Cw: reader uses where/her pronouns, seduction, perv!reader, perv!eddie, dirty talk, fingering, p in v, unprotected, pull out, pet names (sweetheart, good girl) modern!eddie
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You were on a fold-out massage table in the middle of your living room. You downloaded the app to have a masseuse come to you on a whim. Your friend swore by it. You were a bit apprehensive about letting some stranger come into your home and rub you down while you were naked, but she said it was legit.
When you heard the knock on your front door, you didn’t think you would open it up to one of the hottest men you had ever seen. Leaving you staring at him with wide eyes and your jaw agape.
“You order a massage?” He smirks.
“Yea, sorry, um, come in.” You observe his dark blue scrubs as they hug his upper body.
You lead him inside to show him where to set up.
“First time?”
“What?”
“Is this your first time using the app?” he smiles. Taking off his coat, you notice his tattoos and muscular forearms.
“Oh, I’m… yeah.” You stammered because you were so distracted.
“I could tell, don’t worry. Things are strictly professional.” He explained.
Professionalism was not what you were worried about at this point. Quite the opposite, really.
After Eddie set up his things, he instructed you to lay face down, and then he left the room so you could strip and get under the white cotton sheet.
You called out that you were ready and heard his light footsteps entering the room.
“Anything specific you want me to focus on?”
“Um, my lower back and shoulders have been really hurting,” you mumble into the head pillow.
“Ok, great, let’s get started.”
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His hands were like magic, the way he wasn’t too rough or too light. He worked your soar muscles perfectly.
“What’s got you so tense, sweetheart? Let me help you relax,” He spoke.
Relax?! How could you be relaxed with this extremely attractive man who is rubbing his hands all over your naked body in your own home!
And the voice! Oh god, his voice is so hot, you don’t want him to stop talking. It didn’t help that you were wound up in more ways than one.
“Um, uh…. Work, I guess.” You didn’t need to guess; you were drowning in the stress of your responsibilities.
“Well, don’t worry, I’m here to help with that,” he hummed as you heard the squirt of more oil fall into his large palms.
“Oh, yeah, your shoulders are so tense; that's a big knot.” You felt him shuffle, so he stood at your head. If you lifted your head up any further, you’d be face to face with his crotch.
You were trying too hard not to let out a moan as his strong fingers dug into your aching back.
“You gotta relax for me. Is the pressure too much?”
“No-no, you’re perfect- I mean, it’s perfect…”
Eddie let out a chuckle as he continued.
This was so good, too good, but he was right...You needed to relax. You tried not to focus on who was above you but on the feeling that he was giving you.
A few minutes later, you were successfully relaxing into the table.
“That’s it, very good,” he praised, and you let a moan slip out.
“Sorry,” you squeak.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. It happens all the time, and it lets me know I’m doing a good job."
Like Eddie said, he was keeping things strictly professional, but you were making it very hard, especially with that moan you let slip from your pretty lips.
Your skin was unbelievably soft, and you smelled really good. With this particular job, Eddie is used to all kinds of different clientele; he never knew what he was walking into when he got booked. So when you answered the door, he was very pleasantly surprised.
You stew in your own thoughts about how good this man’s hands feel, holding back the noises threatening to break the silence. The only sounds filling the room are Eddie’s feet shuffling, breathing, and wet, slippery skin.
“The best way to help with your shoulders is if I also rub down your neck and head. Are you okay if I get oil in your hair?” he asked again in that sexy, soothing tone.
“Yeah, that’s fine,” you sighed. Eddie smirks to himself again, knowing he is doing a good job.
“Great,” he shuffles to position himself to get the best angle. You feel as he sits beside you on the table, drapes your arm over his thigh, and uses his free hand to work at your neck.
His hand slowly works its way up, up, up until his long, thick fingers grip your hair, tugging on your scalp. His fingers dig into the perfect pressure points on your head.
You can’t help but let out another moan of pleasure; it just feels so good. You can’t stop your mind from going to an x-rated place, thinking about how good his hand feels tangled in your hair.
You couldn’t ignore your pussy any longer; there was no denying how wet you had gotten over the last half hour, and he hadn’t even made his way down to your lower back. How are you supposed to survive the rest of the time?
Your pussy was throbbing by the time Eddie made his way down to your lower back. You could feel Eddie move the sheet down lower, exposing more of your skin to him. He lightly draped it over your ass, careful not to expose it too much, trying to tuck the sheets into the band of your underwear, but to Eddie’s surprise, you weren’t wearing any.
You hear him clear his throat as he discovers that you are fully naked underneath.
“What side is, uh, bothering you?”
“Right,” you sigh. And I think I might have pulled the back of my thigh,” you suggest, hoping Eddie reads into it.
“Oh yeah, for sure,” he hums.
Eddie was in serious trouble, and the thin material of his pants did not help his situation.
Eddie had never grown hard with a client; this was not normal. He could not excuse himself until the session was over, so he hoped and prayed that his situation would defuse itself until it was time for him to leave.
It did not, you were torturing him, at this point you had to be doing this on purpose. Your moans were getting more and more sensual.
“Mmmmm, you’re so good at this,” you praise as his hands run along your lower back, creeping closer and closer to your ass muscle.
“So I’ve been told”
“Bet you’re really good with your hands in other places.”
Eddie froze. Did that really come out of your mouth, or did he hear things?
“You uh-" he cleared his throat, “-uh, said your lower back, right?”
“Yeah, but like, really low,” you hummed.
“You comfortable if I move the sheet, uh, lower?”
“Yeah,” you wiggled your hips slightly to encourage him to take things further. You cannot remember the last time you had been so turned on.
You hear Eddie’s breath hitch as you feel the fabric slip off your skin.
“Oops”
“Oh shit-”
“It’s okay; you can leave it off”
“You? Uh? Oh-okay” what was he thinking? This was not professional! It would get him fired if anyone found out… but how could they? He was in your home. You wouldn’t tell anyone? Against his better judgement, he decided to leave you exposed…
With your naked body exposed to Eddie, he continued to work on your lower back. Your oiled skin was glistening under each touch, and Eddie’s cock was growing by the second.
Eddie’s hands worked lower as he hesitantly yet excitedly explored the vast planes of your body. He hadn’t dared make a move, but you could feel his hands move closer to your inner thighs, so you partied your legs so he could have better access.
Eddie watched as your legs moved for him, your legs parted, and he had the perfect view of your glistening pussy lips.
Eddie’s eyes widened as he knew he had not even gotten close to that area of your body with the body oil.
With a deep breath, Eddie grazed his fingers closer to your upper inner thigh, right below your ass; the tops of his fingers lightly traced the outside of your lower lips to test the waters.
The last thing Eddie needed was to read your advances the wrong way and end up in jail.
“Mmmm, that’s good,” you hummed, encouraging Eddie to keep going.
“You need me to work on anything else?” Eddie asked suggestively.
“Now that I think about it, I pulled my groin the other day; I think you could really help me with that; you’re so good with your hands.”
“Sounds good, sweetheart,” Eddie hummed, shifting his weight to get the best angle. You felt him crawl up onto the table with you and straddle his legs around you.
His hands work your ass, massaging the muscles up, pulling your skin taught so he could see your swollen pussy lips.
Sucha pretty pussy
“Mmm thank you”
Shit, did Eddie say that out loud?
You let out a chaste breath as you felt his long thick fingers finally graze your wet slit.
Eddie gently massages circles onto your clit, and your hips roll into his hand.
“Mmmm, that’s it, relax f’me… this is what you needed, hmmm?”
“Uh-huh,” you sigh as your body fully relaxes into Eddie’s soft touch.
Eddie’s hand continues to work your fluttering clit before he decides to let an oiled finger slip into your hole.
“Oh, sweetheart, you are so tight, so tense. You should have told me earlier. I really need to loosen you up” he pumped his finger in and out of your pussy before curling his fingers to massage your inner walls.
“Maybe we could extend the session,” your breath hitches.
“I think that can be arranged,” he slips a second finger effortlessly.
As he continued to work your pussy he added his thumb to your clit. That familiar feeling of lust and need built up in your lower stomach as Eddie sped up his fingers.
“More,” you pleaded. You were at his mercy. You’d do anything to have him make you cum.
“I think I need to get in deeper,” he hummed.
You liked that idea; you popped up to finally see him. You watched as his pants slipped from his hips, and your mouth waters at the sight of his hard cock staring you in the face.
“Like what you see?” He smirks as he watches you checking him out while he checks you out, seeing your naked breasts for the first time.
“Yeah, like what you see?” You ask back.
“Oh yes,” he leaned in to cup your face, bringing your lips together.
Eddie’s mouth took over yours, and he ravaged you. His plush lips were so soft as his lips explored your own. His tongue slipped into your mouth as his soft hands moved up your middle to kneed your breasts.
