.
“Thank you- thank you- fuck, thank you-” he kept chanting between frantic licks, voice cracking, tears slipping down his cheeks as he drank you down. “Thank you for letting me have it- for letting me taste you when you come- you’re so good to me- thank you, thank you, thank you-”
He kept licking through it, slower now, gentle and reverent, cleaning you up with soft strokes of his tongue while he murmured broken thanks against your sensitive skin. His face was completely soaked, chin dripping, curls sticking to your thighs. His cock was still untouched and leaking steadily onto the rug, twitching every time you pulsed against his mouth.
Eventually he rested his cheek against your inner thigh, breathing hard, eyes closed, lips shiny and swollen.
He looked completely wrecked.
And still he whispered, soft and hoarse against your skin,
“…Thank you. For letting me make you feel good. I’ll do it again whenever you want. Just tell me. I’m yours.”
His cock gave another helpless twitch, still hard and aching between his legs.
He didn’t ask for anything for himself.
He just stayed on his knees, waiting for your next word.
“You were such a good boy for me,” you said softly, fingers stroking through his hair. “You deserve a reward.”
Eddie’s breath caught. His cock gave a hard, visible twitch.
You stood, took his hand, and pulled him up. He followed instantly, legs a little unsteady. You guided him back onto the couch and pushed gently at his chest until he was lying back against the cushions, legs spread, cock lying heavy and wet against his stomach. The tank top was rucked up under his arms, exposing his flushed chest and the rapid rise and fall of it.
You climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. You were still soaked- your own arousal and his spit making everything slick. You reached down, wrapped your hand around his cock, and lined him up. Then you sank down in one slow, smooth motion.
The stretch was perfect. He was so hard, so hot, and he’d been leaking for so long that he slid in easily, but the tight, wet heat of you still punched the air out of his lungs.
“Oh- fuck- oh my god-” Eddie’s head slammed back against the couch. His hands flew to your hips, fingers digging in, rings pressing into your skin. “You’re so wet- so fucking tight- I can feel everything- thank you- fuck sweetheart- ”
You started to move.
Slow rolls of your hips at first, grinding down so your clit dragged against him with every pass. The wet sounds were shameless- the slick slide of you riding him, the filthy squelch every time you sank down. His cock was twitching inside you already, pulsing like it was trying to come from the first stroke.
Eddie was gone.
“You feel so good- I’m not gonna last- I’m sorry- I’m so sorry but you’re so warm and wet and I’ve been so hard for so long-” His voice was already cracking, words tumbling out between broken moans. “Thank you for using me- you’re so perfect- I love how you feel around me- I love being inside you- please don’t stop- please- I’ll be good- I’ll be your good boy-”
You picked up the pace, bouncing on him now, the couch creaking under you. Every time you dropped down he made the most desperate, overwhelmed sounds- high little whimpers and shaky gasps. His hands were shaking on your hips. Sweat was rolling down his temples and chest. His curls were a wild mess against the cushion.
“I can feel you clenching- fuck- you’re gonna make me come- I’m trying to hold it- I’m trying so hard but you feel too good-” His eyes were glassy, unfocused, locked on where you were joined. “You’re dripping down my cock- I can feel it- thank you for letting me have this- I’ll give you everything- anything you want-”
You could feel him throbbing harder, getting closer with every roll of your hips. His stomach was clenching, thighs shaking beneath you. He was babbling nonstop now, voice hoarse and breaking.
“I love you- I love being yours like this- I love when you use me- when you tell me what to do- when you ride me like I’m just here for you to feel good on- thank you- thank you for my reward- thank you for letting me come- I’m gonna- ah- I’m gonna-”
He came with a broken, sobbing moan, hips jerking up helplessly as he spilled deep inside you. Thick pulses of come flooded you, hot and endless, while he kept babbling through it, voice cracking and wet.
“Thank you- thank you- oh fuck- thank you for letting me come inside you- I’m still coming- I can’t stop- you feel too good- I love you- I love you so much-”
His whole body was shaking beneath you, eyes squeezed shut, tears slipping from the corners as the orgasm ripped through him. He kept twitching and pulsing inside you long after he should have stopped, overstimulated and overwhelmed, still whispering ragged thanks against your skin.
When it finally eased, he went boneless under you, chest heaving, face flushed and tear-streaked, lips parted around shaky breaths. His cock was still half-hard inside you, sensitive and twitching with every tiny movement you made.
Eddie looked completely wrecked.
And you loved every second of it.
You leaned down, kissed the tears off his cheek, and whispered against his mouth,
“Good boy.”
He whimpered again, soft and broken, and nuzzled into your hand like he could live there forever.
You stayed on top of him for a long moment, both of you breathing hard, his cock still twitching weakly inside you as the last aftershocks rolled through him. His come was already starting to leak out around where you were joined, warm and slick, making everything messy between your thighs. Eddie’s hands were still loosely gripping your hips, but his grip had gone soft and shaky.
You leaned down and kissed his forehead, then the corner of his eye where a tear had slipped free.
“Shh… I’ve got you,” you whispered.
Carefully, you lifted off him. He made a small, broken sound at the loss, but you didn’t go far. You grabbed the soft throw blanket from the back of the couch and guided him to lie down properly, then crawled in beside him, pulling the blanket over both of you. The couch was narrow, so you ended up half on top of him anyway- your head on his chest, one leg thrown over his, your hand resting right over his racing heart.
