—do I Even Have A Chance?

𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐘𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 || 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

summary: in which you forget your wallet and offer eddie a quid pro quo. oh, look at you using big words! [eddie munson x bimbo!reader]

cw: smut || 18+ only [ft. oral sex (m receiver), reader is dumb (obviously, so if that bothers you.. goodbye!]

a/n: i rewrote this entire thing 4 times 😃 i still don’t really like how some parts turned out but let’s pretend it’s because i’ve stared at it for hours on end and not bc it’s actually bad <3

“That’d be 20,” Eddie says, sliding the bag of weed towards you over the wooden table.

You open your bag to look for your wallet only to not find it in its usual spot. You look inside the bigger compartment, ruffling through makeup bags, receipts and strawberry lollipops but come back empty handed. You look back at Eddie, offering him an anxious smile, “Just a sec.”

He nods and rests his forearms on the table, toying with the wristband of his watch while he watches you open all three of your makeup bags, the glass bottles and compact powders clinking against each other. 

His eyebrows raise at your mumbled curse. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. S’just…” you giggle nervously, twirling a strand of hair. “I forgot my wallet. Silly me.”

Eddie grimaces in pity. “Well that’s unfortunate, sweetheart, but you know what they say…” he takes back the plastic bag and dumps it into his toolbox, closing the lid sharply. He smiles sarcastically, “Flattery doesn’t pay the bills.”

Your shoulders drop as he stands up, but before he can put his leather jacket back on your face lights up, resembling a cartoon having an eureka moment. Or so Eddie thinks. “Wait! I could pay you some other way, if you want!”

“Cash only, you know the rules.” Your twinkling laughter lets him know he said something stupid, which coming from you should probably bruise his ego a little. “What?”

“That’s not what I meant, silly,” you chuckle, adjusting your position on the bench and leaning forward conspiratorially, resting your chin on the palm of your hand. Eddie gulps as your eyes drag down his body to his groin then back up to his face. “I meant, I could do you a little favour.”

“A favour,” he repeats blankly. 

“Yeah, like a little– ugh, what’s the word?” You muse, your front teeth trapping your lower lip. Eddie has to admit that the way your brows furrow in concentration is adorable. “Oh, yeah, a little quid pro quo! I suck your cock, you give me the weed for free,” you sing-song, smiling at him. 

Eddie is many things. A freak, a nerd, an academic failure, a drug dealer. He is not dumb, though, even though the vast majority of Hawkins High would like to defer. So it’d be very dumb of him to turn down a blowjob offer from one of the prettiest girls in Hawkins. 

He’s seen you around town before, walking around with your short skirts and dresses and tight shirts, heeled mary janes that probably cost more than anything inside his trailer clicking against the pavement. You were one of the few people in Hawkins that didn’t cast him aside, in fact, you had always been kind to him whenever he got the courage to talk to you. 

Whether it was because you were simply too nice or because the fact that he was Eddie “the Freak” Munson just flew over your pretty little ditzy head, he’d never know. 

So sue him if he had a teeny tiny crush on the local airhead.

Then he remembers the hunk who usually had an arm wrapped around your waist. The meathead that would bump into his shoulder if they crossed paths. The jackass that would make your shoulders drop and a sad look cloud your face when he mocked you as you played around with the figurines on display in the comic shop he frequented. 

His mood sours.

“Don’t you have a boyfriend?” 

“Yeah, but he won’t mind. Half the weed is for him anyways.” You shrug, clearly unbothered. “Besides, it’s not like he hasn’t been sneaking around with like, half of his girl friends behind my back. At least I’m doing this as a favour to him.” 

Eddie’s eyes widen. “Shit, no way.” 

“Yeah, he must think I’m stupid or something. I mean, I’ve already found three different fake nails in his car. Do I look like the type of girl to wear black nail polish?” You tilt your head to the side, your shiny purple nails clicking on the table. Eddie shakes his head with a snort. “Exactly! So, are we gonna do this or not? I have a hair dresser’s appointment in like an hour.”

Eddie shifts in place, kicking some leaves up in the air. As much as this is a dream come true, he doesn’t wanna take advantage of your predicament. Hoping you don’t take it back, he asks, “You sure this is cool?” 

“Yeah, it’ll be fun!”

He wonders if your idea of fun is usually this fucked up but finds himself nodding in approval. “Yeah, sure. Fuck it.”

You clap your hands in excitement and stand up, your skirt flaring as you twirl around to walk to the opposite side of the bench. You stand in front of him, fingers linked together as you bounce on the balls of your feet. “So, like, do you wanna stand or sit down?”

Eddie stares at your glossy mouth as you talk, down to your low cut top that exposes the swells of your chest, and lower to your short skirt that will most likely rise up if the barest hint of a breeze passes you by. 

“I, uh, I think I’ll sit,” he says, lowering himself to the bench. He gulps when he’s face to face with your boobs, your nipples straining against your shirt.

Yeah, he thinks as his cock stirs awake, sitting down was the smartest choice. 

“Wait,” he grabs his jacket and dumps it in front of him. “For– for your knees. So the leaves don’t hurt you,” he explains when he sees the confused look on your face. 

Your heart swells inside your chest. You have to clutch it to make sure it doesn’t burst from the seams. “That’s so sweet!” you cry and give him a quick peck on the cheek before kneeling between his legs. 

You shuffle until you’re in a comfortable position, caressing his thighs gently when you’re done. “It’s super comfy, Eddie. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he exhales, watching in anticipation as you unbuckle his belt and undo his jeans. He helps you out by raising his hips, pulling down his boxers himself just enough to get his cock out. 

Your mouth falls open. “Oh, wow.”

His cock isn’t even fully hard yet but it’s still an impressive sight, barely thicker than it’s longer and decorated with two cute veins on either side that lead to the pink tip. Your favourite colour. 

You reach forward to touch him but he shifts back awkwardly, shoulders drawn up. “Sorry about the mess,” he says, more pink coating his cheeks. If he keeps this up you’re going to fall in love. “I didn’t think I'd be getting blowed during a deal so, uh, y’know… housekeeping missed a week.”

He’s embarrassed, you realise, catching up to the misunderstanding. About his… pubic hair? You laugh internally, how dumb is this boy?

“I don’t care about that, dummy,” you keep stroking his inner thigh, now touching his skin. He’s so warm. 

Your honesty is so clear in your eyes that it helps him relax. Your hand hovers above his mound and only touches him when he nods shakily, petting it softly. Your eyes light up with happiness and god, Eddie loves that shine on you. “I think it’s super hot, actually. Kinda wish my boyfriend kept it like this.”

Eddie sighs as you litter warm kisses around the base. His dick twitches when your nose bumps against it. “He doesn’t?”

He doesn’t know why he asks, but he’s curious. So very curious to know what you see in that asshole, what it is exactly that Eddie’s missing. And maybe, just maybe, he feels a burst of proudness when you shake your head with a sad pout. 

Eddie: 1

Asshole boyfriend: 0

Your kisses move upwards, your lips pressing sweetly all around his cock and your tongue tracing the veins. Eddie is practically vibrating with anticipation, his hands hovering on either side of your head like he doesn’t know if he can touch you. 

“You can touch me, Eddie,” you mumble against his length, the vibrations sending a shiver down Eddie’s spine. “You can do whatever you want. Here–” 

He swallows down the whine of despair that threatens to come out of his throat when you pull away, has to bite his lip to stay quiet when you take off your top and your tits fall out.

