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#eddie munson x gender neutral reader
strangersmunsons · 2 days
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Eddie goes shopping with you. eddie munson x gn!reader, ~900 words
“Okay, now what do you think of this?” You hold out a crisp white button-down shirt.
“I think that’s great,” he says automatically. 
“Eddie,” you sigh impatiently, “you’ve said that about every article of clothing we’ve seen today. I need like, an actual opinion.”
“That is an actual opinion.” He sounds offended that you might suggest otherwise.
“C’mon, I’m trying to look professional! You gotta help me.”
“I am helping!” Eddie holds up both arms to emphasize his point — he’s laden with bags from the stores you hit earlier in your shopping venture, weighed down with the new clothes you’re purchasing so as to better look the part for your new job.
A small giggle escapes you in spite of your exasperation. “I told you you don’t have to carry any of those,” you remind him, folding your arms across your chest.
Eddie scoffs. “And what kind of gentleman would I be if I let you haul this crap around all day?” He shakes his head, dark curls tumbling about his soft face. “No way. Wayne raised me right, thank you.”
“Well, that he certainly did,” you admit, a rush of affection warming your chest. Unable to help yourself, you reach out and pinch his little cheek between your thumb and index finger.
He pouts at the gesture, pretending to be annoyed; but really, a thrill shoots through him at the brief moment of contact. Oh, what he wouldn’t give for you to be touching him always. 
But it’s not like that. Not for you two.
Eddie tells himself that it’s okay, that he’s accepted it, he’ll content himself with daydreams and fantasies as he always has —
“Do you think black looks classier, though?” You’ve turned back to face the clothing rack again, thoughtfully fingering the silky fabric of a dark shirtsleeve. Your eyes narrow. “Or is it almost too formal?”
Eddie blinks dazedly, then shrugs. “I dunno. I wear black all the time, no one’s ever put me up for best dressed.” He frowns. “I suppose it’s a little different when it’s a Metallica t-shirt, though.”
You poke him playfully. “Or ripped jeans.”
Eddie swats your hand away, heart leaping.
You snicker in response, then soften. “For the record, I do like the way you dress. It goes with your whole thing, y’know?” You motion towards him vaguely, hands waving up and down his figure.
“My thing?”
“Mmhmm,” you hum. “The hair, the attitude, the music. Even your name. The whole thing.”
“What does my name have to do with any of that stuff?”
You shift your weight from foot to foot as you think about how to word your answer, tongue poking ever so slightly out of your mouth — an unconscious imitation of the face Eddie often makes when he’s focusing. He swoons a little when he realizes that you’re picking up some of his habits.
“I mean, if I didn’t know who you were, and someone told me to pick out the guy named Eddie Munson from a crowd of a hundred people, I could do it like that,” you tell him, snapping your fingers on the last word. “No one has ever looked more like they should be named Eddie Munson than you.” Your eyes cut over to his. “Does that make sense?”
Bewildered, Eddie’s eyebrows have shot up so high they’ve all but disappeared under his bangs. “…kind…of?”
You pat his shoulder, amused. “Don’t worry about it. Just look at the shirt.”
Obediently, his gaze flits back to the top. You smile expectantly, and he works to offer some sincere judgment. 
“Um, it looks comfier than the white one? Not as starchy.”
You nod sagely. “True.” You examine it more closely, a flicker of uncertainty clouding your features. “Do you think it’d look okay on me?”
Of course he does. He thinks you look nice in everything. In your pajamas, in your dressiest formalwear — it doesn’t matter. He never wants to hold you any less. To him, you’ve always the most beautiful person in the world. Whatever you happen to put on your body is irrelevant.
But this is the whole point of him accompanying you; he practically begged for you to let him tag along, swearing that it would be fun and that he’d help you. You’d been a smidge embarrassed at first, certain he’d grow impatient with your indecisiveness and bored with the constant vanishing into dressing rooms, but you seem comfortable now, letting him tote your bags around and asking for his advice. He hopes you’ll take him again next time, and then the next time, and then again after that…
“Yes, I do. I think you’d look really wonderful,” he finally answers. “You look incredible in everything you wear. Honest. You don’t need to worry about anything you buy today.”
Your eyes shine, a bashful smile spreading across your lips. “Really?”
“Of course,” he replies, face reddening. “You — you could wear a potato sack and make it look good, frankly.”
You laugh. “Yes, I’m sure that would be very flattering on me.”
“Hey, I think you could rock it.” He knows you think he’s teasing you, but he means it. And he’ll tell you again, and again, and again, until you believe him.
He’s got nothing but time.
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cinemabean · 1 month
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cw: mentions of pubic hair/shaving.
fooling around with eddie at the drive in. you’re making out heavily in the back of his van, hands roaming all over, trying to silence your own moans with the doors being wide open. his chain rattles when he moves his leg in between your own, slipping his hand between your thighs when he lets out a gasp, “holy shit, you SHAVED?!”
“shh!” you urge him.
"where’d it all go? how am i supposed to navigate the scene this way? my favorite playground is bare! what happened?"
you roll your eyes at his dramatics, "nothing happened, i just wanted to change it up...i thought you'd might prefer it?"
he continues to stare at you with those wide doe eyes, making you giggle; but this was serious business to eddie, and he wasn't going to let it slide.
"i prefer it, if you prefer it. do you?" he asks.
you shrug, looking down at the tattoo peeking from his shirt, fiddling with his collar.
"i don't think i do, but..i wanted you to like it. i always hear about guys wanting it, like- totally bare. just got kinda self-conscious, i guess."
“sweetheart, i don't give a shit about what other guys think, i want it how you want it. you're the hottest babe i've ever laid my eyes on, you got that?"
"yeah," you nod, giving him a tiny smile, "thanks, eds."
"either way, bare or totally bushed out, i'm finding my way through your wilderness," he grins.
"okay," you scoff, "you've said just about enough. please go back to ruining me."
he laughs before tackling you, "my pleasure, sweetheart."
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eddiesxangel · 2 months
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The Kissing Booth | E.M x G!N!Reader
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Cw: flufffffff, mild angst on Eddie’s part. Smooching. Reader wears lipgloss. No use of pronouns.
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Eddie could not believe this was happening to him.
“Nope, nope, no way, man. Over my dead body-“
“What my boy means is he is grateful he is not being suspended and will graciously accept his punishment of volunteering at the school fair.” Wayne looks at his nephew with a glare in his eyes that Eddie hasn’t seen in a very long time.
“Great, then it’s settled,” Ms. Laughlin, the guidance councillor, smiles.
It was happening. Eddie was being served the most gruesome punishment, and all because he skipped P.E. of all classes.
Eddie Munson was being forced not only to participate in the school fair but to work the kissing booth, of all things.
How on earth would he survive this? Not only would he be the laughingstock of the school, but he would also have to endure the absolute embarrassment of having no one come up to his booth, and he would also have to be forced to participate in extracurricular activities.
“Just wait until Hellfire hears about this boy,” Wayne laughs as he drives him and Eddie back to the trailer.
All Eddie could do was roll his eyes; he could never show his face again.
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“You’re not going to believe the rumour I heard today.” Nancy looks at you from over her shoulder. She is sat at your vanity.
“What?” You asked, intrigued, as you got dressed and got ready for tonight’s festivities.
“A little birdy told me that a certain someone is working the kissing booth tonight.” She smirks.
“Who?” You challenge her back.
“Who, what?” Robin walks into the bedroom from the bathroom.
“Nancy knows who is working one of the kissing booths tonight, but who’s telling me” you pout.
“Ohhhhhhhh,” Robin smirks knowingly.
“Oh, not you, too! Come on, who is it!”
Robin and Nancy give one another a nod of the head before Nancy speaks.
“Eddie Munson.”
“Ha ha, very funny; you think I’m going to believe that? How gullible do you think I am?” You snort.
“No, it’s true! Shelly from the student council told me when we were working on the student paper! Instead of detention, this is his punishment, to help out at the fair tonight.” She wiggled her brows at you suggestively.
“Who else’s working it?” You try and ask casually.
Your friends knew about your crush on Eddie. It had been about a month since you confessed to one of your late-night sleepovers.
“Um, I’m not too sure what other guy, but I think Chrissy is working the girl's booth. Nancy shrugged.
“Cool…cool…” you turned to the closet, now faced with a sense of anxiety to find the perfect top.
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Eddie was actually dying on the inside. Ten minutes until his “shift” at the booth, and he wanted to book it.
Running away would solve his problems, right? He would much rather be suspended than have to endure this humiliation. This was a cruel and unusual punishment.
He watched from the sidelines as Josh was at the booth currently. He was the senior star quarterback on the football team. Everyone wanted him. He could just see now the long line disbursing once he stood there.
"Hey man, you're up next in 5." Eddie was snapped out of his internal monologue when he felt a hand resting on his shoulder. He wasn't sure how long he had been there stewing with his own thoughts. "Don't worry, it's not all bad. Some customers are cute," Josh smirks.
Oh god. What if he actually had to kiss someone tonight? He hadn’t thought of that option. Like, what if some actually came up? What would he do? Are they expecting tongue?
