"i kinda assumed that was obvious..."
Eddie Munson x Reader!Gender Neutral **[18+]**
summary: After a particularly long D&D session, you get ready to go home but Eddie asks you out on a late night adventure
tags: mutual!pining ; foreplay ; fingering ; protected sex
It was another long night of playing Dungeons and Dragons across the Hawkins High School gymnasium. You had all started at 8 o’clock sharp and the time was now encroaching on 10:30. The snacks had run out and your friends were starting to nervously glance at their watches, wondering if they were going to make it out by curfew.
Hellfire’s eccentric DM, Eddie Munson, leaned forward in his seat, his hands clasped together and brought to his lips. He watched as his players attempted to crack his latest dungeon puzzle and tried his best not to roll his eyes. These people could take on a hoard of skeletons and goblins no problem but when they come face to face with a door? He could practically hear their shared brain cell ping-ponging from each head.
You sat down the table from him. You were shifting through the extensive notes you took, trying to find a clue or a tool that could help.
You were a few months new to Hellfire. You had joined the group after being paired with Eddie in a science lab. It was the day everyone was supposed to be preparing for a test but, instead of taking notes on the lesson, Eddie was crouched over his composition notebook and scribbling furiously. You couldn’t help yourself so you innocently asked what he was doing.
“I can’t decide whether I want to have them fight 3 orcs or 4,” he said.
“O-Orcs? Like in Lord of the Rings?” you asked.
His ears perked up. “You’ve read Tolkien?”
“Yeah. It was a bit of a slog to get through. He really does go on and on about trees,” you responded smartly.
With this he started to chuckle. “If you must know, I’m planning an attack for my D&D campaign next week.”
“Now you’ve lost me,” you smiled.
“I run the Dungeons and Dragons club, Hellfire? You know, we wear these cool t-shirts.” He said, gesturing to the faded tee under his jacket. The scary red demon sneered back at you.
“Did you make that yourself?” you laughed.
Eddie beamed, “I did, indeed. This is genuine sharpie!”
You leaned into him and smiled, “Where can I get me one?”
“You gotta join Hellfire,” he smirked in an impish way, “Unless you’re scared.” He held out his hand for you.
“You don’t know the lengths I’d go for a free t-shirt.” You shook his hand.
Many long nights later, you established yourself as “Lord Brasinworth Gwynith of Fflewdurr”, human barbarian. It was tough in the beginning, getting the rest of Hellfire warmed up to the idea of a stranger infiltrating the group. Luckily, you knew that they could be easily won over with a few good slices of pizza.
“I’m going to pick the lock using my thief’s tools,” Gareth tried, looking anxiously up at the benevolent DM.
“I’ve already inspected the door, dingus. It doesn’t have any traditional locking mechanisms,” Jeff interjected, “It’s clearly locked by some kind of magic.”
“Then why didn’t you dispel the magic?” Gareth spat.
“Because I used all my spell slots on that stupid mimic that SOMEONE had to try and open!”
Eddie rubbed his fingers to his temples. “ENOUGH!” The two bickering boys fell silent. “We’ll pick this up next week.”
“C’mon, Eddie! We can’t leave it here!” Gareth said.
“It’s just a stupid door!” Jeff followed, “Let’s keep going!”
“Y/N,” Eddie barked, arms crossed, “What say you?”
You snapped up at your name being called. The entirety of the group looked to you for your answer. You could feel the pressure mounting. The only solace you found was in your DM’s warm brown eyes. He started to soften when your eyes met his.
“I think we should come back to this,” you said, “We’ll solve the puzzle better with a clearer head.”
Eddie’s lips turned up into a smile. He rose from behind his folder and gestured to the group. “Until next time, friends.” The rest of Hellfire let out a collective groan and began to pack up their things. You sheepishly began packing your things away into your backpack, same as the others. Player after player left the building, until it was just the two of you.