You take his hands and press them to your chest. “Feel them,” you guide his fingers so he can squeeze them, letting out a breathy moan in response. Encouraged, Eddie does it again, this time by himself, and sneaks out of your hold to twist your nipples. “S-soft, aren’t they?”

“Fuckin’ perfect,” he corrects. 

You swallow harshly, the praise and Eddie’s eyes glued to your boobs creating a gentle warmth inside you. “I, uh, thought you might’ve wanted something pretty to look at. Trees can get a little boring. A-and you can use them as stress balls, too! Just anything y’want, really…” You shake your scattered head and grip him once more, Eddie cursing from your sudden movement. “I’m gonna suck you now, ‘kay?”

“Whenever you want, sweetheart.”

Something in the tone of his voice makes your thighs clench together. 

You purse your lips and dribble some spit onto the tip, spreading the rivulettes around with firm strokes. Eddie’s breathing hardens, and when you finally wrap the soft cushions of your mouth around the head and suckle on it like the lollipops you’re always munching on, it’s like he’s stopped breathing all together. 

“Shit,” he curses, the feel of your wet tongue swirling around turning his brain into mush. He can’t think straight, not when he looks down and sees you slobbering all over him, slurping loudly as your head bobs up and down enthusiastically.  

“Holy fuck, that feels so good.” You’re fighting back your gag reflex, he can feel it– your throat contracting around him as you try your best to fight off the urge to throw up, desperate to keep him snug inside your mouth. The spasms cause his head to fall back, the grip on your tits tightening until you’re whimpering. 

You’re a sputtering mess when you pull away, spit dripping down your chin and onto your chest, which is panting with the effort to relieve your burning lungs. You keep stroking him, though, your fist gliding with ease thanks to all the drool you left on him. 

“Look what you did to me,” Eddie says, eyes glued to the tip that oozes precum like a leaky faucet. You follow one of the pearly white drops on its path down to his balls and, never having been a wasteful person, lick it up. 

Eddie groans the feeling of your soft tongue kitten licking his heavy balls. “Do that again,” he begs, hands leaving your chest to keep you down where you are, pressing you against his base. You’re overwhelmed with all things Eddie: his scent, his taste, the sounds he makes as you plop both sacks into your mouth and suck them. 

Eddie slumps back against the table, the sharp edge digging itself into his back but he doesn’t care. He’s spewing curses and the sweetest sounds you have ever heard. “Oh god, you feel how full they are? How full of cum they are for you? Never got this fucking needy for anyone, I swear to fucking Ozzy or- shit, I don’t know. Feels like I’m gonna explode.” 

Nothing makes you wetter than having a cock in your mouth and the evidence is obvious in your panties. You pull them aside and play with your clit as you roll Eddie’s balls in your mouth, pressing two fingers into your dripping hole in search of relief. Knowing that your digits were sticky with his precum and your spit rips a cute little mewl from your chest, and you press your face further into his groin. 

You sigh in pleasure, eyes fluttering shut while you pump your fingers. With a kiss to each of his balls, you lave your tongue on the underside of Eddie’s cock, flicking the slit to embed his taste in your mouth.

“Oh shit, are you touching yourself?” His voice gets higher from the surprise and the arousal, something rabid growing in his stomach. He combs back your hair so he can see your eyes. “That’s– that’s so hot. You have no idea how fucking hot it is.”

He can’t look away from you. Wants to burn the image of your mouth stuffed full and your teary eyes and your lips stretched wide as you try to give him your best smile. Your nipples are grazing the rough fabric of his jeans, your tits bouncing up and down as you drool all over him.

He doesn’t think he can last much longer, not when you touch him so good and sound so pretty even and he knows he’s the reason you’re so desperately fucking your own fingers. It’s then that the wet heat of your mouth envelops him again.

All hell breaks loose. 

He thinks he’s burning up, he has to be. His skin is hot and sweaty, his mind delirious and he can’t keep himself from spewing the first thoughts that come to mind. “I bet that little pussy is beautiful. Sweet too. It’s– It’s gotta be, with how fucking pretty you are. How sweet you always are to me. Always so nice to me, laughing at my awful jokes. Even if your idiotic boyfriend is around. Goddamit,” he clutches the bench beneath him, eyes screwed shut. “I’m gonna cum, sweetheart. Where- Where do you want it? In that tight throat, that pretty face? Anywhere, anywhere you want.”

You pull away with a lewd popping sound, Eddie’s eyes rolling back. “My face, please. Want you to make me pretty,” you say breathlessly. 

Your inner walls flutter at the sight of Eddie losing himself in his orgasm. He’s always been pretty but now, with his lips raw bitten, his hair a wild mess from running his hand through it, his face flushed and his shirt sticking to his sweaty chest? He’s beautiful, gorgeous, every synonym in the dictionary. 

You await with an open mouth and the second the first spurts of his cum hit your cheek, you’re cumming yourself, movements stuttering and thighs closing in on your wrist. Some of the spurts enter your mouth directly and you gulp them down without hesitation. Others drip down your forehead and cheekbones before they touch your parted lips, your tongue darting out to collect them. 

“Come here.” He grabs you by the back of your neck and leans forward to kiss, not even caring that you’re covered in him. His nose presses against your cheek as he swallows down your whiny moans, tasting himself on your tongue. 

He’ll blame the mushyness on his post-orgasmic bliss, not worried about anything when you’re switching his deep kisses for sweet little pecks that could make his knees buckle. 

“Oh!” you exclaim when you notice the clump of white on the tip of Eddie’s nose. You swipe it off with your thumb and lick it up, not even worrying about your own state. “So, uh, I read that cum is like this super amazing facial… maybe we could do it again sometime?”

Oh, bless your silly little heart.

headcanon; Eddie is definitely the type of boyfriend who would just pick you up and toss you over his shoulder and carry you around for no reason at all except to hear you shriek and laugh and to low-key keep his hand on your ass

Everything for my lady

summary: when eddie finds you at the library, he makes you an offer that turn into something else when you reach his house

word count: 3,4k+

warnings: none unless you count both you and eddie being huge ass virgins

author's note: its my first fanfic! at least in this blog, bc i used to write queen fanfic too T.T anyways, i hope you guys enjoy it and that you can forgive my grammar mistakes since english isn't my first language

Eddie couldn't stop looking at you.

He wanted to feel how soft your skin was, how your hair would feel under his hands caressing, and most important of all: how your body would react against his.

Don't get him wrong, he wasn't a creep, even though most girls would call him that because of his style, he tried to be respectful towards woman, never daring to target a girl with his silly jokes about D&D or social hierarchy. But whenever he thought about you, he felt like one. It felt wrong to know about you, and not even know what your voice sounded like.

He knew you liked to read a lot, always being seen with a book hold tightly in your arms. He knew you liked wearing skirts, seeing how much you were seen with them at school. He also knew you never ate at the cafeteria, taking your lunch somewhere else to eat. But if someone were to ask how your voice felt going through his ears and straight to his heart, he would never be able to answer, because your voice was never directed to him, or someone else in this case. You were quiet, shy, avoiding any eye contact when walking down the hallways.

Eddie had lost the feeling of fear of the judgmental looks long ago, but he knew how nervous you got when you had to get out of the cafeteria with your lunch tray, so he always made sure to make a scene, to attract all eyes towards him, so you could leave more calmly and not having people wonder where the silent girl would go.

He just wouldn't imagine that one day, the only thing he wanted to keep hidden, would be the same one that would make you finally grace him with your sweet voice.

︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶

"Hey there Melissa, looking good as always, aren't we?"

Eddie said, pointing two finger guns towards the old librarian, who only pointed to the 'Keep your voice down' sign and kept doing her work. Kind as always, aren't we? he thought to himself.