“You have some gum or something?” He asked quickly before Josh left.
He smirked and tossed him a pack of icy mint.
“Thanks.”
Eddie peaked around the corner to where the booth was set up. The fair was set up on the school football field. There was a small sign that said be back in 5 and no lineup to be seen.
That made Eddie feel a bit better; no one was there. That took some humility out of it.
Before Eddie could back out and run, he felt another hard hand on his shoulder.
“Come on, Munson, your time to shine.” Jeff and Gareth practically dragged Eddie to the booth, kicking and screaming.
“You’re the worst friends ever,” Eddie huffed as they backed away from the booth. Watching him so he won’t run away.
“You can't serve the time and shouldn’t do the crime.” Jeff laughed.
“That’s not-“ Eddie was cut off mid-sentence as he saw Robin and Nancy pushing you towards the booth just like he had been moments ago.
“Don’t make me do this,” you plead with your best friends.
“You have to do it,” “It’s now or never,” “He’s right there. Just have him your ticket and pucker your lisp. It’s not that hard,” Robin and Nancy whispered in your ear as they dragged you towards Eddie.
“You guys, please, I can’t!” You say a bit too loudly as you fight back your friends from pushing you up to the booth.
You can see the look on Eddie’s face as you are pushed up the step of the booth. He looks disappointed? Disgusted? You’re not too sure.
You let out an embarrassing squeal as you stumbled in front of Eddie. “Um hi”
Despite not being well-acquainted with Eddie, you couldn't help but notice him whenever he walked by. You only exchanged a few words in passing and learned about him through your friends. Although you never had the opportunity to spend time together, you found him to be irresistibly charming and incredibly good-looking. Whenever you caught a glimpse of him in the cafeteria, he never failed to bring a smile to your face with his silly antics and infectious laughter.
“Uh hey,” he spoke back, clearly uncomfortable.
“Busy night for you?” You ask, trying to delay the inevitable.
“Uh nope.”
“Good,” you smile; the thought of Eddie kissing anyone else made you want to vomit.
“Good?” He cocks a brow at you. “The thought of nobody wanting to come up to the freak of Hawkins High is good to you?”
“Oh I didn’t mean it like-“
“Why are you even here?”
“Oh- well- I um-"
“No, I get it. You’re just here on a dare, or you lost the bet, right? I really thought better of Nancy and Robin; I thought they were my friends… You know I heard you say you can’t do this. I understand the thought of kissing me is so terrible that-“
You couldn't help but cut off Eddei from his intrusive thoughts. You held his face with both hands and smushed your lips together. The thought of Eddie thinking that about you was far worse than the fear of kissing him.
It wasn't everything you had dreamed of. However, the kiss was still nice. You felt the eruption of butterflies fill your stomach as Eddie deepened this kiss himself. You kissed him until you could no longer breathe. Only then is when you pull away.
“Woah”
“I hope that was okay.” You shy away.
“Yeah.” Eddie sighed as he took you in.
As he gazed upon you, he was struck by how pretty you were, which he had overlooked until now. The sweet aroma of strawberries wafted from you as the strawberry lipgloss lingered on his lips, just below his nose.
“Um, here,” you jut out your hand with the crinkled ticket you hadn't yet paid with.
“Oh no, no, the house,” Eddie said without thinking and that made you giggle.
“Well, I really only bought a ticket for this, so I might as well cash it in.” you flirt.
“Ok, yeah, sure. Two for one.” Eddie took the ticket from your hand and brought it back to cup your cheek before kissing you again.
You could hear the giggles and cheers of your friends from behind you in the distance, but your main focus was on Eddie. His soft, plush lips. His minty taste, the way his soft hair tickled your cheeks.
“Ok, lovebirds, that’s enough.” the supervising teacher returned with an unimpressed huff.
You begrudgingly pulled away, but with a smile nonetheless.
“Can I get your number?” Eddie’s mouth was moving before his brain could catch up.
“Come find us later, lover boy.” Robin giggled while snatching your arm and pulled you away before you could answer.
“Dude!” Gareth clapped his hands, having witnessed the whole thing.
“Maybe we should sign up for this,” Jeff laughed. A little jealous of what he just witnessed.
After you, Eddie didn’t care if he got another customer for the rest of the night. Maybe this whole kissing booth thing wasn’t too bad after all.
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jaebeomsbitch · 2 months
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Eddie pressing a kiss to your forehead leaving you boneless and panting for air on the bed as he puts some boxers on. The elastic band low on his hips as he walks out of the room making his famous post sex snack. Which really is just quesadillas and some easy mac. He walks back into your bedroom with a plate in his hand jumping into bed, peppering your face and neck with kisses.
“I fucked you that good?” He grins as you groan, too tired to speak.
“Alright, alright” he chuckles, lying next to you as you tuck into his side. He places his plate on his stomach, occasionally feeding you while carding his fingers through his hair.
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allthingsjoeq · 3 months
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Knockin’ on Heavens Door
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Eddie Munson x Reader
Prompt: Eddie meets reader when he’s locked himself out of his place, only wearing a towel, and it’s freezing out…
This took me far too long to write but I’ve done it and literally only survived thanks to the help and (a lot of) inspiration from @somnambulic-thing and very very importantly @bettyfrommars who has put up with my neediness and motivated me without giving up on me even though I give her hell :)
Word count: 3.8k
Enjoy 🧖‍♀️🧡
You know you probably shouldn't be doing this – it's a bit intrusive, but there's something about it that you just can't resist. It's almost as if he intentionally leaves the blinds wide open, playfully showing off his lean torso. It's practically criminal the way he stretches.
Your eyes have been locked in for a solid minute, completely transfixed. Then, out of nowhere, a damp trickle makes its presence known, spreading down your thigh and catching you entirely off guard.
The dampness continues its journey, seeping into your snug jeans. It's only when you feel the warm splash against the linoleum flooring that your eyes finally snap out of their hypnotic trance. 
With the soapy water pooling at your feet, cursing under your breath, you hastily twisted the tap off, a sheepish grin playing on your face. But before you could wallow in self-loathing for too long, a symphony of clattering china stole your attention.
A precarious tower of plates teetered on the edge of disaster. Time seemed to slow down in your trailer, as the top plate threatened to take a nosedive into the soapy abyss below. With the grace of a ballet dancer plagued by a sudden case of clumsiness, you lunged to save it.
However, fate had other plans, and your socks, now co-conspirators in chaos, decided to engage in an impromptu water ballet. The kitchen floor became a slippery stage, your socks doing a merry jig with the water, leaving you no choice but to join the unintentional performance. As you contorted yourself in a desperate attempt to save the day, you found yourself executing a perfect slip-and-slide routine, courtesy of your soap soaked footwear.
In the grand finale of your spectacle, you let out a scream—because, let's face it, what else does one do when caught in the act of a kitchen acrobatics routine? The sudden noise echoed through your trailer, a bizarre symphony of curses, clattering plates, and your own ungraceful descent—
Tap Tap Tap. A hasty knock echoed through the room. 
You freeze. Still sat on the floor clutching the plate. 
The tapping morphs into more of a smack, a knock that kind of screams 'panic mode.' And then, a voice breaks in – 'It’s just me, Eddie from next door.'
You catch his huff on the other side.
 “I heard a scream, and I—I'm just wondering, are you alright? can you maybe open the door?” His voice is laced with concern, and then he goes quiet, almost whispering the next part.
“Or maybe you can't. Shit. Okay, if you don’t reply in the next minute, I'm just gonna come in, alright?”
You take a deep breath, debating whether to open the door or respond. Your hot neighbour is at your door. You are sitting on the floor in your own soapy mess. What are the positives here? The room feels tense, and Eddie's words hang in the air. After a moment, you decide to break the silence.
"Hey, Eddie," you call out, your voice a bit shaky. "Yeah, I'm here. Just had a little... moment. Give me a sec."
As you slowly stand up, you notice the plate you were clutching is now slightly cracked from your grip. You shuffle over to the door, tugging on your sweater before unlocking it and pulling it open. Eddie stands there, a mix of relief and concern on his face. Eddie more importantly is standing on your trailer step in a towel, curls damp, tattoos fully exposed and his chest heaving slightly as if he’s ran a marathon. 
"Everything okay?" he asks, peering past you into the room. Behaving like the towel attire isn’t present. 
You manage a half-smile, real casual.
 "Yeah, yeah, just a clumsy accident. Thanks for checking in, though. I appreciate it."
Eddie nods, still looking uneasy. You watch his wide, worried eye’s take in the wet patches dotted over your legs, the little bits of foam sticking to your clothing.
 "No problem. Let me know if you need anything, okay? Seriously." 
"Thanks, will do. Enjoy your shower," you say with a casual grin. You observe Eddie's confused face as he processes your words. Suddenly, his cheeks tint pink, and it dawns on him that he's standing at your door clad only in a towel.
After a tight-lipped smile, he chuckles, visibly embarrassed, and swiftly turns to leave, only managing a small “see ya!”.
