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What It's Like to Spend a Rainy Day with Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader Word Count: 272

You and Eddie are snuggled up on your couch

You with your body wedged in the right corner of the sofa, your feet propped up on an ottoman

Eddie, with his head in your lap, his brown curls fanned out across your thighs

You have a book in one hand as your other hand lazily twines a curl of Eddie’s around your finger before letting it go and doing it again to another one

Led Zeppelin’s album Led Zeppelin III turns on the record player

The dulcet tones of “Since I’ve Been Loving You” has Eddie closing his eyes and softly bopping his head along

When the chorus hits, Eddie starts to sing along

A smile curves your lips, and you mark your place in your book as you glance down at him

His eyes open, and make direct eye contact with you as he serenades you with his raspy singing voice

When the guitar solo starts, he gently grabs your left arm and pretends it's his guitar

His fingers dance along your skin, matching chords and melodies

A slow-warming feeling starts in your core as you gaze lovingly at him

Everything from the freckles across his nose, and the curve of his plush lips, along with his touch, are turning you on

You clench your thighs together to get some friction

As the song comes to an end, Eddie stands up from the couch and extends a hand out to you, a knowing smirk on his mouth

You clasp his hand with yours as he pulls down the hallway into your bedroom to show you all the ways he loves you

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Chasing Shadows Intro

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader Word Count: 79 Prompt: Use as few words as possible to set the opening scene of a story A/N: This is the start of a bigger Eddie Munson x Reader fanfic that I have planned. If you wanna be tagged when that one comes out, please fill out this form: https://forms.gle/8LMSa5waHPCCubZJ7 Warnings: Character Death, Angst, Grief, Death of a Loved One

The pitter-patter of rain struck the metal of the tin roof, barely audible over your shakey breaths.

You clung to the faded band tee, desperate for the familiar scent of tobacco and what made Eddie so utterly...him.

You bowed your head in silent defeat before hurling the shirt across the room. You watched as it hit the Dio poster on the wall and crumpled to the ground. That familiar scent, his scent, was gone forever.

Just like him.

I wanted to share what inspired me to write this short intro to what will be an angst-filled short story. The first thing that sparked inspiration was the song Chasing Shadows by Alex Warren.

The next thing that gave me inspiration actually happened today when I really listened to "Cardigan" by Taylor Swift.

Specifically the lines: I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs I knew I'd curse you for the longest time Chasin' shadows in the grocery line

There's something else I remember hearing or reading when I was a teenager about how you'd be putting gas in your car, and a song would remind you of them, and no matter what you did, you couldn't escape them. I think that one was about a breakup, but if anyone knows what that's from, that's also the inspiration for the idea.

Please help keep me accountable! I want to have the story published on April 22, 2023!

Chasing Shadows Intro

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader Word Count: 79 Prompt: Use as few words as possible to set the opening scene of a story A/N: This is the start of a bigger Eddie Munson x Reader fanfic that I have planned. If you wanna be tagged when that one comes out, please fill out this form: https://forms.gle/8LMSa5waHPCCubZJ7 Warnings: Character Death, Angst, Grief, Death of a Loved One

The pitter-patter of rain struck the metal of the tin roof, barely audible over your shakey breaths.

You clung to the faded band tee, desperate for the familiar scent of tobacco and what made Eddie so utterly...him.

You bowed your head in silent defeat before hurling the shirt across the room. You watched as it hit the Dio poster on the wall and crumpled to the ground. That familiar scent, his scent, was gone forever.

Just like him.

When reading reader insert fanfiction, do you prefer...

What songs do you associate with Eddie Munson? Please comment! 🎸

I'm doing research for a series I'm going to start doing. I'm looking for songs that would've been popular when Eddie was a teenager, so songs from 1980-1986. From when Eddie was 14 years old until his "death" at age 20 years old. Of course, we know that he loves bands that are older than that, such as Iron Maiden, which started in 1975. I wanted to mention the time frame when he was a teenager because I'm not wanting any songs after March 27, 1986, as that's when Eddie "died."

Crush

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Word Count: 1160

Prompt: Crush by David Archuleta

Summary: You end up at Eddie’s, and while he plays doctor, you reveal your crush to him.Warnings: running from the cops, mentions of underage drinking, mention of weed, AU Setting, drugs, alcohol

Eddie sees you approaching his trailer from the window and smiles- He wonders what you're doing here. It’s the middle of the night, and you were supposed to spend it at your friends’ house.

Eddie gets a closer look, and his eyes double in size. He rushes outside to help you. “Jesus H. Christ! What happened?!” He helps you sit down on the steps up to his trailer. He kneels beside you. “Y/N... What happened?…” You’re all cut up and bruised and bloody. He knows something happened.

“I was at a party in the woods, and the cops showed up. I ran as fast as I could and guess my feet decided to take me here,” you shrugged as you winced as you shifted a leg from under you. 

“Thank god you're safe from those pigs.” Eddie sighs with relief. “Why were they chasing you anyway?”

“Uuuhhhh,” you bit your bottom lip nervously, rolling it out from under your teeth. “I may or may not have had some of our favorite MJ and a beer or two in hand.” 

“Jesus Christ!” Eddie scolds. “That’s illegal! You know that…” Eddie mutters, annoyed

You let out a fake cough, “says the dealer.” You let out another fake cough. 

“Hey! Don’t get all snappy!” Eddie glares. “I wasn’t the one running from the police.” He rolls his eyes.

“I wasn’t getting snappy,” you bump your shoulder against his comfortingly. “Say, you got anything to sterilize these cuts and scrapes?”

He nods. His uncle had a first aid kit just for things like this. “Come in, and I’ll see what I can do,” he says, opening the door to his trailer.

You follow him into the trailer and look around. It’s smaller, from what you remember. The last time you were here was a few years ago, right before the start of high school.

Eddie walks back into the kitchen and gestures that you should sit down in one of the kitchen chairs. He sits across from you and props your leg up. You wince as Eddie cleans the wounds. 

“So… who’s the lucky guy?” He winks teasingly. “C’mon, spill the beans. I can be trusted.” He chuckles. 

“Lucky guy? What makes you think there’s a guy and that he’s lucky?” You tease him. 

“Oh, c’mon!” Eddie says, rolling his eyes, “I know you. I know when you like a guy, all reasonable thoughts go out the window. And right now, it’s obvious you like someone. And he’s lucky as hell,” he says with a smirk.

“I mean, one guy invited me out to the party tonight. But he’s not who I like. The guy I like has this mop of hair and plays the guitar. You should hear him and his band. He loves playing Dungeons and Dragons with his friends and has sweet tatts.”

Eddie raises an eyebrow. “Huh… interesting…” He mumbles, a small smile creeping along his face. “Tell me more about this… guitar guy.” Eddie tries to play cool, but he’s getting excited.

Your brows furrow as you squint slightly at him, trying to figure out if he got the hints you had given him. "Aside from being an incredible dungeon master, he loves reading sci-fi and fantasy books. He uh..." You pick up the book next to you on the table, "has a worn and dog-eared The Hobbit that he loves to read. Oh, and did I mention that he taught himself to play the guitar? He's really good at mastering songs by Metallica. Oh! And his band, Corroded Coffin, plays at the Hideout every Thursday. He has these deep chocolate brown eyes, and my favorite tattoos of his are the bats flying up his arm. But the best thing about him is his kindness. He sticks up for his friends and the underdogs. He really is an amazing person both inside and out."

You bite your lip, smiling at him slightly, waiting to see his reaction to your confession.

He looks at you in surprise, a wide grin on his face. “Holy Jesus! You actually have a crush on me? On the real?” He laughs, grabbing your chin to look at you. He seems so excited and giddy. “Hell, I’m flattered,” he grins, winking at you, his dark and sharp eyes meeting yours. You’ve never seen Eddie with such a big, genuine smile.

A blush creeps across your cheeks. "Eddie...I've had a crush on you since the first day I saw you."

“Damn! So I take it you’ve had a...” he leans towards you, grinning. “Crush on me for quite a while?” He chuckles, the smile on his face widening, his dimples deepening with glee and excitement.

Your breath hitches in your chest as those dimples you love so much make an appearance. "Yes, you dofus. I've had a crush on you for two years!"

“Holy Jesus!” He says breathily, his eyebrows raising. “Two whole years?” He shakes his head. “And I never knew! Man, I feel like a complete moron.” He chuckles, his eyes widening in surprise. He smiles warmly at you.

"Well, I didn't know how you would react. You're my best friend, and I never want to mess that up," you play with the bandages, looking at them intensely. A sudden shyness and anxiousness to know if he feels the same way takes over your body. 

He chuckles. “Aw, c'mon, even if I didn’t feel the same way towards you, I would never hold it against you. I love you, and I always will—crush or not. You’ll always be my best friend,” he smiles gently, looking into your eyes.

You tilt your head in confusion, "Wait. So you do or don't have a crush on me?"

He nods, his eyes glowing brightly—a big, wide grin on his face. “Oh, I do. Don’t you worry about that.” He chuckles, reaching for your hands, gently caressing your palms with his thumbs. He looks so happy to hear how you feel about him.

A smile curves your lips as you watch his thumbs caressing your palms. "Good," You turn your hand over and clasp his hands in yours, tugging him slightly closer to you. "So you and me. Tomorrow. The arcade?" You ask him nervously.

“The arcade it is!” He grins widely, the smile on his face not going away. “See you then?” He says, his fingers entwining with yours. He takes in how beautiful you are.

You let him pull you up and walk to his trailer door, his hand in yours. When you both reach the door, you turn to him and say, "4 pm. It's a date." Before leaning up on your tiptoes, kissing his cheek, and then bolting out his front door into the rain, beelining for your family's trailer at the back of the park.

He watches you as you run out into the rain, a wide, genuine grin on his face, his eyes shining brightly with pure happiness.

Eddie Munson x f!reader

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Smut minors do not interact. Breeding kink, slight orgasm denial if you squint, cum eating, fingering, dirty talk. If there’s any I missed lemme know

Your eyes fluttered open as the sun rays shown through the blinds of the windows, and directly into your eyes. You rubbed your eyes a bit to get rid of the achy feeling in them and looked around.

You took in the sights of the trailer bedroom, clothes on the floor, the guitar hanging on the mirror and the most noticeable thing out of them all, Eddie was not on his side of the bed.

You yawned and removed the covers that were once on top of you, and put your feet on the floor. You stretched your arms and felt your back pop from laying weird on the mattress. You inhaled deeply and took in the smells around you, cologne mixed with a bit of weed and...pancakes.

You stood rub and rubbed your sore back and stretched again. You found a shirt on the floor and put it on, not bothering with pants because it was only you and Eddie in the trailer at the time. You walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

You looked around, there stood Eddie at the stove with a spatula in his hands. He was humming the guitar parts in Master of Puppets by Metallica. Classic.

You took in the sight of your boyfriend, he wasn't wearing a shirt, only a pair of sweatpants and his "kiss the cook" apron which is both somehow uncharacteristic of him yet perfect.

You walked up behind him and put your arms around his torso. You rub your hands up and down his stomach and chest. Taking in the feeling of his skin, it was smooth and warm. He jumped, then turned his head over his shoulder to look at you.

"Mornin princess. How'd you sleep?"

You smiled, you loved it when he'd call you pet names and sweet things.

"Like a rock. I stretched and popped my back in 4 different places"

He chuckled, and then smirked.

"I'll do way more than make your back pop sweetheart."

You smiled and laughed, innuendos were constantly thrown around while you were with Eddie. To him you were perfect, he worshipped you and your body. To him it was obvious why he would throw out smutty comments and sarcastic jabs.

"I know you would, you did last night. You're the reason I'm sore."

He sucked air in through his teeth, remembering the events of last night.

"Sorry about that sweetheart. You didn't seem to be complaining in the moment. If I remember correctly, you couldn't even speak at all, let alone complain."

You let go of him and slapped his arm. He laughed and continued to make you breakfast. You sat down and watched him work. You watched his back muscles flex and move as he worked. It was one of the things you loved most about him. You love his back the most when it's all scratched up from you the night before. And he does too.

Eventually, he turned the stove off and took out two plates. He plated your breakfast and handed it to you, he bowed and exclaimed in the most fake posh accent he could manage.

"Your breakfast m'lady. Please enjoy."

You smiled at him and he smiled back. You took the syrup and put some on your pancakes. You watched as he completely drowned his in the same syrup you used just seconds ago. His pancakes were absorbing the syrup until they couldn't anymore.

"You want some pancakes with all that syrup?"

He cut his pancakes up and shoved in his mouth, his cheeks were full and he couldn't speak but he smiled the biggest smile he's probably ever smiled. You shook your head and fished your pancakes. You put your dishes in the sink and turned the water on.

This time it was Eddie's turn to wrap his arms around you, he was taller than you so he rested his chin on the top of your head. You turned around in his grasp and kissed him. Hard. It was a rough, yet passionate kiss. Passion that soon turned into lust.

Eddie pulled your body as close to him as possible. Your arms found their way around his neck and his hands, well, found their way to your ass. He gripped your ass cheeks harshly and you gasped, this gave him the opportunity to put his tongue in your mouth. The taste of syrup still lingering.

He moved his mouth to your jaw and collar bone bitting and nipping, gliding his tongue over the red and probably bruised spot.

He walked forward backing you against the counter top, in a swift motion he picked you up and put you on the countertop. You guys broke the kiss and his hand makes his way to your pussy. His thumb rubbed your clit through your underwear.

"Sweetheart, you're soaked. All for me? Say it. All for me"

Your hands gripped his shoulders and you rested your head on his chest. You were starting to breathe hard from the friction on your clit. You didn't say anything.

"Say it Y/n. I want to hear you say it. All for me"

You exhaled shakily but said it anyway.