You shuffle back so Eddie can place himself between your legs.
“Need you now,” you spoke into his mouth between kisses.
“Want you so bad” Eddie replies.
“Please,” you begged for him.
Eddie stripped the rest of his scrubs and exposed the tattoos that dawned his alabaster skin. He was covered head to toe in ink. You wanted to kiss every inch of his body, but the need to have him inside of you was more, so you widened your legs as far as they could go to expose yourself.
“Thought you said you pulled your groin” Eddie smirks
“Guess your magic hands healed me” You sank your hand between your legs so you were touching yourself, teasing Eddie as you worked your fingers in your needy clit.
“Magic hands, huh?” He replaced your hand with his.
“Mmmmhmmm,” you hum as Eddie kisses you and guides you to lie on the fold-out table.
“You think these are magic just wait and see what my cock can do.”
You gasp as Eddie slips the head of his cock across your wet lips, collecting your slick before the tip of his cock breaches your hole.
His cock was thick and long. Slowly, he stretched you out inch by inch. Sinking deeper and deeper until you enveloped him wholly.
Eddie watched as your pussy swallowed him, skin to skin, he didn’t even know you, but it didn’t matter; all that mattered was how you were making him feel and how he was making you feel.
“Oh, Eddie!” You cried as he started building up his speed, pumping into you.
“Mmmmm, I like how you scream my name.” You watch as his body pumps into you, his abs defining themselves with every thrust in. His big hands grip as best they can on your oiled skin and push your legs to your chest, folding you in half as he does.
“S’big,” you try and grab at Eddie, but he’s too far out of reach, so you ball your hands into fists and grit your teeth in frustration. You want to feel him, to touch him, to have all of him.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
“Wanna kiss you” you whined.
“Shhhh, you’re okay; as long as my dick is inside of you, you’re fine.”
“Oh fuck!” He sunk deep into you, faster and faster, his hips thrust his cock deeper into your needy cunt.
“That’s it, take it like a good girl.”
God, the mouth on this man, you had no idea.
Eddie gave in and leaned over to kiss you before he unexpectedly jumped off the table and flipped you over to your hands and knees.
“The only way I’m going to get as deep as you want, baby,” you could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke.
“Just give it to me”
“Oh, asking to be fucked? Wanna be fucked by my cock, huh?”
You nod your head frantically as he aligns your hips to be at the perfect height for him to pound into you.
“Fuck look at that” he massaged your ass, spreading it apart before plunging his hard cock back into your throbbing pussy.
You let out a scream; Eddie was right; this angle was deeper, so deep you swore he was in your stomach at this point.
“That’s it, you can take it.” Eddie watched as your oiled skin bounced off his cock, and he swore he was in heaven.
Your tight pussy clenched down on him even more from the angle. The way your warm wet walls were hugging his cock, how your ass looked bouncing off his body, he could have come by now, but he wanted to hold off, savour this a little while longer.
Eddie reached round your body to massage your clit once more. His fingers were moving so meticulously while his cock was pouncing into you from behind.
“Faster” You grabbed Eddie’s wrist because his fingers were too slow; no way you would cum from them slowly circling your swollen clit.
Eddie listened to your plea and picked up the pace with his hands and his hips. Eddie was pounding into you so hard. If you were an outsider looking in, you would swear the fold-out table would have given out, but you were so cockdrunk you had no other thoughts than how Eddie was making you feel.
“You’re close, baby; I can feel the way you’re squeezing me; you’re going to cum when I say okay.”
“Can’t hold it, wanna cum, wanna cum so bad!” your upper body gives out, only making your ass arch higher for Eddie. He looks down to see the creamy ring form at the base of his cock as your orgasm threatens to take over.
“Hold on, on my count ok.”
“Mmmmmmmm” was all you managed to get out. Eddie s fingers still circling your clit, with his cock hitting your g spot. There was no way you were holding out any longer.
You wanted to cum so bad, but you also wanted to please Eddie, your friend, your hardest.
“Cum for me in…. 3….2….1, cum on my cock” he spoke between each thrust into you.
You listened and came as soon as the words left his mouth. Your body seized, and your mouth opened, but nothing came out as your silent cries were met with a wave of pleasure that washed over your whole being, soaking Eddie’s cock even more.
It could have been minutes or a few just a few thrusts later, you didn't know, but Eddie pulled out and finished, spreading his seed on your ass, which was somehow still perched in the air for him.
“Holy shit,” you hear Eddie whisper. “Definitely never done that before,” he laughed.
“Same,” you sigh, still fucked out.
Eddie picked up the discarded sheet off the floor and wiped off the remanence of his seed off of your ass and back.
“So, uh, that fix your problem?” He smirked.
“Only time will tell.” You sit back up finally with the sheet wrapped around you. “Maybe next time we will have you set up in the bedroom… You know, there is more space up there,” you smile.
“Next time?” Eddie smiles back.
“Yeah, maybe I’ll even cook you something, buy you dinner first.”
warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, a bit suggestive at some parts, language, more fluff
author’s note: this was totally meant to be a small lil blurb but then i ended up getting sucked into it and well…it ended up being a tiny bit longer than i thought. also, there’s some legal jargon in here that i totally might’ve misused, don’t hate me! i’m not a lawyer i swear! anywho, i’m still pretty new to the whole writing thing so please go easy on me because i’m a crybaby
p.s. i stopped writing it in order to keep the word count from going through the roof, but if you guys would like a part two picking up right where this leaves off then i’m soooo into that, i really love these two!
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Let it be known, Eddie Waylon Munson was not a dog person. This doesn’t mean that Eddie is a cat person either really, he’d actually be more inclined to categorize himself as a fish person, really. Eddie can hardly take care of himself, who in the hell would think he could take care of another living being?
Steve fucking Harrington. That’s who.
Under any other circumstances, Eddie would’ve turned him down in a heartbeat when he asked him to watch his Golden Retriever, Captain, for a week while he’s on vacation with his parents.
“Dude, c’mon. You owe me one.”
Eddie scoffed. “Since when do I owe you one?”
“I–There must be something I’ve done for you…” Steve sighs ,”Haven’t I been letting you swim in my pool free of charge?”
“Yeah, me and every single other member of our party.” Eddie rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, determined to stick to his answer of a hard no.
“Fine,” Steve huffs. “What if I gave you three hundred bucks for it?”
At this new piece of information, Eddie perked up.
“Well, well, well Harrington. Why didn’t you just lead with that?” The two boys shook hands, and that was that.
Eddie wishes he could’ve said no, but he unfortunately really needed the extra cash. The weed business had been slow due to the fact that his usual richie-rich-asshole customers are all off “summering” with their rich families wherever it is that the rich families go to do that shit.
Eddie figured that he could handle this. Steve assured him that Captain is well trained thanks to the expensive trainers that his parents hired, plus Eddie would get to stay at Hotel de Harrington while he watched the dog. Eddie will mind his business, Captain will do his own thing, and Eddie would be $300 richer at the end of it all. Sweet digs and three hundred bucks is just something Eddie doesn’t have the heart to pass up these days.
–
Eddie always manages to forget just how gi-fucking-normous the Harrington’s mansion house is. As Steve leads him through the foyer and into the numerous hallways, Eddie figures he must look like he’s stepping into a house for the first time. His jaw drops a little at the seemingly priceless artwork that hangs from the walls, the crystal vases lined up on shelves, and the expensive looking furniture placed meticulously all around the house. He hopes to hell that he doesn’t find some way to fuck something up while he’s shacking up here.
“I can’t believe you live in this art museum, Harrington.”
Steve scoffs. “Yeah, it’s all nice and fancy until you think about the fact that all the dumb shit decorating this place could probably feed a small village.”
Eddie stifles a laugh, then hears an excited bark from the other room.
“Okay, time to meet the man himself. Just warning you, he’s a hugger.” Steve winks at Eddie and jogs to unlock the door to the backyard. As soon as the glass door slides open, Eddie sees a blur of blonde fur coming towards him, and then all he can see is the ceiling.
Eddie quickly learns that this is because Captain has knocked him right on his ass.
Captain squirms on top of Eddie, trying his hardest to lick him all over his face and neck while Steve is bent over cackling at the whole ordeal.
“Okay, okay buddy. Thanks so much,” Eddie says unenthusiastically while glaring at Steve. He gently shoves Captain off of him and stands back up, only to look down and realize that his all black outfit is now covered in little golden dog hairs. This only causes Steve to laugh harder.
Steve straightens back up after being hunched over and sighs, “I warned you man,” then walks past Eddie and into the laundry room, clapping him on the shoulder as he goes.