Inspecting the amount of trash to be cleaned up, you decided to stay behind and help. Eddie silently watched as you picked up loose Hostess cake wrappers and styrofoam cups from the table. Dumping the rest of the garbage in a nearby can, you decided to break the silence.
“You’re very good at making puzzles,” you said. Immediately you feel the heat rise in your cheeks. What a stupid thing to say, you thought.
“I might venture to say I’m too good at making puzzles,” your DM chuckled.
“I mean, it’s not your fault that we’re idiots,” you laugh.
He placed a hand over his heart dramatically. “I’ve never said any of you were! Well, at least not to your faces.” The corners of his lips turn up into a smile, “I’m kidding. I would never call you an idiot, Highness.”
Eddie only called you “Highness” whenever you were playing as your character. He must’ve found it incredibly amusing but he had no idea the effect it truly had on you. Whether you were planning to or not, you began developing a crush on your DM. It started in secret, and you tried to deny it, thinking that you were just excited to play D&D or attending science class that day.
It was a mixture of his roguish looks and his attitude. You wanted to hear him talk about the things he was excited for, whether that be the campaign, music, books, movies, anything. Where others in the school found him creepy or weird, you found his quirks endearing. You truly didn’t understand how someone so genuinely funny and playful could have such a horrendous reputation. Not that he seemed to mind (or, if he did, he never showed it).
The last of the garbage was picked up and Eddie swung his backpack onto his shoulder. You felt now was the time to start saying goodbye and walk to your car but he stopped you.
“Y’know, I was thinking about stopping by the game store and seeing if they had any new campaigns out,” Eddie said. He had his hands in his pockets, his thumbs hanging through the belt loops. His head was quirked to the left a touch as he looked at you through his bangs.
You blinked a few times, trying to compose yourself in front of this cutie. “There’re game stores open this late?”
“No, but I know a guy who works at the one near the mall.” He stepped toe to toe closer to you, “If we go now, I think he should still be there cleaning up.”
You lower your eyes into a squint.
His impish smirk came back full force on his face, “They also have comics.”
“Alright, I’m down,” you said, “But I’m driving.”
Eddie began to bounce with excitement and you felt a surge of joy knowing it was you who caused it.
The parking lot was expectantly deserted at 11 o’clock at night. The neon sign advertising the game store was the only source of light on the side of the street. You put your car into park and began to unbuckle your seatbelt.
Thoughts of Michael Meyers and Freddy Kruger filled your mind as you realized how seemingly alone you two were. This was prime time for mugging and you doubted you had the same battle experience as your D&D character.
Eddie exploded from the passenger seat, oblivious to the dark.
“We gotta go to the back door,” he said. He took your hand in his and began walking quickly behind the store. You did your best to keep up with his gait and quell your heart from springing out of your chest.
The singular lightbulb adjacent to the back door was flickering lazily. A few small bugs buzzed around and bonked their heads against it. Eddie used his free hand to knock a secret rhythm. He gave you a quick wink as you both could hear the scuffling of tired feet.
“Munson,” a man said wearily through the opened crack in the door. His reddened eyes gave you a once over, “And guest.”
“Charlie, we were wondering if we might be able to have a lil’ looksie at your handbook selection,” Eddie said, flashing a charming smile, “Wizards of the Coast. I’m sure you’re familiar.”
“You know I don’t do nothing for you for free,” the man dubbed Charlie drawled.
“You don’t have to worry about that,” Eddie reassured, “I’ve got you covered.”
“What about them,” Charlie said, eyeing you again, “They cool?”
Your eyes widen as both men turn their attention towards you. You’re not stupid. You knew that Eddie delt from time to time. Charlie was clearly a customer.
Charlie huffed and closed the door. The sliding locks were removed and the door yawned wide with the man gesturing you inside.
“I’ll give you fifteen minutes,” he said as you two passed.