Eddie immediately curled into you like he was afraid you’d disappear. His arms came around you, strong but trembling, and he buried his face in your hair. You could feel how hard he was still breathing, the rapid thump of his heart under your cheek, the way little aftershocks kept making his stomach jump.
For a while, neither of you spoke. You just held him. Your fingers stroked slowly through his damp curls, untangling them gently. You traced the shell of his ear, the line of his jaw, the sweat cooling on his neck. Every so often you pressed a soft kiss to his chest, right over his heart.
Eventually his breathing started to slow. His grip on you loosened from desperate to something softer, more trusting.
You felt him swallow before he whispered, voice hoarse and small against your hair,
“…I’ve been in love with you since we were fifteen.”
The words came out shaky, like he’d been holding them in for years and they were finally too heavy to keep.
You lifted your head just enough to look at him. His eyes were red-rimmed, lashes still wet, but he met your gaze without looking away.
“I used to tell myself it was just a crush,” he continued, barely above a whisper. “That it would go away. But it never did. Every time you smiled at me like I wasn’t the weird kid… every time you let me ramble about stupid shit no one else cared about… I fell a little harder. And then we moved in here and you started telling me what to do and it felt like something in my brain just… clicked. Like I’d been waiting my whole life for you to take control and I didn’t even know it.”
His voice cracked. He pressed his face into your neck for a second, breathing you in.
“I was so scared I’d ruin everything if I said anything. That you’d think I was gross or pathetic for wanting you to boss me around. For wanting to be good for you like that.” He let out a wet little laugh. “Turns out I’m both of those things and you still let me have you. I don’t know what I did to deserve that.”
You tightened your arms around him, one hand sliding down to rest on the small of his back, skin warm and damp under your palm.
“You’ve always been good for me, Eddie,” you whispered back. “Even before tonight. You’ve been my best friend. My safe place. And tonight…” You kissed the corner of his mouth, soft and slow. “Tonight you were perfect. I loved every second of it.”
He made a soft, overwhelmed sound and tucked his face into your neck again. You felt him press a shaky kiss there.
“I want this,” he whispered. “All of it. The bossing me around. The making me come so hard I cry. The holding me after. I want to be yours like this. Not just tonight. I want… I want to keep being your good boy. If you’ll have me.”
You pulled back just far enough to cup his face, thumbs brushing away the fresh tears that had slipped free. His eyes were so open, so vulnerable, it made your chest ache in the best way.
“I want that too,” you told him, voice steady and sure. “I’ve wanted you for a long time, Eddie. Life with you is easy. This- this is easy. The way you fall apart when I tell you what to do. The way you look at me like I hung the fucking moon when I call you good boy.” You smiled, soft and a little teasing. “I love taking care of you. I love that you trust me enough to let go like that.”
He let out a shaky breath that sounded like relief and pressed his forehead to yours.
“I trust you with everything,” he whispered. “Always have.”
You stayed like that for a long time- tangled under the blanket, skin cooling, hearts slowing down together. Every so often one of you would murmur something soft. You told him how beautiful he looked when he came, how proud you were of him for being so honest. He told you how safe he felt in your hands, how he’d never felt anything like this with anyone else, how he wanted to learn exactly what you liked so he could be even better for you.
At some point you got up just long enough to grab a warm, damp cloth from the bathroom. You cleaned him gently- between his legs, the mess on his stomach, the tear tracks on his face- while he watched you with soft, sleepy eyes. Then you cleaned yourself and climbed right back into his arms.
He pulled the blanket tighter around both of you and tucked your head under his chin.
“Can we stay like this for a while?” he asked quietly. “Just… hold each other? I don’t think I’m ready to move yet.”
You smiled against his chest.
“Yeah,” you whispered. “We can stay right here as long as you want.”
His arms tightened around you. One of his hands found yours under the blanket and laced your fingers together.
“I love you,” he said again, even softer this time, like a secret just for the two of you.
You squeezed his hand and pressed a kiss right over his heart.
Summary: Living the life with Eddie and your rambunctious toddler, Axel Wayne.
Content Warning: Mentions of a bad childhood, very light profanity (like once).
A/N: This is more written from the angle of Eddie’s relationship with his son and kind of a day-in the-life type fic. Super fluffy. Hope you guys like it. I wanted to try something different in terms of how I wrote this.
Credit: Dividers by @cafekitsune and @condybunny
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Axel Wayne Munson was the center of Eddie’s world. The missing piece that he never knew he needed. When he found out that you were having a boy, he was terrified. The Munson curse was very real and very much prevalent and he didn’t want to bring a child into that. His dad was a dirtbag that gave him a shitty childhood with no love, affection, or even a hint of care. Not until Wayne, at least.
But even with help from his uncle, Eddie was still very much damaged and he had a hard time loving. He didn’t want to pass that on to his son. But once he found out that it was definitely a boy, Eddie realized that he had no choice. That’s when everything shifted.
Eddie changed. Once he knew it was coming, it all began to make sense. He began to see things differently. He may have had an absentee father and not much of a childhood but he knew one thing for certain; his boy was not gonna end up like him. Eddie was going to be the father to his son that he himself should have had. He would be everything that Axel needed- and more.
The day that Axel was born, he was already taking the world by storm. He came out crying and wouldn’t stop. They chalked it up to colic because nothing would soothe him. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get him to stop. Not until he was in Eddie’s arms.