Captain trots happily behind the boys as Steve shows Eddie where Captain’s food and water bowls are, how much to feed him and when, and where his leash and harness are. Steve assures him that he doesn’t have to take Captain on a walk or anything if he doesn’t feel like it (he so does not), but he does have a grooming appointment scheduled on the day the Harrington’s set off on their vacation.
Eddie huffs at this revelation.
“I know man, I’m sorry. My mom had apparently scheduled it months ago and forgot it was on the day we were leaving. But it’s really easy I swear, you just drop him off at noon, and then pick him back up at three. It’s already paid for and everything.” Steve looks at Eddie apologetically, and Eddie figures it won’t be that bad.
–
Eddie was wrong. He’s only been watching the dog for an hour and already he knows he’s not cut out for this shit. Captain is stuck to Eddie like fucking velcro. Who knew dogs could be so needy? Eddie goes to sit on the couch? Captain needs to sit right next to him. Eddie needs to go to the kitchen to grab a drink? Captain is practically stepping on his heels as he trails behind him. Eddie has been pretty lenient so far, it’s only a week right? But he’d had enough when Captain was demanding to follow him into the bathroom, pawing at the door and whining when Eddie wouldn’t let him in.
Thank god for that goddamn grooming appointment.
Despite being only a couple hours into this gig, Eddie needed some alone time.
Captain seemed just as excited to get out of the house when Eddie fought to put his harness on him. He never thought he’d ever be spending a full ten minutes practically wrestling with a 70 pound dog, but Captain just wouldn’t sit still. After all was said and done, Captain sat and waited next to the front door calmly, while Eddie emerged sweaty and breathing heavily.
–
The grooming salon ended up being only ten minutes away from Steve’s house, which Eddie was thankful for since Captain decided to sit shotgun and stare at Eddie the entire way over. On the outside, the place looked fancy. Eddie scoffed a bit at the Grecian columns bracketing the entrance, and the name of the salon printed in gold swoopy letters across the large window panes in the front. He couldn’t believe people were willing to shell out enough cash to bring their dogs to a place like this all for a haircut. Eddie looks over at Captain, who is of course staring at him…still, and sighs.
“Here goes nothing I guess.”
Eddie wrangles Captain out of his van and into the salon, hoping to God that these people wouldn’t be able to smell the poor on him.
What actually occurred was quite the opposite.
Upon opening the glass doors, Eddie was hit with a whoosh of cool air and a small bell chimed to let the employees know that someone had walked in. Captain was apparently very excited by the gust of air, and decided to jump in circles around and through Eddie’s legs. While Eddie was caught up in detangling himself so he doesn’t fall flat on his face, he hadn’t noticed you walking up to them.
“Hi there, need some help?”
Eddie looked up and could’ve sworn he heard a choir of angels singing.
You stood there smiling at him, the prettiest girl Eddie had ever seen in his 24 years of life on Earth. He doesn’t think he’d ever had someone smile at him like that before, but he knows he could definitely get used to it.
While you were waiting for Eddie to respond, you noticed that his dog’s leash was still quite tangled around his legs. Deciding to take things into your own hands, you take a few steps back and kneel down to the ground to call the dog to you. He comes bounding up to you, causing his leash to slide smoothly out from under Eddie’s legs, rendering him untangled at last.
Eddie blinks, suddenly he’s untangled and Captain is jumping up onto you, ever the hugger.
He finally gets his head out of his ass and jogs up to you, grabbing Captain’s leash and yanking him off of you.
“Bad boy, Captain. We’re supposed to ask for consent before hugging pretty girls.”
Eddie is elated when he spots a blush crawling up your cheeks. You stand and brush yourself off.
“It’s really okay. Captain has my consent to hug me any time he wants!” Your voice had risen to a puppy-talk octave, Eddie never imagined he’d find that so adorable. You lean down again to scratch Captain behind the ears, and the dog looks up at you with stars in his eyes. Eddie, having caught a whiff of your perfume as you bent down, is sporting the same look.
You straighten up with a happy sigh and look up at Eddie with a grin.
“Well then, now that we’re all introduced, how can I help you?”
Eddie all at once forgets why he’s here, caught up in your beautiful gaze. He feels like he should shield his eyes from yours, lest he burst into flames from taking in your beauty.
“I’m—uh...I’m grooming. N-no, that’s not right, sorry.” You giggle quietly while he tries to finish his sentence.
Eddie laughs at his own stupidity.
“Sorry. He’s getting groomed, he should have an appointment under Harrington I think?”
“Sure, let me check on that.” You turn away from him to walk back towards the front desk, and boy is it a treat for Eddie. You’re wearing a cute company t-shirt, white sneakers, and these perfect fucking denim jeans that cause Eddie’s to get a little tighter. They must’ve been tailor-made for you with the way they’re hugging your thighs, your hips, your ass–
“Alright, I’m seeing that Captain is just here for his routine trim, yes?” You look from your computer screen up at Eddie to find him already staring at you with his mouth slightly open. The look on his face makes you giggle a bit, and this seems to snap him out of his daze.
“Uh, yes. That sounds right.” Eddie shakes his head a bit to rid himself of all the impure thoughts swirling around in there. “I’m just bringing him in for a friend, so whatever’s on there should be right.”
You pretend to type some more as you try and find the will to push down the blush warming your cheeks. You already clocked that he was gorgeous when he stumbled through the front doors, but how in the hell does he keep getting better? You noticed the bulge of his bicep when he yanked Captain off of you, the warm chestnut color of his eyes, and now his super-sexy-deep voice? Being turned on at work was not on your agenda today…
After a few seconds of nonsense typing and very deep breaths, you look back up at Eddie to find him smiling at you.
“That’s really sweet of you, to help out your friend.”
Eddie puffs out his chest (as though he hasn’t been mentally complaining about watching Steve’s dog for multiple hours).
“Yeah, I do what I can to help.” Eddie shrugs his shoulders in a way he hopes comes across as ’Yeah baby, I’m just a helpful guy. Super nice, super sweet, definitely boyfriend material..’
You grin and finish getting Captain all checked in.
“Alrighty! Captain’s all good to go. I can get him taken back and then we’ll see you in three hours.”
Your sweet smile has Eddie captivated until he realizes you’re holding your hand out for Captain’s leash. Eddie reluctantly hands it over, because now he has to wait a whole three hours to see you again. You take the leash, wave ‘bye’ to Eddie, and walk through the door that leads to the rest of the salon. Eddie lets out a deep sigh.
Goddamnit.
—
Three hours turned out to feel more like three days when it meant waiting to see your face again. Eddie arrived fifteen minutes early to the salon (a first) and waited anxiously for Captain’s scheduled pickup time to roll around. Eddie strutted into the salon not a second too late before screeching to a halt.
In your place, stood a much older, much rounder lady. Eddie deflated a little, cursing himself for not finding out if you’d even be here at this time. He huffs out a breath, and begins walking up to the front desk.
Then, a thought pops into his head.
Maybe, if he’s nice enough, he can ask the older woman about you. Then at least he’d have your name and maybe even when you were working next!
Eddie decides it’s time to amp up the ol’ Munson Charm.
His tentative walk turns into a swagger-filled stroll as he reaches the front desk. Eddie leans on an elbow and smiles a devilish smile down at the woman. She looks up at him with wide eyes as he dings the silver bell that sits on the desk, winking at her while he does it.
“H-How can I help you sir?”
“Oh sweetheart, please…call me Eddie.” He goes on after she spends a moment too long gazing up at him, “And who might you be?”
She gulps and straightens her horned glasses. “B-Betty. Betty Brown.”
“Hello, Betty Brown,” Eddie can tell his charming smile is having an effect on her, and he’d be lying if it wasn’t boosting his ego a tiny bit. “I’m here to pick up my dog, Captain. Brought him by a few hours ago to get his haircut…you know how he likes to impress the ladies.”
Betty nods and takes a deep breath before turning to the computer to try and hide her smile.
“Okay, Mr. Eddie. I checked him out with the card on file, he should be up here shortly.”
“Thanks, sweetheart.” Eddie waits a moment, before launching into his plan. “I was actually hoping you could help me with a little something else.”
Betty looks back up at him, blushing when they make eye contact.
“See, when I was in here earlier, there was a really nice girl helping me out. But, silly me, I completely forgot to ask what her name was.”
To Eddie’s delight, Betty’s face lights up in recognition. She says your name with so much glee that it’s obvious to him how loved you must be around here.
“Yes, she got off an hour ago. She usually works the morning shifts, except on Fridays because those are her days off.”
Eddie quickly learned that underneath Betty’s bashful smile was a woman who loved to talk, and he couldn’t be happier for it. Eddie quickly learned how long you’ve worked here, that you don’t have any pets of your own, and that last Christmas you brought the most delicious homemade cookies for the entire staff. He also learned that you’ll be working again for the next two mornings.