"All for you. Only for you"

He smiled and picked up his pace with his thumb.

"Good job my good girl. You're doing so good for me princess"

He used his other hand to pull your underwear to the side and then slid two fingers into your cunt.

"You really are excited huh? All it takes is a new place and a few words and you're soaked"

He pushed his fingers in deeper and curled them. You moaned at the feeling. He pumped faster and faster every time. Eventually he took his fingers out, and lifted your head by your chin with the hand holding your underwear so you were looking at him.

"Lick them clean. If you want anything else you'll lick my fingers clean."

You stuck his fingers in your mouth and swirled your tongue around them, licking them clean, when he was satisfied he put them in his mouth.

"Good job, I'm so proud of you."

He pulled your underwear down to your feet, he took them off, and stuck them in his back pocket. He pulled his pants down, not as far as he did your underwear. His pants were about mid thigh, just enough so he could fuck you.

"You want this?"

You nodded your head.

He aligned himself with your pussy and pushed himself in, without giving you time to adjust to his size.

He started to thrust hard, you wrapped your legs around his waist and arms scratching lines, and absent shapes into his back.

"Fuck Y/n you feel so fucking good. You've been so fucking good for me. My obedient little slut. Who do you belong to?"

"You Eddie, I belong to you"

He grunted as he slammed his hips into yours harder than before. You could feel your orgasm creeping up on you.

"Eddie I'm gonna cum soon"

"Not yet princess wait for me"

You did as you were told, Eddie continued to pound you with all his might, chasing his orgasm much like you.

"I'm gonna cum soon Y/n"

You simply nodded unable to form words at the moment. Eddie continued to pound into you, his pace never faltering.

"Eddie please I need to cum. Please let me cum"

"Only since you asked so nicely and have been such a good girl for me today"

That was all it took for you to cum, Eddie continued to pound you until he was close to his orgasm.

"Can I cum inside you? Is that ok? Fill you with my seed. Give you a baby, then you’ll have no choice but to think of me all day. Whenever you walk into the kitchen you’ll think about how I filled you to the brim and gave you a baby”

"Cum in me Eddie, please cum in me"

With that Eddie came inside you, he fell against you and you hugged him close to your chest. Both of you breathing heavily coming down from your orgasms.

Eddie pulled out of you, his cum dripping onto the countertop. You scooped some up and put it in your mouth. He stared at you amazed and lustful.

"Sweetheart we just got done, you keep doing shit like that and we're gonna go another round."

You smirked. "Don't threaten me with a good time."

Ghostface | Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader.

a/n: Mini shot about Eddie that I made for a friend 💕 has context, maybe I'll upload it later.

Warnings: Mentions of murder, Ghostface!Eddie, a little smutty, blood.

Words: 596

A soft gasp escaped of your lips, a gasp that was soon accompanied by a tug on the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Eddie" you murmured close to his ear, pulling his head even closer to your neck, "I love you".

For a second Eddie remained static. He was aware that what was going on between the two of you was not right, it was something extremely immoral and cruel, the fact that Leo was dead because of him only made it worse. But he couldn't let that stop him, much less now.

He has made many mistakes in his life, so many that he couldn't even count them all because he has forgotten most of them. Of all those mistakes, this was the only one he would not regret. He would do anything to get an "I love you" from you, absolutely anything.

"Me too" he lightly squeezed your waist, licking your sensitive spot near your ear. A mean smile came across his face as he felt you writhing beneath him "I love you so much that sometimes I feel like I could go crazy".

He ran his hands down your hips, caressing every spot of your skin that might have peeked out from under your clothes. The kisses began to become messier, the touches no longer innocent, much less teasing; you seemed ready to accept him into your life, and he was ready to ruin it.

He ran his hand up your thighs, reaching up your skirt to touch the fabric of your underwear. For a second he thought he has stopped breathing.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He murmured, stopping all his movements to give his full attention to what you wanted to say.

"I'm absolutely sure" a warm smile made a flutter form in his stomach; he was in heaven itself.

He moves in to kiss her, slower this time, more passionately. His hand began to toy with the thin fabric covering your wet center. Teasing you in this way inevitably made him feel much more aroused than he thought he would ever be in this situation.

A high pitched moan came from your lips as he touched your center through the fabric. He was nervous, too nervous, he has never been with a girl before, he has no idea how he should be or how he should act.

"Tell me if you want me to stop" He pushed aside your underwear, brushing your center with his fingertips.

He kissed every bit of skin he could find, he moved his fingers to the spots he knew could cause your pleasure, he wanted your first time to be completely perfect and exciting for you, because this was about you, absolutely and totally about you.

"You are so beautiful" he whispered close to your chest, kissing and nibbling your collarbone "You are just fucking perfect".

He smiled as he felt your hand brush against his neck, pulling him into you tightly. She seemed almost as excited as he was, and he loved that.

"I promise I'll make you feel good" he bit your neck hard, tasting your blood. It tasted even better than he thought it would, "so good that you'll forget all the men you've been with in the past and only be able to think of me".

He licked his lips, tasting your blood and looking directly into your eyes. You looked like a mess, your hair was in disarray and your eyes seemed to be covered in a cloud of arousal. He was going to enjoy this.

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Eddie Munson, Day One: Handcuffs.

Before I start I want to clarify a few things about the au that this one shot is based on. The shot is a Soulmate au with Punk!Eddie. Y/N is a psychology student who decides to impersonate a man to see his behavior in first person so she can do a thesis based on that. On her first night undercover she meets Eddie in a notorious bar. And that's where the beginning of this shot would come.

Warnings: Smut, a little bit fluffy, MDNI, Soulmate!AU, Punk!Eddie.

You gulped, staring at Eddie's every move. It was the first time you had seen him, you didn't even remember talking to him, although it was likely that you had. You just found him very attractive; he was funny, polite, kind, and certainly very handsome.

When Eddie whispered in your ear if you would like to go to his room as he ran his hands up one of your legs, you hardly even thought about it, you just sighed a 'yes'. All you knew after that was that Eddie pulled you up to the second floor of the bar, locked you both in a room and asked you to trust him.

Now sitting in the chair with your hands cuffed behind your back, you were beginning to question whether this was a good idea.

"Calm down," he smiled mischievously, resting his hands on either side of the chair, his gaze fixed on your dumbfounded expression, "what? You really think by putting a sock in your pants and aggravating your voice a little you'll be able to get past me?"

He whispered, moving closer to your neck. He left little sonorous kisses all over your collarbone, laughing as he heard your moans.

"To tell you the truth, I don't mind that you did, but I'm surprised that you think someone like your soulmate might not sense something like that, you know?"

You froze in place, your eyes widened too much, and your gaze locked on Eddie's expression of affection. It couldn't be true, could it?

"I noticed it when I saw this" He took your wrist, placing it right on the side of your leg." It's identical, it fits perfectly, don't you think?"

Eddie smiled again, stretching out his leg and kissing the mark there. His eyes fixed on yours.

"I didn't want this to be our first interaction, but you know what they say" he chuckled, kissing your cheek, "the order of the factors does not alter the product".

Masterlist

Hi, I've seen your work and I really love it, I'm anxious to see what you do in Midnight with Eddie's story 😁, I wanted to ask you for a one shot of Eddie, if it's not too much trouble, meeting reader for the first time with this prompt 047. the bottom of a huge library, surrounded by books, when a black book falls from the highest shelf. would he try to talk to her? Or would he look at her from afar, thank you so much from before, it doesn't have to be right away, I understand you might be busy 💖💖.

Thanks for being so nice 🤧 and sorry for the delay, it hasn't been my week 🤧 buuuuut, here's the result ^^ I hope you like it.

Ever since you arrived in San Francisco, all you wanted to do was go into the library a few blocks away from your new home. It was, simply put, the place of your dreams. It was made of brick, a vine covered its walls, leaving only the windows free to let the sunlight in during the day. The door was made of glass, golden letters with the word "local library" rested impeccably on the transparent material. Ever since you set foot in the city, all you wanted was to go in there, take a book with you and walk to the coffee shop in front of it, be able to drink your favorite coffee and enjoy a good read while listening to the ambient music that the place had. Yes, a dream come true.

It took you much longer than planned to be able to carry out that plan, you had forgotten how busy it was to move. A week had passed, most of your furniture had a place, your clothes were still in the suitcases, but you weren't too worried about it, it was a quick thing to fix, and your eagerness to get into the place was significantly greater.

It was five o'clock on a Saturday afternoon, you remember it very lucidly. You opened those big glass doors and held in a gasp of excitement as you saw how big and beautiful it was inside.

The whole place was covered with small plants. Hundreds of shelves surrounded the place, all divided by sections, from children's literature to economics books.

Mischievous laughter caught your attention, you almost choked when you noticed that it also had a children's section that tried to encourage reading among the next generations through art and creativity.

You closed your eyes and mentally screamed at the sky, you were in fucking heaven.

You spent the afternoon among shelves, books and plants, too excited to notice what was going on around you. You had visited almost every section, except for one; recipe books. You were never great in the kitchen, you weren't bad, but you preferred to save yourself the suffering of accidentally cutting yourself, or putting too much salt in a meal, or, in the worst case, almost burning the kitchen, so you were never too interested in the subject. Despite that, you shrugged your shoulders and walked into those aisles, looking at the odd one or two that had a cover that made your guts growl with hunger.

The next thing that happened was a bit of a blur, it happened so fast you weren't even sure what had happened. A loud thump on your back sent you crashing into the bookshelf in front of you, causing one or another book to swing off its perch. You, who were too busy rubbing your head and cursing whoever had pushed you, completely ignored the fact that one of the books was about to fall on your head. By the time you realized it, the book was almost on your head, what's more, you were already assimilated, you could feel the bump start to grow and the pain create a crystalline layer of water over your eyes, yes, you could already feel even the ice pack to ease the pain.

"That was close" muttered a man behind you. It took you a while to realize he was holding the book just above your head, "Are you okay?".

You turned around to get a better look at him so you could thank him properly. You almost choked when you saw him from the front.

He was taller than you, had big brown eyes, his hair was long and messy, barely kept in a low bun. His smile was so friendly you almost couldn't believe it belonged to him, a guy with body tattoos, an ear piercing and a very 80's rock outfit.

"I'm so sorry, my niece is kind of hyper" an embarrassed chuckle escaped his lips, bringing his hand to his hair and messing it up slightly.

You looked to your left as you noticed a small pink shadow move. A little girl, no more than 7 years old, was standing next to you. She had her brown hair tied up in a messy braid with a pink bunny pin. She looked nervous, her paint-stained hands fiddling with the skirt of her kitten dress gave her away instantly.

"Jessica Taylor Harrington, come apologize to the lady."

You almost had a heart attack when you heard what he called you. God, was all your bad luck finally fading away? Was this a sign that you were made for life in San Francisco?

"I'm so sorry, Miss Pretty," the girl murmured, her fingers intertwining with each other, avoiding your gaze at all costs, "I didn't mean to hurt you."

It almost melted your heart to see her little eyes look at you with sorrow and regret. You weren't a fan of children, but there was always an exception, wasn't there?

"It's nothing, don't worry" you smiled as you watched his face light up as she looked at the man from earlier. He smiled back, giving her both thumbs up in excitement, the black book that almost fell on your head rested under his arm.

"Alright, let's get this back where it belongs and-" the man's voice lowered its volume as he paused on the book's cover, "Oh, lucky you" a bright smile crept onto his face, showing the book to Jessica, "isn't this the one your dad needed?"

"Yes!" squealed the little girl, bouncing in place. Sooner rather than later, her uncle started jumping up beside her, carrying her in his arms and laughing. "Let's go to daddy!"

"Yes, let's go to your dad" he replied teasingly, turning his back on you and walking to the counter near the entrance.

"Wait!" you yelled before you could even think about it. It didn't take you long to close your eyes tightly, mentally claiming yourself for doing something like that.

The man turned around, his eyes fixed on you, a smile still on him. You felt your heart race as you watched the sunlight hit his back and made him glow.

"Yes?" he asked in a soft voice. The little girl in his arms watched you two curiously, her small hands wrapped around Eddie's neck.

"Thank you, for catching the book" you smiled embarrassed, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. "Could you, I don't know, tell me your name? I want to know what the guy's name is who just made me save an ice pack."

You smiled as you heard him laugh at your joke. You liked that sound, it looked good on him.

"I'm Eddie" he held out his free hand to you, shaking it as soon as you wrapped yours around it.

"Y/N, a pleasure".

"Well, see you soon" he murmured, his hand still entwined with yours.

You nodded, your cheeks lighting up quickly. "That I hope, Eddie".

He just smiled back at you, this time a little wider than before. He pulled Jessica up a little higher, walking over to the counter and resting the book on it.

"Were you flirting with Miss Pretty?" the girl said, giving him a playful look that Eddie knew all too well.

"Of course not" Eddie whispered, hoping you didn't hear what he was saying.

"Liar" she laughed, hugging Eddie by the neck tightly, "mommy and daddy will love the news."

Eddie just rolled his eyes, knowing what was coming next. Jessica would run to the coffee shop across the street and tell Steve everything, Steve would tell his wife everything, and finally the three of them would pester him about this incident for the rest of his life. At least, Eddie thought, Jessica had helped him be able to talk to you instead of standing there for almost an hour staring at you from afar.

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REQUESTS

There's not very many fics for Eddie Munson or Joseph Quinn, so please, request something. I'm up for anything; smut, fluff, angst.

I see that you are taking requests for Eddie. I am a total angsty girl. How about a drug deal that goes wrong with Eddie so the buyers decide to get back at him by hurting you. And I mean really angsty on this one. She can die or be hurt really bad. Kidnapped, whatever you feel is good.

I would really appreciate it. Thanks in advance if you want to do it. 😊🙄

@h-ness1944 , thanks for requesting! This took me two days to write, but I hope you enjoy this!