Turning around one of the library corners and holding his papers and pens, Eddie eyes went looking table from table, trying to search one that was far away and unoccupied. Only that he stopped dead on his tracks at the sight of you, sitting alone on one of the tables near the window, with the sun reaching down on you and making you glow on his vision.

It took him an big amount of prep talk – thirty seconds of him saying to himself that he could do this, that it was as easy as traumatize children that thought that they finally killed his villain on a campaign only for him to return with nothing but a missing eye – to get close to your table. He wondered if this would annoy you, since there was a big amount of empty tables around yourself, since no one visited the library after classes ended.

Deciding to shut off his thoughts before they made him run away in anxiety, Eddie approached you and tried to think about ways to talk to you on his most calm demeanor, not wanting to make you feel like a cornered animal caught by their predator.

Sensing eyes on you, you looked upwards to find a guy staring at you with big puppy eyes. Your brows furrowed, and you noticed that this guy was in the same class as you were, and it was also the metalhead that repeated senior year for two years in a row. Was that really Eddie Munson in a library?

As if he was finally getting out of a trance, Eddie finally saw that you had noticed his presence before he was able to think of something to say.

"Ah, hey! I didn't notice you were starin- I mean, I was staring. Like, you weren't staring, I was totally staring, unless you think this is creepy because then I was totally NOT staring"

Facepalming himself mentally, Eddie decided that maybe the girls didn't find him creepy because of his style, but because he couldn't control his mouth to shut up when it was necessary. That seemed like a more reasonable theory after what just happened.

With a little smile that made Eddie's heart flutter inside his chest, you gave him a little wave. He decided that the first smile you gave him was his best memory from now on.

"So, can I sit here?" You only gave him a fast nod, that did not quite match the rate his heart was beating right now.

"Y/N, right?" He scolded himself at how creepy he sounded knowing your name out of nowhere "I mean, I guess?"

"Yes, I'm Y/N. You must be Eddie, right?"

In that moment, Eddie felt that he was on Cloud 9. No weed could ever bring him the peace that your voice gave him – which when he thought back, was a weird thing to compare with a pretty girl –. He finally had his dream of hearing your voice, which was there for almost two years, come true. Right now, he decided he could never let you shut up near his presence, either by hearing you laughing or talking, he needed to have your voice on his life from now on.

"Y-yeah, totally me. Unless you think I'm a freak. Because then that's not me"

You put your book down, with the pages still open, and Eddie took this as a sign that he should do his best to distract you from going back to the pages that were marked.

"I don't think you are a freak"

"Then I'm Eddie, that's me" He gave you a smile, which you reciprocated. Was he having a heart attack? A stroke? Did he had butterflies for lunch? Or was this the feeling he would have everytime you smiled near him? And oh God, he really had to stop with the weird comparisons.

After a quick moment of silence, he heard your voice again, and hope filled his body thinking that maybe, you didn't wanted your little chat with him to end so abruptly.

"I didn't think you were one for libraries, Munson"

"You can call me Eddie" He replied, a little too quick "I like to come here to make some new stories for my campaigns"

"Campaigns?"

As he saw your confused face, with brows slightly frowned, he remembered that not everyone was aware of his D&D world.

"As in Dungeons and Dragons campaign?" Noticing that he wasn't ringing any bells, Eddie decided to take his chance to bring his chair closer to your side, ready to explain every detail of his life-long hobbie

Seeing him so ready to explain something that perked his interests made your cheeks feel warm, specially since his attention was all focused on you. Truth to be told, you had noticed the boy that got up on the cafeterias tables every time you were about to leave, and you would linger a few moments to hear more about his bickering with other social groups. His loud voice would reverberate each time through the walls, and his dramatic actions would always make you laugh a little once you were on the corridors.

Turning your attention back on Eddie, you laid your head on your hands, making sure you could hear all the boy was about to say

"So..." This time, you could notice Eddie was slightly more relaxed, since this seemed to be a subject he could talk about for hours, probably due to being so habituated to the game and its terms. "You know what D&D is, right?"

For that, you shook your head yes, since you had actually heard some of the news channel talking about the new wave of players that the game was attracting

"A campaign is basically a set of adventures that are intertwined during the game." Eddie tried to explain to you in the simplest way, not wanting to get your head confused by using some terms that only players would know

"Would I, maybe, be able to get a cute maiden like you to join my adventures this time?" He said, offering his hand towards you. You tried to ignore the goosebumps on your skin at the mention of him finding you cute, instead taking no time in accepting his hand, which felt oddly warm agains yours.

"It would be a honor"

"And for me it would be a honor if you two would finally get away from here. We are closing in ten." You heard the librarian voice reaching you, which made you smile fade immediately.

"Hey, it's not fair, you only want to go watch your soap ope-" Eddie was interrupted by a reprehensible look, which made him immediately shut up.

Deciding that he couldn't lose this chance – and feeling that if he did, he would never gather the courage to talk to you again after being this close –, Eddie decided to throw all away and focus on enjoying the opportunity

"Should we proceed with our affairs on my home?" Eddie says, with a very theatrical voice, trying to make you give him one more smile before the rejection he was sure was coming his way

"I..." you couldn't speak, thinking about what people would think when seeing the goody two-shoes getting on the 'freak' van.

As did Eddie moments ago, you decided to shut off your thoughs and throw your caution out of the windows. For just this once, you felt happy being on someone's side, and you didn't want this to end so soon because of an old lady that couldn't keep the library open for more thirty minutes

"I would love to proceed with our affairs in your home, sir Eddie" you answered, in his same theatrical manners, which earned you a laugh from the boy.

You and Eddie got out of the library side by side, remaining in silent after the little scene you made for the librarian. But as soon as you were out of the lady's ear range, you looked at each other and started laughing.

"She can't see two teenagers getting on well, she hates happines, I'm so sure of this" Eddie kept saying, making your laugh get louder and louder each time. There was something about the way he said that so outraged that you found so funny. His facial expressions were very remarkable, and he couldn't hide his disappointment on the old lady that he treated so well, only to end up betrayed by her.

"She must think we are going to your home to do something..." You pause, approaching his van

"To fuck?"

"Eddie! That's so..."

"Rude, right? I'm sorry, my lady, I will keep my composure in front of you from now on"

You noticed that his smile couldn't hide the fact that he was not sorry at all.

A cold drizzle started to fall, making you both run towards Eddie's car. Still holding hands, which neither of you took notice

Hopping on the passenger seat, you searched for a belt to put around you, noticing that his van was going against everything you thought a man's car would be. He certainly wasn't one of those weirds that treated his car like a person and wouldn't let anyone even eat inside, judging by the amount of dirty there was on the floor.

"I gotta warn you, my place isn't exactly the best thing in Hawkins. Is just a trailer where I live with my uncle-" You interrupted him

"I can't believe I'm not going to a palace" You tried making a joke, which made Eddie turn to you and give him a smile and shake his head

"I know right? I'm such an orc"

That set the atmosphere of the rest of the ride, where he kept informing you about the basics of D&D, always looking towards you to make sure he wouldn't miss any expression you could make.

When finally arriving to his place, he was the first to get out of the car, and before you could even reach towards the door, it was opening with an Eddie on the other side, gesturing for you to get down

"Trying to reedem myself since I don't have fortunes waiting for my lady inside our palace" You felt butterflies on your stomach at the mention of being his. Surprisingly enough, the thought wasn't scaring you.