“You know I appreciate you, man,” Eddie said, clapping Charlie’s hand, sufficiently passing off his merchandise. Skipping ahead, Eddie held open the door to the front of the store for you.
You made your way to the fold up table in the middle of the room that was stacked with boxes of single-issue comics. You squealed as you started flipping through the issues one by one.
Beside you, you heard a loud, “YES!” You turned your head and Eddie was triumphantly holding up his prize.
“The Cult of Vecna,” you read from the cover. He gave you the book to read the inscription on the back. “Evil cultists… dark wizard…. hivemind? You think we’re ready for this?”
“After a few sessions, I believe it’s possible,” he grinned dazzlingly at you.
You couldn’t help but begin to laugh. “Eddie, if I may remind you, we stopped the last session because we couldn’t figure out how to open a door!”
“Ye of little faith!” he exclaimed, snatching the book back.
“I’m just being realistic!” You rolled your eyes playfully.
“Just you wait,” he smirked, “You’ll learn to eat those words.”
“Does that mean you want me back?” you asked.
Eddie took a pause, reading your face. “I- uh… I kinda assumed that was obvious.” Color rose to his cheeks, “I think you fit in well with the rest of the boys.”
It was your turn now to begin blushing. The corners of your lips quirked up as you turned your attention back to your pile of comics. “Well, uh… you did make it easy,” you said quietly under your breath, unsure if he heard you.
He did hear you. He sheepishly grinned as he drummed his fingers on the book’s hardback cover. He was relieved, the first time that you spoke to him, that you were different than the rest of the kids that went to Hawkins. Normally people avoided him like the plague or else attempted to make his life a living hell. He tried his best not to let it get to him but, in his darkest hours, he would admit that it got horribly lonely. Even Eddie “The Freak” Munson wasn’t prone to bouts of depression.
Having you strike up a conversation nearly threw him off his rhythm. It was a gamble with every person who dared defy the social norm by talking to him. He thought he’d done a good job at creating a vibe that was just weird enough for people to leave him alone but he was uncharacteristically surprised when you became interested instead of repulsed. Especially because he thought you were cute. He also thought he seriously lucked out that you had even agreed to join Hellfire in the first place.
And now you were here with him in one of his favorite stores, engrossed in the comics put out before you. He was completely enamored with the way your eyes would spark with excitement when you found a comic you liked. It drove him crazy when your hair would fall into your face and you’d frustratingly brush it aside, only for it to fall again. He constantly felt like he needed to make sure you were having fun at sessions, always glancing at you from behind his folder to gauge your reactions.
To put it simply, he was smitten.
Eddie turned to see Charlie in the corner, eyeing them, poking at his wrist, letting them know their time was almost up. He picked up a few comics from your pile and put them on top of his book.
“I’m buying these for you,” he said simply.
You shook your head. “No, really, it’s okay. I still have some leftover lunch money in my pockets.”
His eyebrow cocked challengingly and gave a tiny shake of his head. “Nope! It’s been decided,” he smirked, “Consider it as a thanks for the ride.”
Your cheeks flared but you grinned back at him, “At least let me buy you a late dinner. There’s a burger place not too far from here that’s open 24/7.”
He chuckled, “If you insist.”
“I’m not insisting, actually. I can just drive us there whether you want to or not.” You crossed your arms across your own Hellfire branded shirt, “It’s my car, after all.”
“You’re kidnapping me?” he said, gasping scandalously.
“It’s not kidnapping! It’s more ‘driving someone somewhere against their will’.”
At this he laughed loudly, causing your heart to twinge in happiness. Eddie slapped a couple of bills onto the counter where Charlie normally rang up. The two of you exited the shop from the front entrance and dumped the merchandise in the back seat of your car.
You sped down the road with the windows down and the radio blasting. There was a chill that still lingered in the air from the winter months. Your hair flew wildly around your faces as you picked up speed. The moon cast an ethereal glow onto the road ahead.