Eddie left with Captain and a smile on his face, but not before pressing a kiss to sweet, sweet Betty’s hand. Thanks to her, Eddie’s confidence is restored and he actually thinks he might have a shot with you. All he has to do now is figure out what his reasons will be for coming back to the salon two days in a row.
–
He spent all evening pacing around the Harrington’s house trying to come up with excuses to come see you. All of the ones he’d thought of so far made him look like even more of a jackass than he did today.
I thought I might’ve dropped my wallet somewhere around here. A gorgeous girl isn’t going to want to go out with a guy who drops his shit everywhere. Pass.
I think Captain needs a little more of a haircut, maybe just another half inch off? First of all, Eddie doesn’t know shit about haircuts. He’s been doing his own with kitchen scissors in his bathroom mirror for over a decade. Second, he would never risk potentially offending you and your work as a dog groomer on the off chance that you’re the one who cut Captain’s hair. And lastly, for a dog, he’s got to admit that Captain looks pretty damn good after his appointment. Who knew a dog could look so regal and majestic? Anyways, PASS.
It was only after Eddie had plopped down on the leather couch with a huff of defeat that he heard the first few plinks of raindrops hitting the windows. Eddie went to his phone to check the forecast for the rest of the night, and as luck would have it, there was a 100% chance of thunderstorms until tomorrow morning. As all the pieces of his new plan began stitching themselves together, Eddie finally allowed himself to relax.
–
Eddie used to hate his “backyard,” if you could even call it that. Behind the trailer was a medium sized patch of dirt, with some sorry-looking green plant-things trying their best to survive scattered about. The only times Eddie would really look forward to going outside to play as a kid, much to Wayne’s dismay, was when it rained. Because when it rained, the once dry and grainy surface turned into slippery, messy mud. Eddie used to love sliding around and making mud pies and all of that stuff, and right now it seems like Captain is having just as much fun, if not more, than Eddie used to.
The yard was fenced in, so Eddie wasn’t too worried about Captain running away despite Steve’s promises that he’s ‘leash-trained’. Eddie planned to tell you otherwise though.
‘He just somehow managed to get away from me. Yeah, I had to chase him all through the mud and dirt this morning. But I caught him because I’m like, really fast and strong and stuff.’
He does feel a little guilty about lying to you. But he figures that if it’s something the two of you can laugh over at your wedding someday, then it’s well worth the little white lies.
Eddie’s brought back from his reverie of you in a long, white dress by Captain dropping the mud-soaked tennis ball at his feet…again.
He couldn’t believe how much energy this dog had. They’d already been out here for twenty minutes and Captain just kept going and going. Eddie did have to admit, it was sort of fun watching him play. He even found himself laughing out loud when Captain would get the ball stuck in a puddle of mud and not hesitate to dunk his entire head in to retrieve it. There was even one point where Captain got so excited and amped up that he just zoomed around in circles over and over again.
Maybe dogs aren’t so bad after all.
After another ten minutes of chasing around the now mud-covered tennis ball, Captain decides he’s done playing and sits down at Eddie’s feet. Eddie can’t help but notice that he’s panting pretty hard. “You must be thirsty, huh?”
Eddie runs inside the trailer to grab a tupperware bowl and fills it with cold water from the tap. He hopes to god that Captain hasn’t run away already, he’s decided to really put Steve’s whole “leash training” thing to the test. But sure enough, when Eddie shoves his front door open there he is, sitting nicely at the foot of the trailer’s steps. Eddie pats his head, then promptly wipes the flaky, dried mud off onto his jeans. “Good boy.”
After Captain is done drinking water, Eddie looks him over to ensure that he is completely and totally covered head-to-toe in mud. Letting out a satisfied sigh, he decides that it’s time for the next stage of his plan to take action.
He loads Captain into the back of his van (Eddie makes sure to drive especially slow, and Captain pretty much lays down the whole time) and he sets off towards the salon.
–
Eddie is practically vibrating with anticipation as he puts his van into park. He’s ecstatic when he sees your beautiful face smiling after two customers as they exit the salon. Eddie turns around in his seat to see Captain.
“Okay, buddy. It’s showtime. I need you to bring your A-game and be a real good wingman for me in there. Got it?”
Captain tilts his head at Eddie, as though he didn’t understand a thing he said, but then straightens up and lets out a firm bark. A laugh bursts out of Eddie as he turns the van off and goes to get Captain from the back. Before rounding the side of his van, and while he’c completely out of your sight, he does a quick smell test on his pits and breath, and then double checks his hair and teeth in the reflection of his rear windows. After deeming himself presentable, he takes a big deep breath.
“Don’t be stupid, Munson. Think charming thoughts,” he says under his breath as he starts towards the front door.
–
You’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t sticking around fifteen minutes after your shift was over yesterday in the hopes that Eddie would decide to come back early to pick up Captain. It’s rare that a guy comes into the salon who looks to be around your age and single, but it’s much rarer that they’re as good-looking as Eddie is. You spent the entire drive home and the rest of the night fantasizing about his voice, his big hands, his laugh. You wondered what he did while he waited for Captain’s appointment to be done, what his favorite movie was, his favorite food…But most of all, you wondered if you were making up this mutual attraction in your head? The nervous stuttering and blushing could just be from nervousness, but he was definitely staring at you a few times. You also wonder whether or not you had actually caught him staring at your ass…but maybe it’s best not to get ahead of yourself. Maybe he has a girlfriend. Maybe he doesn’t even see you that way? Maybe you should get a grip because you’re basing all of this delusion fantasy off of a ten minute conversation you had with the guy. Leave it to you to construct a made-up scenario in your head after a short interaction with a new crush.
Be that as it may…you still made sure to carve out an extra half hour to get ready for your shift today. You blow-dried your hair using your fancy products, spent quite a bit of time on your makeup, and spritzed some perfume on before you left. You even made sure to wear the same jeans as you did the day before, just in case he was looking.
The first half of your shift was spent hunched over the front desk, it was an extremely slow day so far. You found yourself perking up a bit whenever a dark haired individual would walk by the front of the salon, only to droop back down again at the realization that it wasn’t who you wished it was. With all the rain that came down in Hawkins last night, you figured more people would be making last minute appointments to have their dogs bathed, you’d hoped that today would be busy enough to keep your mind from wandering to a certain pair of warm, brown eyes. But as your shift crawled towards the halfway point, suddenly things started looking up.
As excited as you were to spot a familiar gorgeous man walking into the salon again, you couldn’t conceal the look of shock on your face once your eyes landed on his mud-covered companion.
“Oh–oh my god!” Eddie couldn’t quite read your expression, but he was relieved to hear a laugh bubble out of you after your exclamation. He stood there sheepishly for a moment before he remembered his plan: Be. Charming.
You walk out from behind the desk with a hand covering your mouth, not quite believing what you were seeing. There stood Captain, proudly smiling and panting, covered head to paw in mud. Another laugh bubbled out of you, and you were pleased to find Eddie laughing with you.
Goddamnit, that’s a sexy laugh he’s got.
“What…what happened to you?” You say to Captain, bending down to gently pat his head.
“This absolute miscreant here got out of the house this morning and found himself a nice, muddy yard to roll around in.” Eddie looked at you with a grin that made your knees weak.
He looked you up and down while you straightened back up. Was there a way for someone to get a thousand times more beautiful overnight?
A blush rose to your cheeks as you caught him checking you out. That settles it, he’s definitely flirting with you. If he can be so forward about it, maybe you can too.
You look up at Eddie through your lashes, making sure to flutter them a couple times for good measure.
“Aw. And here I was thinking you’d gotten him all dirty just so you could come and see me again.”
Eddie stills.
Fuck, he can’t believe how hot you are.
Fuck, was his plan really that shitty? Did you just call him out?
Eddie’s panicking is subdued by your quiet giggle. Thank god, you were kidding.
“It’s a good thing you managed to catch him, he looks like the type to go on an adventure in the woods.” Eddie startles, quickly realizing he’d been full-on staring at you while conducting his mental freak-out.
“Oh, yeah. I’m–like….fast…” Eddie can feel himself getting lost in your eyes as you stare up at him. His words trail off into oblivion, nothing else exists other than your pretty smile, the little crinkles next to your eyes, your lips…
Holy shit, is Eddie staring at your lips right now? Is he going to kiss you? God, you hope he does, you’ve been fantasizing about his lips for hours now. You can’t let him kiss you right here in the lobby…can you?
Eddie shakes his head a little, breaking himself from the trance you put him under.
“Ahem, yeah,” Eddie loudly cleared his throat ,”It was no big deal, really. He’s a good dog, came right back after he realized he was in the wrong.” Eddie looked down at Captain, only to find him looking right back up at him, obviously judging him for his outright lies. Eddie looks up at you, shrugging and shaking his head disapprovingly. He lets out a big, over dramatic sigh ,”I just don’t know what I’m gonna do with this one.”