"It might be working, Eddie" You said, hopping down his van and walking towards his trailer door. You didn't want him to see how your face had responded to him calling you 'his lady'

"As I was saying, I think you should choose your race as an half-elf, because you-" He stopped talking to fumble with his keys and open the door for you "-would have the beauty you have as a human already, plus the grace that both you and elfs share, what you think?" He finished, opening the door for you to get inside

"I... this would be great!"

Ignoring the way your heart skipped a beat because of his words, you decided to get inside his trailer already, not wanting to spend any more time outside in the cold drizzle that was slowing becoming a rain  in Hawkins. Another reason to get inside quickly, was for Eddie to not see the effects his compliments had on you.

"So, ready for the show?"

With open arms, Eddie guided you to his couch, and went quickly to his room to grab some other essential stuff, in his words, to the best thing you would discover in your life. It didn't take him too long to appear with dices, a handbook, and some printed sheets.

Sitting down on your side, he started to explain the way everything worked, and it was mostly easy for you to pay attention to everything. That was, until he decided to lay more relaxed on the couch, and opening his legs, Eddie put his arms behind his head. The action was enough to make your breath get caught in your throat. You could only imagine what sitting on his lap would feel like

Trying to get those thoughts away, with the excuse that this was not usually yourself, you decided to go back to paying attention to his words. The task proved to be difficult when everything you could see was the way his lips moved, with the sound that came out of them being silenced by your head that could only think about how warm he must be. It also didn't help how cold it was getting now that the night was approaching, and how sleepy you were feeling after a more agitated day with Eddie talking the whole time

"Are you paying attention? You have this glassy eyes expression" Eddie asked, coming closer to you and putting his hands on your knees to support himself. He was so excited to talk to you that he forgot how you caught some rain on yourself. It wasn't enough to soak you down, but definitely made your hair a little wet and gave a few wet spots in your clothes

Feeling how hot his hands are didn't helped your case, specially since you were wearing a skirt, which made you feel each part of his hands on you. Looking down at where you two were touching, you focused on how many rings he was wearing, almost all of them with a shape of some form

Thinking that maybe he did it wrong touching you, Eddie went to get his hands away from your skin, already missing the contact, when you put your hands above his and surprised both him and yourself

"Your hands are very warm" You said, holding one of his hands and bringing towards your face. He couldn't control himself, and his fingers started to trace patterns on your cheek, finally feeling how soft your skin truly felt to him.

"Are you feeling cold?" Eddie asked, finally taking notice that your skirt wasn't doing a great job of protecting you of the rain you caught when walking with him "Here, let me take you to my bedroom and there you can cover up and rest a little, how does that sound?"

Eddie thought that this was a bold step, that you would quickly push him off and say what a pervert he was – God knew he had his best intentions at heart, though – and storm off, but you only got up and nodded slowly.

After sitting for so long, only hearing Eddie talk, even if it was the most cool thing you've heard, combined with the cold feeling and how your original plans after getting out of the library was to get under your blankets at home, it did made you sleepy. So the though of finally getting a good rest before going home appealed more to you than the though that maybe Eddie's offer could be take both ways if you were awake enough

"I would love that" was your only answer

You both felt how the atmosphere changed. It was as if eletric bolts were cursing through each other's veins, making you both aware of the tension that was growing between you both. Eddie guided you to his room, and upon entering, he quickly run to discard something that was hanging on his bed frame, and turned back to you

"Welcome to my humble cave, m'lady"

Going straight to his bed and laying on your side, you didn't took much notice of your surroundings, wanting nothing more to cover yourself and finally get rid of the shivering that was taking over your body

Eddie stepped closer, covering you with a blanket that was lying around his bed, and sitting on the opposite side, started to look at you. He could only think how he would never wash his pillowcase again, wanting nothing more than to keep your scent for himself. He also took notice of how your hair fell around your head, making you seem like an angel to him.

"Could you..." You started, voice low as if you were scared of being caught saying that "...lay down with me? You could keep talking, your voice relaxes me"

An silent followed your question, and you thought that you had got the signs all wrong, that Eddie wasn't actually reciprocating your feelings, but just being nice.

Truth being told, you did had feelings for the older boy. That was the only reason you lingered for a few moments to watch his little show on the cafeteria, the only reason you started listening to metal bands (even though you felt that the style wasn't for you), and the only reason you were so quick on accept his requests. But maybe, that was only you, so why were you being so eager to feel him by your side and scare him off with your question and then lose the friendship that was building during the last hours?

You only got out of your line of thoughts when you heard the bed cracking on the other side, and felt a presence besides you

"It would be a pleasure. Even though that means that my voice makes you sleepi" you heard Eddie voice saying, feeling the grin on his tone

You could be wrong. He could just be happy to have a new friend, he could maybe just being nice to you, not knowing how to act near a girl, or maybe, and that was your favorite option, just maybe, he reciprocated your feelings

Feeling bold with your new theory, you went as far as you had gone with a boy, asking him one last question before closing your eyes

"Could you hug me, Eddie?"

He felt like the luckiest man alive. How could he deny you anything when you spoke with your soft voice that he wished for years to hear. Eddie knew that the thing he wished the most would end up being his downfall, already accepting that now you held imense power over him

Eddie put his hands around your waist, coming closer to you and daring even to put his head on your neck. You could feel his breath down your skin, making goosebumps appear. You could feel the heat from his hands going straigh to your waist and flowing through your body. You went a little back with your body, pressing yourself further in his hug and relaxing more in his touch

"Thank you, Eddie. You saved me from a very boring day" He heard you saying, your voice muffled on the pillow. He could sense you slowly drifting to sleep, and decided that he should say something before being too late

"Anything for my beautiful lady"

And in that moment, Eddie promised to himself to never let you go out of his reach.

JESUS CHRIST WHY CANT PEOPLE LET OTHERS HAVE FUN?? LIKE OKAY IF SOMEONE JUST BECAME A STRANGER THINGS FAN LIKE WHO ACTUALLY GIVES A FUCK? WHY ARE WE GATE KEEPING A SHOW? LIKE I HATE PEOPLR ON TIKTOK WHO ARE LIKE “oh it’s the new stranger things fans who are obsessed with eddie and love chrissy wake up”, “if i hear chrissy wake up one more time i swear” SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. LET THEM HAVE THEIR FUN. LIKE I SAW SOMEONE EDIT THEMSELVES INTO A SCENE WITH EDDIE AND THEY WERE LITERALLY JUST TALKING AND GOT BANNED FOR IT? LIKE WTF? LET THEM HAVE THEIR FUN? like i get some of it, i saw that one tiktok where it was eddie saying like “yn your body is 90 percent water” and yn was like “yeah so?” and he was like “daddies thirsty” yeah i get maybe that could make some people uncomfortable and at some points may be considered cringey but that doesn’t make them a new fan or a bad person? leave them alone. please. god. if someone even is a new fan why is it a big deal? i’ve been a fan since the show first ever came out and i genuinely like the song “chrissy wake up” because it’s catchy and i love eddie munson because i relate to him in the sense i was bullied too, like for being different and just because people are assholes. TW: mentions of smut and audio porn, also death threats and suicide. people were literally harassing the guy who made the audio “getting dicked down by eddie munson” and sending him death threats and telling him to kill himself because “it was weird and gross” etc. if you don’t like it stay curious and don’t check it out? like c’mon now. and they’re all like “if eddie saw this he’d make fun of them” NO TF HE WOULD NOT? he literally got bullied his whole life, why would he do that to them as well? in my opinion, he’d be flattered people are even talking about him. some of y’all act like you know him top to bottom. and don’t get me started on the eddie x steve or the eddie x chrissy battle going on on tiktok right now. NEITHER OF THEM HAD ENOUGH SCREENTIME WITH HIM. EDDIE AND CHRISSY ONLY HUG OUT BC SHE WANTED DRUGS, AND ANYTIME EDDIE TALKED TO STEVE HE WAS ANNOYED. NEITHER SHIPS MAKES SINCE BUT WHO GIVES A FUCK? LET PEOPLE HAVE FUN. sorry about this rant to my moots and followers 😭 needed to get it out of my system. if your a person like this, meaning you judge someone based off their ships, when they joined a fandom, or just a bully DNI WITH ME AT ALL. i also don’t mean this in a rude way (the paragraph)

Today we won, Joseph Quinn playing "Master of Puppets".

