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Hiking is For Lovers (drabble)

Eddie Munson x F!Reader, Established realationship

Tags: Kissing, getting stung by a bee, reader gets carried, not proofread!

“1…2…3… and cheese!” you instruct, guiding the group you're taking a photo of. The camera flash goes off, unnecessary in the brightest part of the day but you don’t want your perfect view to get backlit. Eddie and Dustin huddled up by each other from a plateau of your hiking trail, Dustins making an adorable, beaming smile while Eddie has a pinched expression. He’s acting like he doesn't want to take a picture or even be on a hike, but it’s a sheer veil of an act. You know he’s happy, really happy. The redwood trees descend behind them and the whole hiking group is shrouded by the picturesque branches of redwood trees that go on for miles, it seems like they never stop. After everything your found family has gone through, doing regular family outings like this is heaven. Everyone packing up and driving out into the wilderness to hike around and eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and share bottles of water. With cracks dividing Hawkins into four factions and curfew alarms blaring out every night it's hard to feel normal, seem normal, even. But, you've found a new normal after the rifts were created. After half of you nearly died, and after Eddie nearly died in your arms.

But he didn’t die, he’s standing in front of you now, waving you over for a photo with just him. You nearly skip towards him. Your relationship is new if the after too. And things are going great, another oasis in the recovering lifes of you and your family. You and Dustin the camera in the swap pull up next to Eddie, pressing yourself along his side. He smells almost sweet, starting to sweat from the traversing up hills. But you don’t care, you're probably sweaty, too. You press yourself to the side of his damp band-tee and smile into the camera. Beaming at Dustin who operates it. After the flash signifies the photo has been permanently etched into the film, Eddie leans down and presses a kiss right to your temple. Jumping from the tickle of his stubble mustache on your temple. Dustin captures that, too. Instructing the camera to capture the image before you both stride over. Waiting by his side as he packs the camera into his bag. The three of you stragglers rush back to the group who have slowly started moseying down the trail, Dustin runs past Hopper, Joyce, and Wayne over to the group of kids, Mike, El, Will and Max. You and Eddie will catch up with the teens soon, listen to Robin enthouse about banana slugs. But, for now you walk in the very back hand in hand.

After completing the majority of the trail, the group eats lunch at some picnic benches a short walk from the parking lot. You find yourself on the side of a freezing cold shallow creek, laying over the smooth, dry rocks of the bank as they cradle you as you lazily digest your trail lunch. From twenty feet behind you, you can hear the parents packing up your lunch buffet and you can definitely hear Eddie and Mike arguing about DnD, spurred on by Dustin yelling interjections over his shoulder at everything he disagrees with. You peel your eyes open slowly, shielded from the unshadowed light that slithers in from in between the trees. You start to shift yourself to the side, to lay over and talk to Dustin about X-men when the glide of your legs against each other when a throbbing, pinpointed sting burrows into the skin of your ankle. You immediately surge up, hands intercity running to cradle the pain. Seeing the thorn of a bee’s stinger poking out of your ankle you immediately realize you've been stung. You slap your hands to your mouth, hoping to shield the string of curses that flow from your mouth.

Dusting looks over at the commotion and crawls over a few steps to your side. “Oh shit hold on!”, if your leg didn't feel like it was on fire you’d be able to laugh at the fact that he's acting like your entire leg is near amputation, frantically rifling through his bag. He returns to your side and uses the side of a random business card to push the stinger out of your leg, you squint your face in reaction to the pain. “Here- put your leg in the water, it's cold”. You immediately comply by stripping your foot of both sock and shoe before placing it into the cool stream. The icy freshness of the water is refreshing on the heat of your foot but it doesn’t feel like it's penetrating into the irritated flesh of your leg.

You recline back, continuing to pysedo-ice your leg in the river before the parents start rounding everyone up to make a short trek to the car. You gain the courage to look up at your ankle, the skin is now irritated and swelling. You look to nurse Dustin for advice. “I'm gonna wrap your ankle with… this!” he pulls a goddamed roll of gauze from his bag - his preparation for anything has finally payed off “go sit on that high rock there and ill wrap it”. You begrudingly stand up and attempt to hop to the aforementioned rock. Putting wight onto your hurt ankle makes it throb more, so you hop over to the rock and plop down on it. Dustin kneels down before and starts assessing your wound, calculating the best way to wrap the bandage around your foot and ankle.

“Whats going on?” a voice jumps in from behind your shoulder, causing you to flinch. Dustin grabs your foot and pulls it back into view infront of him, annoyed at your squirming. It’s eddie, hands perched on either side of your hips and his head is leaning over your shoudlerl ike a siamese twin, peering dwon into the operation site. “Nothing.” You say, embarrassed to the the only one who got hurt. “She got stung by a bee” dustin deadpans, still zeroed in on tightly bandaging your ankle.

“Aww, you okay” Eddie says directly into your ear, pouting and sympathetically nuzzling into your sad little nod. Hes about to place a slow kissing onto your temple when your moment is interrupted “this puppy”, he slaps your calf “is ready to rumble”. He’s acting like your anlke is a car at monster jam, freshly released from a pit-crew stop. You push yourself forward on the rock, stablingin your nearly-naked foot on a clean rock and leaning for your shoe, you assume you can manage the short walk back, hopping the entire distance if you had to. But Eddie serves around the rock and grabs it before you can. “Wha?” you say, confused by his theft, “whaaa?” he teases you before he turns around and squats down. “C’mon get on babe”, you blush, excited that your about to be carried by him. You gently lean over him and hop up, he catches your legs under his arms and tosses you up once to adjust you in his arms. “Comfy?” he asks over his shoulder. You nod into him and humm agreeably. He’s still clutching your converse (conver?) in his hand as he starts trekking up the hill.

Eddie is strong, but it’s still exciting that he makes no big deal about carrying you. He keeps up with the other teens, allowing you to keep chatting while being towed over the car. When you get the change you press a sweet kiss to the apple of his smiling cheek, that only makes him smile harder. Once you reach cars in the parking lot, he gently sets you down. Your body misses the comfort of his warm solid body being pressed against yours and the gentle sway of his footsteps as he carries you through the wilderness. “Thank you” you say, hiding in your hair, still leaned against the car. “No problem baby, anytime” he gives with a wink before he kisses you open mouthed against Steve's bimmer. You go at it for a moment, enjoying the taste of his mouth and the salty sweat on his upper lip. You pull him closer, gliding your bodies against each other.

“Ugh EWWWW!”. Disconnecting lips with a click you peer over and see Steve standing sassily. He’s got one hand perched on his hips and the other is jangling his keys. He rolls his eyes and Eddie and you press off each other before the rest of Steve's passengers pull up to the car. Dustin claims shotgun, much to the demise of the taller passengers. So, you, Eddie and Robin pile in the backseat.

From the comfort of the bench backseat of the bimmer you and Robin and Eddie share secret whispers for the whole ride.

[creeksandsocks]

i was thinking about that too tbh! But I think it's only if you're not married? If it's not bad luck he'd do it once you're married.... otherwise he finds a four leaf clover 🍀

if you know better than me please lmk! Also thank you so much for your compliment it really means so much to me 🥹🥰

Boyfriend Eddie Head Cannons #4!

Eddie Munson x Reader

He “catches” every kiss you blow

He can drive stick shift

If you're non-confrontational and wimp out, he will lean over and honk your car horn for you

He can juggle a little bit

He wants to marry you on Halloween

When he forgets to shave his mustache for a week+ it looks so bad 😭just so patchy (but he’s still cute though dw)

Modern!Eddie would send confrontational texts for you if you want him to

Modern!Eddie would close your chromebook and think it's flirting

He would get your name/initials tattooed

He's such a cutie loser cringe boy, he's not cool or intimidating once you get to know him

He would hold your jacket out and help you put on the sleeves because he's a gentleman

Hes shockingly patient if you want him to teach you DnD

He always sits weird, especially in his throne. Perched on it, legs thrown over the arm rests

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Boyfriend Eddie Head Cannons #4!

Eddie Munson x Reader

He “catches” every kiss you blow

He can drive stick shift

If you're non-confrontational and wimp out, he will lean over and honk your car horn for you

He can juggle a little bit

He wants to marry you on Halloween

When he forgets to shave his mustache for a week+ it looks so bad 😭just so patchy (but he’s still cute though dw)

Modern!Eddie would send confrontational texts for you if you want him to

Modern!Eddie would close your chromebook and think it's flirting

He would get your name/initials tattooed

He's such a cutie loser cringe boy, he's not cool or intimidating once you get to know him

He would hold your jacket out and help you put on the sleeves because he's a gentleman

Hes shockingly patient if you want him to teach you DnD

He always sits weird, especially in his throne. Perched on it, legs thrown over the arm rests

[creeksandsocks]

What Eddie could canonically have in his backpack:

I did some research to find bits and bobs that one could find in eddies bag that are both time period and character accurate!

comic: the specific image that i found for this collage is wonder woman (1941) so it is accurate. But it’s more a place holder for “heavy metal” “x-men” or a dnd handbook

mixtapes: we know eddie loves music and in “the dustin experiment” we know he makes dustin a specific mixtape for fun

trapper keeper: These are infamous 1980s school supplies, nancy is even pictured having one so we know that they are popular or at least exist at hawkins high.

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Passcode to My Heart

Eddie Munson x F!reader

Your locker gets jammed and Eddie comes to save the day despite jocks doing their worst. [1.1k words]

Tags: Mature language used and sexual gestures are imitated but no explicit smut, bullying, fluff

You’re twisting the dial of your locker’s padlock, you're currently on your third try of inputting your combination. Right three full rotations ro clear… stop at 14… left until 35… full rotation then 8. Your code is muscle memory this far into the school year, using it as a checkpoint to switch textbooks between first and second period on block days. Pulling on the lock, waiting for it to release after inputting your code, but nothing. You're angrily jerking the lock, now pulling on the main component, hoping to pry it from your locker. You give up on it, a sound reverberates through the covered hallways as you let the lock fall from your hand and onto the metal door of your locker. Whatever… you think, you could probably make it through one class period without your textbook. And at lunch track down a janitor who could professionally approach the jam.

A figure shrouded in black slides up to the locker next to you, crossing its arms and leaning a shoulder against your neighbour’s locker while facing you. You peer over and see who decided to pull up. You blush quickly after registering that it was Eddie. “Locker jammed?” he prods, keeping his shoulder planted on the locker but lulling his head out to the side. “Yeah,” you admit “I know im doing my combonation correctly but its fucking jammed or somthing, I dunno”. His face lights up “I might actually have the cure for what you need - i've been here long enough to know how to doctor up a jammed padlock”. Nodding graciously you encourage him “really? Please - that would be so helpful!”. He nods once, gaining momentum to push himself up off the locker and stand in the now vacant space you've created by stepping aside.

He clutches the padlock in both his hands and zeros in, quirking his eyebrow and asking your locker code. “Fourteen, thirty five, eight” you say, eyes trained on the padlock instead of the intensity of his eyes on yours. 

“Don't worry” he comforts, "I won't use it for evil”. You giggle at him and earnestly reply “I know you won't”. He blushes at the implied complement, pursing his lips and quicking his entire mouth away from you to hide his growing grin. He quickly inputs your locker number, pinching the dial between his thick fingers and twisting it. With great force he's using the palm of his right hand to push the circular piece up into the shank of the padlock, releasing and pulling the lock open quickly just after. He gives you a proud look and a bow, gently placing the lock into your outstretched hands. “Thank you!” you say. To match his theatrics you add on “my hero!”, clutching your hands to your heart in a swooning motion. You try not to focus too much on him eyeing the contents of your locker. His eyes flitting between the clutter that lines it, assorted textbooks, trapper keepers, loose dollar bills and a lip gloss tube. You thank god that he doesn’t see the tampon that sits parallel to the wall, and even if he does he doesn’t comment on it. But, he does see the magazine cutout pasted to your lockers door. It seems like someone he’s recondize: Bon Jovi or Joan Jett but he’s stopped from his sleuthing when you slam the locker shut in front of him. “Ignore that” you warn.

After fixing your lock, Eddie doesn’t leave right away. He stays in your orbit, making small talk about the upcoming weekend and next period’s homework. You're both being quiet, creating a delicate bubble that separates you two from the rest of the buzzing hallway. But, your bubble is broken when Patrick McKinney and a few straggling dolts behind him stride past your locker. On his approach, he makes a dark face at you two. His jock-ey stride is perfectly calculated as he walks up to you both, he’s definitely got a wicked idea by the way his eye contact is unwavering. At the end of the day, his bullying isn’t creative, but it still never fails to make your face turn red with embarrassment each time he does so.

Now? Now is no different. He cups his hands, both magnifying his voice to the whole hallway and projecting his grating voice at you both. Through his cupped hands he makes comical moans at you both. His douchebags join in, attempting to imitate you moaning “Oh Eddie!!!” the boys cry “oh, ah! Eddie! Feels so good”. Chance, who is Patrick's second in command, is the next loudest. Making glaring eye contact with Eddie as he makes a lewd gesture, clasping his hands around the air infront of him and pulling it back into his hips, moaning and lulling his head as if he was Eddie fucking you and finishing prematurely.

At the moment, you can’t think of a more embarrassing thing to ever have happened to you. It’s not the thought of being with Eddie like that that's embarrassing, in fact it often crosses your mind while daydreaming in class. What's embarrassing had everything to do with the jocks. Their impression of you made you feel vulnerable and small. You feel your cheeks go hot, you place the backs of your fingers onto them, hoping to cool the heat rushing there.

After the jocks pass you, you dare a glance at Eddie. He is normally composed when being subject to teasing such as this, unfortunately as he’s become accustomed to it. This time though, Eddie seems small. His wet eyes seem to take up all the real estate on his face, pinked cheeks being hidden by a strand of hair he’s pulled out of his mouth to chew on. He definitely seems embarrassed, but his unwavering eye contact with the Jocks tells you that he’s thinking of a comeback. You want to say something to him, cut through the ick of the situation but you're unsure if that will only make the embarrassment worse.

