#eddie munso x reader

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

I know you've been getting a lot of male reader requests and I'm so sorry to add on to it-

Could I request a fic where Jason is bullying reader about being "Eddie's boy" or something like that and Eddie gets protective and possessive?

Maybe some smut with rough but loving Eddie? Eddie's absolutely wrecking the reader but still being the sweetheart that he is

Hi! I'll be happy to do my best.

I'm building off a continuation of this blurb, "Teach Me How to Love You" and combining it with another request:

Can you do an Eddie x Male Reader smut where the reader teases Eddie all day in school which makes him really horny. Then as soon as school ends Eddie quickly drags the reader to his trailer and things just go from there. (Sub/bottom reader btw). thank you!

The goal is to try and keep myself from burnout and honor the requests that come in at the same time. Thanks for understanding. Reader is 18.

Eddie Munson x Male Reader.

CW: 18+ Content (Smut--Handjobs and blowjobs specifically)

Feel free to look through my masterlist here!

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Perhaps it was also naive to think that wearing your tightest jeans was just a coincidence on the day that you and Jason had to present your scene. The entire time, while glancing between your piece of paper and the classroom, you stole glances to Eddie. When you two caught gazes, you'd smile and Eddie would send you a wink. But then his eyes would drop down to the front of your jeans and when you turned to the side, he'd tilt his head just a little to catch a side view of your ass.

At the end, after the class finishes their clapping, you lean a bit of your chair to Eddie's seat, sliding a note onto the corner of his desk. Ms. Barlowe is much too distracted by her praise to notice the pass.

You are being so obvious. Perhaps I should get you a bucket.

Eddie scoffs when he reads it, flipping you bird. You laugh, turning back into your seat to face the front as the next pair goes up to the front to talk about the scene they translated and perform it. But the entire time you're staring at pairs, you can feel Eddie's stare boring in the side of your head.

"My place?" Eddie asks at the end of the day, fingers tracing over your palm.

"I have to get my mom from work. I've got the only working car right now."

Eddie nods, understanding the necessity of your part. "Just call when you get back home, yeah? Wanna make sure you're safe."

"Absolutely." You kiss his cheek, aware of the setting though the parking lot is full, most people are too focused on themselves to quite notice. You don't want to push it though.

Eddie opens your car door and closes it once you're situated inside. You roll down the window, through which Eddie leans in. "Still coming to the show tomorrow?"

"I wouldn't dream of missing it. Not with my man performing."

Eddie grins, head lolling gently to the side. "Oh, say that again."

"In your dreams, Munson. But seriously, I gotta go."

"Yeah, yeah, drive safe," he states, stepping away from the car and letting you back out of the spot. Eddie watches until your headlights are just ghosts of themselves before he climbs into the van and starts towards Gareth for band practice. He'd offered his plan as interim and for post practice originally, hoping to get more than just a kiss on the cheek. And if Eddie had anything to do with it, he would.

You seem to make it your life's mission to find every possible piece of distracting clothing and to wear it for Eddie the entire week. When it's not the jeans, it's the tight muscle tee that you wear, Corroded Coffin's logo etched into the front of it with fabric paint, or the button up shirt that most definitely should've been button up more to hide away your chest, but none of the teachers stopped you, or the cologne that isn't one Eddie's noticed you wearing before but smells absolutely fucking delicious. When it's none of that, it's the rings you unearth from where in your closet. Rings were Eddie's thing. And that he didn't want to sharing things, but he takes notes of the way you purposefully talk with your hands more with the rings, like you want to bring attention to them.

And the entire week, because your mom's car is still down, Eddie can't have you. He can't sit you on his lap, can't tug and pull you to a release in his fist like he wants and while it's literally had him rubbing one out nearly every night in the shower, Eddie can be a patient man when he wants to be.

Because Friday night you are all his. Your mother's car is fixed and returned Thursday evening and though Eddie has Dungeons and Dragons to head, there's nothing else that can get in the way.

That is until Jason's pestering comes to a head. He'd been on your ass since you two got assigned as partners and managed to get cordial enough to actually ace the project. However, the days post the presentation, he'd found every reason to corner you.

Today, a rather dry and crisp morning, Jason finds you leaning against the hood of your car, arms folded over your chest as you wait for Eddie. "Oh, are you missing your master? Sitting here like a lost fucking puppet." A slur follows it and you really and truly only want to turn away from him.

He'd gone from bumping you in the hallways, to openly mocking you when you weren't with Eddie. The less you gave in, the harder he tried to get a reaction. Today wouldn't be any different for you.

"You deaf? You hear me talking to you?" Jason hollers. Spit flies off the end of his lip.

You say nothing, staring at him and the crew that's assembled. It would be four against one and if you managed to get a good hit on two of them, the other two would be on your ass in a heartbeat. You're no fool, even if you can feel the tick of your own jaw.

"I'm talking to you," Jason huffs. "Ain't anybody ever tell you it's rude not to talk when someone's talking to you."

"You're yelling. You're not talking."

"You're a fucking freak who's fucking a freak and it's vile," he spits.

"Did Chrissy not put out? Or is it your time of the month?" you return. You hate to bring her into this--Chrissy's always been nice to you. But you know it's going to crawl under Jason's skin and eat him alive. The two of them had been on the rocks. Everyone could see it.

And like a match only needs gasoline Jason rushes you, hands tightening around the collar of your t-shirt. "The fuck did you say to me?"

"I don't think I need to repeat myself," you laugh.

"Hey!"

The call interrupts Jason's wild gaze and when he looks over, he spots Eddie rushing over. Eddie shoves past Patrick, who truly is the meeker of the group. How Sinclair could ever want to get in with the likes of them is beyond Eddie and though it pissed him off, Sinclair and yet to miss a campaign session so Eddie would let it slide until it became a problem. And Sinclair's not a problem, not someone Eddie thinks could be easily poison but Jason was a toxic cloud and strong enough to take almost anyone under.

Jason's grip loosen around your shirt and you swat at his hands. He steps away as Eddie steps between your body and his. "What kind of problem do we have here?" Eddie asks.

Jason grins. "Looks like we've got a freak problem right now. What do you say boys?"

You push up from the hood of the car. It's four against two, still terrible odds, but Eddie's scrappy, you've seen it. And so are you. These are odds you are willing to take and for a fleeting moment, you think the heavens you wore rings today.

You don't know who threw the first punch. It could've been Josh, maybe it was Chance. All you know is that when the gym teachers get involved to break up the fight, your lip may be busted but Josh's eye has seen better day. You're pretty sure Chance as a broken nose. Jason face seems mostly untouched as if he used the other three to shield himself from most of the damage and Patrick's eye and lip are swollen.

You let Mr. Jenkins haul you away, arms going up in defense before you look to find Eddie, who's not even looking at Mr. Polinsky but looking at you. The brawl lands you and Eddie a week of in-school suspension. Two brave witness came to attest that Jason, Chance, Patrick, and Josh instigated the fight but you know the precious Hawkin's basketball team will only get a slap on the wrist in the end.

As you and Eddie leave the principal's office, you notice how thick the silence is between the two of you. You hadn't spoken a word to each other when Eddie came up to intervene and you couldn't really say much as you took fist to your faces and the occasional foot to your rib.

"A beautiful way to start the day, huh?" you tease, nudging at his elbow with your own.

"How long has Jason been antagonizing you?" Eddie ask instead, pulling you of the direction of the nurses office where the two of you were sent with directions to go immediately to the ISS room.

You shrug. "I wouldn't call it antagonizing as much as I would call Jason pathetic."

"He is pathetic. I hate that Sinclair's going to the dark side, but you were severely outnumbered there. How long as he been on your case?"

"A couple of days."

Eddie stares at you, big eyes pleading as you can see the bruises blossoming his face.

"A week," you sigh, casting your gaze down to the ground. "Ever since we presented in English, he's been up my ass."

Your heart drops when you catch sight of the frown on Eddie's face. He speaks before you can ask about it. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"It wasn't like he'd threaten to jump me until today," you defend.

"No, but, like, why didn't you tell me when it first started happening? I could've helped."

You laugh. "You helped today."

"I'm being serious." It leaves Eddie's throat in almost a growl and he's fingers wrap around your chin tip of his thumb gingerly grazing where your lip split.