Axel’s eyes fluttered open, squinting harshly as they tried to adjust to the harsh bright light outside of the womb. But, for a moment, they opened fully. It was a fleeting moment but Eddie felt it like an electrical current. Axel looked at him with big brown eyes that looked just like his and Eddie knew. This little boy was his life now and he vowed right then and there that he would stop at nothing to make sure that he felt loved and that nothing would ever hurt him.
As Axel grew, you got to witness Eddie begin to watch Axel’s childhood unfold. Sometimes you wondered if Eddie sometimes lived out his missed childhood through your son. Sharing experiences with him that Eddie never got to have. It wasn’t until the toddler stage that you really got to see it all play out.
In the morning, you would usually wake up to find Eddie’s side of the bed empty- padding your way down the hallway to find him somewhere in the house with your boy. There were times where you’d find him on the floor with your now almost two-year-old son as they drove Hot Wheels or Matchbox cars on the racetrack rug in Axel’s room.
“Car go!” Axel would say, rolling the car on the floor as Eddie watches.
“What sound does a car make, Ax?” Eddie would implore, looking at his son as Axel looks up at him- throwing his tiny arms up in excitement as he shouts “Broom!”
It never ceases to amaze Eddie just how smart his son was. It seemed like every day he learned something new. A new word, how to do something all by himself, and finding new ways to get into trouble. Like the one morning that you both awoke to the sound of pots can pans clattering, jolting you from your sleep.
“What was that?” You ask, staring at Eddie with wide eyes before you both leap out of bed, hurrying into the kitchen to find Axel wide awake. His curls wild with bed hair as he toddles around the kitchen in his dino footy pajamas, digging through the cupboard where you kept your cookware. Axel grabs onto a wooden cooking spoon as he begins to wack it into the floor.
“Oh-Kay!” Eddie says, rushing over to scoop up Axel into his arms “I think it’s a little too early for that, kid.”
When Axel sees that his dad is finally awake, he beams.
“Dadadada..” He babbles, burying his tiny face in Eddie’s curls before resting it in his father’s shoulder.
“Good morning to you too, gremlin.” Eddie laughs softly, kissing Axel’s head of brown curls that looked just like his “How long have you been up, hm? You scared the shit out of me and mommy.”
Your son lifts his head from Eddie’s shoulder to look at him.
“Oh’s.” He states, pointing his tiny finger towards the pantry. Eddie knew just what he was asking for; breakfast.
“Yeah? You hungry?” Eddie coos “You want some Cheerios?”
Eddie walks over to the pantry, his son in his arms as he looks for Axel’s favorite cereal. That’s when Eddie remembered that they had finished the box yesterday morning while they were cuddled on the couch watching He-Man.
“Shoot.” Eddie shakes his head “We’re out of Oh’s. Sorry, kiddo.”
“No Oh’s?” Axel asks, his little face scrunching up in confusion.
“Yup. No more Oh’s.” Eddie responded “They’re all gone?”
“Gone?” Axel repeats “Where go?”
“Well…” Eddie starts “I’m pretty sure that a chunky little gremlin ate ‘em all!”
Eddie begins to tickle your son’s side as Axel giggles, causing you to smile as you watch. There was nothing that made you happier than seeing your boys happy.
“There should be Cocoa Puffs in here.” You offer “I can go to the store later if-“
“No.” Axel huffs “Mo’ Oh’s.”
“You sure you don’t want-“
“Oh’s!” Axel grumbles, scrunching up his little face to show you that he meant business. He wanted his Cheerios and nothing else would suffice.
“You heard the man.” Eddie jokes “Looks like we’re gonna have to go get more Oh’s.”
“Okay.” You relent “I’ll go get dressed all I’ll go.”
“No, babe, don’t worry about it.” Eddie shakes his head, walking over to you to gently kiss your forehead “I’ve got it. Why don’t you go back to bed? I’ll bring Ax with me. Right, gremlin? How does that sound? Wanna go bye-bye with daddy?”
And Axel can hardly contain his excitement, bouncing his little body up and down in Eddie’s arms as he squeals excitedly.
“Alright, alright.” Eddie laughs “You act like I never take you anywhere.”
Eddie takes him back to his bedroom, stepping around a landmine of toys to get to his dresser.
“Alright, kid. What do you wanna wear today?” He asks “What are we feeling? We’ve got….cars?”
Eddie holds up a tiny 2T shirt with a car pattern, waiting for a reaction. Axel just blinks.
“Okay.” Eddie replies “What about…..this?”
He holds up a blue and white striped polo shirt.
“No!” Axel grumbles, grabbing the shirt in his tiny fist as he yanks it out of Eddie’s hand before dropping it to the floor.
“You know what?” Eddie says, looking down at the discarded shirt “I don’t even blame you. A polo shirt? What was I thinking?”
Axel had a hatred for polo shirts. Eddie knew this. His chubby hand always pulled at the collar as he fussed relentlessly until you took it off of him.
“You know, we would really burn that shirt. Like, the stripes? Totally out. Not a fan of the ‘my daddy has money and I own a yacht’ look.”
Axel begins to babble, waving his arm around dramatically and Eddie listens intently even though he didn’t understand gibberish. When Axel was finally done airing out his grievances, he lets out a grunt.
“….Yeah, you can say that again, dude.” Eddie nods “Might have to let daddy do the clothes shopping for a bit. Mommy means well. You know she thinks you’re handsome in anything you wear. Can’t blame her. You’re pretty damn cute.”
