Eddie Munson X Reader - Blog Posts

Please can you write something sweet with Eddie making reader a pink sleeved Hellfire shirt😮‍💨🥹

cute, cute, cute. thank you for the request!

again, clearing some requests out so my apologies for taking so freaking long! all my love 🖤

((a thousand points to your Hogwarts House if you know where the title is from))

Happy Little Accident

pairing: Eddie Munson x female!reader

fandom: Stranger Things

word count: (she's a shorty!) 2.4k+

note: author is burnt out! author's blood is coffee, weed, and nicotine!

warnings: i think there's cursing, but outside that, it's short and sweet and Eddie's a bumbling mess 'cause you're so pretty. #facts.

🔞 none of the following content is appropriate for minors 🔞 ❌ all taglists are discontinued 🚫 i do not give permission for any of my work to be posted, copied, translated, or uploaded to any other platforms 🚫

"That looks... Uh, interesting, Eddie. New color scheme?" Dustin rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yeah, man, really, uh... Creative?" Mike tried to copy, staring at the newest shirt in Eddie's hands.

"Glad you're being true to yourself, my man," Lucas beamed, nodding in approval with an encouraging thumbs up; making all of Hellfire look at him with bewilderment. "What?"

"What're you talking about?" Gareth chuckled, offering a pinched look at the Freshman.

"I mean," Lucas looked around nervously, "aren't we talking about the shirt Eddie's holding?"

"We are," Jeff confirmed.

"Well, if Eddie's into wearing pink, I'm just saying, we support him," Lucas defended hotly, looking offended by his friends. "Well, I support you, man," he directed at Eddie.

"Dude," Eddie chuckled, "'s not for me."

"Okay? Who's it for then?" Lucas wondered, earning another round of disbelieving looks. "What now!?"

"Are you just messing with us?" Gareth chuckled, looking to Dustin and Mike. "He's messing with us, right?"

"He is," Dustin covered, "because it's obvious that the shirt's for Y/N... Right?" He looked to Eddie.

"It is," he relented, making the Freshman sigh a collective breath of relief. "I was thinking of making her an official member of Hellfire. Any objections?"

Jeff scoffed, "Yeah, 'cause we're gonna say no to your girlfriend joining the club?"

"She's not my girlfriend," Eddie rushed to explain, his ears burning brightly under his embarrassment and long locks.

"I mean," Gareth laughed, "you made a shirt just for her..."

"So?" Eddie sighed, glancing to the shirt in his hands, then to all the present members of Hellfire. "So what?"

"Where'd you get it?" Mike wondered.

"I made it, not like we have shirts for girls laying around..."

At his revelation, the boys all hollered, "Ho-Hoooo! Yeaaah!"

"What?" Eddie groaned, slouching into his throne; tossing his legs over an arm rest, "What're you guys on about now?"

He sounded exasperated, but Jeff knew he was desperately curious. So, he relented, "Dude, you stayed late every day last week to use the sewing club's machines."

"So?"

"So!" He laughed, "We know you're into her!"

"You literally made her a custom Hellfire shirt," Mike smirked. "I mean, the pink sleeves are a nice touch."

He shrugged, "She has a black-sleeved one."

"You mean she has one of yours," Dustin teased, snickering to Mike and Lucas as Jeff and Garth watched from across the table as Eddie sighed and pinned them with a stony look.

"So what?" Eddie eventually asked. "She likes pink!"

"It's cute, leave him alone," Jeff eventually sighed, smirking at his Dungeon Master. "Is she coming tonight?"

"I asked her to," he nodded with a small smile, not meeting any eyes. Then, as if he couldn't help himself, Eddie was asking, "You think she's into me?"

He wasn't expecting them all to burst out in laughter - like, genuine laughter. Where Gareth smacked the table and Dustin almost doubled over, kind of laughter.

"What? What!?" Eddie rushed in alarm.

"Dude!" Lucas snickered, "I've never seen anyone so smitten. Girl's got it bad for you - but you're not really any better."

"Really?" Eddie asked, much more sheepishly. It was such a turncoat from their usually charismatic leader, that the boys settled down before sharing fond, yet mischievous looks.

"Dude," Mike nodded, "she's definitely into you. Should ask her out."

"Nah, maybe not," Eddie shook his head.

"Why not?" Dustin wondered in earnest. "I mean - you're you! She's into you! C'mon, man!"

But Eddie admitted, "She deserves someone better than whatever I'm offering. Know she got into Princeton? And Stanford, apparently."

"Shit," Mike looked at Lucas with sadness; but only for the limited timeframe you two faced, and not because you got into college. They understood that most teenagers were frothing at the mouth to get their college acceptance letters - you even went as far to pay for early admission - simply because it would get you guys out of Hawkins faster.

"Doesn't matter, you guys still have the rest of the year," Dustin covered, nodding with enthusiasm now. "And prom! You haven't gone before, now you can go with Y/N!"

"Who's Y/N going to prom with?" You asked as you entered the room, smiling at the guys as you shut it behind you. "Oh, am I late? I'm so sorry, you guys!"

"No, no, we're still setting up," Gareth assured, clearing his throat. "Here, we saved you a spot," he nudged Jeff and together, they shuffled down the table to free the spot right next to Eddie.

"Thanks, guys," you smiled, patting their shoulders as you took your seat. "Hi," you directed at the others, glancing at Eddie.

"Hey, N/N," Lucas cooed. "Say, that's a nice shirt. Is yellow your favorite color?"

You glanced at your button-up, "Oh, no, my mom just thinks it's a nice blouse. I had another college interview today."

"For which school?" Dustin asked with curiosity.

"Oh, it's for Indiana State," you shrugged a bit. "Figured I'd check a few in-state schools out, in case I choose to stay close to home."

"Awh," Dustin cooed.

"But to answer your question," you nodded at Lucas, "my favorite color is this light shade of pink. It reminds me of my Nana's flower garden."

"Oh, that's nice," Jeff assured. "Hey, Eddie? Didn't you have something for N/N?"

Your attention turned, smiling at an obviously uncomfortable Eddie. "No, hey, it's cool - "

"No, no, they're right," Eddie rushed, clearing his throat after. "Y/N, you've been playing Hellfire with us for a few weeks now, and I thought it was time we invite you into the club," he presented the shirt, adding, "officially?"

You cooed loudly, unable to restrain your excitement as you took the shirt and opened it to look at it in full. "Eddie!" You gasped, "This is amazing! Oh, my God!"

You missed the way his cheeks flared brightly then, shifting in his seat to try and lessen the feeling of embarrassment as you leaned over to gush at the modifications he made with Jeff and Garth.

Eddie caught Dustin's eye, watching the Freshman nod encouragingly at you. He sighed and flipped the kid his middle finger, getting started with his prep before the game started. But a quick glance around the table had you standing, "I'll be right back, I'm gonna change really quick!"

The boys watched you rocket out of the room - truly intent to take as little time as possible, since you knew Eddie to be (decently) punctual when it came to starting games. When you were out of sight, all of the boys rounded on Eddie with harsh glares.

"What?" He snipped.

"What're you waiting for?" Lucas asked.

"Seriously, dude!" Mike whined.

"GO!" Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Gareth, and Jeff all shouted; making Eddie flinch to his feet, mumbling about their 'loud voices' as he scurried out of the room. As he turned down the hall, you were slipping from the girls' bathroom, admiring your new shirt.

"Hey," Eddie smiled, earning your attention.

"Eddie, hey, hi," you beamed in return. "This looks too cool, thank you!" You admired the shirt with pink sleeves again, petting over the material. "You all right? Isn't the game about to start?"

"Yeah, uh, inna sec... I just wanted to ask you... Uh, something..."

"Eddie, you all right?" You asked softly, only a foot between you both as the deserted hallway seemed to stretch around you in all directions. You were only focused on his eyes, and Eddie's breath caught in his throat a few times.

"Yeah," he breathed. "Listen, uh, I-I just wanted to tell you," he nodded, watching you smile patiently, "that the past few weeks we've been hanging out has been... Uh, you know, really great."

"Yeah, it's been fun," you agreed.

"Yeah - great - fun!" He nodded, blinking a few times to clear his mind and get back on track. "W-Which is why I wanted to ask, you know, um, if you're free, and only if you wanted to, uh, because no pressure, you can totally say no, and, um, I would understand, I mean, I would be pretty bummed, but I'd understand - "

"Eddie?"

"Yeah?"

"You're rambling, honey," you smiled brighter at him, nodding slowly as you reached for his forearm. "You wanna pause and, just, breathe for a sec?"

"Yeah, okay," he chuckled, clearing his throat as he glanced down at your hand. Thinking he didn't like it, you removed your hand. "Um, I just, look," he sighed, "I like you... Maybe more than I should," he chuckled to himself. "And I wanted to ask if you wanted to, maybe, go on a date with me?"

He was avoiding your eyes, making you smile lightly and reach for him again, "Hey, Eddie? Wanna look at me real quick?" When his eyes flashed up to meet yours, he only found a pleasant expression on your face, your lips looking far too soft for his sanity, assuring, "I'd really like to go on a date with you."

"You would?"

"I would," you chuckled, letting your hand fall to his hand. "I've kinda liked you for a while."

"You have?"

You laughed a little louder, "I have. Since your first senior year, actually."

"Oh, my God," he laughed, his hand naturally conforming around your own. "Oh, wow, okay, yeah, so, cool, cool! Really cool."

"Totally cool," you smirked.

"Yeah - really cool - totally cool, yeah," he repeated nervously. "S-So you like the shirt?"

"I do," you assured, squeezing his hand. "It was very thoughtful, thank you so much, again."

"Yeah," he breathed, "no problem... Call it a happy little accident."

"You were trying to do laundry again, weren't you?"

His cheeks flared brightly, "Maybe."

"What was it?"

He shrugged, "Wayne's Nationals tee shirt in with some of my white shirts."

"Oh, honey," you laughed. "Well, it is a happy little accident, and it really works in your favor, so, thank you. Oh," you looked down at your hand when something felt slick, "Eddie, y-your fingers are bleeding!"

"Shit," he hissed, pulling his hand away, "sorry, sorry, fuck, that's so embarrassing, fuck, I'm sorry, fuck."

"What happened to you?" You asked, tugging him with you back down the hall and into the deserted girls' bathroom to run his hands under water. He winced some when you pumped soap onto the raw injury, you repeating your question.

"These might be battle wounds from me fighting the sewing machine making your shirt," he chuckled, relaxing some as the initial sting wore off until the water ran clear again.

"You're so fucking cute, oh, my God," you giggled a bit, pulling a paper towel down to blot at his hands. "You handmade this?"

He nodded sheepishly, wiggling his ringed fingers at you, "Got the wounds to prove it."

"Thank you," you whispered, smiling up at him as you dried his hands slowly. "Might be the nicest thing someone's given me. It's really thoughtful."

"Anything for you," he whispered, your faces hovering over one another as his eyes sucked you in before holding you hostage. Not even knowing when his hands left yours, they were suddenly pressing into your waist to draw you in closer, forehead gently meeting yours to ask, "This okay?"

"Mhm," you agreed softly, lifting your chin to lightly skim your lips over his; waiting for his move. You didn't wait long, as with your next breath, he was descending upon you; searing a kiss to your lips as his hands tightened to bunch your new shirt slightly.

Lost in the motions, your own hands rose to latch around his neck; soon sliding your fingers into his long locks and tightened. By the way Eddie's breath picked up, you figured you were doing something right, and pushed onto your toes to lessen the distance between you. Eddie's body then pressed you into the sink, and all known thought was lost...

Until...

bang - bang - bang

"Y/N! You in there?" Dustin called from outside the bathroom after banging on the door.

"Yeah, what's up, Dusty?" You answered after pulling away from Eddie, pushing a finger to his smirking lips. He instead drew you closer, making your bottom lip roll between your teeth to fight your giggle when he nuzzled your neck.

"You seen Eddie?"

"Uh," you smirked, "no?"

"Oh, well, we're set up when you're ready! I'm gonna go look for him."

"Check out back, he might be having a cigarette!" You called, Eddie's teeth raking over sensitive skin as you fought off your laughter.

"Thanks!"

You heard his footsteps rocketing down the hallway, laughing into Eddie's lips when his found yours again. "C'mon," you giggled, unable to resist another kiss - or three. "C'mon, c'mon, they're waiting."

"You're right," he sighed, pecking your lips again. "Or... We could blow tonight off?"

"Is that a serious offer?"

Eddie paused, then sighed, "No, not really, c'mon."

You giggled as your hand laced with his as you moved for the main bathroom door, "Thought as much!"

Only when you exited, Eddie's eyes staring at you as he giggled with you, before you both came to a squeaking halt - finding all the members of Hellfire filling the hall, arms crossed as a barricade.

"Mhm, don't know where he is?" Dustin repeated like a disappointed mother catching you sneaking around with the town' delinquent. Which, wasn't entirely far off...

"Um, right, well..." You trailed off.

"Aht, aht!" Mike barked. "We don't wanna hear your excuses! We've been waiting for 10 minutes now! March to the room, you two!"

"But - "

Mike cut Eddie off, pointing down the hall, "March!"

"All right, Mom, chill, geez," Eddie teased, tugging you with him to head down the hall finally - your laughter echoing around them as you had to jog slightly to keep up with his long pace.

"They're cute," Lucas sighed, head cocked to watch them go.

"Glad they worked it out. This is gonna be good, you know?" Jeff agreed, the lads all turning to watch your two head down the hall together; hands tangled together.

"You know he's not gonna give her special treatment in the games, right?" Mike checked.

"Oh, that's what you think," Gareth giggled with Dustin, the two moving after you and Eddie down the hall.

"Oh, no... What have we done...?" Mike muttered to himself, only moving when a snickering Lucas clapped him on the shoulder.

Dating Eddie Munson HC

pairing: Eddie Munson x female!reader

fandom: Stranger Things

warnings: suggestive language, some curse words, borderline NSFW but I tried to keep it as mature and neutral as possible? but sex is mentioned... proceed at your own risk.

🔞 none of the following content is appropriate for minors 🔞 ❌ all taglists are discontinued 🚫 i do not give permission for any of my work to be posted, copied, translated, or uploaded to any other platforms 🚫

• his love language is physical touch and words of affirmation

• get ready to have your hair played with endlessly; gentle scalp massages when cuddling, the ends being fiddled with, his hand smoothing over the back of your head before threading his fingers through your hair when he brings you into his chest for a hug.

• yeah - lots of cuddles. he likes having you close, whether you're leaning your chin into his shoulder while watching the D&D campaign he's running or laid in his twin bed, head to his chest. he likes having you close, despite teasing from some friends.

• getting high in his van or in his trailer. lots of nature walks with a couple of joints. him getting a new strain and wanting to 'test' it with you before selling it. him teaching you how to roll, too.

• he likes listening to you read out loud. no matter if it's a textbook while you study or an old book from the library you've been meaning to read for ages now, he likes listening to you. he might lay on your chest while you're propped up on pillows, eyes sometimes following along the words you're reading or sliding them close; he likes the latter because his mind can conjure the images you're describing. sometimes, you're on the couch and he's on the floor, between your legs, listening while he's mapping out a new campaign.

• he brings you flowers because he's an old soul and likes watching your face light up at the different bouquets. he makes it his mission to get a new set every other Sunday. and he secretly likes the fact that you keep a few florals from each bouquet in an old shoe box in your closet before throwing the rest away, washing the vase, and placing the new bouquet in.

• he keeps a polaroid of you two in his wallet. another one is rubber banded to the driver's side visor so whenever he flips it down, there's a picture of just you. there's another one of you both on his bedside stand, though it's the only thing constantly on display (except his guitar, of course) as his room is ridiculously messy and cramped.

• invites you to every show his band plays. and damn near every band practice.

• he visits you at work all the time at the local pharmacy. you take your lunch break with him and nearly lose track of time, insisting you have to get back to work, but his pout and plea for "just one more kiss" lock you in place. you're typically 5-10 minutes late from lunch but nobody minds.

• he likes driving you places because it's calm. the drive soothes you both, it's an effort to even spend just a few more minutes together, and the feeling of his ringed hand on your thigh or tangled with your hand makes your stomach feel warm and full.

• once you're dating, he only uses your full name when he's angry or frustrated with you - so, next to never. he uses nearly every pet name in the book, except the more 'cringe' ones. he gives them a try, but you both usually laugh at how awkward it sounds before going back to your fail-safe: baby.

• he's nearly never angry or frustrated with you. you can be stubborn, sure, but you both found a way to communicate best for each other so there's not a lot of miscommunication.

• he likes to gently pick at your nerves, too. if you tell him you're ticklish, he'll look for blind spots to poke your waist or squeeze your ribs cage because he adores the sound of your laughter - even if it means he gets wacked in the chest for it.

• wearing his clothes is a given. he's missing a few graphic band t-shirts and hoodies, and almost asks if you've seen them before you're walking out of your house to get in his car... in his shirt. he tries to conceal his hard-on all day, but typically by lunch, you can expect a mid-day rendezvous in the abandoned drama classroom that doubles for Hellfire meetings. and if you happen to wear his Hellfire shirt on that particular day, expect him to sit back on the 'throne' with you riding him in only that shirt. those days, you typically miss lunch, 5th, and a part of 6th period, too.

• school events don't interest either of you, so, you don't participate in the pep rally's or assemblies. where do you go? naturally, the Hellfire room, where things can get a little heated but mostly just the pair of you talking, kissing lazily, making fun of the school and a few of the bullies that like to pick on Eddie.

( • if you are a cheerleader, Eddie's at every game you're cheering at just to gloat to anyone around him, "that's my girlfriend." sometimes, he gets nods of approval or those manly dap-ups from people. )

• ah, yes, the bullies. they try to target you but your 'take no bullshit' attitude is one of the things that attracted Eddie - so, they quickly grow bored when you don't give them the response they want or expect. however, Eddie does often retaliate and the bullies have learned that if they pick on you through Eddie, he gets really riled up.

• until you find the bullies cornering him and easily pass by the group, hand snatching Eddie's, and leading him out of the school as the lowlives call insults at your back. once in his van, you're reaching for the glovebox and pulling a joint and lighter out, getting the end lit, before handing it to Eddie, telling him, "don't listen to them, baby, they don't know shit. only reason they mess with you so much is because they're miserable in their own lives."

• "but I can't listen to them say shit about you - "

• "if I gave a single fuck what anyone thought, this would be a different conversation. I don't care, you shouldn't either."

• Eddie comes to you with nearly any problem he has. Uncle's being a bit of a dick? straight to you. homework overwhelming him? he's on the phone to you within minutes. can't restring his guitar right? finger tips slightly raw and bleeding? he's picking you up from work and bringing you back to his trailer, where you almost too easily restring the guitar for him. he thanks you by making dinner - his specialty? hamburger helper.

• he worries about telling you he's failed another class and has to repeat, but you just kiss his cheek and assure him you'd both try a little harder next year. and if he needs academic help, he knows to come to you because you have a way of understanding the information and regurgitating it in a way he'll understand and better grasp the concept.

• Eddie often worries he's not enough for you, but after an hour of being in your presence, he's assured there's nobody else you want. it's really not that hard to tell with the way you look at him with so much admiration, he's nearly stunned.

• he also looks at you like you hung the moon, so, you know there's nobody else for him but you. mutual reassurance goes a long way for you both, so, neither mind giving it to the other. whether verbally or nonverbally, it's nice that you both can assure the other you're in love.

• he can read your body language better than anyone. your jaw might clench a little and he knows you are trying to suppress irritation; so, he reaches out to toss his arm around your neck and press a few kisses to your temple. the action always makes you smile, and this time is no different. your leg might bounce nervously, and Eddie's leaning over to distract you by muttering a few really bad jokes in your ear. does the trick - you're laughing lightly and whatever worry might've plagued you, is long gone from the look in your eye. your tongue keeps poking out to wet your lips, both rolling inward to purse together in anxiety, and what's Eddie doing? swooping in and pressing his puckered lips over your nose, chin, and cheeks until you're smiling - then, he's kissing your lips until you're both lost in one another.

• ah, sex with Eddie is actually a great time. he's a switch; sometimes he likes to dominate you and other times, he likes to be dominated and cared for. he's a pro at aftercare and his hands wouldn't leave you as you both catch your breath. skin to skin contact is a must for him, and the feeling of you tracing his bare tattoos is Godly.

• lots of risky, semi-public sex. he likes pushing the envelope and while you thought you'd never be like that, something about Eddie makes you feel safe and energized for the adventure. he's always reassuring and on high alert for you both; allowing you, yourself, to be lost in the pleasure he's trying to instill. and instill he does. 😮‍💨

• I don't care what anyone says - Eddie is both an ass and titty man. he loves popping your nipple in his mouth because they're sensitive and a sure-fire way to get your head to tilt back, mouth to open in a silent gasp, and for your eyes to screw shut - juuuuust slightly. and when you're riding him, his hands don't know how to be anywhere else except your ass; helping you raise and lower to his tempo. or, if you're doggy, his fingers are pressing with a bruising grip into your hips, mesmerized by the ripples his thrusts create over your ass, before giving a few hearty slaps. he'd soothe the sting after with soft caresses.

• his fingers - holy fuck, his fingers. y'all get this right? no? well, the years of playing guitar has made them slightly calloused but he knows what he's doing with his fingers when inside you. takes him only minutes to get you worked up into a panting, sweating mess; knees shaking, stomach curling, orgasm building. his fingers, man.

• Hellfire club obviously adoring you and never minding when you sit-in for campaigns. Eddie sometimes asks your opinions on certain characters or events he's planning, and when you hear your suggestions come out in play during an actual game, you can't help but lean in and kiss his cheek lightly. he knows you've noticed, and he lets his stomach fill with small butterflies over your approval.

• ah - approval. this boy lives for words of affirmations, it IS one of his love languages after all. he's very insecure about a lot but uses a macho bravado to fool the public into thinking he's aloof, uncaring. but boy - he has insecurities like a motherfucker. so, you never mind telling him, "oh, shit, Eddie! I didn't even think of that - you're so smart - thank you, baby!" when he gives you an idea for your college essay. or telling him how in love you are with him, reminding him you feel safe and complete; assuring him there's nobody you'd rather be with, or spend time with. and you bring up the future only in small tidbits, but enough for him to feel certain that while he's thinking of a future with you, you're thinking of one with him, too.