But Eddie beats you to speaking, he’s calling Patricks name down the clearing hallway. At the promise of confrontation, Patrick swings his head around. He keeps a confident stride walking forward as he looks over his shoulder at you “Yeah, freak? You wan-” SLAM. Patricks head punches into someone's open locker, his head jolts back and his cap flys off in response. He immediately throws both of his hands to his forehead, applying pressure to the bruise forming on his forehead.

You look at Eddie mouth agape. You’re about to question him on how he timed that so perfectly. But Eddie shares the same expression of shock. Eyes still wide he squeaks “I did noooot mean to do that…” You and Eddie start breathlessly laughing at Patricks perfectly timed karma when the bell rings throughout the halls. Waving goodbye, you chuckle to yourself all the way to second period as you silently hope your locker will break again…

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Seven Minutes in Heaven

Eddie Munson X F!Reader

Tags: Fluff, kissing, parties, drinking, dubcon (just in case, Eddie was drinking in the fic but not drunk and they were apprehensive as they entered the closet) [3.8k words]

A nervous game of seven minutes in heaven make your first high school party memorable.

A high school party - it’s really not a big deal. A rite of passage for some, most, even. But, when you're a senior and you're about to attend your first, it seems like a pretty damn big deal. You cannot believe that Robin was able to convince you to go to this thing, Maggie McCoor’s party, with her, let alone be the designated driver. But you love Robin, Robin loves you. And she claims, given she had her license and you had one opportunity to talk to your crush out of marching-band uniform, she'd do the same thing for you.

No matter who will be at the party, though there is someone that you’d like to show off to, you want to look nice. If someone didn’t know better, anyone could mistake the mess in your closet that came from picking an outfit with a small twister whirling through your room. You’ve redone your hairstyle thrice, now and you're on the verge of banging your hairbrush against your head until it breaks. But, on your fourth try your hair is parted and wispies fall in a way that you decide satisfies you. You re-pierce your healed ears with cheap silver hoops, before putting on your shoes. Reeboks, they've had better days for sure. Because, unfortunately, the wear and tear of killing multidimensional monsters is not kind to shoes. But, they're cute enough to do with your dress, which is strapless (brave of you), and will survive whatever escapades you’ll get up to as the night wears on.

Right as you pull up in front of the Buckley’s, Robin is bursting down the pathway. Hands spayed against herself to keep her unbuttoned vest from allowing her body heat to escape. Before she even buckles her seatbelt she's urging you to punch it “Okay let's gooo!!!” she urges “Vickie might be there now, I cannot miss a second of being there without her. Can you imagine? The only time you've ever seen your crush is in a two foot tall marching band hat?”. She speaks with no pauses, stopping only when she runs out of air and pulls the seatbelt over her chest. “I mean c’mon really those things are like chastity belts!” she continues and you put off her nervous rambling “Robin, you look great”, you assure her “Vickie will think so, too”. She's brought down to earth by what you say, you were able to read between the lines of everything she said and comfort on the one thing she was most worried about. “Thanks” she admits, and takes a deep breath, probably the first one since she jumped into your car, “you too. He’s gonna think you look good, too”.

You abruptly top your car at the stop sign, jerking robin around in your passenger seat at what shes implying. You turn your face to her and poorly lie before easing your foot off the break. “Idunnowhatyourtalkinganouyt”. Robin sighs and curls her knees up, placing the bottom of her converse on the dashboard. “Oh my goooood” she groans, “I mean COME ON! Eddie obviously likes you and you're clearly…” she gestures trying to find a unique phrase “pink in the cheeks for him”. Raising your eyebrow at her shity idiom, “whatever. I mean- I'll make you a deal. I'll be brave tonight with Vickie if you make a move on Eddie”. You run your tongue behind your teeth, tracing the outlines of your molars as you mull over what she's proposing. You do have a burning crush on Eddie; and, while you don't want to be too sure in assuming he has the hots for you too, he does seem a little flirty whenever you see him. Besides, you’re not even going to a rager, anyways. It's more band kids, nerds and geeks listening to The Talking Heads that you and Robin know by association anyways - so if any advances you make do happen to be sourly rejected at least it's not going to be entertainment for Jason Carver.

 “Fine” you decide, “I get that rejection for you is worse for me, socially, in the grand scheme of things Rob”, you level with her. Because, it's not the same. A girl being rejected by a guy sucks and surely wouldn't make you be labeled as any less of a freak. But, being outed for confessing to the wrong person could be genuinely dangerous for Robin, especially in a widely close-minded town like this. “But,” you continue, “you have to try, too. You can’t bail out if you sutter or accidentally create an innuendo”. Robin sighs and holds her hand out to you, you remove one hand from the wheel and awkwardly twist it to solidly shake her hand. At that, your deal has been sealed. 

You slide your Chevrolet Citation into an empty parking space on CartersVille Dr. Parking a three minute walk from Maggie’s, all the closer spots were occupied by cars of other teens who were more eager to get to the dinky supply of beer. You check yourself in your sunshade mirror, checking for mascara crumbles under your eyes before flipping it up. Robin moves your bag from the passenger side floor and plots it into your lap. She unbuckles and tries to pep talk you both “Now or never”.

The cool night air is refreshing, soothing the biting nervous blush at your cheeks. You're close enough to the house now that you can hear music blasting from the bottom of the long driveway. “Okay: gameplan” Robin starts, “I need you to be my crutch tonight, just for a little bit. Help get the conversation grooving between me and her and then maybe dash off? I'll be your wing woman too, promise”. You nod as you listen to Robin, taking in all the aspects of her rambled plan.

Maggie’s paneled front door is cracked open. The act relives the uncomfortable ‘knock or just enter’ dilemma that is often commonly debated from porches at parties. Pushing in, music blares. Thankfully you recognize The cassette playing and it lures you in. With Robin following closely behind, you snake through the party, which is more crowded than Robin promised, and softly wave at every familiar face you pass. Once you reach the kitchen you slow your pace. You tell Robin to grab whatever drink she’d like ‘cause you're driving and you reach into the cooler beside you to grab a Pepsi. You carefully eye your best friend as she wanders over to the drink table, settling in a spot just besides Vickie. They seem to make small talk, debating mixers for their shitty cocktails when someone taps your shoulder.

You look over and are greeted by the near angelic face of Eddie Musnon. He’s cradling two solo cups to his chest as he leans in close to greet you. A pang of hurt hits your heart as you imagine that one of those cups could be for a girl, possibly even a date. Someone who's decidedly not you. But your eyes are drawn back up as he leans in to speak, “I didn’t know you were coming! I’m glad you did - I'm kinda lonely anyways. Doug handed his cup off to me so he could go play beer pong with some transfer student. "He's punctuated by a cheer in the other room, rowdy kids exacerbated at the idea that their friends are going to chug a glass of cheap beer. You're relieved to learn that the second cup Eddie’s holding is just for his friend, not for a girl.

You angle up towards his ear “I’m kinda playing wingman too, yaknow?”. Eddie nods and takes a swig from his cup, he winces at the taste, pulling the corners of his mouth down but offers some to you, anyways. As the music changed you responded to him near yelling “Thanks but I gotta drive later”. Eddie makes a sympathetic face at that “damn you really got screwed - designated driver and wingman. Or, wing…woman?”. You both laugh at his poor joke and he questions you “hey- who’s Robin after anyways?” You’re saved from an awkward conversation trying to explain why you can’t tell Eddie who Robin’s after because Doug comes galloping into the room. “Ed c’mon man” he slurs “im getting my ass beat in there, Jeff’s no good”. Eddie makes a disappointed sound at the fact that he's being literally dragged away from you. He mouths ‘sorry’ just before he disappears into the living room where beer pong is going at full speed.

Robin saunters over to you with a knowing look “what were you saying about him not liking you? He looked like a kid who dropped his ice cream when he was being dragged away from you”. You gently shoulder her as she leans on the counter next to you. “So vickie” you interrupt “awkward?”. Her face lights up, “actually one of our most successful yet! Aaand I got more proof that we’re perfect together: she likes grenadine, too”. You respond flatly “wow a match made in heaven” before you’re unsurely dragged onto the dancefloor by robin's side.

You're working up a sweat, dancing in a small group with Robin, Vickie and Eleanor from psych. You're all having fun, twirling around and bumping into each other while a curated mixtape fills the room. You turn to Robin, about to let her know you’re gonna run and grab some water when Maggie herself grabs you and Elanor by the biceps. She drunkenly leads you away from the dancing in the living room and into the grandeur of her dining room. The lights actually being turned on is a shock from the soft lamplight of the living room and many faces, some familiar, some not, crowd around the table; all chairs are occupied so many just press themselves against it. “Alright!” Maggie starts, pulling you and Eleanor up next to her at the head of the table, “Two more girls so that's…” she quietly counts to herself “... Even! Alright let's play!”. “Play?” you question Maggie, unsure about what's going on. She flips her head between you and Eleanor “Guys, seriously? Seven minutes in heaven! Were gonna spin the bottle and whoever it lands on is who you play with”. “No!” both you and your new acquaintance say. You continue, “I don’t want to, this is so lame”. Maggie side eyes you “C’mon, you're not a chicken are you?”. This catches the attention of everyone at the table who starts making chicken sounds. Anxiety of public humiliation is hitting you hard. You wipe your sweaty palms on your dress and scan the room, some douchebags, some people you've never seen before, some of the people around the table are nice, even. But, they aren’t who you want to kiss. He is perched in the archway of the living room, with Doug and Jeff beside him white knuckling as he watches you be embarrassed. Deciding it might be worse to just jett out now than to sneak up to a closet with a stranger and confess you don’t want to kiss, you calculate the probability that you’ll even be picked. 

There's about eighteen of you at this huge oak table, half are girls, anyways - these close-minded high school kids won't expect you to actually kiss. “Fine.” you agree, and avert your gaze, deciding that picking at your freshly painted nails is more interesting than all the hungry boys at the opposite end of the table. Maggie claps her hands excitedly before she leans forwards and delivers instructions. “Okay people - here's how it’s gonna go: one lucky player will spin the bottle, whoever it lands on will go in pairs to a closet, there are three in my house, so three couples at a time, and they will do whatever they want to each other for seven minutes. But, when the time's up the door is getting opened if you're in the act or not, capiche?”. Nods and hums are made from around the table as the game gets started.

Eric, who you know from chemistry two years ago, is picked to go first. His buddies encouraged him to ‘get some’ after his recent break up. He leans forward on the table and twirls the brown glass beer bottle. The room is silent with anticipation, you will do it with your mind to avoid you - if you’re lucky you'll be able to not be picked for all three rounds then disappear under the guise of needing to pee. Your wishing works! The neck of the bottle is pointing in a straight shot at Staci Meyers. She clasps her hands over her mouth and is pushed over to Eric. Dramatic oohs fill the room as they are guided into an upstairs closet. The girl who was just standing next to Staci, Milia, is picked to go next. The room goes silent again as the bottle twirls and lands on Pete Michelson. The room stays silent, besides a few gasps. Pete has a girlfriend and she's not here tonight. But, the room cheers on his infidelity when he stands up from his chair and rushes into the closest closet with staci in close pursuit.

The scandal seems to rile up the room even more, and you even feel a little excited to see what couple is getting paired up next. But, all excitement sinks from you when a finger is pointed your way. “Hey, why don’t you go? Learn it's not all that bad”. You look up slowly and realize the finger is pointed at you. All eyes are turned your way waiting for your response. You have a reputation for being a bit weird, some of the people in this room even perpetuate rumors. You being spotted hanging out with Eddie this year hasn’t helped with name calling either. You don’t really want to, but you don’t wanna be seen as a scaredy cat. So, you begrudgingly reach forward and spin the bottle.

Your blood runs cold as it whirls around in the center of the table, anticipation at an all time high. You can’t peel your eyes away from it, nervously predicting who it will land on as it slows its spinning. But, it isn't that simple. The bottle lands facing the entryway of the living room, nestled a perfect distance between Sammy B. and Dominic F. The room silently makes eye contact, debating which one you’ll be paired up with. You secretly hope it’s Dominic. He's the sweeter guy out of the two, Sammy is a total stuck up guy who thinks he's cooler than you for liking The Graduate and The Velvet Underground. “WAIT”, an unrecognizable voice blares out. “IT'S POINTED AT THE FREAK!”. You follow the line made by the neck of the bottle and it’s pointed exactly at Eddie. The room erupts in hoots and hollers, more debates forming if you should even be paired with him- he wasn’t even playing the game. But, the unrecognizable voice, who you later find out is an asshole from bio, continues. Seering “it’s fate. Freak king and freak queen!”. You're being urged by everyone in the room to an equally mortified Eddie. He hasn’t moved a muscle from the shadowed corner of the dining room since you spun the bottle. Waiting patiently for whoever you kiss to become his mortal enemy.

Stumbling while being shoved you and Eddie and shoved into the final unoccupied closet in the house. It sits at the end of a hallway, just next to the living room blaring music.

The insulation of unused coats and snow pants immediately muffle the blastic music that floods in from the living room. The random muscle man who herded you and Eddie into the closet smirks and wishes you both good luck before slamming the door shut and clicking off the lights from outside.

Though a light pounding of music is still heard, it feels silent in the coat closet. The toes of your Reeboks touching Eddies in the cramped space is the only reminder that you're not in here alone. You're not even sure either of you have breathed when he breaks the silence. “I’m sorry”, he says smally and earnestly. “What?” you give a confused look to pair with the phrase but it’s lost to the darkness. “I mean I'm sorry that you… have to kiss me. I mean, like I assumed you wanted Dominic? I mean- that Sammy guy next to him is an asshole”. He trails off and stops when you speak. “Don’t be”, you say - reassuring Eddie “I don’t know those guys, anyways. I honestly feel like you're my best-bet situation. Unless, there was someone else you wanted to go with?”, you cross your fingers in the dark, hoping that there wasn’t someone else he wanted. He laughs to himself and continues. “Um, actually, there is someone I wanted to go with”. Your heart drops and your mouth shuts. You cross your arms in front of yourself, trying to physically shield your breaking heart. He goes on like he doesn't notice “I didn’t even play because I thought the only girl I wanted to join wasn't gonna play”. You drop your arms to your sides again, and try to play it cool that your swinging arm uncool knocks into a clothes hanger. He takes a deep breath, steading himself before he finishes his confession “I wanted it to be you”.