You wince just a little at the touch. "There were so many other things I had to focus on. I just--I didn't think it was a big deal."

"And now you're handsome little face is bruised to all hell," Eddie sighs. He gets that other things were higher priority for you but damn it hurts worse to see you injured.

"I'm tough," you laugh.

"You are. You've always been, but goddamn, I don't want to have to be."

You watch his face, eyes flickering over the injuries you've noticeably sustained. "Don't look at me like that," you sigh. His eyes ooze with regret and a little bit of sadness. He doesn't look at you like you're fragile, but he he does look at you like the whole world might reside in the expanse of your being. "My heart won't be able to take it," you tease.

Eddie grins, it's short lived, his face no doubt sore too. "C'mon," he states gingerly, hands interlacing with yours and pulling you in the direction of the front doors.

"We have nurse passes and then ISS."

"The school can kiss my ass. No doubt she's not done patching up the airhead jocks."

You continue to trail behind Eddie, glancing every couple of seconds to see if the doors will open again. "They're going to go to the ISS room and we're not going to be there."

"I'll call up to the nurse's office. She'll get our work."

"Don't tell me you used the Munson boyish charm on Mrs. Yeates. Poor sweet Yeates subjected to your wilds is unfair. Her late husband's been dead longer than we've been alive."

Eddie snorts at your taunts. "She's one of the few people left at this school that gives a shit about me. She scratches my back, I scratch hers."

"That--but not like that that, you know?"

"Mrs. Yeates very occasionally buys, most of the time I help her out with stuff around the office or her house."

"The school nurse?" you whisper, finding your keys in your pocket. You're thankful now that they didn't fall out or get trashed in the fight. "Buys? From you?"

"She tips well too," Eddie laughs. "Meet me at my place. You can still see, right?"

You nod. "Yeah, but I should be asking you that?"

"If you see Hopper just floor it. The man loves a good speed chase."

You're not shocked that Eddie would know that. So you leave it be and settle yourself in the driver seat before following Eddie out of the parking school lot.

At his trailer, Eddie hoists you up onto the counter. And it's less he does it all himself, you help, but when he pats the side of the sink, hands running under the water, you slip up onto it and his hands hover to make sure you don't fall.

He's gentle as he dabs off the dried blood. His warning that the cleanser is going to sting comes from softly in his chest and you grip the edge of the counter to keep from jerking away too much at the sting. It's soothed by Eddie's hand along your thigh. "You did good," he praises, flipping through the content of the first aid kit.

He fishes out the ointment, finding q-tips to apply it. The cut on your cheek is cleansed and bandaged too before Eddie works on himself in his reflection. All the while you sit and watch. His eye doesn't look nearly as bad as Josh's but it still doesn't look great. You slip down as Eddie moves to get his cuts bandaged up to find the frozen peas you know are still probably haunting the freezer for these exact purposes. Your knuckles are in great shape, but they'll be okay.

You return to the bathroom to hand the bag over to Eddie. "For your eye," you tell him.

Eddie laughs. "I can't exactly suck you off and hold a bag of peas to my face at the same time."

The brashness catches you off guard, your mouth hanging open like a fish for a moment. "What-what are you talking about?"

Eddie hooks a finger into the collar of your shirt bringing your chest firmly against his. "You have been a goddamn tease this entire week. New cologne."

"It's actually old. I only wear it fancy occasions." That isn't a lie, but it's not fully true either.

"Tight jeans."

"I-I hadn't done laundry yet." Absolutely that one is a lie, but those jeans are usually reserved for the bottom of the barrel for that specific reason. It does help that you had a feeling the outline of your bulge would set Eddie off.

"A button up that wasn't even worthy of the title of shirt considering how many buttons you had undone."

"It gets hot in the school," you defend. And that is true. Once the heat is turned on in the school, it is on and it is boiling hot.

"Rings," Eddie continues to list off.

"Okay, that was on purpose." You'll concede that point but not the others as you enjoy the way Eddie walks you out of the bathroom, pausing to get the peas back into the freezer and then continuing back to his room.

"And that goddamn tight muscle t-shirt Tuesday night."

"The bar gets stuffy, Eds." Another piece of the truth tainted in a tiny bit of a lie. You wouldn't be oblivious to the fact that the muscle tee did show off your biceps and you would, and did, use that to your advantage.

Eddie brings you, not by dragging but by stalking so you walk backwards throughout the trailer to his bedroom, kicking the door close with his foot. "Over my dead body," Eddie laughs. He closes in, like he wants to kiss you but he knows it's going to cause too much pain.

"On the bed. Now."

You debate only for a moment what you're going to do but then turn and walk to the edge of his bed before you sit. The last thing you're going to do is deny him or yourself the pleasure of this experience. Though you weren't sure how far it would or could go given your injuries, you'd take the risk of pushing the envelope.

Eddie crouches down into your space, nose gently bumping over yours. "You had and go get punched, which means in order to spare your pain I can't kiss you properly."

"I didn't ask for it," you retort, intent on keeping the story line straight. Jason had started it but you'd finish it.

"I know. I just need to know though. What will you ask for?" The question is paired with Eddie's hands tugging your shirt up and out of your tucked in jeans.

"You." It's one word that falls from your chest in a whisper but it carries with it everything.

Eddie makes quick work of your t-shirt, discarding it haphazardly to the floor. His fingers skate down your chest, teasing your nipple and you hitch up, a groan knocking at your chest at the sensation. You can feel a throbbing--now the dull ache of your sore face and hard cock mingling together as Eddie disrobes you. His touch is gentle and sure, but his pace is quick. He is tender but he is not wasting time.

You reach out for his bicep as you pushes you back further up on the bed, dull fingernails digging into the flesh and muscle. Eddie laughs at the way you moan out his name. It sounds like music, but Eddie finds glee in the way you melt for him.

"I would apologize for how hasty this is, but I think you're too blissed out to even care," Eddie whispers into the skin of your neck.

"I-" you swallow down part of the moan that works up your throat at the suckle of Eddie's plumps lips. "Fuck, I really don't care."

"Figured as much," Eddie laughs. He kisses down your chest, working your jeans and boxers down too. The sight of you, hard and leaking onto your own stomach makes Eddie's mouth salivate and his own cock to twitch in his pants. "Fuck," he whispers before taking you into his mouth.

You throw your head back, and the throbbing that he'd pushed aside for the moment comes rushing back again so you angle your head down again and huff as the work of Eddie's tongue over you. His free hand keeps tight on your pelvis, pressing you down into the mattress as everything in you wants to rut up into the warmth of his mouth. his spongy tongue runs along the underside of your cock and it makes you see stars.

It's lewd--the sounds Eddie ms making but you don't care as you join in, your groans bursting from your chest. You're not going to last long, not with the way Eddie's tongue and hand are working over you.

You teeter right on the edge before Eddie pulls away firmly. "You fucker," you huff, the last tense edge of your impending orgasm floating away.

"I want to watch you when you cum," he states. It's even and measured no hesitation or uncertainty.

Eddie spits into his hand before grasping you again and he watches, every twitch of your face, every time your jaw goes slack--Eddie watches it all and the blinding edge comes back. You can feel it in your toes.

"Shit." It's all you can muster and his name falls broken just behind it.

"That's it," Eddie encourages. "That's what I want," he smiles, when the first hot spurt hits his hand. "Give me all you've got."

His hand keeps an steady stroke over you and you don't have any air to tell Eddie you can't come anymore, that you have given everything and then he lets go and you think you've plummeted back into the stratosphere all the way down back to Eddie's bed.

The frame creaks and then something warm and soft is against you. You realize now, probably a cloth to clean up the mess you've made. It's not until Eddie returns to the bed, how he brings your naked chest up into his chest--now stripped over the t-shirt he'd put on this morning--that you start to regather your thoughts again.

"Give me five and you're next," you mutter into his chest.

"I'll give you ten so I can ice my eye."

"Sounds perfect."

[steddiemode]

[xleeleeboox]

@xleeleeboox can I order the 18+ eddie "devil in bed" munson special with a side of smut....