• he kills spiders for you, like a dream man should.

• you have anxiety, and Eddie knows how to help. he can read your body language like a pro, remember? so, he's usually in tune to when you feel anxious in any situation and does what he can to help alleviate that.

• he doesn't mind when your nervousness causes you to toy and fiddle with his rings. it could be in class, or in the hall, on a date; there's no real telling when it'll strike, so, he's happy to let you play with them. for any reason, if he has to leave (like separate classes or you have work) he'll easily slip a ring off and push it onto your finger. he'd playfully tell you, "don't lose that one, it's my favorite," because the rings DON'T fit you at all. but it's the gesture that counts and he knows that you'll keep the ring in your hand, or pocket, or on your finger to twirl around. when he sees you again, he kisses your forehead as you slid his ring back on and thank his quietly. "don't have to thank me, baby, I'm just here for whatever you may need, okay?"

• your parents love him because he easily charmed your mother and father. if he's coming over for a family dinner, he brings your mother flowers, too, and might even sit and watch a sports game with your father. sometimes, he might even show up with a 6-pack and when you open the door in confusion, your father's behind you, greeting, "ah, 'bout time you got here! c'mon, son, game's about to start!"

• "you're here to watch football with my Dad?"

• he'd grin, "what, you didn't think you were the only perk of us dating, huh?"

• he's a little shit - but you love him none the less.

• he'd even try to catch up on your father's favorite sports team statistics to help him in their conversations later. one time, he even got up at 3 am to watch a rerun of some game! just because he missed it on 'regular programming' and wanted to be able to keep up with your dad the next time he saw him.

• oh, shit, and don't get me started on him and your mother. those two are two peas in a pod! she some how manages to get him to help her bake or cook when he's over, despite it being like pulling teeth to get him to help you. truth is, he'd do anything for your parents because he'd do anything for you. and they're so welcoming that he forgets it's not a family dynamic he has, because your family makes him like he's apart of theirs.

• obviously, he teaches you to play guitar. you prefer the acoustic, but you can manage your way around his electric. you're not the greatest, but the look he gives you when you're trying - ugh! wow. major swoon alert.

• Eddie's only been in a handful of fights, and at least four of those have been because someone's made a backhanded comment about you. he's a big believer in the 'talk shit, get hit' mentality.

• as much as he adores your hair, he could die a happy man when you play with his. when you realize it's almost a sure-fire way to calm him down, you're using it every chance you get. your hand would casually smooth across his shoulder blades as you nestled into is side with an arm anchoring around your waist, before slowly, your hand would creep up to his neck and start to gently scrap your nails through his hairline. he was like putty a moment later, and whatever situation that had him all tense was in the back of his mind for your fingers to pull out completely.

• he loves it when he's talking and smiles, you're reaching up to gently poke at his dimples. it makes him blush every. single. time. not sure why, but he just does.

• Eddie kisses your nose. like a lot. it's stupid cute. but you melt for forehead kisses (who doesn't?).

• both of your favorite holiday being Halloween and naturally, finding couple costumes. he pretends it's tacky and overplayed but secretly adores it. it's like an unspoken statement to anyone with eyes that you are his.

• getting excited when you discover new music because you can't wait to introduce Eddie.

• he might not like every song, but he's always willing to listen to whatever you want. sometimes, when he's missing you, he'll pop one of your mixtapes into his stereo, and even if he said he didn't like them before, some of the songs become personal favorites because it reminds him of you.

• him getting you your own denim jacket so you match. then, on dates or random adventures, he'll start collecting pins or patches to stitch on your jacket. it sorta becomes a collage of your relationship. ow, my heart.

• after the events of S4, he finds it difficult to sleep and can only truly rest in your arms; where he tells you, he's the safest. not where he FEELS the safest, but he says it in a way that makes it all sound like a factual statement he read from a textbook. he IS safest in your arms, and he relishes in the feeling of being able to sleep without the fear of nightmares.

• small arguments over what to have for dinner, "we've had pizza, like, three times this week! choose something else, please!" or even what movie to watch for date night, "baby, it's been six weeks since we watch A New Hope, I think it's time, again."

• that nerd gets you into Star Wars and yeah, you might go all see the movies together in theater. ain't nothing wrong with that.

• you adorning his light mustache but finding his clean shaven face just as good.

• oh, yeah! and you're the reason he grew his hair out. in, like, 9th grade, you mentioned you thought long hair looked good on guys, and he spent 2 years trying to grow it out properly. he still pats himself on the back when he feels you grip onto his locks if you're in a particularly feral love-making session, or when you absentmindedly start playing with it, or at any point he feels you in his hair. yeah, good job, Eddie.

• any and every chance he gets, he's reminding you he loves you. grocery store? DMV? school? when you're trying to help a customer? he's there, with a silly grin on his face, "you're honestly so beautiful, man, how'd I get so lucky? God, I love you."

• your managers getting annoyed 'cause he hangs out at the counter without ever buying something. but they think young love is cute, so, they deal with it for the most part. sometimes he buys a candy bar to sate them, sometimes he just pulls a face before leaning over the counter to kiss you and be on his way - with a promise to pick you up.

• he smells ridiculously nice and started to pay close attention to it after your first date. you said he smelled nice and since then, he's made it his mission to afford the same bottle of cologne, just to hear those words from your lips again.

• he likes pulling you into his lap. he really, really just likes having you close.

• he loves scary movies 'cause it's an excuse to have you wrapped in his arms, like a koala. he'll insist that every date night in October has to do with something scary - or to that cute pumpkin patch you like to go to.

• actually, the polaroid Dustin takes of you two at the pumpkin patch (after whining to not be left behind) is the polaroid YOU keep in YOUR wallet all the time. the picture your mother took of you two at your senior prom is on your bedside table... the only school dance Eddie allowed himself to go to.

• he only went to prom (one time, in '84) because you made mention of possibly wanting to go - so, what did that nerd do? potentially the first ever prom-posal, where he spelled out the word 'PROM?' with rose petals in your bedroom.

• luckily your parents weren't home yet because you ended up fucking on the rose petals.

• and when things are REALLY serious, he wants you to tattoo a lil something on him. he trusts you with everything in him, and insists he wants "a part of you" with him always. something he can't lose. something permanent - "permanent, like my love for you, baby."

• all in all, Eddie Munson is the ideal (perfect) boyfriend and my mind will not be changed - thank yeeeewwww.

Dating Eddie Munson HC [part two]

pairing: Eddie Munson x female!reader

fandom: Stranger Things

note: can't get this boy outta my head, so, here's a few other headcanons about boyfriend!Eddie Munson.

warnings: cursing, female descriptions / pronouns (i think), this one's pretty tame. still proceed with maturity.

🔞 none of the following content is appropriate for minors 🔞 ❌ all taglists are discontinued 🚫 i do not give permission for any of my work to be posted, copied, translated, or uploaded to any other platforms 🚫

• you cannot convince me this boy doesn't, like, do everything in his power to put a smile on your face. cracking a (bad) joke, pulling a funny face, or acting like a klutz just to see that smile on your face.

• Eddie writes poems for you. maybe not full songs (even though a few have been about you) but he likes to write you actual poetry. it was the one unit he excelled in during English because he had an array of poems at his disposal.

• some poems were left in a journal, some on scrap pieces of paper then taped on his dresser's mirror, others written to you and sent in a letter.

• this man is big on hand-written letters. you like to read? he likes to write? it fucking works for you!! he'll write you a letter for anything, too.

• bullies got him fucked up? he was writing a letter to you that he might not send for weeks because he's still adding to it. it's therapeutic. and it's not that he's not telling you when things happen but it's sometimes hard to verbalize everything. so, he writes and one day, he'll slip it to you, "you don't have to respond to it, but I want you to know these things."

• and later that evening after you've read the letter, you're at his trailer, and crawling into his lap. he might be sitting on the couch because Wayne's at work already, hands holding your thighs and up to your hips as your hands smooth his hair back, off his face.

• and you'd tell him, "I love it when you're open with me. and I want you to know, your feelings are safe with me, however you need to express them." and all sorts of reassuring things, because you didn't want to offer too much sympathy because he didn't want pity, but instead assurance that his feelings are valid, and safe.

• but he sends you letters for other reasons, too! he doesn't need much of a reason to pick up a pen.

• you save each one. i don't need to explain this, right?

• he gifts you a silver ring of your own; maybe gets you one for every year you're together. but that doesn't stop you from stealing his on the occasion, let's be clear on that.

• because in my head, Eddie doesn't do short-term. he's in it for the long term, so, he likes to go all out for anniversary's. hence the rings.

• and he loves seeing your style and his meshed together in your outfits, remember? seeing you in some ripped jeans, one of his shirts? hair done, make-up poppin', nails manicured, with - oh - what's those? shining silver rings he got you? he might swoon a little.

• and holding hands when you're wearing your rings isn't 100% comfortable at first but you both get used to it. and he even might start to fiddle with your rings sometimes, too; either when anxious or just lost in thought, he'll gently spin one of your rings around your finger.

• skin to skin contact is still a must, but laying face-to-face while gently petting over his face as if to map out his features is just soul-soothing for the both of you. "everything's quiet when I'm with you," you tell him softly, voice barely above a whisper.

• and he smiles lightly, "what do you mean, quiet, sweetheart?"

• "everything in my head, all the bullshit going on in the world," you sigh as you trace over his chest tattoo, "it's quiet when I'm with you. everything's just... so much better with you, baby."

• ah, man - he melts. you hear me? he melts. he can't help but bring you in closer to press an excited kiss to your lips. and when he pulls back, he takes only a nano-second before he's kissing you again, and again.

• because he's elated to hear those words. and you make note of that by making it a habit to reassure him of his place in your life. his insecurities run deep but he's making real progress on that because you take deep satisfaction in assuring him of your love.

• I know I said stoner!boyfriend Eddie lets you paint his nails, but can we agree that boyfriend!Eddie in general will do that? great - so, you like to paint your nails, right? and sometimes, you can't choose a color and Eddie thinks it's really cute when you get that concentrated look on your face while trying to get an even coat.

• so, he doesn't mind you painting his fingernails. he'll often have to decide the color for you because you "just can't!"

• he might try his hand out with painting your nails, too. look, Eddie can get a few tattoo sketches down, why can't he master nail art?

• don't tell anyone but he definitely has a shoe box full of photos of you guys. he got a polaroid camera when you started dating and he tries to take at least one photo every date. it's a nice homage to your relationship.

• he leaves the camera in his car so he doesn't forget it. plus, he has his own personal collection of pictures of you in his passenger seat, so, win-win. oh, there goes my heart.

• when he's missing you or after you guys have a fight, he looks through that photo box. and oh, look! he's writing you another letter! he's a simp and my mind can't be changed.

• your heart gets warm when he calls you sweetheart. you're used to him calling you baby, and don't get me wrong, it's adorable. but when he drops sweetheart in lieu of your name, you're the one melting a little.

• and you're both always holding hands or your arm's around the others shoulders. like, constantly. he's not overly adamant on PDA but that boy doesn't feel right if you're close by and he's not touching you.

• there's a height difference. and he likes to pick on you for that. he's lanky, so let's say he's taller than you; and he never, ever lets you forget it. you'll try to reach something in the cabinet above the stove while you're cooking at your house, and here comes Eddie!

• he'd let one hand move around your waist to squeeze you into his side while the other grabbed whatever you needed, "woah there, small fry, careful! you might knock yourself over stretchin' like that."

• "you think you're funny, don't you?"

• but he is funny, the little shit. his jokes are mostly corny but because you guys have history, there's a lot of inside jokes that make you both go lightheaded from laughter.

• Eddie has social anxiety that's hidden behind this macho bravado but you can tell when he's feeling uneasy.

• it's sometimes easier to just slid your hand into his and mutter quietly, "squeeze my hand if you wanna go."

• you were always quick to come up with some excuse for your abrupt departure the moment you felt him squeeze your hand. it ranged from some excuse over dinner with your mom, maybe you have a sibling that needs picked up somewhere, or there's some extended family member coming into town. no matter what, when he squeezes, you're getting him out of there.

• when the anxiety passes, he's realizing he's dating his best friend and silently thanks God because you both just read each other. you both just get it.

• he calls you his little problem solver because it doesn't matter what's going on or what he's feeling, he can turn to you. confide in you. and you know it goes both ways because he's there for you no matter what.

• when you're sick, good luck getting Eddie to go to school. you'll phone him early in the morning and tell him your symptoms before insisting you'd just stay in bed; but he's already packing a bag to hang with you for the day.

• he'd come over with snacks and Gatorade (or something) because your parents already left for work. he doesn't care if he'll get sick, too; he'll crawl in bed with you and gently massage your scalp.

• Eddie doesn't like going to school if you're not there, so, he doesn't mind playing hookie. and he gets you anything you need because he's a sweetheart like that.

• yeah, you like forehead kisses - but he likes kissing your forehead.

• mixtapes! mixtapes! mixtapes! Eddie makes you mixtapes! just imagine he's out somewhere and finds himself bobbing his head along to some song, specifically asks for the name, so later, he adds it to a mixtape 'cause he thinks you'll like it, too.

• look, sometimes his emotions get the better of him and he communicates through music.

• so, sometimes, after a fight, you'll find a cassette tape left in your mailbox when you collect the mail that day. you know it's from him without a signature, but there's usually a scribbled note on the front of the case.

• I'm sorry for what I said. I hope this can help?

• and you listen to it all night. he'll come to pick you up in the morning for school and feel anxious you wouldn't want to see him, but just as he comes to a halt, you're heading out your door.

• you spend the morning talking about whatever upset the both of you before telling him how the music made you feel. he'll tell you what the songs made him feel, and that's how you sort through your feelings over certain fights.

• we know he kills the spiders but let's face it - you probably kill the rest of the creepy crawlies. you just don't do spiders... so, he's brave for the both of you, so as long as you're brave the other times and handle other bugs.

• Eddie stops to pet dogs. (so, you both stop when you're together).

• you like to bake. and Eddie likes your creations, so, he sometimes lets you rope him into helping if you promise him the first few bites of baked goods. he can burn water but under your eye, he actually kinda likes being in the kitchen - but he likes making you sweat, so, he'll continue to give you a hard time.

• younger siblings adore him. they think Eddie's funny, and he does those goofy voices when playing with them or reading them some story. Eddie doesn't mind getting down in the dirt with them. they want him to sit next to them at dinner.

• older siblings don't approve at first but they come around because let's face it, he tries to charm them since he's intimidated by them. and they think his efforts are cute that they cut him some slack.

• does Eddie let you braid his hair? only after a joint.

• maybe you first meet 'cause you're looking for a dealer.

• maybe you meet in middle school.

• maybe you meet his first senior year.

• maybe because it's both of your favorite holiday, you meet at a halloween event wearing either accidental matching costumes (so you kinda have to hang out all night and get to know the cutie) or you're wearing perfectly opposite costumes. so, again, how can you not hang out with him all night? it was fate, you were sure of it.

• or maybe you meet because you used to babysit Mike and / or Dustin, promising to give them a ride home after Hellfire and there's Eddie, waiting to make sure the newest members get in their ride. looking too cool for school as he leans on the side of the building, and he's not as smooth talking as he wants to be but you think he's still endearing.

• look, how common was it for Eddie to find you in his hoodie? pretty freaking common. they smelled like him and he started using that fabric softener you told him about that made the material soft, so, he was used to you entering his room, dropping your belongings, and snuggling your way into a hoodie.

• Eddie is the type of boyfriend that when you pass by in the lunch room, he's wrapping his arms around your waist to tug you into his lap; greeting you with kisses on the cheek. no matter if he saw you that morning, or an hour ago, he's just happy to see you.

• all right, so, about his smell. Eddie is overly conscious about his smell - so, daily showers. and he uses that cologne you complimented because his clothes smell like cigarette and weed smoke, and together, you think it smells kinda like home. when your nose is pressed to his skin, you don't really notice the smoke smell.

• you like both coffee and tea, so, Eddie learns how to make your favorite of both. he's cute. very, very cute.

• okay, so, he likes scary movies. he jumps at all the jump scares but he laughs after. you don't mind scary movies because it's an excuse to sit in Eddie's lap and press your nose into his neck.

• man, throw a blanket across across you fools and you'll actually fall asleep during a horror movie.

• okay, when you go out to eat, you both take turns ordering something neither of you have tried before. it's a simple way for you both to try new things and push your comfort bounds.

• he goes with you when you get your first tattoo, too. holds your hand, reassures you that you're doing great, has an opened bottle of water for you, and takes peaks as the tattoo progresses. he'd make cute jokes to distract you when you'd wince in annoyed pain.

• oh, man, the dates are just cute. they're not always conventional but you both look for any excuse to hang out.

• he likes to pinch your jaw and lift your attention up to your eyes (that height difference, man). then he'd kiss you and mutter, "don't know what I did to deserve you, but good job me."

• and yeah, I mentioned it before, but he's close with your family. like, to the point when you need an extra team member for family game night, Eddie's rolling in with more flowers for your Mom and maybe a pack of candy for your sibling(s).

• let's just imagine Eddie at family meals please. he's offering to fill your plate when the peas come your way, refilling your Mom's wine glass, and teasingly taking your Dad's side during arguments.

• he'd be invited to the Christmas vacation! and he'd blush because wow - your family really accepts him. he has heart eyes the whole time.

• he's the type that takes whatever is in your hands to hold for you, too. backpack, binders, shopping bags, (sometimes) your purse, that one time he came into your job and saw you moving an inventory box - he swooped in and took it from you.

• "what're you doin' movin' something this heavy, princess? I got it, I got it."

• this boy melts when your nails rake over his back, shoulders, and obviously his scalp.

• and Eddie's the type to kiss you at any given opportunity. we know he reminds you he loves you constantly but he also looks for any opening to kiss you.

• when he gets angry, he worries that he's scared you. you never are, and you tell him as such, but he still knows that he can get intense. so, he'd take some time to just be in your presence (usually with his hands somewhere on you) before he's trying to explain why he had the kind of reaction he did.

• you appreciated the communication, so, you listened and tried to understand, empathize. your job isn't to judge him.

• he often uses his fingers to press into your cheeks. he likes to poke and hold them, sometimes squeezing to pucker your lips. oh, man, this boy is almost always touching you - it's so cute. damn it.

• Eddie's perfect, okay? cool.

eddie who takes polaroids of you while you guys are having sex to keep in his wallet and one accidentally falls out during hellfire

his wallet would be stuffed full of polaroids of you two, most of them explicit

eddie is know to be very theatrical. and those theatrics multiply tenfold when he’s dungeon master. gesturing around wildly, sitting and standing and sitting again. it’s no shocker than some of his items go flying, rings, the bandana he kept in his back pocket, and his wallet happens to be todays victim.

it slips out of his pocket, plopping onto the floor and beside dustin’s feet. the freshman picks it up, intending to give it back to eddie but then something else falls out of it and gathers his attention.

dustin’s shocked, to say the least, holding the polaroid between his two fingers and close to his face. it takes eddie a while to realize that he’s lost dustin’s— and a few of the others—attention. and when eddie does realize, noticing exactly what has dustin so entranced, eddie snatches the picture from him, looking at it himself.

a small smile finds eddie’s face as his eyes fall to you. or, well, a snapshot of you. laid back on eddie’s bed, naked skin shining from the flash. your right leg is pulled in, crossed over your body and covering your cunt. you have one of your arms thrown over your boobs, smooshing them, and the other thrust out towards eddie, palm facing him. your face hides in your arm but eddie can still remember the smile on your face.

your pose isn’t even the best part. no, not by a long shot. because there, splattered along your exposed midriff, is thick ropes of eddie’s cum, still fresh and glistening against your perfect skin.

eddie smiles, tucking the photo in his back pocket and going to go back to the game. when the others demand to know what the photo was of, dustin sits shell shocked and eddie just smirks, telling them that it was “a man’s business”.

hellfire club | eddie munson

SUMMARY -> mike and dustin are begging for you to play as a stand-in for DnD at their club tonight. you accept, not wanting to watch the championship. yet, who knew arriving early and meeting hellfire’s infamous club president would ensue one hella of a night for you as well, hm?

eddie munson x fem! reader

masterlist

GENRE -> nsfw/smut

WARNINGS -> smutty smut (oral sex; f! receiving, p in v, protected sex, fingering, spitting? i also kinda have a thing for his large rings hehe)

WC -> 4,249

a/n : this is my first eddie fanfic and this man hasn’t given me a rest on my daydreaming so i had to write smut for him for the first time. deadass. T_T

likes, reblogs & comments are greatly appreciated !! <3

enjoy !!

“oh, come on! one game, y/n. one game!” mike pleaded, hands clasped together as dustin was also begging, yet he was on his knees, hands clasped together also. your eyebrows were scrunched together looking at the two freshmens in utter disbelief, perhaps. you could almost laugh seeing these two little sheeps resort in begging for a game of DnD. you weren’t exactly a kind of a person in people’s eyes to play this ‘demonic’ game as the papers say. however, you were hooked, played a couple a few times with the boys. clearly, you didn’t give a shit of what some people might say about it. it was just harmless fun after all.

“get up, dustin. alright, i’ll play. just so you know, i’m still on the newbie side, alright?” their eyes lit up with such hope on it, masking over the fear after the five minutes of begging and pleading as they now erupted into cheers and thanks, trying to hug you but you moved away. it looked like your answer was the key to their sole problem and you wondered how serious was this club? “who’s the leader? of your club? seriously, getting you two to beg for someone to play in.” you asked, not liking the idea that this one upper batch was scaring the shit out of these poor kids just for a game.

“you are the most holy of the fucking holy, y/n. thank you so much.” dustin bowed, hands up like he was worshipping you. mike nudged him with his elbow as dustin yelped, stopping eventually. fearing you would change your mind.