You pulled into the drive-thru of the burger joint and ordered two burgers and an extra large fry to share. After getting the food, you decided to park in the remote parking lot, under a street lamp. Eddie cocked his seat back, making himself at home, as the two of you shoveled the greasy food into your mouths.
“I did not realize I was this hungry,” Eddie mused.
“I think the last Hostess cake was eaten around 9,” you said between mouthfuls, “And I guarantee you that it was Gareth who ate it.”
He tsked disapprovingly, “Damn Gareth.”
“Damn Gareth,” you agreed.
Eddie snuck a glance back in your direction, admiring the soft glow of the street lamp on your skin. You could feel him staring, and nervously swallowed your last bite.
“What?” you asked innocently.
“Why’d you join Hellfire?” he asked.
You thought about it for a second. That’s a very good question, you thought. It wasn’t like you to be joining random clubs just because a cute boy asked you to.
“I liked your t-shirt,” you replied simply.
Eddie shook his head, “That can’t be it, can it?”
You chuckled, “Are you trying to get me to confess something? Because, if that’s the case, you can forget about it.”
Eddie swallowed, “Confess?” His heart had skipped a beat. “What’s there that needs to be confessed?”
“I don’t know,” you challenged, “Why’d you invite me to Hellfire?”
Eddie squinted his eyes and pursed his lips. He leaned his body casually against the passenger side door, taking you in completely. You watched him carefully, your eyes never straying from his face.
“You liked my t-shirt,” he said at last. You scoffed and tossed a french fry at him. He tried his best to catch it in his mouth and missed it completely. The two of you burst into a fit of giggles. “But seriously,” he stated, “There aren’t many people in school who would be seen with Eddie ‘The Freak’. So, what gives?”
You sighed and shrugged your shoulders, “I never believed in those shitty rumors about you.”
Eddie leaned on the console between you two. “Oh no?”
You shook your head. “Most of them were started by the basketball team anyway and their heads are massively inflated. I knew you were a recluse but you weren’t bothering anyone for the most part.” You felt excitedly nervous as his brown eyes watched you intently, hanging on every word. “I don’t know. You seemed harmless.”
He smiled a crooked smile, “Me? Harmless?”
You watched his lips part and wondered if it was getting hot in the car or if it was just you. “Are you trying to get me to stroke your ego, Munson?”
He noticed your line of sight and his cheeks began to bloom. “I just like hearing you compliment me, Highness.”
Your face betrayed you with a small smile. The two of you watched each other’s lips as gravity began to pull you in. Eddie’s lips were soft, almost unsure of himself. It was as if he were dreaming and he didn’t want things to move too fast, lest he wake up. When he was 99% positive he was awake, he deepened the kiss.
You were overcome by the smell of him. He tasted of old cigarettes and smelled like cologne he probably stole from the mall. You beckoned him into you as you cupped his face with your hands. His hand wrapped around your head, his fingers and rings tangling into your hair. His body leaned forward over the console, pushing yours against the driver’s side door. Your lips parted and he stuck his tongue into your mouth, letting out a soft moan.
Your spine shivered with energy as he leaned further into you, his hand now finding its way to your chest. He traveled from your jawline down to your neck, where he began nibbling on you. A shudder escaped you as his tongue traced circles against your new hickie.
“Go to the backseat,” you urged. Without another word, he slipped over the console onto his back, shoving the books off the cushions. You followed him over, straddling him.
“Y/N,” he moaned as your lips reconnected. You began to grind on him, feeling his excitement poke through his jeans. His hands found their way under your shirt, where he began to grasp and fondle you. You returned the favor and started marking him along his neck. Your fingers also toyed with the edge of his shirt, skirting it up to expose his torso.
He sat up with you and pulled his shirt away, revealing more poorly done stick’n’poke tattoos. Both of your breathing became heavy as you crashed together. Your head knocked against the glass but you were too busy to care. He began to fondle you against your pants and you could feel yourself becoming wet with desire.