“Ya.” Axel lets out, nodding once for emphasis.
“Alright.” Eddie laughs “You don’t have to be cocky about it. Jeez….”
Eddie then turns back towards the dresser drawer as he rifles through more clothing options.
“Ooh! Hey bub, look what mommy washed.”
Eddie pulls out Axel’s favorite shirt. His tiny Hellfire Club t-shirt. As soon as Axel lays eyes on it, he goes feral in Eddie’s arms- bouncing up and down wildly as he fusses. He holds out his arms as he tries to grab for it, snatching it out of Eddie’s hands as he pulls it close to his chest- rubbing his cheek against the fabric.
“Alright, that’s settled then. Tiny Hellfire shirt, it is.”
Axel then pops his head back up to look up at his dad, grabbing as Eddie’s Judas Priest shirt that he had slept in.
“Da!” Axel lets out, still tugging. Eddie had learned not that long ago what this means when Axel tugs on his shirt. He wanted to match.
“You wanna pick what I wear today too?” Eddie grins “Okay. I’m not complaining. It can be a Hellfire shirt kind of day.”
A half an hour later, Eddie and Axel were dressed for the day. Ready for an errand run.
As Eddie grabs his keys from the hook on the wall, Axel begins to point at his eyes.
“Dada, bight.”
“Shoot! Almost forgot.” Eddie grabs Axel’s favorite accessory; his tiny black sunglasses as he slides them into his face.
“Here we go!” Eddie announces “Can’t leave without those, can we?”
As Eddie looks down at his son and smiles. This tiny little thing that he helped create. This tiny little person that was just like him. A smaller version of the boy Eddie once was. A boy that was forgotten by the world or cast aside from everyone else. Until he found you. Until you showed him the love that he always deserved to have. The love that Eddie would die trying to make sure that his son was showered in.
Axel Wayne Munson was perfect in every way. That no matter what he would do, no matter what he would become, no matter what choices he would make with his life, Eddie would always love him.
Always.
“I love you.” Eddie breathes out, pressing a kiss to Axel’s forehead as the toddler smiled. A smile that Eddie would go through hell for. A smile he would sacrifice everything to see. This boy? He was special. He was everything. It was that moment that Eddie had to shake the thought out of his mind, it was far too early to be crying and emotional.
“Alright, kid.” Eddie says, spinning his keys around on his finger “Lets rock ‘n roll.”
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Eddie head cannon: The July 4th fireworks disaster
Eddie has 100% had a fireworks 'incident'. I feel like he got his hands on some fireworks and accidentally set Wayne's shed on fire.
He had good intentions, he wanted to put on a show for the kids in the trailer park, it may have been safer if he hadn't done it when he was high/drunk, although with Eddie you never know. Picture this:
Robin: " Uh, Eddie, I don't think this is a great idea, there are children present."
Eddie, smoke hanging precariously to his lip, lighter in his hand: " That's the point Robin, I'm putting on a show."
Dustin: " Call me crazy Eddie but maybe you shouldn't be holding an explosive in your hand with a lit cigarette in your mouth-"
Eddie:" Will you guys calm the fuck down, I know what I'm doing." Grabs a roman candle, puts it into the ground. Proceeds to flick lighter and it doesn't light, shakes lighter.
Steve:" You have no clue what you are doing, do you Munson-"
Eddie: " I've used fireworks before Harrington."
Steve:" Firecrackers in coffee can doesn't count Dingus, these are like real explosives."
Eddie: Flicks lighter again and it lights. "Ye of little faith," he grins." Sit back and relax as I blow your fucking minds with this fireworks extravaganza-" lights the fuse and stumbles back.
The gang looks to the sky waiting for something to happen, it takes a moment but finally the firework ignites- and shoots right into an old tool shed that Wayne had in his small yard. Everyone gasps.
Eddie:" Oh Fuck!"
The rickety little building goes up in flames almost instantly, and all anyone can do for a moment is stand and stare at the impromptu fireworks display that went horribly wrong.
Dustin: "Eddie, call the fire department!"
Eddie standing there in a daze watching the flames." Shit! Wayne is going to kick my ass!"
Robin: " He'll kill you if the trailer catches too!"
Dustin runs into the trailer and calls the fire department, Steve jumps into action ,grabbing the garden hose while Eddie turns on the faucet. Though the attempt at putting the fire out is heroic, the water pressure in the park is horrible and there is nothing but a trickle coming out.
Eddie: " Jesus Christ, no good, mother fucking hose-"
By now all of the neighbors have come out to see what all the commotion is about, although they are used to it by now,when you live next to Eddie Munson...A few minutes later the Hawkins Fire Department shows up, starts battling the flames, then Jim Hopper- shaking his head as he gets out of the cruiser.
Hopper: " Was this your smart idea Munson? You don't even need to answer that. I'm going to need a statement from all of you." He looked around the group, then smirked as his eyes land on Eddie." So Munson, do you want to call your Uncle, or should I?"
Eddie stepping back after lighting the fuse, thinking it's going to be amazing
Eddie watching Wayne's shed go up in a blaze
Hopper in the cruiser cracking up, knowing Eddie is most likely shitting his pants...
Eddie head cannon: The July 4th fireworks disaster
Eddie has 100% had a fireworks 'incident'. I feel like he got his hands on some fireworks and accidentally set Wayne's shed on fire.