 You stand there, watching his retreat, and as he struts away, you can't help but feel a mix of amusement and awkwardness. Closing the door behind you, the realisation hits, and the only logical response seems to be to smack your forehead against the white plastic in a silent scream. 
‘Knock, knock, knock.’
It had barely been a minute and you were still leaning against the door. Either you’re stuck in a time loop or Eddie has come back to laugh at you a bit more. 
You hear an awkward cough come from the other side of the door. Swinging it open you see Eddie standing back on the step, only this time his face has gone from tinted pink to ‘kill me now’ red. 
“Hey, again”,he manages to greet, paired with a tight lipped smile.
“You don’t happen to have one of my uncles spare keys?”
 Naturally you frown, trying to think if you did. Eddie hating the silence continues while crossing his arms over his chest.  
“I didn’t really think when I heard you screaming, and I just rushed out, forgetting the door is broken and the outside handle doesn’t work without a key and…”
“Shit, just come in”, you cut him off noticing his teeth starting to chatter in the Indiana frost, toes curling and you feel dreadful for just letting him stand outside to tell his story.
“I think I have a bowl of keys somewhere”, you mutter out loud, swiftly shutting the door after he scuttles in and cringing at the mess your trailer is in. 
Eddie hates silence. You can tell by the low whistle he’s performing.
“Feel free to take a seat and a blanket or um-yeah”, the teetering tension hangs, it suffocates and pricks at your skin. The very person you lay awake at night dreaming about is basically naked in your trailer. Just one problem with your fantasy - in your reality it's a mistake. 
“So”, you begin, trying to fill this silence while you dig around the random bowl of keys. 
“Any new years plans?” 
“Changing my name and moving state”, he replies, voice slightly muffled from him anxiously biting a hangnail. 
You laugh, but think the same. 
His whistling continues. 
“Feel free to use the phone to call someone”, you suggest, knowing that may give you a bit of space to calm down. 
“Sounds like I'm in jail”. But he takes the bone and follows your feeble mumble of “by my bedroom door”, but he now not only wears the towel, but also clutches onto the scratchy knitted throw around his shoulders, swamping him.
 You don’t have his key. Each one in the bowl had a little label attached and not one said anything remotely similar to ‘Munson”. Why would you? You avoid him and never see his uncle so why would you be trusted with such a thing. 
Your thoughts stop there as you hear Eddie’s whispered voice flutter through into your mini kitchen. The ultimate one sided phone call eavesdropping.
“Steve?”
“Yes, Hey, No, just shut up.” This poor Steve guy, he’s really getting it. 
“Can you bring me the spare key I gave you, it’s urgent”.
There’s a pause, long enough that you know Eddie’s being heavily questioned. 
“Yes, I locked myself out and I’ve taken shelter at my neighbours, but I'm just in my towel… I was about to shower…no that’s not…so you know if you could be quick i'd appreciate it.”
There’s a beat of quiet.
And then you hear it. Strained and broken up, but you definitely heard him clearly. 
“Yes THAT neighbour”.
“Yes and I’m only in a towel…No… just hurry the fuck up!”
It sounds as if this Steve has given up, the biggest hint is Eddies frustrated huffs that are filling your mini hallway and -
“Steve? Steve? Asshole”. 
The phone clicks back onto the wall and you quickly grab the key bowl again, purposely frowning in false concentration. 
“Any luck?”Eddie asks, entering the small space again, only his hair now looks a little frizzy, like he’s been tugging at it. 
Shifting your gaze from the bowl up towards him, your eyes soften as you hum a small no apologetically. “Do you want me to go and check next door or perhaps-”
“Honestly, I’m starting to think my Uncle doesn’t trust anyone.” He replies using a cheeky tone but the small sigh that follows hints to something hidden. 
Placing the bowl back down, you dare to take Eddie in, standing in your trailer in only a towel, realising that from an outsider perspective this scene would seem maybe normal. Domesticated and comfortable. However, inside these 4 walls it's anything but. The chill returns to Eddie’s body, a light splatter of goosebumps becomes clear and you’ll just pretend that you aren’t fully aware of his hardening nipples.
“Let me get you a sweater or maybe something to make you feel a bit less vulnerable?”
“It’s fine, Im sure my mate won’t be long”
“Yeah I’m sure calling him an asshole must have made him hurry”. 
“Shit, you heard that?”
 “Oh, um- only that bit”.
A smirk teases Eddie's lips, and his worry lines fade a tad. It's a refreshing change from awkward politeness, leaving you with a friendlier feeling blooming. 
Without asking again, you manage to shimmy around Eddie, heading to your room after stepping over the knitted throw that must have fallen from Eddie's shoulders during his heated phone call. Once you’ve slipped into the bedroom and caught sight of yourself in the mirror you indulge in a silent scream you’ve been holding in since he’s graced your presence semi naked. 
The room is a mess. A room where chaos and laundry has had a wild party, and now there are piles of clothes doing the conga, tapes attempting the tango, and random odd bits engaged in a lively game of hide-and-seek. It's a mess so legendary, even dust bunnies are wearing sunglasses to blend in.
There must be something for Eddie amongst this disaster that is the product of you picking up extra shifts and just never having time to tackle the spectacle. Once you dived into the full pile on your bed, all you could dig up was a silk robe that's seen better days, a mysterious swimsuit thing that might have teleported from the '60s, and a sweater with a front that's a questionable blend of mud and hopefully melted chocolate.
 Laundry day avoidance level: expert.
Leaving the room, you shuffle back into the little living area to find Eddie perched on the arm of the couch, seemingly having a conversation with himself. As you get close enough, the realisation hits that your little grey cat has escaped from your bed pit and scuttled to Eddie’s side, occupying his right hand while his other clutches his towel still.
“I see you’ve met Bertie”. You have a chance to break the silence as your four legged companion nuzzles into Eddie’s thigh so desperate for his attention. Relatable. 
“ um- I apologise in advance, I don’t seem to actually have much for your  modesty”,
Eddie snorts at that. Knowing that he’s way past being modest in front of you now, but you watch him eye the fabrics under your arm with humorous curiosity.  
“So here’s the options,” you announce, holding up the first item, “I’ve got this sweater.” You notice his eyes dart to the mysterious muck, but you press on, determined to sell it. “I-I swear, the brown mud on it totally matches your eyes.”
Without uttering a word, he screws up his face, lips creasing like sour lemons have tainted his tongue. The sweater is promptly discarded out of sight. Undeterred, you move on to the next option.
“Then there's this bathing suit type wetsuit thingy. It could be warm? I mean, it’s a bit out of fashion, but hey, beggars can't be choosers, right?”
With Bertie now curled up on the opposite end of the couch, Eddie's already slipped himself onto the cushions, arms crossed, and behaving like he's enjoying some awful magic act. There's no clear reaction to this item, prompting you to quickly untuck the last garment from your elbow.
“And, oh, this silk robe, super nice on the skin.” His eyebrows shoot up; you can hardly blame him—the robe is very…pink.
“Sorry, I was supposed to do laundry, like, two weeks ago... Oops!"
Eddie clears his throat, ready to reveal his grand choice. “Robe, please?” He sounds unsure, one second away from entering a laughing fit, his two front teeth seemingly biting hard on his bottom lip for support.
“Really?” you respond, unsure if it's a joke. But he sits up straighter, serious, and pops out his palm to swoop the material from your grasp.
“Anything that isn't wet... or muddy... or a bathing suit,” he wriggles into it, aware he looks ridiculous, “works for me.”
The way his hands thread the tie through the loops captivates your gaze. He cocoons himself inside the garish piece of fabric with satisfaction, pleased to have a little extra coverage even if he looks like a walking one night stand.
"Actually suits you quite well."
"Oh, really?"
"Absolutely. You're like Mrs. Fitz's attention-grabbing flower pots incarnate."
His eyes crinkle, radiating fondness and ease— a man at ease in a hot pink robe. Metal. 
"Oh, don't get me started. I need sunglasses just to pass her lawn."
An instant laugh escapes you, and there's a twinge of almost painful comfort settling in. It stings, though, because you're well aware he's not truly yours.
Before that idea gnaws at you, the mention of your shared neighbour reminds you of something useful. 
 “Actually, speaking of Mrs fitz, she gave me this god awful mystery boxed wine from her little sunday stash and I just couldn't say no to her and I guess conquering the fashion world really works up a thirst-”
“Go for it”, he intrudes with a gentle smile,  leaning away, distracted by the cat, who's lapping up his attention like it's nectar from the gods. Little shit.
You give a little curt nod deciding to stop babbling and just take the risk that the old bat from trailer 478 doesn't want to poison you. 
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Half the box has been drained, the pair of you sipping out of chipped mugs and entering a hazier territory filled with loose tongues and fingertips not far from reach. 
The sun has started to set and Eddie’s friend hasn't called or shown up, not that he’s mentioned it, he’s too busy telling a story about the last hideout disaster that went down last tuesday. 