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Deal Gone Wrong - Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Requested: yes

Word Count: 1,945

Warnings: heavy against, swearing, graphic depictions of kidnapping, violence, blood, broken/fractured bones, bounds, locked in confined spaces, exhaustion, drug dealing, drug use, alcohol use, gun violence, near-death, vomiting, stalking

Summary: After a drug deal, the buyers take revenge on Eddie Munson by taking something very important to her.

(A/N: I will not add rape or sexual abuse into any of my fics due to personal experiences. Thank you!)

PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

This fic includes stuff that some people may find unsettling.

"Haha, yes! Another one!" He exclaims, walking into the trailer.

You look up at him, smiling before looking back at her book, reading the rest of the page. He rushes over to the cabinet, searching around for the 'Special K' drug to give the dealers out front. Walking back out, he gives them a small amount of the drug before they flee the front door.

Eddie returns inside.

He walks towards the bathroom, telling you that he's gonna shower before bed as you nod and get off the couch when you feel that awful feeling of someone watching you. you look out the window, trying to see if there is someone near by as the gut feeling worsens. Taking a breath, closing the curtain then walking into the bedroom to change out of your current clothes.

Suddenly, you hear a window opening in the main room of the trailer, causing you to startle before grabbing a bat next to the chest of drawers, taking a step further into the living room. You look and see nothing as you sigh in relief before lowering your hands to your side. You're about to put the bat down when you feel something cold touch your back.

You knew it was a gun, somehow you just knew just from the way it felt on your clothed back. The male tells you to drop the bat as you obeyed, dropping the bat onto the floor as tears threaten to spill from your eyes. You try to stay calm as fear rises within your body, the male grabs your shoulder and forces you out of the trailer until you feel something hard hit your head, causing you to immediately black out. Meanwhile, Eddie hears the commotion from the shower but brushes it off and continues on with his shower.

One other male climbs out of the van, helping your lifeless body in before sitting down next to you as the other guy with the gun sits on the other side of your body. A third male that sits in the drivers seat begins to drive off as it catches Eddie's attention behind the closed doors.

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When Eddie exits the shower, towel wrapped around his waist, he makes way into the bedroom to get dressed as he decides to check in on his girlfriend. He becomes concerned as he rushes over to the phone and dials the number written on a piece of paper. It rings and rings and rings until someone picks up on the other end, saying hello as Eddie clears his throat.

"Hello?"

"Hey, is Y/N there?"

"Uh, no. I thought she was spending the night with you?"

"No, she is not here but I'll look around the trailer."

He sighs, hanging the phone up before searching the trailer. He sees no trace of her, the book she was reading lies on the coffee table untouched which kinda freaks him out. Something is giving him an eerie but saddened feeling. With no trace, he becomes worried as he looks outside and still nothing. He begins to worry before running back inside and calling the police, telling them that his girlfriend is no where to be found.

They send the chief out as Eddie sits and waits on the couch. Once the chief arrives, he begins asking Eddie a bunch of questions, fear plastered on his face as tears begin to spill from his eyes, showing the chief that he is terrified and didn't commit the crime of his girlfriend's disappearance.

They continue to ask questions as Eddie becomes too overwhelmed before they stop so he can take a few breathes, trying to calm himself down. They all take some time as Eddie wonders where you are, praying that you're okay.

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Once you begin to wake up, you look around the confined room and feels the pounding pain in the back of your head. You see a male in front of you, arms crossed as you stare at him. You try to scan his face so you can have a description for police, something she won't be able to do anytime soon. You feel his hand glide across your face, stinging before inhaling and exhaling. The man leaves you by yourself, closing and locking the door as you begin to yell.

You knew you were somewhere where anyone can't hear you, stopping and sitting there. Sighing, you decide to try and fight, knocking yourself over and onto the floor, causing the cheap wooden chair to break as your restraints loosen around your ankles and wrists.

"Jesus, that hurt." You murmur before getting yourself free from the ropes.

For the next few hours, you sit in the confined room and trying to find a way out, something to free you from the hell. That never came when the the same male from earlier comes back, holding a plate of food as he opens the heavy door, seeing you on the floor not tied up. Anger pours over him, coming closer and grabbing your face, seeing your scared and tired complexion.

"You stupid bitch," He said, dropping the plate of food. "You fucking slut,"

He rushes towards you as he pushes you back as your head hits the wall behind you, feeling the pain come back again but stronger as you feel him punching at your upper body including your face and neck. He moves his legs, kicking you in the stomach three times before going back to putting your hands and feet in the restraints again. You feel your stomach churn as you begin to purge, coughing as you spit the rest of the ruminants out of your mouth.

You lean against the wall, feeling very fragile and weak as every bit of movement hurt you severely. You have a coughing fit, thinking of your boyfriend and wondering if he is out looking for you.

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Twenty four hours passed without realizing it as you continue to sit in your confined and lonely room, praying for something good to happen as the hope begins to die. She began to wonder if she'll ever make it out but can't seem to deal with that overwhelming feeling. She lays there, lifeless and numb.

Every other hour, you would get abused to the point where you're in pain, lifeless and hanging onto life. You had no one to talk to, no one to interact with, no TV, nor books as you feel your depression get worse.

You have had food, but it wasn't enough same as water. The men in the house didn't want your prints marked on their dishes, along with convincing you that you're gonna die and no one cares about you. You tried not to believe them, but your whole body got the best of you.

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Eddie though, hasn't stopped looking for you. He even gathered Steve and Robin to help look for you, eventually finding nothing as he begins to loose hope. Steve and Robin try their hardest to keep Eddie going, telling him they'll find you somewhere.

"I just... I wanna be able to hold her again, kiss her. A piece of my heart has been ripped out, and I don't know if I'll ever get that piece back. I miss her."

"I'm sorry, man." Steve apologizes, feeling upset as well as Robin who rests her hand on Eddie's arm.

Tears well up in Eddie's eyes, sniffling before wiping the tears. He tries to keep his emotions in but cries as Steve and Robin try their best to calm him down, knowing that nothing will at this point. He cries for a while before getting the courage to keep looking, wiping away his tears, fearing that something bad happened and she is unable to move or live. With being sleep deprived, Eddie begins to hallucinate when he thought he saw you nearby, walking away from him.

Steve breaks him out of the trance, telling Eddie to hurry up as he follows Steve. He pulls out a medium-sized bottle of alcohol before opening the cap and taking a sip.

"Woah, drinking in mid day? Isn't it too early?"

"No, man. It's not. I'm losing myself here and need something to keep me company."

The carry on, looking around even more before giving up and going home. Eddie lays on the couch, staring off into the distance as he continues to drink more alcohol, not caring anymore. The stress takes over him, consuming him and making it difficult to do anything at that point, so he stays in the trailer and becomes isolated.

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You sit on the edge of the bathtub in the bathroom of your captor's room, trying to process everything at the same time as the male stands right outside the door waiting for you to hurry up. Is you didn't get out in time, he would shoot you dead. You quickly and tiredly put your hands on the walls around you including the shower and toilet.

You flush the toilet and walk over to the sink, washing your hands as you unlock the door. You turn the nob, opening the bathroom door and stand behind the male. He is no where to be seen as you see the gun lying on a table beside you.

You notice that its not your typical pistol, it is a silencer pistol knowing that it will make no noise.

"Perfect," You whisper.

You keep the gun with you as you make your half dressed self way down the hall, keeping all senses open before seeing movement nearby. You hold the gun close, getting scared of the male as you accidentally shoot the male, causing a wave of fear was through you. Dropping the gun, thinking it is fake, you see a huge blood puddle around the deceased male.

It scares you as you run away, making way towards the back part of the house, trying to pry open the window until you feel a pair of arms wrap around your body.

"Where do you think you're going?"

You shout so many words that they don't make sense, causing your anxiety to be set high. He takes you back to the small room when he sees his friend dead and bleeding out for a gunshot wound. It causes his grip to loosen on you as you break free from his grasp, running towards the same area, this time pulling the window harder but fails again.

You get caught before being abused again, tossing your sore body into the confined room as you get tied up again, the male pulls out a knife and stabs you in your chest, barely missing your heart as the pain take over your body. You feel weak before laying there, not knowing what to do.

The male stands and walks away, needing a new plan due to the death of his own friend, deciding to call police to let them know a 'suicide' took place.

When the cops arrive, the male tells police that Michael (deceased male) had committed suicide. Of course, you didn't know the names of your abductors. You heard people walking around, too weak to move but knew that it had to be something good. So, you shout, thinking someone will hear you but nothing happens as you see the open wound, soaking your tank top.

"Help," You weakly call out. "Help. Please! I'm stuck."

You can tell no one was coming for you, so you lay there against the wall, slowly dying and telling yourself that this is your last day alive. You can't seem to speak out loud, but in your mind you muster up the words to say as Eddie flashes through your mind, wondering if he's okay. You hope and pray that you'll be out of the hell hole. You had no idea what day or time it was considering there's no clock around, so you went off of the counted hours in your head.

You go in and out of consciousness before blacking out all the way, lying there slowly loosing your life as your body tells you to take a little nap. No one is near you to save your life, so you convince yourself and accept that you're gonna die.

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When the police leave the house, the male makes his way down to the confined room, finding your lifeless body on the ground with a large amount of blood coming from the stab wound on her upper chest. He is relieved that you're dead before bringing your body out and shoving it under a bunch of blankets in the trunk. He drives out a semi rural area in Hawkins, disposing your body unaware that you are alive and not dead, weakly making your way through to survive. Once he drove off, you lay there but actually begin to feel awful once again, closing your eyes again.

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At the same scene your body is at, Steve and Robin notice a female body lying in a grassy part of rural area, feeling spooked before he rushes towards a phonebooth near by and calls the police, telling them where the location is at, having multiple cops come out including an ambulance.

When they arrive, the two officers clear Robin and Steve from the area before heading over to your body and see if you are still alive.

Steve is holding Robin in his arms, tears falling as they pray its not you. If it is, they hope your alive. Something unexpected begins to happen as it shocks everyone around them. One of the officers slides on a glove and gets down to you, putting his first two fingers on your skin, feeling the area where your pulse is.

Feeling slow beats of the pulse, he wonders if he's hallucinating but turned out he was right. You were alive and barely hanging onto life, fighting, so you can live to see another day,

"Holy crap," One officer says out loud.

"What?"

"She's alive! She's alive! Get a stretcher out here now!" He shouts as the paramedics get to you, working you before loading you up onto the stretcher.

Robin moves to look at you, seeing your badly bruised body as she wonders what you endured.

"We have to get to Eddie and tell him the news,"

"Yeah,"

The two get into Steve's car before driving towards Eddie's trailer, basically running up to the small house and frantically knocking on the door as he opens, clearly annoyed and a bit intoxicated.

"What?"

"They found her," Steve says.

"Found who?"

"Your girlfriend, Eddie. Y/N is alive and getting taken to the hospital."

"I don't believe you guys."

"Well, come on then."

Steve manages to get Eddie out of the trailer as they head to Hawkins's Medical Center and heads to the from desk asking about you. There is currently no information about you or what condition you're in as the three young adults move and take a seat in the waiting room, awaiting any news about you. They wait for hours and hours when a cop and doctor walk out of the operating room, coming to Eddie, Steve and Robin.

"We have declared that the woman that was brought in is in fact Y/N Y/L/N, based on the description of the missing poster." The detective reveals.

A wave of happiness flood their systems, but come back and listens to what the doctor has to say about your condition. He tries to explain it the best he can, but is uncertain of you awaking from your coma. The doctor also tells them that the surgery will be even longer dur to such horrendous injuries.

As the time passes, the three sit there as Nancy arrives wondering what happened as she hears that you being found is all over the news.

"Is.. Is she okay?"

"I don't know," Steve says, looking at Eddie and seeing that his nerves are high.

Eddie is sitting there, leaned over a bit as his chin rests in his hand, tears welling up in his eyes. The thought of loosing you made his mind wander but snaps out of the dark thoughts when he rises to his feet and makes way toward the counter, asking about you.

"She just got out of surgery, but it'll take a little while longer due to injuries."

He nods, saying okay before walking back to his seat. He sits down, leaning back as he taps his foot up and down. He rises and asks again later, but gets a different answer. He gets the okay to go and see you as he felt great excitement about it but has to keep calm.

He grabs a 'hello my name is...' sticker, writing his name before sticking it on as he walks towards the hall, making his way through the hallway and finding your room and the room number. Taking a breath, he calms his fast paced heart before entering as his eyes hit your lifeless figure. Just the sight of you made him upset as he sits beside you and crying into your hand.

"I'm sorry, I should've protected you. It's all my fault that you're in this position. I'm so sorry."

The night went very slow due to the coma, but everyone held their heads high and pray for you, hoping the prayers will be answered and they do. A few hours later, you suddenly wake up, panicking as you don't recognize the room you're in when you see someone familiar. Eddie carefully holds you close as he comforts you the best he can as he tries to not scare you.

"It's okay, I got you." He says quietly, loud enough for you to hear.

"E-Eddie?"

"Yeah, it's me. Don't worry, I'm here. I'm here." He comforts her.

A month later.

Walking out of your boyfriend's trailer with your crutches, you stop and see Eddie pulling up to the small house before getting out of his vehicle. Greeting you with a kiss, you both make it inside and he helps you get comfortable before he takes a seat next to you, excited to tell you the news of the three men who captured you.

"One of the men, Michael Riviera was found dead at the scene. Police believe that it was a suicide-"

"I shit him, Ed. I shot him on accident, okay?"

"I know. I know you would never shoot anyone unless you are protecting yourself."

"Proceed,"

"The two other men, Nick and Theodore Miller, who are brothers, and they were sent to prison without the possibility of parole due to immense amount of violence done to you."