He had good intentions, he wanted to put on a show for the kids in the trailer park, it may have been safer if he hadn't done it when he was high/drunk, although with Eddie you never know. Picture this:
Robin: " Uh, Eddie, I don't think this is a great idea, there are children present."
Eddie, smoke hanging precariously to his lip, lighter in his hand: " That's the point Robin, I'm putting on a show."
Dustin: " Call me crazy Eddie but maybe you shouldn't be holding an explosive in your hand with a lit cigarette in your mouth-"
Eddie:" Will you guys calm the fuck down, I know what I'm doing." Grabs a roman candle, puts it into the ground. Proceeds to flick lighter and it doesn't light, shakes lighter.
Steve:" You have no clue what you are doing, do you Munson-"
Eddie: " I've used fireworks before Harrington."
Steve:" Firecrackers in coffee can doesn't count Dingus, these are like real explosives."
Eddie: Flicks lighter again and it lights. "Ye of little faith," he grins." Sit back and relax as I blow your fucking minds with this fireworks extravaganza-" lights the fuse and stumbles back.
The gang looks to the sky waiting for something to happen, it takes a moment but finally the firework ignites- and shoots right into an old tool shed that Wayne had in his small yard. Everyone gasps.
Eddie:" Oh Fuck!"
The rickety little building goes up in flames almost instantly, and all anyone can do for a moment is stand and stare at the impromptu fireworks display that went horribly wrong.
Dustin: "Eddie, call the fire department!"
Eddie standing there in a daze watching the flames." Shit! Wayne is going to kick my ass!"
Robin: " He'll kill you if the trailer catches too!"
Dustin runs into the trailer and calls the fire department, Steve jumps into action ,grabbing the garden hose while Eddie turns on the faucet. Though the attempt at putting the fire out is heroic, the water pressure in the park is horrible and there is nothing but a trickle coming out.
Eddie: " Jesus Christ, no good, mother fucking hose-"
By now all of the neighbors have come out to see what all the commotion is about, although they are used to it by now,when you live next to Eddie Munson...A few minutes later the Hawkins Fire Department shows up, starts battling the flames, then Jim Hopper- shaking his head as he gets out of the cruiser.
Hopper: " Was this your smart idea Munson? You don't even need to answer that. I'm going to need a statement from all of you." He looked around the group, then smirked as his eyes land on Eddie." So Munson, do you want to call your Uncle, or should I?"
Eddie stepping back after lighting the fuse, thinking it's going to be amazing
Eddie watching Wayne's shed go up in a blaze
Hopper in the cruiser cracking up, knowing Eddie is most likely shitting his pants...
Loving Mr. Munson/Loving Mrs Munson Extra - ☀️ Sunny ☀️🌶️
Author Note- This is technically an extra for both Loving Mr Munson & Loving Mrs Munson - Eddie acquired the truck during Loving Mr. Munson and finished working on it during Loving Mrs Munson...... could this potentially be when our mini Munson was conceived........
Mature Content 🛑 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT- 18+ only!
Eddie:
" Well, here she is- " I smiled as I gestured to the rusty old truck in bay 2." Isn't she a beaut?"
I had picked up the old 1954 Chevy 3100 truck at a car auction, it needed a ton of work but I thought it would be a fun project. I fucking loved restoring junkie old cars, taking something old and weathered and making it look shiny and new again.
I looked over at my Sweetheart, her eyebrows were knit together and she was biting her lip. I smirked.
" Yeah, it really has potential."
I laughed and wrapped my arms around her waist." I know it just looks like a hunk of rusty metal now Princess, but just wait till you see her after her transformation. She's gonna be beautiful. I've got a fucking vision in my head Dollface ,the truck painted maybe Yellow or blue, whitewall tires, chrome fucking glinting in the sun and my gorgeous wife sitting in the passenger seat wearing a pretty little dress."
" Sounds like quite the vision. It's going to be amazing. If anyone can do it Eds, it's you."
" It's us. I got this truck for us. I want you to help me with it Love. It can be our project. I think it will be fun."
" You want me to help you? Baby the only thing I know about cars is how to change a flat tire and how to do an oil change. My dad made me learn how to do those basic things. I don't know the tools, or the names of the car parts or what they do-"
"I can teach you! Your so fucking smart Babygirl , you will pick right up on it. I have total and complete faith in you." I nuzzled into her neck. "It will be great."
" I love the idea of us working together on this," she wrapped her arms around mine." I guess worse case I can at least hand you tools? "
"Fuck yeah you can," I squeezed her tight. "This is going to be fucking awesome! "
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I laid out the tools on my rolling cart so everything would be easily accessible and organized. I wanted things to be ready for my Sweetheart, after all it was our first time working together on something like this. We had done small projects around the house, we actually work very well as a team but I knew that this was really outside her comfort zone.
" Let's fucking do this Munson!"
I turned to see my sweet Angel stepping out of my office and into the garage, and God damn. She was wearing a pair of my coveralls and fuck, there was something about seeing her in them that almost instantly turned me on. It also didn't help that she had it partially unzipped and even with a tank top on underneath her tits were still practically falling out. She totally did that on purpose.
" I have never seen anyone look sexier in a blue pair of coveralls than you do right now."
She laughed." Well I am glad to hear that considering that you work in a shop full of guys."