And send me some holy water too

i just finished babydoll go check it out, i took the liberty of using "Devil in Bed" as a title i hope you don't mind, and here is your holy water to go along with it 😌💦

[darlingsfandom]

Reader and Eddie fuck but she always holds her noises. Because she’s embarrassed she sounds like a high pitched anime girl🤭

Okay but I relate to this!! More scared that I sound gross or dumb moaning but anyway ...

"That's a good girl!" Eddie had your knees up by your face as he was busy pounding into your tight cunt. "Taking me so well!" He praised you heavily as you gave him the most innocent eyes he swears he's ever seen. You chewed on your bottom lip to the point it was raw as Eddie pushed deeper into you

"Baby , do you need me to stop?" His thrusts we're slowing down as he furrowed his eyebrows.

"No no!!I like it!" You cupped his face in your hands and pulled him in for a sloppy kiss where you licked his lips and pulled his bottom lip with your teeth.

"You're not making any noise though." He pulled all the way out of you making you whimper and his ears perked up. "Are you scared to make noise?" You looked away before he took you by surprise by shoving his cock back into you which made you yelp.

"Eddie!" You whined while blushing hard.

"Baby, please! Make noises! You sound cute!" He stroked your cheek gently as his thrusts were soft and gentle.

"You honestly like my moans and whimpers? I don't sound like a cartoon?" Eddie laughed until he realized you were serious.

"Baby you sound amazing!" He held your hips up to angle himself deeper so he could hit the spot you like which in turn made you let out the sweetest moan he's ever heard.

[fuckmymunson]

𝐂𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 - 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

♡ CW: brat tamer!Eddie, afab!reader, mean!Eddie ♡, masturbation, degradation, just smut, I don't even try to hide it any longer, I'm fucking horny on main. 18+.

♡ a/n: Horny on main, horny on main, I need Eddie to rearrange my guts with his big cock. I know it's not great but it's me being horny.

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The sound of the switch inside Eddie’s head was loud and clear. You could see the gears steaming and running inside his head, and the way he glares at you as if you were nothing more than something to entertain him crashes a wave of nerves all over you. 

And as you see the bright bulb sparkling above his dark curls, his serious mask melts into a mischievous grin.

Bingo.

“Sweetheart.” He starts, sitting at the edge of your queen size bed. “I'm getting sick of this bratty attitude of yours.” He places a hand on your naked knee, smiling softly.

That smile is a bad omen, a prelude to what's about to happen, and all of the conclusions running through your head are anything but positive. There is a sense of pain, strictness, and unfairness to them. 

He hooks a ring finger at the waistband of your panties, tugging the nude lace down unceremoniously. 

“You were a damn tease, all day. You wore that minuscule skirt, swaying your hips, pouting those pretty lips at me, and don't even think I didn't notice how you deepthroated that rocket pop”. As Eddie continues listing your felonies, his middle finger finds your clit, circling it very slowly, barely applying any pressure. “You really think you would get away with all of those slutty crimes, uh sweetheart?”

The lack of reply makes him scoff, Eddie rolls his eyes, pretending to be annoyed, as he delivers a tiny slap at your exposed cunt. 

“Answer me, or else…” He lets the words linger in the air, leaving the consequences.

“I—” Your words melt into a pathetic whimper when he slaps your pussy again. “Yes! Sorry, I'm sorry, sorry!”

“I’m sorry!” He mocks you with another slap. “You know the rules, princess.”

He places his hands on your thighs, squeezing them gently and spreading your legs even further. 

“Do you remember your safeword, princess?” 

“Yes.”

Slap!

“Excuse me?”

“Yes, daddy! I'm sorry!”

“Good girl.” Eddie coos at you, pouting his lips. “Say it f’me, princess.”

“Cupid.”

“Good girl.” He repeats as he uses his fingers in a «V» shape, spreading your pretty cunt. “This is what’s gonna happen, darling— You will finger this gorgeous pussy, while I watch you. If I say stop, you stop. If I say faster, you go faster. I don't care what you want or need. This is for my sordid pleasure, not yours. You don't deserve it, for being an insufferable brat.” 

You whine when he removes his hand from between your legs. Eddie removes his boots, parsimoniously, he takes an insane amount of time to untie his yellow shoelaces.

“What are you waiting for?” He says, harshly. “Are you that dumb? I gave you instructions, do you think I have all night?”

With a weak nod, you bite your lip as your soft fingers circle your clit. It feels like an eternity has passed when Eddie finally takes a proper seat at the other side of your bed, watching your movements. He cups his chin with the palm of his hand, feeling his aching cock inside his jeans. 

Eddie loved to dominate every aspect of your sex life, from your movements to your volume. The way you were so willing to give him every ounce of trust made his heart flutter inside his tattooed chest. 

“Faster, slut. If this is your definition of a show, it's a pretty boring one.” 

Following his snarky commands, you rub your clit faster, faster, until your hips buckle with a tiny mewl from your lips. 

“Good, so fucking good.” He whispers, biting his lip. “Go on, slide a finger inside that pretty pussy.” 

You gasp when a ringed hand grabs your jaw, hard and demanding. His grip is bruising, and the way he digs his fingertips into your cheeks sends a wave of pleasure straight to your core. 

“Fucking do it, bitch.” He growls against your lips. His hand releases your flustered cheeks only to slap them, making you moan in the process. 

Two fingers dive in, and even though they are far slim and smaller than Eddie’s, the relief and friction are very much welcomed. The pace is quick, you curl your digits pressing the spongy spot above your warm walls, moaning his name.

“Stop.” He says. “I said stop!” He almost yells, wrapping his hand around your wrist and withdrawing your fingers from your pussy. Your hips rock forward, begging for that release. “Nuh-uh. Fucking do as told, or you won't cum for a week.” 

“Sorry! S—Sorry!” You cry, pouting. “I'm so sorry Daddy.”

“Sure.” He replied sarcastically, still holding your wrist and bringing it up his mouth. Eddie’s tongue cleans your fingers, as he hums pleased at your taste. “So sweet, if you were a good girl I would be eating the fuck out of you.”

“But I am a good girl!” You squeal, which earns you a sharp slap. Your cheek stings and you take a mental note to definitely do that again. 

“I didn't ask for your fucking opinion, didn't I?”

You shake your head, panting. He instructs you to continue, not before giving you a hungry, messy kiss, all teeth and tongue. When your fingers return to where you want them the most, the soft moan that escapes your plump lips draws a moan from his part. Eddie is trying so hard to remain calm, but you are making it so damn hard, and speaking of hard things…

Needy eyes fixate on his ringed hands, fumbling with his belt and the chains attached to it, the metalhead look truly came with a cost. 

“Add another one.” His voice is barely a whisper, hot and bothered. 

“Uh?” You murmur with lidded eyes, hardly understanding what he was saying. Your heartbeat pounded loudly against your eardrums. 

He can’t take it any longer. The hazy look in your eyes, the tiny line of drool that runs down the corner of your lips, how your chest rises and how your hips thrust against your hand. He loves how needy you could get. But, this was a punishment after all.

“Add another finger.” He repeats, tugging his boxers with his thumb. His hard cock slaps against his stomach, smearing a bit of the precum all over himself. This time you hear him, sliding another digit inside you. The sound of him spitting into his palm, coating his cock with saliva, whines through your ears. The soaking clench of your pussy is music to his ears. Eddie hisses in relief as a large hand wraps around his dick. “Faster.” You do as told, moaning loudly. He fucks his fist, matching your pace, grunting your name and huffing.

“Fuck.” You cry. “Eddie, Eddie, p—please.” The palm of your hand rubs your clit as your fingers drill in and out your puffy cunt, it becomes too much, you want to cum, you need to cum. But you would never do it without permission. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Hold it.”

“I c—can’t”

“Fucking hold it.” With his free hand, he chokes you, forcing your head back, making you bounce gently on your pillows. “Fucking slut. You don’t deserve to cum.”

He continues degrading you, calling you a needy, pathetic thing. He forces your mouth open, spitting directly on your tongue, tapping your cheek in a silent command. A pleased hum erupts from his side as you swallow. If he had to describe you in one word, it would definitely be perfect. You are everything he ever wanted, you are beautiful, smart, and fucking hot… especially when you looked at him with those big, doe eyes, begging to cum, begging for any type of release, anything.

In fact, that is exactly how you were looking at him at the moment. 