“I want you,” he mumbled into your skin. You were practically a puddle in his hands.
A loud rapping startled the two of you and a flashlight beam broke through the window. A patrol officer shined the light on the both of your faces with a disapproving scowl.
“Am I interrupting anything?” The officer asked when the window rolled down.
Eddie sighed begrudgingly, not looking the intruder in the face. “No, officer. We were just leaving.”
The officer clucked his tongue, “Yeah. Sure you were, Munson.” He turned the blinding beam on you, “Get going. I’m sure your parents are expecting you.”
You gave a curt nod, shifting up in the seat, red with embarrassment. “Yessir.”
“You could do a lot better, y’know,” the officer finished, walking back to his patrol car. You glared daggers in his direction. Eddie flipped him off.
“Fucking asshole,” you grumbled under your breath. You climbed over the console again and into the driver’s seat. When you both were situated, you cranked the gears and gunned it in the opposite direction.
The car came to a crunching halt on the gravel outside Eddie’s trailer. The two of you had sat in awkward silence the entirety of the trip.
“Please don’t take what that pig said to heart,” you said carefully.
“It’s fine. I get it all the time.” Eddie gave you a reassuring smile.
“That doesn’t make it any less okay,” you interjected, “You’re a good person.”
Eddie pursed his lips again and averted his gaze to his hands on his lap. After a pregnant beat he spoke. “Would you like to come inside for some coffee?”
You glanced at the clock on your dashboard. 12:45 a.m. Your parents were probably wondering where you ran off to.
The trailer was exactly what you expected to look like on the inside. It was dark, even with the lights turned on. The constant drone of the generator outside provided ambiance. Eddie shrugged out of his jacket and looked around sheepishly.
“I swear we clean… sometimes,” he grinned, embarrassed. You didn’t care in the least. You could tell his demeanor had changed. He was self-conscious, now that you were standing in his living room. It was a complete contrast from the confident swagger he exuded in school. However, you couldn’t tell if it was from the officer encounter or if he was becoming shy due to what happened between you in the backseat of your car.
Eddie rinsed out the stained coffee pot next to the sink and threw away the old grounds. He became extremely aware of your presence in his home. It was exhilarating having you near him, among familiar territory. He didn’t bring just anyone over.
After starting a new pot, he turned to you, “W-Would you like to see my guitar?”
“I’m offended you even have to ask,” you replied, hoping to break up the tension. His familiar crooked smile spread on his face once again as he took your hand in his. He beckoned you into his room in the back of the trailer. A stunning electric guitar hung on the wall adjacent to the bed. He dismounted it and strung it around his shoulders. You couldn’t suppress a giggle. He looked so hot.
He took a seat on his bed and gestured for you to join him. “Now, don’t judge me. I’m still learning this song,” he started. You blinked cutely and propped your head up on your fists. He grinned, shook his head and began to strum.
The music came out fast and lively. It stank of hardcore metal, which your DM was infamously fond of. He bobbed his head to the beat as his fingers started to shred. You watched those fingers, mesmerized, and crudely wondered what they’d feel like inside you.
He stopped suddenly, “That’s about as much as I can do so far.”
“Metallica, right?” you said.
He started to golf clap. “Very good! Someone has been doing their homework!”
“It’s only one of the few bands you constantly gush about 24/7,” you giggled, crossing your legs.
“So you were listening!” He brought his hands to his heart in admiration, “Sometimes I wondered whether anyone was.”
“It’s hard to ignore when you do. Your face gets all jumpy.”
He barked out a laugh, “Jumpy?”
“I don’t know how to describe it! You just twitch! I don’t know,” you laughed with him. “It’s cute.”
Eddie hid his face behind a chunk of his hair, “You think I’m cute?” He was as red as the demon on his shirt.
You tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. It only ended up falling in your face again. “I kinda assumed that was obvious.”