Your entire body springs up at what he says, you process his words - wanting to make sure you're not about to completely embarrass yourself. But, you can’t find any other ways to process what Eddie says. You still can’t believe it. “You like me?”, you quietly say, into the darkness of the closet. The closet replied sheepishly “Yeah. I do - since the beginning of the year”. Jumping at the opportunity, you confess back. “Seriously? Because… because I like you too”. Eddie reassures you “seriously” he promises.

Moving on pure instinct you place your hands on his shoulders. At the motion he softly wraps his arms around your waist, ghosting over your body. You raise onto your toes and slowly try to find his lips with yours. When you softly kiss him, he doesn’t seem to respond. Only sucking in his breath. But then, he reminds you why heaven is in the name of the game. He’s kissing you back, arching his neck, chasing your mouth, pulling you closer as you two slam against the walls of the closet, pushing each other around in the confined space while desperately trying to get closer.

Being blindfolded by the dark closet gives you confidence - you focus on what you feel versus what you look like. Running your hands over the texture of his shirt, twisting loose threads between your fingers and gently caressing the top of his muscular back. You’re hungry for him, his lips pressing into yours. Hips shoving each other around. He cradles your face, you appreciate the unsure heat of his mouth, his sweaty palms cupping your face. Because you’re sharing your first kiss, and you’ve just been shoved into a strangers closet, things stay sweet. Tongues are kept behind cages of teeth as you mush faces. Pecking and slobbering as you appreciate the moment as much as you can. Kissing him feels like a dream come true. you're completely lost in the moment. Moments, actually. But you don’t realize how much time you’ve spent with him in the closet until he door swings open and a bright flash illuminates you both.

Eyes recovering from the flash, you take in the scene before you. A fraction of the party game participants crept down the hallway and waited until seven minutes was up. Then they’re ambushing you, ripping the coat closet open and snaking a polaroid camera into the space, capturing whatever they walk into before anyone’s been given the chance to process it. Pairs of wide eyes meet yours, shocked to find out you two were actually getting up to something raunchy in the closet. All their other attempts to catch closet goers in the act were futile - they had either snuck out or were found on separate corners of the confined space arguing.

You’re suddenly mortified - not that you’ve been caught kissing Eddie, but that you've been caught kissing anyone. Your quiet shielded moment will be the talk of the town once the polaroid develops. Rumors travel fast in Hawkins - if that photo gets out you're sure to be labeled a slut overnight, a stark contrast from previously being called other baseless names. You're still wrapped up with Eddie, pressed against his chest even though you've tilted to face the door, now. You feel like a celebrity being spotted by the paparazzi, questions flying at you from all around.

‘Are you guys dating?’, ‘wait I didn’t see? What did they do’, ‘did he do a fucking virgin sacrafice, ‘no way I need to see that photo’. You're still in shock, still not yet fully processing that you were kissing Eddie let alone all the questions bombarding your space. Eddie takes it upon himself to step in front of you. Shielding half your body from questions as he tries to scan for an escape. Avoiding the prying questions purposefully or not. You're panicking, being unsure what to do, push through the crowd of teenagers? There's about eight, couldn't it be too hard? Close the door? But you don’t even need to decide on a plan when you hear the scratchy voice of your best friend in the back of the group. She's honed in on the polaroid that has been passed back, eyes eagerly awaiting the photo to develop. As oohs and awes spread through the group you know your forms are starting to come into view. “Can I see that?” Robin asks, acting like she's part of the group eager to get a view of the scandalizing photo “Thanks!”. She grasps the polaroid tight in her hand and starts booking it down the hallway.

She thanks god that she’s a soccer team captain, stamina from previous grueling drills fueling her as she barrels it down the hall, nearly slamming into the wall while turning the corner. A drunk stampede follows her, shouting for the image, clambering down the hallway but accepting defeat as she disappears into the crowd of dancers in the living room. Clutching hands you and Eddie look at eachother, silently agreeing to follow before you push through following after Robin.

You’re eventually able to catch up to Robin just outside the front door, her hands are braced on her thighs as she bends over, panting as she catches her breath. She wordlessly hands you the slightly crumpled polaroid before Vickie storms out with a plastic water bottle in hand. Handing it to a thankful Robin and rubbing her back as she slowly guzzles it down. Now fully developed, and just slightly crumpled, you examine the polaroid. Thankfully the photo isn’t too scandalizing. Though clearly a candid photo, it's a sweet image of you two in the closet. Motion blur from being taken by unsteady hands makes the photo slightly blurry. But, you can clearly tell it's an image of you both kissing. 

Eventually, the photo can be found taped up on your vanity mirror. It often watches you as you get ready for dates with your boyfriend, Eddie.

[creeksandsocks]

Chatting about the rise of Hellfire

SPOILERS!

sorry if my rant is unintelligible but I need to talk abut this comic! I read the online version this morning at it was too cute. Seeing buzzcut eddie eee!

Btw the first comic is only ~ 25 pgs

something that was memorable for me was seeing Eddie actually wear a backpack 😭. Ive seen head cannons of him not wearing one but its acutaly so cute to see him ready for class - a little slice of his life that we didn't get to see.

Also people on twitter have pointed out some panels using references from specific frames of hte show - I totally agree. I'm kinda conflicted about them doing this because, yeah, it creates very show accrute moments of the character but idk... but, whatever they were cute moments anywas and Im happy to see more eddie

During his first ever DnD game he puts himself between Ronnie and danger... this isn't the last time he does this and I think it's really telling about his character - I'm gonna analyze these scenes later bit for bit but right now... i'm really noticing themes. Also the dm having similar body language to Eddie..... ugh I need to take a breath

But i'm just so happy so see cutie Eddie moments again and to have new things to be excited for whether he's brought back next season or not. I (hopefully) just worked out my inbox so feel free to ask things/start convos there or in the relpies! I'd love to talk fav moments + predictions so far

[creeksandsocks]

Boyfriend Eddie Head Cannons #3!

Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Includes NSFW! 18+ MDNI

He doesn’t take French or Spanish in school, he takes Latin. He uses it in his campaigns to translate spells or carvings.

Whenever you two hangout, he gives you a sweet hello kiss. Not just a wimpy peck - it doesn't have to have a tongue or anything. But, he means it everytime he kisses you, he doesn't just go through the motions.

He would 100% get spiders for you

He would paint you dominant hand finger nails for you - even though he does kind of a sloppy job its ok

He’s nowhere against period sex - he’s into the idea of getting bloody. He thinks its very metal and cool

He removes his rings when he fingers you/uses fingers without rings. He doesn’t wanna accidentally hurt you or get it stuck up there 😭

This modern!eddie coded

Modern!Eddie likes FNAF

He hates seeing you cry, your little teary face breaks his heart. He gently rubs your back and shields you. He always asks if you need him to get revenge

He gets crazy bed head

Always boxers, never tidy whities or something like that. But he sometimes has cheesy patterns on them

He would force Corroded Coffin to learn your favorite song for your anniversary, valines day or when you're fighting

Every now and again just he plays your favorite songs on guitar and nicely sings

[creeksandsocks]

Lovefool (A valentines special)

New to being a couple, you and Eddie enjoy your valentine's day home alone with movies, roses and whipped cream…

Pairing: Inexperienced!Eddie x Inexperienced!Reader

[6.3K words]

A/N: Happy valentines day! I hope you guys like this - i've been working on it for a while!

Tags: Smut, 18+, MDNI, groping, blowjobs, eating out, protected!PiV, kissing, eating food off each other, nervous sex, saying “I love you”.

You finish applying a final layer of Pink Lemonade Kissing Potion Lip Gloss as you hear 3 solid knocks on your front door. You already know who’s knocking, you've been nervously awaiting his arrival all morning - doing your morning routine with extra care, tucking in your freshly washed sheets, making sure you have a brand new pack of condoms waiting in your nightstand drawer - From your mirror, you peer over your shoulder and see the clock on your nightstand reading 4:00 PM exactly. You appreciate that the heartthrob on your front porch is timely.

You bound down the staircase, familiar stairs taken two at time -anything to reach the front door faster. Once you reach your entryway, you quickly compose yourself and smooth your hair down before you reach for the front door handle and swing it open. As planned, standing outside is Eddie, your boyfriend(!). He's sporting a rom-com pose with his hand braced against the door, leaning into it, and a red rose stem gripped between his teeth and his left arm hidden behind him. “Hello valentine” he swoons through gritted rose-biting teeth.

“Hi Eddie”, you greet him sweetly as you both swoon at one another - this is the first time you've seen each other for three days, you've both been busy during the week. This only adds to the nervous anticipation for tonight. He removes his arm from the door frame, takes the rose from his mouth and nestles it behind your ear. He uses his now free arm to cup your face and kiss you hello. It’s very solid and sweet, you both know it’s not the last time that you’ll kiss each other tonight. Once you separate lips, you're still hungry, you place both your hands on his neck and pull him forward, kissing him again, this time open mouthed and harder, pressing into each other.

“Mmm”, he hums when you part, licking your lip gloss from his lips, “strawberry?”. You shake your head, “strawberry lemonade, actually, maybe you should get another taste? Just to make sure?”. He doesn’t hesitate when you give him permission to kiss you again. He leans in and gives you several earnest pecks, all over your mouth. He's aware of the fact that you're both perched in your front door frame in plain view of all your neighbours, doing nothing too R rated, yet. You're both giggling by the time he pulls back and puts on an exaggerated thinking face.

“I don't know if i'm getting lemonade, babe - you gotta give me another taste”, he jokes and jumps into you, teeth bared like he's a vampire coming to get you. You play with him, and jump back from the door, back into the entryway of your house- he follows you right in and drops the shopping bag he was holding in his hidden arm and closes the fron door all in one smooth motion. He stretches his wingspan fully and clutches your wrist as you scurry away. He pulls your wrist into him and he spins your bodies into the door. He's got you caged in, hands on your waist and wall keep you stuck. Eddie bears his teeth once again like he's going to bite you and lunges for your neck, instead of sucking your blood, though, he starts sucking bruises into your neck. Once his lips have traveled down the expanse of your throat, he's reattached himself to your mouth.

It’s wet and hard and he's using his hips to press you into the door frame. You eventually start slowly sliding your back down the door, bringing him down with you. Your mouths stay connected until you've reached the floor. Your legs are parted and bent and his body is slotted between them, he's sitting rather pathetically on his knees before you. You raise yourself and shuffle forwards and onto his lap. From your new seat you press your chest into his own, kissing his head down and laying him down in your entryway. You massage one hand on the taught expanse of his chest using your nails to scratch at him through his sun-bleached band tee and the other holds you up. You disconnect your mouths momentarily and take the moment to appreciate the man splattered out beneath you. His hair has fallen around his head like a halo and his lips and cheeks are flushed sinfully red. He's got a defeated look on his face, though, ever since you pulled away. So, you decide to soothe him and kiss him again. You're sitting on his stomach, just above his belt, letting the feeling of his torso beneath you ground you as you kiss each other senseless. You’re near fucking him five feet from your front door when your kitchen clock starts blaring.

It shocks you both, regretfully separating. He lifts his chin to peer into your kitchen as you raise your head to look at. You are suddenly reminded that you've got something to attend to in the kitchen and start climbing off him. “MY CINNAMON ROLLS” you say as you stand to your full height above him, legs still bracketing his sides. You reach forward with both arms to help Eddie stand up and he graciously takes your hands to aid in pulling himself up. He’s not even balanced himself when you start dragging him into the kitchen, dropping his hand to place oven mitts on and snatch the oven open. You sigh with relief to learn that your baked goods haven't burned and are perfectly golden brown. When you're distracted with taking them out of the oven, Eddie takes the moment to readjust himself in his jeans, hoping to cover his straining cock.

You turn around with the baking sheet in your mitted hands, showing off your creation, perfectly round a gooey cinnamon buns. You bashfully say “They cooked well! They aren’t super even, like, that one's huge- but I think they'll taste good”. Eddies having none of it, “no, baby they look great! Really, you did a good job, they're gonna be delicious". You smile to yourself and spin to place the patinaed baking pan on the stove. Eddie parks himself next to you, placing his hand on your ass and caressing you as you both admire the dessert in front of you.

You drizzle the glaze over them (not without immature jokes from both of you comparing the icing to cum), and plate them up. Eddie, ever chivalrous, demands that you feed each other. So, you eat while standing face to face gently placing the buns into eachothers mouths. You're glad to see you did in fact do a great job on them, they are perfectly baked and taste great. You feed each other the rest of your deserts with awkwardly twisted arms, and sticky mouths from missed bites, but neither of you would change for the world. Tonight alone with your lover (however cringey it may be to say), feeling like real adults and taking advantage of the hours of independence you've been granted with each other. After placing your dishes in the sink and rinsing off your hands, you share a sticky sweet cinnamony kiss before rinsing the lower halves of your faces in the sink, too.

Feeling tired and heavy from your decadent desert you and Eddie bundle up on the couch, the ending of winter's cold still biting you in your revealing dress. Sitting with your butt tucked in the corner of the couch, and your legs folded over his lap, you tuck your arms around each other and wait for your movie to start. My Bloody Valentine, your pick. It’s the perfect movie for the occasion, holiday accurate? Check. Gore and thrill? Check. Romance? Check… All the depictions of love on the screen remind Eddie of the bag of goodies he's brought to your house. He kisses you “goodbye” before he leaves sprints to his shopping bag and back to you on the couch with it in hand. You're both giddy about what eddies got in his mystery bag as he reveals the items to you slowly. First, revealing a beautiful bouquet of hand picked roses. You smell them once he’s given them to you, enjoying the honeyed floral scent. You thank him and gently place them on the coffee table, readying yourself for your next gift. He’s taking his valentine out “okay, I poured my entire heart and soul into this, my fair maiden. Please read it after I leave, I'm embarrassed.” you promise him “I'll wait, cross my heart. To be honest, I wanted you to read mine in private, too”. You hold your hands out and receive an intricately handcrafted card in return. On the cover, you find an illustration of you and Eddie as zombies, the drawing is titled “to death do us part (and not even then)”.