“Well it’s obviously not his fault,” you reply, “Look at that face! That face could never do anything wrong. I should know, I’m actually his lawyer.” Eddie spots your poorly concealed smirk and decides to jump head first into this bit with you, excited to see if you can keep up.
“Oh really?” He crosses his arms and takes a tiny step towards you. This causes his t-shirt to pull taught around his arms, accentuating his biceps. Your mouth waters a bit.
“Yes, really. My client is as innocent as they come.” You place your hands on your hips and look up at him with a level of sass Eddie had no idea you were capable of. He decides that he loves it.
“Huh, that’s interesting. I totally object.”
“Are you implying that he acted with intent? Are you attempting to slander my client?” You place your hand on your chest in a “pearl-clutching” type of way, Eddie stifles a laugh.
“I am indeed. He knew exactly what he was doing when he ran out that door, the evidence is all over his fur,” Eddie replies.
“My client was just following his nose, any mess that ensued was purely circumstantial. He is innocent of any and all wrongdoing.” Eddie feels like he’s got stars in his eyes, he can already picture you fitting in so perfectly into a DnD campaign. You take his pause as a sign to bring your argument home.
“This is a clear case of prosecutorial overreach. My client was acting in the best interest of the household, ensuring that the yard was thoroughly inspected for potential threats, pests, intruders, or otherwise. Any mud on his fur is merely a badge of his dedication to home security.” You cross your arms, clearly having won this fake-case.
Eddie takes a step back and starts a slow clap. You take a tiny bow and burst into a fit of giggles.
“I’m impressed, sweetheart.” You hope Eddie doesn’t see how affected you are by that nickname. “Where the hell did all the legal jargon come from?”
“I used to watch a lot of Law and Order.” You look down, suddenly shy with a sparkly feeling in your chest. You really hope you didn’t come across as super weird. It’s been a while since you’ve been able to have banter like that with someone else. Hawkins isn’t a very diverse place, and you’ve found that the majority of the people living here tend to be pretty cookie-cutter conservative. It feels great to let loose a little with someone you’re interested in, you just hope you’ll get more opportunities to do it.
Eddie, on the other hand, can’t stop looking at you. Is this what falling in love feels like? The girls in this town all seem to have made their own assumptions and come to their own conclusions about Eddie: he’s a devil worshiper, a satanist, a hookup to check off their bucket list and then never speak to again. But not you, obviously. You don’t look at him with the same disgust in your eyes as everyone else in this town does. Your eyes are full of a kindness and warmth that Eddie could see himself getting used to.
“So, uh,” Eddie rambles, “What’s the verdict for Mr. Captain?” Captain perks up at the sound of his name, you giggle at the tilt of his head.
“Hm,” You tap your finger to your chin and look off into the distance, “I think a nice, relaxing bath would do. Maybe a couple treats, too, for being such a good boy.” You squat down to Captain’s height to scratch him behind the ears, and Eddie can’t help but cringe a little at the flakes of dried mud that drift down off of Captain’s head and onto the floor.
You grab Captain’s leash from Eddie as you stand back up, walking him over to the desk to get him checked in at the computer. He’s delighted to discover that you’re wearing the same pair of jeans as you were yesterday, and he mentally kicks himself for sneaking another peek at the way your hips sway as you walk. Eddie deflates a little at the realization that this might be the end of this interaction. He never wants to stop talking to you.
“I’m guessing the card on file is what we’ll be using today?” You ask sweetly, looking up at Eddie.
“Uh, yeah. Yeah that’s just fine, thank you.”
Holding eye contact with Eddie, you murmur “,You’re very welcome,” with a smile.
Oh, Eddie is so totally fucked.
Eddie watches as you walk Captain to the hallway door and hand his leash off to a younger girl. You happily trot back up to the front desk and lean on it with your smiling face resting in your hands.
“Oh, you– you’re not giving him his bath?” Eddie stammers out.
“Nope.” You reply, popping the ‘p.’ “I’m stuck on front desk duty today.”
Eddie sighs, relieved that your conversation might not be over. He puts his elbows on the counter and leans towards you a bit. “Well, it can’t be all that bad.”
Your smile widens and you tilt your head, “I think it’s starting to get better.”
needddd your headcanons on what modern!eddie’s dating profile would look like!! what type of photos would he have?, what would his bio be? so curious what your brainworm would think of this!!!
(youre my fav writer on this app btw, ily <3)
Oh jeez, idk. It's been so long since I've been on a dating app (I refuse to get back on) and I never write modern!Eddie (not my cup of tea---I wanna be delusional in the 80s) so I'm not sure my thoughts will be that great, but I'll try lol.
First of all, I think Eddie is a stupid 20 year old teenage boy, so I think he'd 100% use shirtless pics to attract women. Especially shirtless pics of him playing guitar. He knows what the fuck he's doing... And it would work too!!!!
There'd honestly be a lot of him at the Hideout playing and he definitely had to pay Nancy to come take 'professional' photos of them mid-set. And he paid her extra to stage the angles behind the five drunks to make it look like people actually show up for his music LOL
Assuming Steve has a young family, Eddie would 100% steal his baby for a posed 'candid' of him and the poor unassuming infant. Then he'd write 'not my baby, but not opposed. message if interested' as if it's a vintage find on Depop. God, he's so annoying.
Part of me wonders if he'd say anything about loving D&D. It would attract the right women, that's for sure. Or people who don't mind and are curious. He'd probably say some stupid shit like "I'm trying to put my sword in your bag of holding" lol
I think he'd write funny shit on his profile but his photos would be the balance of 'I'm hot, look at me do cool things and have friends'
That is all for now🙂↕️ I hope it was somewhat entertaining. And thank you for liking my stuff!! That's very sweet of you, schnookums <3333
Ok, but hear me out, i wrote my first one!
part II part III part IV
A knew dungeon
modern!gamer!eddie x f!reader
warnings: 18+ cussing, cursing, dirty talk, grinding, soft!dom eddie, daddy kink, slightly non con, p in v, unprotected sex, breading, exhibitionism, little bit of degration, let me know if i forgot something,
word count: 1688
It was a normal night, you are napping in Eddie's bed after a hard day at work.
The cold breeze coming through the open window was the first thing that woke you up, that, and Eddie's constant keyboard clicks.
The light from his screen hurt your eyes, making you angry, but the last straw was him stuttering loudly at something his friend said over the discord.
"Baby, can you turn it down? There are people in here trying to sleep" you huff, sitting down at the edge of the bed.
Eddie was sitting in his gamer chair, into only losing shorts. You can see the outline of his cock even if it's not hard. You traced your eyes over all of his body, the V line, the happy trail going up to his lower belly. The bluish light from his set contouring the soft muscle of his abdomen, making his face shine pale and you found yourself lost in his beautiful face, big brown eyes over you, his hair tight in a high bun making you sigh.
He took of one of his headphones muting his mic, and smile wide for you
"oh, shit! babe, Sorry. Did I wake you up?"
you let a soft laugh escape from your lips, how can he be so goofy and sexy at the same time?
"yeah! your keyboard make so much noise, all those clicks was inside my head" you roll our eyes with a playful smile "that, and is so cold here without you baby"
Eddie took a few steps to you, lowering to give a gentle kiss at your lips, grabbing your face and putting his forehead at yours.
"I'm sorry sweetheart, i can't pause a online game, and we just found a new dungeon, i can't let the boys get all the glory"
Before you could respond, two big calloused hands pulled you up, he circled his arms around your middle, dragging you to his lap while he sat back in his chair. You back pressed into his naked chest, his warmth irradiating to you body, making you relax at him.
"Thirty minutes babe, then I'm all yours, ok? Sit here and be pretty while watching your metal boyfriend kill some fucking monsters"
He give your cheek a smooth kiss and put his headphones back, un-muting the mic
"Yeah fuckers, i'm back, let's do this!" he chuckles "shut up Gareth, it's none of your business"
15 minutes later, you started to get bored.
You watched his finger working on the keyboard keys with such expertise, his fat fingers moving up and down, pressing in the keys, making you feel your core burning, your bottom lips pressed between your teeths. You could feel his soft cock through your clothed pussy, and you started to grind on his thigh, your ass grinding on his mushroom tip, making he hissed at you.
"What are you doing pretty girl?" Eddie cocks his eyebrows to you with a smirk.
you pressed your lips at eddie’s neck,tracing his jugular with the tip of your tongue, your hips now on his hardener cock “i’m bored” you put your full weight on his lap, he could felt the wetness of your cunt on his shorts, you whisper in his ear "i need you baby".