She had piled her hair up in a messy bun and had a folded bandana tied around her head to keep her little whispy hairs out of her face. The 'Eddie' patch on her chest and the way that suit fit her fat, round ass, fuck -
" Are you going to just stand around ogleing me all day, Mr. Munson , or are we going to get to work?" She smirked.
" I would gladly stand around and ogle you all fucking day if I had the opportunity, especially in that outfit." I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close." But you are right, we have work to do." I quickly kissed her cheek then let her go." Do you have any questions for me Sweetheart?"
"Yeah, are you sure you want me to help?"
"Absolutely ,one thousand percent."
"Ok."She ran her fingers along the tools on the tray." Looks like we have- Ratchets, pry bars, sockets , screwdrivers, pliers and torque wrenches. And over there an impact driver."
" Very good Princess." I beamed.
" So what is the first step Baby?" She asked, surveying the truck, hands on her hips. She was so fucking adorable."Something tells me that there will be a million steps."
I crossed my arms over my chest ." There will be, but we will go one step at a time. It just takes a lot of patience, but there is no rush ,we have all the time in the world Darlin."
She smiled." I'm just so excited to see it when it's done."
" Me too Babygirl." I smiled then clapped my hands together." First things first," I reached over and slowly zipped up the zipper on her coveralls."While I appreciate and often worship your breasts, they are fucking perfect after all, it is that exact reason we gotta zip that shit up. I will never get any work done with your tits hanging out like that."
She laughed. " I did it on purpose you know. Now you know how I feel when I see you in the coveralls."
" Yeah, but I don't look like that in mine. I look like a fucking Grub."
" I beg to differ. Especially when you have your white tank on underneath it ." She smiled." In all honesty,You could wear a burlap sack Baby, and still be sexy as hell." She slapped my ass and I yipped. " It's fucking distracting. But while we are out here in the garage we gotta keep our heads in the game, gotta stay focused. "
" So it's all business out here, no hanky panky,I can respect that. " I smirked and lightly kissed her neck ." But we can still fuck in my office right? I can bend you over my desk, take you from behind-"
She swallowed hard." Baby! Focus! Head in the game , remember?" Then she smiled. " And of course we can still have sex in your office, I'm counting on it. " She clapped her hands together and changed the subject. "So Munson ,what is first step?"
I smiled. "We take this fucker apart. We fucking dismantle it."
" Wow, like the whole thing? That is going to take a while,but it makes sense. "
" We don't have to take it completely apart, she's got a lot we can still work with . Remember Angel, there is no rush.We have all the time in the world." I leaned forward and kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose and her lips. " First of all let's get some fucking music cranking! I work better with music on." I flipped on the radio at my work station then popped the hood.
" Holy Shit Baby. That looks super intimidating."
" I will ease you into it Sweetheart don't worry, I will go over every piece of this car, every part, tell you what it does, how we fix it. You're going to be better at it than me by the time we are finished."
" I highly doubt that, but I'll try. You were saying we might paint it yellow when we are done?"
I shrugged." For some reason that was how I envision it, but it doesn't have to be that color-"
" No, I think it would look nice. Not like a bright yellow but like a ...... pastel yellow?"
"Yeah."
" We need to name her."
I smirked. " Ya think so Doll? And what should we name her?"
I watched her shrug." I don't know. Maybe something will come to me as we are working."
" Maybe. Ready to get to work?"
"Absolutely!"
"Well alright!"
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" Buttercup, no Daisy, no, Sunny!"
I looked up from where I was working under the hood and grinned. My Sweet Girl , bless her fucking heart, was standing on a step stool, ratchet in hand, grease streaked across her cheek, smiling. I couldn't get enough of how fucking sexy she was in coveralls, (so I got her her own pair with a patch that said Sweetheart in pink cursive writing where her name would go)and a baseball cap with Munson's written across the front, abbreviated of course because Munson's vintage and foreign auto repair and restoration was way too long to fucking spell out on there. "You think of a new nickname Princess? Because I will happily call you anything you fucking please."
Her smile kicked up a notch, and fuck, so did her dimples." It's not a nickname for me Baby, it's for the Truck! Although I wouldn't mind being called Buttercup-"
" You want to call the truck Buttercup,Daisy or Sunny?"
" She is going to be yellow right?"
" If you still want her to be-"
" Than she needs a cheery name!"
I slowly nodded. " I suppose-"
" I know the names aren't very metal, neither of them are but we are talking about an oldie here, so I think a sweet nickname is in order."
" I like Sunny."
She beamed." Me too."
" So Sunny it is."
" Perfect!"
I smiled again and I watched as she went right back to work. This fucking girl was something else. Every single night she had shown up at the shop after work, she would change out of her office clothes,throw on some coveralls and join me in bay 2, where I would have the radio cranking and the cold beer waiting.
She was so eager to learn, and her fucking brain was a sponge, soaking in all the information I had to throw at her. She wanted to know EVERYTHING. And she was fucking good at taking things apart and putting them back together again.
" I think you should come work for me." I said, wiping my hands on a rag and taking a long swig of beer.
She grinned." You and I both know I'm not good enough for that."
" But you could be. Your a fucking natural."
She looked up and laughed ." Your just saying that because I'm your Wife."
" When have I ever said anything to you that I don't mean?"
" Never."
" You're better at this than Robbie ever was, why do you think I have him working in parts? He refuses to learn this shit, like it is beneath him because he has a college degree."