"Wow, Eds. That is great news, honestly."

"Yeah, and I'm happy that you're alive and well."

"No, alive and healing. I'm a survivor. I went through hell and made it out. I pretty much was a miracle basically. Not very many people survive abductions, especially women."

"Yeah, I know."

"Anyway, I have to keep this brace on for another few weeks due to my injuries,"

"Jesus, that sucks.:

You look around the room, noticing your untouched book has collected dust but you pick it up anyway and begin to read the page you left off, remembering the night you were taken away from Eddie. The one who you loved so much, knowing how hurt you both were. You continue on through the page, trying to stay calm but can't seem to read the book due to the past events. The last time you read your book, you were taken and held captive in a tiny room for over two days. You close your book and set it down, trying to understand everything you went through.

Even though you don't understand everything that happened that night, you pushed through life and didn't give up because you had a good support system and a boyfriend who wanted the best for you so you decided to do what's right not only for you mentally but physically.

celeb crush - eddie munson

 celeb crush - eddie x fem!reader

warnings: foul language

nikki sixx.

you had a huge crush on nikki sixx. and your boyfriend knew. and one of his favorite things was to mess with you about it, whether at home, in public, any time anywhere. this little shit would bring up your adoration for the beloved motley crue bassist.

"baby, eddie, oh my fucking god, motley crue is going on tour" you screamed at him.

beyond excited you ran to him and jumped on his couch. earning a few pinches of springs popping. not that you minded to much. eddie shook his head and chuckled. his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

"yes bugs, i know they are. you only wanna go to check the sixxter out," he joked.

"you know, i actually appreciate their music and like listening to it," you rolled your eyes back at him.

"are you sure?" he asked.

you scoffed, leaning your body into his. his arm going over your shoulder and grabbing at your hand. your fingers intertwining. the warmth of his calloused hands touching your body sent butterflies to your stomach.

"you think nikki would actually find me attractive?" you asked a glimmer of hope in your pretty little fangirl eyes.

the smirk on eddies lips never faltered. his eyes moving down to meet yours. he fully believed that if you were ever near California you'd fully become a groupie and have all the men in bands wrapped around your finger. he believed this because he had seen it before. with him. not entirely true, you had always been his number one girl, but you had the rest of his band wrapped around your finger. so tightly wrapped.

"i think, he'd fall in love" he stated.

you shook your head. the insecurities sitting in. you could never pull a guy like nikki sixx, at least that's what you told yourself. you hated how you looked, especially when thinking about stuff like that. half the time you wonder how you even got to pull a guy like eddie. you really hated how you felt. your demeanor changed slightly, a small defeated sigh coming out from between your lips.

eddie never took his eyes off of you, he saw how your face scrunched up. he knew what was happening. he knew what you were going to say. you said it each time. every time he teased you about it. him telling you that you'd be the hottest groupie out there and nikki sixx would fall to his knees in a heartbeat.

"what? you afraid the great and powerful sixx won't fuck you right on the spot if given the chance?" he asked.

he was teasing you of course, but he just wanted to make you smile. you weren't smiling, nor blushing. nothing actually. your eyes were shut, you didn't believe him. not one bit. you hated the feeling, you should have been confident in yourself, the way he was confident in you.

you shook your head. eddie not having it. he knew in his heart of hearts, you would get a riot out of the guys in motley crue. maybe even mick mars, who was a bit of a grumpy old man. nonetheless, he was a rocker and knew his way around a woman.

eddie sat there still looking at you. thinking long and hard about how to possibly make you feel confident in yourself. the only thing that came to mind would be you caress your body and tell you how amazing and hot you are. but you didn't want that right now and he could tell. the grip on your hand tightened. he leaned down and pecked a kiss on your lips.

you smiled lightly. you were a lucky girl. you wouldn't give eddie up for the world. he was you,r soul mate. not even nikki sixx could take him away from you. he was your rock. anytime you felt like this he knew how you felt and could help you out of it. he hated seeing his girl feel like she wasn't cool and smoking hot.

eddie wasn't gonna have this. he sat up and with that brought you up with him. he went to the cassette player and grabbed the album too fast for love, by motley crue. the song live wire blasting at the highest the player would let it be.

eddie pulled you close. his head bobbing at the fast tempo of the song. his hands at your waist. you two started dancing. as good as possible, he made you sway your hips to the beat. soon after he started your movements started to pick up by themselves. he knew you were getting back into the groove of your usual self.

no insecurities, just the sound of vince neil's voice, tommy lee's drums, mick mars's guitar, and nikki sixx's bass, filling your ears. eddie's hands left your hips. you making your own rhythm, mocking an air guitar along with eddie. hips still moving like crazy. the song soon changed to 'come on and dance' which was the next track from the album. your smile wide, looking at eddie you walked back over to him.

"that's it baby!" eddie shouted over the music as he watched you dance your life away.

you had danced as hard as possible. eddie was watching you intently, slightly hiding a bulge that might have started to grow a few times. he knew that you were confident in your own skin and he loved that, and he was proud of himself for helping you out of the small funk you were in.

song after song you danced your way through the album, hardly any stopping. eddie had stopped a long while ago but you kept on going. he just watched on with loving eyes. as the album was coming to an end he grabbed you a glass of water to make sure you drank something after all that heavy exercise.

you plopped down on the couch beside eddie. leaning your head into his shoulder. he grabbed your hand and kissed your head. beyond exhausted. he knew you were close to passing out. after petting your head as you chugged the water had set down for you, you looked up at him. big puppy eyes boring into his soul. he looked right at you. swearing that every time he looks into your big eyes he falls in love with you all over again.

eddie had a small surprise for you, but he didn't know when to tell you. but thinking about it now was as good a time as ever. he got up after leaving your tight grip. you sat up extremely confused as he ran to his room. you heard a bunch of clunking of stuff he was either throwing or dropping while searching intently.

"eddie baby are you okay?" you asked him.

"I'm alright love, but i need you to close your eyes for me!" he yelled.

you did as said. you sat up and put your hands over your eyes, as if you were a kid counting to 100 to go find your friends that were hiding in a game of hide and seek. you heard a small aha and then the door to eddie's bedroom click back open. small thumps of his socked feet walking back to the living room where you sat.

"okay promise me you won't flip out?" eddie said.

"i won't flip out" you nodded.

eddie walked over and sat something soft on your lap. he then took your hands in his and uncovered your eyes. you looked down and saw two small pieces of paper and a new shirt. those two pieces of paper were tickets to see motley crue on the twenty second of september in indianapolis.  the shirt was a new motley crue shirt. though you had many. you looked up at eddie with the biggest smile on your face.

"the tickets are pit and on nikki's side, i made extra sure you would be able to see the precious sixxter" he smiled at you.

"eddie, i can't believe this" you said, shock in your voice.

pure excitement sat on his face. literally seeping through his body. once it sank in you started crying. almost full on sobs. eddie immediately freaked out and ran to you. moving the tickets and shirt to the side and kneeling on the floor in front of you.

"hey, buggie tell me whats wrong, is it something i did?" he asked.

"no, i can't belive this, eddie you didn't have to" you choked out in sobs.

eddie chuckled. finally realizing that the cries weren't a bad thing. you were happy, and surprised, and purely excited to be able to go see your favorite band with your favorite boy. but the other thing was the fact that eddie didn't have a lot of money, and neither did you. you both came from nothing, so eddie must've spent so much time saving up that money. and it made you feel somewhat guilty. if you knew he wanted to go, you would have helped pitch in and save together.

"baby it's you, you're my girl and i wanted to treat you, you deserve it" he smiled.

"it's too much, how much did my ticket and shirt cost? i wanna pay you back," you insisted.

eddie shook his head immediately. he didn't care how much he spent on his tickets, money is money and he'd get more one way or another. besides you were his girl, the love of his life, no one and nothing would stop him from giving you this. and for fucks sake he wasn't going to let you pay him back for anything.

"absolutely not, y/n you do almost everything for me, this is my gift to you. i love you so so much and i will not accept any money, now, then, and forever. i want to take care of you" he said.

your cries had turned into sniffles. a small smile grazing your face, you knew eddie loved you. and hell you loved him more than anything in the world, he was your everything. and knowing that being the stubborn jackass he was sometimes eddie would stand by his word, he would never let you pay him back. but hell you were gonna try.

"thank you, this means so much to me" you sniffed.

right before eddie was gonna say anything you grabbed his face and shoved his lips to yours. the kiss was full of happiness and passion. both of you smiling into each others lips. nothing would ever stop your love for each other, wether it was nikki sixx or anyone else.

as you two pulled away eddie smiled. one of the biggest smiles he'd ever seen. he finally felt like he did something right in life. actually multiple things, he made you smile and he gets to every day, and he gets to make fun of your love for nikki sixx. and he loved every minute of it. actually he loved every minute of being with you.

"I'm hotter than nikki right?" he asked

"eddie my darling you will always be hotter than nikki" you smiled pressing a small peck to his smirking lips.

"good"

Just because I feel like this one didn't get enough attention and because I love it so much

celeb crush - eddie munson

 celeb crush - eddie x fem!reader

warnings: foul language

nikki sixx.

you had a huge crush on nikki sixx. and your boyfriend knew. and one of his favorite things was to mess with you about it, whether at home, in public, any time anywhere. this little shit would bring up your adoration for the beloved motley crue bassist.

“baby, eddie, oh my fucking god, motley crue is going on tour” you screamed at him.

beyond excited you ran to him and jumped on his couch. earning a few pinches of springs popping. not that you minded to much. eddie shook his head and chuckled. his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“yes bugs, i know they are. you only wanna go to check the sixxter out,” he joked.

“you know, i actually appreciate their music and like listening to it,” you rolled your eyes back at him.

“are you sure?” he asked.

you scoffed, leaning your body into his. his arm going over your shoulder and grabbing at your hand. your fingers intertwining. the warmth of his calloused hands touching your body sent butterflies to your stomach.

“you think nikki would actually find me attractive?” you asked a glimmer of hope in your pretty little fangirl eyes.

the smirk on eddies lips never faltered. his eyes moving down to meet yours. he fully believed that if you were ever near California you’d fully become a groupie and have all the men in bands wrapped around your finger. he believed this because he had seen it before. with him. not entirely true, you had always been his number one girl, but you had the rest of his band wrapped around your finger. so tightly wrapped.

“i think, he’d fall in love” he stated.

you shook your head. the insecurities sitting in. you could never pull a guy like nikki sixx, at least that’s what you told yourself. you hated how you looked, especially when thinking about stuff like that. half the time you wonder how you even got to pull a guy like eddie. you really hated how you felt. your demeanor changed slightly, a small defeated sigh coming out from between your lips.

eddie never took his eyes off of you, he saw how your face scrunched up. he knew what was happening. he knew what you were going to say. you said it each time. every time he teased you about it. him telling you that you’d be the hottest groupie out there and nikki sixx would fall to his knees in a heartbeat.

“what? you afraid the great and powerful sixx won’t fuck you right on the spot if given the chance?” he asked.

he was teasing you of course, but he just wanted to make you smile. you weren’t smiling, nor blushing. nothing actually. your eyes were shut, you didn’t believe him. not one bit. you hated the feeling, you should have been confident in yourself, the way he was confident in you.

you shook your head. eddie not having it. he knew in his heart of hearts, you would get a riot out of the guys in motley crue. maybe even mick mars, who was a bit of a grumpy old man. nonetheless, he was a rocker and knew his way around a woman.

eddie sat there still looking at you. thinking long and hard about how to possibly make you feel confident in yourself. the only thing that came to mind would be you caress your body and tell you how amazing and hot you are. but you didn’t want that right now and he could tell. the grip on your hand tightened. he leaned down and pecked a kiss on your lips.

you smiled lightly. you were a lucky girl. you wouldn’t give eddie up for the world. he was you,r soul mate. not even nikki sixx could take him away from you. he was your rock. anytime you felt like this he knew how you felt and could help you out of it. he hated seeing his girl feel like she wasn’t cool and smoking hot.

eddie wasn’t gonna have this. he sat up and with that brought you up with him. he went to the cassette player and grabbed the album too fast for love, by motley crue. the song live wire blasting at the highest the player would let it be.

eddie pulled you close. his head bobbing at the fast tempo of the song. his hands at your waist. you two started dancing. as good as possible, he made you sway your hips to the beat. soon after he started your movements started to pick up by themselves. he knew you were getting back into the groove of your usual self.

no insecurities, just the sound of vince neil’s voice, tommy lee’s drums, mick mars’s guitar, and nikki sixx’s bass, filling your ears. eddie’s hands left your hips. you making your own rhythm, mocking an air guitar along with eddie. hips still moving like crazy. the song soon changed to ‘come on and dance’ which was the next track from the album. your smile wide, looking at eddie you walked back over to him.

“that’s it baby!” eddie shouted over the music as he watched you dance your life away.

you had danced as hard as possible. eddie was watching you intently, slightly hiding a bulge that might have started to grow a few times. he knew that you were confident in your own skin and he loved that, and he was proud of himself for helping you out of the small funk you were in.

song after song you danced your way through the album, hardly any stopping. eddie had stopped a long while ago but you kept on going. he just watched on with loving eyes. as the album was coming to an end he grabbed you a glass of water to make sure you drank something after all that heavy exercise.

you plopped down on the couch beside eddie. leaning your head into his shoulder. he grabbed your hand and kissed your head. beyond exhausted. he knew you were close to passing out. after petting your head as you chugged the water had set down for you, you looked up at him. big puppy eyes boring into his soul. he looked right at you. swearing that every time he looks into your big eyes he falls in love with you all over again.

eddie had a small surprise for you, but he didn’t know when to tell you. but thinking about it now was as good a time as ever. he got up after leaving your tight grip. you sat up extremely confused as he ran to his room. you heard a bunch of clunking of stuff he was either throwing or dropping while searching intently.