Eddie’s a talented artist, at least when it comes to eldritch horrors and hobgoblins for his campaigns, so its clear that the decaying loves depicted are definitely you and him, paired with a heartfelt caption his most badass handwriting font, the card couldn’t be better. “You made this?” you ask. Even though you know it's definitely him who put the hours into creating it, “Eddie I love it! It's amazing! I'm putting it on my wall, or in a safe protected by lasers!”. He’s bashful “well, i just love you. And I'm grateful for you, and that you think stuff I think is cool, is cool. Like zombies in love and stuff”. He's blushing, he’s known to put up a hard exterior, preventing people from seeing how sensitive and kind he really is, but he lets you see. He lets you know how he really is without protection, he's funny and nerdy and smart and hot and romantic and perfect for you. You want nothing more than to show him how you feel, too. You let your eyes focus on floorboards as you mull over how much you want to let him read your possibly embarrassing (though he won't think so) valentine that you too spent hours creating. You want to let Eddie, your Eddie, know how loved and perfect he is, and how deserving of a perfect valentine's day he is. “Eddie, I want to give you mine now, but it’s upstairs”. You return your gaze to him, with a devious smirk on his face, and a bottle of whip cream in his hand - “I’d love to see it, but, oh baby, I was planning on taking you upstairs anyways”. You both laugh at the absurdity of what he’s proposing, but, yeah, you want to fuck him real bad. So, you take his hand (the one that's not holding the whip cream) and bound up the stairs hand in hand.

After you breach entry into your bedroom doorway, you're once again being pinned up against it and kissed. Hes curving down into you, stray curls tickling your cheeks and forehead, your hands are grabbing at each others clothes and pulling, praying that the one in, like, fifty billion chance of particles perfectly lining will just take his shirt off and reveal his skin to you without having to disconnect lips for even a second. But, (this time at least) his shirt isn’t coming off like that - and you have to stop kissing him and pull his shirt off yourself, he aids you and raises his arms so that he can be disrobed in one smooth motion. He’s pressed you back against the door and is kissing your neck as you grope each others bodies - he takes his hands through your hair, down your ass, squeezing as he glides his hands over your flank. He moves his hands to your outer thighs and starts hiking up your dress, using his hands to pool it around your waist and uncover your painties to him.

You allow him to fist at and pull ar the fabric around your waist with one hand as he breeches the elastic of your underwear with his other, sliding the lip his pointer finger under the elastic that covers your hip and moving it in an arc shape just under the edge of it, moving closer to the mound you really want him touching. He likes the feeling of your sensitive skin below his finger and he pushes it further into your panties, touching just above your inner slit. He’s not teasing you on purpose, he's not really in the mood for being mean - but as his fingers are exploring your sensitive skin you feel depraved, like he is teasing you.

You press off from the doorframe. Keeping mouths locked as you walk him backwards to the ledge of your bed. You climb over him on all fours and arch your back instinctually as you mouth at the sensitive skin below his ear. Once you've left him a sufficient hickey you pull back and give him a lusty look that would send him to the floor if he wasn’t already laying. You grab your hair, collecting the locks that had fallen around your shoulders and twisting them behind your neck, you slide off eddie and present your back to him, he springs up and starts mouthing at the nape of your neck and shoulders, leaning his body over the contour of your while his fingers slide between you two and start unzipping your dress. As he slowly reveals the delicate and freckled skin of your back, he kisses each newly revealed part until he cannot bend down any further without fully readjusting himself on the bed.

Eddie stays sitting up, but reclines on his extended arms as you stand up and face him, letting your dress drape off and revealing your more-exposed form. You've got some tricks up your sleeve too, and are now standing in a brand-new matching set, a triangle bra and cheeky panties, made of a combination of carmine red cotton and mesh. You smirk to yourself, knowing you’ve got him entranced. He tilts forward on the bed and rubs his hands over the small of your waist. Taking in the intricacies of your hosiery. His voice is rough with want as he appreciates you “your gift’s got me beat. You look… beautiful”. You shyly smile to yourself, and rush to your vanity. Thankfully it's located just next to your door, Eddie was able to abandon his can of reddi-whip on it earlier instead of dropping it to the floor, risking an explosion. 

You shake it as you walk back, preparing the can to be sprayed over your bodies, while really you had no tempting intentions in your actions, the way you stride back over to him, tits shaking with the bottle Eddie is pinching himself, reminding himself that this perfect, fantasy girl is here and his. He unbuckles his belt and slides his black jeans off, appreciating that his throbbing cock is now under less constraint.

You perch yourself on his lap, and place your hand over his demon tattoo as you push him back. You're no longer sitting on his stomach though, you placed yourself right on the tent in his boxers, which are a red striped pattern, he’d been saving them for today. “Are you ready?” you ask him, as you uncap the can, give it one more shake for good luck (this time giving an extra shimmy in your shaking giving hopelessly-in-love-with-you Eddie a rice picture of your rack). “Ohhh yeah!” He exclaims, “this is actually fulfilling a big fantasy of mine, honey - you better do a good job”, he jokes with you, he doesn’t actually put pressure on you like that. 

You decide to go all in, spraying a thick stripe of whip cream from the base of his ribs to his nipple. His muscles tense at the cool sensation as it sits on his abdomen. You once again reassume your position on all fours, you stick your tongue out and lick halfway up the stripe on his ribs, stopping halfway through to swallow. You softly giggle to each other, but you're enjoying how the little wet spot on his boxers grows as you lick over him. You finish the last of the whip cream with more confidence, biting his nipple once you licked over it. You were gonna joke with him, say something like ‘was it worth being sticky?’ But when you make eye contact, his eyes are so dark and he's looking at you with stars in his big eyes that you just dont - you dont want to take him out of the moment so, instead you earnestly ask him “so, was it everything you wanted?”.

“Yeah, actually it was - I've been wanting to do that since I read it in playboy in like ‘eighty four! I wish I actually didn’t say that- so ignore that part - but, yeah that's definitely gonna be fueling my spank bank for the rest of my life”. You giggle and assure him “oh, we're nowhere near done”. You crawl down the edge of the bed and settle on your knees between his thighs. You spray some below his belly button and over the tip of his cock in his boxers, right under where you were sitting. You use one arm to press him into the mattress, gently guiding him back down as you work your magic below, rubbing your face into his boxers and inhaling as you lick the cream off his body, ending with dipping your tongue under his waistband. At the motion Eddie lifts his hips off the bed and helps you shove his boxers off, revealing his already fully hard cock to you. It's dripping with precum, one drip has already traveled inches down to the base, leaving the soft matte skin glossy and sticky.

“Baby, you know you don’t have to right? Only if you want to - I’m happy, honestly, with whatever you want to do. I promise it’ll feel good for me”. He’s sitting up now at 90 degrees, pushing your hair behind your ears, you lift up and kiss him sweetly, promising Eddie, the ever insecure gentleman, that you know he won’t force you to do anything, and that you want to suck him off. You go back to sitting on your calves and get to work. You bend down lick him hard at his pelvis, in the junction between his boner and stomach, at that he's laying down again hissing in pleasure. You start working your mouth up the side of his shaft, almost kisses following the wake of your hand as you slowly stroke upwards. Once you’ve reached the tip, you run your tensed tongue over his dripping head, and swirl it once. At that, Eddies stopped pleasurably hissing and started taking deep breaths - he lets out a full while and bucks his hips up, wanting more. You oblige, spitting thick saliva onto his cock and jerking him off until his entire cock is lubricated. You put your mouth back to work, covering your teeth with your tongue and lips and taking him into your mouth. The heat and feel of your mouth makes him moan, bucking his hips up for ore. The weight of his cock in your mouth makes you drool, such an intimate weight - known only to your body. Your mouth is like magma as you suck him down further, pulling off before you gag before returning to suck him again. You let the slimy trail of your spit connect your lower lip to his cock as you pull back for a real, deep breath.

You're about to go back in, hopefully take him further down your throat and lick his balls when he gently taps your cheek and rasps your name, “Baby - I-” he takes a deep breath and tries again, “you gotta stop, or else this is gonna be over real quick. It’s good - feels really good”. You pull back fully now, giving him space to regain stamina. Without warning, he bursts up from your bed and speeds on shaky legs to your bathroom down the hall. You barely get a glance of his bare ass before he’s gone. “Eddie? Where are you going?”. He hollers from down the hall, but it’s obscured by the sound of your sink faucet blasting. He comes back, still on shaky legs but a bit more stable as he scurries back onto your bed, a damp maroon towel in hand. He starts wiping himself down, using the cool rag to clean himself of any stick remnants - he’s barely cleaned once of his pecs before you ease the rag from his hand and clean him off yourself. He obliges you, and hums as you clean his body for him. His face is wet all over, droplets hanging from his jawline and his bangs are stuck together into thick strands. While a nice blowjob definitely gets Eddie all sweaty, you hadn’t gone long enough for him to be so fucked out already. You decide not to comment on it - but you know that he’s splashed his face with cold water in the sink as he was preparing the rag.

Once you’ve decided he's been adequately cleaned, you toss the rag onto your bedroom floor close to your bed. Figuring you could use it later. Eddie’s kissing you again by the time you return your full attention to him, using tongue and spit to kiss you as deep as he can in the moment. He wraps his arms around you, still on your knees, and fumbles with your bra clasp before he eventually unhooks it, humming into your mouth when he does so. You stand up and sit on his lap again. He’s moving to lay over you, easing you into your back as you did with him moments before. He desperately kneads your tits, wiping his thumbs over your nipples as he continues to kiss you breathless. If you allowed yourself to dwell on it, you could almost get teary-eyed at moments like these; feeling so warm and safe and loved under the weight of Eddie - him doing everything he can to make sure you have a good time with him. The heat of your love filling the room. You softly pull his face from yours and confess to him “I love you”. This isn’t the first time you've said it- but this time it feels different, like, saying it now makes you want to cry, because you love Eddie and Eddie loves you. His brows pinch together above you, and he sincerely responds “I love you, too”. You admire his face before you reach up and kiss him again, sealing your promises with true love's kiss. He confesses to you “I love you baby - every part of you. I want to show you. Can I?”. You nod, you're at a loss for words, if you speak now, you risk crying. Crying at this perfect man who just wants to show you he loves you.

He slowly starts moving down your body - kissing every inch of you as he goes down, mouthing at your neck, collarbones, your inner elbows and palms. He spends time licking at your tits, your ribcage, your bellybutton. He eventually lays down on his stomach between your knees, kissing your inner knees and maneuvering your legs to kiss the top of your feet. The action makes you both giggle, but it doesn't remove you from the moment. Eddie lays his head on your inner thigh and looks up at your face through the valley of your breasts, though he makes sure to get an eyeful of them, too. He gives you a cheeky smile as he sneaks his hand under your bent knee and grabs the whip cream, still uncapped on your bed. He shakes it, preparing the can and squirting some into his mouth. He offers you some too, holding out the can and spaying it into your mouth as you hold it open for him. He climbs back up to quickly kiss the mess of whip cream from your mouth and repositions himself between your thighs.

He dips the tip of the bottle in your belly button, and makes a childish swirl around your abdomen. You're both belly laughing now - taking in  you looking like a diner waffle, piled high with sugar. But, he wastes no time burying the lower half of his face into the mound of whip cream, easily breeching through it and lathing his tongue against your stomach. While at times it's ticklish, it does feel good - the best part though is the visual, his eyes closed as his jaw works open to clean you off. It only makes you clench the muscles hidden beneath your panties, waiting to be really touched. By the time he's eaten it all, his entire lower face is sticky, covered in a layer of whip cream. He blindly reaches one arm off the bend and feels for the rag. Still damp, he wipes it over your stomach and then his mouth, taking care of you before he even thinks of cleaning himself off.

Eddie throws the rag over his shoulder and makes deep eye contact with you, he's asking - asking if he can show you how much he loves you like he promised he would before. You wantonly nod your head and roll your hips forward, almost glazing your covered clit over his chin. He understands what you want from him and focuses his eyes down into the gusset of your panties. A damp wet spot has accumulated there, almost covering the entire expanse of your slit. Eddie reaches his finger under the crotch of your panties, and parallelly strokes his finger against you, collecting your slick on the back of his knuckle and bending his finger when he ghosts over your clit, giving you a taste of the pleasure he's gonna give you.

He reaches his hands onto the hips of your panties and pulls them down. Placing them gently next to you before he wraps his left arm around your thigh. His face remains drooly and focused as he drags his pointer finger over your pussy, softy dragging it over your hole to collect your arousal before gently rubbing it against your clit. He’s new to this, you both are,  but enthusiastic, and you are more than happy to learn with him. He kisses the inside of your thigh once before asking “can I taste you? I've never done this before- so please tell me if you like it”. You feel pathetic when you can only reply “uh huh”. But, all thoughts of embarrassment are lost when he buries his face in your pussy - immediately sliding his tongue up and down your sensitive and drooly slit. What he’s doing is passionate, nothing like in porn you've seen: disconnected and carless tongue flicks made to appeal to the camera - his entire face is buried between your legs. His hot breath is at equilibrium with the body heat being expunged from your spread legs and his mouth, too, is liquid hot as it almost cups your entire pussy. He flicks your clit with his tongue when he pulls away. You whine at the loss of pleasure and the wetness between your legs quickly cooling to room temperature. “Is it good? Like- that's the right spot right?”. “Yes- Eddie it's really good, please don't stop”. You throw your head back into your pillows and fully relax into them, allowing yourself to moan and gasp as he feasts between your legs. He grips your thighs tightly as he humps into your bed, rubbing this throbbing cock for some relief.