“it’s eddie. eddie munson. he’s in your class.” mike answered, exaggerating his last words. “lucas bailed out because he had to play for the championship tonight.” mike explained, rolling his eyes, sighing as you didn’t ask why. “—but hey, eddie’s a chill dude. there’s nothing to worry about.” mike assured as dustin nodded along excitedly. you were skeptical, you heard of eddie. he was in your class yet barely you had batted an eye to him. you did heard of him, not in the good way, of course. some of your classmates bought weed from him and other things stronger than that, he’s a drug dealer and supposedly a ‘freak’. you couldn’t care less of what he is, as long as the boys were happy and safe being friends with him, you were content.

“i’m holding on to you on that, wheeler. if he’s an ass once i meet him tonight, i’m bailing as well. you got it?” you warned them. tone strict as they both curtly nodded in understanding. “alright, piss off. enjoy freshmen year.” you ushered, tone turning soft at the two as you gestured them to leave you alone, finally opening your locker for the next class.

“yes, mother! thank you!” dustin shouted as you gave him the finger before finally heading into the crowd. you shake your head at them, a grin forming on your lips as you gripped the binder in your hands. two years have passed, they still look like the same little middle school kids running towards you every single day. harrington and robin had invited you to watch the championship this night, yet you declined not really liking watching a bunch of sweaty jocks throw a ball in a laundry hoop. nancy was going as well, of course for the school paper, now leaving you alone. you didn’t really have any exciting nights these past few days, bored out of wits and your family annoying the brains out of you. so maybe, maybe you anticipated something else just this once, tonight.

•••

anticipation ran through your veins as sweat beaded the insides of your palms. your binder was hugged against your chest as you looked around the empty hallway to find no mike or dustin around. you were early, early the fact that you could hear ozzy osbourne’s voice blasting inside the club room, followed by heavy guitar streams and rhythm of the beats. so he’s a black sabbath fan? you dig some rock genre as well, more of a queen or kiss is your preference to jam along and blast it in harrington’s car though. you sighed at yourself, realizing you wasted 15 fucking minutes of waiting for the two sheeps as you already felt awkward standing in front of the door. where are they at?

fuck it. you think, rolling your eyes at yourself as you opened the door of the club room. going in, meant you had to be alone with eddie munson himself and socializing was not a strong factor of yours. dim lights showered before you, you were met with the props from every musical play that was orchestrated in the drama club and also the familiar stage lights. it was not bad, bit clustered but this hellfire club looked promising as you spotted the long table and several other necessities for the night messily laying on top. your eyes darted as the loud blast of music faded, the curly dried locks of brown hair appeared as you were now face front with eddie himself. he was jamming along, seeming to make guitar movements and banging his head like any rocker fan. huh. your heart beats, chest tightening noticing that he didn’t know you were here which meant you had to get his attention.

“munson?” you tested, raising your voice a bit. in which no response was uttered as he was still looking away from you. “eddie munson?” you raised your voice higher and tapped the table as he now jumped from his supposed throne or seat and looked to your direction. you stared at him as he as well stared directly back at you, the face of bewilderment slowly taking his expression. he’s kinda cute.

“y/l/n.” he almost shouted your last name, turning his speaker down as he arose from his seat to walk over towards you with a cheeky grin on his lips. “well, well, what the fuck are you doing at hellfire? championship’s at the other side.” he asked, arms crossed as the scent of his musty cologne hit your nose, the distance between the two of you a bit closer than intended. you looked up at him as he towered before you with now a smirk on his damn face. a little bit of a annoying prick. you thought as you broke eye contact with him, feeling a bit flustered. was he always this handsome up close?

“mike and dustin invited me. said you needed a stand-in since sinclair is at the game.” you responded, shrugging. hands fidgeting as your fingers clenched and unclenched.

“so it has. i never expected it’d be you.” he murmured, his hand raising to his chin as his fingers tapped his lips seeing his eyes roam up and down at your figure. he was observing you or probably checking you out, yet your eyes turned to see his rings gleaming under the spotlights. big hands. you noted, blushing at evident attractiveness you now realized you had for munson. and you couldn’t quiet understand how you haven’t even noticed him at all while in school. well maybe for the fact he often likes to ditch some classes so maybe that’s the reason.

“any problem?” you asked, unsure whether he had approved of you.

he hummed, smiling now as he shake his head. “nah. nah. you’re cool. henderson and wheeler picked well.” he gestured to you. one movement of his arms had your observant eyes dart to his collarbone seeing the collar of his shirt reveal a tattoo. you gulped, thighs unknowingly clenching together, feeling a shiver run down your spine at the thought of if he had more hiding under that hellfire t-shirt. shit.

“i-i’m still a bit uneasy playing with other people so maybe not too well.” you muttered, embarrassed.

“ain’t that a shame? well we can get to know each other while we’re at it, hm?” eddie suggested, a smile formed on your lips as you know damn well what you’ve just gotten yourself into. “of course, if you want to, m’lady.” he bowed with much dignity.

“i’d like that.” your voice dropped to an octave. if nancy, robin or even fucking steve and the boys were here they’d be yelling their ass off, of how your voice sounded right now. you were smitten, too smitten and you had to thank those two dweebs for pushing you to agree for this night. your binder was placed on the table, long forgotten, you couldn’t exactly count the minutes that had passed as you just talked with the guy. he spewed some jokes and some heavily introductions about himself. he was sitting on his throne as you stood before him with a smile on your face, you hadn’t expected eddie munson to be actually a chill dude as mike had said. too chill that you actually hadn’t realize your annoyance had fled.

“you were the buzz cut kid?” you laughed, asking in disbelief how he told you he didn’t looked like his style now before and that mentioned he had a killer buzz cut.

“fuck off, i rocked that buzz cut.” eddie chuckled. “and not to mention i didn’t have these sweet killer tattoos back then. so yeah, you might have not recognize me one bit until today.” he pulled down the collar of his shirt, revealing more as what you expected. your eyes roamed downwards, admiring the second tattoo shown before you as your eyes darted to his forearm to see one big tat. a sudden shift of movement made you look back up to his face. brown honey orbs staring back at you with same heat as your gaze was. and it clicked, your throat felt dry at the realization of the moment. you gulped, feeling the same wave of heat covered your very body. he leaned forward, still focused on your face as a smirk grazed his lips. you couldn’t exactly tell how tight it felt you were in your clothes the moment he had laid his eyes on you so intensely, erotically almost. you bit your lip, anticipation again running through your mind. the evident heat between your legs becoming so uncomfortable you could whine about how he was so slow making the first move of fucking you here and now. come on, munson.

“you like this one?” he whispered, snapping you out of your drunken trance, eyes darting to his forearm as he showed it in all it’s fucking glory. your mouth constricted, flustered seeing as his veins bulged out how he clenched his fists to show you it, looking so smug and cocky right now. you held in a breath as your eyes surveyed it, admiring how it fitted his whole style and all.

“i do.” you whispered, smiling as you bended down to his level, feeling bold enough to actually touch his tattooed skin. you felt him shiver underneath the tips of your cold fingers, tracing every line and detail up to his biceps and seeing more, making you so curious. it was your turn to smirk, satisfied. “it’s pretty cool.” you muttered, blushing before finally looking back at him to see his reaction. face so close, you hadn’t realize how much friendly space you taken up between the two of you.

“so you like tattooed dudes, huh?” he boldly asked, instead of blushing he was smirking more than ever. your cheeks heated, staring back at his brown orbs before panicking in the inside to form some response.

you stuttered. “well i— … you don’t have to know that.” you pouted, now pulling yourself back to stand. he caught your wrist, pulling you back to his level. your breath hitched, feeling the boldness radiate from him.

“you gotta answer, baby. no need to be shy.” butterflies ensued, the cold touch of his rings almost pushing you to the breaking point of kissing him. you held his gaze, trying somewhat not to show how he had this effect on you. in which, really, you swore it was very evident since the moment you smiled at him. for a moment of bliss, he had let go of your wrist, chuckling. “all jokes. so, are we cool? i gotta welcome you in the club first of all.”

you exhaled sharply, rolling your eyes at him as you stood up. “yes.” you answered as he now stood up as well, his ringed hand before you as he smiled.

“perfect.” he muttered, his eyes seeming to hold a glint in them still staring into yours. you tilt your head up a bit, cheeks feeling so hot as he took a step closer. you were so sure you thought he had understood the points of your mindless flirting, anticipation was coursing through your veins as you accepted his hand in a firm grip. now looking at him with battering eyelashes and doe lustful eyes as he understood now. “welcome to hellfire, baby.”

in one swift moment, he leaned in and crashed his lips to yours. rough and demanding as you encircled your arms around his neck to pull him down for more. you were so greedy as you tried to map out every shape of his mouth onto yours. his hands went to your hips as he squeezed them experimentally. you moaned, the heat in your legs pressed against his, chest pressed together as your breasts rubbed against his broad chest. you panted, desperately needing some form of friction from him. he groaned between your lips as he guided the two of you to his rightful throne. your thighs were placed either side of hips, clothed cunt above his crotch, hands now roaming his clothed chest.

“eager, eager y/n.” eddie chuckled, biting the bottom of your lip as you gasped feeling his two large hands cup your ass, roughly yanking them down to grind yourself on his lap. “you think i haven’t seen the way your fucking thighs were rubbing every moment we were talking, hm? getting all so worked-up for me, baby?” he whispered, peppering sloppy kisses against your jaw as you mewled at the sensation, your head tilting back as he gladly latched his teeth on your exposed neck. he nipped, sucked, you let him leave marks, not caring at the moment as you felt his hard prick grow harder at every second he was teasing you.

“eddie.” your hands gripped his shaggy hair as he let out a surprising moan. “please.” you begged, wanting more than to take of your clothes off, to feel his skin on yours and his cock inside of you. you could not wait any second as he shifted under you, breath hot against your cheek as he pecked it before slapping your ass, making you arch your back a bit.

“on the floor, y/n. come on, i’d eat the shit out of you first, beautiful.” he mutters, tapping your thighs. you held no protest as the desperation between your legs were begging for him to touch them now. your ass thumped as you laid on the floor, sprawled with eagerness in your eyes as you shrugged off the bottom of your clothes. he kneeled down, admiring the way how you looked right now. he yanked the article of clothing and tossed it of somewhere before setting his eyes to his wrapped prize between your legs.

“look at you. such desperation isn’t good.” he teased and chuckled, fingers gripping harshly the flesh of your inner thighs. you bit your lip seeing as he laid promising kisses slowly, easing his way up as he fan his breath against your dripping core. his eyes were wide-blown, pupils dilated, pussy drunken at the sight of a wet spot on the center of your cotton panties. he licked his lips, looking up for a moment as he saw you as the same as his. waiting, eyes hazy, waiting for him to devour the shit out of you. he grinned, his hand wrapped firmly above your hips, trapping you as he practically ripped off the obstacle of clothing. you yelped, feeling the fabric pull against your skin, his hot breaths now directly fanning against your pussy as eddie stared at it for a moment. his heart thumped and his cock screamed, you watch as he spat on his ringed fingers and proceeded to roughly shove in two digits into your awaiting cunt. you almost screamed yet held yourself back, gripping the brown locks as your thighs clenched his face.

“munson! oh my god.” you slurred, back arching like a cat. with much so eagerness, he pressed a loving kiss near your core before indulging himself as he licked a trip at your entrance, making you mewl. euphoria flowed through every vein inside your body, hands still gripping tightly the brown locks of his hair. your eyes closed feeling every lap of his wet tongue lavish your needy pussy, dripping hot, wet and obscene as you grind yourself on his face. he gave every lick as he circled your clit with a moan, loving the way how you tasted, tart on his tongue and so very much giddy how you were enjoying it from up there.

“so fucking good. taste so fucking good, sweetheart.” he praised, curling his fingers making you whine. the familiar knot in your stomach slowly started to form as he continued to finger fuck you while lapping like a starved man making you clench so hard, ready to come. with every lick, every pump of his fingers, his cold rings touching your entrance, you felt it slowly building as you arched your back more making your ass lift up a bit in the air. eddie growled, his large arm above your hips as he slammed you back down roughly before detaching his whole mouth out with a wet pop, and fingers pulled out from your needy pussy.

“eddie! no, no, please—“ your eyes watered, your high was coming and he denied it with amusement in his face. you watch, with whining noises escaping your mouth as you opened your legs to show him your deprived pussy. “please…”

“you’re not coming until you come on my cock, you got it?” he licked his fingers clean, evident of your arousal coating the tips of his fingers to his large rings. you nodded, your pupil blown eyes staring at him, how holy he looked as he fumbled with his jeans and grabbed something from his pocket. “knew i’d use it.” he smiles to himself, fishing out the condom, flashing it towards you with a cheeky grin before he proceeded to pull down the zipper making you laugh for a moment. eddie winked at you, adoration in his eyes as he leaned down before your frame as he kissed you finally. you groaned at the sensation, your hands greedily raking his back before pulling his shirt up a bit to feel his soft skin. your fingertips glided, moaning between his lips as you felt his tip nudge your clit.

“stop it with the slowburn, i’m dying here.” you complained, grinding your core up to rub on his bare cock and taking a quick peep to see how fucking big he is. his cock was generously big in girth, huge as ever. tip was flushing bright red and you wondered how the fuck your cunt could take a champ like that for a moment.

“patience now.” he murmured, hands braced at the side of your face as he finally took you so slowly. he entered, with experimental strokes as he growled at the sensation of your warm walls welcoming him. “sweet baby jesus. fucking hell.” he groaned out, forehead pressed against yours as sweat coiled your still clothed bodies. one of his hands were tightly gripping your hips as the other leverage himself. he started a pace, trying to get every reaction and noise out of you as he lovingly stared in your eyes. you stared back at him, lips pouty and red from his lavish attentions. you could feel it, the same feeling of butterflies inside your tummy as you arched feeling his cock rub every wall inside your cunt.

“it feels so good.” you praised, pecking his lips as your nails dig the flesh of his broad back. he growled, catching your lips again as he started to pound harder, your legs were sprawled open, ass barely touching the ground as he continued to thrust mercilessly with no intention of stopping. his hair brush against your face as you hold onto him tightly, his thrust getting sloppier by the minute. he knew it, knew the spot he hit as he hit it repeatedly as you sobbed at the overstimulating feeling.

“such a good cunt. so fucking good, all pretty for me. good fucking pussy, all mine, mine, mine—“ he messily spew praises against your lips, your walls clamped hard, your high nearing as ever. he groaned loudly, hissing as he buried his face at the crook of your neck. his thrusts almost pushed you up at such power as his cock nudge the spot over and over again. you gasped, heart fluttering, eyes rolling back as hot white sparks made you whine loudly. you grind up, catching the amazing orgasm as eddie fucking moaned. the hard rock music in the backgrounded faded as you heard him mutter every word he could muster before finally coming with one hard stroke of his dick. he gasped as well, spilling himself inside the condom, your gummy walls milking him out as guitar streams grew louder as ever. you panted, not minding his death grip on your hips. you softly caressed his sweaty back, coaxing him out of his high. his breath was hot against your neck, making you rub your face on his frizzy locks. he smelled good, good that the scent of sex was now overwhelming the air around the two of you.

“i think my knees gave out. shit, fuck—“ eddie suddenly spoke, groaning, still inside of you. “best fucking sex, goddamn.”

“i know.” you lazily grinned as he lifted himself up. “what a way to welcome me in, munson.” you smiled, joking as he huffed and laughed. you were still a bit shaking as eddie helped you up to sit. he tossed your pants back as you gladly thanked him. a moment of silence enveloped the two of you as he finally looked presentable, hair still sweaty on his forehead. his cheeks were flushed and you admired him for being so cute, reminding you he had just fucked you to the oblivion. he caught your stare, smiling as pecked your lips.

“it’s not too late to actually ask you out, is it?” eddie asked, voice low and shy. you stared at him, mouth a bit open as your tummy churn in excitement. “so, would you like me to take you out for dinner after this? that cheesy thing people do and maybe we can also— you know.”

“i would love to.” you answered quickly, you already liked him and there’s was no intention you had just wanted the sex and all.

“fuck. okay. i’m a bit awkward with all of this. this is cool.” you laughed seeing him so bashful, you grabbed his shirt to kiss him one more time. his lips moulded over yours, slow and sensational, perfect it was. you broke away, patting his chest before proceeding to find your shredded undergarment and to find it nowhere. you panicked, the realization of mike, dustin and the others were now on your mind as you frantically searched for it. hoping, it wasn’t laying somewhere that they’ll see it as you just pulled your pants up for your modesty. you suddenly looked up to the cheeky bastard, seeing some amusement behind his eyes as he watched you.

you glared. “where’s my panties, eddie?”

mike and dustin were scared seeing no sign of you in the hallway. they were scared knowing eddie would freak out if they didn’t have sub tonight. “where the fuck is y/n?” dustin asked, voice trembling. fearing you bailed on them.

“i don’t fucking know! shit.” mike sighed as they spotted the other three members of hellfire coming in now. they collected themselves, taking deep breaths as they followed in. praying to the gods eddie wasn’t revved up as usual. your voice followed their ears, dustin eyes were wide at the scene as mike followed his gaze to see you sat down on the table in-front of eddie, happily chatting with their leader. who, in fact, looked so giddy as well making their eyes wide.

“you’re early, y/n.” dustin called you out, his nervousness slowly dying from his system. you turned your head to the boys, smiling as eddie’s hand was resting on your thigh as you stood up from your place. “too early, in fact.” dustin added, shifting his gaze between munson and you suspiciously.

“i am. i was just welcomed into hellfire.” you winked at them. mike grimaced as dustin nodded unknowingly.

“and we we’re just getting to know each other very well. ain’t that right, baby?” eddie added, smiling widely. you looked down to him, eyes slightly widening as he flashed your ripped panties before you, it was tucked safely inside his pocket. he had a devilish glint in his eyes and a smirk plastered on his lips. teasing you so bad. fucking bastard. you thought, thighs clenching again, fearing the boys knew what happened now.

but, at least that it was indeed one hella of a night for you and him.

i am a slut for eddie. <3

eddie, stop! - eddie munson

© glodessa 2022, do not repost, modify or translate!

synopsis: While desperately trying to help your boyfriend study for his finals, you have to deal with the fact he just loves to tease you whenever he can. And that he always gets what he wants.

a/n: no spoilers <3 i love how i wanted this to be a short little fluffy blurb but then this happened. it’s eddie’s fault not mine but i’m not complaining one bit teehe. enjoy <3

warnings: SMUT, strip-studying, cockwarming, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, mouth spitting, oral (fem receving), explicit language, i feel like there was one more thing but i can’t remember lol, probably wasn’t that important anyways

wc: 4.1k

MAIN MASTERLIST • STRANGER THINGS MASTERLIST

You walked up the steps to his trailer, knocking at the door. It didn’t take him long to appear in front of you, his usual warm, charming smile on his face.

“You’re late, sweetheart,” he mentioned as you entered the living room area. “Got me worried for a hot minute.”

You felt your cheeks immediately heating up at his words, and the way he refused to call you by your name ever since he replaced it with his favorite pet name. Sweetheart.

“Couldn’t find those damn notes for Mrs. Higgins’ class,” you explained, taking a seat on the couch as he planted himself on the floor in front of it, hands instantly attached to your thighs as he started playing with the hem of your skirt. 

You already knew his mind was anywhere but where it was supposed to be. Classic Eddie move. Thankfully, you’ve had enough experience with the distracted variant of Eddie, knowing exactly how to make him focus on the task at hand.

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Heavy Metal Lover | Eddie Munson x Reader NSFW 18+

Summary: You’re at the Iron Maiden show. He’s at the Iron Maiden show. You’re pretty cute. He’s pretty cute. And good news…he’s got a van.

Warnings: smut, oral, penetrative sex

You hadn’t gone out to the Iron Maiden show expecting to find love, or even a one night stand. You went to have fun, and even though you were surrounded by dudes who were all either checking you out or giving you weird looks for being a single girl at a metal show, you were having the time of your life.

Eddie hadn’t driven two hours from Hawkins to find love, unless you could count moshing as a form of intimacy. A small part of him hoped he might find some cutie whose number he could get, but really, it wasn’t his top priority. He was in it for the music, for the metal injection straight into his fucking veins, and anything else that happened that night would just be a bonus—wait, hang on. There was a total babe there, not five feet away from him, and he was absolutely transfixed.

When you felt someone staring at you, you glanced to your left. There, you saw the goofiest, handsomest guy, with shaggy dark hair and the most awestruck expression on his face. You couldn’t help but smile at the look in his wide eyes, and as you did so, Eddie felt his heart beginning to race.

You were so hot.

So, so hot.

And he had no idea what to say.

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nothing new |dom!brat tamer!eddie x sub!brat!reader|

prompt: eddie tries a new punishment. you don't like it. you push eddie to go back to his old ways.

contains: 18+ MINORS DNI, dom! brat tamer! eddie, brat!sub!reader, dom/sub themes, orgasm denial mentions, degrading, language, mean-ish reader, mean!dom!eddie, spanking (mentions of cane / use of slipper)/ slippering, after care, fingering fem receiving, oral, p in v sex

"You know that's not how I like my toast." You snapped, eyes glaring so fiercely in the back of Eddie's curly head, you were sure those brown curls would catch on fire from the heat of your gaze.

Eddie's shoulders tensed, spine straightening and drawing up tight at your tone. It had been like this for the past three days. After incessantly breaking his rules all day, he'd punished you. The cane and a punishment of no cumming for the next few days.

He'd got the idea from magazine, one of the seedy ones that were hidden in the back of the stores, the X-Rated section that teenagers would whisper and try to sneak into see. The magazine said it would break them into submission, a sure-fire way to keep your sub in order that wasn't physical punishment. Eddie figured it would be fine to try, exciting even. He'd tease you until you were so close, toes curling and heavy panting, only to pull away. He'd give a smack to your ass, pointing a finger and scolding you, calling you a "bad girl" with a stern glare- like you were a dog in training.

It had the complete opposite effect than what the magazine had said. You were furious. Whatever attitude you had before was now amplified by a million. It teetered on real anger and aggravation, not the spoiled and bratty personality you played up for him. You were frustrated, sexually and emotionally.