Eddie opened and closed his mouth but the only sound that he made was a moan when you bury your wet folds on his hard cock. You keep grinding on his lap, but suddenly the friction was not enough, you let a growl escape.
You turn yourself on Eddie's lap, now chest to chest, you could feel his cock sticking on your clit, you moaned low into your boyfriend's neck as you rubbed your pussy, matching the rhythm of his hips.
Suddenly the clicking noises on the keyboard stopped and before you could say anything, Eddie's hands were tightening around your waist, pushing you further onto his cock.
"What a bad girl, couldn't even wait 15 minutes for me to finish the match, needy little girl" his hands went down to your ass.
He pushed your hips against his, pulling a moan from your lips.
"Is that what you need babe? my dick deep inside that wet pussy? so fucking wet for me”
His hands traveled into your body, stopping at your breasts
"No bra, huh?"
he squeezed your left breast, taking your nipple between his fingers, rolling and pushing a little too strong.
"Oh! Eddie" you squirmed to his mouth on your clothed nipple, making you grind harder on him. A wet spot was forming on his shorts.
"Fish my cock baby, yeah, i need you to sink in this cock, need to feel that tigh little pussy, give me my pussy baby, you are a fucking needy whore, such a good whore for me"
you freed his cock, his dripping tip, shining with pre-cum made your mouth watered. the tips of your finger tracing the way down through his body, teasing at the path of hair until the base of his length, fingers intertwined on his cock. You gave a few pumps before felt two fat fingers fucks your cunt making your legs weak and a pornographic moan fill the room.
The icon of a very non muted mic made Eddie smirk, he fingersfucked you, your pussy already stretched enough to his engorged dick.
You whimper for the loss of Eddie's finger, when he ripped apart your lace panties
"Eddie, what the fuck.."
You were cutted mid phrase for the tip of his cock teasing your entrance, you bite your lips trying to suppress the moans escaping from your throat
"Such a whore, need my cock so much, couldn't wait 30 fucking minutes to feel my big cock on that tigh pussy, right baby?"
He sinks you slowly into his cock, it's torture, the burning feeling from the stretching, the lights from his rgb keyboard reflect on his big beautiful brown eyes, everything was to much.
"I asked you a question, babe" he buckled his hip with more strength, making his cock deep inside you. "You want to feel all of my cock on your pussy? Want to make daddy happy? 'll let me fuck you like a filth whore you are?" his hips moving so slow made you buckle your hips searching for any kind of realease
"Say it, pretty girl and I'm gonna give. all. to. you." one more bite into the sweet spot between your neck and your shoulder and you are almost screaming on his lap
Eddie pushes your body incredibly closer to his, making your mouth near to his neck, to his mic. He sank your tight little hole into his cock in once, making you moan and whimper
"yes daddy, please, need your cock deep inside my cunt, wanna make you happy daddy, 'm your good girl, please please"
The sounds your wet pussy were doing while you bounced up and down on eddie's cock echoed on the paperwalls from his trailer, were driving him crazy, knowing all his friends were listen while he fuck the hell of you.
"wanna make daddy happy? gonna be a good girl?" he patronize while the trusts being sloppier and harder
"h-mm, yes daddy, i'm gonna be so...good, oh!fuck" his hands on the fat of your ass, squeezing and guiding you on his dick
"Lift your shirt, put this pretty little nipple into daddy's mouth, wanna taste you"
you did as you’re told, teasing his lips with your nipple, pressing it on the middle of his lips, your head fell back when his tongue enveloped your nipple, sucking and biting. His cock deliciously deep inside your sore cunt, making you feel a known knot on your lower belly.
"Gonna cum for me, pretty girl? tell me you are close, want to finished with you baby, touch that little clit for me, let me hear you falling apart on my cock" Your moans were muffled into eddie's neck, he was fucking you too your orgasm, he needed to be loud, to be a show. His big hand intertwined with your silk hair, pulling your face from his neck, your hands on his neck, pulling some of his hair, his free hand rubbing your clit, the final drop was his husky, low whisper on the lap of your ear
"Say it, my beautiful girl"
a fell seconds later all you could say was "i'm gonna cum i'm gonna cum, please daddy, please, please"
"cum inside me, need you to fill me daddy, please, please, please"
You and Eddie were tangled into each other, heaving chest and sweat bangs, he was the first one to break the silence.
"Fuck, you fuck me so good, took such good care of me baby girl, i don't know what i did to deserve such sweet girl like you"
a sweet smile blossomed on your lips as you kissed all over Eddie's face.
"I love you Teddie"
"I love you doll"
He pat your cheek with his thumb, eyes in admiration dancing through your face, he knows how to make you feel love even without any words.
"lemme tell you, go run a shower for us, i can order your favorite take out and we can watch whatever you want"
"sounds like a plan for me" you took in your own feet, going through the corridor to the bathroom, opening the shower and taking clean clothes for the pair of you.
When Eddie was sure you were far enough, he put his headphones from his neck to his ears.
"you are welcome fuckers, a word about that and i kill all of you with my bare hands... o shut up gareth, i know you listen the whole fucking thing, are you imaging her calling you daddy, huh?"
your voice put Eddie out of his mean mocking with his friends
continuation of orange colored skyorange colored sky setlist
inspired by the fact that i fall in love with someone new every time i go to trader joe's and @loveshotzz new older!steve series.
tw: outside of an age gap, not much. super fluffy it borders on gross. eddie is in his late 30s/early 40s, reader is late-late 20s/early 30s.
music inspo: everywhere - fleetwood mac
Wednesdays at two…
You wished you’d met this guy in the fall when you still felt cute getting off the train. It was like being in a sous vide every time you got on and off, walking back out into the hot sun of the city. Would your hair frizz? Was your makeup melting? You were at least smart enough to wear bike shorts under your skirt to avoid the rubbing of your thighs – hopefully he wouldn’t notice. Your feet hurt in your 90s looking wicker sandals but at a passing glance in a store window you figure you don’t look half bad. You look infinitely better than when he first saw you in your ‘errands ugly’ clothes. Maybe he’d even think you look cute.
Y’know – if he’s even there. Why’re you meeting up with some random stranger anyway? A sick flare of nervous embarrassment slides through your chest like a snake – this is stupid. He probably forgot about it. Whatever, you wanted to pick up a couple things anyway – it’s totally fine – this isn’t weird at all – and if he’s not there? It doesn’t matter. Who cares? You’ll be fine. You’ll go home and sift through a never ending collection of left swipes and ‘haha not much, just chillin naked. wbu?’ messages on whatever dating app you feel like opening that day.
A block and an escalator later, you’re in the depths of the shopping center where Trader’s is. You swallow the sick creeping up in your belly — this is so stupid — but it doesn’t take long for you to spot him at a small table near the coffee stand across from the store. His hair sits in a low bun this time, most of his wavy curls spilling over and framing his face. He looks nice, black tee shirt that he might’ve pressed, smarter looking black chinos with a belt he likely got at a vintage store. The silver buckle looks pretty and polished, shining like the rings on his fingers and the rim of the wire glasses he had perched on his nose. He’s typing away on a laptop, black iced coffee melting next to it that he occasionally reaches to sip.
“Um…You’re Eddie, right?” you stammer out as you walk toward the table. He looks up from his laptop, the glow of this screen reflecting back in his glasses. He stops to look you over, straw still in his mouth.
“Yeah, that’s me,” he grins, a breath of relief puffing out of his nose, “Didn’t actually think you were gonna show up — was sort of a shot in the dark.”
He stands up, hand outstretched for yours to shake, “I never caught your name.”
You take it, his handshake is firm and you can make out some of the tattoos on his fingers and hands. You introduce yourself and he mumbles a ‘nice to meet you’, your name sounds nice coming out of his mouth.
“This feels like a business meeting,” you laugh, “Like I’m here for an interview.”
He laughs back, “I did just come here from a meeting so I might still be in work mode, sorry.” He takes off his glasses, hanging them off the collar of his shirt. He packs up his bag, a well worn Jansport backpack covered in patches like the vest he had on the last time you saw him. You could tell it was old since there was a patch right at the center that read ‘METALLICA 1997 - Poor Touring Me’. A few other concert patches with ranging dates, 2003, 2009, 1998 littered the black canvas, you smile at it.
“1997?” you ask, “Metallica concert at what – nine? Your parents were cool with that?”
He looks down at it and his cheeks go pink, letting a breath puff out of his lips that makes them push out and motorboat, “What year were you born?”
“‘92,” you answer, “Why?”
“Jesus,” he mumbles, rubbing his face with a tight smile, “You’re a young thing, aren’t you?”
“How old were you in ‘97?” you ask while you both make it through the double doors of the grocery store. He grabs a basket and raises his brows with another big breath.
“Seventeen,” he says, “Got this backpack two days before that show actually.”