“eddie baby are you okay?” you asked him.

“I’m alright love, but i need you to close your eyes for me!” he yelled.

you did as said. you sat up and put your hands over your eyes, as if you were a kid counting to 100 to go find your friends that were hiding in a game of hide and seek. you heard a small aha and then the door to eddie’s bedroom click back open. small thumps of his socked feet walking back to the living room where you sat.

“okay promise me you won’t flip out?” eddie said.

“i won’t flip out” you nodded.

eddie walked over and sat something soft on your lap. he then took your hands in his and uncovered your eyes. you looked down and saw two small pieces of paper and a new shirt. those two pieces of paper were tickets to see motley crue on the twenty second of september in indianapolis.  the shirt was a new motley crue shirt. though you had many. you looked up at eddie with the biggest smile on your face.

“the tickets are pit and on nikki’s side, i made extra sure you would be able to see the precious sixxter” he smiled at you.

“eddie, i can’t believe this” you said, shock in your voice.

pure excitement sat on his face. literally seeping through his body. once it sank in you started crying. almost full on sobs. eddie immediately freaked out and ran to you. moving the tickets and shirt to the side and kneeling on the floor in front of you.

“hey, buggie tell me whats wrong, is it something i did?” he asked.

“no, i can’t belive this, eddie you didn’t have to” you choked out in sobs.

eddie chuckled. finally realizing that the cries weren’t a bad thing. you were happy, and surprised, and purely excited to be able to go see your favorite band with your favorite boy. but the other thing was the fact that eddie didn’t have a lot of money, and neither did you. you both came from nothing, so eddie must’ve spent so much time saving up that money. and it made you feel somewhat guilty. if you knew he wanted to go, you would have helped pitch in and save together.

“baby it’s you, you’re my girl and i wanted to treat you, you deserve it” he smiled.

“it’s too much, how much did my ticket and shirt cost? i wanna pay you back,” you insisted.

eddie shook his head immediately. he didn’t care how much he spent on his tickets, money is money and he’d get more one way or another. besides you were his girl, the love of his life, no one and nothing would stop him from giving you this. and for fucks sake he wasn’t going to let you pay him back for anything.

“absolutely not, y/n you do almost everything for me, this is my gift to you. i love you so so much and i will not accept any money, now, then, and forever. i want to take care of you” he said.

your cries had turned into sniffles. a small smile grazing your face, you knew eddie loved you. and hell you loved him more than anything in the world, he was your everything. and knowing that being the stubborn jackass he was sometimes eddie would stand by his word, he would never let you pay him back. but hell you were gonna try.

“thank you, this means so much to me” you sniffed.

right before eddie was gonna say anything you grabbed his face and shoved his lips to yours. the kiss was full of happiness and passion. both of you smiling into each others lips. nothing would ever stop your love for each other, wether it was nikki sixx or anyone else.

as you two pulled away eddie smiled. one of the biggest smiles he’d ever seen. he finally felt like he did something right in life. actually multiple things, he made you smile and he gets to every day, and he gets to make fun of your love for nikki sixx. and he loved every minute of it. actually he loved every minute of being with you.

“I’m hotter than nikki right?” he asked

“eddie my darling you will always be hotter than nikki” you smiled pressing a small peck to his smirking lips.

“good”

Posters on the Wall | E.M. x Reader

MASTERLIST

Summary: Your bedroom is covered in posters of your celebrity crush; Kirk Hammett. It's not until Steve points it out that you notice a... similarity to another metalhead you know.

Smut, afab reader, PWP

Warnings: Daddy kink, spanking, degradation, name calling (slut, whore, bitch), slight breeding kink, unprotected sex, fingering (f rec), penetrative sex, creampie, slight praise kink.

5.1K words

18+ MINORS DNI

Your best friend Steve had been in your room many times before. There were no new posters, no new knick-knacks, which is why it was strange he suddenly seemed so darn interested in them. "You know..." He started, putting one hand on his hip and the other on his chin. Oh god, this can't be good. 

"You really have a type. Have you ever noticed?" He motioned to a couple of posters on your wall. They were primarily of popular metal and rock bands, but there were some solo posters of members you were crushing on. Kind of. Mainly Kirk from Metallica, but who could blame you? Kirk was 21 when he joined the band in 1983 and had the perfect looks and talent for you to swoon over. He was your favourite. 

"What do you mean? A type?" You questioned, putting quotation marks around the 'type'. Steve laughed and pointed at a poster of Kirk that was hung right above your bed. "You don't see it?" He asked, eyebrows raised. You shook your head and shrugged. 

"These guys look an awful lot like someone we know, don't you think?" Steve gestured at a cluster of pictures on your wall. Amongst the photos of musicians and actors, there were a few strewn about of your friends. "I still don't get it, Steve." You sighed as you glanced at the picture of Robin, Eddie and you that Steve had pointed at last. 

"You're genuinely telling me that your lady-boner for Mr Hammett here has nothing to do with your crush on Mr Munson?" Steve scoffed. Your jaw dropped as you turned to glare at him. 

"I do not have a crush on Eddie! Are you insinuating Kirk looks like him? That's what you were getting at?" You crossed your arms defensively. Your brows furrowed as you thought it through. Kirk and Eddie didn't look alike, did they? Steve could practically see the cogs turning in your head. He knew he was digging up an unspoken topic; your feelings for Eddie. 

He didn't know what happened that night in the Upside Down. Nobody did, except Dustin, Eddie and you. The three of you refused to talk about it. Steve and Robin had discussed it and decided it must've been insanely traumatic. Hell, Eddie had almost died. Almost. Everybody had made assumptions about how you felt, but that incident settled it. You were in love with him, whether you knew it or not. You couldn't not be, not with the way you looked at him after that. 

You shrugged it off and tried to ignore Steve's insinuation. He trotted down the stairs as you collected your things to head over to Eddie's trailer. Your eyes fell on the poster of Kirk hung above your bed, followed by the picture of Eddie and you on your bedside table. Maybe they did look kind of similar? You sighed as you shook your head at the idea. You closed the door behind you and followed Steve down the stairs and out the front door. 

The drive to Forrest Hills was strangely muted. Steve informed you Nancy had had to cancel, but otherwise, it was silent. You'd picked up Robin along the way. As usual, she immediately started chattering your ears off, breaking the silence. Steve pulled up and parked next to Eddie's van. 

The man of the hour was already stood in the doorway, smoking a cigarette as he leaned against the doorframe. You didn't get to do this often; hang without the kids. You enjoyed their presence, but now and then you needed this. You think you all did. 

Eddie invited you in, and you settled on the couch with Robin and Steve. Eddie prepared some drinks and snacks on a tray and balanced it on his hands as he took it to the living room, a bag of chips clamped between his teeth. He set everything on the table and clapped his hands, waving them in the general direction of the cups. "Self-service, ladies and gentleman." 

The night was relaxed, consisting of just games and fun chatter. When Robin finally brought up the topic of celebrity look-alikes, you glared daggers at a snickering Steve. 

"I mean, it has to be Swayze, right? Eddie argued. You had been first, followed by Robin. Nobody could agree on which celeb looked like Steve, though. 

Robin shook her head in disagreement. "It's Rob Lowe, I'm telling you." Steve scoffed. "So I just look like I should play in Youngblood? Because that's what I'm hearing. I don't even like hockey. Besides, Hargrove looks way more like Rob Lowe than I do." 

You ended up agreeing that, yes, Steve just looked like he belonged between the generic heartthrobs. 

When Eddie came up, Steve remained exceptionally hushed with a mischievous look threatening to spread across his face. You and Robin named a couple of famous actors and musicians before she turned to you and hit you on the shoulder repeatedly. 

"Oh! That guy you had the wet dream about last week! The Metallica one on all those posters in your room!" Robin looked like she'd solved string theory as your face turned red. "Robin!" You whisper-shouted in a horrified tone, putting a hand over your face in embarrassment. 

"It's Kirk Hammett," Steve spoke up. 

"Yes! Thank you! You look like Kirk Hammett!" Robin exclaimed. You loved her, but God, did you want her to shut up like three sentences ago. Did she not hear what she was insinuating? That you’d had a wet dream about an Eddie look-alike? You wanted the couch to swallow you whole.

Eddie’s expression was illegible as he turned to Steve. “You know Metallica members, Harrington?” 

“Just the one. I guess you’ve never been in that bedroom because you definitely would've remembered. The guy is everywhere. It’s kinda creepy, actually. Can’t change in there, feel watched.” Steve shuddered at the thought. 

“Well, I guess I do see a similarity. I think it’s mainly the hair, though.” Eddie smirked smugly as he leaned back in the chair. 

The discussion changed to one about hair, Steve’s to be precise. Yet you kept feeling Eddie’s gaze on you. You sighed as you reached for a chip and turned to Robin when the boys were busy discussing shampoo. “You couldn’t just have named anyone else?” 

Robin shrugged. “They look alike. I don’t know what you want me to say.” She stuffed a handful of popcorn into her mouth. 

You watched Eddie as he playfully argued with Steve. The scar on his jaw was slowly fading, becoming less prominent. You guess he did kind of resemble Kirk if you squinted. You could admit Eddie was a handsome guy. Was Steve right? Did you have a crush on Eddie? 

You imagined yourself with Eddie on a lazy Sunday morning. Sleeping in, making breakfast, arms wrapping around you as a kiss was planted on your cheek. Heat rose to your face when you realized that was definitely something you could see in your near future. 

You tried imagining the same scenario with Steve, and although he too was handsome, the image wasn't accompanied by the same warm, longing feeling. Did you have feelings for Eddie? 

Steve and Eddie immediately noticed your flustered expression. Eddie was merely curious, giving you those big questioning puppy eyes. Steve, however, seemed to have caught on. The knowing smirk as he glanced at Eddie before raising his eyebrows at you told you enough. His body language screamed ‘I told you so.’ 

You really, really wished you could control thought processes. While the domestic scene was adorable, your mind flashed back to Robin’s words and the implication they’d made. You’d told her about the dream in confidence. You hadn’t gone into detail, but she’d heard enough. Clearly, it had stuck. 

And now you were stuck. The imagery of that night returned, but the hands trailing under your shirt were clad in familiar rings. The top you took off was suddenly one you recognized all too well. The chest your fingers traced was now adorned with tattoos and scars, the sight of which you were well acquainted with. 

Dream-Kirk had morphed into Dream-Eddie, and your breathing quickened when you realized the new mental images had you clenching your thighs, wetter than you had ever been. Was your superficial crush on the guitarist just a projection of your feelings for Eddie? 

Eddie had been observing you while he talked with Steve and Robin. You were being uncharacteristically quiet. He noticed the occasional flush of your cheeks and pressing of your legs. You were lost in thought, drink untouched in your hand. He turned to offer you some chips or anything else to your liking.

"Sex?" You were startled as Eddie spoke to you directly. You nearly dropped your drink as your jaw dropped in shock. "What?" 

"I asked if you wanted some snacks. Where's your head at?" Eddie raised his eyebrows teasingly. The ghost of a smirk danced on his lips as he watched you squirm and scold yourself. Where was your head at? 

"Yeah, sorry, thanks. Guess I'm just a little... distracted today." You sighed as you took the chips from him. You munched on them silently as you sat there mortified. Of course, he didn't just fucking turn to you and ask you for sex. 

"What's on your mind?" Eddie asked. You shook your head and chuckled. You glanced at Steve and Robin, who were lost in conversation. "Just, earlier..." You trailed off. Why you were even being honest, you didn't know. 

"Oh, I can totally catch you up on which hair products Harrington uses. Apparently, it's this Farah Fawcett hairspray he— Hey! Ow!" He exclaimed in pain when you hit his shoulder. 

"You know that's not what I meant, Eddie!" You muttered loudly.

"Hey, I was just giving you an out if you didn't want to breach the whole 'wet dream about my look-alike' topic." He laughed. You sighed as you looked up at him, your thighs involuntarily clenching at his expression. You weren't sure what he was thinking. His eyes darted to your thighs as he took his bottom lip between his teeth. 

Your trance was broken by Robin clearing her throat. "It's getting late, your uncle is probably coming home soon, and I don't want to bother him. Should we go?" Steve nodded in agreement. 

"Yeah, I guess that's probably for the best." Eddie put his hands on his thighs as he pushed himself out of the chair. "C'mon, I'll drive you guys home." He motioned to Robin and you. 

"No, that's okay. I'll take Robin. We live close anyways." Steve smiled. He openly winked at you as he said it. Bastard. Eddie neglected the fact that you lived closer to Robin than Steve did and agreed to be the one to take you home. Perhaps it was time you had a grown-up conversation with him about how you were feeling. 

You got in the passenger seat and watched Steve and Robin drive off. An energy you were unfamiliar with filled the van. Tension, maybe? Mutual anticipation? You didn't dare turn to Eddie or open your mouth, afraid of what would happen if you did. 

He started the van quietly. You watched as his right hand gripped the gear tightly, knuckles turning white. The left was holding the steering wheel for dear life. You'd hoped the grumbling engine would've broken the suspense hanging in the air, but it did no such thing. 

You were almost convinced you'd been imagining things. That Eddie didn't feel what you did. That his breathing wasn't actually any different than usual. That he wasn't being weirdly distant. But all your worries were resolved when his right hand slowly found its way onto your thigh. The strained gasp that left your mouth shouldn't have been as relieved, as suggestive as it was. 

"Tell me about the dream." Eddie finally broke the silence. You didn't know his grip on the wheel could tighten even more, but it did. The hand on your thigh was gentle in comparison, fingers tracing circles on the inside that had shivers going up your spine. 

"I'm not sure I want to." You confessed quietly, looking out the window. 

"Look at me when I talk to you, princess." Your eyes widened at the nickname. His voice had a tone you'd never heard from him before. "C'mon, tell me."