Every snap of your harsh tongue, lashing and dripping in venom when you'd bark at him, was met with a look of warning and a threat. Eddie tired to stay firm, unrelenting in his decision to punish you, but, fuck, we're you making it difficult.

You'd woken up before him this morning, learning from the past mornings that he'd tease you awake with sweet kisses, even sweeter touches. He'd roll on top of you, grinding into you while smothering your cheeks and neck with sweet, pillowy kisses. He'd dig his fingers in your cunt, curling and rubbing your swollen clit, getting you dizzy with ecstasy in your sleepy state. You were so sweet, so warm, holding him tightly and begging him to let you cum in a nasally, high pitched tone.

Only for him to pull out of you at the last minute. You'd huff, eyes snapping open in protest. Eddie would tut at you stupidly, shoving his fingers in your mouth.

"Oh, you didn't think I'd let you cum, now did you?" He'd mock you, face exaggeratedly copying your pout. "Silly, dumb girl, you know better than that."

You would be frustrated all day. Dropping to your knees at the beginning when he'd tell you, excited and desperate to please him. Hoping he might please you in return.

He didn't.

Eddie would finish down your throat, shoving his flaccid dick back in his pants, patting your cheek lightly before going about his business. He'd leave you, stunned and horny on your knees, unsatisfied entirely and a little hurt.

That hurt turned into rage in an instance.

This morning, you weren't entertaining him with it. You'd gotten up and sat on the couch, watching TV while sipping your coffee until Eddie came in. He was still soft and warm from sleep, leaning down to press a lazy kiss to your lips. You turned your head with a huff, letting his lips barely brush your cheek.

Eddie pulled back, stunned, blearily blinking at you. "What's'a matter, baby?" He asked sweetly, head still foggy and fresh from sleep.

You glared at him, mean and pointed, before rolling your eyes back to the TV. You were cuddled up in your fluffy robe, fluffy slippers curled under your legs. You looked positively adorable, and normally, Eddie would let you know that; if you weren't being so mean.

Eddie pressed his lips together, brow furrowing. He shuffled over to the pot of coffee, the smell of the ground beans in the air, wrapping around him and carrying him to the machine. It was empty.

Eddie frowned, lifting the empty glass pot. "Did you drink all of the coffee?" Eddie asked. You didn't look at him. Just lifted your steaming mug, slurping it loudly, obnoxiously.

Eddie rolled his eyes, shoving the pot back under the machine. "You couldn't make more?" He pressed.

"Why would I do that?" You scoffed, eyes still glued on the TV. "I didn't know how long you were going to sleep. You usually sleep all day."

Eddie scoffed, shaking his head. His own jaw clenched, ripping open the Folgers' can and spooning in the ground coffee into the machine. He would just ignore it, ignore your attitude. He knew you were trying to get him to break, to go back on his punishment. He wouldn't.

"Did you eat?" Eddie asked, finger jamming into the machine, turning it on.

You didn't look at him, sipping your coffee calmly, eyes on the screen. Eddie's teeth grit. "Baby, did you eat?" He tried again.

"No." You huffed. "I just had coffee."

Eddie closed his eyes, taking a calming breath. "Do you want breakfast? Eggs?"

"I want toast." You muttered. Your eyes finally met his, cutting over to him for a moment, brows still pulled into a furrowed frown.

"I'll make you toast." Eddie nodded sweetly. "You want butter on it?"

You scoffed loudly, ignoring his sweet tone. "Obviously. That's how I always have it."

Eddie's eyes flashed in warning at you. You shrunk for a moment, throbbing between your legs. Your obedience was temporary. The moment the pulse between your legs started up, aching and incessant from days of no relief, your attitude came back stronger.

You rolled your eyes hard at him, making sure he saw you, before going back to the TV. Eddie decided to let you be. Let you sit and stew in your own little fit. He'd still cook you breakfast, still be sweet to you in the hopes of bringing you back into submission. He knew there would be some resistance with this punishment, the magazine had warned him, but he hadn't expected this.

This was miserable. Felt like a punishment for both of you.

Eddie had calmed down a little. Buttering the bread and putting it in the toaster, a routine that was mundane and let him focus on tasks. He set the timer on the toaster, two minutes, not too burnt but golden brown- how you liked it. How you always liked it.

Not today, apparently.

The snarl you gave him when he presented you with your plate had his face falling. Your lips twisting in displeasure, winking your nose down at the bread.

You're snappy response, mean and degrading, sent him over the edge.

Eddie smacked his hand on the counter, turning to glare at you. "That is exactly how you like your toast." He snapped. You didn't even flinch under his harsh glare, your own displeased place rivaling his. "What's going on with you, huh? You just gonna be mean all day?"

"Are you?" You challenged, brows raising at him.

"You were the one who couldn't keep your mouth shut the other day." Eddie pointed at you. "You had to go and break my rules, and now you don't want to be punished? What good is that?"

"It's not a good punishment, it's a stupid fucking punishment, and you know it." You growled, nails digging into the counter.

"Hey," Eddie warned, lifting a brow at you. "You watch it, alright? I'm sick of your attitude-"

You rolled your eyes at him. "Whatever." You snarled, looking down at the plate of toast. Your stomach growled silently, seeing the perfectly buttered and toasted, though you couldn't let him know that.

"I'm not eating that shit." You huffed, shoving the plate towards him. Not hard enough for the dish for fall, sending it sliding over the counter to stop in front of Eddie.

Eddie watched you stomp off to the couch, little slippers clacking against the linoleum floor to the carpet, plopping down hard enough for the springs to creak.

Eddie paused, eyes flicking from you to the toast in front of him, mocking him and fueling his fire. The truth was, he was struggling too with this punishment. His stubborn side would rather have blue balls forever than give into your bratty demands, but the rational side of him was begging for him to call it.

Eddie moved in front of you, heavy footsteps shaking the trailer until he stood in front of you, blocking your view from the TV. "Move, Eddie," You snap, glaring up at him.

Eddie put his hands on his hips, bristling gaze burning down onto you. You snarled in response, lip pursing in annoyance. "Move, Eddie, fuck, I can't see." You huffed at him. "I can't see. God, you're so annoying."

"Really?" Eddie raised a brow down at you, challenging. He was fed up, irritated with you too. "This is how you're going to play?"

You squinted, challenging at him. Eddie's tongue rolled over the side of his cheek, nodding slowly. "Holy shit, Eddie, can you just move?" You snapped, throwing your arms out. "God, you're so full of yourself all the time. All the attention has to be on you at all times, I swear, fuck. You're just being a dick now-"

You didn't get to finish your little rant. Eddie moved, just how you asked, sitting next to you on the couch. Thighs spread over the cushions, his hands gripped your wrists. Your eyes widened in realization, before you were yanked over his knee with a light oomph! and a bounce of your upper half dangling onto the ground.

Eddie didn't let you adjust, barely giving you time to steady yourself before your robe was thrown up, pajama short pulled down. His mouth watered, erection growing against your hip at the sight. The fading lines of the cane still striping over your ass, healing but still apparent. Your slippered feet kicked in the air in protest, pink and hard soled, catching Eddie's attention. He smirked to himself, free hand grabbing your wiggling ankle, pulling your leg close before plucking the slipper off your foot.

You stilled for a moment in realization, frantically squirming to look over your shoulder. "Wait, Eddie, I-"

A resounding slap, loud and clapping against your flesh cut you off, filling the room. You gasped, the sting of the slipper was shocking. A itchy burn that stung worse than the cane or the crop, one that you just wanted to reach back and rub the irritation out.

Eddie brought the slipper back down again, tongue poked out in concentration. You whimpered, pushing off the ground in protest, only for his heavy hand to press into your shoulder blades.

"You want to be mean?" Eddie snapped, the slipper falling on your already tender ass. "You want to be a little brat to me? Not follow my rules?" You howled when he brought the slipper down again, lifting at the sting of the slipper.

"That's fine, baby, I'll just remind you want happens to mean girls, bad girls." Eddie sneered.

He brought the slipper down fast and hard, peppering smacks that covered every inch of your cheeks. You squirmed, pleading and fighting against him while he held you in place. The burn was unimaginable, so uncomfortable- you couldn't understand why it made you throb the way you did. You were certain with every snap of the slipper, sending vibrating shocks to your core, that you'd cum before it was over.

Eddie's put the slipper on your robe clad back, admiring the red, splotchy glow of the globes of your ass. He licked his lips, fingertips tracing of the hot skin. He dipped low, towards your core, feeling your soaking spend that coated your thighs, smirking when you whined.

Eddie reached to your hair, fingers threading through your locks before pulling you up. You cried out, back arching on his lap. "You gonna keep being mean to me?" Eddie growled, lips brushing against the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

He could see the wet streaks of tears down your face, the sniffling and pouting lips made his cock lurch in his pajama pants. He regretted not wearing boxers for a moment, sure you could feel his hard cock pressed against you.

"I won't be mean anymore." Your bottom lip wobbled, looking over at him. Eddie's hand loosened in your hair. "'M sorry I was mean to you and broke your rules. I won't do it anymore."

Eddie's face softened, shoulder dropping in relief. You sniffled hard before he could answer, turning to face him fully, teary eyes meeting his. "P-Please don't ignore me anymore." You begged, lip wobbling. "I'll be good."

Eddie let his hand drop from your hair, moving to pull you up onto his lap. "Baby," Eddie cooed, hand cupping your cheek. "Did you not like how we've been playing for the past few days?"

Your breath stuttered under the cry, head shaking when you met his big, brown eyes. "I don't like it when you ignore me." You admitted, wiping your eyes with the heels of your hand. "I didn't like it when you'd cum and then-then just leave. I felt...used." You admitted, looking down at your fingers, nervously playing with the tie of your robe.

Eddie's fingers moved under your chin, eyes dropping in hurt. "Why didn't you tell me? Or safe word?" He asked gently.

"I didn't know I could." You admitted bashfully. "We weren't, like, doing heavy stuff so I-I thought I just had to."

"Baby," Eddie said firmly, brows knitting sternly at you. "You can safe word anytime you want. If you don't like something, safe word and tell me. It's only ok if we're both having fun. If we're both consenting to it, right?"

You nodded gently. Eddie leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your salty, wet cheeks. "Good girl." He smiled sweetly at you. "Thank you for telling me, ok? We won't do that again."

You gave a soft smile, moving to press your lips against his. Eddie kissed you sweetly, no dominance or hard kisses. It was sweet and long, lips moving against yours like in the morning when he was leaving for work, getting every last taste of you on his tongue to last him through the day.

Eddie's hands moved down your hips, to your bare center. Your pajama shorts had long been kicked onto the floor, leaving you exposed to him. Eddie slipped his fingers between you, running his calloused fingertips through your slick folds. You moaned into his mouth, eyes pinching closed, melting into his touch.

Pulling apart with a gasp, your forehead rested on his, looking down between the two of you. You watched Eddie work you, lazily circling your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure that had your tummy clenching.

"Let me take care of you, alright?" Eddie muttered, trailing kisses down your cheek. His breath ghosted over the wet skin, leaving you shivering. "Won't do that shit again. 'S been miserable to me to." Eddie admitted lowly into your skin.

You giggled lightly, airy and followed by a content sigh. "Please don't." You muttered, letting your head drop to his shoulder. "Missed you too much."

Eddie more than made it up to you. He let your come undone on his fingers, his tongue, before finally splitting you open with his cock. Fucking your hard with your legs held up in the air, leaving you gripping the worn material of the couch. He snapped his hips against you until he was spilling deep inside of you. The toast and coffee running cold on the table. Not that either of your minded.

Hello! May I request a smutty Drabble for Eddie Munson with grinding and master please??

Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Prompt: Grinding and 'Master'

Summary: Eddie grinds on you. That's basically it.

Content Warnings: 18+!! Smut!!! Reader is afab and reffered to as 'girl'. Grinding. Use of 'Master'. No penetration. Both Eddie and reader orgasm. Use of petnames 'sweetheart', 'baby'. Praise. Slight dom!Eddie.

This is a short smut drabble for my Smut Signoff: May event! Though, this ended up being a lot longer than a drabble!!!

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“Fuck- Lay back baby.”

A usual Friday night, you’d once again found yourself wrapped around your boyfriend, arms and tongues intertwined as you indulged in foreplay. Both of you overstimulated and sensitive, you’d been tending to each other for the last thirty minutes, taking your sweet time exploring each other’s needy bodies. His thumb on your clit, and your hand wrapped around his aching cock, it was obvious what was coming next.

“Yes Master.” Pliant to his instruction, you lay back on Eddie’s soft sheets as he clambered on top of you, hovering above your form as he leaned down for a wet, sloppy kiss. Moaning into his lips, you felt the tip of his length prod at your entrance, breathing hitched to brace yourself. Though, the push into your walls never came, his cock instead sliding up through your dripping folds, over your swollen clit. A gasp caught in your throat at the feeling, Eddie similarly groaning at this newfound pleasure.

Rolling his hips once more, he again brushed your bundle of nerves with his large length, both of you moaning in unison at the friction, at the relief. Locking his hazel eyes with yours, they were shimmering with need as he continued to grind on you, faster now. It seemed together you had discovered a new delight, the metalhead pent up as his foreskin rolled back with each thrust.

His mouth finding yours again in a wanting kiss, fresh slick coated both you and Eddie as you clenched your core instinctively, chasing your high with each pass over your clit. He sounded a wrecked groan as he slid through your wetness, lubricating his cock through your folds with each roll of his hips, his cock gliding effortlessly. “O-Oh fuck, so wet for me sweetheart.” He praised, his forehead lovingly pressed against yours.

It was clear Eddie was getting close, from his irregular movements and breathing alike. In sync with your boyfriend, a familiar pressure began to build in your abdomen, a sign that your climax was similarly looming as he fucked himself against your clit. “E-Eddie, I-I’m-“ Melting under him, you could only gasp between stutters as you reached your peak.

Though, your words only evoked a low chuckle and a shake of your dominant’s head as he interrupted you. Grasping your chin firmly between his fingers, he forced your eyes on his. “Try again sweetheart.” He tutted, his breath hot against your lips. “What do you call me?”

“Master! Master-" You almost screamed his title, desperate to correct yourself as your growing orgasm continued to creep up on you. “S-So close Master.” You finally spluttered, earning a deep kiss from your boyfriend. “Atta girl…” Smiling fondly as you writhed underneath his cock, he loved seeing you like this, so reactive to every movement, every word.

Squeezing your eyes in anticipation of your release, your moans became more strangled and high pitched as the knot in your abdomen threatened to snap. “I know sweetheart, me t-too.” He rasped, reading you perfectly, eager to cum with you as he wrapped an arm around your thigh, hitching your leg up to gain better access to your clit. Eddie’s moans broken and desire-filled, his desperate hues never wavered from your own. “’M gonna cum, fuck- gonna shoot my load all over this pretty pussy-"

Fingernails digging into his bare back, you reached your high with a loud cry, each rut against your clit sending shockwaves through you. Sounding a drawn-out groan in time with yours, Eddie stilled, warm ropes of cum painting your folds and torso, just as he intended.

Collapsing on the bed beside you, the hoarse rise and fall of Eddie’s chest filled the comfortable silence as you both caught your breath, a combination of both your climax’s tacky over your skin. Cupping your face, he kissed you passionately, knowingly, before you once again found yourself tangled in a heated embrace, eager for another round. Rolling on top of him, you hovered above his erection, fresh arousal already coating your needy clit. You could only smirk as your Master looked up at you with dazed eyes as you began to grind on his length; now it was your turn to be on top.

Only Lonely

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Rumors about Eddie Munson have run rampant as long as you can remember. You’ve crossed paths only briefly, but maybe the notorious freak of Hawkins isn’t as bad as you’ve come to believe.

Word Count: 12.5k+ (sorry that I exist well beyond the clutches of brevity)

Warnings: Explicit content (18+ only). Mentions of past bullying. Implied abuse. Mentions of drugs & drug use (marijuana). Consumption of alcohol. Shameless use of the italicized ‘oh’. Sex dreams. Dry humping. Unprotected vaginal sex. Creampie.

A/N: This little brainworm is for my baby, @sweetdreamsbuck​. I offer you the most humble gift of my very first Edward McMunson fic. <3 No better way to officially return from my hiatus than with this mess…for which I will be taking absolutely no responsibility or criticism at this time, thanks! 

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post-modern, so satanic —> eddie munson x f!reader

summary: you and eddie have been dating for a while, and he notices your interest in his handcuffs. it turns out you really, really like it when he’s mean & scary.

word count: 9.1k

warnings: SMUT (18+, MINORS DNI), no use of y/n, dom/sub dynamics, dom!eddie, mean dom!eddie, sadist eddie, sub!reader, afab reader, dirty talk, degradation (eddie calls r a slut, whore, and toy), oral (m and f receiving) p in v sex, safe sex, face-fucking, handcuffs, traffic light system (r calls yellow at one point), biting, fingering, spanking, choking (ish), discussion of knife kink, orgasm delay/denial, overstimulation, possessiveness as a kink, dacryphilia, eddie’s a mean dom but he and r are still so in love

author’s note:  first, this is in the same universe as “no take-backsies,” though you definitely don’t have to read that for this to make sense. also, just because the reader is afab here doesn’t mean that’s the case in no take-backsies. second, the handcuffs in eddie’s room DEFINITELY would not be good to use in bed, but hey! it’s fiction and i can do what i want. third, eddie saying “babydoll” is something that can be SO personal.

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“What’re you looking at, babydoll?” Eddie asks, voice oozing trouble.

You jerk your gaze back to him, face going hot at being caught. It’s a lazy afternoon; you’ve been sprawled out on Eddie’s sheets for almost an hour as he idly runs through riffs on his guitar. You had been reading, but in the past few minutes your eyes have kept drifting to the handcuffs hanging on his wall. They aren’t new—you’ve been cracking jokes about them since before the two of you got together, hoping that if you teased him about them, you could disguise just how much they interested you. Because they do interest you. Hence why you can’t stop glancing at them.

Eddie waves to get your attention, and you feel your face go hotter, if that’s even possible. “Hellooo,” he sing-songs. “You wanna answer me?”

“I’m not looking at anything,” you lie blatantly, partly out of embarrassment and partly just to see what he’ll do.

“You sure?” He sets his guitar aside, rings clicking against the neck. “Because it sure looked like you couldn’t keep your eyes off my cuffs.”

“That’s not—” You choke on your own words, spluttering as he shakes his hair to peer at you from beneath his bangs, dark eyes glinting. “I wasn’t,” you insist, your voice pitching high with your deception, but when he reaches for you with large hands, you’re happy to be tugged forward by his fingers gripping your thighs. You jolt at the sensation of his rings against your flesh and he soothes you with kneading fingertips and a murmured (and very amused) sorry.

“No?” He asks, tapping at your thigh until you get the message and climb into his lap, palms skimming up to your hips.

“I wasn’t,” you repeat. You have to bite down on your lip to suppress your smile at your own awful lie, knowing that he knows you’re full of bullshit.

“She wasn’t,” Eddie says to no-one in particular, then focuses back on you. “Well, uh—can I be honest here, sweetheart? I’ve always imagined what you’d look like in them.”

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i have request for perv!bestfriend!eddie x innocent!reader who has an oral fixation:

reader and eddie are hanging out as usual and reader’s oral fixation starts getting bad. eddie notices it and helps her out.

(sorry if this isn’t a lot to go off of, this idea came into my head and i had to request it immediately)💖💖

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Swollen Lips

perv!bestfriend!Eddie Munson x innocent!reader

warnings: smut, pet names, some dark themes, oral fixation (explicit warnings below the cut)

chapter summary; you’re hanging out with your best friend Eddie and you’ve got an oral fixation, instead of letting you chew on your lip or nails, he takes matters into his own hands and helps you out <3

wordcount: 2.2k

explicit warnings: oral (m receiving), finger sucking, coercion, ball sucking, cum play? Eddie’s such a pervert guys.

Thank you for requesting!! I love writing requests so much

“Quit it.” Eddie’s voice was soft, faux annoyance as he slapped your hand away from your mouth, saving the nail of your thumb from being bitten until it bled.

Your hand dropped to your chest and found the pendant on your necklace that Eddie had gotten you for your birthday, you fiddled with that instead of chewing your nail.

Eddie watched you for a moment before returning his attention back to his notebook where he was messily writing out ideas for the next campaign. You sat next to him on his bed, legs thrown over his lap and a book in yours. His room was warm but not uncomfortable, stuffy from having his door closed, Wayne was home today.

You turned a page and read quietly, absentmindedly pulling your bottom lip into your mouth. You soaked the skin with your tongue for a while before you began actually sucking on it.

You let your soft lip drag over your teeth over and over, red and swollen your lip got, warm, only making it more satisfying to lick and bite. You weren’t even paying all that much attention to it until Eddie tsked and pulled your lip from between your teeth with his thumb on your chin.

“Gonna hurt yourself if you don’t knock it off babydoll.” He dragged his thumb over your lip and basked in the way you jutted it out further against his thumb.

“Sorry Eds.” You smiled sweetly and went back to your book. He wasn’t mad or anything, you knew. He was aware that you had a habit of sticking things in your mouth, it wasn’t ever deliberate and he thought it was beyond cute. He loved watching you suck your thumb or countless lollipops. He didn’t love watching you bite your nails raw or chew your lip till you bled, didn’t love watching you put choking hazards and breakable objects in your mouth. Although he thought it was terribly funny when you chewed your pen until blue ink exploded in your mouth.

You rested your head on his shoulder and he hummed softly, deep in his chest. It soothes you, and you didn’t notice yourself bringing the necklace’s charm to your lips. First just pressing the cool metal to your bottom lip, pouting against it.

Eddie hadn’t paid any mind to you yet this time, he’d pull it away from your mouth once he noticed, you knew. You tried staying like that, metal on the outside of your mouth rather than inside. But like it was against your will, your lips closed over the chain and your tongue rolled against the metal that was heating up from your spit.

You hummed, very content, the sound got Eddie’s attention. He looked at you with a raised brow and suddenly rolled his eyes. He hooked his left arm behind you, under your arm and pulled your necklace from your mouth, replacing it with his index and middle finger.