“You still have it?” you ask, trying to do the math in your head of how old he is and how long he’s had it.
“Jansport has a lifetime warranty,” Eddie smirks, “I’ve been putting it to good use.”
“So why’re you back here,” you ask, following him to the back aisle where the bread is, “You just went food shopping a few days ago.”
“I went for my neighbor,” he explains, grabbing two baguettes, “He fractured his foot and hasn’t been able to get up and down the stairs. Been running errands for ‘im in the meantime.”
“Oh,” you smile, “That’s nice of you.”
“Thanks,” he says, “You like bruschetta?”
“Why do you ask?”
“Well,” he starts, “I didn’t really think that Trader Joe’s was an ideal date so I thought I could ask you out here and also get some stuff for it ahead of time.”
“Oh,” you repeat, heat creeping up on your cheeks, “What did you have in mind?”
“Well if you’re free tomorrow afternoon…” he begins, but gets sidetracked. He sneaks behind you to grab some yogurt covered pretzels, “I saw you grab these the other day and got some too, they’re fuckin’ delicious.”
The spicy suede scent he had last time is replaced with a bright citrusy cedar, it matches his overall disposition. Your mouth waters when you inhale.
“Anyway, as I was saying,” he starts again, “If you’re free tomorrow afternoon, I’d love to treat you to a little something cute in the park. It’s supposed to be not so swampy.”
“Like a picnic?” you ask with a hint of a tease.
“Yeah,” he says, a glow of pink perking up on his ears hidden by his hair, “Something like that. If you’re into that – like – if you even want to go on a date with me.”
“I showed up here. I feel like that’s answer enough, right?”
“Right, right.”
The conversation quiets while he tosses a few more things in his basket.
“So what was your meeting for?” you ask, watching him look over the cold cuts and cured meats in the open refrigerated section. He was one of those, a ‘stand-and-starer’ instead of just knowing what to get. You try not to grind your teeth.
“Oh, new client meeting,” he says, like you know exactly what he’s referencing.
“For what? If you don’t mind me asking.”
He reaches for a package of salami and prosciutto before turning to you, “Do you eat meat?”
You nod while he continues to pick up and compare products, “New client for my side gig.”
“Which,” he says, tossing his selections in the basket, “If you can believe it, pays a shit ton more than my main gig.”
“What’s your big money side gig?” you laugh, following him to the next aisle.
“I’m a web developer,” he says, squatting down to look at granola. He hopes you don’t hear the way his knees crack, the way his face winces at the slight tightness in his joints. In Eddie’s defense, he didn’t get a chance to stretch this morning – normally he’s much more limber – he promises.
“Like making websites and stuff?” you squat next to him, your own knees cracking. You hope he doesn’t hear it.
“Just like that,” he says. He reaches in front of you, grabbing your arm to steady you as you wobble to move out of his way. His grip is gentle but firm, the spots beneath his fingertips buzzing with electricity, “Careful there, sugar.”
A smile spreads deep across your face while your eyes make friends with the floor under you, both of you rising back to your feet. His keys jingle on the same carabiner from before, clinking against a silver chain that you’re pretty sure connects to a wallet in his back pocket. He has Nike Killshots on today, the white with a black check instead of the navy. Everyone and their father has the white and navy.
“Do you like it?” you ask, holding in a giggle while he grunts getting up.
“Writing code and doing graphic design? Sure,” he shrugs, “Got into it really ahead of the game. You were probably still in grade school.”
You roll your eyes and he snickers, “But mostly, I make websites for trust fund kids who use daddy’s money to start new businesses. So it’s sort of like my side gig is uh…”
“Exploiting the rich?” you grin, he grins too, “Super punk.”
He shakes his head while you both walk out into the produce section, “No, no, super metal.”
“What’s your main gig?”
“Oh, come on – don’t break my heart,” Eddie’s dramatic flare shines through when he leans up against the flat edge of the pillar holding up the bananas. He holds his free hand to his chest, looking at you with a faux forlorn face that makes his brown eyes shine. Now that you’re really taking stock, you see the thin silver hoop hugging his right nostril – something about it makes your heart thump harder in your chest.
“The tattoos don’t give it away, huh?” he asks, passing the basket to the other arm, both biceps flexing against the well tailored t-shirt’s sleeves.
“A tattoo artist?” you wager a guess with a grimace and half shrug.
“No,” he says, the word covered in a soft laugh, “But I’ve been in my artist's shop enough that I might as well get paid to be there.”
“I can see that,” you nod, pulling a bunch of bananas from behind him and cradling them in your arm, “So what is it then?”
“C’mon, it’s obvious,” he smiles, “I’m a rockstar.”
“Are you?” you ask, your laugh bubbles out of you and it makes the back of his neck get hot. You’re too pretty to be flirting with him in Trader Joe’s but he can’t stop trying to make you laugh and smile.
“Well,” he shrugs, kicking off the wall, “Sort of.”
“Sort of a rockstar?” your brow lifts while you scan some of the fruits, hand reaching down to a display in front of you, “If you’re doing food food, how about I do dessert?”
“Peaches, huh?” he asks with a smirk, wrinkling his nose, “A little messy, don’tcha think?”
“They’re nectarines,” you correct, putting a few in one of the produce bags, “They’re not the same.”
“Hm,” he shrugs, letting his finger trail over the smooth waxy skin of one of the nectarines in the display, “Whatever you say, Peach.”
“Pfft,” you shake your head the same way he did to you, tying off the bag while you try to ignore how the butterflies in your stomach multiply at him calling you Peach.
“So if you’re doing dessert that means you’re free tomorrow, then?” he raises his brows, waiting for your answer while you both walk to the checkout line, “You never said if you were.”
“Yes I did,” you protest. His tattooed hand reaches out for the nectarines and bunch of bananas you’re holding. You look down at them and then back up at him, Eddie gives you a look, encouraging you to hand them over.
“No, you said you’d go on a date with me – gimme these, I got ‘em–” he beckons you with his hand to take them until you relent, putting them both in his basket, “And trust me, I’m glad you’re down to go on a date with me. But I just wanna make sure you’re around tomorrow so I know to turn on my charm in the morning.”
“Oh, it’s not on right now?” you flirt. Eddie’s smile gets boyish and shy, tucking a loose salt and pepper collection of strands behind his ear. He’s too blushy to respond, thankful that the Trader Joe’s worker directs you both for the next cashier. He hands you your bananas and nectarines and you plop them into your canvas bag while he finishes up, walking together out of the double doors.
“Um, could I - uh – damn why am I so nervous to ask you this? What am I, sixteen?” he thinks out loud to himself, furrowing his brow at his own ridiculousness, “Fuck, could I um – get your number?”
“You already asked me on a date and you’re nervous to get my number?” you tease, “For real?”
“Long story, I’ll tell you one day,” he says, handing you his phone. He tucks in his lips while you take it, watching eagerly while you put in your information. You save it under ‘Peach 🍑’ with your real name in the second line.
“Oh what, did it happen all the way back in the 70s or something? Hard to remember?” Your mean girl tone of voice has a hold on him that thrums in his chest.
“So you’re one of those girls, huh?” he releases his lips, tip of his tongue pressing against one of his canines, “I’ll keep that in mind.” He takes his phone back when you offer it to him, taking a quick second to shoot you a text that just says ‘eddie m.’ Your phone dings in your hand, going to save his number while he watches.
“M’gonna put it in as ‘Sort of Rockstar’,” you giggle to yourself.
“Please don’t.”
“Too late.”
You drop your phone into your canvas bag, giving him a final once over. He does the same and his stare almost makes you nervous with the way his brown eyes soften when they find your face. Not one for awkward silence you reach your hand out like he did when you met outside of the store.
“Pleasure doing business with you, Eddie,” you say, a lightness to your voice that has him swooning. His hand takes yours, big and slightly rough, calloused fingertips slightly brushing your wrist.
“Pleasure doing business with you,” he says, giving you a firm shake, “Same time tomorrow? At the park?”
“Sounds good.”
“I’ll um, I’ll text you. I’ll drop a pin,” he offers.
You’re both quiet for a moment, anxious with anticipation for tomorrow – for a real date. You say your goodbyes, your ‘see you tomorrows’.
Only to both start walking the same direction towards Target.
“Oh,” you laugh, “Are you going to Target, too?”
He laughs back, slightly hoarse and rough, smokey sounding, “I am. Should I wait a little? Don’t wanna cramp your style or anything. I know we just said goodbye.”
“No, no, we can go together,” you smile, big and bright, “We can both decide on what I’m making for dessert.”
thinking about modern!eddie munson hard launching you on all of his social media platforms the day he finally asks you to be his girl and you say yes 🥰
it catches you off guard (but not in a bad way) cause he didn’t even hesitate and you’re scrolling through all the congratulations and FINALLY comments in the post you’re tagged in but you’re so confused bc he never posted about you before!