“So there I am, I’ve only got one more riff to go and it’s like the floor began to hum. I don’t stop, just let my fingers meet the chords, but the hum turned into more of a rumble and then the stage had this unsteady rattle-”
He stopped talking suddenly, with a wide eyed look on his face. Leaning closer, his robe slid down a bit, and the drink inside the mug splashed around, showing how excited he was. "Okay, picture a huge wave like a tsunami."
That was not what you expected him to say. Giggling, you jokingly asked, "Why?" and joined in by leaning forward, creating a shared moment.
"Don't question, just do it!" he scolded, quickly licking his dry lips, eager for what comes next. Eddie didn't wait and closed his eyes tightly. You followed suit, too scared to be caught staring.
"Okay—where was I—right… The rattle."
You chance an eye open, taking a peak, but Eddie dramatically bursts out “shut!”, grinning.
“So the tsunami, it's a wave, a mighty one right? Now picture that suddenly emerging from the dingey rotten door of the guys bathroom, greyish in colour, all sorts mixed in the cocktail of pipe water and its at full force. The guys stopped playing but I just kept going, fingers racing against this septic fluid and I needed to ride the metal wave you know”-
The buzz from the wine helps you let out a raspberry splutter, a burst of laughter, yet you're still eating up each word.The courage to fully open your eyes sets in knowing Eddie must be rounding up, but no, he motioned with his palm for you to shut them again. A dramatic huff leaves your mouth but its teasing tone informs Eddie that you’re still on board. 
His pace intensifies, words tumbling from his mouth at high speed, “I can’t stop, only 3 bars left, the burst pipes drainage hurling towards me and then it happens…”
His mouth slams shut. The trailer that was once filled with his shrieked vocals has suddenly muted. You wait in the sudden silence,  it's tense and for some reason your body feels the need to lean a little forward, like it's expecting a whisper from Eddie’s lips. 
“Closer-”, and he did. He whispers, luring you even further forward. Then another silence. You are tilted on a weird angle, mug held loosely by your thumb and forefinger, the other hand inches away from Eddie's exposed knee. “It’s even closer”, He adds again, only even more hushed.
“And then…” Eddie, draws in a breath, making you hitch your own.
A wet sprinkle enters the conversation. A splash of wine turns the moment into a surprise party for your face and causes your eyes to flutter open in confusion. 
You gasp! “Did you just-“
Eddies now away from you, back pressing into the couch and his hand is wedged into the mug. The teasing grin on his face shows he’s not afraid to strike again. 
 You hurriedly dunk your fingertips into the little liquid you have left and with just as much childish thrill and flick the droplets right back at him.
He flinches, but manages to dodge.
“Hey!”
Laughter ripples through the air as Eddie retaliates with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He swiftly lifts the mug, twirling it like a water wizard conjuring a spell, and a cascade of liquid arcs towards you. With a nimble twist, you manage to avoid the wine.
In desperation you grab a nearby cushion, using it as a shield. Eddie, undeterred, counters with a strategic fling of his hair, like a true professional headbanger, sending droplets flying. You can't help but marvel at the absurdity of the situation, the once serene atmosphere now transformed into a battleground of playful chaos.
Giggles mix with the splattering sounds of liquid projectiles as you both engage in a dance of water warfare. A strategic retreat takes you behind the safety of the couch where the rest of the boxed beverage is hiding and you quickly refill the mug. 
Droplets cling to hair, clothes, and the very air seems charged with the energy of uncontained tipsy fun. The both of you are now standing, in a standoff, mugs full. Your unimpressed cat spies from the crack in the couch where he takes cover. 
“Hang on,” you breathlessly announce holding your hand up in surrender “Time out”.
The mischievous expression fades from Eddie's face, like a fear or insecurity has been planted in his mind and he takes your request extremely seriously. 
“You alright?”He relaxes his body, no longer in fight mode and patiently awaits for your answer. However you just nod, before bringing the mug to your lips and appearing to take a leisurely sip. A very long sip. 
Maintaining eye contact, you shuffle towards Eddie, closing the gap between you so you are less than a metre a part.
“We can stop”, Eddie tries again, confused by your silence. 
You bring the mug back up to your lips once more, blocking your face with the cup, obstructing Eddie's view. You tilt the mug down, hold direct eye contact with your hot neighbour and without any grace or elegance your cheeks swell.
And you do it. In one quick motion, like a free flowing fountain in the park. A burst of wine is sprayed towards Eddie’s direction. The liquid that was stewing in between your cheeks now drips from Eddie's nose, his eyes screwed shut on instinct. 
And then he’s charging, towel still tucked tight but the robe isn't as strong so it’s beginning to gape,the tie draping on the floor. You retreat with a manic laugh, uttering a “shit” at the fact you very much may become completely drowned by the awful sweet wine that is sloshing from Eddie’s mug.  
“You little shi-sugar!” It slips from his tongue with a bemused chuckle. This means war. 
Eddie is now fully chasing you with a wide smile, both caught up in a frenzy and equally feeling as fuzzy inside at this comfortability. And then it changes. Your foot collides with a chair leg. 
The sudden impact sends you tumbling down with an involuntary "aah," catching Eddie off guard. Despite his proximity, he can't halt his movements in time, and he ends up following your unanticipated descent. Bertie, the cat, startled by the commotion, leaps in anxious panic. In the midst of it all, he inadvertently hooks his claw onto a delicate silk string hanging in front of his face. Big mistake. Huge. 
The trailer door slams open. It’s a man, maybe the friend, Steve, but all you see from your horizontal angle is his jaw hanging wide open and eyebrows raised unnaturally high. You notice his eyes then scan Eddie. A very much naked Edward Munson.
Nobody moves. It’s as if a pause button has been inflicted inside your trailer.  
Steve’s the first to break. “I heard screaming so-I-um”. He then bites his tongue, shuts his eyes and swivels back out the door. A short second after, you hear Eddie’s friend snicker and then shout through the door, 
“Good for you, Munson!” 
You and Eddie are still very much sandwiched. But he doesn’t break.
“Fuck, I think we need to kill him now.”
You don’t move, just break the tension saying,
“I’ve got a shovel.”
It’s then you both realise that reaching for his fallen towel proves to be impossible, because Bertie is perched on top, purring. 
There’s not a lot to do other than chuckle. 
Eddie sighs, “and then shall we move states?”
“Absolutely.”
“Or is that too much for a first date?”
Eddie exhales, then carries on further, “been wanting to ask you that everyday since you moved in, but I’m a coward and Mrs Fitz’ wine seems to have helped, so I-I thought, hey, already got my dic-”
You don’t want him to ramble the rest. It’ll ruin the moment. So you strain your neck upwards and take the dive, pecking his dimple dented cheek.
“Yes.”
“To what?”
“Just, Yes.”
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strangerstilinski · 2 months
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listen, eddie munson is a certified nuisance boyfriend through and through
if you're cooking dinner? he's wrapping his arms around your waist and propping his chin on your shoulder and nuzzling into your neck while you shuffle a small step back from the stovetop before he can burn himself
you're trying to straighten a picture frame hanging high on the wall and instead of answering your question as to whether it needs to be nudged a bit higher on the left, he's busy watching the way that your thighs and calves flex as you push onto your toes and his eyes are resolutely glued to the curve of your ass which, obviously, is far too distracting for his ears to work properly
when you're sweetly washing his hair for him in the shower and trying valiantly not to let any suds drip into his eyes? his chin is tipped down towards his chest while he playfully fondles your chest beneath the spray. and when the soap inevitably does get in his eyes, he's oh-so dramatic about it and accusing you of trying to blind him despite the turn of events being entirely his fault
and when you're trying to watch a movie and he falls blissfully silent, his ongoing commentary trailing off in a way that you really should know by now is just a bit too good to be true. the reason for his lack of verbal distraction is revealed when his fingers begin toying with the ends of your hair, his attention having shifted to you, under the soft glow of the television, looking so pretty that he can't help but stare, uncaring whether he misses a few minutes of vital plot in the film because he knows you'll give only a small, fond sigh before curling into his chest and explaining it to him
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sanguineterrain · 1 year
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about a boy - e.m.
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Summary: You've never had a boy in your bed. You're not sure what you're meant to do with one.
Pairing: Eddie Munson x gn!reader
Word count: 1.3k
Warnings/tags: none i don't think? mainly fluff and an overthinking reader (they're so me)
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There's a boy in your bed.
"M&M?"
You turn your head. Eddie holds the bag of candies to you.
"Okay," you say, and take a blue M&M.
Eddie smiles, about fifteen M&Ms in his own mouth. His attention returns to the screen. You have no idea what's playing.
A boy is in your bed, and he's put a movie on, and now his thigh is pressed against yours, lean and warm.
Eddie's socks are green and have tiny yellow stars on them. He's pulled them over his jean cuffs to keep the cold away. Not that it matters when he has a sleeveless Metallica shirt on.
But Eddie doesn't seem to get cold, anyway. You went for ice cream last week even though it had snowed the night before.
Eddie had paid for your ice cream, which isn't something to look too into. Steve's paid for your ice cream before, because Steve's a nice guy. And Eddie's a nice guy too. So maybe nice people pay for ice cream. And that's all.