Eddie reached across the way and brushed your hair aside. Your skin tingled where he touched you. His hand lingered by your ear.
“I would really like to kiss you again,” he murmured.
“What’s stopping you?” you asked breathlessly.
He shook his head as he shrugged his guitar off his body. His hands grasped the sides of your face as he pulled you into him. Your lips molded together as if they’d never been apart. He brushed more hair out of your face and began to kiss you all over. Your hands found their way to the hem of the Hellfire shirt once more and yanked it off of him.
He began to climb on top of you, gently guiding you down onto his mattress. You started to work on your own clothing as his hand skimmed your hot skin. You couldn’t get naked fast enough.
With you now shirtless, Eddie worked his way down your neck and past your collar bones, leaving in its wake, a trail of wet kisses. He grappled onto one of your nipples, causing your breathing to hitch in your throat. You took this moment to wrap your legs around his torso, slamming his pelvis into yours. He was throbbing.
You palmed him through his jeans. “Get them off me,” he hissed. You unbuckled his belt and pulled down his boxers along with his pants. He kicked them off and you could finally see what he was packing.
It was thick like a can of soda.
“Fuck me!” you said incredulously.
“With pleasure,” he growled. His hand reached into your pants and he began to rub you. You let out a sharp gasp as your body erupted with pleasure. You helped to undo your own pants and they were carelessly tossed to the floor.
Eddie’s hand grabbed your waist, squeezing tightly. He rubbed you harder and faster now. Your back began to arch as your mouth opened in a silent scream. Your legs were becoming numb.
“You’re so cute,” he gasped, “You’re so fucking cute!” He slipped his fingers inside, earning a yelp. He pumped and twiddled inside you. Now you knew what it felt like to be his guitar.
“Eddie,” you whimpered, “I-I can’t! I’m gonna-!” A shudder rocked through your whole body, leaving you both wet and sticky. You collapsed onto the mattress, sufficiently sweaty and panting. Eddie brought his fingers to his lips and tasted you.
Your head was spinning. Where the hell did he learn to do that?!
“Is it your turn now?” you panted.
Eddie bit down on his lip, “You want to?”
You looked down at his still throbbing cock and nodded vigorously. “Consider it pay back for dinner,” you grinned slyly.
Eddie threw his head back and groaned. “Fuck, you’re hot.”
He frantically reached for a rubber inside his night stand and tore the wrapper open with his teeth. You reached up and kissed him hungrily, stroking him as well. He bit at your lips as he rolled the condom down his shaft. He positioned himself between your legs and stared deeply into your eyes. You nodded once more and you could feel the tip begin to enter. You hissed as he plunged further into you.
Eddie pumped slowly, reading your reaction. Your legs clamped around his waist tightly and your fingers began to dig into his back. Attaching his lips once again to your neck, he gradually picked up speed. The mattress box creaked with every thrust, making noisy music with the generator outside.
Eddie grasped your ass in both his hands. The only noises he made were those of shuddering gasps and occasional whines. Your toes curled as you felt every last inch of him slam into you. You couldn’t think, you could hardly breathe. Even if you could manage a cohesive thought, you never would’ve imagined your night ending with you being plowed by your DM.
Likewise, Eddie would’ve never guessed he would be burying his dick inside you just a few short hours after your D&D session. He’d need to remind himself to buy a lottery ticket before his luck ran out.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he grunted, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck fuck fuck! Y/N!!” You buried your face in the crook of his neck as he came inside you. At last, you two crumpled on top of each other, panting like you both ran multiple marathons at once. Once he regained himself, Eddie propped himself up on his elbows. His long hair skirted across your sweaty face. His eyes searched yours as you both erupted into laughter. “Are you alright?”
You nodded contented, smiling large, “I’m good! Are you?”
“Better than I’ve felt in a while,” he responded. He placed a sweet peck on your forehead. “You still want some coffee?”
You returned the kiss, “It’d be a waste to refuse otherwise.”