18 - Eddie Munson

Y/n is 18 and her dad, Hopper, can seem to accept it. So she seeks out the help of Eddie Munson.

* You can imagine Y/n being adopted or Jim having a daughter with another woman if you don’t look like Hopper.

“Munson!” Eddie heard his name being called as he sat at his normal spot in the woods, seeing Jim Hoppers daughter, y/n, making her way over. Eddie smirked to himself and stood from the table.

“And to what do I owe the pleasure of Y/n Hopper?” He bowed dramatically. She gave his antics a scowl and crossed her arms.

“I need your help, Eddie.” She sighed. His eyes widened, the Sheriff’s daughter needed the freaks help?

Eddie smirked, standing tall and crossing his arms. “And what could I, Eddie ‘The Freak” Munson, possibly help Jim Hoppers daughter with?”

She sighed and leaned her head back, looking at the sky through the trees. “Y’know what? Forget it, I’ll just find someone else.”

As she went to walk away, Eddie quickly placed a hand on her shoulder, talking off as she glared at him.

He put his hands up defensively. “What do you need? I can do it.” The super senior watched her sigh and look at the ground.

“I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend.” She looked him in the eyes. Eddie thought for a moment, placing his hand over his mouth.

Y/n was an attractive girl, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss a few notes in class because he was looking at her.

“Ok, why me though?” He asked, sitting down and looking up at her.

“My dad can’t except the fact that I’m eighteen and can make my own decisions. If I bring home a guy that’s been caught selling drugs as many times as you have, he’d have a field day.”

It seemed like a good enough reason to Eddie, he did love to piss people off, extra points if they were cops. And even if it wasn’t real, he was still getting a chance with the queen of Hawkins.

“Alright, I’m in.” Eddie held his hand out, Y/n smiling and shaking.

“So daddy,” Y/n started as Jim, El and her sat at the table. “I met a boy, and I really like him, I think he might like me too.”

Jim grumbled, shoving more food in his mouth as you spoke. “I don’t want you dating anyone until I meet them.”

“Well, I’ll let you know everything goes and then maybe he can come over for dinner?” She gave her sweet, good girl smile before Hopper reluctantly agreed.

The next day Eddie had gotten a note in his locker.

“Meet me in the woods after school

- Y/n”

Eddie smiled to himself, folding the note and slipping it in his back pocket. He looked down the hall, seeing Y/n up against the lockers while talking to her friends.

“Finally, I almost left.” Y/n said as she saw Eddie make his way to the table, small metal lunchbox in hand.

He sent the box down on the table, slipping his jacket off and sitting down across from her. “Sorry, I had a deal, and most people don’t feel comfortable doing that around a sheriffs daughter.”

Y/n sucked her teeth and looked down at the table for a moment. “Yeah, I guess that makes sense.” She said as she played with her fingers. “You need to come over and have dinner with my family, on Friday.”

Friday could not come soon enough, Jim had made dinner for the four of you while El had set the table. Now the only thing to do was wait for you and this mystery boy to arrive.

Both of their eyes widened when they heard loud metal music. Jim’s face turned full of shock as he saw the familiar van in his driveway, him and his officers searching it many times before.

The girl smiled to Eddie as she caught a glimpse of her fathers face. The two had made themselves look as believable as possible, Eddie slipping one of his rings and his guitar pick necklace onto her.

The two walked up to the cabin, Eddie only landing one knock before Jim had opened the door. Y/n smiled up at her father, hugging Eddie’s arm.

“Daddy, this is the boy I told you about, Eddie Mu-“

“Munson. I’m aware.” Jim said, quickly cutting his daughter off as he stared down at the boy.

Eddie smiled politely as he held his hand out to the sheriff. “Is great to see you, Hopper.” The girls father stared down at his hand before moving out of the way to let the two in.

Jim watched as Y/n walked the boy into the living room, where El sat watching TV. “El, this is Eddie, the boy I told you about about the other day.”

Eleven watched as her sister slipped her hand into the boys. “Hello,” she looked up at him, Eddie smiling and greeting her as well.

“Alright, let’s eat.” Jim yelled from the kitchen, Eleven got up quickly, leaving her sister and the boy in the living room.

Y/n smiled at up at Eddie, who was trying his best to hold back a laugh before they made their way to the kitchen.

“So Munson.” Jim said, staring the boy dead in the eye. “What’ve you been up to since the last time I’ve seen you? Back to the usual?”

“Daddy-“

Eddie snickered for a moment before swallowing his food. “No sir, I put all that behind me. After last time I decided to clean up my act.”

Jim stared at him questionably, leaning back in his seat to intimidate him. Eddie would be lying if he said he wasn’t though, the two grams of weed in his glovebox staying in the back of his mind.

Dinner ended soon enough, Eddie feeling a bit more relieved as it was almost time to go. “Well Munson, it’s getting late, and I wouldn’t want your uncle to get too worried.”

Eddie smiled politely and nodded his head. “Of course. Thank you for dinner, it was amazing.”

“I’ll walk you out.” As the two slipped out the door, Eddie shoved his hand in the girls back pocket. “The plan worked great. Thank you.”

Y/n said as they approached the van. “Of course, who could pass up free diner?” He laughed. “I do know how you can repay me, though.”

The girl raised her eyebrows as Eddie leaned against his van. “Let me take you out tomorrow, for real.”

Y/n smiled at him, leaning up to place a small kiss on his cheek. “It’s a date.” She said, making her way back to the cabin.

“Hopper?” Eleven looked away from the window for a moment, turning to her father who was sitting in his recliner.

“Yeah, El?” He asked, not looking away from the TV.

The younger girl looked back to the window. “Why is his hand in her pocket?” She asked, tilting her head as she watched her sister.

Hopper quickly made his way to the window, his hands gripping the couch and his knuckles turning white. “I’m going to kill that boy.”

If this gets 100 likes I swear on everything I will make a Billy version

Happy Sinday 😌

Pairing: Biker!Steve x Reader

Warnings: Oral (m receiving), smut, no minors.

A/N: Late sinday drabble.

It’s your hands that he notices first. Soft and warm on his hair-covered thighs. Always so soft. It’s how he knows it’s you. Nothing soft has touched his skin in years. Until you. Those warm, soft palms glide up his legs, over his stomach. He shifts into your touch, ridged curved muscles pushing into your fingertips.

“Please,” the word thick and rough in his throat drifts on his tongue, passing his lips in a coarse whisper. His mind, dull from sleep, barely registers your low hum in response.

Your lips trace over the faint freckles peppered along his sun-kissed skin, creating a map of him that only you’ll ever use. Your guide. A personalized key to unlocking his every weakness. The one right below his ear that makes him shudder when you sink your teeth into it. The one below his collarbone, near his colorful tattoo, makes him grit his teeth, hissing out a warning you’ll gleefully ignore.

But this one.