You were surprised a moment, looking up at him just to see he looked completely normal, so you decided it was normal and gently placed a hand on his wrist, holding him there steady and nuzzled your head into his shoulder.

His writing became even sloppier. His fingers were just resting in your mouth, heavy against your tongue. But it was enough. Warm and wet. And you had no idea that it was distracting him in the way it was, and that made it even hotter to him.

He adjusted to it after a bit, continued writing as normal. Then you had to go and shut his brain down again. Lips pressing against the bases of his fingers, tongue rolling slightly before it flattened against them. He watched your face now as your cheeks hollowed out and his breath got stuck in his throat.

He pulled his fingers back just slightly before returning them to your tongue. He pulled them back again, but this time you sucked them back, cheeks hollowing further and tongue holding him tight.

He exhaled shakily, notebook and the campaign being brought to life inside of it were forgotten beside him. He switched hands, pulling his left from your mouth and holding your neck with it instead, damp fingers dancing across the column of your throat. He watched the goosebumps cover your skin as the room’s air cooled your spit.

He didn’t waste time pressing the index and middle fingers of his right hand into your mouth, all the way until your pillow lips rested just above his knuckles. You didn’t mind, even as he could feel the slope of your tongue leading back and down your throat.

He let his hand get comfortable, thumb pressing into your jaw, pinky and marriage finger holding your face, you let him. This wasn’t just for you anymore he’d decided.

You couldn’t read your book anymore, his arm in the way and his hands taking control of how much your head could move or look around. He moved your book away for you, he was so sweet to you, so kind. He moved his legs so that yours would shift down, slide up until they were resting over his crotch. You didn’t notice the bulge in his jeans, you didn’t feel his hardened cock pressing against the backs of your thighs.

He was hot. What kind of idiot wears a black long sleeve shirt and baggy jeans in the middle of summer. What kind of idiot shoves his fingers in a mouth of which he’s jerked off to the thought of countless times. The mouth of a girl he’d been obsessed with for ages but swore to himself he’d never give into his perverse temptations.

He didn’t feel guilty. He knew what he was doing, and he knew that you didn’t know what he was doing. He probably should’ve felt some guilt, but he didn’t. He’d reflect on that later.

He slowly thrusted his fingers in and out of your mouth, watching the way you took it peacefully, head resting against his fingers holding you up. You sucked his fingers into your mouth and whined softly, contentedly, but the sound almost made him bust in his jeans.

He knew you’d like head. If you knew what head was, you’d love to give it. He’d figured that about you for ages. He thought about it a lot, you giving head. you giving him head.

Eddie, don’t. “Baby?” His voice almost shook. You hummed in question around his fingers and he felt the vibration in his wrist. He wanted it to be his cock. “How ‘bout you suck on somethin’ else, hm? Fingers are gonna get pruny real soon.” He laughed softly to cover up him almost moaning when you let his fingers go with a wet pop of your lips.

“Like what?” You looked up at him with your big wet eyes, pouty wet lips, face still resting against his hand.

He struggled to find the words, his hand fell to your thigh and squeezed. “Need you to move pretty girl, lay between my legs okay? On your tummy?” He spoke and you didn’t respond, not verbally. He almost groaned, watching you wordlessly comply, immediately moving to lay on your stomach between his thighs just like he asked. His girl, always so willing to please.

He palmed his bulge through his jeans, and you watched curiously. He loved the look on your face, wonder and curiosity, no timidness or arousal, this face he loved and molested himself to ritualistically.

He messed with his belt distractedly and unzipped his jeans, pushing them along with his boxers down past his balls. His stomach tensed when you tensed, flinching at the sight of his aching dick springing up to life.

His tip was pink and swollen, only a few inches away from your intrigued eyes. His long fingers curled around the base of his shaft, holding his cock steady. He hadn’t even gotten to say anything to you before you were wrapping your bitten lips around his head, tongue flitting against his slit.

You hummed at the taste and he groaned at both the sight and feeling. You gasped softly and pulled back wide eyes meeting his blown out ones. “Did I hurt you?” You asked with a tilt of your head, voice already filling with guilt.

He shook his head, “No, no baby.” His hand cupping your face gently, swiping a thumb over your cheek. “It just felt so good.” You watched him swallow nothing and he laced his hand in your hair, gently guiding you back. “You can keep going baby.”

Happily, you complied. Continuing on, taking his tip back into your mouth. It rested on your tongue heavier than his fingers had, you loved it. You loved the sweet, salty taste that graced your tongue as you sucker softly.

He avoided making too much noise or moving too much, he didn’t want to startle you again. But as you got more comfortable, so did he. Soft sighs falling from his mouth that made you feel a way you couldn’t understand. You hummed again around him and he couldn’t help himself, his hand tightened in your hair and his hips pushed up, forcing you to take more of his cock in your mouth.

Relaxing your throat, he pushed in a little further until you rested your hand on his thigh, a silent signal to slow down. He complied, petting your hair and whimpering softly under his breath.

Hollowing your cheeks around him, you got more used to the weight of him in your mouth, flicking your tongue over the underside of his head, having him push his hips lightly, slowly thrusting in and out of your mouth.

He was in heaven, your warm, wet, beautiful mouth around his cock, happily taking him almost all the way without a care in the world. He knew you didn’t understand the sexual nature of what you were doing, but that fact almost made it better for him. His stomach ached with flaming arousal and his toes curled behind you, hand twitching in your hair.

You swallowed around him and his hips bucked slightly, a loud gasp that broke into a whimper and he threw his head back against his pillows. He was about to cum in your mouth. “F-fuck.” He gasped as you pulled your mouth off of him, wet lips still pressed against the underside of his shaft, a loose kiss.

He took his dick in his hand, jerking it slowly. He couldn’t believe you edged him, of course you hadn’t meant to, but still it stole his breath and thoughts. “It feels good?” You asked and he nodded quickly. “This is my first time that I’ve ever seen one.” You blushed, watching him. He already knew that. He didn’t get to respond to you before you were asking another question. “Have you shown other people before?” You asked and his cock jumped in his hand. His sweet and innocent girl asking questions about the dirty things he’s done.

“Yeah, I have.” His voice was shaky, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. He didn’t miss the way you pouted, it made his stomach churn with heat. The pout wasn’t there long before you got distracted again. He’d expected another question from you.

Instead, you lowered your head and slotted your open wet mouth over his balls, sucking one of them gently into your mouth.

“Fuck! Feels good- shit, good girl.” He moaned loudly, reminding himself that Wayne was home and he had to shut up as he jerked his dick faster, an orgasm hurtling toward him.

He wasn’t sure when him helping you with your habit turned into you helping him cum, but he didn’t mind as he felt his cock throb between his fingers.

“Shit- s’good babydoll shit-” he groaned and his hips shook, you hummed in satisfaction, thrilled by the praise. It sent shocks of vibrations that he couldn’t handle and soon he was cumming in his own fist, thick and warm, dripping over his fingers.

His stifled moaning got your attention and you lifted your head in time to watch him cum just inches from your face. It was mesmerizing.

“What’s that?” You asked timidly and he laughed softly as he caught his breath. He made sure it was all on his hand before he fixed his jeans, grabbing your arm with his clean hand and pulling you up to him so you’d sit back in his lap like you had before.

“It’s cum baby, means you made me feel really, really good.” He kissed your temple. And you pulled his wrist up closer to you, looking at it closely.

He desperately wanted to go clean his hand, but more than that, he wanted to have his cum in your mouth. His heart beat heavily against his chest. “D’you wanna taste it?” He asked and you were nodding before he finished speaking.

He grinned crookedly and pressed two fingers wet with cum past your swollen lips. You hummed and sucked it off his fingers, head lolling against his shoulder.

He kissed the crown of your head. “See? ‘S all better now, huh.” He spoke, to himself as well as you, holding you adoringly against his chest. He didn’t understand what happened, how he got you with his cock down your throat, but in no way was he complaining.

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Inked (Eddie x Reader x Punk!Steve) [18+]

Summary: tattoos hurt. thankfully your artist is chill about the way you distract yourself from the pain.

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, oral (fem receiving), vouyerism, exhibitionism, male masturbation, explicit descriptions of sex and pain

Read Time: 7 mins

This is possibly the most painful thing you've ever felt. It stings, it burns, and the tip of the gun feels like it's digging under your skin and against the bone beneath. Eddie hisses.

"You're holding me too tight, baby."

You look over to where your hand is gripped around his wrist, fingers white as they curl into his flesh. You release your hold and there are little moon-shaped grooves etched in his skin, blooming red and threatening to bleed.

Steve stops tattooing.

You're laying on the bench in his home studio, having offered yourself as a guinea pig to help him practice working on people for his apprenticeship. He's doing a sternum piece for you, sprawled out over your naked chest while Eddie sits on your other side, one hand massaging your breast while the other gets itself impaled by your clawing grip. It hurts way more than you expected it to. You're lightheaded and nauseous, and your whole body is clammy and feverish. You feel like you might faint.

Steve nervously bites his lip, his gloved thumb stroking over some of the excess ink.

"... It looks really good already," he attempts to console you. "Do you need to take a break?"

You close your eyes and take a few deep breaths. Eddie's hand that cups your breast gives it a gentle squeeze, rolling your nipple between two of his fingers. You moan softly, and all at once you're inspired.

You turn to Steve, asking the question before you can psych yourself out.

"Do you mind if Eddie fucks me?"

The men blink at each other, bewildered. Neither of them says anything for a moment.

"Please," you beg. "It hurts so fucking much and I'm already topless. I think it'll help. I don't want to faint."

Steve stares at Eddie, who stares back at Steve. After a tense pause, Steve shrugs.

"Listen, man, if she's cool with it, I'm cool with it. Just don't move her too much."

Eddie looks down at you, his hand moving to stroke through your hair.

"Is that really what you want, sweetheart?"

He sounds concerned, but the brightness in his eyes and the growing stiffness in his jeans give him away. He's eager. Excited. He gets to bring his favorite pornos to life, and all because it was your idea. This is like Christmas.

You nod, giggling softly.

"Yes, Eddie, just do it. Before I change my mind."

He wastes no time, springing up from his chair and positioning himself at the end of the bench, his hands finding the waistband of your leggings and rolling them down. Steve watches, letting out a soft breath when Eddie exposes your hips, your thighs, the luscious patch of pubic hair between your legs. You grin up at him, gently tapping a finger against his chin.

"Stevie," you remind him. "My tattoo."

He gives you a suave, easy smile as he meets your eyes, a feature left over from his time as a high school womanizer. His cheeks are pink, his pupils consuming his pretty brown irises.

"Right," he chuckles. "Sorry."

He starts up the gun again, and Eddie's tongue finds your clit, pressing flat against you as Steve resumes his work on your chest, the needle stabbing its way back into your skin. The pain is eclipsed by the swirling of Eddie's tongue, the pucker of his lips as he dives in and starts sucking. You moan, focusing on the tingling between your thighs.

"That better?" Steve asks, smirking.

You nod.

"Way better."

Eddie grips your thighs, slinging your legs over his shoulders as he laps and sucks at you, the lewd, wet noises echoing off the walls. You can feel your wetness dripping down your buttocks as he works you towards orgasm. He gazes up at you through his lashes, his cock twitching when he doesn't meet your eyes or your breasts but instead sees Steve leaned over you, glancing his way. Eddie grins.

"How much longer, Harrington?" he wonders.

His lips and chin are glossy. Steve swallows heavily.

"About halfway," he answers.

Eddie nods. He stands, making quick work of his button and zipper and freeing his cock, running his shaft teasingly up the length of your pussy. Steve pauses to watch, his mouth slack at the way you coat Eddie's shaft, how easily it glides against you. Eddie grins as he taps the head of his cock against your clit.

"Her pussy's divine, man," he boasts. "Maybe instead of a tip she'll let you have a taste."

He winks at Steve, his hands moving to your hips as he eases inside of you, letting out a quiet moan. His features contort with the pleasure, succumbing to the heat of your slick walls. He starts to thrust, slow and deep, taking care not to shift you at all so Steve has a stable canvas; his palm presses to your stomach for support.

Steve stares, his cock pressing painfully against the leg of his jeans. After a moment he snaps himself out of it and goes back to work, painfully aware of how close he is to your breasts.

You whimper as Eddie fucks you, gripping the sides of the bench to keep yourself still. Eddie's cock pressing deep inside you, Steve's hot breath fanning over your nipple, the depravity of letting him see you naked and vulnerable has you panting, whining, crying for more. The pain of your sternum tattoo is easily forgotten.

Eddie fucks you for half an hour. Steve fills out the lines of your tattoo, then goes back over them again where they're not dark enough, pausing every so often to watch Eddie plow into you. At one point, you reach your hand between Steve's thighs and palm at him, feeling a rush as he bites his lip to keep from moaning. He whispers that you can take him out if you want. You do, and you haphazardly stroke his cock as he finishes the piece, surprisingly concentrated despite rolling his hips into your palm.

When the tattoo is finished, Steve steps away and lets you and Eddie finish as well. He leans against the counter as Eddie bends over you, his mouth latched to your neck as he rails you with unrelenting force until you cum around him, clenching him tightly and moaning as pleasure shakes your body; he follows close behind. You turn your head and watch as Steve touches himself, pulling on his cock until he reaches his own orgasm, spilling creamy ropes all over his stomach, thighs, and the floor. The skin between your legs is soaked.

Eddie helps Steve clean up while you come to your senses, laying on the bench in a dreamy, fucked out haze as Steve dresses your new tattoo and Eddie wipes the residue of sex off of you, himself, and the furniture. When you finally sit up, you look at Steve and laugh breathlessly, thanking him for a good time.

"How much do I owe you?" you ask.

He shakes his head.

"On the house," he says. He grins. "The private show was payment enough."

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One Call | E.M.

Eddie calls you to pick him up from the police station — eddie x fem!hopper!reader fluff

warnings: eddie gets taken to the police station for peeing in the lake lol

words: 0.8k

“Alright, you know the drill. Someone’s gotta pick you up; you get one call.” Your dad told Eddie, even though they had been through this routine before. “Your uncle again?”

Eddie shook his head. “Nah, Wayne’s out of town. Fishing trip with his buddies. He told me not to bother him unless it’s an emergency.”

“This doesn’t qualify as important enough to call?” One of the officers piped up. 

Eddie turned his neck to look at the cop. “Nope. This is just a normal Tuesday for me.”

Your dad held the phone out for your boyfriend. “Well, you got anyone else you can call?”

Eddie held back a mischievous grin, taking the phone. “I have one person I can call, but I don’t think you’re gonna be happy about it.”

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You rushed down to the station as quickly as possible, only making one stop along the way to grab a peace offering from Benny’s. Before going inside, you looked through the window to scan the tone of the building, making sure it was okay to go inside. 

You opened the door and saw Eddie in handcuffs at one of the officers’ desks, twirling a pen with his fingers. Before he got the chance to look up at you, your dad came out from his office looking surprised to see you. 

“Hey, kiddo, what are you doing here?” He asked. 

You held out the take-out bag for him. “I, uh, I brought you lunch.”

“She’s got ulterior motives, Hopper!” Eddie piped up from across the room. You turned and shot him a glare, along with a whispered 'shut up'. 

Your dad looked confused, now starting to understand the food you brought. "What's he talking about?"

There was an awkward silence as you tried to figure out how to word the reason you were really here. 

"Well, Dad, I'm also here to pick Eddie up." 

He dropped the takeout bag on the nearest desk and pointed an accusatory finger at Eddie, who sported a smirk. 

“This punk?” Your dad asked, raising his voice. “You’re friends with this punk?”

Much to your dismay, Eddie spoke up again. “Dating, actually. But I can’t believe it either, Hopper, honestly.”

Even in the tensest of moments, your Eddie still finds a way to flatter you. You wanted to smile and thank him, but then you remembered he was just brought into the police station and hadn’t told you why, so you stopped yourself. 

“Yeah, Dad, I am. And I know that you can’t stop me from bailing him out, so give me the form to sign.”

The officer whose desk Eddie was sitting at handed you a clipboard and a pen so you could sign and say that you would bail him out and keep him out of trouble for the time being. You flashed a cocky smile to your dad and started filling out the blanks. 

Your dad rubbed his forehead like he was tired of everyone around him—which he was. “Don’t give her the clipboard until I’m done scolding her.” He mumbled. 

“You know I brought him in for pissing in Lover’s Lake with his punk friends, right?”

You did not know that. But you weren’t going to let him win this round. 

“Oh, like Lover’s Lake isn’t already full of piss!” You countered.

“Is that really the hill you want to die on?” 

You forcefully handed the completed clipboard to the officer while rolling your eyes. 

“I don’t want to die on any hill, I just want to pick up my boyfriend!”

Eddie gasped happily as the man took off his handcuffs. “She called me her boyfriend.”

You had to admit, it made you happy too. Even though you were mad at everyone in the room, your angry expression morphed into a smile. “I know, it felt good to say.” You then turned back to your dad. “I’m going now. If you have more to say to me, we can talk tonight.”

With that, you and your boyfriend started walking towards the door. He opened it for you and motioned for you to go first. You started to walk out, but shot a glare at Eddie as you walked by. He messed up and he knew it. 

Before Eddie closed the door behind you, your dad shouted one last thing at you. “You know, kid, just ‘cause he’s out of trouble, doesn’t mean you are!”You looked back at him through the doorway. “Oh, believe me, Dad, he’s not out of trouble yet!”

Eddie Munson NSFW&SFW Hcs

CW: NSFW, talk of kinks, PIV, oral(both M&F), fingering

(NSFW below the cut)

HUGE fan of PDA, especially when you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him or when you play with his rings.

Flirts with you and calls you princess, baby, darling, and sweetheart.

Asks you for help on tutoring him which usually leads to other things...

The first time he kissed you he couldn't stop thinking about it for weeks(he wants to do it again but doesn't know how to ask)

Will try to convince you to play D&D with the Hellfire Club and if you say yes it will 100% just lead to you sitting in his lap flirting with him while he gets distracted from the game.

Shows up at your house randomly because he "forgot something" but it's just an excuse for him to hangout with you and cuddle.

Before you, this man was a virgin. So yes, you will have to show him the ropes.

The first time you had sex he couldn't stop moaning and almost came in a matter of minutes because of how good you felt.

Loves all kinds of foreplay but he especially loves making out, grinding and handjobs.

He is also aroused by the idea of you walking in on him masturbating and catching him moaning your name while he pumps his cock.

Favorite position is you riding him because he gets to watch your tits bounce as he thrusts into you.

Is somehow unnaturally horny and constantly has wet dreams about you ever other day.(Will be in absolute heaven if you can match his horniness)

Has no shame and will makeout with you anywhere, movies? 100%, he'd love to, In the bathroom while the Hellfire Club is outside? You got it, At the library studying? Just give him a few minutes and he's ready.

Loves giving you oral so much because of the way you taste, the way you wrap your thighs around his head, the way you pull on his hair a little to roughly and yes, most of the time he ends up getting pussy drunk because of this and accidentally overstimulates you.

When you give him oral it's completely different, everything he was thinking about immediately goes out the door and is replaced with curses and babbling about how much he loves you. When he's about to cum he'll start moaning even louder than before and begins to pull on your hair while pressing his hips into your mouth.

Also plays guitar so don't be surprised when he makes you cum over and over again with just his fingers. Will immediately get an erection if you clean his fingers off afterwards.

The Library

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Request: Eddie hides from Jason in the library, picking up a random book and sitting at one of the tables and hiding his face. Then when the coast is clear he didnt realize he was infront of reader, who has her nose stuck in her book, listening to music and the moment Eddie sees her he’s in love (like head over heels) even better the fact she’s reading lord of the rings. As soon as reader tries to look up he ducks his head. And ever since that moment he visits the library, pretending to read whatever sitting at the same table as her in hope she might look up til suddenly she says (eyes still looking at her book) “so.. are you going to ask me out or what?” And he stammers and gets all red from it

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: fluff, reader teasing Eddie a little bit, stammering!Eddie, Jason mention, like one curse word, strangers to lovers I guess

AN: This was an anonymous request! I found this idea really cute. I have loved writing shy, stammering Eddie! It’s so cute to think of him like that. Anyway, hope you all enjoy! 

Keep reading

So I keep reading perv!Eddie recently...don't judge me 😂

And I had thoughts. Eddie has the hots for the reader, like pop a boner anytime he sees them kind of hots. How would he handle that? Would he go and handle it? Would he try to control himself? Would he try to sneakily get off somewhere he could still see you?

I'd love to know what you think 😈

You are not the only one who has been reading perv!Eddie, trust me 😈

Warning: perv!Eddie, swearing, male masturbation. 18+ minors DNI

Eddie was fucked. Totally, and completely fucked. It was Tuesday night, and you had come over to get ready before tagging along to the Corroded Coffin show at The Hideout.

When you walked in wearing a tiny black skirt and a top so low cut he was scared you were going to spill out of it, he knew he was in trouble.

He excuses himself to the bathroom while you did your hair and makeup, having popped a boner the second he saw you in that outfit. He slams the door shut and takes a deep breath, willing his erection to go down.

He stands with his back against the door, eyes closed, trying to think about anything other than burying his face in your cleavage. Or between your thighs. Or-

“Hey, do you have an extra hair tie?”, you yell from Eddie’s room.

He feels his cock kick in his pants at the sound of your voice and swipes his hand over his eyes in frustration. He reaches down to palm himself through his jeans, hissing as the already sensitive head scrapes against his boxers.

“Bedside table!”, he answers. His erection is never going to go away with you around unless he gives in and takes care of it. He undoes his jeans and shoves them and his boxers down, groaning as his fingers wrap around the base, squeezing gently. He watches as a fresh bead of precum bubbles from the slit, using it to slick himself as he pumps his fist.

As much as he wants to savor this, to take his time and think about dragging you back to his van after the show and fucking you until you scream, he’s pressed for time. He twists his wrist on the upstroke, head falling back against the door with a loud thud.

“Eddie? Are you ok?”, you call. You stood in front of his mirror on Eddie’s dresser, adding the finishing touches to your makeup.

“Y-yeah! Fine, I’m fine!”, he answers. His cock throbs at the sound of his name on your lips. He groans and tightens his grip, hips thrusting up into his fist.