You hesitated, opening and closing your mouth a couple of times. You didn't know where to start. "I guess it starts at a concert. And yo-he's playing the guitar. And I guess that's kinda... hot? And then the concert ends and we... y'know?"

Eddie chuckled at your reluctance. "Shit, I'm gonna need a bit more than that, sweetheart." He squeezed your thigh as he spoke, rubbing it a bit to encourage you to keep talking. 

"It's nothing special, really. Just some making out and shit." You huffed, not wanting to go into detail. You tried to recall the dream as vividly as possible, and you were starting to doubt if it had ever even been about Kirk, or if it had been Eddie all along and you'd just convinced yourself it hadn't been. No matter, all the images were of Eddie now. They were consuming you slowly. 

"If it's just the thought of making out with me that's been getting you so hot and bothered all night, I can't wait to find out what happens when we actually do, baby." Eddie's hand crept higher and higher up your thigh, eyes never leaving the road. 

"It wasn't about you, Eddie." You scoffed. Your gaze was fixated on his profile, but he didn't let up. 

"As long as you've got yourself convinced." His smile was mocking you when he finally made eye contact. Your eyebrows furrowed. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" You questioned. Were you really that transparent all evening? 

"It means you're soaked, sweetheart. And have been since you got the thought of me stuck in your head earlier." He said it like it was the most obvious fact in the world. Like he told you the sky was blue, and the grass was green. A whimper left your throat when his finger traced the hem of your panties. How hadn't you noticed his hand coming up again? 

"That's right, baby. Feel what I do to you? What the thought of me does to your pussy?" He stroked you through the dampened fabric. There were no longer any words coming from you, just sounds. 

You mustered as much willpower as you could and spoke. "Eyes on the road, Munson." It was meant to sound confident, but Eddie knew he had you right where he wanted. Wet and desperate.

"I'm doing fine over here. It's you we should be worried about. Are you still breathing? Or have you just completely given up on all human function?" His chuckle was dark. Who was this person, and what had he done to sweet, loving Eddie? He was ridiculing you, and you were eating it up. How did he know which buttons to press so damn well? 

"I'm breathing." You mumbled. Eddie snickered and shook his head. "More like hyperventilating. Speak up." Eddie finally stopped rubbing your clothed cunt to shift the gear and park his van by your house. You hadn't even noticed you'd arrived. 

Eddie clicked and undid your seatbelt and motioned for you to get out of the car. You opened the door and put your feet on the gravel, knees weaker than you'd expected. The cold breeze blowing through the trees made goosebumps appear all over your body. 

You walked to the door and unlocked it, not checking if Eddie followed you inside. You knew he never intended on just driving you home. He was coming inside. 

You walked up the stairs and heard the front door close and lock. Eddie caught up to you and slapped your ass as you walked towards your room. “Nice house. Can’t believe I’ve never been here.” He mumbled as he walked up the stairs. 

As soon as the door to your bedroom was opened, Eddie closed in on you. His hands found their way to your hips as he pulled you close. He looked around the room for a little and smirked. There were a lot of posters here. 

He pulled you close and put a hand on your chin, tilting your face to his and kissing you softly. Even when he felt like ravaging you, he wanted your first kiss with him to be good, memorable. He felt you melt into his touch, relief washing over you when you finally got to put your lips against his. 

When he pulled away, a whimper nearly left you. You managed to hold it in, but your anguished expression was obvious. “Now that that’s out of the way…” Eddie sighed as he towered over you and walked closer, making you walk back towards the wall. 

He pushed you against the wall harshly, pressing his lips to your neck. "I understand what Harrington was getting at, now. Totally feel watched in here. Kinda hot, not gonna lie." He laughed as he pried your legs apart with his knee. He could feel the heat radiating from you as he pushed his knee against your cunt. "You into that kinda thing, baby? Maybe next time I'll take you somewhere with real people. Give 'em a little show." 

You moaned as he sucked a bruise onto your neck. "You'd love that, wouldn't you? You're a filthy little slut who likes being watched." His hand shot up your shirt and groped your clothed breast roughly, pressing his lips to yours once more. The knee between your legs was torturing you, never quite giving the right amount of pressure or friction. You tried to grind down to seek it, but Eddie's hands went to your hips and stilled them instantly. 

"Nu-uh, sweetheart. Only I get to play with your pussy. It's mine now, isn't it?" His kisses had stopped as he observed your expression, trying to read how far he could push it. You nodded wildly, silently pleading for him to continue. "Yes! All yours!" You whined and tried to pull him back into you. 

Eddie grinned at your desperation, bringing his knee up just once to watch you keen. You tried to grind your hips down again but huffed in frustration as he held you in place. He reached for your arms, putting them above your head. He undressed you with ease, only leaving you in your bra and panties. "You look fantastic, sweetheart." 

"Thank you, daddy." You sighed with your head thrown back, waiting for the touch of his lips to return. When they didn't, your head whipped back down as your eyes searched Eddie's face in confusion. 

"What did you just call me?" He questioned cynically with his eyebrows raised. Your heart sank when you realized your mistake. You'd called him 'daddy', a thing you'd known about yourself but didn't dare mention to any of your friends. 

"Eddie, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me." You stammered, reaching for your shirt to put it back on. Eddie tutted as he took it from your hands with a teasing smile. "No, baby. It's alright. You're gonna stay right here for daddy, right?"

You nodded wildly and pushed your back against the wall again, awaiting his next move. When he reached to turn you around, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. A harsh smack landed on your ass as you yelped, whipping your head around to look at the perpetrator. 

"Use your words for me, baby. No nodding or shaking your head, only 'Yes, daddy' or 'No, daddy.' Understood?" He asked, threatening to land another smack on the stinging area. You nodded before catching yourself. "Yes, daddy." 

"Good girl." 

The two-worded sentence sparked something new in you. A desire you weren't aware of. A need to please Eddie. You'd do anything to hear those words again. 

"You like it when I call you a good girl? Made your legs clench, baby. So cute." Eddie whispered in your ear as his hand slid from your ass to your folds, rubbing softly over the fabric. You whined as you searched for more friction. "Yes, daddy. Please." You didn't know what you were begging for. You just needed him to do something. 

You were still facing the wall when he pulled at your hips, bending you over. You put your hands against the wall to steady yourself. 

He snapped the waistband of your underwear harshly before pulling them down your legs. He ensured his hands were touching you at all times, leaving trails of goosebumps wherever they went. His finger dipped between your folds, collecting the juice on his finger. He put his hand to your lips and bent forward to whisper in your ear. "Taste yourself for me, baby. Taste how much I turn you on." 

You took his finger in your mouth right as he pushed another inside your cunt and swirled your tongue around it. Never in a million years would you have believed anyone who had told you this morning that coming nightfall, Eddie Munson's fingers would be knuckle deep inside your mouth and pussy. Yet here you were, and you were loving every second of it.

"That's right. So fucking wet for me. It's embarrassing. Do you have no self-control? Couldn't even think straight when our friends were around. How am I supposed to take you anywhere in the future if you're just gonna be a horny bitch?" Another smack landed on your ass. You grumbled a defence around his fingers, but it was unintelligible. 

Another slap. "No back talking, sweetheart. If you're gonna behave like a brat, you're gonna get treated like one." 

His fingers left your mouth, allowing you to speak again. "Eddie, please." You begged. 

The fingers inside you found a cruel rhythm, curling right under the spot you wanted them to. His other hand, still wet with your saliva, found your clit and started rubbing circles around it. You struggled to stand upright, the arm reaching down your front being the only thing left to support you. "That's not my name, is it, baby?"  

You shook your head, struggling to keep it up between your arms resting against the wall. "No, I'm sorry, daddy." 

Eddie chuckled at your wanton apology. "That's alright, baby. You can make it up to daddy by lying on your bed for me." 

You nearly tripped over your own feet with the speed you tried to get to your bed. The poster of Kirk above it got your attention, and suddenly you understood Steve and Eddie. You did feel watched. Eddie followed your gaze and rested his knee on the bed, leaning over you to rip the poster from the wall. 

"Just you wait and see, sweetheart. In a few years, I'll be your celebrity crush." He smiled as he crumpled the poster and threw it to the floor. 

"You already are. I'm kind of starting to believe my crush on Kirk was just me convincing myself I didn't have a crush on you." You confessed honestly. 

Eddie's hand slid up your thigh as he put a hand beside you, leaning over you. It was only now you noticed he was still fully clothed. 

"That's cute, baby. You have a crush on me?" He smirked when he reached behind your back to finally relieve you of your last piece of clothing. You put your hands over your face in embarrassment. You let him take your bra off and eagerly watched as he took off his shirt. 

You watched him unbuckle his belt, and nerves settled in your stomach. Were you actually going to have sex with Eddie? You saw his bulge through his boxers and genuinely felt your mouth fucking water. Jesus H. Christ. 

You got on your knees and shuffled to him to pull his boxers down. He stepped out of them and let out a relieved sigh when your hand cupped his balls as the other gripped him at the base. He was rock hard, dripping precum from the raging red tip. You gave it a small lick, collecting the liquid on your tongue. The salty flavour of Eddie took over your senses. 

His hips bucked and he put a hand in your hair. You bent forward to take him in your mouth, but his grip on your hair stopped you. "Next time, kitten. Just give it a little kiss for daddy, will you?" He asked sweetly. You nodded with a pout, but puckered your lips, pressing a peck to the head of his cock. 

"Attagirl." He gently pushed you on your back, climbing over you as he left a trail of kisses up your body. Your fingers discovered his torso, tracing the scars that adorned it. He used to be self-conscious about them, especially when they were more prominent, but you thought they were sexy as hell. They proved he was a hero. 

His hand swiped between your folds, appreciating how wet you were and collecting as much of it as he could. He spread it over his dick sloppily, making an obscene squelching noise as he did so. The smile on his face was lewd when he observed you squirming in anticipation. "Didn't bring a condom, baby. Gonna fuck you raw. Gonna fill you up with my cum." He groaned. 

You relished in the idea of being filled to the brim. You wanted Eddie inside, now. You tugged at the necklace that dangled in front of your face and pulled him close. That earned you a smack to the tit. A high-pitched cry left your mouth as you watched him in shock. "Desperate fucking whore. I'll fuck you when I feel like it. You're gonna wait patiently, or there will be consequences." 

You didn't know whether to be scared or even more turned on at the threat. 

He positioned his tip at your entrance and slid inside agonizingly slow. You shuddered as he bottomed out, a guttural moan bubbling from your chest. This was pleasure in its rawest form. He dragged his dick back out at the same agonizing pace before knocking the breath out of you with a harsh thrust. 

"Jesus, fuck, Eddie." You tried to hold onto anything to steady yourself. Everything became too much. His brutal pace increased as he gave your other tit a smack. "Was so easy for you when you slipped up, baby. How do you keep forgetting now?" 

"'M sorry, daddy." You were delirious when he brought his hand down to rub at your clit. The feeling of his tip hitting the right spot over and over and over, combined with the friction on your clit, was getting you close at a rate you'd never experienced. You weren't going to last if he kept this up. 

"Gonna cum already? Feel so good on daddy's dick? Fuck, baby, you're already getting tighter." Eddie rambled as he drilled into you. You were an incoherent moaning mess, a jumbled mix of 'Daddy', 'Eddie' and 'Please' leaving your mouth. He didn't bother correcting you anymore. You were too far gone. 

He pinched one of your nipples in tandem with pinching your clit, drawing pained moans out of you. It hurt so good. "Like it when it hurts, slut? Can't cum without the pain?" He asked accompanied by lethal jabs at your cervix. You hated how it nearly sent you over the edge. How he was able to bring out the worst in you. How he knew what you needed, even when you didn't know yourself. 

Your moans and whines were increasing in volume and quantity. Eddie could feel you were close and started chasing his own release. He grabbed your shoulder, using it as leverage to push as deep and fast as possible. 

You felt him twitch inside. He was no longer talking, just grunting and moaning as he watched your tits bounce with the rhythm of his thrusts. His free hand went back down to your clit and put a delicious amount of pressure on it, rubbing in time with the slapping of his balls against your skin. 

"Gonna fill you up. Gonna breed that little pussy full with my cum." He groaned. With a few last thrusts and whines from both parties, he stilled and spilt inside. The feeling sent you over the edge, one last exclamation of "Daddy!" leaving you as you came. He stayed inside a bit longer, admiring your sweaty, heaving shape as you came down from your high. 

He slowly pulled out and admired the cum spilling from your pussy with a proud look. He bent down and licked some of it up, making you hiss at the sensitivity of your spent cunt. He chuckled and looked up at you. "Hi." He smiled. 

"Don't you 'Hi' me when you just gave me the best orgasm of my life, Munson." You groaned. He just laughed and dragged his body back up and told you to open your mouth. A mix of cum and saliva dripped from his mouth to yours. 

"Swallow, baby." He smirked. You did as you were told and showed him your empty mouth. "Good girl." He bent down and kissed you softly, in stark contrast to the proper fucking he just gave you. 

Eddie plopped down beside you and looked around the room properly for the first time. He noticed more details now, like the number of pictures of him that were sprinkled in amongst those of Kirk. "If I were to cut my hair, would you still like me? Because it seems like that's your thing." 

You laughed and looked around your room. "Yeah, I'd still like you, dumbass."

"Good, good. When Corroded Coffin blows up, you're gonna have to deal with a grand bout of jealousy, babe. That's gonna be me up on girls' walls." He stated matter of factly. 

"I think I'll manage." 

"Yeah, just go running to Kirk. Maybe by that time, I'll even be able to introduce you." Eddie smirked as he lay on his side, putting a hand under his head to support it. He gazed down at you with an expression you'd never seen on him before. A mix of glee, pride and admiration. 