The one on his lower belly next to the thin vein leading down to his cock.

This one is your favorite.

You trace the pad of your finger around it, following the vein down down down his skin, watching his cock, heavy and long and thick, get bigger and bigger before your eyes. Resting your cheek on his thigh, you wrap your hand around his base, fuck he’s so thick your fingers and thumb aren’t even close to touching each other.

He makes a guttural sound in his throat. Long eyelashes fanning across his face, lips parting.

Please

Your hand stills, eyes flickering up to his face. He’s pulled under again, unable to resist the strong drag of exhaustion lingering in his bones. You want to ease his tired body, make him feel good, and you can’t resist the gravelly request escaping his mouth.

You stroke him, your hand moving up his firm, smooth length, your thumb brushing over the vein leading to his tip. You bring your hand down, pumping him firmly, squeezing him before going back up.

Once.

Please

Twice.

Please

Letting your thumb sweep over his swollen head, his hips jerk. You spread that little drop of precum over him, listening to his breath quicken, sleep-addled words falling unbidden from his mouth, nearly indiscernible.

Please

Taking mercy on him, you move until you’re hovering over him, placing a kiss on his leaking tip, you open your mouth, his taste melting on your tongue as you swallow him.

While your touch is enough to drive him to the brink of awareness, it’s your mouth, hot and wet, that pushes him over. You hollow your cheeks, slowly slowly dragging him out of your mouth. Bright blue eyes snap open, his lips part on a breathy faint moan, large hands grip the sheets. You meet his dazed gaze and draw him back, his thick cock heavy and warm, his vein brushing along your tongue. Pleasure like he never felt spikes through him, scorching heat spreading up his spine. He never knew he could feel so good, so incredible. Darkening stormy blue eyes flutter shut, plump lips go slack and his hands, his large calloused hands, find the back of your head, resting gently, letting you find your pace.

“Fuck yes. Just like that Dove. Please, sweetheart.” He makes another noise in his throat, deep satisfaction and need and lust rolling into one breathy plea. “Don’t stop. You’re doing so good. So fucking good for me.”

It could almost be vulgar, the way you’re taking every inch, every incredibly thick inch into your little mouth, the wet sounds you’re making, the soft gag when you take him deeper and deeper.

But it’s not.

It’s so damn erotic that he has to look away, too afraid of losing control, wanting to keep your tongue on him. He’s not that strong, not when it comes to you, the need to see you pulls his eyes back to your face, and oh fuck he can feel the sultry white-hot pleasure cresting higher, cracking away at his resolve.

He needs one more minute.

One more minute.

Fuckfuckfuck you’re so sweet and pretty, lips stretched around his cock, throat bulging, your little hand softly twisting around the part of him you can’t take down your throat.

Sweat beads along his hairline, thighs trembling, hold on for one more minute, he needs to feel you more than he needs to cum.

One more minute of pure heaven. Please

He’s so greedy for you. Fuck one more-

Steve can’t think. Barely getting enough air into his lungs. Because your eyes flit up to his and you moan.

“Dove you’re so good, so damn perfect,” he groans through gritted teeth, veins in his neck distended, his fingers dig into your scalp as he comes undone. “Shit oh fuck, fuuuck.”

He comes, hard and fast, spilling into your mouth. And he almost comes again, watching you swallow every last drop. Steve reaches for you, a feral grin tipping his lips. “Now it’s my turn--“

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The harsh grating alarm cuts through the air. Steve reluctantly opens his eyes, waiting for the ceiling to come into focus, rays of sunlight peeking through the cracks of his curtains.

“Fuck me,” he spits out, glaring at his stiff erection tenting the sheets slung around his thighs, the remnants of his dream clinging to him.

It felt so real. You felt real.

He could have sworn you were in bed with him. Dragging his hand down his face, he makes a frustrated noise before turning off his alarm. Steve sits up, swinging his long legs over the side of the bed, he drops his head down. He can’t take another wet dream like this. He’s going to ask you out.

Today.

You have had every piece of him wrapped around your little finger for weeks now. Now it’s time for you to know that you belong to him just as much as he belongs to you, little dove.

*****

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The Confrontation

(Eddie Munson x BFF!Reader)

Summary: How long had you and Eddie Munson known one another? Since first grade? Since the dawn of time? Maybe it didn’t matter. What did matter was that you knew everything about him, and he knew everything about you. Best friends tended to operate that way: an unbreakable alliance of camaraderie. 

Pity you’re putting your fucking foot through it by falling in love with him.

Word Count: 3.3K

Content: Mutual pining, confessions of love, emotional resolution, tooth-rotting fluff, Dustin being a shenanigan-instigator

Eddie Munson was your best friend in the whole entire world.

“Joined at the goddamn hip”, your parents used to complain years ago, when you were always tumbling around in the mud, or raiding the pantry, or watching cartoons and generally being nuisances together. Through elementary, middle school, high school.

Weirdos had to stick together, right?

Keep reading

Stars - Eddie Munson.

Pairing : Eddie Munson x f!reader.

Genres : very very slight angst in the beginning but tons of fluff.

Warnings : none except some suggestive content.

A/N : take it as an apology for my angst fic sobs.

Synopsis : Eddie has been chasing you for months now, and when he offers you to stargaze with him during one summer night, you can only say yes.

Main masterlist.

wc : ~ 3,800

Tagging : @nkogneatho @sanoinc (I tagged u bc we talked about it but tell me if u don't wanna xx)

Rolling your eyes at his grin, you pushed him away, hiding your amusement from him.

"Oh come on, y/n, I know you missed me."

"Don't take your dreams for reality, Munson. What d'you want tonight?"

"A date. Just one, I swear it'll be enough to convince you, sweetheart," you snorted, taking a step back to leave his side, but Eddie's hand snaked around your arm, keeping you close to him.

"A glass of whisky, please."

"See? You can do it, big boy."

You went behind the counter and prepared his order in the bar, knowing damn well Eddie had his eyes on you all along.

You kept playing the annoyed waitress each time he came into your bar, but him and you knew it was a facade. You actually enjoyed his company, although you would never say it out loud.

You've been working here for a year, roughly, and Eddie was one of those regulars. He came into your bar four months ago, and since that evening, he made it clear that his goal was to take you on a date, something you continually refused to do.

Why? 

You didn't really know, because he was attractive, interesting, and extremely funny. Maybe it was because you knew he would chase you one way or another, and that despite your refusal, he would still be here.

Or maybe it was because you had already gotten attached and you were scared he would let go when you gave him what he wanted.

"Hey y/n, you okay here?" Your co-worker, Diana, put her hand on your shoulder, seeing how tight you were holding Eddie's drink, and only faking a smile, you nodded, leaving her side to join his.

"Here. You wanna pay now or- oh! Is that a new tattoo?" You pointed at the bats on his arm, and Eddie proudly showed it off.

"Yeah, it is. D'you like it?" You nodded, returning his smile. "It's cool, it kinda matches my vibes. But hey, y/n, you told me once you liked stars, yeah?"

"And why on earth are you asking that, Munson?" He rested his chin on his hand, grinning at your curious expression. A few seconds passed before Eddie pulled something from his jacket pocket, and narrowing your eyes, you noticed the small silver keys hanging from his finger. 

Tilting your head in confusion, you crossed your arms over your chest as Eddie wiggled his eyebrows at you.

"What if I told you that this baby opens Hawkins' observatory, huh?"

"You're joking." 

"I'm not, I wouldn't dare lie to you, y/n," his tone held a serious hint, but you shrugged it away, excitement coursing through your veins.