You finished getting ready, packing up your makeup back and hairbrush before slinging your bag over your shoulder as you make your way into the hallway.

“Eddie! C’Mon, we’re going to be late!”, you shout, knocking on the bathroom door.

The slick sounds of his fist flying over his cock echo through the small bathroom, and he prays you can’t hear it from outside the door. “Ok! I’m coming. Fuck, I’m coming.” Eddie bites his lip to keep from moaning as he cums over his fist. He reaches out and grips the edge of the counter to steady himself, afraid his legs might give out as he catches his breath.

He washes his hands and makes sure he doesn’t look completely wrecked before opening the door. He’s greeted with the sight of you still in the pretty little outfit, now all dolled up. He feels his spent cock start to stir. Yeah, he’s fucked.

Oh Him? That’s Just Eddie Part 3: Responsible

Masterlist: here

Tag List: @akiratoro420

A/N: Enjoy Eddie being a total menace✨

*You took Eddie’s emergency pillow and Eddie is annoyed*

Oh Him? That’s just Eddie Part 1: Who is that?

Masterlist: here

Tag list: @akiratoro420

A/N: I am so excited for this series, also reminder this is a super duper slow burn. Enjoy✨

*Eddie just likes your snacks and doesn’t know who the fuck Steve Harrington is*

But, I’m just not there yet - PART 5

Eddie Munson x goth fem reader 

Summary: Post S4, canon-divergent — Eddie survived the “earthquake” and had his name cleared. It’s now 1990 and the town is changing, as a bunch of young artists and creatives move in. Eddie meets a girl and sees the possibility of a different kind of life for himself. 

Warnings: some angst, fluff and smut (oral, P in V, fingering). Discussions of trauma 

Author’s note: 

Please leave me some feedback and feel free to reblog :)

MINORS DNI

Part 1    Part 2    Part 3     Part 4      Masterlist

As you hang the phone back on the receiver, panic begins to set in.

With no time to get in your full garb, you realise Eddie is going to see you like this – sweatpants and makeup free. And though the thought makes you cringe, you know it would be weird to get fully kitted up at this hour, especially for just a casual hangout.

When he denotes his arrival with a soft knock at the front door, you shuffle there in your slippers, with the sudden overwhelming feeling of regret setting in. Why did I invite him here? You wonder. This was a mistake.

You open the door and give him a strained murmured greeting, to which he immediately notes the shift in your usual demeanour and how tired you look. But, he silently follows as you usher him in and down the hall towards your room, not meeting his gaze. You’ve got a small box of VHS tapes on the bed, some sprawled out like you had been trawling through them.

You hover at the door, holding your elbows and Eddie can tell something is up with you.

“So what have you got here?” he says with a quirked brow, trying to lighten the mood by throwing himself on the bed to start dramatically flicking through the cassettes.

After a moment, he looks up and straight at you, smirking. You take it as a cue to sit down too.  

“I didn’t take you as a 16 candles kind of gal”

“What kind of girl am I then?” You snap back.

“This feels like a trap”

“Eddie! I’m serious” you reply, pushing him by his shoulder.

“I donno. You are all cool and confident. Dark and mysterious.”

“Maybe dark because of the clothing, but not the other things”

“Come across pretty damn confident to me sweets.”

You keep your eyes facing forward, knowing that if you look at him you might tear up. It’s been a long week and you are emotionally spent. But you try to remind yourself that he had been vulnerable with you and you shouldn’t freeze him out now.

After a few moments of expectant silence, you take a deep breath and continue.

“I’m not. The outfits help me feel more sure of myself, I guess. I don’t usually let people see me like this” you say, gesturing to your face and rolling your eyes, trying to hide your embarrassment.

“Sweetheart, I won’t lie and say I don’t like your normal get-up, or how your usual makeup looks all smeared when we…”

You push him by the shoulder again, harder this time, and he dramatically topples down onto the duvet, clutching his arm like he had been shot.

“Gee thanks”

“Hey! I’m just being honest!” He replies, to which you glower playfully in response.

“You look great either way. But I hope you don’t feel like you need to get dressed up for me”

“I don’t, it’s just – I guess it’s kind of like a shield, you know”

“God I definitely know. Believe it or not, but this is a toned-down version of Eddie’’ he says as he gestures down at his ripped jeans and leather jacket with a flourish. “I get enough looks being an accused murderer and all that.”

You smile softly at him, unsure of what to say next, but he breaks the silence “Never have to hide from me. In fact, you taught me that”

“I did?”

“Yeha, well, you made me feel like it was ok so show my scars”

“I guess so”  

“Actually, in the short time I’ve known you, You’ve kind of shown me a lot of things”

You furrow your brow and give him a look of genuine surprise “Like what?”

“That I have options. That it’s ok to have a fucking dream and go after it. To just lighten up a bit - fuck it’s been a while”

You look away as tears prickle at the corners of your eyes. Eddie notices and reaches out and places a palm on your knee. It’s not much but it’s all he’s got.

After a few moments like that, you dash to wipe away a few rouge tear drops and shift to face him on the bed.

“Ok. Pick a goddamn movie already or I’m putting on the breakfast club”

—-

An hour into the movie Eddie gets up to go to the bathroom, so you pause it.

When he comes back and sits back down, you turn to him, finding the courage you had been trying to build up the entire movie, to say something that had been burning in your brain and sitting on the tip of your tongue.

“Sorry about before”

“For what?”

“Being in a mood…”

“Consider it forgotten.” He says, with a wave of a hand, “We all have those days”

You take a deep breath again, making the snap decision to let him in.

“It’s just my mum. Even all the way from Chicago she’s giving me a hard time. Just when I thought I had escaped her bullshit, one phone call and I’m right back in my childhood bedroom, crying myself to sleep again.” You are rambling and you know it, and feel suddenly very exposed, like your on a boat with no life preserver “It’s stupid….I shouldn’t let her get to me”

“Hey listen, it’s not stupid, ok?” He places his hand back on your knee and the gesture isn’t lost, it’s grounding and it makes your tummy do a flip. “ It’s ok to have feelings - another one of those pearls of wisdom you’ve bestowed on me”

You laugh slightly, but it doesn’t reach your eyes and Eddie notices.

“I guess we are all running from something huh” he mutters, looking down and playing with his rings.

“That’s just it though, you can never outrun shit. Even from the other side of the world, I would still have this baggage with my mum. I have to face it or it will never go away. Which is why I’m trying to work on it.”

“I know,” he says looking back up at you “you’re right. I’ve got a few things to work on too.”

You smile at each other and settle back in again, backs resting against the pillows. As the movie continues, Eddie shifts closer, and with every slight move, he makes, his leg brushes against yours and sends tingles down your spine.

You wonder if he’s doing it on purpose, as you start to feel the heat pool low in your belly watching Bender and Claire flirt in the storage closet. You’ve seen the breakfast club a million times and barely need to watch it to follow the story.

The so-called princess and criminal. In a way, Eddie is kind of like Bender, granted, a lot softer around the edges. But from the fragments of his past you have pieced together you know he didn’t have much of a family growing up, an abusive dad, and people saw him how they wanted, as a criminal and murderer, even though nothing could be further from the truth.

He’s kind, soft, and sensitive. A dreamer, and nothing like his facade. And just like Claire, you put up a front so that no one sees that things aren’t at all what they seem.

Eddie is also struggling to focus on the movie. He notices how you tense as he brushes against you, and how you squeeze your thighs together when Bender gives his whole, ‘under the bra and over the panties’ speech. What he wouldn’t give to touch you like that again.

He wonders if he’s kind of like the Bender in this situation. Just like Bender likes Claire, he likes you but knows he probably shouldn’t get to have one shot with you. So, in the beginning, he did what he does best, push you away before you could hurt him. Just like he has been doing that all his life.

But now, he’s let you in and you’ve taken residence in his brain. He can’t escape the way you make him feel, and how much he wants nothing but to hold you close and not let go for as long as you’ll let him.

You’ve let him under your dress, but you are yet to show him your heart.

Tonight, he wants nothing more but to pull you into his arms, and feel your body pressed against his. Fuck it. He decides and does just that, maneuvering you both so you are lying down, then pulling you close and encasing your chest with his arms.

You melt into his touch, feeling relief as the tension of the evening finally starts lifting. There, held firmly in his arms, you start to feel the prickle of an electric current where your bodies meet and you want nothing more than to feel all of him. Tentatively, you shift your body so that the soft plush of your ass and thighs rest against his crotch.

After a few moments, you start to push yourself ever so slightly into his groin. He tenses, feeling the movement, a hardness already growing in his jeans. But he doesn’t shift.

You test the waters again, arching your back and pushing against him harder. His arms around you tighten and you hear him hum quietly, so you repeat the action over and over until the hardness is unmistakable and he has no choice but to roll his hips forward and chase the friction he’s now desperate for. You are too and can feel the unmistakable growing wetness in your core.

After a few moments of intense grinding against one another, getting lost in the feeling, Eddie snakes a hand into the waistband of your sweat pants and underwear, which causes you to take a sharp intake of breath. You want him and he knows, even before he reaches the sodden area, by the way you chase his touch and roll your body against his.

He takes his time, softly feeling around the folds and wetness, teasing you until you are nearly begging for more.

“Eddie please –“

“What do you want baby?”

“Touch me please” you sputter.

He slots a finger inside you and curls it against the spongey wall, which makes you gasp.

“Like this?”

“Ye–es Eddie. Please don’t stop”

“Not gonna stop,” he says firmly. “Not until you are gushing around my fingers”

You whimper as he inserts another finger, working you over but it’s not enough, the pants don’t allow him the ease of access he needs so he pulls away suddenly, to undress you from the waist down quickly. Before, lying back down next to you and resuming his ministrations on your dripping folds.

You let him set the pace as your brain is too exhausted to even think about taking the lead right now. It’s a relief to just let go and chase the pleasure. Even though you’re so quiet and seem so far away, Eddie continues, feeling the way your body responds to him by rutting your hips into his hand. You need this release and he knows that. He would do anything to get you there.

After a little while he finally touches your clit, feeling the slight jolt of your legs as he does. You’re so ready and he can’t wait to give you more, so he removes his fingers and repositions himself so he’s leaving over you kissing down your body and moving to slot himself between your legs.

Nibbling on your thighs and intentionally blowing cold breath on your core, he knows how bad you need him now by the way you moan and writhe in his grip on your thighs. He can’t help himself from diving right in, lapping at your folds hungrily. You gasp at the sensation, then again and again as he switches the movement, going up to lick your clit and focus all his energy on the way it makes you move.

“Grind your beautiful little pussy against my face,” he says while reaching up to place his palm flat against your tummy.

You are so worked up that you come suddenly and without warning, seeing stars and being unable to move or form a coherent thought. Before you are even aware of your surroundings, Eddie is moving to his knees on the bed, and undoing his belt and pants.

You are engrossed in his movements, eyes wide and staring at his hard length, and the bead of precum on the tip. Right now, all that matters is this man and his cock, so you reach out for him, silently begging him to keep going.

He lines himself up with your entrance but just before pushing in, he asks, “Are you still with me Princess?”

You nod, eyes glassy. He can tell how much you want to be taken away for a moment. To not think and just ride the wave.

He slides in slowly, willing himself to take his time and not overwhelm you. Usually, your escapades are hungry, and a little dirty, but Eddie knows this time is different. Tonight, he wants to make you forget everything. To give you release. He wants to be your salvation, even if just for a moment.

He starts to move slowly, watching the way you take him, eyes wide and mouth fallen open. Taking him so well. Taking what you need from him.

Picking up the pace, he studies you as you start to fall apart under him, tears falling out of your eyes and rolling into small puddles on the duvet cover under you. Seeing you like that spurs him to move faster, snapping his thrusts into you sharply, and hearing your groans of overwhelmed pleasure in response. Just as he knows he’s barreling towards his finish, he snakes a hand between you and roughly rubs your clit, sending your spiralling.

The clenching of your walls around his cock has Eddie losing his composure, and his thrusts get

more and more sloppy. A mixture of groans and mutterings of each other’s names fill the room as you both reach your peak, and you fall apart beneath him, gushing around him just as you feel the warmth of his seed spill inside you.

After a moment, he pulls out with a hiss and rolls over to lie next to you.

He doesn’t say anything, or ask you any questions, sensing that you need a moment. You come to with a small smile on your face and turn to him.

“Thanks Eddie,” you say softly, grabbing the hand which is resting against his chest. It’s the one that has your necklace still wrapped around its wrist. “I needed that”

“Anytime princess. Anytime”

You know you should ask him whether he has heard from college yet. Or how he’s going with his songwriting. But you don’t. Instead, you lie in comfortable silence, let him clean you up and then tuck you both in. And for the first time all week, that night you actually get some sleep, holding on to him all night long.

——————————

Eddie, without prompting, proclaims that anyone who is only willing to eat pussy if it's shaved, is a coward

I wasn’t sure how to do this “without prompting” so it’s more there’s minimal prompting

18+ content MDNI

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“Okay, okay, wait a sec.” Eddie said hastily, moving your arms from around his neck so he could hold your hands. “What’s up?”

Fuck, he caught on way too fast. “Just don’t think I’m into being eaten out.” You mumbled, averting your gaze to anywhere but his face.

In reality, you’d forgotten to shave your pubes. The other times any one had gone down on you, you were trimmed, if not totally bare. When you sieve through too many cheesy magazine articles about sex, you tend to pick up what the societal perspectives are. Rather than forming your own.

Shaving was a pain. It was itchy. You nicked yourself at least once every time. Reaching every pube covered area was difficult. You hated that it was just sort of expected.

Eddie didn’t look the least bit convinced by your excuse. “You don’t think you’re into it?” He said fixing you with a curious look. “No one eaten you out before?” Now he just looked horrified, but on your behalf.

“No, no, people have. It’s just-“ you sat up and tried to gather together the right words. It was unlikely that Eddie would be put off by hair - but you’d thought that about George Ulrich last year and he’d recoiled at the very sight of it.

“We can give it a try and if it’s not your thing then we can do something else. How’s that sound?” Eddie smiled, perching himself close to you and kissing your forehead.

You wanted to ride his face more than anything by that point. So, you were just going to have to bite the bullet and deal with any consequences. “I didn’t shower or shave.” You mumbled, chewing the inside of your cheek. This felt like having sex for the first time again and it was just painfully awkward.

“Hmm?”

“I said I didn’t have a chance to shower, so there’s hair. Like a lot.”

Eddie was silent for just a touch too long. His big eyes had widened and he just stared at you - his stare always did make you squirm a little.

“Can I see? I really wanna see.” Eddie rasped, still looking at you, but with a much warmer gaze.

For a split second, you sat in surprise. Pleasant surprise at his request. The slight desperation in his voice only served to make your stomach tighten and your cunt throb.

“Uh, sure. Yeah. As long as you’re sure about-“

“I’m so sure.” Eddie wasted no time in hiking your thighs closer to him, laying you down again and clawing your underwear to the side. He deftly ran his fingers across the hair around your cunt, gathering wet as he stroked. It was like Eddie was fascinated or mesmerised by you and your body.

His calloused fingertips flicked your clit and caused you to groan out a moan. “Hair’s not an issue, got it.” You sighed, melting back into lumpy pillows as Eddie continued to explore you.

“Anyone who’s only willing to eat pussy if it’s shaved is a fuckin’ coward.” Eddie stated, looking up at you with a smile. It was a reassuring smile - all comfort and admiration. He really was grateful that you let him get this far. He would have been good with just kissing you at that party and living on cloud nine from there.

Before you could response, Eddie dove into you. He was licking and sucking at your clit and hole, wishing he could focus on it all at once. Thick fingers soon came up to press into your cunt and making you whine for more. Any friction at all. Anything he could give you.

“You like this, huh?” Eddie mumbled, pulling away from your sopping cunt by a hair. “Said you wouldn’t like getting tongue fucked, but look at you.” He sang ‘you’ with a laugh and grabbed at your hips - wiggling you closer to his face.

“Never had you down there so,” you whined, your voice sounding hoarse as knotted your fingers into Eddie’s wild hair. “God - fucking yes, yes, Eddie.”

“The flattery’s doing it for me, keep going. Please.” Eddie groaned into your cunt. From his nose downwards was pressed into you. He was desperate to get as close to you as physically possible. To taste you, smell you, fuck you. Whatever you’d let him do.

“Your fingers are so much bigger than mine.” You sighed with a smirk, pulling at Eddie’s hair to make him look at you. “Bet your cock’s gonna split me in two.”

At your filthy words, Eddie doubled down his efforts. Sucking your clit into his mouth and flicking it with his wet tongue - drool running down the side of his mouth. The fingers inside you crooked just right and rammed into your soaked hole.

“Cum on my fuckin’ face. C’mon, god, please cum on my tongue. Need it. Need it.” Eddie was chanting and rambling.

The sound of it all was obscene. Beautiful and raw. But obscene. Slick squelching and hoarse panting filled Eddie’s bedroom as he devoured you like he was starving.

In those moments of ecstasy, you decided to never shave again.

Too Much in Common | Eddie Munson X F!Henderson!Reader

Summary: After Dustin brings Eddie home for a D&D campaign, you find yourself enjoying his company more frequently than expected.

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: drug use (marijuana), smut, kinda automatic dubcon since they're both fried?, fingering, a lil praise, eddie’s just a lil obsessed

A/N: it hasn’t been explicitly stated yet but reader is adopted. hopefully i actually post a part two in a timely manner.

The rumbling of Eddie’s van ceased in the Hendersons’ driveway as he turned the key back in the ignition. He was surprised, however, when the metal thrum of a guitar continued despite his radio now being off. Opening his door, he recognized “N.I.B.” by Black Sabbath and realized it was coming from inside, making his eyebrows furrow in confusion. 

He made his way to the front door, not bothering to knock beforehand since Dustin was expecting him and the kid’s mom wasn’t home. “Since when did you get a taste in music, Henderson?” He called over the music blaring from the sound system in the living room. A door around the corner slammed open much more forcefully than necessary and the aforementioned freshman barreled out of his bedroom. 

“It’s my sister!” He shouted back. “She said I could have you guys over while Mom is gone if I didn’t bitch while she was in charge, but APPARENTLY THAT MEANS MAKING ME GO DEAF!” 

Eddie could just barely make out your muttered “oh please” as you entered from the kitchen. You turned down the volume until the sound could be considered background noise. “If anyone here is gonna go deaf, it’s me from your constant shrieking.” Distressed jeans hugged the curve of your waist perfectly and the Poison t-shirt you had on looked soft from numerous wears. He tried not to stare, but he was sure he looked like a cartoon character– bugging, heart-shaped eyes and jaw hitting the floor. He almost missed it when you acknowledged him. “Munson. I heard you were still running Hellfire. Didn’t realize you’d be coming today.”

Oh fuck. You knew him. You knew him? How did you know him? Of course, you had gone to the same school, everybody in Hawkins did, but he would remember meeting a girl like you. Would you be upset with him for not knowing who you are? God, already embarrassing himself and he hasn’t even started talk–

“Relax,” You snorted. “I was a grade under you at Hawkins and I was homeschooled my senior year. We never talked, I wouldn’t expect you to remember me. I’m pretty sure everybody knows about you, though.” And this is when you tell him to get out of your house and stay away from your kid brother because he’s a drug-dealing, Satan-worshipping freak. “It’s nice you’re still running the D&D club, sounds like everything else there gets worse every year.” 

Some of the tension in his muscles slipped away and he realized he’d been subtly bracing himself. “Oh–” The doorbell rang and Dustin ran to get it, welcoming in Mike and Lucas who were already amicably bickering louder than necessary. Behind them trailed the two others they had ridden with, Jeff and Gareth if you remembered correctly. They seemed a little uncomfortable holding a session in a new house, but relaxed drastically when they set eyes on Eddie. “Uh– you guys can go ahead down to the basement with the freshmeat. I’ll be down in a sec, alright?” They nodded, waving politely to you before following the boys.

When they were gone, you and Eddie locked eyes again. “Seriously, I’m glad Dusty has someone watching out for him. He takes more shit than he deserves. Just try to be a good role model, alright? If I find out you give that kid Special K or some shit, it’s fucking over for you. Got it?”

“I would never let anything bad happen to those kids when they’re with me,” He spoke earnestly. “I’m gonna look out for them. If I’m ever gonna do anything right, it’s that.”

“I believe you, Munson.” You gave him a small smile and nodded towards the basement door. “You should probably get going. They can’t start the game without their dungeon master, right?”

An embarrassed flush fought its way up his neck to his cheeks as you turned towards the hall where your bedroom was. Before you could get more than a couple of steps though, he gently grasped your wrist. “Hey uh, by the way– I just wanted you to know that I don’t really– I don’t do any hard stuff anymore. Haven’t in a while. I hardly even sell it anymore and I stopped selling to first-timers.”

“I’m sorry, Eddie, I didn’t mean to–”

“No, don’t worry about it. I totally get it, I just wanted to let you know; for your peace of mind, I guess. You deserve to know who your baby brother’s hanging around with, I don’t want you to think I’m too bad an influence.”

“I don’t think you’re too bad, Munson. Just a healthy amount.” You gave his own wrist a small squeeze as you slipped your hand from his and finally went back to your own room. He gazed after you momentarily, even after your door had closed. If the guys were still present, they would definitely be giving him shit.

As if on cue, he heard Dustin’s muffled shout from the basement. “Eddie, hurry the hell up!”

You were sitting on the front porch swing lighting a joint when his beat-up van pulled up two nights later. “Seek & Destroy” poured from his cracked-open windows until his door opened and he set foot on your driveway once again. “He’s not here, y’know,” You called to him.

“That’s alright, I actually just needed to–” Eddie was halfway between you and his van when he caught a whiff of a particularly familiar scent. A shocked, teasing grin slowly spread across his face. “Henderson, are you smoking marijuana right now?” 

In spite of yourself, you let out a laugh, coughing around a lungful of smoke in the process. “Say it a little louder, Munson, I don’t think the deafening Metallica got the neighbors’ attention.” 