“Please, please.” The high-pitched tone makes his cock twitch. Eddie knew, that the moment you were begging, shaking, rambling, was when you were far gone, far away from sanity. “Please Daddy I—I promise I’ll be— fuck!” Holding the world-shattering orgasms that pushes your body to the edge is a superhuman task, he knows you are painfully close. He knows how badly you want to cum.

“Faster.”

“No, no, please.” 

He laughs. He has the nerve to laugh. His mocking chuckles echo through your ears, the humiliation is heavy, but it’s also lustful. He mocks your voice, as he continues to jack off. “Look at you, just like a bitch in heat. Cum, cum for me, princess.”

And oh fuck you do. 

Your whole body tenses, closing your eyes, you whine his name in a vicious prayer. Eddie sighs happily at the breathtaking sight. Your weak body collapses in your soft duvet, yelping in discomfort when he slides a finger across your oversensitive folds. 

“You think this is over?” He asks, leaning down, pressing his tongue flat against your pussy, pretending to «clean» you. His tongue circles your puffy, swollen clit, forcing your legs open. “When I’m done with you, all you will be able to do will be scream my name.” 

It was a promise. 

“Until your whole indulged neighbourhood knows I’m the one who’s making you cum over and over.”

“Until you can’t close your legs.”

“Until you are completely, and utterly mine.”

Sorry for any mistakes! English is not my first language. I appreciate any feedback!˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

[pollenallergie]

roommate!eddie who offers to do your laundry as a secret ploy to steal your panties

[geminigengar]

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eddie munson x addams!reader

short snippit of one of my WIPs

warnings: none

it was your first day at hawkins high. stalking the corridors to your locker, you felt countless eyes on you analysing you like scientists waiting for a chemical reaction. your peers parted as you trekked through the halls, hastily moving as if you were contagious. even the passing teachers seemed nervous to approach you.

needless to say you were underwhelmed.

you were used to the stares certainly, as they were guaranteed to accompany an addams wherever they went. you were disappointed though, since you had heard some horror stories of the supernatural and odd occurrences that were rumored to have taken place in the small indiana town. so far it seemed to be just that- rumors. rumors made up to scare kids into behaving or they'd taking away by the big, bad boogie man. and judging from the stares, you were those scary stores manifest.

as you opened your locker, resigning to another mundane year of boring people you would never understand or care about, you collected your necessities for your next class: textbook, notebook, pens, fire ants, highlighters. the necessities.

you were about to close your locker when you spotted him behind you in your locker mirror left behind by the last occupant.

the first thing that caught your eyes was a head of dark curly hair before you noticed the smile underneath his bangs. his laugh as he spoke to his friends reached your ears as you bit your lip. the laugh was insanely loud, high pitched, and utterly obnoxious. you loved it.

you closed your locker before he caught you starring. by the time your sorted out your bookbag and turned around he was gone; much to your disappointment.

walking into your first class only to see him in front of the only open seat in the room brought a smile to your lips. you mentally sent a quick thank you to grandmama, who'd told you she would make sure the ancestors would make this your year. it certainly was starting out to be.

the boy turned around as you took your seat, openly gawking at you and you couldn't help but smirk at his reaction to you. you raised an eyebrow and he quickly looked away and cleared his throat.

your teacher started speaking before the boy had a chance to explain himself. the man announced your arrival to the class- a new student who'd just transferred from new jersey. he motioned for you to join him at the front of the classroom to introduce yourself, which you had no intention of doing. "no thank you."

"i'm sorry?"

you looked back up at your teacher from the book you had brought to class, 'a clutch of vampires.' a gift from your mother as a reward for your grades from the previous year.

"i said 'no.' thank you though." you didn't notice the stares of your classmates or the slack jawed surprise written on your teacher - mr caldwell's face. you did however feel the gaze of the boy in front of you, looking back into his dark eyes only to be met with a mischievous, downright devious grin that gave you butterflies.

[final-girl96]

STOLEN HEARTS CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

I didn't go to the concert the next night, or any of the interviews Eddie had through the day. He didn't come stumbling into the room until five in the morning when he needed to be ready at eight for an interview. When he came into the room he crashed on the bed and when he tried to pull me into him I scooted away. While he was in his interviews hungover, I was out shopping. A little retail therapy always helped, except for this time.

Jay followed me, holding my bags as we walked along the shops in Miami. Was it about four hours away? Sure. But I needed to be away from all of Eddie's fans who had migrated to Daytona Beach for the concert or to just get the chance to see him put on the street. It was easier for me to hide when I wasn't with Eddie or my Dad. Jay and I even went to the airport to pick Anna up and then went out to dinner. I told Anna everything that had happened on the way back to the hotel. By that time Eddie was on stage. When we got back there was a note on the nightstand from Eddie.

Babe,

I don't know where you are, but I hope you make it to the concert tonight. I'm sorry for what I said last night. I don't want anyone else but you. You've been by myself since day one. You're the reason I made it as far as I did. I was a fucking dick, I'm sorry. I love you so damn much and I promise I'll change. The drink and partying will stop, I swear, just please be there tonight.

I love you,

Eddie xoxo

I didn't go to the concert, I waited for it to be over then went to meet him backstage. In no way was I going to forgive him so easily, we would need to talk about it, and he would need to start proving himself. I had a speech all worked out in my head. Security let me backstage just as Eddie finished his encore for the night. The guys were right behind him talking about the girls they wanted to bring backstage. "Hey, Eddie, what do you say? Party tonight all the way into the morning? Start in the green room and move to the club then back to the hotel."

Eddie didn't seem to be listening to them until Gareth nudged him. Eddie looked over at him and Gareth pointed over to where I was standing. Eddie looked up and I could see the tension leaving his shoulders. His big brown eyes looked at me in a way I haven't seen in quite a while. Full of adoration and love. He rushed over to me, wrapping me in his arms, and tried to kiss me but I turned my head so he kissed my cheek. "That's fair. I'm glad you came. I am so fucking sorry, sweetheart."

"I do not want to talk about this here and believe me, we have a lot to fucking talk about, Edward Munson." He flinched at me using his full name but nodded his head. "I know we do. I'm just glad you're here. I was worried you went home when I got back from my last interview and you were gone. But then I saw your bags were still there. Where'd you go?" Before I could say anything Jeff came over and clapped Eddie on the shoulder. "You comin', man? Oh, hey, yn." I didn't greet him, just stared at Eddie.

I prepared myself for Eddie to tell him he would be there in a minute and go out to do what he always does. I pulled away from him, putting distance between us, but he grabbed my hand, lacing our fingers together. "Nah, man, not tonight. I have a lot to make up for and make things right with my girl. You guys go ahead and have fun." Jeff nodded in understanding and joined the rest of the band and the girls they brought backstage. Eddie looked at me with a small smile. I pulled my hand out of his and walked away.

The security guard at the back entrance nodded at us and opened the door. Jay was right there waiting to take me to the car. Of course fans gravitated to the back of the building hoping to meet Eddie and the band. Lights started flashing and I blocked my eyes with my hand. Jay was right beside me, hiding me as best he could from the crowd.

"Bitch! You don't deserve him!" Came from somewhere in that crowd of fans and paparazzi. "Hey! I will not tolerate anyone being nasty to my girlfriend!" I turned around to look at Eddie, who had come to a dead stop. "I wouldn't have ever gotten this far if it wasn't for her or her dad, Jax Haxley! If you don't like her then don't consider yourself one of my fans!" He walked forward, past me and Jay, and opened the car door. I got into the backseat and Eddie followed.

After Jay shut the door he went around to the driver side and got us out of there. While we were driving away I saw an unwanted familiar face in the crowd. A face I haven't seen in years. Now I knew who the voice belonged to. Eddie was famous now and she wanted to try and come swooping in and get between us. "Did you see her?" I asked. Eddie looked over at me in confusion. "See who, baby?" I shook my head, "No one. Never mind."

"Want to get something to eat?" I shook my head again, "No. Me, Jay, and Anna went to dinner," I said. "Oh, Anna's here? Is that where you went today?" He asked. I sighed and took a deep breath. "No, Eddie, I went to Miami and went shopping then we picked Anna up and went to dinner. When we got back to the hotel and I read your note, I debated whether or not to even show up. You really didn't see her?"