Your eyes trace the dip of Eddie's belly, the slice of skin that peeks out between his waistband and shirt hem. His exposed arm and neck is sprinkled with freckles and you can see the edge of the demon tattoo on his breastbone.
Your heart races. That's wrong, isn't it? Looking at Eddie like that? Hoping he'll give you more?
You don't know. You've never had a boy in your bed. There's no guidebook.
Eddie laughs at the screen. You relish in his swelled cheeks and glimpse of fanged canines. You love Eddie's smile; bright and all-encompassing. You can't help but be pulled into his orbit every time you're around him.
You ought to give Robin something for introducing the two of you. A fruit basket, or maybe Vickie Summers in a gift box.
Need curls deep in your chest as you watch Eddie sink further into your pillows. You wonder if he can feel your eyes on him. That would be embarrassing. But maybe he'd be flattered that you're looking at him; that you can't help but.
He's touchy. Affectionate. You're really not, but Eddie takes it in stride. He gives you little half-hugs instead of his usual squeeze-the-soul-out-of-you ones. He bumps your shoulder or simply walks beside you, respecting your space.
And funnily enough, through all that, you've begun to wish Eddie would touch you more.
"'M gonna get more popcorn," he says. "Y'want something else?"
You turn your head in a vain attempt to make it seem like you haven't been mooning over him like a lovesick calf.
"No, no, um, thanks. Thanks."
You cringe at your clumsy mouth. Eddie's oblivious, hopping off the bed and disappearing into the hall.
Are you even allowed to want more? You and Eddie are friends. Maybe even Good Friends, especially after the 'murderous monster tries to swallow Hawkins' crisis died down.
But you don't hang out like this. Where Eddie can see all the Polaroid pictures of trees you thought were good reasons to love the earth and of your mom and of the deer you saw once, and your sky blue wallpaper with clouds painted on it. You wonder if he thinks you're childish or silly.
Why does he even spend time with you? Are you the only one free? Was today a non-Hellfire day and that's why Eddie had agreed to come over? Nothing better to do?
You haven't the slightest idea what's happening in the movie. You should pay attention because Eddie might want to talk about it afterwards, and he'll be cross if you don't know what he's talking about.
Except, that doesn't really seem like Eddie. Still. You've never had a boy in your bed. You don't know if they expect you to pay attention to the movies they play.
You chew on a cuticle. Eddie returns in a couple minutes, climbing onto the bed with his knees. He offers you the bowl of popcorn. You shake your head.
"Everything okay, sweet thing?" he asks.
Oh, don't you just melt over that. You feel like the yellow M&M between Eddie's fingers.
"Yeah, f-fine."
You stare at the foot of space between you. Once, you'd dared to lean on the shoulder of a boy you didn't like that much. Your head hadn't stayed long on his shoulder, and afterwards, you wished you'd been struck by lightning.
What if this is like that? What if Eddie sneers at you and shuffles away. God, you can't handle that. You like this boy in your bed so much, it frightens you.
"This guy, the one in the raincoat." Eddie points. "He's one of my favorite actors. I like the way he talks. You ever get that? Liking the way someone talks?"
You look at him. Eddie looks at you. He's trying to pull you out of your head. He thinks something's worrying you. You're so anxious all the time. And Eddie knows that, so he tries to ground you. You withdraw and Eddie will call out to you and ask you questions. He always sounds lovely. Sometimes, you try to gather the courage to ask him something back. But the words remain lodged in your throat.
"Yeah, I get that." Be brave, be brave. "I like the way you talk."
You wait for lightning to strike.
"Really?" Eddie asks, sounding genuinely curious.
"Uh-huh. You have a nice voice."
Nothing. Not even a rumble of thunder.
"Sweet thing, you're gonna give me a big head," Eddie says with a grin.
He's not teasing you. Once upon a time, you might've thought he was, because it seemed like that's all people were capable of. But Eddie's not. He thinks they're nice, the words you say. You want to say more nice words. You want to keep this boy in your bed.
You also want to close this distance. Be a permanent planet in Eddie's orbit. Be brave.
You stare at that tiny foot of space between you again. You're probably being too quiet and still, and Eddie's probably worried you're stuck in your head again.
So before he can coax you out again, (because he cares about you. He cares about you, and you're just going to have to get used to that, alright?) you scoot an inch.
And another inch. And another.
You move at a glacial pace. You don't think Eddie's picked up on your little scheme. How fiendish you are, attempting to cuddle with the boy in your bed. Wicked!
Now, you're so close you can feel Eddie's body heat. His shirt looks soft and worn. You wonder what he smells like.
You move closer. Now, your chest is touching Eddie's side. He looks at you.
His eyes are dark like the blackest parts of space. If you do this and fail, those eyes might just swallow you up.
You listen for thunder, but the skies are clear.
"What's goin' on, pretty?" he murmurs.
"Do you like me?" you blurt, helpless in his pull.
Eddie's brows lift. He blinks, cocks his head.
"'Course I do, sweet thing."
"No, like." You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment, then open them. "You like me enough for a movie, but do you like me enough to let me put my head on your shoulder?"
"Is that all?" he asks, eyes dancing. There's stars in them. "I like you so much, I want your head on my shoulder forever."
Cinnamon. Eddie smells like cinnamon.
You no longer wish to be struck by lightning.
"Oh," you breathe.
Eddie hums and gently taps your head with one finger.
"That what you've been thinking so hard about?" he asks.
"I've never had a boy in my bed," you say.
"'M honored to be the first."
You nod, jittery with hope. "I'm glad it's you."
And then Eddie eases you into his side. It's perfect. It feels like you're young and don't know any better. It feels like you'll never find anything else like it.
Eddie bows his head. His curls tickle your cheeks and shroud you from the rest of the world.
"And will you kiss me too?" you ask.
"As much as you want, pretty."
You think you can get used to having a boy in your bed.
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unsolved-duvall · 10 months
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one thing you learn about eddie very early on in your relationship, is that he talks a lot. so much so, that sometimes you truly worry when he hasn’t stopped talking for a while— he hasn’t even stopped to take a breath. he’s all wide eyed, and dramatic hands when he’s telling you a story. and you adore him, you adore the way he animates himself. but the boy needs to breathe. so, sometimes, you have to gently grab him by the jaw and pull his mouth against yours, kissing him so softly that it’s barely even a kiss. you aren’t kissing him to shut him up. no, absolutely not. you would never do that. you simply need him to breathe. so that’s what you tell him when you slowly pull away from the kiss— “eddie, baby? take a breath, yeah?”. but what you don’t realise is that you’re actions, mixed with your soft words, have the opposite affect on him. your lips against his were already enough to steal any remaining air from his lungs, but now? now you’re calling him baby and speaking to him like he’s the only person in the world. and eddie’s fighting for any drop of air he can find. he’s all rosy cheeks and kiss-bitten lips that are parted slightly as he stares at you. you call his name again, not even sure he’s still with you. and that’s when a smile covers his face and his lightly freckled nose scrunches up, and he’s leaning back in to kiss you like it’s his lifeline.
eddie munson talks a lot. but you wouldn’t want him any other way.
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lunarzstarz · 1 year
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REQUEST:
Modern eddie munson addicted to video games.
He’s online with friends all the time and paying no attention to you. You’re getting tired of it so you stale action by riding him in his gamer chair still making him play the game and keep himself unmuted. After a lil he can’t take it anymore and powers down the game abruptly, carriying you over to the bed and fucking you until you can’t walk….🤭
loved this idea so much, sorry it took so long for me to finish had writers block, but I hope you like it! thanks for the request anon <3
Pairing: Modern!Eddie Munson x AFAB!Reader
Content Warning: NSFW 18+ minors dni, handjobs, unprotected sex, PinV sex, slight dacryphilia kink? slightly proofread.
A/N: Sorry I've been gone for a little while, but I'm back and I'm working my way through requests, so feel free to ask for one. I'm also officially working on part 2 of "The No List" I don't know when it will be out though so if you want to be added to a tag list just let me know :)
Word Count: 2.4K
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You stood at his door for ten minutes, if you knocked any harder it would probably fall down. You knew Eddie was home, he’d just called you thirty minutes ago, asking you to come over, you just didn’t know why he wasn’t answering the door. Before you think about knocking again, you check under the doormat and of course there was the spare key.
Unlocking it and stepping inside you can already hear Eddie shouting at someone and that already tells you everything. You roll your eyes and shut the door behind you “Eds!” you call trying to announce your arrival, but nothing. Heading to the bedroom, there he was sitting at the desk, back to you. 
He had his headset on, eyes focused on his screen, still unaware of your presence. “Eddie!” you try again stepping closer a hand reaching out to tap his shoulder, he flinches. 
His gaze tears away for a split second to see who it was “Shit, you scared me” he gives you a smile. 
“Hello to you too” you return the smile and lean down to kiss him, but you’re met with his cheekbone when his head snaps back to the screen. 
“Shit!” he shouts, killing yet another creature in one of his stupid video games, one you had got him and immediately regret buying. 