Laughing, he dropped into the space next to you on the swing. “I didn’t peg you for the smoking type.”

“Oh, you mean from the three minutes we interacted?” You squinted playfully but held the joint out to him. “Just weed, I don’t fuck with anything else personally.”

He took you up on the offer, calloused fingertips brushing your skin as he took the joint from you. Examining it for a moment, he smirked as he took a hit. “Fuckin’ with it pretty hard, apparently,” He breathed out. “You roll almost as good as I do.”

“Good, then you can roll the next one.” It passes between you as you speak, though Eddie tries to keep his turns short out of courtesy. “Which brings us back to the topic of why you’re here mooching my shit. You said you needed to do something?”

“Right, I uh- I forgot my lucky dice here the other night. I figured I’d pick ‘em up on my way home from The Hideout.” 

“Oh yeah, you’re in a band or something, right?” 

“Since middle school,” He nodded, “Just me and a few guys from school, s’called Corroded Coffin.”

“Sounds metal.”

“We try to,” He chuckled.

“You like Black Sabbath and Metallica, you’d better,” You teased. You didn’t notice the way his eyes followed your every move as you smoked. The way your cheeks hollowed ever so slightly as you sucked in a hit, how your breath hitched and your eyes fell closed as you held it in. The corners of his lips curled up in amusement watching you blow Os while conversation lulled for a moment. Offering him one last hit first, you stub out the roach on the ground and stand from your seat. “C’mon in, you can go get your dice.”

“Thanks,” He hummed, grabbing the door as soon as it was open to hold it for you. 

“Have you eaten?” You ask, heading into the kitchen as he made his way toward the basement door. “I haven’t, I was gonna make a sandwich or something. You want one?”

“That’d be great, actually, thank you.” The dice weren’t hard to find seeing as he’d left them there on purpose. So maybe it was a little weird, definitely a little desperate, but he wanted to make sure he had another opportunity to see you– get his foot in the door, so to speak– and he really hadn’t expected all this. He’d hoped you’d be the one to answer the door and he’d get to make small talk for a few minutes, point out your shared taste in music maybe, but this? Catching you alone, sharing a joint, getting invited in for something to eat? This was going better than he could’ve possibly expected.

“Find ‘em?” You called down.

“Yup!” He jogged back up the stairs, waving the small velvet bag as he joined you in the kitchen. “All good.”

“What a relief. Can’t have the dungeon master thrown off his game, that would be a travesty.” You glanced up at him mischievously as you finished making the first sandwich, scooting the plate across the counter to him.

Eddie suppressed a smile, shaking his head as he picked up the sandwich. “You just love teasin’ me with that, don’t you?” He asked before he took what was probably an unattractively large bite.

“Depends on what kind of teasing we’re talking about, Munson.” You drawled casually in return, turning to continue making your own. Meanwhile, it was an effort just for him to keep his food in his mouth without choking on it. You were flirting with him.

Weren’t you? Maybe you weren’t. Maybe you’d meant it the other way around– that you’d only tease him in a joking way and that you’d never want to–

“Eddie, I can see the smoke coming out of your ears,” You snorted. “Stop thinking so hard, you’re gonna hurt yourself.” You took a big bite before grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge. “Want one?” His answer was going to be yes, but you were grabbing him one before he had responded anyway. There was a brief and fairly comfortable silence as you cleaned up the rest of your small mess and he took a few long swigs of his water. “Wanna finish these in my room? We could smoke another joint maybe…just chill out, I don’t know…”

“Yeah, totally,” He agreed, maybe a little too eagerly.

“You’re rolling though,” You remind him over your shoulder as he begins to follow you to your bedroom.

The door creaked as you opened it, waiting for him to enter after you so you could close it. As you opened the window wide and lit a stick of incense, he took in his surroundings. Your room wasn’t like the average teenage girl’s– not that Eddie had seen very many of those– not pastel-colored, or frilly, or covered in heartthrob posters, though a few stuffed animals were perched tenderly on your bed. Actually, it was almost more like his, albeit much more organized. There were posters of horror movies and rock bands filling a decent amount of the empty space on your walls, the Dio flag pinned to the ceiling drawing his attention. “Oh, that is so sick!”

“I thought you might like some ‘a this stuff,” You laughed softly. Nodding towards the stereo in the corner, you continued, “You can put something on if you want.” He squatted down to look through your cassettes, hearing your voice move through the room as you got out your bud, tray, and paper. “Try to keep it understated though, alright? Nothing too hard or fast right now.”

“Really tryin’ to mellow out tonight, huh?” He began playfully, but looked back at you as his tone softened a little. “Everything okay?”

“Oh, I’m alright,” You reassure. With the cassette in place, he made sure the volume was low before it began playing softly as you spoke. “I just get a little too pent up sometimes, you know? Everything’s just been kind of a lot lately, ‘s why I was already smoking when you showed up.”

“Hey, I can beat it if you want. I didn’t mean to show up outta the blue at a bad time and I definitely don’t have to stick around if you don’t want me here. I can totally get it if you want the time to yourself–”

“Please stay,” You quietly interrupted, then seemed a little embarrassed. “Sorry, I didn’t– I’d appreciate the company if you wanna stay a little while.”

Eddie gave you a comforting smile before taking a seat at your vanity to roll the joint, trying to lighten the mood. “Careful what you wish for, Henderson. I mean, you’ve got good music, good weed, made me dinner; I might be hangin’ around here more often with this kinda treatment. You’ve got me livin’ the life, babe.”

Laying down on your bed to watch him, your voice was more serious than he expected when you replied. “You’re welcome any time, you know. Mom likes when the house is busy and I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but Dustin practically worships the ground you walk on.” His rings glinted in the lamplight as he carefully sprinkled the bud onto the paper.

“Yeah? And what’s your review, hm?” You didn’t mean to stare at the way his lips wrapped around the joint or how his tongue traced the seam of the paper to seal it.

You hummed vaguely as he finished up, gently plucking it from between his fingers when he was done. Dramatically inspecting it much longer than he had yours, you finally say, “You roll clean joints.”

He shakes his head and laughs. Your lips close around the paper, feeling the seam still damp with his spit, and you jut your chin toward his lighter on the vanity. Grabbing it without a word, he leans forward to give you a light. Your gaze catches on his rings once more before lifting to his face again. A reflection of the flame makes the brown of his eyes warmer as they lock with yours, looking up from where you still lay on the bed on your stomach. You take a long pull as he draws the lighter away again and the spell is broken.

Sitting up to breathe the smoke in deeper, you tuck your knees under you. Eddie joins you on your bed, but not before he kicks off his shoes by the bedroom door. He sits cross-legged just in front of your pillows so you shuffle around to face him. “So, how was your concert?”

He snorted, “Concert might be a bit heavy. Gig is a little more accurate. Show maybe.”

You roll your eyes, but keep your tone light and pass the joint. “You’re a loser, you know that? You knew exactly what I was talking about, answer the question.”

“It was pretty good I guess,” He shrugged and took a long hit. “I think there may have been a whole seven people this time. And one of them was even sober!”

You smiled sympathetically, “You’re just in the wrong town. Don’t worry, I’ll come watch you play. I don’t know if that’d be a good atmosphere for the boys, but I could probably force Steve, Nancy, and Robin to come.

He twisted one of his rings around his finger for a moment. “That’s really nice, sweetheart.”

With each toke you both took, the joint burned slightly shorter until it was almost completely gone. “You want the last hit?” you asked. “I finished the last one. And you rolled this one anyway.”

“No, that’s alright. It’s your weed; I’m literally a drug dealer, I’ve got plenty at home.”

“Here,” You took one last long drag and he raised an eyebrow in confusion, but he understood when you sat up further on your knees and leaned toward him. A sense of giddy excitement overtook him for a second, nerves probably heightened from the weed, but he kept his composure. When your lips slotted over his, he took a deep breath in. His hand slid into your hair to keep your head steady as you sighed the smoke into his mouth. Your lips grazed over his afterward, very obviously lingering long after it was necessary. You giggled as you slumped down into a laying position, letting your head fall back into his lap.

“Seems like someone’s a lot more relaxed now,” He cooed playfully.

“Sorry, I can get off ‘f you–” He notices how your voice is slightly rougher after smoking so much.

“Hey, no–” His hands settle warmly over your shoulders, not holding you down so much as they were encouraging you to stay put. “It’s alright, baby. You can get comfy, you’re not bothering me.”

His hands soothed up and down your arms as you settled back in. “That feels really nice.” You hummed quietly and it drew out into another giggle, “Everything feels really nice.”

He laughs a little airily himself, “It does, doesn’t it?” Your skin felt so soft and warm beneath his fingertips, tracing imaginary shapes along the bare flesh of your arms. “‘M feelin’ pretty good, myself.” Your eyes couldn’t help but wander to his pretty pink lips again. They’d felt so soft against yours and you wanted more– to really feel him this time. His thumb brushes your chin, dragging down in a way that had your mouth opening slightly. “What’re you thinkin’ so hard about, sweet thing?”

Blinking up at him with glassy eyes, you raised an arm to brush your fingers over his flushed cheek. “Eddie, c’n you kiss me? Please?”

“Yeah?” He moved his thumb a bit higher to tug your lower lip down a bit, face dipping down a bit closer to yours. “That what you want?” You were nodding before he even finished his sentence, making him chuckle quietly. 

He allowed his lips to graze teasingly over yours, just barely touching, before finally kissing you. His nose brushed your chin and you could feel the small smile adorning his face before your lower lip was sucked softly between his. Fingers winding into his mess of frizzy curls, you moaned quietly into his mouth and pulled him closer. After another moment though, he slowly drew back, lips separating from yours with a soft smack that made you unreasonably desperate for more.

An ache had sparked in his lower back while loading the amps into the van after their show earlier that evening, deepening as he proceeded to help load the rest of the equipment afterward. Now the deep curve he had molded it to in order to keep his mouth on yours had the pain radiating up his entire back. “As much as I’m enjoying this– and believe me, babe, I’m seriously enjoying it– my back is kinda killin’ me and hunching over you like this…” 95% of his brain was screaming at him to shut the fuck up, to ignore it and just keep kissing you breathless anyway, but the other 5% was crying out to lay down and he had to listen.

“Oh, sorry,” There was a slight pant in your voice as you released your grasp on his hair. He sat up slowly as if a movement too fast would shatter the calm in the air. You sat up yourself, watching as he eased himself back onto your pillows. “S’that better?”

“Way better,” He confirmed. “We can uh- we could keep kissing if you want.”

Openly cringing at how awkward that sounded, he opened his mouth to say something else before you interrupted him with a still-sluggish giggle. “I’d like that, Eddie.”  

“Okay,” He nodded rapidly. 

Leaning forward onto your hands and knees, you crawled into his lap. His hands instantly settled on your thighs, running up and down the material of your pajama pants. His eyes flickered wildly over your body a few times before gazing up at you in awe. You didn’t waste any time in kissing him again, which was much easier now that he wasn’t upside down. As you moaned into his mouth, his hands molded to your hips, squeezing and pulling you as tight to him as he could get you. His tongue slipped between your lips, making them open further as your hands found his hair once again. 

He didn’t mean to start moving, slowly grinding into you in an attempt to relieve the tightness in his jeans that definitely wasn’t a problem before he came over— but then you were rocking down on him yourself, clothed cunt rubbing against him in a desperate search for friction. Hips rutting up into yours, he braced a palm against your lower back. You could feel his hardness pressing into you through the layers of clothing between you. Pulling back for air, you panted into his mouth, still subtly grinding against him. “Fuck,” He grunted quietly. The soft whimper of his name that you gave him in return made his head fall back against the wall with a thud. “Got me so fuckin’ hard, sweet thing. Please, don’t stop.”

“Don’t wanna stop,” You whined back quietly. “Feels so good.” 

“Good,” He cooed. “Don’t worry, ‘m gonna keep makin’ you feel good.” Hot, open-mouthed kisses moved down your neck and you let out a moan. His fingers wormed their way past the hem of your shirt, tracing the cup of your bra. “This okay?” He mumbled against your skin. Nodding, you cupped his hand and guided it higher until he pushed your bra out of the way. The pad of his thumb brushed firmly over your nipple, making your hips jerk against his. “Mmm, so sensitive. Is that jus’ the weed or are you always like this?”

“Both,” You breathed out. “‘N you’re good at all this.”

“Aw you don’t have to butter me up, baby,” He grinned. “I’m gonna make you cum either way.” Free hand dipping past the waistband of your pajama pants, Eddie continued playfully, “But, go on. Keep tellin’ me how much I turn you on.”

“Eddie,” You pleaded, “C’mon.” 

Fingers stroking the damp fabric of your underwear, he asked, “This okay? Really want me to touch you?” Your desperate nods made his lips curl, pressing more firmly against you and drawing out a moan that you tried to stifle. “No, no, no, you gotta tell me how it feels, sweet thing. We’re all alone, you can make those pretty noises, it’s okay.”

Your head slumped into the crook of his neck, mouthing lazily at his skin. Nudging your underwear to the side, he sank his middle finger knuckle-deep into you. Grasping tightly at the worn material of his t-shirt, your breath hitched. “Mmm, fuck– yes, Eddie, thank you.”

“Look at you, usin’ your manners ‘n everything. Of course, you would. Such a good girl.” Your moans only grew louder, making his hips jerk in search of friction. “So warm and wet, bet you’d feel so good around my cock.” Lifting your head to kiss him again, your hand found the shape of his length in his jeans. He rolled his thumb over your clit in circles as his hips rocked against your palm. Mouths open against each other’s, you exchanged panting breaths and muffled moans. Confined by your pants, his hand didn’t have much room for movement, leaving your hips stuttering frustratedly. “Lemme get these off’a you, babe. Can make you feel so much better than this.”

Suddenly, his hand was curled under your thigh and you let out a small squeal as you were flipped onto your back beneath him. Your pants and underwear were yanked down your legs feverishly, Eddie parting them to slip two fingers into you this time. “Shit, Eds!”

“Fuck, I’m sorry, was that too much?” Immediately, he tried to withdraw his hand, but you gripped his wrist to stop him. 

“Don’t stop, Eddie. Please, don’t stop,” You rushed.

“Alright, sweetheart, ‘m right here. Don’t worry.” Your hands laced into his hair for stability as his fingers crooked into a spot that almost made your eyes cross. Already dripping onto your bedspread, you pulled him even closer to you. Smirk spreading across his face, he said, “Oh yeah. That’s the spot, huh, baby?”

“Fuck, Eddie, you’re gonna make me come,” You whined.

“Good, want you to soak my fingers.” His hips rocked forward, clothed cock grinding into the back of your thigh. “Wanna feel you come for me.” The way his thumb rubbed so firmly against your clit had heat shooting all the way to your toes. Desperately tugging him down for another kiss, your thighs trembled as they squeezed closed around his hand. “There it is,” He murmured lowly against your lips. “Mmm, you’d feel so fuckin’ good coming around my cock, sweet thing.” The deep cadence of his voice had you shaking.

Grasping at the back of his shirt, you buried your face in the crook of his neck. He held you in silence for a long moment until your head eventually dropped back against the bed. A smile slowly grew on your face as you looked up at him and you let out a small giggle, making him grin down at you. He laughed softly too as he pressed his forehead against yours. 

Eyes darting shortly to the alarm clock on your nightstand, you did a double-take when you noticed how late it was. “Son of a bitch, my mom’s gonna be home any minute!” You grabbed your discarded underwear and pajama pants from the foot of the bed as soon as Eddie had peeled himself off of you. “Uh– fuck, I’m really sorry. I promise I didn’t mean to invite you in just for this, I just didn’t realize how late it got. I didn’t mean to leave you hanging, but–”

“Are you kidding?” He was already leaning against the wall by your door, slipping on his beat-up air forces. “I had a blast, babe. We should do this again sometime,” He winked teasingly.

You rolled your eyes half-heartedly, feeling your body warm. When the two of you reached the front door, you rubbed your arm and met his eyes only a bit awkwardly. “I’m sorry again about not…returning the favor.”

He chuckled, giving you a small smirk. “Don’t worry about me, sweet thing. After tonight, I’ll have no trouble taking care of it myself.” Taking a step closer to you, he leaned down for a kiss that was much slower and softer than the last few you’d shared. “I’ll see you soon, yeah?”

“Night, Eddie. Thanks for keeping me company tonight.”

“Anytime.”

You waited at the door until he’d gotten in his van and driven away before finally heading back to your room. As soon as you closed your bedroom door and flopped down on your bed, you heard your mom’s car pull into the driveway. Meanwhile, Eddie drove home, foot a little heavy on the gas pedal as he itched to get back to his own room.

He didn’t see you again for two weeks. He knew the Hendersons’ phone number, but there was no way he could ask for you if Dustin or your mom picked up. So he waited, very impatiently mind you, and hoped he hadn’t ruined things by going so far with you so fast. 

When he did finally see you, it was at Hawkins High School. You’d come to pick Dustin up from that week’s Hellfire club meeting. You knocked on the door before entering, knowing that– despite the session being scheduled to end ten minutes ago– they often ran over their allotted time. Sure enough, you heard Eddie’s booming voice as you cracked open the door and slipped inside.

“And as the chimera flew closer–” When he noticed you he immediately straightened from his position looming over the table, clearing his throat and clasping his hands together behind his back. He didn’t want to scare you off with all this yet. “Okay gentlemen, that’s all for today.” The collective groan they let out had you feeling a bit guilty, they’d obviously been enjoying themselves, and now you were being the annoying big sister; you should’ve just waited in the car. But Eddie was quick to speak again. “Oh, cut the moaning. We’re almost fifteen minutes over and you all need more time to prepare for battle anyway. Amateurs.”

As the others all packed up their things, he approached you and you greeted him with a smile. “Sorry for interrupting, seemed pretty intense, I hope it wasn’t too important.”

“No, no, it’s good you came in. We would’ve been all caught up until someone else came in to stop us in a much less forgiving manner.” You both laughed and it went quiet for a moment before he cleared his throat again. “So uh, I’ve been hoping I’d see you around.”

“Yeah, me too… Smoking alone isn’t as fun anymore.”

His lips quirked up into a smirk and he nodded playfully. “Yeah, ‘ve been thinking the same. You should start buying from me, you know. I’ll give you a discount.”

“Oh, so I have to pay you to smoke with you again? You know, we used my shit last time,” You teased.

“You’ll never pay for anything you smoke when you’re with me, sweetheart. I’m a gentleman after all. Here, hang on.” He dashed back to the table, hunching over to write something down before tearing off the small scrap of paper and coming back to you. “Now you can get a hold ‘a me, come smoke all my weed anytime.”

“Oh, I’ll be taking you up on that.”

Your comfortable conversation was interrupted when Dustin shouted your name. “What’re you doing? Let’s go!”

“I’ll see you around, Munson.”

“Sure thing, Henderson.” 

As you drove Dustin home, you couldn’t help but wonder if it was a bad idea to get involved with Eddie. He was one of Dustin’s best friends now, a mentor for him, one of the only male role models he’s had aside from Steve since he lost his father. The last thing you wanted was to make Dustin feel like you were taking that away from him. God forbid something should happen between you and Eddie and he doesn’t feel comfortable coming around anymore. You couldn’t do that to him. 

Still, you found yourself hunkered over the phone in the living room that night. You tried to hold out, you really did, but you only managed to hold yourself back until almost midnight after your family had gone to bed. Coiling the cord around your finger, you waited impatiently as the phone rang three times.

When he finally picked up, you could hear the smirk in his tone. “Hi, sweet thing. Just couldn’t stay away, could you?”

“Well, I figured I was running low on bud anyway,” You drawled quietly. 

“You’re awful quiet,” He teased. “Don’t want Mommy to catch you up on the phone so late?”

“Fuck off,” You scoffed playfully. “If you’re having so much trouble hearing me over the phone, why don’t you come over?”

“Oh, so she minds a phone call, but it’s okay if we have a sleepover?” He snorted. 

“No, but if you’re quiet you can sneak in and back out before she wakes up to get ready for work. I’ve got twenty bucks calling your name,” You cooed enticingly.

“Seriously?”

"Come on, Munson, you've never climbed through a girl's window before? I'm disappointed."

He simply replied, "I'll be there in fifteen, make sure it's unlocked."

Perv!eddie + corruption kink 😵‍💫😵‍💫 Who plays along with reader’s cute little antics just so he can get into her pants <33 all he thinks about at her cute frilly socks, her little skirts, and her sticky bubblegum kisses.

“stick bubblegum kisses” just fell to the ground and cried a little

cw: perv!eddie x naive reader, big big corruption kink, implied smut.

“this one’s my favorite.” you say cheerfully, clutching a white teddy to your chest and waving it’s little hand. you place the worn stuffed animal back in it’s designated place, patting its head gently.

eddie smiles warmly at you from across your room, taking in the way your strawberry patterned lounge shorts hug the soft of your ass. he’s been rock hard for an hour watching you introduce your stuffies to him one by one, thinks he might make you hump a couple for him later.

he chuckles to himself at the sheer absurdity of his current situation. him, the metalhead, clad in all black, lounging in a baby pink beanbag chair like some kind of fool. you’re lucky he’s so fond of you.

the thing about eddie munson though, was that he got off on stuff like this. fucked his hand to the thought of taking you for the first time right on your teddy bear sheets. (which he did.)

thought about ripping your little boyshort panties off in the back of his van and tongue fucking your ass until you cried. (which he did.)

and ultimately dreamed about making your stuffies watch you two go at it on the plush of your bedroom rug. (he’s still working on that one.)

in the end, he figures if you sitting him down and making him listen to your stuffed friend’s backstories was what ultimately got him a one way ticket to pound town, he was more that obliged to do so.

“oh yeah?” he entertains your little rant, feeling his cock swell a bit more when you stalk over to him weilding a small black bunny.

“n’ what’s this one’s name?” he asks you theatrically, pulling you into his lap by the backs of your thighs.

you don’t feel a thing when he shifts to settle your heat flush to his weeping cock. you don’t even hear the soft groan he makes when he feels the plush of your lips part around his swolen cockhead.

“ozzy.” you tell him, giggling at the way his face lights up at the refrence.