I was questioning a lot right now. What if she's the real reason he's always out partying and not coming back until the wee hours of the morning. I can't say I'm surprised that she's shown up. I knew she would eventually. "Sweetheart, who are you talking about?" He grabbed my chin and made me look at him. "Who did you see?" He asked. "Stacy, Eddie. I'm talking about Stacy."

[seidenbros]

God's a fucking nerd

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Warnings/Tags: fluff, a little angst, asshole ex boyfriend, sexual tension, Steve and Eddie are kinda friends (let me know if I missed sth)

Word count: 7124

Summary: You moved to Hawkins half a year ago, tried your best to fit in, but didn't really succeed. At least, you became friends with Nancy Wheeler, because your brother went to school together, and were both part of the Hellfire Club. A Club that catered to your interest in D&D, but you'd stopped playing even before you'd moved here. All due to your asshole ex-boyfriend. In addition, it wasn't exactly easy for you to walk up to the Club, when your heart beat faster every time your eyes fell upon Eddie Munson. Nancy and Steve take it upon them to get you two to finally talk, even though it means convincing you to go to a party that you both don't really want to go to, because you feel completely out of place.

A/N: This fic was inspired by Drinking Song for the Socially Anxious by The Amazing Devil, because I think it fits Eddie so well.

It's also on AO3 | Requests are open | Stranger Things Masterlist

Part 2: I'll Speak with My Eyes (contains smut)

Ever since moving to Hawkins, you’d tried to fit in somehow, tried to make friends, but it hadn’t been easy. On the one hand, you missed your friends, on the other, you’d needed that change of scenery after your supposed boyfriend had told you that he’d actually never wanted to be with you, that it had just been convenient, no real feelings involved. He’d had his fun with you, had used you, but never loved you. You’d been devastated, because you’d thought that you were happy, had given him all of you, just to be treated like garbage.

Your father’s new job in Hawkins was a way to get out, a way to start over somewhere else and get that asshole out of your head, because with his behaviour, he’d managed to close your heart off. There could have been a better time for swapping schools than your last year, but there was nothing you could do about it. Not that you wanted to, because you could have stayed back with your aunt, your father had left that choice up to you, but you had to come with him, needed that new start around new people, especially after finding out that some of your so-called friends had known all about this.

The rest of them were the ones you missed, especially during the first couple of weeks. You kept mostly to yourself, nose in your books, trying not to gain anyone’s attention at first. At least, you’d befriended Nancy Wheeler after a couple of weeks in Hawkins. Your brothers had become friends, so you’d met her a couple of times, but when she had to wait for Mike who was still studying with your brother, you two got to talk - and hit it off right away. She was so sweet to you, helped you settle in more, feel at home finally, and all of a sudden, you didn’t feel so alone anymore. You still didn’t fit in with the others, but that wasn’t such a big problem for you anymore. As long as you had one friend you could talk to, everything was easier.

After half a year in Hawkins, Nancy talked you into going to a party with her. It would be good for you, meeting other people especially not at school for once. People that Nancy got along with, people she called friends. Reluctantly, you agreed. You’d never been someone who really enjoyed big parties. Your ex-boyfriend hat made you come along two or three times, but you’d never felt comfortable among these people. But for Nancy, you were willing to try.

You had to say, it was a lot of fun to get ready with her, and she even gave you one of her dresses.

“I look ridiculous,” you said, staring at your reflection. You couldn’t even remember the last time you’d worn a dress, especially a short flowy dress that hit you about mid-thigh. Normally, it would be too cold to wear something like this, but you weren’t going to spend a lot of time outside, and Nancy had also given you some tights. 

“Nonsense.” Nancy got behind you, looking your reflection in the eyes, a warm smile on your lips. “You look wonderful, y/n. Maybe not your usual attire, but I think it’s still… you. I wouldn’t have chosen that dress otherwise.”

That much was true, it was definitely something you would have chosen as well, when you looked at the pattern, and the colours that really accentuated your eyes.

“Nancy, I don’t know if this is the right thing for me.” You’d said that before, but you had to make her aware again. Big gatherings had never been your thing. Smaller groups were more than okay, when you were able to talk to the people there, but at a party, there was so much happening at once.

“We can leave whenever you want, alright? Just say the word, and we’ll get going.”

Her reassuring smile made you agree, but the nervousness was still evident. Especially when you were sitting in Nancy’s car, trying to untangle your headphones. Yes, you’d brought your walkman with you, because it was something that always reassured you, even if you didn’t listen to your favourite songs there, but just the possibility of going somewhere and putting your headphones on to drown out the noises from outside, to spend a moment in your own world, really calmed you down.

Nancy didn’t comment on it, because she knew that by now, knew that you needed that little gadget to kind of ground you. Of course, she hoped that you wouldn't need it, that you might even enjoy yourself, but just in case, it was good to have a way out. In addition, Nancy had come up with a plan as well, so that you would at least have one person to talk to.

~~~~~

“Eddie, you need to come to that party!” Steve had worked on Eddie together with Nancy, but it cost them a lot more time and work to convince him, because Nancy hadn’t wanted to tell him straight away.

“You really think I’m going to a party where everyone will look at me and think what’s the freak doing here?” Eddie raised a questioning eyebrow, leaning back against his trailer. Nancy and Steve had driven here to talk to him once more, after he’d shut them down the first time. Now, they knew for a fact that there was no Hellfire Club meeting or anything of the like, because Will was staying with your brother for the night to watch a couple of movies.

“Not everyone will think that,” Nancy protested immediately, crossing her arm over her chest.

“Well, you might not think that.” Eddie mimicked her stance, already knowing that he wouldn’t stand a chance against Nancy, that he would give in and go to that little party, because he’d never hear the end of it otherwise.

“Someone else as well.” Steve looked at Nancy to get her permission. The nod of her head was barely there, but Steve picked up on it. “There’s actually someone we’d like you to meet. She’s a little worried about going, but Nancy talked her into it. You know Y/L/N’s sister?”

Seeing that your brother had joined Hellfire Club, because Mike had dragged him along, Eddie most definitely knew him. And he knew you. Well, he didn’t know you, but he’d seen you around. Not just when you’d picked your brother, but he’d also seen you in class, had picked up on the little things you did, but he’d never really talked to you. There was this wall you’d built around you that he’d detected, that had held him back, but ever since he’d seen you with a couple of dice in your hands that looked eerily familiar to the ones your brother used when they played D&D, he’d been intrigued. So, of course Steve had his attention.

“Seen her around, yeah.” He tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, but Nancy could see that little sparkle in his eyes, the way his posture changed, because it was now getting interesting.

“And do you know that she used to play D&D back home?” Steve couldn’t hide the smug smile on his lips even if he wanted to. He knew that that would catch Eddie’s attention, and it certainly did.

“She did what?” So, it hadn’t been his imagination when he’d thought he’d seen dice in your hand. Maybe you’d given the same ones to your brother as well.

“Yes, but she stopped when she moved here, because she didn’t think she’d find anyone to play with. And then she just… tried to fit in with the rest.” Nancy shrugged her shoulders. She’d tried to talk you into playing again, that the Hellfire Club would probably give you a chance, because your brother could vouch for you. “She actually taught her brother everything he knows.”

“Okay, I’ll come to that party.” Not that he really wanted to be among all these other people, but it was his chance to get to know you. He could have talked to you any other day, but this was a good opportunity without it seeming weird. When you picked your brother up from their Club-meetings, you usually waited outside, using the time to get some reading done, and with your brother around, Eddie didn’t know whether he’d been able to really get to talk to you without him interfering. That kid had a mouth on him that could put some sailors to shame.

“Really?” Steve was more surprised than Nancy, but that surprise quickly turned into a smile.

“Yes, Harrington, really. As long as you don’t expect me to be nice to Jason and his cronies.”

“I don’t even think they’ll be there. There is some Basketball practice stuff happening I think.” She knew, because she’d made sure to know who would be there. Still, most of the people there thought that Eddie was a freak, but none of them were going to attack him or make a scene. In addition, these people weren’t the main reason why Nancy wanted him to go to the party.

“That makes this whole thing a little more appealing.” Eddie grinned at the two of them. Knowing that you would be there, that he was supposed to meet you, really meet you, was the only reason he needed to agree, but he wouldn’t tell them that. They would never let him live this down.