And that’s how you find out that while you might have added him to your close friends list, he kept you off of his so he could openly obsess and pine over you to everyone except you. you were 98.9% of his stories (the other 1.1% are shitty memes that look like they’re from ifunny, terribly out dated or references that no one other than him and like four other people in Hawkins understand), tons of candid videos and pics of you, pictures of doodles you drew on his hands and arms, pictures of random objects and knick knacks you got him simply because you thought of him when you saw them and they reminded you of him like he is goo for you. gone, your bite marks . . . you got him using the heart eye and loved-up emojis. you made him a simp and you never even knew it!
the next time you’re over (and after fucking him btw), you force him to add you to his close friends and he gives in only after making sure to stress that you two are NOT, and never will be again, just close friends 🥰
certified lover boy |modern!eddie munson x reader|
prompt: max tells eddie he's a simp for you, and maybe he is. no, he most definitely is.
contains: language, mentions of drugs, modern!eddie and reader, mentions to mature themes 18+
"Baby, you just tell me what you want, and I'll pick it up, alright?" Eddie cooed into the screen of his phone, eyes flicking from you back to the road. One hand gripped the iPhone, the other held the wheel of the mustang, cruising down the backroads of Hawkins.
Max snarled her nose in disgust, eyes cutting over to Eddie. "Ok. I think I want pizza. Do you want me to order it and get it delivered?" Your voice carried through the car's speakers, the shuffling of whatever task you were doing in the background.
"If that's what you want to do." Eddie replied sweetly. "Or we can go out."
"I don't think I want to go out." You sighed. "I'll order it. I think I just want pizza and maybe to smoke a teeny tiny blunt. Is that ok?"
Eddie snorted. "That's fine with me. I have some papers with me."
"Will you roll it for me?" You asked sweetly. The sweetest Max had ever heard you speak. She wondered if you knew she was in the car.
"I always do, baby." Eddie purred lowly back at you, giving you a dazzling, dimpled smile. Max gagged silently, dramatically over Eddie's shoulder but he ignored her. "I gotta drop Red off, and then I'll be over."
"Ok," You hummed. "You want your usual?"
"Please?" Eddie grinned. "I'll Venmo you for it."
"I got it, Ed." You snorted lightly. "My treat. You just bring the weed."
Eddie rolled his eyes playfully. "Ok, I'll see you soon. Bye, baby."
"Bye." You chirped.
Eddie's eyes flicked towards the screen. "Love you." He added.
You smiled through the screen. "Love you." You replied before the call ended.
Eddie pocketed his phone, Max's face disgusted, nose twisted up in repulsion. "You're down bad, Munson." She scoffed, shaking her head.
Eddie rolled his eyes. "What?" He shrugged, she gave him a pointed look. "Oh, I'm down bad because I'm in love?"
"Ew!"
"What?" Eddie threw his hand out.
Max shook her head. "You're just... I don't know, it's gross." She shuddered. "You're all simpy for her."
"Simpy?" Eddie gawked.
"Yeah, you're a total fucking simp. It's gross." Max laughed.
Eddie rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I am not a simp." He grumbled, defensive and a little huffy. He felt his phone ding in the center console, your name popping up followed by a string of emojis.
Max gave him a pointed look. "Really?" She asked sarcastically. "Really you're not?"
"Shut up." Eddie huffed, turning his phone over so she couldn't see the screen anymore. "Y'know, make fun of me all you want, but one day you're gonna be in love too-"
"-Oh, God, Eddie, please stop. 'M gonna be sick-"
"-I see the way you look at Sinclair. You think he won't make a move on you one day and you won't be the same way?" Eddie challenged.
Max blushed deep, the red on her cheeks nearly matching her hair. "Shut up. Me and Lucas are just friends you freak." She huffed.
Eddie snorted. "Right." He looked over at her playfully.
Max's eyes narrowed at him, blistering glare that Eddie just rolled his eyes at, he was used to it. "Whatever," She huffed, when Eddie pulled into the gravel drive of her trailer. "I'll never be a simp like you Munson." She declared smugly, reaching for the door handle.
"Right, you keep telling yourself that." Eddie snorted. "You just worry about selling that shit, you got me? We gotta settle up with Rick this Saturday."
"I got it." Max rolled her eyes, patting her backpack full of weed. "I'll have it sold by tomorrow. Going to a party tomorrow."
Eddie nodded. "You need a ride?"
"No," Max blushed, pausing for a moment. "Lucas is taking me."
Eddie barked out a laugh, clapping his hands together. "Oh really? Lover boy's gonna take you?"
Max huffed. "Shut up. We're just friends." She slammed the door to his Mustang. Eddie rolled down the window. "You go enjoy your pizza."
"Oh, I will." Eddie grinned, pushing the gear stick back.
"You're getting weak in the knees, Munson!" Max called from the steps. "Stand up, you fuckin' simp!"
Eddie laughed, shaking his head before pulling out of the driveway. If only she knew, Eddie grinned to himself, looking down at his phone. His heart rate picked up at your little message, 'on it's way. see you soon drive safe :)' so minimal- it had no business making his head spin the way it did, foot pressing further on the gas.
Probably for the best Max didn't know how in deep he was with you, she'd tease him relentlessly if she did. But how could he not be? You were perfect, Eddie was sure of it.
The way you always smiled so wide when you saw him, even when you had a bad day, your eyes lit up, grin crinkling up to your eyes. You’d hug him tight, muttering a quiet, “Hi, baby,” that always left him floating.
He’d bury his face in your neck, inhaling your scent deep. Your skin, your perfume- fuck, you smelled so good, intoxicating to him. He’d secretly spray your perfume, the pink, slender bottle on your nightstand, all over his clothes before he’d leave, pressing his nose to his collar when he wanted a whiff of you. Carrying you with him through the sweet scent of your perfume.
Or the way you’d hold his hand when you two would walk through the mall, lazily bumping hips while he carried the bags- he always insisted on carrying the bags. You’d drag him into Sephora or Aerie, and he’d just stand there with the basket, letting you pile it up and not complaining once.
He loved it the most when you’d go try things on. When he got to see you come out, spinning around and examining your body in the clothes. He had an excuse to gawk at you openly. You’d get frustrated when he’d tell you that you should get everything you tried on, that you looked good in anything you tried on.
He like it when you’d stop and smell candles, holding the open jar out towards him, giggling when he’d wrinkle his nose in displeasure at the scent. “No?” You’d raise your brows playfully, he’d shake his head.
He‘d get positively smitten when you’d sit at the Hideout with him, recording and snapping pictures on your phone of him and the boys to post later. Filming TikToks and hoping they’d go viral. One did, once, they’d gained some traction off of it and he was so thankful for you. Smiling proudly when you reported the video’s growth, and it spreading even wider across your face when the boys cheered you on for it.
He loved how funny you were, even when you didn’t mean to be. Pulling faces that left him shaking with laughter, or snarky comments that he couldn’t help but grin at. You were mean when you wanted to be, a little hedgehog with a prickly exterior and a soft underbelly. You were protective of him, he knew that. Saw it when you’d snap and sneer at the waitress who got too flirty, eyes daggers that scared her off. Just as venomous, if not worse, when some guy flirted with you at a party. Sending him retreating with his tail tucked between his legs, your hand on Eddie’s leg or wrapped around him, touching him somehow to show your claim. You usually would kiss him deep, trailing down his neck and sucking a deep bruise into the porcelain skin of his neck. It was more PDA than you usually would give, but with him, you didn’t care- it drove him wild in the best way.
He was glad Max or anyone else wasn’t around to see how soft he got around you. Especially in the intimacy of your relationship, when the two of you were alone. He’d lay on top of you, head in your chest, smothering himself into your breasts while you played with his hair. Twisting and twirling the ringlets around your finger, pressing kisses to his head while he laid there, letting himself be babied by you. He never expected you to be so caring and sweet like that, it had taken a while for that side to come through, but once you showed him a tiny shred of it, he was hooked for life.
Eddie liked how sweet you were then, but nothing compared to how sweet you were to him when he was between your legs, lapping at your cunt like it was his lifeline. Like his only purpose in life was to please you, and he was convinced it was. Your voice would lilt, nasally and high- nearing a whine. You’d sing his praises, back arched and writing while he devoured you. You were so sweet, tasted so sweet, sounded so sweet. To hell with what anyone else thought about you, Eddie knew you were sweet, his sweet girl.
And you knew him too, the Eddie that the world didn’t see- or he tried not to let see. The sweet, dedicated, lovestruck boy who bended to your whim. Who would do anything and everything for you, did everything for you. Eddie Munson, the simp- no, the certified lover boy. Your certified sweet lover boy.