“that’s real cute babydoll.” he smiles into the side of your neck, huffing at the scent of your sweet perfume.

you gasp when he rocks into you, humping at your mound through the constraints of his taught jeans. you gasp even louder at the friction, shivering when you feel his hand wrap around your ankle.

“these are real fucking cute too.” he rasps, playing with the frill of your little socks. he leans down to kiss over the lace, laving at the strip of skin just above your ankle with his searing tounge.

“really?” you ask him, giggling at the kiss he presses to your heel.

“eds are you..” you start, looking down at his lap.

“do you have one of those again?” you whisper, referring to the tent in his pants.

“h’oh yeah.” eddie tells you with a sleazy grin, pulling at the hem of your pajamas shorts.

“got one real bad looking at these.” he thinks he might explode when he catches your pupils dilate at his revelation.

“remember what i told you though? ‘bout when I get like this?”

you nod, wrapping a strand of his hair around a manicured finger.

“said you need a little help sometimes.” you mumble, too focused on the shiny tuft to care about the creeping hand inching towards your slit.

he thinks he’ll get what he came for after all.

older!eddie calls you ‘bunny’. 18+.

what seems to be an affectionate, sweet, cutesy little nickname actually came from a rather filthy night the two of you had.

you’d been bouncing on his cock for what felt like hours, climbed on top and riding him, hips swirling, slamming against his hairy thighs. your fingers raked over his soft tummy, coated with a smattering of hair that went to his base, coarse hair providing friction for you to grind your clit into.

“god, I love it when you bounce on my cock like this, sweetheart.” eddie grunted, calloused hands gripping your hips, lazily thrusting up into you. “you just bounce and bounce and bounce.” he grinned, hearing your little whines and mewls, face pinched in pleasure.

“you’re just like a little rabbit, aren’t ya? hoppin’ all over my dick?” eddie purred. you clamped around him, hips lifting and dropping deeper, harder. “fuck- you’re just my little bunny, aren’t ya?”

you nodded, whimpers tumbling out of your mouth as he thrusted into you, meeting your hips. “say it for me, baby.” eddie rasped, cigarette stained lungs from years of smoking making his voice huskier, sexier. “say you’re my little, bunny.”

“I-I’m- oh, fuck- I’m your little bunny.” you whimpered, nails digging in harder, grinding your hips in slow circles.

eddie chuckled, fingers reaching around to rub your clit, sending shockwaves up your spine, deep, pornographic moans ripping out of your throat.  he liked you like this. so fucked out and desperate you’d do anything he said, say anything he wanted.

“again.” eddie said, fingers pressing into your clit, tight circles rubbing against your sensitive button.

the coil in your stomach was threatening to snap, so close you were practically seeing stars already. eddie knew it. he thrusted up into you, fingers rubbing you as you gasped, head leaning back tipping towards the ceiling.

“i’m your bunny, i’m your little bunny, eddie. oh my fuck-“ chest heaving, you fell forward, head spinning and resting in the crook of his inked neck.

later, eddie’s limbs were tangled with yours, sheets sprawled over the two of you. he had a cigarette lit between his lips, blowing the smoke away from you while you cling to his chest. you were always clingy after sex, pliant and needy; he loved it.

“you fallin’ asleep on me, bunny?” eddie grumbled, grinning down at you as your eyelids fluttered.

you snorted. “that nicknames sticking?” you asked, cheeky smile hidden in his chest.

eddie grinned, bumming the cigarette and turning, kissing you deep. soft pillowy lips catching yours, the faint taste of nicotine on his tongue. his beard ticked your top lip, nose rubbing against yours. you scrunched yours up, giggling as he grinned at you.

“g’night, my little bunny.”

Eddie Munson brain dump because I have too many thoughts to keep contained: Mild NSFW. MDNI

-He has the best hugs. You know the ones where you feel completely safe in their arms? Like nothing bad can happen as long as they're holding you? His hugs are like that.

-This boy is so starved for affection. We saw the way he gave Chrissy a discount just for being nice to him. Anytime you say something sweet or give him a gentle touch he just fucking melts.

-Aftercare king. He can get a little mean when he's in dom!space but afterwards he treats you like a goddamn queen.

-Speaking of queen, absolutely calls you stuff like Princess, Honey, Sweetheart. Refers to you and his guitar as 'his girls'.

-One time, you call him "dungeon master" jokingly but it turns out he really likes it. After that he always makes you call him "master" whenever you're fucking.

-Loves fucking you so good that you cry. At first, he was scared, thinking he hurt you (too much) but once he figured out the tears are a good sign he can't get enough of them.

-Has plenty of experience from the girls in Hawkins wanting to get some strange but has never actually been a relationship before you.

-You can never decide what he's most talented with, his tongue, his fingers or his cock. No matter what he's using, you're coming at least three times before he lets up (unless you've been bad and he's denying you orgasms.)

-Is an absolute dom but secretly gets a thrill and thinks it's ridiculously hot on the rare occasion when you take control.

-The mouth on this man is absolutely filthy. Once he knows you're into both degradation and praise he literally will not shut up when your fucking. Even when he's beyond words he's got the most beautiful moans and grunts.

-His hipbones and happy trail have you changing religion. Forget communion, you've got a new god to get on your knees to worship.

-Will make a point to kiss every part of your body that you're self-conscious about. Seriously, if you've got a hang-up about so much as your fucking fingernails, each one's getting a smooch.

-Fucking adores really sloppy blowjobs with just a hint of teeth.

-But he loves giving head even more than getting it. Eats pussy like a starving man getting his last meal. Would have you sit on his face all day if you let him.

-Loves marking you. Hickies, love bites, bruises shaped like his hands. Wants anyone who so much as glances at you to now that you're owned.

-The first time you get together, you're teasing him, telling him he isn't mean. Saying something like "You're such a sweetheart, the only time you can even pretend to be mean is when you're dungeon master." Eventually he gets fed up and pins you to the wall by your neck. He can feel your throat bob against his palm and you choke out, "I don't think this is having exactly the effect you intended it to, Munson." And when he looks down and sees you rubbing your thighs together the smirk on his face is pure sin.

Harringroveson (Steve Harrington X Billy Hargrove X Eddie Munson) X Reader Idea’s for you!

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Harringroveson X Harley Quinn!Reader

Harringroveson X Raven!Reader (Raven from titans 2018)

Harringroveson X Daki!Reader

Harringroveson X Jinx!Reader (your jinx from arcane)

Harringroveson X Robot!Reader (inspired by m3gan from m3gan 2023)

Harringroveson X Scarlet Witch!Reader (You have the scarlet witch outfit from multiverse of madness, you have the Darkhold and it has corrupted you, your fingers are completely black)

Harringroveson X Mute!Reader (your 100% mute so you use sign language or a notepad)

Harringroveson X Maleficent!Reader

Harringroveson X Catwomen!Reader (inspired by the Hallie Barry version)

Harringroveson X Captain Marvel!Reader

Harringroveson X Ahmanet!Reader

Harringroveson X Enchantress!Reader

Harringroveson X Dragon!Reader (inspired by Siveth from DragonHeart: Vengeance)

Harringroveson X Ghostface!Reader

Harringroveson X Blind!Reader (not a normal blind a toph beifong kind of blind)

Harringroveson X Egyptian Goddess!Reader

Harringroveson X Angel!Goddess!Reader

Harringroveson X Female!Demogorgan!Reader

Harringroveson X Na’vi!Reader

Harringroveson X Cruella!Reader (inspired by the 2021 version)

Harringroveson X Vampire!Reader (inspired by Abigail from Abigail 2024)

Harringroveson X Siren!Reader

Harringroveson X Werewolf!Reader

Harringroveson X Demon!Reader

Harringroveson X Airbender!Reader (you have Aang’s powers and tattoos Aang from the last Airbender)

Harringroveson X Russian!Reader

Harringroveson X Amethyst Witch!Reader (scarlet witch powers but purple, you have the outfit from multiverse of madness, you have the Darkhold and it has corrupted you badly, most of your hand is black because of how much it has corrupted you)

Harringroveson X Escape Lab!Reader (you have scarlet witch powers but golden, you don’t really speak but if you do it’s broken English)

Harringroveson X Jennifer Check!Reader

Harringroveson X Mermaid!Reader

Harringroveson X Yandere!Reader

Harringroveson X Hydrokinesis!Reader (water manipulation)

Harringroveson X Chronokinesis!Reader (time manipulation)

Harringroveson X Animankinesis!Reader (life manipulation)

Harringroveson X Wednesday!Reader (inspired by the Jenna Ortega version)

Harringroveson X Telumkinesis!Reader (weapon manipulation)

Harringroveson X Deaf!Reader (your 100% deaf so you use sign language or a notepad)

Harringroveson X Mensio-Ergokinesis!Reader (quantum energy manipulation)

Harringroveson X Chorokinesis!Reader (plant manipulation)

Harringroveson X Pyrokinesis!Reader (fire manipulation, instead of being normal fire it’s dark blue fire instead)

Harringroveson X Atmokinesis!Reader (weather manipulation)

Harringroveson X Ergokinesis!Reader (energy manipulation)

Harringroveson X Omnikinesis!Reader (reality manipulation)

Harringroveson X Tarrakinesis!Reader (element manipulation)

Harringroveson X Rose Witch!Reader (scarlet witch outfit from Wanda vision, you have not discovered the the Darkhold…yet)

Harringroveson X Emerald Witch!Reader (scarlet witch powers but green, you have the scarlet witch outfit from Wanda Vision, you have not discovered the Darkhold…yet)

Harringroveson X Photokinesis!Reader (light manipulation)

Harringroveson X Aerokinesis!Reader (air manipulation)

Harringroveson X Electrokinesis!Reader (electricity manipulation)

Harringroveson X Succubus!Reader

Harringroveson X Telekinesis!Reader (your more powerful than Vecna and eleven combined, you were born with telekinesis)

Harringroveson X Male!Escape Lab!Reader (you have fire manipulation, water manipulation, plant manipulation and telekinesis all powers are very strong)

Harringroveson X Cryokinesis!Reader (ice manipulation)

Harringroveson X Tourette’s!Reader

Harringroveson X Zombie!Reader

Harringroveson X Famous!Singer!Reader

Harringroveson X Quiet!Depressed!Reader (you show no emotion, your very quiet you don’t like to talk at all, you don’t smile)

Harringroveson X Transgender!Reader

Harringroveson X Murderer!Reader

Harringroveson X British!Reader

Harringroveson X SZA!Reader

Harringroveson X Ashnikko!Reader

Harrringroveson X Half-Shark!Reader (your half shark so you have shark teeth)

Harringroveson X Maleficent!Reader (Maleficent but with blue powers not green)

Harringroveson X Yandere!Demon!Reader

Harringroveson X Female!Ink Bendy!Reader

Harringroveson X Female!Alastor!Reader (your Alastor from hazbin hotel but female, you have a human disguise so you blend in)

Harringroveson X Sapphire Witch!Reader (scarlet witch powers but dark blue, you have the scarlet witch outfit from multiverse of madness, you have the darkhold and it has corrupted you badly)

Harringroveson X Darkness Witch!Reader (scarlet witch powers but black, you have the scarlet witch outfit from Wanda vision, you have just discovered the Darkhold and you are starting to use it not knowing what it is gunna do to you)

Harringroveson X Yandere!Vampire!Reader (inspired by Abigail from Abigail 2024)

Harringroveson X Goth!Reader

Harringroveson X Ravenna!Reader (your Ravenna from ‘the huntsman & snow white’)

Harringroveson X Punk!MetalHead!Reader

Harringroveson X Nezuko!Reader

Harringroveson X Abigail Lazar!Reader (Abigail Lazar From Abigail 2024)

Harringroveson X Terminator!Reader

Harringroveson X Veronica Mayday!Reader (your Veronica from helluva boss)

Harringroveson X Yandere!Siren!Reader

Harringroveson X Tall!Fey!Goddess!Reader

Harringroveson X Beldem!Reader (your basically what the other mother is in coraline)

Harringroveson X Wonder Women!Reader

Harringroveson X Nancy Downs!Reader (you are Nancy downs from the craft)

Harringroveson X Doja Cat!Reader

Harringroveson X Half-Siren Half Vampire!Queen!Goddess!Reader

Harringroveson X Mommy Long Legs!Reader (your mommy long legs from poppy playtime)

Harringroveson X Cartoon Cat!Reader (your cartoon cat created by Trevor henderson but female version)

Harringroveson X deadite!Reader (deadite Elle from evil dead rise)

Harringroveson X Femboy!Reader

(A/N: Hi hope this inspires you if you wanna see more then go check out my other posts it’s recommended! You can use these ideas on Wattpad or just tumblr just a suggestion, I also made y/n au profiles so you know what y/n might look like or be like…if you need inspiration I can give it to you..I’ll try my best…YOURS WELCOME! :)

Steve Harrington X Eddie Munson X Sapphire Witch!Reader (this is just an idea you can use it if you want to!)

Summary: Stranger things Seasons 1 through 4…Season 5…to be continued…

(A/N: Hi hope this inspired you if you want to see more of my posts you can it’s recommended!…you can also use this idea on Wattpad to if you wanted or just here on tumblr just giving you options!… I also made y/n au profiles so you know what y/n could look like….YOUR WELCOME! :)

Poly!Fruity Five X Reader (Steve Harrington X Eddie Munson X Robin Buckley X Nancy Wheeler X Jonathan Byers) idea’s for you!

STEVE HARRINGTON X EDDIE MUNSON X ROBIN BUCKLEY X NANCY WHEELER X JONATHAN BYERS X READER

Fruity Five X Captain Marvel!Reader

Fruity Five X Wednesday!Reader (inspired by the Jenna Ortega version)

Fruity Five X Catwomen!Reader (inspired by the Hallie berry version)

Fruity Five X Harley Quinn!Reader

Fruity Five X Daki!Reader

Fruity Five X Ghostface!Reader

Fruity Five X Ahmanet!Reader

Fruity Five X Enchantress!Reader

Fruity Five X Maleficent!Reader

Fruity Five X Scarlet Witch!Reader

Fruity Five X Egyptian Goddess!Reader

Fruity Five X Angel!Goddess!Reader

Fruity Five X Ashnikko!Reader

Fruity Five X Female!Ghostrider!Reader (instead of normal fire it’s dark blue instead)

Fruity Five X Yandere!Reader

Fruity Five X Pyrokinesis!Reader (you can make manipulate and control purple fire)

Fruity Five X Hydrokinesis!Reader (inspired by Aang from the last Airbender)

Fruity Five X Chororkinesis!Reader

Fruity Five X Electrokinesis!Reader

Fruity Five X Cryokinesis!Reader

Fruity Five X Vampire!Reader (inspired by Abigail from Abigail 2024)

Fruity Five X Werewolf!Reader

Fruity Five X Siren!Reader

Fruity Five X Mermaid!Reader

Fruity Five X Demon!Reader

Fruity Five X Succubus!Reader

Fruity Five X Zombie!Reader

Fruity Five X Escape Lab!Reader (Scarlet witch powers but dark blue not red)

Fruity Five X Amethyst Witch!Reader (scarlet witch powers but purple)

Fruity Five X Jennifer Check!Reader

Fruity Five X Emerald Witch!Reader (scarlet witch powers but green)

Fruity Five X Golden Witch!Reader (scarlet witch powers but golden)

Fruity Five X Rose Witch!Reader (Scarlet witch powers but maroon pink)

Fruity Five X Echinda!Reader (your half-human half-snake)

Fruity Five X Blind!Reader (inspired by Toph beifong from avatar: the last Airbender)

Fruity Five X Mute!Reader

Fruity Five X Tourette’s!Reader

Fruity Five X Russian!Reader (you don’t speak English but you understand it, you only speak Russian)

Fruity Five X British!Reader

Fruity Five X Nezuko!Reader

Fruity Five X Dragon!Reader (inspired by Siveth from DragonHeart: vengeance)

Fruity Five X Female!Alastor!Reader (your Alastor from hazbin hotel but female, you have a human disguise to blend in.)

Fruity Five X Female!Transformer!Reader

Fruity Five X Female!Ink Bendy!Reader

Fruity Five X Veronica Mayday!Reader

Fruity Five X Ravenna!Reader (your ‘Revenna from the huntsman: winters war’)

Fruity Five X Enternal!Reader (your one of the eternals from the marvel movie called ‘eternals’)

Fruity Five X Twisted Alice!Reader (your twisted Alice from bendy and the dark revival)

Fruity Five X Deadite!Reader

(A/N: Hello! Hope you loved this post if you did make sure to go see my other posts it’s recommended!, Hope this was inspiring for you and if you want more inspiration go see my other posts YOUR WELCOME!! :)

(A/N: Hi also made versions of y/n you can use with these ideas that’s why I said: “.make sure to go see to go see my other posts it’s recommended!.” I made y/n au’s profiles so you can get inspiration for what y/n might look like in the X readers YOUR WELCOME! :)

Steddie x Reader idea’s for you

Steddie X Maleficent!Reader

Steddie X Scarlet witch!Reader

Steddie X Captain marvel!Reader

Steddie X Ashnikko!Reader

Steddie X Ghostface!Reader

Steddie X Vampire!Reader (inspired by Abigail from Abigail 2024)

Steddie X Demon!Reader

Steddie X Ahmanet!Reader

Steddie X Succubus!Reader

Steddie X Insane!Reader

Steddie X Yandere!Reader

Steddie X Egyptian goddess!Reader

Steddie X Murderer!Reader

Steddie X Sapphire witch!Reader (Scarlet witch but Dark blue powers not Red)

Steddie X Werewolf!Reader

Steddie X Chorokinesis!Reader

Steddie X Escape lab!Reader

Steddie X Stalker!Reader

Steddie X Cryokinesis!Reader

Steddie X Siren!Reader

Steddie X Mermaid!Reader

Steddie X Raven!Reader (inspired by Rachel Roth from titains)

Steddie X Blind!Reader (inspired by toph maifong from avatar: the last airbender)

Steddie X Mute!Reader (your 100% mute)

Steddie x Enchantress!Reader

Steddie X Na’vi!Reader

Steddie X Cruella!Reader (Inspired by Cruella 2021)

Steddie X Dark!Stalker!yandere!Reader

Steddie X Female!Demogorgan!Reader

Steddie X Daki!Reader

Steddie X Zombie!Reader

Steddie X Robot!Reader (inspired by m3gan 2023)

Steddie X Female!GhostRider!Reader

Steddie X Nezuko!Reader

Steddie X Deadite!Reader

BAHAHAHHAA "HI, I'M HOMEWORK."

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Ok I have to be honest I am a sucker for scenarios where Jason has a crush on y/n but she's dating Eddie. Eddie getting to rub it in jasons face is just so satisfying. Idk maybe I just really love Eddie and really hate Jason. Soooo I was wondering if I could request that. Maybe Jason is always flirting with her and Eddie is finally just like “fuck it” and kisses her right in front of him?

Tysm I'm in love with your writing btw ❤️❤️❤️

You were sitting with your friends on the lunch table, when you felt a heavy hand land on your shoulder. You look up, already starting to smile at the idea it was Eddie, only to come face to face with Jason Carver. The smile freezes. "Oh. Uh. Hi, Jason," you said, and took a sip of your CapriSun to cover your awkwardness. "What can I do for you?"

He smiled at you, and you swallowed thickly. "Well," he said, shifting his weight. "It's the big game tonight, and I was wondering if you'd like an invite to the afterparty. It's at mine."

You blinked. "What, on a Tuesday?"

"Um." He stared at you. "Yeah?"

You bit your lip. "I dunno, Jason. It's a schoolnight. I've got plans, too," you added. "I've got to do homework. Yeah." You nodded twice. "Mrs. Bryce is on my ass. Maybe next time, then?"

"Definitely next time," Jason responded, and winked at you. "Just you and me, I promise." When he left, your friends closed ranks around you, howling at what had just happened. You caught Eddie's eyes above their heads -- he was watching you, chin in his hand.

"What was that all about," he asked, walking you out of the cafeteria. "Jason wanted to recruit you to his Bible study, or something?" He tucked you hair behind your ear and twisted so he was leaning against a locker, watching you fumble.

"I think," you said slowly, piecing together the encounter in your brain, "he asked me out."

Eddie slipped against the locker. "What, like a date?"

"No, like a multi-level marketing scheme," you retorted, and flipped your hair over your shoulder. "Yes, like a date, Eddie." He crowed, punching a fist in the air. "Uh. That's not the reaction I was expecting."

Eddie grinned, pulling you into his arms. "That asshole has been a stick up my ass for almost my whole life," he exclaimed. "Finally I have the high ground."

You looked at him drily. "What am I, chattel?"

He cooed, pressing your cheeks together between his palms. "Just the prettiest chattel this side of the Mississippi, babygirl." He snuck a kiss from you. "Aw, princess. This made my week. Nothing could make this better."

--

"Okay," Eddie huffed against your mouth as he pressed you up against the hood of your car, "this could definitely make my week better. Get my lawyer to scratch that from my record."

"Oh my god," you muttered, pulling him between your legs. "Literally, shut up."

"Shutting up."

Eddie threaded his hands through your hair, tugging it gently until your mouth opened against his, sticking his hands in the pockets of your jeans and grabbing. "Eddie!" you gasped, wrenching your head back. "Quit it, we're in school."

"Mmm," he mumbled, nosing at your neck. "It's technically after hours." That was true. You were picking him up from Hellfire, taking him back to yours for dinner with your parents, like you did every Tuesday night. "Is a school still a school if it's not operating as a school?"

"I dropped AP Philosophy," you whispered, entirely too focused on how his hands were snaking up your back. "So I have no idea."

"I don't really care," Eddie agreed, "but we can totally have a Socratic debate about it la-aaaaah the fuck?"

He was hauled away from you by his collar, arms flailing at his assailant. Jason. "The fuck are you doing here, freak?" Jason spat, before turning to look at you. "Hey. Is he bothering you?"

"Uh," you said, intelligently. "No?"

Jason blinked. "Wh-- you? What are you doing here?" he asked you, staring. "I thought you said you had to do homework?"

"Hi," Eddie said, dangling from Jason’s iron grip. "I'm homework."