~~~~~

It was loud, there was a lot of alcohol, and you were still holding onto your first cup of wine, because you didn’t have a high tolerance when it came to alcohol. Wine was your best choice of the evening as of right now. The dress you were wearing was something you couldn’t afford, so you were extra careful not to spill anything on it. Nancy wouldn’t mind, you knew that, but you still tried to do your best.

For the first half hour, you clung to her side, not saying a word, just smiling at everyone, nodding along when they told their stories, but when the wine started having an effect on you, you managed to speak up, crack a joke here and there, and while everyone laughed, you still didn’t feel like you belonged. It wasn’t their fault, really, nobody was looking at you like you didn’t belong here, but that was only because you were keeping up appearances. If they knew just how much you loved fantasy books and music that was different from what they were listening to, they would think you were weird.

You saw him the minute he walked in, your eyes drawn to him like magnets.

Shit.

Eddie Munson was the last person you would have expected to be here, but as soon as you saw him, you felt your breath hitch, your body tingle with awareness. You liked him, and that was the whole problem. When you’d first seen him, you’d been intrigued, especially because of his attitude, the way he stood up to the people who called him a freak. In your eyes, he wasn’t a freak, even more so when you learned more about him. Everything your brother had told you about him had made you fall harder for Eddie. At first, it had just been a little crush, a simple interest in him, maybe because he was different, but by now, he’d appeared in your dreams more often than you would probably ever admit out loud. You always loved listening to your brother’s stories about the Hellfire Club, about the newest campaign Eddie had come up with. Your fingers always itched to start playing again, but you hadn’t been able to bring yourself to do it.

Your brother had told you how talented, how kind Eddie was, and that he was the best Dungeon Master he knew - right after you of course. His words had made you smile, but by now, you were sure that Eddie was indeed better, after you hadn’t played in over a year - because your boyfriend had made you give up on the game, since it wasn’t something girls did. You should have known right that moment, what an asshole he really was.

Your eyes met, and while you thought you could see his lips quirk up into a smile, a little voice inside you told you that he thought you were weird, just like a lot of other people probably. You raised your cup and emptied it with one big gulp as Eddie walked towards you and Nancy. You weren’t ready for this.

“I’ll get another drink, Nance,” you said to your friend and turned around without waiting for a response. But this time, you didn’t opt for the wine, you filled your cup with some punch, not sure what the hell was even in there, but the alcohol managed to calm your nerves a little bit.

“Looks like she saw me and ran,” Eddie deadpanned once he got to Nancy, eliciting a sigh from her.

“That’s got nothing to do with you. She’s been nervous to come here in the first place.”

“You sure?” Eddie felt a couple of stares on him but managed to ignore them. It wasn’t anything new for him.

“Yes. I know her. She just needs another drink.” Oh, Nancy knew better than that, because she’d found out just how much you liked Eddie, and after getting to know him better, she could tell that he was one of the good guys, someone who would treat you right. Because of your feelings for him, she hadn’t told you that he would be here, that Steve and her had talked him into coming to the party. Maybe she should have told you, though, seeing that you’d practically run away, overwhelmed with the situation.

“Maybe, I should get something to drink as well then.” He’d need it if he wanted to stay here longer. Not that he really intended to spend a lot of time here, because he’d rather spend his evening alone instead of being in the middle of all these people, but he would not leave until he’d talked to you. He couldn’t let this opportunity slide, now that he knew that you did have some things in common.

When Eddie came into the kitchen, your eyes met again, but he was quickly distracted by someone who started talking to him. You didn’t know who it was, but it gave you the opportunity to drown your cup of punch and move on - and not make it seem like you were running away from him. No, you were just… looking for Nancy again. Only that all of this felt too overwhelming all of a sudden. Too many people, everything was too loud, and the alcohol made you a little light headed. You needed to step outside for a moment, but for that, you needed your coat. You remembered where all the coats had been taken and opened the door to the room. Instead of looking for your coat, though, you just fell on top of the pile of coats, smiling to yourself. It was much quieter in here, and for a moment, you were able to think that you were somewhere else.

Eddie had been close behind, apologising to his friend, but he needed to check up on you, because as soon as he’d turned around, you were gone again. Luckily, he caught a glimpse of you when he rounded the corner and followed you. For a second, he felt a little creepy, but he really just wanted to check up on you, finally talk to you. When he entered the room you’d just gone into, he couldn’t hold back a smile when he saw you sprawled out on the bed.

“You’re lying on some coats,” he said, his smile growing a little bigger when he saw you sitting up, your hair a little tousled from lying down.

“I know.” You tried to smooth your hair down again, ignoring the way your pulse had picked up when you’d heard his voice. “It’s just sometimes nice to feel what it’s like to be in someone else’s coat.” You meant what you said, and it took the lightheartedness out of the conversation that had still been there a second ago. He knew what you meant, that it wasn’t easy to be yourself all of the time, that it would be easier to step into someone else’s shoes. Was that why you were trying to fit in with other people instead of following your true desires? That was at least what Nancy had hinted at.

Now that he was here, you needed fresh air more than before, so you got off the bed, but the alcohol in your blood made you lose your balance.

“Easy there, sweetheart,” Eddie said, putting his hand on your elbow to steady you. You felt the touch of his fingers all the way up your arm and through your whole body, making you acutely aware of how close you two were right now.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, looking up into his deep brown eyes that made you forget for a second what you’d wanted to do, but the rush of cold air that came in through the door because someone else had apparently arrived, made you remember. “Right,” you said more to yourself than him before taking a step to the side, wetting your lips with your tongue. “I need… some fresh air.”

“I’ll walk you out.” Eddie wouldn’t let you turn him down, because you’d stumbled once, you might do that again due to the alcohol. He didn’t want you to run into anyone who might take advantage of you.

You knew better than to turn him down, because you felt lightheaded. Too much alcohol in too little time, and you weren’t used to it.

“Thank you!”

“No problem.” His eyes remained on you while you reached for your coat and wrapped it around your shoulders. “Give me your hand.” The way you looked at him made him elaborate. “To steady you, give you something to hold onto until we’re outside.”

A small smile was playing on your lips. You would have given him your hand even without the clarification, but it was sweet that he had told you. When your fingers touched his, you felt the warmth of his body in stark contrast to the rings he wore on his fingers, but it felt good, grounded you just like your headphones usually did. You were able to concentrate on that touch while he manoeuvred the two of you out of the house. On his way he told Steve that he would take you home, because you weren’t feeling so well, so that they wouldn’t worry about you. You hadn’t said anything about going home, yet, but you certainly didn’t want to go back in once the cool night air hit your heated cheeks. It felt heavenly, but made your head spin for the first couple of seconds. Your grip tightened on Eddie’s hand which made him stop.

“You okay?” he asked, worry clouding his face as he looked down at you.

“Yeah, just… my head’s spinning a little.”

“You had too much to drink.” He wasn’t judging you, just stating the facts.

“I know… I wasn’t planning on it.” But then he’d appeared and your nerves had gotten the better of you.

“I’ll take you home, y/n.” Gently tugging on your hand, he got you to come along with him, never letting go of your hand. You didn’t speak up until you were settled in the passenger seat of his car taking a deep breath. Eddie knew where you lived, so he didn’t need to ask you for directions, but as soon as he started the engine, he felt your hand on his forearm, making him turn the engine off again and look at you.

“I can’t go home, not like this,” you said, slowly pulling your hand back. Your teeth dug into your lower lip for a moment, before you were able to voice your thoughts again. “I mean… my parents won’t kill me, but they’ll be disappointed, and they think that I’m spending the night at Nancy's.”

“We could just ride in the car for a bit, if you want?” He wouldn’t just take you home and shove you out of the car if you didn’t want to go there. “Or we could go to my place. My uncle is working anyway, so we’d be alone and we can talk.” A completely innocent suggestion, but it still held the possibility of more. Did you want that? Maybe, it was the alcohol that made you a little more adventurous, bolder, or maybe it was the cold that was creeping up your legs and the promise of a warm home.

“Your place… it’s not exactly warm here.”

“My place it is.” Eddie flashed you a smile that made your heart stutter.