"Let me take you on a date there. Later on tonight, at 8 p.m. "

 He was so determined, and it flattered you very much. The way Eddie stayed all those weeks, trying to make you laugh, trying to make you smile, you couldn't ignore them, and despite the fear of abandonment, you decided to take the risk, for once.

"I'll be waiting for you, Munson. Don't be late." leaving him speechless, you turned around and went back to work, as if nothing happened.

Your heart was threatening to leave your chest; your whole body was on fire, but you faked indifference nonetheless. 

"That's funny, I don't remember seeing you wearing that skirt earlier?" You ignored Diana's comment, only focusing on the mascara you were applying to your eyelashes. But the girl nudged your waist with her elbow, a teasing expression on her face.

"Are you finally gonna see him? Bet you're gonna have so much fun together. He definitely looks like a kinky guy," she winked at you as you slapped her shoulder playfully.

"Shut up, Diana. Eddie is bringing me to the observatory, actually."

"Oh, so you're just gonna see the stars, huh?"

"Yes, miss I'm having sex every night."

"Ouch, you hurt my feelings, y/n," you chuckled at her comment, which tore a smile from her.

"No but seriously, he seems nice. Plus, he's been chasing you for months already, he's a good one,"

You put the mascara on the bench, turning around to face her. You took the time to look at her, biting the inside of your cheek before speaking.

"You sure…? I'm just- I don't know."

"It's gonna be fine, y/n. He's not the same as him, okay?" She took both of your hands in hers as you grimaced, your past relationship wounds still fresh.

"But what if-"

"Eddie isn't like this bastard, y/n. He's not gonna cheat on you. Hell, the guy is literally wrapped around your fingers! Have some self-confidence, he wants you; even a blind man could see it."

You stayed quiet as she comforted you, but the ringing of your phone broke the moment, and smiling warmly at you, Diana motioned to your phone with her chin.

"Go ahead, must be him," Checking the name on the screen, you felt your stomach churn, but you brought the device to your ear nonetheless. 

"Hey,"

"Hey, I'm here, in front of the bar. Are you ready?"

Looking around at your scattered belongings, you stood up quickly before tossing the stuff in your locker.

"In a minute, sorry!" His chuckle warmed you up, relaxing you.

"And here you were asking me not to be late earlier."

"I'm gonna be fast, don't miss me too much, Munson." He barked another laugh. "I'll be waiting for you, then." The call ended with his words.

"Don't make him wait any longer, y/n. Come on, I'll clean the bar, go!" Diana waved her hand in front of you, urging you to leave, and you listened, kissing her cheek before going upstairs and exiting the building by the back door.

Your eyes immediately found him leaning on his black Camaro, and you couldn't contain your smile anymore as Eddie whistled at you.

"Look at you. You look stunning." You snorted as the brunette pulled you to his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist.

"Thank you, Eddie. You don't look too bad yourself," 

"Why, thank you. Ready to see the stars?"

"More than ready." 

The drive to the observatory was filled with both of your laughter, music, and jokes from Eddie's side. You discovered that he could play guitar, a skill he promised to show you another time.

And maybe Eddie didn't realise it, but with those few words he reassured you that there would be another time, and another, and another.

"Okay. You'll go first, because if you fall, I'll be able to catch you, yeah?" You were facing the ladder that connected the bottom of the building to the roof, and as you lifted your head up, you noticed how high it actually was. 

"Don't look at my ass though,"

"I wouldn't dare," you snorted playfully at him as Eddie brought you closer, a hand on your hip.

"But you have to kiss me first, or no stars for you."

"That's blackmailing, Munson, you know ?" He was looking at you expectantly, and you simply sighed, tiptoeing. You could feel his hold tightening around your body as you pressed your lips on his cheek, and you could even smell his cologne.

"Here."

"That- that wasn't what I meant by kiss!" You patted his chest playfully before pulling back, winking at him.

"You should have been more precise, Eddie," he let out an annoyed groan at your words but you turned around, starting to climb up the ladder. As you arrived all the way up, you took a look at your surroundings.

Eddie actually prepared everything beforehand, from a few pillows to lie on the roof to one big fluffy blanket, and it made you smile. Because he was just so considerate, it made you all warm inside. 

As you settled together and finally got to position yourself comfortably, he leaned over you, taking a strand of your hair in his hand.

"At first, I thought you were joking when you said yes. I was waiting for the moment you would turn around and laugh, but you didn't. And I'm so glad you didn't, y/n. Because I'm happy you're here with me tonight." 

"I'm happy too, Eddie. Very happy. " He smiled before humming, satisfied with your words. You stayed silent for a bit, only observing him - rather than the beautiful night sky.

"I also brought some cookies. You like cookies, right?" You snorted because Eddie looked so childish, a huge contrast with the tough act he was usually pulling around you.

"I absolutely love cookies."

"Great. Awesome even! Do you want them-"

"Eddie,"

"Yeah?" He stopped talking as you straightened up.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course, darling, always,"

"How much did you have to pay for," you asked, showing the place with your hands, “all of that?”

"I don't think you wanna know," you guessed it was a lot, then. You sighed before looking at the border of the roof, looking away from him, even if you could feel his gaze on you.

"You didn't have to. Wasting your money on that isn't worth it."

"Shut up, y/n. It's not a waste if it's for you. Plus, I'm the one in charge of that shit, yeah? So just enjoy the moment with me."

"No, but, you don't understand, Eddie." You licked your bottom lip in apprehension, parting them after. "I'm not worth it, really. I don't even know why you keep chasing me, I don't know what you see in me that got you that riled up, honestly. I'm just plain boring, and I'm just… me," you finished in a whisper, scared to look at him and see the disappointment in his eyes.

"Oh y/n, come on. Don't pull that shit now. The moment I saw you in that bar, God, you have no idea how mesmerised I was. You were so confident, smiling and energetic. You were quite literally shining, blinding me in the process. And even if I was sure you would turn me off, I still tried my luck, because I don't know, I told myself you were so much more worth it than the other girls I've seen before. Hey, look at me," he cupped your face with his hands, forcing you to focus on him. You could feel your cheeks heating up, but even if you wanted to hide, even if you wanted to escape, you kept listening, because you knew Eddie wouldn't let you go anyway.

"You're so much more than just you, y/n. If only you saw what I'm seeing, God, you would be in awe too. You're worth every second, every minute, and every damn hour of my day. You're so interesting, so outgoing, and just so, so amazing. I'm never bored, I'm never annoyed with you, because that's just how it is. And I know it sounds cliché, I know it sounds cheesy, but I want you. Bloody hell, I want you so badly that it hurts sometimes, because I feel like you will never want me." He smiled sadly at you before pulling back, freeing you from his touch, a touch you immediately missed, the cold air now biting your cheeks.

"Eddie hold o-"

"I don't know if you took pity on me, I don't know if you think I'm pathetic and if that's why you accepted tonight, but-"

"Eddie!" You shouted, effectively cutting him off. He was breathless, a sign he talked too fast and too much, while your chest heaved slightly with deep inspiration.

"I never thought of you that way, never. I just... look. My last relationship has been a fucking hell for me. He cheated on me, gaslighted me into thinking I was the one responsible for that because I didn't want to have sex with him. But right after I gave him what he wanted... he just, he just…" you bit your lip to prevent the sobs, but you could already feel the tears threatening to show. "He just left. He left me behind, saying that I wasn't useful anymore, because hey, what could be the use of a virgin girl if she isn't anymore, right? And I guess- I guess I'm scared. I'm scared of abandonment, scared that if I give you access to my heart, you'll end up leaving me just like he did. And I don't want that, I don't want to be used that way again. It's too painful, you know…?" Your eyes fell on your fingers, a lump in your throat. Silence settled between the two of you as you refused to look up, but you sensed Eddie shifting a bit before he brought his hand to your knee, startling you.