He eventually latches his mouth over your clit and sucks, the suction is incredible, you arch your back lifting your shoulder blades off the bed. He slowly slides his right arm from  around your thigh and teases your hole with his pointer finger. Slowly breaching your entrance and sinking his digit into you knuckle by knuckle, twisting at the wrist to give you pleasure. He continues lapping at your clit as he starts fucking another finger into you, he’s at a steady and solid pace when the pressure in your core builds. White hot pleasure Feeling better with every time he moves his head or hands. “Eddie-” you warn “im close-”. He speaks into your wet heart, something that sounds like ‘really!?’, but you're unsure, The hum of his mouth sending you over the edge. The muscles in your pussy clamp even tighter over his fingers as they pulse in orgasm. You clasp your hand over your mouth and moan his name. Once you've finished with the brunt of your pleasure, you wince at the raw sensitive feeling in your clit, ha hasnt  stopped touching you, even though he's watched enough porn to know you've come. The overstimulated feeling causes you to grab his hair harshly and pull his face up to meet yours. 

The entire expanse of his entire lower face is covered in your slick, you're both desperately panting. He’s got more energy than you at the moment though you both feel fucked out, so he bumbles “Babe, that was good - really good. I liked it. Did you like it?” and he softly smiles when you hum and nod in agreement. He admits “ It tasted… good by the way. You taste good”. You both laugh at the sentiment, though you know he's being honest and he flops down over your body. You feel his throbbing erection brush against your leg, and you're reminded Eddie still hasn't come yet.

With a remarkable amount of strength, you twist and flop both of your bodies closer to the edge of the bed, arms length from your nightstand. You're sitting on his hips, as he paws at you from below. You look over him, taking in the intricacies of his chest, tattoos, his heaving chest and blushing ears. You look down below you and see your perfect man, your Eddie who did everything he thought to do to make you cum first, to make sure you aren't sticky. He got you flowers and met up with you at your house. You decide right then you're about to give Eddie the ride of his life.

You snake your arm behind you, and peer over your shoulder. You gently jack him off behind you. His cock has gone red, now, irritated from being humped against your bed frame. You look at him again, he’s staring at your exposed tits, bare skin and the peek of your slit that's been revealed to him. You put your arms on his chest, on either side of his sternum and press up. You try not to cringe at the gushy sound your dripping cunt makes as it separates from his happy trail. He whines at the sound, desperate to enter you. You lean over and pull open the top drawer of your nightstand, Eddie securing your hips with strong hands as you lean over him, making sure you don’t fall. You blindly rifle through and ‘ah-ha!’ when you find the plastic-sealed box of condoms that you've stashed in there the day before.

You return to your seat on Eddie and attempt to rip the plastic seal of the teal blue box, shaking hands proving your unwrapping efforts to be futile. You press the box into his chest, and give him begging eyes, importing him to open it. He grasps the box and ravages the plastic, using his teeth to break the seal of the plastic and tear the cardboard closure. You then take the box back from him, digging around for the roll tucked into the box. 

You finally pull it out of the box and rip one off the chain, tossing the others onto the floor. You're nervously  fumbling with the package when Eddie lifts one of his arms up, and wraps it around your back pulling you down to him and kissing you desperately before releasing you and letting you sit up. You take a grounding breath, and shuffle down his body, now sitting on his thighs, just below his shaft.

You roll the condom onto him, looking up assuredly once its guarded his entire length, making sure you've done it right. Eddie takes one of his palms that was just gripping the sheets and strokes himself twice, making sure the rubber is secure. It doesn’t budge so he lifts his liberated hand out you, aiding you and you shuffle up him and hover above his lap. “Eddie, y’know i've never done this before either - tell if it's bad or you don;t like it or something”. Eddie promises you, singsoning you your nickname, “i'm gonna like it - but i'll tell you if that impossible situation comes to be”. He knows you're nervous to please him, he feels the same way with you - praying that he can perform for you even though you're still new to sex. He holds out his pinky to you, and you wrap yours around it. A pinky promise from him is all you need before you reach your arm behind you and line his tip up with your hole. Slowly you sink down onto him, giving the most delicate parts of your body time to adjust to the harsh intrusion.

You’ve reached the base now, his entire length seated inside you. You feel so full, it’s almost hard to breathe. He’s feeling the same way, staining when he asks “You good so far?”. The ache has started to subside, and the throb of him inside you has started to soothe your want. You adjust your hips on him, making sure you really are okay before you confirm “yeah- im okay”. With one final deep breath, you lift yourself on his cock, barely two inches up before sitting back down onto him. You look to his eyes for assurance, but they pinched shut. His mouth is gaping open as he makes a punched out sound. That's enough motivation to continue, you start gently rocking your hips in circular motion. You can tell Eddie feels fucking fantastic, labored deep breaths and small moans. He walks his hand from your hip to your hand, grasping it tightly to his chest as you ride him.

You're gasping and groaning from above him, the seat of his cock inside you feels like the best massage of your life or itching a hellish scratch - finally some relief. You get more confident now, lifting up higher and slamming down onto him as you go. Eventually you adjust your hips slightly, rolling your hips, you stop feeling really good and start feeling great. His cock ramming into your sweet spot as you moan like you're in heat. After just a few minutes of riding, Eddie tightes his iron grip on your hand warning you “im gonna cum. Can I? Inside?”. You moan out an assurance as you start giving it your all, arching your back and relaxing your head out behind you - giving Eddie, with eyes now shot open, a perfect view of your bouncing tits. His eyes drifting from your rack to see your blissed out face did him in. As he cries out, you feel the condom fill with his release. 

You slow down the rock of your hips and  you feel the throbbing in his cock dissipate as his orgasm finishes. You stop the movement in your hips entirely and he stops gasping out. You can’t tell if he's laughing or moaning or crying - but you know he's tired. You use your leverage on his chest to push yourself off and let his softening cock slide out of you and you gingerly lay down beside him. You both stare up at the ceiling, catching your breath when Eddie grasps at your hand again, grounding himself as he gently squeezes it. You hear his hair slide against his pillow as he turns his head to look at you. He asks “you've never done that before? It was insane. You gave me the ride of my life!”. You chuckle at this joke and tease him “you know I haven't!” you tease. “I love you” he says and wets his chapped lips with his tongue. You decide to a hard time, making a huffy face and wrapping your arms over your chest. “What?!” he questions, latching his fingers into your sides, making you curl up as he tickles you, realizing your sides once you admit that, fine, you love him too. He peels the soggy condom off himself, holding it by the tip like it's a lab experiment, allowing you both to be intrigued by the item before he sings it into the trash. He stretches, almost falling off the bed, but doesnt, so that he can grab the now barely wet towel from the ground. He’s unsure if you want him to clean you up - so he hands it to you and lays back as you wipe the sweat and arousal from your inner legs before you hand it to him, he does the same thing.

You curl up on his chest and trace his tattoos, basking in the sweaty air of your bedroom. You revel in his warm arms, softly rubbing and scratching your back until you've both got enough energy to put clothes back on, finally give Eddie your valentine, feed each other chocolate and eat dinner. But, until then you're more than content to just rest with him.

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Official C&S Masterlist!

An ongoing Masterlist of all my works to date! Some WIPs will be posted on here, but not all!

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Full fics

The Diner - Fluffy, Mature - [3.8k words]

Eddie Munson x f!reader

When your car breaks down trying to pick up Dustin from his Hellfire meeting, you're invited to get burgers with the DnD gang and get to know Eddie a little better.

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Splash - Smut, 18+ MDNI - [4.5k words]

inexperienced!Eddie Munson x inexperienced!f!Reader, established relationship

New to your relationships, you recount on past heated make out sessions with Eddie, and advance into uncharted territory hand in hand.

Lovefool (A valentines special) - Smut, 18+ MDNI - [6.3k words]

Eddie munson x F!reader

New to being a couple, you and Eddie enjoy your valentine's day home alone with movies, roses and whipped cream…

Seven Minutes in Heaven - fluff, kissing [3.8k words]

Eddie munson x F!reader

A nervous game of seven minutes in heaven make your first high school party memorable.

Passcode to My Heart - fluff, mature language [1.1k words]

Eddie Munson x f!reader

Your locker gets jammed and Eddie comes to save the day despite jocks doing their worst

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Drabbles

Wallet - Fluff

Eddie Munson x reader pre-relationship fluff

Dustin steals Eddie's wallet and its your decision to either hand it back or good-naturedly tease him with what you find-

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Door - Fluff, mature, MDNI

Eddie Munson x Reader, Established Relationship

After the upside down… you and Eddie have to keep your bedroom door open if he'd like to stay in your room.

Hiking is For Lovers - Fluff

Eddie Munson x Reader, Established Relationship

A hike with Eddie and your new found family...

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Headcannons

Boyfriend!Eddie Hcs 1

Boyfreind!Eddie Hcs 2

Boyfriend!Eddie Hcs 3

Boyfriend!Eddie Hcs 4

backpack

Haircut

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The door (drabble)

Eddie Munson x Reader, Established Relationship

Tags: Mature 18+, not proofread [550 words].

After the upside down… you and Eddie have to keep your bedroom door open if he'd like to stay in your room.

One month after the events of season 4, everyone's bustling around your house. It’s become the home base after everything. Once Eddie was stable enough to leave the hospital, you campaigned hard for him to sleep in your room. Wayne wasn’t against it, he trusted you two to be smart about his current condition and he knows his nephew, and knows you. You’re newly in love with kids with good heads on your shoulders, and didn't want to deprive his previously chronically single nephew of time with his new girl. 

Hopper, your own father figure, however, was very against it. He didn’t even want to accept that you’re dating Eddie. While Hopper does have a soft spot for Eddie, he didn’t yet trust him enough to be your boyfriend. But, you argued that your bed would be big enough for both of you instead of having his recovery stunted by tossing and turning all night on your lumpy couch, and the trek up the stairs could be good for him, exercise to aid his recovery.

Through your unlamenting campaigning and eddies pain-killer-high mumbles he gave in. But, that wouldn't prevent him from enforcing a strict ‘the door stays 5 inches open at all times' policy, you two were too happy to argue.

You and Eddie have spent the past few days in bliss, a stark contrast from hell being released outside the halls of your bedroom. You giggle yourselves to sleep every night like your at a sleepover and wake up snuggled in eachothers arms and body heat. After his near death, Eddie has a hard time being calm without you in his eyeline, his instinctual urges to ensure your safety cause him to essentially wrap his entire body around yours as you sleep.

Sometimes, when everyone else in the house is asleep, and it's just you two awake in bed you sneak your bedroom door shut and make up (more make out)  for all the lost time you two could have been kissing. He’s still weak, most of his abdominal wounds are still tightly bandaged so he’s can’t climb over you and cage your body in with his as he kisses you, depraved and spitty no matter how much hed like too. Though you've done it enough times that you can count it on one hand, you normally opt to hover over his body, or face each other on your sides, embracing each other and kissing like you’ll never get the chance to again. Things are staying pretty tame between you two no matter how much you'd like to grind your throbbing sexes until the pressure is relieved, he's more than happy to just kiss you, if all he could ever do was look at you he’d be happy.

One time, after you left each other spit covered and covered in hickeys you'd fallen asleep without reopening the door. As Wayne was the earliest riser out of everyone in the house, he was the first to know. Thankfully, he’s on your side so he gently knocks on the door just in case you two are currently up to… unsupervised activities… when he hears no response he gently pries the door open and sticks his head into your bedroom. He's met with a fathers pride when he finds you two wrapped in eachother's arms under the covers. He leaves the door open a crack before he heads downstairs.

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omg that’s such a cute idea

Wallet (drabble)

Eddie Munson x reader pre-relationship fluff

Dustin steals Eddie's wallet from his jacket pocket. Before he gets the chance to rifle through it to find things to embarrass Eddie with, he’s being chased through the halls by Eddie. Eventually, Dustin is booking it through the halls and stops just short of slamming you into your locker. He tosses you Eddie's wallet like a hot potato.

Eddie comes scrambling in after, and grabs Dustin on the shoulder. The out of breath boys wrestle and try to wedgie each other. Eventually Eddie, the stronger one, gets Dustin’s arms pins and is forcing him to give his wallet back.

In hysteric (and playfully scared) laughter Dustin pleads “I DON'T HAVE IT I DON'T HAVE IT. SHE DOES” and he points to you, his babysitter, who is consequently the girl Eddie’s been crushing on since the school year started. Eddie tries to keep his cool as he attempts to call your bluff.

“It's fine, there's nothing valuable in there anyways”. But, he's blushing bright and you're smarter than that, you know there's gotta be something in there worth chasing after. You respond “sure, i'll give it back…” Eddie thinks you're about to hand it to him, but you start to unzip it, “only after I can see your license photo!”. At that Eddie jumps but Dustin is able to restrain him, you pull his ID out of the sleeve of his wallet. You've met with a photo of a scraggly sixteen year old Eddie, his eyes are dark and wide and the most visible part of his face besides his dark curly hair which had still had bangs and messy layers, but was jaw-length.

“Aww” you tease, even though you mean it, “you were so cute!”. Just then, Eddie is able to wiggle free of Dustin's grasp and start chasing you down the hall. As all three of you zoom past the hall monitor at lightning speed, he gets a moment's glance at off of your beaming and flushed faces and you laugh and scream down the hall.

(btw guys - a longer fic coming soon! Either a little smutty or very smutty ;) )

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Boyfriend!Eddie head canons pt 2!

A/N: thank you guys so much for the love on my previous post, here's some more! up next: I have 3 fics in the works! 

Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Includes NSFW! 18+ MDNI

He does some really good impressions, like mickey mouse or the muppets

Lets you crack his knuckles

He tickles your sides at random times

Modern!Eddie who watches over your shoulder as you play sims 4 wicked whims “wait babe… put us into ‘backshots 3’… Nice.”

He loves when you hold his hand, but he feels like a gallant knight when you hold his upper arm

Always flirty, no matter how long you've been together

He's a real loverboy romantic type

He always makes sex intimate even if its real nasty and rough, when your lying at the edge of the bed, he'll hold your legs up and kiss your ankles, he'll hug your knees to his chest

When your at the pool, he’ll always mess around in the water with you- chicken fights, breath holding competitions, throwing things for each other to find, pretending to be mermaid and sailor 🙂‍↕️

He’ll untangle your headphones or necklaces for you

He thinks your still beautiful once you take your makeup off no matter what

modern!Eddie doing the wicked riff with you (you're both so bad)

Eddie would physically fight for you if he felt he had to

He compliments the flavor of your lip balm

He physically protects you, like would use himself as a body shield

When hes eating you out, hes in there. His mouth his pretty much cupping your entire pussy at times- there's no kitten licks then assuming you came, he enjoys doing it and gets hard from doing it [fic coming soon]

Would get glow in the dark condoms for fun

He will kiss you even if you have morning breath

he's obviously nice to people because he's a good guy but he's extremely soft with you, he lets his guard down fully and tells you things no one else knows.