“Hey, when are you gonna get off?” you ask, but your voice falls on deaf ears as he continues to pay attention to whoever is on the other side of the mic. “Eddie!” you give him a shove and his head snaps back to you. 
“Yeah, yeah sorry I’ll be off as soon as I finish this round, I promise” he rushed, immediately going back to the game without giving you a chance to protest. 
So you give in and lay on the bed, opting to mindlessly scroll through your phone as you started your long wait. It didn’t take long for you to get restless and tired of listening to him shout at the screen. You and Eddie had been seeing each other less and less lately with it being the busiest time of the year for you both, you thought finally after days of not seeing each other he’d jump at the chance to be with you, but it was clear that he had other things on his mind. 
Around the twenty minute mark he cheered, winning yet another game, you listened in on his conversation “Good game…oh I don’t know my-” he turned slightly to look over at you seeing that you were still looking at your phone “Okay…one more but after that I-.”
You reached for one of his pillows and threw it at the back of his head “Eddie!” he turned, looking apologetic “You know just because you’re ignoring me, doesn’t mean I can’t hear you right?” you glare at him.
“I know, I’m sorry, look just one more game and I swear I’m all yours” he sees your unamused impression, knowing he should have just got off when you got here, he was the one to call you over after all. 
“Fine, do whatever” you huff flipping over to your stomach so you didn’t have to look at him. He knew it was the wrong choice, but his friends were all calling for him down the mic, so he went back to playing. 
You had two options, leave and not speak to him for the rest of the day or give him a reason to get off the game. You weren’t about to leave, not when you had waited all week to see him and spent extra time that morning getting ready just for him, so you’d just have to take matters into your own hands. 
You got up and started to undress yourself, stripping down to your underwear, a set you had picked out just for Eddie, you weren’t about to let it go to waste. You crept up behind him, leaning down to place soft kisses to the side of his neck. He let out a small gasp, surprised at the feeling of your lips ghosting over his skin, but let you continue. 
You stalked around him so that you were in his peripheral, he took a quick glance, then went back to the game before doing a double take. His eyes scanned your entire body, taking in the time to memorize all your soft curves, lips parted as he practically drooled over you. 
He quickly muted himself “Give me two seconds, just to let them know I have to go” he rushes, but you stop him. 
“No, it’s okay, keep playing, like you said you can’t just leave your team in the middle of a game, right?” you say, repeating the excuse he had used on you many times. 
“But you- your- shit sweetheart you’re killing me” he reaches a hand out to run his fingers over the waistband of the lace underwear. 
“Poor you” you tut, no feeling behind it, he had you waiting what felt like hours for him and now he wants to get off “I think you can wait a few minutes and finish your game, go on.” 
You encourage him, he’s torn but his team is calling him, wondering why he wasn’t responding. He finally unmutes himself “Yeah, I’m here sorry” and with that he goes back to playing, this time a lot more distracted, stealing quick glances at you. 
You however weren’t gonna let him get off that easy. You reach down, toying with the waistband of his sweatpants, he sends you a warning glare, but does nothing to stop you as you dip your hand into his pants. “Shit…” he gasps when you wrap your hand around his base, he was already half hard. 
“You gotta be quiet, don’t want anyone hearing you now do we?” you say, smiling down at him. He shook his head and tugged his bottom lip between his teeth to help keep himself quiet, trying to focus on the game and not the feeling of you stroking his cock. 
Once you were satisfied with how hard he was, you tugged on his sweatpants, signaling for him to lift his hips which he hesitantly complies to. You climb onto his lap, straddling his hips, his cock only centimeters away from your clothed cunt. 
He quickly mutes himself again “What are you doing?” he asks through gritted teeth as you grind down against him. 
“What? I’m not doing anything” you say, trying to act dumb as you rock your hips again. Before he can respond he can hear his friends saying they need his help “Go on.” 
“You are, you’re trying to kill me” He sighs, unmuting himself again “Where are you?” he goes back to helping his teammates and you go back to grinding against him. He fights to keep his eyes from closing as you line him up with your entrance, his tip catching on it. You brace yourself, trying your best to stay quiet as you sink down on him, a small whimper passing your lips at the stretch as you seat yourself on him. 
His head is thrown back as your warm walls wrap around him, squeezing him tight. You start the slow rock of your hips, it was gonna be a lot harder to not make a sound than you thought, the feeling of him pressed against that sweet spot deep inside. Eddie ground his hips up to meet yours making you double over, head resting in the crook of his neck, you covered your mouth with your hand as a quiet moan escaped. 
Eddie was wearing a smug grin, your own plan had backfired, he knew you wouldn’t be able to stay composed, not while he was buried to the hilt in your cunt. One of his hands trailed down the plane of your back, coming down to cup the flesh of your ass and thighs, grabbing at anything he could get. You raised your hips and sunk back down meeting his thrusts, you bit down on his shoulder to try and suppress any sounds that threatened to escape. 
Eddie was losing it, his teammate’s calls for help long forgotten, his focus now fully on you. The quiet sounds that only he could hear coming from you left him wanting to fuck you senseless. “Eddie, please…” you whined and that was it for him. He removed his headset and shut off the monitor without any explanation to his friends who were left wondering what had happened. 
Both of his hands hooking under the backs of your knees “Hold on” being the only warning he gave you before he picked you up. You wrapped your arms around him, both of you still connected as he carried you over to the bed. He threw you down to start stripping himself from all his clothes. 
You watched impatiently, thighs rubbing together trying to create some friction to ease the loss of his cock, but it wasn’t long until he was on you again. “You really are insatiable, you know that?” he grins down at you, grabbing himself by the base so he could slide his tip through your folds. 
“Please..” you moan weakly as he taps it against your clit. 
“Please what?” he knew what you wanted, he just wanted to hear you beg for it. He caught his tip on your entrance, barely pushing into you, then pulling out again. “Come on, weren’t so shy when you were riding me, bet you wanted them to hear you huh? You wanted them to hear how good my cock makes you feel?”
He slid his hands up your body, freeing you from your bra and leaning down to place open mouth kisses on your breasts. He looked up at you as he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, that had you mewling into his touch “Come on baby, tell me what you want.”
“Want you to fuck me, please” you wrapped your legs around his waist, hands in his hair to tug him closer to you. 
“Always so sweet for me” he leaned into you, your lips meeting as he guided himself into you. You whined against his lips at the contact, he didn’t waste time before thrusting into you at a fast pace, sliding over that spot only he could hit. 
It didn’t take long for you to become a moaning mess. Eddie was the one to break the kiss, sucking and biting at the side of your neck instead so he could listen to all the blissed out sounds you were making. He could tell you needed more though and he would always give you what you needed. 
He sat back, grabbing the backs of your legs and pressing your thighs to your stomach. You practically screamed as he started hitting you at a new angle, his pace picking up as he pounded into you. 
“Fuck! Please Eddie, f-feels so good” you babbled beneath him, it only made him go faster. Deep groans escaped him, his grip becoming almost painfully tight on the back of your thighs, rings leaving imprints on your doughy flesh. 
Eddie was trying not to bust his load just looking at you, the way your jaw was slack letting out the sweetest sounds every time his cock abused your g spot, the way your eyes were struggling to stay open because you wanted to watch him fuck into you. “Holy shit- so fucking wet for me sweetheart, pussy practically crying for me, just needed me to fuck you on my cock didn’t you?” he coos, now buried impossible deep in you, tip kissing your cervix. 
You couldn’t even form words to respond, you nod weakly as tears began to form from the amount of pleasure he was giving you. “So fucking pretty when you cry for me, making you feel that good?” he pants, thrusts faltering slightly as he could feel his own release approaching. “Shit, squeezing me so good baby, you close?” he asks, though he could tell you were holding off for him.
It had seemed like forever since you’d last been with Eddie, you didn’t want it to be over so quickly so you’d been holding off as long as you could, but it was becoming impossible, especially when you feel his fingertips over your clit. You jolt at the sudden extra shock of pleasure “Fuck! Y-yes m’close” you reached for something to hold onto, grabbing onto his shoulders. 
He used whatever energy he had to keep up his animalistic pace as he fucked you into the mattress, bringing you to the edge. “Come on baby, cum all over my cock” his words only encourage you further as you feel that coil snap and your orgasm wash over you, feeling more like it was crashing down in huge waves of pleasure. 
Eddies fingers were fast on your clit as he fucked you through it, feeling you grip down on him so hard, nails scratching his flushed skin, it had him spilling inside you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” he moaned, each word punctuated with the slam of his hips. 
The room filled with nothing but your cries, his desperate moans and the lewd wet sounds of sex as you both rid out your highs. You were so fucked out you were seeing stars, your hearing going fuzzy. You feel Eddie collapse on top of you, finally letting go of your aching thighs. His chest heaving, bangs stuck to his forehead, the two of you covered in a sheet of sweat, but you were too far gone to care. 
He eased out of you, peppering kisses to your chest, neck and face to bring you around again. “Still with me?” he asks, you could only hum a response back and he smile. He sits up and disappears for a moment, you wait until you feel the bed sink next to you again before finally opening your eyes to look at him. 