"In your dreams, Eddie." You scoffed as you pushed against his arm, making his head fall back to the mattress. 

"Actually, in your dreams. Isn't that how we ended up like this, anyways?" 

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Prompt: “Napping is absolutely a date”

A/N: very very very very slight mentions of spicy content at the end

You yawned deeply as you checked your reflection in your mirror. It was Friday night and you were at your house getting ready for your date with Eddie. He had a Hellfire campaign tonight so you were going to meet him at his place and head out to get dinner and a movie. You checked your face, hoping that he wouldn’t notice the bags you had under your eyes. You were exhausted but you needed this date, you had a stressful week that had ended with you pulling an all-nighter last night for a test you had today, so you wanted some fun with your boyfriend.

Once you were ready you got in your car and drove over to the trailer park, noticing Eddie getting out of the van just as you pulled up next to him.

“Hey babe!” He called out, walking over to open your door for you, a big smile on his face. He took your hand and helped you out, pulling you to him to lay a quick kiss to your lips. “I missed you.” He said against them.

“It’s only been like 4 hours.” You teased, returning a large smile while Eddie dragged you along to his front door.

“Yeah, well, it was too long. And all I could think about during the game was seeing you again.” He said, bowing a little as he gestured for you to enter through the door he was holding open.

You laughed lightly as you made your way down the hall to Eddie’s room with him following close behind you. “I’m sure they all loved that.”

“Oh totally, no one was making fun of me at all.” He said sarcastically as you sat on his bed. “But, I do stink, it was really hot in the drama room tonight, so I’m going to take a quick shower before we go, okay sweetness?” He asked as he grabbed what you assumed was a clean shirt off of the bed next to you.

“Sounds good, Eds. I’ll be here.” You said, picking up one of his music magazines to occupy the time.

“Great.” He grinned, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your cheek before heading to the bathroom.

You leaned back against his pillows as you read, getting comfortable while you waited. Before you could even notice your eyelids drooping though, you were fast asleep.

Eddie came in 15 minutes later, hair dripping water onto his shirt as he ran a towel over it. “Almost ready ba-“ He started before noticing your sleeping form. He smiled softly as he watched you sleep peacefully. He knew you had been up all night and had been exhausted all day, but you had insisted on still going out, wanting to spend time with him. He could wake you up, but he knew you needed the sleep more than you needed to see that new movie. You both could go tomorrow.

He threw the towel on the back of a chair and then gently got into bed next to you, trying not to disturb you. You were on your side, facing away from him as he slotted himself behind you, spooning you. He leaned over to leave a soft kiss on your cheek again before wrapping his arm around your waist and snuggling into you, breathing the lavender scent of your shampoo as he buried his head in your hair. “I love you baby.” He whispered before he closed his eyes contentedly and soon fell asleep as well.

You woke up a little groggy, confused momentarily as to where you were. You looked around Eddie’s room, realizing you must have fallen asleep. You looked at the clock on his end table and saw that it read 10:30pm, you had been asleep for about 3 hours. You shot up suddenly in a panic, not noticing the arm around your waist and causing Eddie to startle awake.

“Hmm, what’s going on?” He said sleepily, blinking at the light that was slightly blinding him as he woke up.

“Eddie! We were sleeping! Why didn’t you wake me up?” You scolded.

“You looked so peaceful, and I know you needed the sleep so I let you. We can go see the movie tomorrow.” He said matter of factly as he stretched.

“I’m sorry we missed our date.” You sighed sadly.

“We didn’t.” Eddie smiled mischievously at you.

“What do you mean? We slept through dinner and the movie.” You reminded with a cocked brow.

“Napping is absolutely a date sweetheart.” He informed, a cheeky smile on his face. You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn’t help the fond smile you had on your face. You went to retort a smart ass comment when your stomach growled loudly, pulling a chuckle from your boyfriend. “Let’s continue with the awake part of the date now, and I can make us some mac and cheese and we can watch that movie we rented the other day again, sound good?” He suggested sweetly.

“Yeah sounds good, honey.” You answered, helping him out of bed once you had gotten up. “Thank you Eddie.” You said softly as he took your hand to lead you to the kitchen.

“Anytime sweet thing, now how about I tell you about the dream I had while I make food? You were kissing my neck and down my chest, you did that thing with your tongue I like.” He started, a shit-eating grin on his face, pulling a shy groan from you as you flushed.

“Eddie!” You exclaimed as he laughed loudly.

“You sound just like my dream babe.”

Imagine sitting on Eddie's bed, comfortably propped up and reading your book while rock music plays softly over his radio. He's practicing his guitar at the foot of his bed, gentle strums of the strings filling the air along with the soft music from the radio as you turn the page of your book, the pages making soft riffling sounds. Probably the best reading music ever.

You're the girlfriend of Eddie

Just the two of us

Day 3: Use the words - Kitchen, date and music

Eddie x Fem!reader

Summary: It’s been awhile since you and Eddie were able to have some time to yourselves

a/n: First time i’ve ever written for Eddie, or even a stranger thing character. To be honest I thought my first stranger thing character would have been Steve. But oh well, I love Eddie too! Sorry if he’s a little out of character. I’m so used to only writing for supernatural, I need to get used to his character.

warnings: Flufff!

word count: 1550

It had been a while since you and Eddie had been on a date. To be honest neither of you had been on a proper date together. When the two of you originally got together, you were too wrapped up within each other, and each other’s beds to even care about going on proper dates. Then by the time you both hit senior year, the months of rolling in the sheets caught up to the two of you, and you fell pregnant. Your pregnancy was rough, leading to you missing most of senior year. Eddie felt bad that he had put you in this predicament, so spent a lot of his time caring for you. Unfortunately, you were both held back; but the birth of your daughter Melissa was worth it. The following year, you both got held back again; with no one to babysit during the day due to absent parents and Eddies uncle only able to look after Mel a few days a week, you both decided to wait it out another year. Now Mel was two years old, and both you and Eddie had decided that this year you were going to graduate, no matter what it took. With studying, Mel and the hellfire club, neither of you had had much time for each other, and one night it was agreed that you’d let the hellfire club babysit while the two of you had a date.

Walking up to Dustin’s front door, your nerves were bubbling. Mel was clung to your hip, Eddie bounding down the path ahead of you a little more excitedly, before rasping his knuckles on the door. It didn’t even take one knock, before the door swung open, the curly hair and cheeky grin of Dustin stood at the door, with the others poking their heads over his shoulder.

“D” Mel squealed from your hip, eyes bright and shining at the older male, hands reaching out as she tried to wiggle out of your grip. Gently, you lowered your daughter to the ground, where as soon as her small feet hit the floor, she waddled as quickly as possible to Dustin’s waiting arms. Where he quickly picked her up, throwing her in the air, a giggle escaping her lips, before she landed safely back in his arms and nestling her head into his shoulder.

“Dustin” You stepped forward towards the male in front of you, ready to give him a lecture, but Eddie stepped in, placing a reassuring hand on your lower back.

“Y/n, it’s ok” He smiled over at you before looking at the rest of the hellfire club. “Keep an eye on my princess for me, any issues call us. Don’t keep her up to late” He spoke, waiting for confirmation that everyone had heard him. Once he was happy, he spun around grabbing your hand, before walking you to his van, and holding the door open for you. You climbed in and started to fasten yourself, as he shut the door and joined you.

“Do you think she’ll be ok?” You question, eyes downcast as you start playing and picking at the skin around your nails.

“She’s in good hands” Eddie comforted you, the vans engine revving to life, as he drove off to the trailer park. Climbing out, of your boyfriend’s van, he looked over at you “Are you sure you don’t want to go out, y/n?” His voice is sweet yet laced with worry that you wouldn’t think this date would be enough.

“I’m sure. I want to be close by in case something happens to Mel” You respond, lacing your fingers with his as you walk inside, dumping your shoes and keys by the front door. Your sock covered feet trudged through the trailer, heading to the kitchen. Your head was fuzzy, filled with ‘what ifs’ about Mel. You were so out of it, you didn’t even realise that Eddie had joined you in the kitchen, until a warm hand wrapped around your waist, and a kiss was placed to your hair line.

“She’s fine angel” He whispered, lips ghosting your forehead. “Let’s enjoy tonight” He smiled, moving away, to wash his hands, you following suit. The two of you moved around the kitchen, never once bumping into each other. It was like a perfectly recited dance, as you grabbed bowls from the cupboard as Eddie filled the boiling saucepan on the stove with spaghetti. Dinner wasn’t fancy, but it didn’t have to be, all that mattered was that you were there with your boyfriend.

“Shall we put some music on?” You asked Eddie, looking him in the eyes. He smiled, before walking off to put on a record. You were expecting Metallica, or some other choice of Eddie’s music to fill the air. But instead he had chosen one of your old records, hardly used, that just sat in the back collecting dust. The last time it was used, was to help settle Mel one night when she couldn’t sleep.

You gasped, turning to look at your boyfriend, as the soothing piano of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata filled the air. He just smirked at you, before collecting a couple of candles and placing them on the table, lighting them. “What?” He questioned a laugh rippling from deep within, “I can be romantic sometimes.”

It wasn’t much longer until the timer started beeping, alerting the two of you to the fact that dinner was ready. Eddie started grabbing the plates, as you drained the pasta over the sink, before scooping up the long spaghetti strings and plopping them down in a dish that Eddie had left on the side. He covered the pasta noodles, in the sauce that the two of you had actually made, and not just grabbed from a can.

Eddie ushered you to the table, hand placed gently on your back, guiding you to your chair. He pulled the chair out for you, before helping you sit down and pushing you in; though the scraping of the wooden chair on the floor, sent a shiver down your spine. Next, he placed the food on the table, before sitting down opposite you, smiling gently as he started to tuck in to the delicious homemade meal. You mostly ate in silence, except for the sound of the piano, and Eddie slurping his spaghetti up like a child.

After, you’ve finished eating, Eddie gets up gathering up the dirty dishes and cutlery, you start to push your chair out to help him, but he just shakes his head at you, before wondering to the fridge and pulling out a fresh pot of strawberries. He messes around in the kitchen for a few minutes, before emerging, with the fresh red fruit and some melted chocolate.

“Eddie” you gasp, looking at your boyfriend in shock. He just smiles at you before dipping a strawberry in the chocolate and wiping it across your face. “Eddie!” You yell, though you can’t help the giggles that escape your mouth, which transforms into full blown laughter as he kneels next to you his tongue lapping at the sweetness on your cheek, making you squeal and move away from him. He laughs back at you, a smile over his face. Looking at your crazy boyfriend, you laugh even more when you realise his nose has chocolate on it, and you lean forward giving him a kiss on his nose to help clean everything off.

That’s when you notice that Eddie is quiet, and serious; a complete 360 from his behaviour just minutes ago. You shuffle closer to where he’s kneeling on the floor. “Bub, are you ok?” You question, trying to look into his eyes.

He shifts slightly, hands fidgeting in his pocket, before he smiles at you. “Never been better” He replies, still not fully looking at you.

“Are you su-“He cuts off your question, by leaning in placing his lips against yours. You shut your eyes savouring the taste of the chocolate on his lips. The kiss was short and gentle, and when he pulls away, you notice that his eyes are teary, but before you can question him further, he starts talking.

“I-I kept trying to find the right time to do this.” He looked down at the red velvet box in his hand. “I-I had a long speech planned but screw it.” He opens the box revealing a simple silver band with a small diamond. “I know its not much. But I love you. Y/n, will you marry me?” He questions, lifting his head to look you in the eyes. Your eyes fill with tears, and before you know it, you’re throwing yourself off the chair and into his lap. The table gets pushed slightly, chocolate spilling everywhere, but you don’t care. Eddie smiles widely at you slipping the ring on your finger.

He leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss. A spark shot up your spine, it was like you were having your first kiss all over again. The pressure of his lips against yours was intoxicating, and it wasn’t long until he slipped his tongue into your mouth, and his hand started trailing up your leg. You pulled away slightly, resting your forehead on his. “I love you Eddie Munson” You whispered.

“I love you too, y/n Munson”

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Eddie munson x Fem! reader

Summary: How you and Eddie became secret lovers, after being life long enemies.

A/n: This was my first ever request, and my first ever smut fic. I also think its one of my longest. 

Warnings: Smut! Swearing, p in v, unprotected, daddy kink, princess, bj, deep throat, being eating out. A whole lot of dirtiness

word count: 3278

18+ Only. Do not read if you are a minor

Requested by: @punxunited01-blog

At Hawkins High school it was no secret that there was a hierarchy among the students. Everyone knew it, the teachers the parents, but the adults all decided to turn their heads away from it, pretend it didn’t exist. Of course, at the top of the ‘food chain’ were the jocks and the cheerleaders, known for their good looks, money or just how easily they’ll crawl into bed; they were the popular crowd, the crowd everyone (well almost everyone) wanted to be in, but only a select few were good enough for the clique.

Next in the food chain were the ‘normal kids’, the ones who weren’t jocks, cheerleaders or rich enough to be in the popular group, but also weren’t geeks, nerds or teachers’ pets. This group live in the shadows, faded into the background most of the time. Consisting of plain janes and plain johns, nothing too exciting about them. Sometimes the ‘normal kids’ could flick between groups, some had friends in the popular crowds, as well as the nerd crowd. To the group, the hierarchy was a pick and mix, they couldn’t move from where they were, but they could have friends in higher groups and be accepted a little more.

The third level of the food chain, the bronze medal is awarded to the nerds and geeks. The ones who love board games, role playing games or were just straight up teacher’s pets. This group tended to get bullied a lot by the popular crowd, and sometimes the ‘normal kids’ would join in with the jeering. They were unliked by the student population, but the teachers tended to love them, which made them even less popular.