" So do I, but I think it's fun. And I like working with you baby. You're so encouraging and patient with me . It's sweet and I appreciate it."
It was my turn to smile." I'm just fucking stoked that you wanted to help me."
" Of course I wanted to help Eds, you got this truck for us. Working on it together means I get to spend quality time with you. " She stood on her tiptoes to kiss me." Some day we will have a little kiddo running around and we won't have time like this together.Don't get me wrong, I can't wait to have a little Eddie causing chaos in our house, but for now, I want to enjoy you and I want to take advantage of these moments."
" Sweetheart," I kissed her this time, sweet and slow, then lowered my forehead to hers." It's going to be you and me forever, even if we have kids. I will make sure that we make time for each other, I promise." I rubbed her arms. " I want you to know that this means so fucking much to me, your enthusiasm, your eagerness to learn- I am having such a fucking blast working with you Kitten, my favorite part of the day is when you walk through the door and into this garage. All the shit,the stress that may have happened throughout the day fucking disappears the second you stroll in. " I kissed the top of her head. " The guys fucking love it too. Those cranky fucking bastards are regular old softies when they know you are coming in-"
She laughed." That's because I bring them cookies and snacks!"
" It's because you are a ray of sunshine Princess."
She smiled shyly." You are so incredibly sweet Mr.Munson, I love you so fucking much." She grabbed onto the front of my coveralls, then leaned in." You know what baby? We have been working awfully hard and I think we need to take a break, don't you think we should take a break?"
" Oh absolutely, " I smiled." A break is exactly what we need." I grabbed her ass and lifted her up, she wrapped her legs around my waist.
" We can be quick, then get right back to work." She insisted.
" I don't know Love, we have been here for hours, slaving away, I think we deserve a nice , long break."
She smiled." I mean, you are the boss. Who am I to argue?"
"Come on my beautiful little Buttercup," I walked out of the shop with my wife clinging to me like a koala bear." I'd like to spend some quality time with you in my office."
" I would like that very much." She leaned in and kissed my neck, nibbled on my ear, and fuck, my dick instantly got hard. I thanked God every day for giving me the virility and stamina to keep up with this insatiable woman.
When we got inside my office I kicked the door closed and set her down on my desk. " I'll be right back Babydoll, " I ran to the adjoining bathroom to quickly washed up, not wanting to touch my beautiful Princess with dirty hands. When I emerged from the bathroom she was sitting on my desk wearing nothing but her Munson's baseball hat, her panties and a smile.
" Hey Boss Man."
"Fuuuuck." I ran my hands down my face as I walked to her, and smiled." You're such a fucking naughty girl."
" I'm just trying to get a raise, I don't mind working a little overtime," She smirked as she looked up at me."Oh shit, that's right, I don't technically work here but," She ran her hand down my chest, unzipping the coveralls as she slid her hand down, eventually cupping the growing bulge in my pants. "I got something to raise up."
I groaned as she ran her hand along my clothed cock " Yeah Dollface ,you sure did."
" I can help you with that you know. I've been told recently that I'm very good with my hands."
" Oh, I know ." I smirked." And I have been told that I have a big tool that always gets the job done ."
She laughed. " Biggest I have ever worked with. I know from experience that it can really fucking screw too."
I moved closer to her, lightly running a hand down her bare shoulders, her arms. I bit my lip as I slid a finger along the waistband of her nearly non existent lace thong." Do you always wear panties like this under your coveralls?"
" I gotta look sexy if there is a chance that I might get fucked in the boss mans office." She grinned.
I smiled and shook my head." Employee of the month right here. But honestly Angel, you would still be fucking sexy wearing white cotton granny panties."
" Good to know. I wear them because I know you think they are hot, but the truth is,these underwear are so damn uncomfortable -"
I smirked." I can help you with that." My Sweetheart gasped as I reached down and ripped the tiny piece of lace apart with my hands using minimal effort and discarded it on the floor. I lightly pushed her back onto the desk, and when she was settled I bent down and ran my tongue along her slit. She tasted so fucking sweet. She shivered and moaned."Better now?"
"Yes." She breathed." Holy shit Eddie-"
"Enough chit chat my love." I leaned over and kissed her, nipping at her lips.."It's time for me to get to work."
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We worked on the truck as often as we could- nights and weekends. Weeks turned into months - only taking breaks when our life schedules got super fucking hectic or when we were searching for or waiting for parts. We both understood that this could be a long process, and we wanted to take our time and do things right.
We worked together smoothly and efficiently, my girl anticipating and handing me tools and parts before I even asked for them. The project was finally coming to an end, which was bittersweet. Exciting but a little sad. I had really enjoyed our time working together.
When the day came to start the truck up for the first time I handed over the keys to my Princess, letting her do the honors, and when it turned over right away she looked at me, grinning.
" Isn't that a magnificent sound Baby? Listen to that engine! "
I beamed. "Sounds fucking beautiful Kitten. We fucking did it. All she needs is the paint job and she will be ready to fucking go ."
" I'm really going to miss this." She said sadly, running her hands along the steering wheel.
" This doesn't have to be the last project we ever do Sweetheart. There will be more. We can for a future project together, pick it together." I leaned down and kissed her. " I loved doing this with you. And just think, if we can tear apart a car and put it back together and work as well as we did together we can do anything."
She smiled again." We are a pretty good team aren't we Baby?"
"We are. Now why don't we take her out for a little test drive?"