He was staring down at you, eyes so full of admiration and love. “Here” he hands you a water, you sit against the headboard to take a few sips as he brushes the hair from your face. “Good?” he asks, hand coming down to soothe over your thighs, still trembling with the aftershocks. 
“More than good” you smile up at him “Should fuck you in your game chair more often.” 
He laughs, “Yeah, you should.”
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angelrollseyes · 2 years
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Eddie: *is carrying all the groceries*
Y/N: *holds out hand to help*
Eddie: *aggressively moves all the groceries to one hand to hold Y/N's hand*
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luveline · 2 years
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needy reader with eddie when he’s been gone all day with a club meeting! pls it’s been on my mind :3
eddie is secretly just as clingy ♡ gn!reader / shy!reader | 1k words
You're lying in Eddie's bed, restless. Sick of staring at his things but too shy to snoop properly for something interesting to do, you wait for him to get back from his club impatiently. You wiggle your toes in your socks and dig them under the bedsheets, curling up in the centre of his bed with a morose pout. You bury your face in his pillows and breathe in the smell of his shampoo, his cologne. 
You forget what you're waiting for and end up dozing off, hands wrapped around one of his pillows, the sheets tangled between your legs. 
A warm hand clasps your shoulder, massaging gently downwards until he's found your hand. Eddie slides his fingers through yours, the warm bulk of his rings pressing into your skin. 
"Hey, sweetheart," he says. 
You blink at him through tired eyes and grin when you realise he's home. "You're back," you murmur, rubbing your face into his pillow. 
He brings his free hand to your forehead. 
"Sorry. Meeting ran over. Bored without me?" he asks knowingly. 
You wrinkle your nose at him and sit up. He's quick to help you, a lean arm wrapped behind your shoulders, his hand slowly drifting to the small of your back. You drop your head against his shoulder. 
"You want a hug?" he asks. 
You nod hurriedly, not wanting to sound clingy but absolutely being it. He makes a pitying sound that's actually quite nice and wraps you up confidently, his hand rubbing down the lengths of your arms, his cheek pressed to your temple. 
"I missed you," you croak. 
"I missed you," he says fondly. "You want water?" 
"No," you lie. 
What you want is for him to keep hugging you close like this, the warmth of his body sinking into yours, his thigh crushing your leg. You feel very safe. 
"You were gone all day," you say quietly. 
It's dark out. The only light in Eddie's room is the weak lamp on the bedside table. It casts his shadow across the rumpled sheets and gives his pale face an orange glow. 
You feel bad for being so needy suddenly and go to pull away. He gives you a great last squeeze and let's you go, though he takes one of your hands into both of his and works your fingers with his thumbs. 
"You can have me all day tomorrow. Swears," he says. He's giving you a look you don't understand,  maybe a hint of longing, a dash of apology. Whatever it is, he's too cool for it, and he clears his throat and nudges your legs with his knee. 
"Move over." 
"Get changed first," you say. 
"Not like it's my bed, or anything," he mutters, though he does as you demand and drops your hand.
You watch him change out of his club shirt and his Levi's. Usually you wouldn't but you've missed him and you want to make him laugh, so when he stands in his boxers and stretches whilst looking for something clean to sleep in, you wolf whistle. 
You're not very good. You wipe your spit wet hands against your chest and grin as he turns on his heel, eyebrows raised. 
"That wasn't me," you say. 
"No?" he asks. 
You both laugh and as soon as he's pulled a pair of plaid bottoms on he's crawling up the bed towards you on knees, pausing before your lap. He kneels. Shirtless. 
You raise your hand to the tattoo on his chest and draw a circle around it, following lines of dark ink diligently. 
"I love your tattoos," you say. 
He already knows but he smiles wolfishly and presses his hand overtop yours, two palms over his heart. 
"Thanks." 
"I'm serious. They're nice. They look good on you." 
"I didn't think you weren't. I can tell what mood you're in," he says, first kindly and then with a charged smugness. 
"What mood am I in?" you ask, trying not to show the effect he has on you.
"What mood?" he repeats dryly. 
His smirk is troublesome but extremely endearing. 
He guides the hand he holds to his chest over the curve of his shoulder. You follow suit and put your other shoulder behind his back, unsurprised when he takes your waist into his hand and drags you towards him. You climb onto his lap, thighs spread, hands closing around his neck. 
He strokes your back. His hand moves up and down, your shirt moves with it, and he takes it as an opportunity to slide his hand beneath the soft fabric and spread his fingers across your skin. 
"What mood?" he asks again, voice low and smooth. 
You hide your face in the juncture of his neck, forearms braces at his nape. "Stop, Eddie." 
"Stop what?" he asks. 
You slide up his lap. "You know what." 
"Don't act like this isn't exactly what you wanted," he says, though he says it with less heat than he'd spoken with before. "I'm just messing with you, sweet thing." 
The pet name makes you smile. He must feel it on his skin. "Better now?" 
You nod into his neck. "I miss you when you're gone all day." 
There's a small gap where the only sound is his hand rubbing your back. He digs his fingers into the dip of your spine and rubs soothing little circles there that have you sighing out. 
"I miss you too. Already told you that. You should come with me next time." 
"I will," you say, though you probably won't. 
He noses at your head until you drop your cheek to his shoulder and plants a smattering of tiny kisses on and behind your ear. "Don't believe you," he whispers.
He really shouldn't. You hug him closer and revel in his small affections, content to sit in his lap all night. Knowing Eddie, he might let you. 
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strangersmunsons · 2 months
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Eddie, My Love! eddie munson x reader // valentine's day special series Day 1 Prompt: Flowers 💐 ~ 1,000 words Eddie surprises you with a bouquet of flowers.
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You sigh as you trudge to the front door, stomping the excess snow off of your boots before entering the house. After a long, cold day, all you really want is to curl up on the couch with a cup of hot tea. 
All your outerwear is stripped off and hung, melted snow dripping little puddles on the hardwood floor. You quickly change into a pair of comfier clothes, seat yourself in the living room, and flick the TV on.
You’ve made it halfway through one episode of mind-numbing television when the front door pushes open again.
Eddie’s here.
You’re still getting used to that. There used to be someone, then for a long time there wasn’t anyone, and then Eddie came into your life, which meant that someone was…here, again.
He looks handsome, as he always does, when he comes in and finds you. He’s all warm, dimpled smile and puppy eyes, and the bit of scruff he neglected to shave off gives you a delightful scratch when he leans down and kisses you hello.
One hand is carrying a crinkly plastic bag, which he holds firmly behind his back, while the other hand softly cups your cheek. 
“Hey,” he says quietly, rubbing his nose lightly against yours.  
“Hi,” you whisper back, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Did you stay warm today?”
“I did. Had my hand warmers and everything,” he reassures you. 
You give him a little squeeze. “Good.”
He kisses your cheek. “By the way, I have something for you,” he says slyly, straightening back up. 
You blink, confused. “Oh?”
He pulls the bag out from behind his back, holding whatever the object is from its bottom. Then he bunches the plastic down around his fist, so you can get a clear look at what’s inside.
Eddie is holding a bouquet of flowers. 
It’s a mix of large and small blooms, ranging in color from white to pale pink to deep maroon. Some are roses, and you guess at the others. You think the small ones might be baby's breath, and the larger ones, dahlias, perhaps? You’re not sure. Whatever they are, they’re beautiful.
You simply stare at the fragrant blossoms, lips slightly parted.
“Sweetheart?” Eddie asks gently. “You good?”
“Yes,” you manage, an awestruck smile slowly unfurling across your face. “Those are for me?”
Eddie laughs kindly. “Of course they are,” he teases. “You see anyone else in here?”
A wave of unexpected emotion washes over you, and a lump rises in your throat. You rub at your temple with a shaky hand, embarrassed by your own intense reaction.
“No one I’ve been with has ever gotten me flowers before,” you admit.
Eddie visibly softens. “Well, I don’t know how that could be, but I’m honored to be the first.” He removes the grocery bag entirely and lets it drift to the floor, handing you the bouquet. “Thought it’d be appropriate for today.”
“Appropriate,” you murmur, sniffing delicately at a silky rose, eyes shining with happiness. “What do you mean?”
“Uhh…have you looked at the calendar today?”
Something in his voice snaps you out of your reverie, and you drag your gaze away from your pretty flowers to his amused expression. 
He cocks his head to the side. “It’s the 14th, baby.”
It takes a second, but it finally dawns on you. Your heart lurches.
“Oh my God,” you mumble. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t even realize —”
Eddie cuts you off with a wave of his hand. “That’s okay. We don’t have to make a big deal out of it. I’ve been meanin’ to get you flowers at some point, anyway.”
His smile tells you that everything is okay. You decide to believe it.
You hold the bouquet delicately, handling it as though it were priceless. Eddie follows you into the kitchen, where you pull your only vase out from its place beneath the sink. You blow a speck of dust off the glass rim, and fill it with water.
Then, after carefully peeling the cellophane away from the bundle, you lay the flowers aside on the counter. 
“You have to cut the stems at an angle, so they absorb the water better,” you explain to Eddie as you rifle around the junk drawer for your kitchen shears.