And then you have the bottom of the tiers, the freaks. The ones who dressed differently, dark colours, band shirts and had their hair styled differently to the normal crazy big hair or mullets. The ones who did their own things, the non-conformists to society. This group was bullied the most and tormented by all. However, what most people didn’t know what that within the freaks there was a divide, a canyon that split the unpopulars into small groups; a whole hierarchy within itself. And at the top were the punks and the metalheads, opposite sides of the same coin, sworn enemies, fighting to be the populars of the unpopulars.

The metalheads leader (not that there were very many metalheads in Hawkins high) was Eddie Munson. A tall man, with long hair, that constantly looks unbrushed. He was bullied badly, but everyone who got to know him, always said he was a sweetheart. The leader of the opposition; the punks, was you. You and Eddie had known each other for years, since you were saplings, having gotten into many fights, arguments and detentions together in your younger years. Though as you entered high school, the two of you realised the best way to deal with each other, was to not deal with each other at all, to avoid each other; so that’s what you did.

You would sit on the other side of the cafeteria from each other, sending scowls and hateful glares. Mouthing swearwords as you past each other in the hallways, pulling faces at the rest of the group that the other hung around with. But what the rest of the freaks didn’t know was that the hate was all for show. Secretly, those heated glares and scowls, conveyed the opposite emotions of softness and admiration, reminding each other of the gentle touches only the two of you knew. It was your little secret. Though it wasn’t always this way, at some point the two of you truly hated each other, but that all came to a head a year ago.

~ A year ago ~

The bell had rung for class roughly five minutes ago, but like the rest of the freaks and unpopulars you stayed behind, waited for the rush of goody-two-shoes and bullies clear out, waiting until the hallways was relatively quiet. There were only a few people left in the hallways, the sounds of multiple teacher’s voices echoing through doors as they yelled at unruly students. You weren’t paying attention, you never did when the halls were this quiet, they allowed you to slip into your own head, enjoy your own company, well that was until you walked straight into a brick wall; well, what you thought was a brick wall. The one person you despised was stood over you, towering like a skyscraper, his long messy hair framing his face.

“Egh” you grunted, stumbling backwards, staring angrily at the shaggy haired giant in front of you. Face full of disgust. You wiped at your ripped jeans, as if trying to wipe the germs off of you. “Don’t touch me” you growled through your teeth, eyes clenching into a glace, staring into his brown eyes, trying to convey your fury.

“I didn’t princess, you did” He drawled, a sarcastic twang escaping his red plump lips, a look of satisfaction washing over his face as he could tell the nickname and tone of voice had your blood boiling.

“Say that again” You barked, referring to the nickname. A guttural sound escaping your throat, making you sound like a worked up wild animal, “I fucking dare you!”

Eddie just chuckled, a deep noise that send unwanted shivers down your spine. He was enjoying this, which just pissed you off even more. God, was he infuriating. His eyes stayed trained on yours, as he took a step forward, you taking a step back, the game of cat and mouse continuing until your back hit the cold metal locker behind you. His smirk deepened, as he caged your body in, leaning his head towards your ear, his lips ghosting against your skin. “You’re so cute when you’re angry” He whispered seductively, his deep husky voice drenching your body in a cold sweat, sending sensations straight to your core. You couldn’t think straight his smell intoxicating, and as soon as it entered your sense it was gone, he was backing up away from you before you were nowhere near each other. “Princess” He whispered, your eyes widening as you felt your core tighten in want, which just fuelled your anger. You stalked towards him, like a panther hunting its prey, yet Eddie didn’t move. Instead, he chuckled again, that deep chuckle that you hated and loved at the same time.

“You’re driving me out of my fucking mind, Munson” You grumbled half-heartedly, jabbing him in the chest with your pointer finger to accentuate each word, before throwing your arms up in exasperation. But before you could continue, Eddie had grabbed your hands above your head, backing you back against the lockers, the coldness of the metal, cooling your hot skin instantly.

“You bark a lot, princess. Wanna see how hard I can bite?” He ghosted his lips against your ear, biting slightly on your ear lobe, before pulling away. Slick started to coat your underwear as he teased you, and you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning. God how you hated him, how he affected you.

“I bet you can’t bite that hard” You challenged, lifting your head to meet his eyes, nose bumping against his, before your eyes hardened, challenging him to prove you wrong.

“I have many other uses for your pretty mouth princess. Well, other than you’re barking at me” He whispered huskily, eyes communicating that the challenge has been accepted.

“Like wha-!” You tried to respond, but you were interrupted by his lips pushing against yours, teeth clashing against each other. The kiss was sloppy, rough and aggressive, any leftover pent-up anger (or sexual tension on your part) being communicated between the two of you. Eddie, slowly loosened his grip on your wrists, allowing your arms to relax, your hands instantly going to his hair, playing with the scruffy yet soft strands. He slammed his hand against the locker to balance himself, the kiss breaking slightly when you jumped in surprise, drawing a small laugh from between his lips. You were separated for a couple of second before his lips were back on yours. He pushed his lips harder against yours (if that was even possible) and then suddenly he bit your lip hard, drawing blood. A small moan escaped past your lips, being swallowed by him, even more slick escaping your pussy.

Eddie smirked against your lips, continuing the unrelenting nibbling and biting, transitioning from your lips to your jawline and down your neck. Stepping forward, so your bodies were touching, the warmth radiating from his crotch was intoxicating, and you got wetter, when he started to rub his hard on against you, your clothes giving the both of you the friction you need. He pulled away from your neck, a happy smile across his face.

“Told you I can bite… Princess” He whispered, his swollen lips so tantalising and delicious.

“Bite me harder… daddy” You replied, preying that the new nickname (a big kink of yours) would not ruin everything happening between you. But it didn’t, instead hearing you call him daddy spurred Eddie on, eliciting a deep animalistic growl from his throat, and it was all that it took for him to grab your hand and drag you down the now empty corridor to find an abandoned classroom.

It wasn’t that hard to find a classroom, most of the west hallway being abandoned. Though the door was locked, yet a bit of jiggling on the handle, meant it opened with a swing. And as soon as it did, his lips were on yours, fighting for dominance as you crosse the threshold. Eddie kicking the door behind you, slamming it shut, guiding you backwards towards the teacher’s desk. Eddie winning the dominance competition when his tongue slipped past your lips.

Your back hit the corner of the desk, and you squeaked in pain, as it dug into your soft skin. Eddie pulled his lips away from yours quickly, eyes searching yours, almost like he was searching your soul. “Sorry sweetheart” He whispered as softly as he could, before pulling you forward slightly, his warm hands rubbing and massaging the area that hurt.

When he knew that you were ok, his lips touched yours, continuing his torment as his hands reached down, grabbing handfuls of your ass, before lifting you gently onto the wooden surface. His hands started roaming your body, as yours lifted to his neck, running your fingers through his hair. His fingers danced against your thigh, as you slowly moved your hands down, grazing softly against his covered chest, before dipping under the hem of his shirt, and touching is soft warm skin. The feeling of his skin against yours sent sparks flying, and you pulled your hand away quickly like you were burnt. But you craved his skin, his touch; and it wasn’t long until your hand was trailing under his shirt again, fingers ghosting down his torso, finding his happy trail and down to the cold metal of his belt buckle. Your fingers fiddle with the metal and soon Eddie’s pants were falling down around his ankles. He kicked them to the side, as he pulled away from your slips, hands pulling at the bottom of your t-shirt, before pulling it up and whipping it off of your head. His eyes widened as he spotted your bra, and it wasn’t long until it was thrown across the classroom, your nipples hardening and perking up due to the cold. He wasted no time, dipping his head down, and taking your right bud into his mouth. The warmth and wetness of his mouth around your sensitive nipple, as he pinched and pulled on your other one, pulled a deep moan from within your core, making you soak your underwear completely.

He pulled away from your chest, other hand coming up to play with your nipple that had just been in your mouth. “I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do now” He grumbled; eyes fixated on your body. He dropped his hands, watching as your boobs jiggled. He slowly started to slide his boxes down his legs, you stared, watching as his thick cock sprung free, pre cum leaking from the red tip. You stared in aww and apprehension, you had never been with someone of his size before.

“This cock isn’t going to suck itself” he grunted, his deep voice pulling you out of your trance, as you watched his hand slowly pump his cock, pre-cum taunting you. You slipped off of the wooden desk slowly, tits jiggling as you landed. “On your knees, princess” He ordered, hand on the top of your head, gripping your hair tightly as he pushed you to your knees. As soon as your knees hit the floor, (slightly padded by the jeans you were still wearing), he starts pushing your head towards his dick. You open your mouth on instinct, allowing him to push his dick as far in as possible, his pre-cum coats your tongue and you can’t get enough of the sweet yet salty flavour.

“You look good on your knees” he praises, as you swallow the whole of his cock, gagging slightly as he holds your head in place, groaning and moaning as your tongue runs up and down his shaft. “Fuck baby! Just like that” He moans above you as you continue deep throating him, head bobbing up and down on his dick, before he roughly grabs your hair and pulls your head back, smacking you face with his cock.

“Stand up princess” He orders, and you obey, muttering a small “yes daddy”. He throws you roughly against the desk, pulling down your skinny jeans. His fingers work their way under your underwear until he feels your slick. “Fuck” he moans, “Such a wet little pussy, all for me” he murmurs in a trance, before spreading your legs and using a finger to enter you, letting a small gasp escape your lips. He pumps his middle finger in and out of you a couple of times before adding a second one, wet sounds and breathy moans echoing around the classroom. He removes his fingers, and you whine at the loss of touch and pleasure. He chuckles as you pout at him, before sucking your juices off of his fingers. “Fuck baby, you taste so good” he moans, before bending down, moving your underwear aside even more, his hot breath fanning your pussy. Eddie flicks his tongue out and ghosts it over your wetness, earning a squeak and more slick to leak out of you before he dives in and roughly starts eating you out. Loud moans escaping your lips, as his fingers start to play with your clit.

“Daddy!” you scream, feeling the familiar tensing in your lower abdomen from earlier. He continues his ministrations, tongue lapping at your clit, fingers pumping in and out of your wet, sensitive pussy. “Daddy, I’m gonna cum” you moan loudly.

“Cum for me princess” Eddie mumbles into your pussy, the vibrations of his voice travelling up to your core, as he continues to roughly eat you out like you were his last meal. With one final lick, his tongue flicks your clit and then he presses against it, pushing against your sensitive nub. The pressure within you snaps, and you buck your hips slightly, squirming as your orgasm rushes through you, squirting slightly. Even as you’re coming down from your high, Eddie continues licking and eating up all your slick.

“Look at my pretty girl” He whispers, eyes staring at your naked body in admiration “Squirting all over the desk”. His lips, travel up your body, kissing over your hips and bellybutton, detouring to kiss any tattoos you have, before sucking at your clavicle, drawing a moan from your lips.

“Stop teasing me” you whine, as you rub your thighs together, trying to bring back the sweet sensation of friction between your legs, “I want you inside me.”

“Think you can handle me, princess” He questions, hand pumping his big cock, getting himself ready. Watching as his hand bobs up and down his cock, you nod your head eagerly in answer to his question. He steps forward rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your slit, teasing you, before pushing the head in. You moan together, before he crashes his plump lips against yours. “Fuck baby! You’re so tight” He murmurs between breaths, before pushing himself into you even more.

“Keep going” you plead, eyes staring into his. You could see the concern; the care and you nod your head in answer to his silent question. That’s all he needed, before he snapped his hips forward, pushing the rest of his cock into your pussy, his balls hitting your ass.

“Good girl ~ that’s a good fucking girl” He praised, spitting in his hand, and rubbing his saliva and fingers against your clit. He gives you a few moments to adjust before he nearly pulls the whole way out and slams back into you. He’s rough, yet gentle at the same time and his scent just intoxicates you just like earlier. He thrusts into you hard, tip of his cock hitting the right spot within you, making your eyes roll backwards into your head, small little moans escaping your bruised lips.

“What pretty noises you’re making for me… am I making you feel good?” He drawls. But when he gets no answer, he asks you again, voice deeper, “Am I making you feel good?”

“Y-yes” you stutter, drunk on his cock.

“Yes, what?” He growls, hand reaching out, and settling around your throat, tightening slightly.

“Yes, daddy” you cry out, not caring if anyone hears you. Eddie loosens his grip around your throat, going back to rubbing your clit.

“Good, girl” He praises, “You belong to me”

His hips thrust faster within you, his cock hitting your g-spot every time. He can tell your close, as your pussy starts to clench around his cock. “If you want to cum, you better beg” Eddie grumbles, coming close himself.

“Daddy, please!” You cry out, feeling the pressure build “Let me cum!” You scream.

“Cum for me baby, cum for me” He orders. Your pussy clenches tightly, the elastic band in your abdomen snapping, your hips, pushing Eddie’s cock into you deeper. Your arms racking down his back, nails digging red lines into his pale skin. “Fuck baby!” Eddie grunts, snapping his hips into you one last time, before he fills you with his cum, coating your walls. He falls on top of you, your body taking his weight, the two of you panting gathering your breath back.

“wow” you utter, drawing deep laugher out of Eddie, vibrations travelling through you.

“I can’t believe we just did that” You continue, hands playing with his curls absentmindedly.

“Why not?” Eddie questions, pulling his limp cock out of your sore and over stimulated pussy.

“Why?” you question puzzled. “Because we’re enemies, and we’re in the school” You laugh, smacking the man above you slightly on the chest, “and we’re in the school” you repeat, it dawns on you that anyone could have walked in, after you forgot to re-lock the door.

“Hate to break it to you princess” Eddie utters “But, we passed being enemies, as soon as we entered this classroom” he chuckles, pulling a laugh out of you, which you try to stifle as you feel his seed escape from you. You look up into his brown eyes, and smile before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss on his lips. “I love you, Eddie Munson”.

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