♱𝔭𝔲𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰♱ {Eddie Munson x reader smut}

𝟠. 𝕮𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙

               
               Eddie gave me something to wipe my stomach off with before setting my clothes on the back of the sofa for me. He put his boxers back on and made himself comfortable on the couch. I threw on his dirty hellfire club shirt and then my underwear before joining him on the sofa. We cuddled on the couch while smoking and talking about, well who knows what really, it was easy to get lost in random conversations with Eddie.

"Ya know, when I first saw you..." Eddie said as he took a long drag of the joint. "I definitely didn't expect for us to end up, here... in Reefer Rick's Nasty Ass shed... because I'm wanted for murder." He laughed and shook his head in disbelief from above me. "Hey, I didn't expect to end up in Reefer Rick's nasty ass shed with a wanted murder." I said playfully from his lap. "Can I ask you something?" I fittled with his long dark hair. "Mhm." He examined his hands and adjusted his rings one by one. "What did you expect when you first saw me?" I inquired whilst sitting up from his chest where I had been leaning comfortably. I shifted in his lap so that I was facing him. His face turned slightly pink, he looked away quickly and covered his face with his long curly hair before looking back at me.

"Uhm, I dunno." He scratched the back of his neck. "I, uh, I guess I kinda pictured us getting high and having fun at the arcade, or watching horror movies at the theater, just... having fun around town, ya know?.." his smile faded as I watched him get lost in his thoughts. "That does sound like a lot of fun..." I smiled sheepishly. "...but with the whole, being wanted for murder Bullshit, I can kiss all that goodb-" He hissed and threw his head back. "Eddie, calm down. I'm going figure it out." I reassured him as he took a long drag of the joint. "All right, all right." He sighed. "Soo, what about you?" He smiled as he lifted his head back up. "Huh?" I tilted my head to the side in confusion. "When you first saw me," he laughed and ran his hands through his soft hair. "what did you expect?" He asked while passing me the spliff.

              "Uhm, I don't know." I took a few hits and laughed awkwardly before handing him the joint and getting up from the couch. I returned a second later with my backpack. "Here I'll show you something," I said as I pulled my sketchbook out of the bag and flipped through the pages. "Here it is!" I handed him the notebook and pointed to the doodle of him. "I couldn't see your face, your hair was in the way." I giggled because I could still picture him scribbling away in his own note book. "Can I keep this?" His eyes went wide. I nodded and he carefully tore it from the book. "Up until you magically appeared behind me that day, you were just this mystery boy with pretty hair." I shrugged jokingly. "Ok, so what about after that day?" He laughed and poked my side before passing me the joint. "After that day... I guess, I kinda imagined we'd have more days like that." I admitted before took a few hits of the joint. "Sorry about that," he looked away. "It's ok," I shook my head and held out the weed.

               "If you somehow manage to clear my name, what's the first thing you want to do?" He smiled as he traced his own tattoo with his finger. "Hmm, a movie and the arcade sounds nice..." I smiled and blushed a bit. "Oh my god!" His face lit up. "You should come see me and my band play at this local bar called The Hideout!" He blurted out in excitement. "We're called The Corroded Coffin and we play for a crowd... of about five drunks." He laughed. "I know it's not exactly the garden, but you've gotta start somewhere, right?" He smiled and placed the joint in between his lips. "That sounds sick! But I wouldn't be able to ge-" I began. "You'd be ridin with the band baby~" he bit his lip as he looked me up and down and smiled. "I'll be damned if they don't let you in." He laughed and rolled his eyes playfully. "Shit, joints out." He held up the burnt filter. "That was the last one I had on me, want me to run home and grab some more? I think I still have some prerolled." I smiled and sat up from the couch. "Mm, yes." He smiled eagerly. Fuck, that damn smile.
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