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Today was the day. The paint job was finally finished and the truck, well it looked fucking amazing. I knew it would. The chrome was shined up, and the truck was polished and gleaming. It looked brand new again, and it was time to present 'Sunny' to my wife.
" Close your eyes Dollface, I want it to be a surprise."
"Oh my God Baby, I'm so excited!!" She clapped her hands together excitedly and squeezed her eyes shut.
I grinned. I couldn't keep her waiting any longer, so I opened up the garage door for bay two. The guys working at the shop all stopped what they were doing and came running out, all wanting to see the expression on her face when she got a look at it for the first time .
" Countdown, 3,2,1, open your eyes Sweetheart."
When she opened her eyes ,her jaw dropped and she gasped. " She's... beautiful! Oh my God Ed's, she is perfect!!" Her eyes flicked from the car to me, a smile a mile wide spreading across her face.
I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close." We did good Mrs. Munson."
" Yeah you did." Bert, one of my employees said." You guys did an amazing job, and you both lived through putting it back together. " He lifted his hat and scratched his head." My old lady and I would have killed each other, no way we would have gotten along-"
My Princess laughed." That's because you call your wife your old lady."
He laughed." Your probably right. You got a good one Bossman."
" Don't I know it." I kissed her on the top of her head. " Go ahead baby, I know your dying to check her out." I let her go and watched as she took off towards the truck.
I smiled as I watched her run a hand lightly over the hood. " She is so pretty, I love this color."
" I gotta say Mrs. M, you are one hell of a mechanic. "
She chuckled." I only helped Tom-"
" You did more than just help Babygirl. "
" If you're looking for a career change, Mrs M ,we could always use another set of hands around the shop. Just saying... I mean the boss is a fairly decent guy-"
I grinned and threw a rag from my pocket at him." Get your ass back to work."
He laughed and went back inside, the others right behind him.
" So whatta ya say Dollface, ready to take her for a spin?"
" Yes!"
" Awesome. I'm going to go change out of my grubby clothes, I don't want to sit on the newly upholstered seats with grubby clothes on-"
Her eyes went wide." I totally forgot about that! I was so distracted by the paint job ... " She opened the front driver's side door." Holy shit Eds, I love it! It looks awesome!"
" It came out great. I'm going to change, grab a few things and I'll be right back ."
" Sounds good Baby, I'll be here admiring our masterpiece." She beamed.
I quickly changed and washed up, grabbed a few extra things out of my office then bolted from the building. My gorgeous wife was sitting in the front seat of our truck, smiling.
" Eddie, I'm in love with her. You even got license plates with her name on them! You really thought of everything baby-" She leaned out the window as I loaded up a couple of things in the back." What is all that?"
I smiled." A little surprise."
"A surprise? "
" Yeah Buttercup, a surprise. Now sit back and relax. We are going for a little ride."
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" Oh Baby, this is spectacular!" My Princess gushed as I helped her out of the truck. We stood in the middle of a field filled with wildflowers,every color and every flower you could possibly imagine blanketed the ground below us.
We drove around town for a little while,proudly showing off our new ride but then headed for some back roads, away from all the hustle and bustle. I wanted to celebrate with my girl, and I wanted it to be special so I took her to a place that I hadn't been in a long time .
" This is one of my favorite places. I used to come here, a lot when I just needed a minute, when I needed to catch my breath and think . " I looked around at the field full of wildflowers. "My life was super crazy and chaotic, I was a young single dad trying to start up my own business. Wayne would come up to visit, offer to watch over Robbie, and I would just come out to this field and fucking zone out, enjoy some piece and quiet and not have to think ." I put down the tailgate and hopped up, spreading out the blankets I had brought in the truck bed, making it nice and comfy then offering my hand to my wife and pulling her up.
" It is beautiful here Eddie, thank you for sharing this place with me."
I leaned forward and kissed her. " I thought you would like it." I smiled and turned to a picnic basket I had packed with snacks and started laying food out.
" Holy shit Munson, you really thought this out didn't you?" She smiled.
" Anything worth doing is worth doing right. Besides, tonight we are celebrating the maiden voyage of our truck,and we gotta break her in." I winked and pulled out a bottle of wine and opened it, pouring generous amounts into plastic tumblers. I handed her a cup and raised mine up in the air." To teamwork and hard work- I am so fucking grateful that I have you Dollface.You stepped outside your comfort zone and into the garage. Every day you would show up with a smile on your face, enthusiastic and ready to go. You weren't afraid to get dirty, either under the hood or in my office." I smirked. " But seriously, I can't tell you how much that means to me." I clinked my cup to hers.
" Baby, that was so sweet! I enjoyed every minute of our time in that garage, and I learned a lot about cars. I also learned a lot about us. We are an amazing team. We got through that entire project without a single raised voice or argument. We work well together. We are going to be amazing parents some day." She grinned.
We spent the rest of the evening enjoying our picnic and our wine, watching the sunset and snuggling under the blankets when the temperature dropped and the stars came out. We indeed broke in the truck that night, making love in the dark, my gorgeous wife looking like a fucking celestial Goddess in the moonlight with the twinkling stars as a backdrop while she rode my cock until we were both shimmering with sweat, breathing heavy and completely spent. After we laid there in each other's arms breathing in the cool night air, relaxing and stargazing, looking for constellations while listening to the radio. It was the perfect night, an incredible way to celebrate our achievement, or passion, our work and our love.
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