For a few minutes you were riding in the car in silence, but Eddie didn’t do well with silence, so he spoke up.

“You know, you were the reason I came to this goddamn party in the first place?”

“What?” That certainly got your attention, because to you, it made absolutely no sense.

“Yeah, Wheeler and Harrington talked me into it.”

And they hadn’t said a single word to you! Oh, you’d have to talk to Nancy in the morning. She should have given you a heads-up, just so that you would have been prepared, but in the end it didn’t really matter, did it? After all, you were sitting with Eddie in his car, finally talking.

“You know, you could have talked to me away from that party as well, right?”

“Sure, sweetheart,” he said with another dazzling smile. “But I’m Eddie the Freak Munson and most people don’t want to be seen with me.” Yes, you’d heard about that, but you’d never thought about him that way. Before you could tell him that, though, he kept on talking. “But you play D&D, right? So I had to use that opportunity to get to talk to you”

“Oh…” was all you managed at first, fingers fumbling for the walkman inside your handbag so that you had something familiar to hold onto. But then you started smiling, beaming up at him even, because it was something you still held dear, even though you weren’t playing anymore.

“Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.” Eddie winked at you before he parked the car in front of his trailer. You knew where he lived because your brother had told you about it.

“But I’m not playing anymore.” And with that, the smile vanished from your lips. It was something Eddie would come back to later, but right now, he’d let the topic slide.

“Whatcha got there?” His eyes landed on your lap where your handbag was lying. The car was silent by now.

“Just… my walkman. Music calms me down, so just having this around is good for me.” It was a quiet confession, something only Nancy knew, but Eddie had a way of making you talk

“Care to share?” he asked, indicating the headphones you were holding, and you handed them to him.

When you pressed play, he leaned closer to you, held the headphones up between the two of you so that you could listen together. He was so close that you could smell the mixture of his cologne, cigarettes, weed and something else, you couldn’t really pinpoint, but right now, it made your head all fuzzy again.

Eddie listened intently as Don Henley’s Boys of Summer started playing. Your teeth dug into your bottom lip again, a little nervous about what he might think, since you knew what kind of music he listened to. Some of it was on your tape as well, but that came a lot later. When Van Halen’s Hot for Teacher followed right after that, you could see his lips turn up into a grin.

“See, I knew we’d have a couple of things in common, princess.”

His words made your cheeks turn pink, because he was the first one to actually get a real glimpse at what you were listening to, but you knew that you were in safe hands here. He put his hand on top of yours to press stop, but something else caught his attention.

“Your hands are freezing cold! Let’s get you inside.”

Eddie got out first and opened the passenger door for you with a grand gesture of his arms which made you chuckle.

“Thank you,” you said, immediately reaching for his hand again, surprising both of you. You could say that you were still a little wobbly on your feet, but that wasn’t true. Still, it was nice to hold his hand, get a little bit of reassurance as he led you inside the trailer and straight into his room. It wasn’t big, but it had everything they needed to live, and it was a place Eddie could really call his home. A place where he felt at home.

“Sorry for the mess.” He flitted around picking up a couple of things that he shoved into a drawer.

“Don’t worry. I’ve seen worse… and my room has looked worse as well.” You chuckled, letting your eyes scan the room. It was true, because when you’d been planning a campaign, everything had been scattered around your room, pieces of paper here, sticky notes there. Eddie’s room seemed tidy right now compared to what your room had looked like.

“Hard to believe.” He flashed you a smile, before he made room on his bed so that you could settle down there. “Go on, make yourself comfortable.” And you listened, kicked off your shoes before you crawled onto the bed and leaned your back against the pillows. Eddie couldn’t help the thoughts that crossed his mind when he saw you in his back, but he tried to shake them off. This was not the time to think about all the things he wanted to do to and with you in this bed.

“When I was planning a campaign, I had everything scattered around my room. My notes, books, just… everything. My Dad always complained that you weren’t able to see the floor anymore.” Your laugh echoed through the room, but when your eyes fell on Eddie, you stopped. “What?”

“Just… a second. I’ll get us something to drink, something to warm you up. But hold that thought!” Eddie quickly smiled at you, before he left for the kitchen.

He had to take a deep breath and process what you’d just said. You hadn’t only played D&D, you’d been a Dungeon Master back in your old city, something he never would have guessed, but it was so impressive that he couldn’t keep that goofy smile from his lips. You were kind, you took care of your brother, you had a good taste in music as far as he’d heard, and you were into D&D. The girl of his dreams was sitting on his bed right now, and it was hard to believe that this was really true. Yes he’d thought about you, had watched you in school, and the images of you had fueled his fantasies, so that it had been your face he’d seen when he’d taken off the edge in the middle of the night, but he’d never dreamed of ever getting close to you. But now you were here, and he felt himself falling harder the more he got to know about you. But the fact that you were into D&D, that you’d come up with your own campaigns made you infinitely more attractive.

It took a moment for him to get the tea for you ready, but he came back with a steaming hot mug and some water as well.

“Are you a little warmer now?” he asked, handing you the tea, before he sat down next to you.

“A little.” You wrapped your hands around the mug, warming your hands up immediately. Only your legs were still a little cold, which was not surprising due to your outfit. You should have just gone in your favourite pair of jeans.

Eddie got up again for a second only to fold the part of his blanket that he’d been sitting on over your legs, so that you were pretty much wrapped up like a burrito, which made you smile. It was incredibly sweet of him to take such good care of you.

“Why don’t you play anymore?” His question sounded so casual, and he genuinely wanted to know. You knew that he wouldn’t judge you, hell, he was playing himself, so you felt confident to talk to him about it.

“My ex kind of told me to stop.” You looked down at your hands, as if you could find some answers in the tea you were holding, but nothing happened. “Girls don’t play these kinds of games, he used to say, and back then I just wanted to make him happy, you know?” For a split second you looked at Eddie, but quickly avoided his gaze again. He didn’t say anything, simply listened to what you were telling him. “And then he told me that he’d led me on the whole time, that he didn’t love me, so…” A deep sigh left your lips before you put the mug to your lips and carefully drank a little bit of the liquid, careful not to burn your mouth. 

“So, you changed for someone who doesn’t even deserve the dirt beneath your shoes.” Eddie said it so matter-of-factly that you had to laugh at his words. Yeah, he was right, and by now, it didn’t hurt anymore. It was just sad that you’d wasted your time with such an idiot.

“Pretty much… yeah.”

“But why didn’t you pick it up again, when you moved here?” Eddie adjusted his position on the bed, head turned towards you, his arm touching yours. Just a gentle brush of skin, but it already made your whole body tingle again. Eddie seemed to have that effect on you all the time. Your pulse picked up again as well, and it wasn’t so easy to ignore that anymore.

“Back home, I had a couple of friends, but others looked at me weird, when they heard that I liked to play. I don’t make friends easily, so I thought it would be easier to just… try and fit in. And I didn’t think that I would find other people who play D&D in a small town like Hawkins.” And so you’d just put all of that aside, had tried to find your place in this town somehow. “When I heard my brother talk about your club, I was excited, but I didn’t think I would fit in with you guys as well.”

“You mean with the freaks?” he asked with a laugh, before he put his index finger beneath your chin to make you look up at him. “Believe me, you’re always welcome in our club. I know that you taught your brother and knowing that you have experience as Dungeon Master is something that comes in handy as well. You could help me come up with the next campaign.”

His touch sent electricity through your body again, settling deep in your middle, which made you press your thighs together. His fingers lingered a little longer, but then he raised his hand to push some loose strand of hair behind your ear. Your eyes landed on his lips, and more than anything you wanted to know what they felt like right now, what he tasted like.

“But for now…” He withdrew his hand and you nearly whined at the loss of body contact, even though it was just a small touch. Then again, it had felt so intimate, so good, that you wanted more of that. “You really need some sleep.”

“Oh,” was all you could manage. That meant that it was time to go home. Fair enough… you’d already stolen enough of his time. “Thank you for the tea… and everything else, Eddie.” He really didn’t have to do it, but he’d spent his time with you, had taken care of you.

When you pushed the blanket away and wanted to get up, he stopped you by grabbing your wrist.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, visibly confused. His grip on your wrist loosened a little bit, and he instead intertwined his fingers with you.