Eddie watches your ministrations with tender affection. “Oh, yeah? How does that work?”
You pause your movements. “I don’t know, actually,” you confess. “That’s just what my mom taught me.”
You proceed with cutting away the excess stems, and move the flowers into the vase, trying to arrange them exactly as they were when Eddie presented them to you. When they look right, you place them in the center of your kitchen table.
“There.”
Eddie stands back and admires your handiwork. You step in front of him and move in close, so that your middles are nearly touching.
“Thank you, Eddie. They’re really beautiful.”
Your eyes are wide, desperate for him to understand the gravity of the gesture, and how very much it means to you. 
But he knows. He always knows.
He closes the space and pulls you in tight, wrapping his arms around you, so that his hands settle at the small of your back, fingers laced together so as to keep you there forever.
“Do you really like them? ‘Cause when I was at the store, I had a way bigger one at first. It was all huge red and pink flowers. And then a lady in the checkout line told me I should pick a different one, since carnations are apparently tacky.”
You press your face against his chest. “That’s silly. I’d like your carnations too, Eddie.”
“‘They’re filler flowers,’ is what she said.”
You chuckle at his disgruntled tone, and the sound muffled is against his t-shirt. “Nevermind her. And to answer your question, yes, I really like them. I love them.”
Eddie notches a finger under your chin and tilts your head upwards. “I love you,” he tells you for the first time, and presses a sweet kiss to your lips.
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munsonify · 5 months
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eddie is not shy of eye contact. he has no problem locking eyes with people during conversations, staring down into them. even during arguments, he’s manages to keep eye contact.
that was until he found himself underneath of you, your plush thighs on either side of his hips, and your warm hands on his chest. suddenly, he couldn’t even breath properly, let alone look you in the eyes.
“c’mon, eds,” you’d whisper in a sultry tone. “where’d those pretty eyes go?”
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You never noticed it this first time you were kissing on Eddie’s neck, he managed to hide it well in the beginning. He didn’t wanna ruin what you had going on and you eventually moved your mouth lower and he could finally breath again.
But the more you got into your relationship you started noticing how he would thrust into your faster as soon as your lips were attached to his neck. It was like an on and off switch. Instantly he would go harder. The longer your mouth stayed on his neck the quicker he would become undone.
Then you found the spot. It was just below his left ear. You weren’t even that far into fucking maybe about 5 minutes, but your tongue flicked that spot and Eddie couldn’t hold back, it was involuntary, his body betraying him.
He was so embarrassed, bc how could he have came so soon? He told you it was a one off, he would make it up to you with his mouth. And oh boy he did.
But you wanted to test it out again. And sure enough, the next time you had sex you found his spot and he was cumming in you instantaneously. Eddie wanted to be mad at you, but it felt so fucking good… so he made a deal with you. You weren’t allowed to kiss him there until he had you cuming first. He couldn’t keep you high and dry. So you argeed, you would only kiss on him in that spot after you had come. But sometimes if you were feeling naughty you would suck a fat hickey there and he would cream his pants 😌😌😌
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msgexymunson · 6 months
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The Food Of Love
Description: Eddie and his love for food (and you) 
A/N: just a sweet little piece to sate you before some other chunky fics are posted! Plus, I know the way to a man's heart is through their stomach, and I want to feed this boy. 
Warnings: language, just fluff really, allusions to smut, established relationship. Gender neutral reader. (Any issues please let me know!)
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The first time Eddie says he loves you, it's with a mouthful of the food you made him.
"Sweetheart, what you doing?" 
Strong arms snake around your waist as you face the kitchen counter, mixing ingredients in a bowl with a scavenged spatula. The kitchen in the trailer is rough and ready, but you bought the ingredients and goddamn, you just need to feed this boy. If only to thank him for the countless orgasms he's given you. 
"I'm making pancakes." 
You smile, his hands wandering over your waist and hips as he crowds your back. God he smells good; bodywash, and skin, and weed, and Eddie.
"Really? I don't see pancake mix." 
Laughing, you turn to face him. 
"It's called cooking babe. I'm making them from scratch. Just sit down and let me feed you." 
With a smirk and a peck to your lips he perches on the tiny table top, long legs swinging like a child. 
You turn to finish mixing, and put the gas on, heating up a frying pan lined with oil and butter.
One, two, three pancakes finished; flipped and stacked onto a plate. Adding some maple syrup and chopped strawberries, you hand him the plate and a fork. 
Turning to start your own pancakes on the heat, you hear Eddie literally moaning behind you. 
"That good babes?" 
"Umph." 
Laughing, you turn to face your boyfriend. His cheeks are stuffed full of pancakes like a gerbil, and he's staring at you with wide wet eyes. His words are muffled with food, but unmistakable.
"I fuckin' love you sweetheart." 
Goggling at him with your mouth slightly parted, you can't help but say, "I think you just love the food." 
He swallows the enormous mouthful and smacks his lips. 
"Nope, that just… pushed me over the edge, I guess. I love you." 
Throwing your arms around him, you envelop his maple smeared lips in a sweet kiss. 
"I love you too Eddie." 
He grins, and your eyes begin to grow wet, so you turn away to flip your pancakes, and to wipe away the clandestine tears. 
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The first time Eddie says he wants to marry you, he's shovelling your food into his mouth. Again. 
You place the plate down in front of him, and watch his little nose wrinkle. 
"What… is that?" He says disgusted, pointing to a green bit sticking out of the spaghetti and meatballs you made him for dinner. 
"It's spinach babe, it's good for you." 
He pokes it as if it's about to jump and attack, and looks back at you, gazing with a defeated expression.
"Do I have-" 
"Eddie, I made this just for you. So, if you don't eat it, I'll be upset. OK?" 
You knew that would work. He twirls a meatball in his fork, gathering some pasta, and even makes sure to add the offending spinach leaf. 
When it reaches his mouth, the noise he makes is reminiscent of his orgasm sounds, just slightly muffled. A large hand encapsulates yours, gripping firmly as if you'll float away if he doesn't. 
"I'm gonna marry you sweetheart." 
It's cloaked in food, but you hear it. How couldn't you?
"Eddie-" 
Swallowing, he grasps you with his other hand, forcing you to meet his gaze. 
"I'm serious, I'm gonna marry you, and have kids, and they are gonna love these meatballs. Spinach and all." 
Laughing, you pull your hand away, and start to eat your own food, warmth in your tummy expanding and enveloping you at his words. 
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The first time you tell Eddie he'll be a great husband, it's with a mouthful of food. 
Coming home from a hard day at work, you kick your shoes off and rub your aching feet for a moment.
"Eddie, baby I'm home!" 
"I'm in the kitchen sweets!" 
You follow his voice, through the tiny hallway of your shared apartment and into the living space. The entire kitchen is in disarray. Pots and pans are laying around with remnants of meals inside, used and forgotten. Grody cooking utensils have been deposited on any available side. Somethings dusting the floor; maybe flour? 
You approach the love of your life, taking in his unexpected outfit. His usually unruly hair is swept back into a low bun, and he's tied one of your stripy cooking aprons around his waist. It should look weird, since he's not wearing a shirt, but with the muscles in his shoulders fully displayed and the tattoos playing peekaboo with you, you can't find it in you to mind. 
A stray dusting of flour is on his cheek. Reaching him, you swipe it away with your thumb. 
"Eddie, what are you doing?"
"I'm making dinner! Chicken pie, just like you made before. And dessert is in the fridge!" 
His smile splits his face in half, warming your insides. 
"Well, ain't I lucky." 
"Damn straight. I even got wine, here you go." 
He hands you a glass, filling it from wine in the fridge. It's a crisp white, one you've bought before that he remembers you like. 
You perch at the small dinner table, the solid wood one you rescued from a neighbour's yard that just needed a little love, and you're waited on. 
The chicken pie is great; the pastry could've had more time in the oven but the filling was perfect. When you're finished, Eddie hands you a chocolate mousse, with whipped cream and a swirl of orange peel on the top. 
"It's chocolate orange mousse, I got it out of a recipe book I bought. You like it?" 
Eddie's practically on tenterhooks, bouncing both knees with his eyes fixated on you. 
Honestly? It's incredible. Just the right texture and consistency, and the right amount of orange. One of the best desserts you've had. 
But, it isn't just that. It's the restless demeanour, the keenness of his smile, the deep eyes full of feeling. 
With a mouthful of chocolate orange mousse, you stare at him with wet eyes. 
"You're gonna make a great husband one day." 
You swallow, and stare again. 
"Wait, scratch that. You're gonna be a great husband to me, one day." 
He grins manically at you, pride etched in his face.
"Yeah?" 
"Hummm." You turn your head as if deliberating something. 
"What?" 
'Just thinking, could we take the rest of this dessert to the bedroom? I could show you how grateful I am."
You wink, and Eddie's eyes nearly roll back inside his head. 
"Oh, if this is being your husband then fucking sign me up!" 
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demigoddessqueens · 2 years
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Never forget what they took from us!!!
(Found said meme on twitter)
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