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I’m imagining after the upside down Eddie gets a shorter hair cut Jim Morrison style. He’d grow it out again after but the change could maybe help him feel free of the upside down.

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thank you so much!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️😊

Splash

Hi! Okay, so, this is my first time ever writing smut - please feel free to leave me constructive criticism, or requests! 

Paring: inexperienced!Eddie Munson x inexperienced!f!Reader, established relationship

Tags/warnings: 18+ Mature, Minors do not interact, 1980s, ST4!AU,  smut, first handjobs, tit sucking and groping, grinding, kiss, graphic description of sexual acts, bad writing, misuse of italics, author is a virgin  😅😮‍💨

[4.5k words]

Author's Note: First ever smut! This fic is placed in an AU where the events of ST4 haven't happened, a lot of the “accurate lore” about his character is from the Flight of Icarus book, and while i'm still debating if I consider it cannon - I did use it for some some period-accurate stories and interests :)

When Eddie came to visit you during your shift at Family Video, you pushed a VHS of Splash into his chest.

“We have to watch this tonight, it’s my guilty pleasure movie and I need you to see it” you inform him as he inspects the tape that was just jutted into his chest.

He agrees without any argument. It’s not the kind of movie he’d pick out to watch for himself, normally opting towards Star Wars or Fire Escape from New York, but he’s not against rom-coms. He likes Tom Hanks enough, and thinks that mermaids are cool. But, really, he would watch anything for you.

You’re both so new into your relationship that you’re still figuring things out about each other. You're glad to learn that he’s modern in a way, for not condemning things for being “chick flicks” or whatever, at least for a small midwestern town like Hawkins.

The real reason you picked Splash isn’t actually because you’re dying to have your new boyfriend watch it, it's really because the familiarity of the film will hopefully provide a crutch in calming your nerves as you try and make a move on your guy tonight. Deep down, you know he won’t reject your advances. He really likes you and finds you hot, too. Both times when you’ve been left alone you’ve acted predictably. Jumping onto each other and making out.

The first time you made out with Eddie was the second time you kissed him. He was dropping you off at your house after a very successful first date. He kills the ignition to his van and his cassette stops playing. He turns to look at you, “I really had fun” he stammers, “I was wondering, if you wanted to go out again sometime? And… maybe be my girlfriend?”

He’s nervous, blushing and unblinking as he confesses to you. He takes his arm and rubs the back of his neck with it. You reply shortly after, but to Eddie, with his heart out on the line, it seemed to take eons. “Yes!” you try not to sound too eager, but youre ecstatic, “Yes to both I mean, being your girlfriend and a second date…”

You both stare at each other with soft accomplished smiles before instinctually meeting in the middle as you lean over his middle console and start feverishly kissing. You're practically earned it after all the pining going between the two of you. Your hands are in his hair, cupping his head and pulling him closer to you by the collar of his shirt. He's holding your head with one boyish palm and gently pulling you closer by the waist with the other. 

Eventually, you get fed up with his center console keeping you separated and decide to be fearless. You clamber over it, barely disconnecting your lips as you do and fumble yourself into his lap. He seems very happy with your new position and wraps the hand around your waist even tighter, hugging you into him. You’re both switching the tilt of your heads constantly. You want to get at him from every angle possible. He eventually kisses your jowl, chin and jawline as he kisses down your neck. He mouths at your lats and leaves bruising love bites there. He's quick to move back to your mouth though, desperate to get a taste of all you. You feel him stiff in his pants the more you kiss him, you are very proud of yourself for being able to get him so worked up. He parts your lips to breathe and he tenderly cradles your face. 

You admire each other's spit-covered mouths before you run your tongue down his jawline and suckle a hickey onto the angle of his mandible. He moans at your tongue lathing over his skin and he swallows the drool out of his mouth. Once you've decided he’s got enough of a mark you kiss him more, slowly winding each other down. 

You eventually part for the final time. Before you separate, you leave one last sweet kiss on his cheek. You pry his left arm off you and angle it to see his watch. He lets you, he’s gone slack at the weight of you on his lap, feeling the pressure of you against his hard-on. You see you're 15 minutes past curfew. “Shit shit shit!” you panic, scanning the passenger seat to grab your bag.

“What?” he questions, scared he’d done something wrong and hurt you. You inform him “I’m fifteen past curfew, if i'm not home like now i'll be forbidden from ever seeing you again”. Eddie doesn’t want to leave you, but he wants to never see you again even less. You have one last soothing kiss before you clamber out of the driver's side door. You run up to your front door as fast as your legs will carry you and scramble through your bag for your keys. You shove them into the lock as you turn over your shoulder and sweetly wave at the boy who you just rocked the world of.

The second time you guys made out you started both laid out on your bed. A mixtape Robin gave you fills the silence as you lounge. You were sprawled out on your back, knees bent and arms folded over your ribs. He's on his back too, just next to you, and you’re both stealing glances at each other. Admiring the look of each other's side profiles. He’s telling you about how one time he found drugs in the principal's desk and used them to (for lack of a better word) blackmail him into supporting the hellfire club. 

You laugh and turn your head towards his smiling face. “No fucking way?!” you say, more shocked than in disbelief. He turns his body onto his side now and props his head up on his arm.

“I was pretty nervous, actually, I would have made a huge fool out of myself if it was just aspirin or something,” he confessed, “but I knew that bottle, and by the dumb look on his face I knew I'd caught him, too!”.

He mimics the dumb face the principal made which makes you laugh even harder. He chuckles too, proud of himself for making you laugh and he smiles as he admires your beautiful scrunched face. You both take a deep breath to recover from all your laughing. He moves a small face-framing strand of hair that has been tousled into covering your lips and decides that he should make a move.

You nervously stare at his dark eyes and he moves his head closer to yours; his eyes haven’t moved from your lips since he cleared them off. He’s giving you the chance to stop him if you don’t wanna kiss him. Given you allow him, it’ll be the third ever time you guys have kissed each other. You spare him the rest of the distance and bring your face up to meet his. You kiss once at first, soft and reassuring each other that you both want it. Knowing he has permission he gently pushes your face back into the bed with his lips as he kisses you again. He's got one arm, on the opposite side of you that he's laying on, supporting himself. He wants to be close to you but he’s scared of crushing you. His inner wrist is tightly pressed up against your waist where your shirt has risen up. You can actually feel his heartbeat through the delicate skin there, it’s beating quickly like a hummingbird and you're reassured that you’re not the only nervous one.

His other hand is nestled in the negative space between your neck and shoulder and he has a gentle fistful of your hair in it, your soft hair grounds him as he moves it though his fingers, careful not to pull on your scalp. Your kisses are getting hotter and you eventually slide the very tip of your tongue between his lips. He gratefully reciprocates with his own warm muscle and slides a good amount of it past your teeth. It's really nice, your tongues are swirling around each other and exploring the taste of eachothers mouths. You straighten your legs out on the bed and he takes it as a sign to adjust himself over you. He lets go of the handful of your hair and brackets his arm around your head. The hand that was previously supporting him is now placed under your shirt at the small of your waist. He gently squeezes you there, trying to get a feel for your soft skin and the musculature underneath while his thumb separates from the rest of his hand and is angled towards your belly button softly stroking the skin over your obliques. Your left leg is unintentionally pinned beneath his thighs, but your right one is free. You again bend it at the knee and use it to pull him closer. You both feel dreamy together, his hair has fallen around you and created a dark curtain around your faces, blocking out most of your room's light.

“You're a good kisser” he confesses in the chamber of his hair, intimately and softly he says it; he's never been vulnerable like this for a girl before.

“Thanks, you too” you respond awkwardly at his compliment. But his hazy mind only picks up on the fact that he's making you feel good.

You resume your depraved kissing and remove one of your hands from being perched on his broad shoulders to his waist. You too, take the time to massage and examine the flesh that is breached under your hand.

You continue on like that for a while before he decides to be really brave and slowly, gently, graze his denim-clad hard-on down the seam of your pants. He's in awe of how warm your core is and how good it feels to rub his most intimate parts against yours, you both amateurly moan at the friction he's created, relieving some of the boiling hot pressure between your respective legs. Your cheeks are warmed by your rapid blood flow, and the clutch between your legs feels liquid hot. You really feel the wetness in your panties as he cautiously drags his boner up the seam of your jeans for a second time. You're positive you've soaked through them but you don’t seem to care as you lift your hips to come meet the hard bulge in his jeans for a third time. You continue to gyrate your hips into each other. This novice bunny humping feels so good to you both and you continue to breathlessly whimper and moan into the protection of each other's mouths. 

Eddie’s fairly certain he's about 2 minutes from blowing his load into his boxers. He’s not complaining exactly, because, god, it feels good to dry hump onto you like this. But, he doesn’t want to disappoint you with his lack of stamina or unintentionally end the moment early. He dumbly tries to distract himself from the boiling throb between his legs by gently snaking his hand up your shirt (because feeling your tit will for sureeee hold him off. He’s just about to make anticipated contact with the very bottom of your bra before your bedroom door slams open.

It’s Hopper. Because of course it's him. The chief scrunches his face into his shoulder and turns quickly. Both you and Eddie are so embarrassed to be caught like that you both freeze and separate your mouths with a final suctioned click. Eddie (wrongly) assumes that you’d (ever) want him off you and presses up off of you. Both his arms are straight now and his cock is now hovering above where he was just grinding on you. You sit up, too, and stare scaredly at the intruder. You bend both of your legs at the knee now, and shield Eddie’s bulge from the man as Eddie works to pull your tshirt back down. Hopper's hand blindly reaches back towards your door handle and continuously misses.

He tells you both “AH JESUS- I DIDN’T SEE ANYTHING. I DIDN’T SEE ANYTHING” its silent for a second before he says smally “dinner’s ready if you guys can come down… you guys do realize you can't do that while other people are in the house, right? Jesus. I did not want to have this conversation today,” he corrects himself “ever, actually. Just be down it ten. And USE PROTECTION” he warns (mostly Eddie) before finally getting a handle on the door and slamming it.

Neither of you were able to correct him that “ugh no dude, were werent actually fucking FYI”... that it was just a depraved and needy makeout secession. Eddie and you both awkwardly laugh at each other and you both take a second to cool yourselves down. He slams his back on the bed and lays down. You can tell he's pleading to any higher power to just have his boner go softly into that goodnight. You decide your sweet man needs space and kick your legs off the edge of the bed. You both take regulating deep breaths for a few moments before sliding off the bed and creeping downstairs together. The entire gang seems to sense something off with you two as you are both especially quiet and sweaty while you eat.

But this time? This time is gonna be different. He’s invited you to his place after work, he made sure to tell you that you'll be both home alone till 3AM because his uncle is on the night shift. You will make sure there are no interruptions in your activities as you’re desperate to touch his cock. You’ve done your research, you want to make him feel good. You've snuck tapes from the ADULTS ONLY section of Family Video as you restocked, and done everything you can to prepare for this moment, watching the moves of the porn girls and they perform effortless hand jobs and you’re wearing cute undies. It seems entry level enough, jacking a guy off, but you really want to make this good for him.

Work seems to go by especially slowly today despite how busy it is, and 9PM seems like it will never come. It always seems like that when you're especially tired or looking forward to something. The second the “OPEN” sign is switched off, you're clocked out and running out the door. Telling your coworkers and closest friends, Steve and Robin, that you have to study for a killer test, thankfully, they seem to believe it. You’re driving fast to his trailer. But, the second you pull into Forest Hills your heart starts beating out of your chest and you feel less confident. Second guessing yourself, your body, your abilities, even how much Eddie even likes you. But, you're already pulling up to his plot before you're able to let the anxiety fully consume you. You take a deep breath, brace yourself and make your way to the front door.

He wantonly kisses you hello after opening the door and the warm light of the kitchen highlights his shape. For the first hour, it’s innocent, you two only giggle with each other and make popcorn. Finally situating yourselves on the couch by the time 10 rolls around. He shoves the VHS into the TV and thuds into the couch next to you. He snuggles his arm around you and you fawn into his chest and shovel the buttered popcorn into your mouth as the opening credits start. He eventually tells you he's liking the film so far, but you realize that you haven’t been paying attention and you're already twenty minutes in. Your mind wanders to if he has any plans for you later.

It's impressive, honestly, that you've both made it a whopping half-hour into the movie before your wants take over. From under his armpit you look up at him with your best bedroom eyes (if you practiced them in the mirror beforehand, is between you and god). You twist yourself up to face him, both of your knees touching the back couch cushions and your feet are pointed out. You lick your lips, but before you're able to lean in and kiss him, his mouth is already on yours. You immediately wrap wandering arms around each other and kiss feverishly. 

This time he's the first one to put his tongue into your mouth, it feels good, heavenly, even, to have him inside you like this. You can taste his recently brushed teeth and butter as it swirls around your mouth. You're both already whining by the time you straddle his lap. Your practically touching tonsils by the time he eventually uses his strength to twist you both on the couch and ease you onto your back. He’s laying above you once again, but this time there's nobody down the hall. Just him and you (and Splash). He leans down over you slowly and one again pushes his bulge against the cleft of your pussy. He goes again and you both moan as his unpracticed thrusts. 

He separates from you, barely an inch and asks you “can I take your shirt off? Please?”. You nod your head and grab the hemline of it. You ease it over your head, both tempting him expertly and delaying feeling so naked in front of him. It’s not like you don’t want him to see you naked, you want to see him naked, too. You're for the first time it’s pretty scary. He makes you feel safe, though. Held and warm, pushed into his worn couch. You throw your top onto his coffee table and allow him to take a look. He has to actively stop himself from drooling over your bra covered breasts. He’s just looking for a while, and you start to get nervous.

You interrupt his stare “is, um everything okay? Like I'm normal right?”. He looks up at you and nods.