"Y/N, I want you, it's not a secret I try to hide. And I can assure you, I'm definitely not like this guy. If you trusted me enough to let go, you would realise it," he was extremely close to you, but you didn't wince, you didn't shy away. 

Lifting your head up and meeting his eyes, you examined his face, something you did only when Eddie wasn't looking. But tonight, he was looking at you.

"I'm just scared,"

He brought his hand to the side of your face, caressing your cheek as you closed your eyes and leaned into the touch.

"And I promise, there's nothing to be scared of. I won't give you up. I will keep you so close to me that you'll be mad because you won't be able to breathe." You giggled before sighing, your eyes fluttering open once again. 

They fell on his eyes, which had a reassuring sparkle in them, before going south. His lips seemed so inviting, so soft. And maybe Eddie and you were connected, because you both leaned into each other before his hand wrapped around your nape and his mouth connected with yours.

It was a slow and soft kiss at first, before morphing into a deep one. Eddie snaked his arm around your waist and brought you to his lap as your fingers tangled with his hair. His kisses were demanding, but you gladly granted him access when the tip of his tongue teased your bottom lip.

You whined in his mouth when he pressed himself even harder on you—a thing that seemed impossible at first—and Eddie smiled against your lips.

Pulling back to breathe, you started playing with the chain adorning his neck, his hands stroking your hips.

"You have no fucking idea how much I wanted to kiss you like that, baby. Goddammit, feel like it's a dream," he whispered into your neck, and you could feel his lips ghosting over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. 

"Eddie…"

"Keep saying my name like that and you won't sleep in your bed tonight, y/n." 

"God, shut up!" He barked a laugh before pinching your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"Y/N, let me in. I swear to God, I'll make it right for you. Give me one chance, just one."

"You already know I'm gonna say yes, dummy." He smiled excitedly before pressing his lips on yours again, holding you so close to him that there wasn't any more space between your bodies.

You nibbled at his bottom lip with your teeth before tugging at it and letting it go, making Eddie grin.

"You're gonna get me all addicted to those lips, huh?" 

"That's the goal, Munson. Now, shall we finally watch the stars? Or do you have something else in mind?"

"No. Sounds good to me, you by my side, cookies and some warm blanket. Come here," you leaned into his chest, your back against his front as his legs surrounded you. 

You kept talking and teasing each other, your left hand intertwined with his as his right arm was around your chest, keeping you close to him.

You must have fallen asleep at some point, because the next thing you know, a shout woke you up, and it wasn't Eddie's. 

"Fuck, Y/N! Wake up! The security is here! We need to go!"

And well, let's just say that your first morning with Eddie Munson was spent running in the woods, trying to lose the agents. And as the brunette kept laughing and screaming, you could only try to breathe correctly, adrenaline coursing through your veins, a smile on your face.

And you could get used to it. You could get used to the storm that was Eddie Munson. You could even love the craziness, because with him, it was just easier. And well, apparently, your heart has clearly made its choice too. 

Oooh, I hope you have so much fun abroad! :D

Okay dokey, here are my fluff ideas this time around:

-Reader gets made fun of for having a seemingly silly phobia, but Loki happens to share the phobia (like, think of something not a lot of people would be afraid of)

-Loki overhears Reader singing really well, but she also refuses to sing in front of people because she was humiliated last time she tried, so Loki eavesdrops until Reader finds him one day

-Just have Reader and Loki floating around Avengers Tower acting like Gomez and Morticia Addams for 500 words, bonus if they get frisky in a public space and Satchel!Steve makes a cameo

Fluff Drabble Marathon II A link to my Fluff Library is HERE Warnings: Some steamy content/references. Still fluff (w/c 550) A link to my regular Masterlist is HERE [18+]

Public Displays of Affection

The door to the conference room opened. He was late to Rogers 7am meeting, as usual.

“Laufeyson, take a seat” Rogers chided, sighing as the god gracefully took the spot you’d saved for him at the otherwise full table.

“My love” Loki murmured, ignoring Steve and raising the back of your hand to his lips.

He pressed a kiss firmly against your skin, making you shiver. “My goddess…” another kiss planted against your wrist, “my queen…” he bit your forearm gently, sucking the skin; those piercing eyes never leaving yours.

“Excuse me.” Wilson huffed, throwing his arms in the air, “Is there a damn orgy on the agenda this morning? I guess I missed that email, huh?”

You felt heat rising in your cheeks as you pulled your arm away from Loki’s grasp, glancing apologetically around the table.

“I fail to see why it is my concern that your midgardian customs do not allow for lovers to greet each other in a fitting manner” Loki purred to Wilson, his eyebrows raising haughtily.

“Hey, Loki” Natasha quipped, sliding her arm across the table and resting her head on her palm, “I was enjoying it, makes a change from Captain Dry over here and his droning. No offence, Cap.” she chuckled as Steve threw his hands in the air.

“What else you got in that suave-bank, Laufeyson?” she said coyly, wriggling her eyebrows. Loki’s lips curled in a knowing smile, enjoying the opportunity for mischief unfolding.

“Indeed, Romanoff…” he murmured, turning his sultry gaze back to you. You melted. He could make you forget everything. Everyone. It could be quite inconvenient.

“In that case...Y/N you look positively ravishing this morning. The angelic sight of you fresh from your bed, rested and untouched by the day makes me quiver with the urge to worship you.” He leant forward, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek and tucking it behind your ear.

Loki’s eyes danced with amusement as his velvet voice continued to radiate through the air. “And I shall do so slowly...purposefully...an unravelling of the adoring thoughts that have been marinating in my mind since yesterday evening...”

The sound of Clint theatrically yakking broke the moment. “Jesus, man...I’ve just had breakfast.”

“I think it’s sweet…” Wanda cooed, resting her chin in her hand, “makes a change from you guys bottling everything up…” her eyes travelled towards Vis, who gestured in bemusement to Scott beside him.

“Sweet?” Wilson’s eyes grew wide in disbelief, “I feel like I’m watchin’ a peep show right now.”

“What does this mean, this...‘bottling up’?” Vis murmured to Scott, as the man beside him shrugged. “Don’t look at me dude, I have no idea what’s happening” Lang murmured, rubbing his eyes.

Loki’s lips found your neck, murmuring sweet praises only audible to you as you giggled in spite of yourself. Nat and Wanda gave each other appreciative looks as the men around the table threw their gaze to the ceiling, one by one.

“Ok...I think we’re gonna take ten and re-visit the start time of this meeting once Loki and Y/N have had time to properly greet each other” Steve huffed, before striding dramatically out the door.

“Wait up man…” Wilson shouted, pushing himself from the table, followed by each member of the team in tandem.

The bustle of footsteps making their way towards the canteen echoed in the hallway as Loki’s lips found yours, pressing against them with the burning passion of a thousand suns.

“You continue to bewitch me, love” he murmured, peppering kisses along the line of your cheekbones, “never stop…”

“Loki this is torture...they think we’re ridiculous” you giggled, leaning into the pressure of his mouth on your neck.

“To live without your affections, my love...only that would be torture.” he whispered gently against the raised hairs of your skin, “let them talk. I care only for the words from your lips when you bend willingly against my touch...”

Loki’s smouldering gaze bore into you, raising your hand once again as his wet tongue pressed in a longing kiss to the underside of your wrist.

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