He confesses “holy shit yeah this is actually awesome”. You warmly smile at the boyishly sweet comment and pry one of his hands off your waist. You place it on your breast and shyly nod, urging him on, telling him it's okay, I want you to touch me. He gently cups your tit and massages the flesh through the fabric of your bra. He moves his hand to the other one and gropes you there, too. More confident now that you grind yourself up into him as he touches you.

You push your chest up into him and tease “your turn”. He sits up and obediently slides his shirt off. You run your hand down the milky skin of his pec and toned stomach, you use your finger to trace the silhouettes of his chest tattoos. You glide your finger through his adonis belt before running your hand back over his soft and taught flesh. “Im likin’ what im seein’” you good-heartedly joke. He blows air out his nose and crashes back down onto you. You contine grinding and tongue-fucking eachothers mouthes, taking the time to feel your naked abdomens rub, before you breathlessly tell him to take off his pants.

What follows is a frenzy of stripping, both of you standing up from the couch and wrestling with belts, button flies and socks until you're both scantily clad in nothing but your underwear. You both finish undressing simultaneously and turn towards each other. You feel comfortable with Eddie, but definitely very exposed, you assume he feels the same way too. You each scan each other's bodies. You eye the prominent tent in the front of his blue gingham boxers and defined line of hair that leads from his belly button to under his waistband. You eventually get to his dark eyes, his pupils seem to be dilated, deep brown eyes turned near black with want. You see him scanning your body, too. Taking his time before complimenting you. “Baby, wow. Your body is perfect like, idk, like a pornstar. But better, even”. You blush and return the favor. Your horniness goes straight to your head and you cut to the chase. “You’re sexy, Eddie.” Your bluntness could actually be comical if you guys weren’t so thirsty for each other.

He pounces on you, again stroking his hands over your exposed skin, groping your ass and unconsciously pushing his hard cock into your stomach. He lays you back down on the couch and you kiss for a while. Both of you easing into the idea of how bare you each were. Eventually he rises above you again. He asks “can I?” and plucks at your bra strap. You tell him yes and he pulls both straps down your arms in tandem. Revealing your perked nipples to him. “... You’re beautiful, thank you” he says. You can't help but softly giggle at him for thanking you for letting him pull your tits out. But when he goes back to kneading your mounds of flesh between his hands you forget about anything funny. He's mouthing at your neck, collarbones and sternum before he lathes your tit in his mouth. Licking the revealed expanse of skin and sucking into the soft flesh, biting at your nipple. He provides the care to your other breast too, and uses his hand to grope at the one that is free from his suckling. “Feels good Eddie” you reassure him. He’s definitely liking this, too, pushing his throbbing cock into your thigh. And humping you like an animal. Eventually you work up enough courage and ask him for what you really want.

“Eddie?” you question, “can I uh- can I jack you off?”. His drooling mouth goes dry at that. God he wants you to, but he's never actually been touched like that before - he’s nervous but immediately responds. “God yes you can, you don’t even have to ask, baby”. You both sit up then, he tucks himself into the corner of the couch and welcomes you as you crawl over to him. Sitting with your knees jabbing into the side of his thigh. You confirm “you're sure you want me to, Eddie? It’s okay if you don’t want me to - I can stop”. “What no!” he assures you “I definitely want you to continue. I just ugh- i've never done this, " he gestures arm around his crotch and your naked body, “before, so i'm kinda nervous. I'm also totally gonna bust in like 30 seconds baby. I'm sorry but I just have to warn you-”. You kiss the nervous bumbles out of his mouth and fully unclip your own bra.

You admit to him “I’ve never done this either, so please tell me if you don't like it - or if I can do something better, okay?”. He nods again, though he thinks there's nothing you can do to him right now he wont like, and you meet him for a slow and warm kiss before you separate and get to work.

He admires your fully exposed tits as you slide your hand down his stomach. Your hands breach the elastic of his waistband and you two lock eyes once more, making sure you are both ready to commit. You peel the waistband from his hips and he lifts them from the couch. His boxers are just on his thighs now, fully revealing him to you. Your mouth is dry now, too, reveling in the look of him. From what you know, he's a little longer and thicker than average. You examine him in totality - the blushing dusky pink tip of his manhood leaking pre-cum and hairy patch at the base. He’s got some veins running down the sides of it that simply accentuate that fact that Eddies got a nice cock. Your eyes wander past the patch of his pubic hair and to his balls, they are unshockingly perfect, too.

“Eddie, it's big” you tell him, and he moans at that as his dick twitches with want.This is real, this is happening, you tell yourself as you kiss him once more for good luck before you get started.

You decide to go all in to start, wrapping your hand around the middle of his cock. You only grip him and he’s hissing and panting at the feeling of your hand. He’s already liking it, so you feel good enough to continue. Stroking your hand up and his entire abdomen flexes.

He nods and whines “feels good baby, feels really good”. You release him from your grip and swirl the palm of your hand around the head of his cock, collecting the precum that's been dripping out before you slide your hand down his entirety. He's clearly having a great time - hissing, and breathing deeply, moaning your name and lulling his head as you stroke him four more times solidly. You release him to spit on your own hand and he takes a deep breath, the separation of your pleasure how close you realize he is. “Baby, fuck-Y/N, im close, im close, im really close”. His cheeks are pinked and his eyebrows are pinched. He fills his cheeks with hair and blows it out before you kiss his bitten lips.

Though his vision is blurred, he makes eye contact with you. You candle his face in one hand and pause your stroking with the other, though you keep it on him. “Eddie, I want you to cum. It’s the point - I want you to”. Again, he shakily nods and licks his lips. 

You confidently return your hand and jack him off now, he's looking from the ceiling, to your bouncing tits, to your hand sliding down him as he tries to delay his orgasm. But, it's futile. With pathetic “ugh ugh ughs” he's cumming all over your hand and wrist. He's lost in the aftershocks of his orgasm and you kiss him again. His head is fully relaxed and he uses all his strength to kiss you back. You gently release his softening cock and you blush look at his release, splashed all over your hand. Eddie looses his mind and you lick his cum off your hand. Fuck - he could get hard at that alone.

You're back to kissing now, you cradle his face, snaking your fingers over the expanse of his flushed body. You tell him to lift his hips and you place his boxers back on his hips, (unfortunately) hiding his ruddy cock from you, again.

 He looks at you with big, wet eyes, you notice the tears glossing just under his bottom lashes, “baby, want me to do you now? Gimme five minutes and I’ve got you - I swear”. You kiss him again, grateful that your boyfriend cares so much about your own pleasure.

 You just set your sticky palm on his haunting chest tattoo and promise him, “next time, cowboy, I want you to - but tonight, just enjoy this” you cartoonishly wink at him and he nods dutifully. He’s tired and fucked out as you both snuggle under a well-loved quilt. Both excited for what next time may bring.

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Splash

Hi! Okay, so, this is my first time ever writing smut - please feel free to leave me constructive criticism, or requests! 

Paring: inexperienced!Eddie Munson x inexperienced!f!Reader, established relationship

Tags/warnings: 18+ Mature, Minors do not interact, 1980s, ST4!AU,  smut, first handjobs, tit sucking and groping, grinding, kiss, graphic description of sexual acts, bad writing, misuse of italics, author is a virgin  😅😮‍💨

[4.5k words]

Author's Note: First ever smut! This fic is placed in an AU where the events of ST4 haven't happened, a lot of the “accurate lore” about his character is from the Flight of Icarus book, and while i'm still debating if I consider it cannon - I did use it for some some period-accurate stories and interests :)

When Eddie came to visit you during your shift at Family Video, you pushed a VHS of Splash into his chest.

“We have to watch this tonight, it’s my guilty pleasure movie and I need you to see it” you inform him as he inspects the tape that was just jutted into his chest.

He agrees without any argument. It’s not the kind of movie he’d pick out to watch for himself, normally opting towards Star Wars or Fire Escape from New York, but he’s not against rom-coms. He likes Tom Hanks enough, and thinks that mermaids are cool. But, really, he would watch anything for you.

You’re both so new into your relationship that you’re still figuring things out about each other. You're glad to learn that he’s modern in a way, for not condemning things for being “chick flicks” or whatever, at least for a small midwestern town like Hawkins.

The real reason you picked Splash isn’t actually because you’re dying to have your new boyfriend watch it, it's really because the familiarity of the film will hopefully provide a crutch in calming your nerves as you try and make a move on your guy tonight. Deep down, you know he won’t reject your advances. He really likes you and finds you hot, too. Both times when you’ve been left alone you’ve acted predictably. Jumping onto each other and making out.

The first time you made out with Eddie was the second time you kissed him. He was dropping you off at your house after a very successful first date. He kills the ignition to his van and his cassette stops playing. He turns to look at you, “I really had fun” he stammers, “I was wondering, if you wanted to go out again sometime? And… maybe be my girlfriend?”

He’s nervous, blushing and unblinking as he confesses to you. He takes his arm and rubs the back of his neck with it. You reply shortly after, but to Eddie, with his heart out on the line, it seemed to take eons. “Yes!” you try not to sound too eager, but youre ecstatic, “Yes to both I mean, being your girlfriend and a second date…”

You both stare at each other with soft accomplished smiles before instinctually meeting in the middle as you lean over his middle console and start feverishly kissing. You're practically earned it after all the pining going between the two of you. Your hands are in his hair, cupping his head and pulling him closer to you by the collar of his shirt. He's holding your head with one boyish palm and gently pulling you closer by the waist with the other. 

Eventually, you get fed up with his center console keeping you separated and decide to be fearless. You clamber over it, barely disconnecting your lips as you do and fumble yourself into his lap. He seems very happy with your new position and wraps the hand around your waist even tighter, hugging you into him. You’re both switching the tilt of your heads constantly. You want to get at him from every angle possible. He eventually kisses your jowl, chin and jawline as he kisses down your neck. He mouths at your lats and leaves bruising love bites there. He's quick to move back to your mouth though, desperate to get a taste of all you. You feel him stiff in his pants the more you kiss him, you are very proud of yourself for being able to get him so worked up. He parts your lips to breathe and he tenderly cradles your face. 

You admire each other's spit-covered mouths before you run your tongue down his jawline and suckle a hickey onto the angle of his mandible. He moans at your tongue lathing over his skin and he swallows the drool out of his mouth. Once you've decided he’s got enough of a mark you kiss him more, slowly winding each other down. 

You eventually part for the final time. Before you separate, you leave one last sweet kiss on his cheek. You pry his left arm off you and angle it to see his watch. He lets you, he’s gone slack at the weight of you on his lap, feeling the pressure of you against his hard-on. You see you're 15 minutes past curfew. “Shit shit shit!” you panic, scanning the passenger seat to grab your bag.

“What?” he questions, scared he’d done something wrong and hurt you. You inform him “I’m fifteen past curfew, if i'm not home like now i'll be forbidden from ever seeing you again”. Eddie doesn’t want to leave you, but he wants to never see you again even less. You have one last soothing kiss before you clamber out of the driver's side door. You run up to your front door as fast as your legs will carry you and scramble through your bag for your keys. You shove them into the lock as you turn over your shoulder and sweetly wave at the boy who you just rocked the world of.

The second time you guys made out you started both laid out on your bed. A mixtape Robin gave you fills the silence as you lounge. You were sprawled out on your back, knees bent and arms folded over your ribs. He's on his back too, just next to you, and you’re both stealing glances at each other. Admiring the look of each other's side profiles. He’s telling you about how one time he found drugs in the principal's desk and used them to (for lack of a better word) blackmail him into supporting the hellfire club. 

You laugh and turn your head towards his smiling face. “No fucking way?!” you say, more shocked than in disbelief. He turns his body onto his side now and props his head up on his arm.

“I was pretty nervous, actually, I would have made a huge fool out of myself if it was just aspirin or something,” he confessed, “but I knew that bottle, and by the dumb look on his face I knew I'd caught him, too!”.

He mimics the dumb face the principal made which makes you laugh even harder. He chuckles too, proud of himself for making you laugh and he smiles as he admires your beautiful scrunched face. You both take a deep breath to recover from all your laughing. He moves a small face-framing strand of hair that has been tousled into covering your lips and decides that he should make a move.

You nervously stare at his dark eyes and he moves his head closer to yours; his eyes haven’t moved from your lips since he cleared them off. He’s giving you the chance to stop him if you don’t wanna kiss him. Given you allow him, it’ll be the third ever time you guys have kissed each other. You spare him the rest of the distance and bring your face up to meet his. You kiss once at first, soft and reassuring each other that you both want it. Knowing he has permission he gently pushes your face back into the bed with his lips as he kisses you again. He's got one arm, on the opposite side of you that he's laying on, supporting himself. He wants to be close to you but he’s scared of crushing you. His inner wrist is tightly pressed up against your waist where your shirt has risen up. You can actually feel his heartbeat through the delicate skin there, it’s beating quickly like a hummingbird and you're reassured that you’re not the only nervous one.

His other hand is nestled in the negative space between your neck and shoulder and he has a gentle fistful of your hair in it, your soft hair grounds him as he moves it though his fingers, careful not to pull on your scalp. Your kisses are getting hotter and you eventually slide the very tip of your tongue between his lips. He gratefully reciprocates with his own warm muscle and slides a good amount of it past your teeth. It's really nice, your tongues are swirling around each other and exploring the taste of eachothers mouths. You straighten your legs out on the bed and he takes it as a sign to adjust himself over you. He lets go of the handful of your hair and brackets his arm around your head. The hand that was previously supporting him is now placed under your shirt at the small of your waist. He gently squeezes you there, trying to get a feel for your soft skin and the musculature underneath while his thumb separates from the rest of his hand and is angled towards your belly button softly stroking the skin over your obliques. Your left leg is unintentionally pinned beneath his thighs, but your right one is free. You again bend it at the knee and use it to pull him closer. You both feel dreamy together, his hair has fallen around you and created a dark curtain around your faces, blocking out most of your room's light.

“You're a good kisser” he confesses in the chamber of his hair, intimately and softly he says it; he's never been vulnerable like this for a girl before.

“Thanks, you too” you respond awkwardly at his compliment. But his hazy mind only picks up on the fact that he's making you feel good.

You resume your depraved kissing and remove one of your hands from being perched on his broad shoulders to his waist. You too, take the time to massage and examine the flesh that is breached under your hand.

You continue on like that for a while before he decides to be really brave and slowly, gently, graze his denim-clad hard-on down the seam of your pants. He's in awe of how warm your core is and how good it feels to rub his most intimate parts against yours, you both amateurly moan at the friction he's created, relieving some of the boiling hot pressure between your respective legs. Your cheeks are warmed by your rapid blood flow, and the clutch between your legs feels liquid hot. You really feel the wetness in your panties as he cautiously drags his boner up the seam of your jeans for a second time. You're positive you've soaked through them but you don’t seem to care as you lift your hips to come meet the hard bulge in his jeans for a third time. You continue to gyrate your hips into each other. This novice bunny humping feels so good to you both and you continue to breathlessly whimper and moan into the protection of each other's mouths. 

Eddie’s fairly certain he's about 2 minutes from blowing his load into his boxers. He’s not complaining exactly, because, god, it feels good to dry hump onto you like this. But, he doesn’t want to disappoint you with his lack of stamina or unintentionally end the moment early. He dumbly tries to distract himself from the boiling throb between his legs by gently snaking his hand up your shirt (because feeling your tit will for sureeee hold him off. He’s just about to make anticipated contact with the very bottom of your bra before your bedroom door slams open.

It’s Hopper. Because of course it's him. The chief scrunches his face into his shoulder and turns quickly. Both you and Eddie are so embarrassed to be caught like that you both freeze and separate your mouths with a final suctioned click. Eddie (wrongly) assumes that you’d (ever) want him off you and presses up off of you. Both his arms are straight now and his cock is now hovering above where he was just grinding on you. You sit up, too, and stare scaredly at the intruder. You bend both of your legs at the knee now, and shield Eddie’s bulge from the man as Eddie works to pull your tshirt back down. Hopper's hand blindly reaches back towards your door handle and continuously misses.

He tells you both “AH JESUS- I DIDN’T SEE ANYTHING. I DIDN’T SEE ANYTHING” its silent for a second before he says smally “dinner’s ready if you guys can come down… you guys do realize you can't do that while other people are in the house, right? Jesus. I did not want to have this conversation today,” he corrects himself “ever, actually. Just be down it ten. And USE PROTECTION” he warns (mostly Eddie) before finally getting a handle on the door and slamming it.

Neither of you were able to correct him that “ugh no dude, were werent actually fucking FYI”... that it was just a depraved and needy makeout secession. Eddie and you both awkwardly laugh at each other and you both take a second to cool yourselves down. He slams his back on the bed and lays down. You can tell he's pleading to any higher power to just have his boner go softly into that goodnight. You decide your sweet man needs space and kick your legs off the edge of the bed. You both take regulating deep breaths for a few moments before sliding off the bed and creeping downstairs together. The entire gang seems to sense something off with you two as you are both especially quiet and sweaty while you eat.

But this time? This time is gonna be different. He’s invited you to his place after work, he made sure to tell you that you'll be both home alone till 3AM because his uncle is on the night shift. You will make sure there are no interruptions in your activities as you’re desperate to touch his cock. You’ve done your research, you want to make him feel good. You've snuck tapes from the ADULTS ONLY section of Family Video as you restocked, and done everything you can to prepare for this moment, watching the moves of the porn girls and they perform effortless hand jobs and you’re wearing cute undies. It seems entry level enough, jacking a guy off, but you really want to make this good for him.

Work seems to go by especially slowly today despite how busy it is, and 9PM seems like it will never come. It always seems like that when you're especially tired or looking forward to something. The second the “OPEN” sign is switched off, you're clocked out and running out the door. Telling your coworkers and closest friends, Steve and Robin, that you have to study for a killer test, thankfully, they seem to believe it. You’re driving fast to his trailer. But, the second you pull into Forest Hills your heart starts beating out of your chest and you feel less confident. Second guessing yourself, your body, your abilities, even how much Eddie even likes you. But, you're already pulling up to his plot before you're able to let the anxiety fully consume you. You take a deep breath, brace yourself and make your way to the front door.

He wantonly kisses you hello after opening the door and the warm light of the kitchen highlights his shape. For the first hour, it’s innocent, you two only giggle with each other and make popcorn. Finally situating yourselves on the couch by the time 10 rolls around. He shoves the VHS into the TV and thuds into the couch next to you. He snuggles his arm around you and you fawn into his chest and shovel the buttered popcorn into your mouth as the opening credits start. He eventually tells you he's liking the film so far, but you realize that you haven’t been paying attention and you're already twenty minutes in. Your mind wanders to if he has any plans for you later.

It's impressive, honestly, that you've both made it a whopping half-hour into the movie before your wants take over. From under his armpit you look up at him with your best bedroom eyes (if you practiced them in the mirror beforehand, is between you and god). You twist yourself up to face him, both of your knees touching the back couch cushions and your feet are pointed out. You lick your lips, but before you're able to lean in and kiss him, his mouth is already on yours. You immediately wrap wandering arms around each other and kiss feverishly. 

This time he's the first one to put his tongue into your mouth, it feels good, heavenly, even, to have him inside you like this. You can taste his recently brushed teeth and butter as it swirls around your mouth. You're both already whining by the time you straddle his lap. Your practically touching tonsils by the time he eventually uses his strength to twist you both on the couch and ease you onto your back. He’s laying above you once again, but this time there's nobody down the hall. Just him and you (and Splash). He leans down over you slowly and one again pushes his bulge against the cleft of your pussy. He goes again and you both moan as his unpracticed thrusts. 

He separates from you, barely an inch and asks you “can I take your shirt off? Please?”. You nod your head and grab the hemline of it. You ease it over your head, both tempting him expertly and delaying feeling so naked in front of him. It’s not like you don’t want him to see you naked, you want to see him naked, too. You're for the first time it’s pretty scary. He makes you feel safe, though. Held and warm, pushed into his worn couch. You throw your top onto his coffee table and allow him to take a look. He has to actively stop himself from drooling over your bra covered breasts. He’s just looking for a while, and you start to get nervous.

You interrupt his stare “is, um everything okay? Like I'm normal right?”. He looks up at you and nods.

He confesses “holy shit yeah this is actually awesome”. You warmly smile at the boyishly sweet comment and pry one of his hands off your waist. You place it on your breast and shyly nod, urging him on, telling him it's okay, I want you to touch me. He gently cups your tit and massages the flesh through the fabric of your bra. He moves his hand to the other one and gropes you there, too. More confident now that you grind yourself up into him as he touches you.

You push your chest up into him and tease “your turn”. He sits up and obediently slides his shirt off. You run your hand down the milky skin of his pec and toned stomach, you use your finger to trace the silhouettes of his chest tattoos. You glide your finger through his adonis belt before running your hand back over his soft and taught flesh. “Im likin’ what im seein’” you good-heartedly joke. He blows air out his nose and crashes back down onto you. You contine grinding and tongue-fucking eachothers mouthes, taking the time to feel your naked abdomens rub, before you breathlessly tell him to take off his pants.

What follows is a frenzy of stripping, both of you standing up from the couch and wrestling with belts, button flies and socks until you're both scantily clad in nothing but your underwear. You both finish undressing simultaneously and turn towards each other. You feel comfortable with Eddie, but definitely very exposed, you assume he feels the same way too. You each scan each other's bodies. You eye the prominent tent in the front of his blue gingham boxers and defined line of hair that leads from his belly button to under his waistband. You eventually get to his dark eyes, his pupils seem to be dilated, deep brown eyes turned near black with want. You see him scanning your body, too. Taking his time before complimenting you. “Baby, wow. Your body is perfect like, idk, like a pornstar. But better, even”. You blush and return the favor. Your horniness goes straight to your head and you cut to the chase. “You’re sexy, Eddie.” Your bluntness could actually be comical if you guys weren’t so thirsty for each other.

He pounces on you, again stroking his hands over your exposed skin, groping your ass and unconsciously pushing his hard cock into your stomach. He lays you back down on the couch and you kiss for a while. Both of you easing into the idea of how bare you each were. Eventually he rises above you again. He asks “can I?” and plucks at your bra strap. You tell him yes and he pulls both straps down your arms in tandem. Revealing your perked nipples to him. “... You’re beautiful, thank you” he says. You can't help but softly giggle at him for thanking you for letting him pull your tits out. But when he goes back to kneading your mounds of flesh between his hands you forget about anything funny. He's mouthing at your neck, collarbones and sternum before he lathes your tit in his mouth. Licking the revealed expanse of skin and sucking into the soft flesh, biting at your nipple. He provides the care to your other breast too, and uses his hand to grope at the one that is free from his suckling. “Feels good Eddie” you reassure him. He’s definitely liking this, too, pushing his throbbing cock into your thigh. And humping you like an animal. Eventually you work up enough courage and ask him for what you really want.

“Eddie?” you question, “can I uh- can I jack you off?”. His drooling mouth goes dry at that. God he wants you to, but he's never actually been touched like that before - he’s nervous but immediately responds. “God yes you can, you don’t even have to ask, baby”. You both sit up then, he tucks himself into the corner of the couch and welcomes you as you crawl over to him. Sitting with your knees jabbing into the side of his thigh. You confirm “you're sure you want me to, Eddie? It’s okay if you don’t want me to - I can stop”. “What no!” he assures you “I definitely want you to continue. I just ugh- i've never done this, " he gestures arm around his crotch and your naked body, “before, so i'm kinda nervous. I'm also totally gonna bust in like 30 seconds baby. I'm sorry but I just have to warn you-”. You kiss the nervous bumbles out of his mouth and fully unclip your own bra.

You admit to him “I’ve never done this either, so please tell me if you don't like it - or if I can do something better, okay?”. He nods again, though he thinks there's nothing you can do to him right now he wont like, and you meet him for a slow and warm kiss before you separate and get to work.

He admires your fully exposed tits as you slide your hand down his stomach. Your hands breach the elastic of his waistband and you two lock eyes once more, making sure you are both ready to commit. You peel the waistband from his hips and he lifts them from the couch. His boxers are just on his thighs now, fully revealing him to you. Your mouth is dry now, too, reveling in the look of him. From what you know, he's a little longer and thicker than average. You examine him in totality - the blushing dusky pink tip of his manhood leaking pre-cum and hairy patch at the base. He’s got some veins running down the sides of it that simply accentuate that fact that Eddies got a nice cock. Your eyes wander past the patch of his pubic hair and to his balls, they are unshockingly perfect, too.

“Eddie, it's big” you tell him, and he moans at that as his dick twitches with want.This is real, this is happening, you tell yourself as you kiss him once more for good luck before you get started.

You decide to go all in to start, wrapping your hand around the middle of his cock. You only grip him and he’s hissing and panting at the feeling of your hand. He’s already liking it, so you feel good enough to continue. Stroking your hand up and his entire abdomen flexes.

He nods and whines “feels good baby, feels really good”. You release him from your grip and swirl the palm of your hand around the head of his cock, collecting the precum that's been dripping out before you slide your hand down his entirety. He's clearly having a great time - hissing, and breathing deeply, moaning your name and lulling his head as you stroke him four more times solidly. You release him to spit on your own hand and he takes a deep breath, the separation of your pleasure how close you realize he is. “Baby, fuck-Y/N, im close, im close, im really close”. His cheeks are pinked and his eyebrows are pinched. He fills his cheeks with hair and blows it out before you kiss his bitten lips.

Though his vision is blurred, he makes eye contact with you. You candle his face in one hand and pause your stroking with the other, though you keep it on him. “Eddie, I want you to cum. It’s the point - I want you to”. Again, he shakily nods and licks his lips. 

You confidently return your hand and jack him off now, he's looking from the ceiling, to your bouncing tits, to your hand sliding down him as he tries to delay his orgasm. But, it's futile. With pathetic “ugh ugh ughs” he's cumming all over your hand and wrist. He's lost in the aftershocks of his orgasm and you kiss him again. His head is fully relaxed and he uses all his strength to kiss you back. You gently release his softening cock and you blush look at his release, splashed all over your hand. Eddie looses his mind and you lick his cum off your hand. Fuck - he could get hard at that alone.

You're back to kissing now, you cradle his face, snaking your fingers over the expanse of his flushed body. You tell him to lift his hips and you place his boxers back on his hips, (unfortunately) hiding his ruddy cock from you, again.

 He looks at you with big, wet eyes, you notice the tears glossing just under his bottom lashes, “baby, want me to do you now? Gimme five minutes and I’ve got you - I swear”. You kiss him again, grateful that your boyfriend cares so much about your own pleasure.

 You just set your sticky palm on his haunting chest tattoo and promise him, “next time, cowboy, I want you to - but tonight, just enjoy this” you cartoonishly wink at him and he nods dutifully. He’s tired and fucked out as you both snuggle under a well-loved quilt. Both excited for what next time may bring.

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Yess!! I love that idea i’ll add it to my WIPs!!

Boyfriend Eddie Head Cannons

Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Includes NSFW! 18+ MDNI

He will parallel park your car for you if you're uncomfortable with it (he can even do it on a hill 😏🤤)

Sometimes he gently hip checks you while walking

He would be so kind and  gentle with your pets when he comes to your house

He jumps when you slap his ass (but he lwk fw it)

His friends have so many photos of him doing dumb shit that they send you

Modern!Eddie looks so dumb on facetime, his phone is on his chest and he's mouth breathing, forcing a double chin and his screen keeps freezing even though his wifi is fine (he’s funny and cute abt tho dw)

He would hold toes with you

He applies lip balm like a dude, puckered butthole hips and full fisting the tube

His valentine day plans for you are: feed each other chocolates in bed, eat candy and whip cream off each others bodies and rail you six ways into Sunday (fic WIP)

Besides a quickie, when you're fully undressing for sex, he always removes his socks for the occasion. He wants to be fully bear for you and it just feels wrong to him. (he doesn’t care if you leave yours on though - it's more of a him thing).

He feels obligated to be the one that buys your guy’s condoms

He fake humps you when you're bent over