“Um… going home?” How you were supposed to do that, you didn’t know, because it was quite a bit to walk. Eddie seemed to have other plans, though.

“Listen, sweetheart…” Sweetheart… That sent shivers through your whole body again. He used these names so casually that you weren’t sure if they meant anything, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up. “You can stay here. I mean, your parents think you’re spending the night out of the house anyway. If you want, I’ll drive you home, but you can totally crash here and take my bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Are you really sure?”

“Of course I’m sure.” He gave you a reassuring smile while squeezing your hand. “I’ll set the couch up and you can get ready for bed.” Slowly, he got up and had to let go of your hand. Before he left you alone there, he reached into his closet and handed you a t-shirt - a Hellfire Club shirt. “It’s yours if you want it.” You knew that it meant becoming a member of the club, but for the first time since moving here, you felt comfortable in your own skin, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“I love it, thank you!” A silent agreement, which managed to make Eddie smile at you even wider.

“You should wear it tonight. Don’t think it’s comfortable to sleep in that dress.” he cocked his head to the side, looking you up and down. “Is that even comfortable at all?”

“Not really.” You couldn’t help but laugh. “But it looks cute for a party.”

“I think you look pretty cute in jeans and those loose shirts you wear.” They left a lot to the imagination, and he guessed that it was a way to hide from the outside world, but it still looked cute on you.

His words made you blush and you bit your bottom lip. This was such a strange situation after you’d spent half a year not really talking to each other except for the occasional word. And now you were spending the night in his trailer. All that could have happened if you hadn’t kept to yourself. No matter what, you were glad that it was happening now.

“I’ll let you get changed.” Eddie winked at you, before he walked out and closed the door behind himself.

You took a deep breath. It was surreal, but probably the best thing that had happened to you in Hawkins so far. Getting to talk about the things you liked with someone who understood you, who was at the same time making you feel things you hadn’t felt in… that you’d never really experienced that way.

You got up from the bed and took off Nancy’s dress, draped it over the back of his chair, before you let the tights and your bra follow. Reaching for the shirt he’d given you, you inhaled its scent. A warm feeling settled in the pit of your stomach, because his own scent was still there mixed with the smell of the detergent he used. When you pulled it over your head, you couldn’t help but smile. The shirt was a little bit shorter than the dress, so it wasn’t a problem to wear this in front of him - or so you’d thought.

“You decent?” he asked when he knocked at the door. After you’d told him that you were, Eddie came back inside. “I got you some more water and-” He stopped when he looked at you, nearly dropping the bottle, but he quickly reacted and put it down on the bedside table.

“Everything alright?” you asked, your fingers fiddling with the hem of his shirt - or your shirt because he’d told you to keep it.

“Yeah.. yeah just…” He ran a hand through his hair, rubbed it over the back of his neck. “You just… You look so fucking hot in this.”

Yes, he’d really said that. Yes his words had their effect on you because they settled right between your legs. Before you could say anything, Eddie found his own voice again.

“Sorry… Just had to get my thoughts out.” There it was again, that cheeky grin of his. “If you need anything, I’ll be right outside the door. Sleep tight, sweetheart.”

“Eddie?” you managed before he was out of the door. He turned towards you, and everything inside you screamed to throw yourself into his arms, but something held you back. “Thank you. For everything tonight.”

“My pleasure, mi lady.” He bowed to you, before he left for good with a huge grin on his face.

~~~~~

An hour had passed, but you still weren’t able to fall asleep. Your whole body was exhausted, and you couldn’t keep your eyes open, but there was too much going on inside your head. Being surrounded by Eddie, by his smell, didn’t exactly help either, because you were just so aware of him. He wasn’t even lying next to you, but maybe, just maybe that was the whole problem. It had felt so good to share these little touches with him, the way he’d looked at you, that you couldn’t stop thinking about this.

You tossed and turned trying to get comfortable - and his bed was rather comfortable, that wasn’t the problem - but you still weren’t able to sleep. Kicking the sheets off in frustration, you eventually got up. Your eyes were already adjusted to the darkness, so you were able to walk though his room without a problem. As quietly as possible, you opened the door and walked up to the sofa where Eddie was sleeping. His upper body was bare, his hair unruly around his head. There was a thin blanket thrown over his hips. Your eyes scanned his body, but you nearly shrieked when your eyes found his, and they were already open and staring back at him.

“Like what you see?” he teased before he sat up, running a hand through his hair in a desperate attempt to smooth his curls down a little bit.

“I would lie if I said no.” All of a sudden, you were a little braver. Maybe it was the darkness that made your words come out, instead of just ignoring what he’d just said. But instead of you, it was Eddie who left these words lingering in the air between you.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked. Eddie pushed the blanket aside and got up, because he was a little worried about you.

“Yeah. Don’t know why.” That wasn’t entirely true, but you weren’t going to tell him that your head was filled with thoughts of him, while you were lying in his bed alone.

Eddie stopped right in front of you so that you had to tilt your head back in order to keep eye contact with him. Your heart was already beating so fast again that you thought you might pass out any moment. It was strange, but exciting what kind of effect Eddie had on you.

“Too much going on in your head?” his voice was deep, barely above a whisper, which sent goosebumps along your skin. He saw right through you, so you nodded. It wasn’t a lie, you were just leaving out the details. “Maybe we need to clear your head a little… give you something else to think about.”

The air between you two was heavy when he reached for your waist and slowly pulled you closer. His right hand came up to cup your cheek before you felt his lips on yours. They were soft against yours, soft and sweet, and you practically melted against him. The palms of your hands landed on his chest and stayed there for a moment.

Eddie pulled back just a fraction, smiling against your lips. His hand left your cheek yo that his fingertips could brush against the side of your neck, down your upper arm, your side, and then stopped at your waist.

“Is it helping?”

“Mhm,” you mumbled, not opening your eyes. “Could use a little more.”

Eddie chuckled before he said: “Your wish is my command.”

When his lips met yours again, your fingertips pressed against his chest, before you let your hand run up towards the back of his neck, where you started to play with his hair. His tongue pressed against your lips asking for entry, and you quickly opened up for him. He tasted you, explored your mouth with his tongue, and you felt it down to your core.

His fingers tightened on your waist, before he wrapped one arm around you to pull you even closer. You both separated to get some air, though you nearly whined at the loss of his lips on yours.

“Come on,” he quietly said, slowly letting go of you. He took your hand to lead you back to his bed. You couldn’t suppress the yawn, because while you’d thoroughly enjoyed this moment, your body was craving sleep.

Eddie helped you get settled in bed, but when he turned around, you reached for his hand again. He’d maybe gotten your mind off everything that had been going through your head before, but the bed still felt empty without him.

“Don’t go,” you pleaded with him.

“I only wanted to get another pillow.” He leaned down to kiss your cheek, before he retrieved said pillow from the sofa. He was back by your side in no time. Eddie’s body stretched out behind you, and he immediately pulled you back against his chest again, his hand on your stomach, fingers fanned out to cover as much of your body as possible.

“Sleep tight, y/n,” he whispered against your neck, pressing a kiss there before he closed his eyes.

“You too, Eddie.” Covering his hand with yours, your eyes drifted shut, slowly pulling you to sleep. But even though you were already nearly in the land of dreams, you still heard Eddie’s words.

“I like you sweetheart… the real you.”

And they made you smile, followed you into your dreams. It was definitely something you would have to bring up in the morning, because you liked him to. A lot.

I don't have a tag list for Eddie fics yet, but let me know, if I should make one. I thought about a second part for the next morning, but that would probably only be smut, though, I'm still thinking about whether or not to write that. Thanks for reading lovelies 💚

[writing-fanics]

are you serious

eddie munson x fem!reader

.summary: while in the boathouse y/n starts feeling nauseous.

Eddie and (Y/n) sat their on the cold wooden floor. Of the boathouse, hiding from the town, hiding from the town that basically exiled them. The couple too scared to come forth in fear of being thrown in prison.

(Y/n) stood by opening of the boat shed, one hand pressed against the wooden frame. As she puked her guts out into the lake. “I’m so sorry, doll.” Eddie soothed, rubbing her back.

Shaking her head she leaned up, “N-No, it isn’t your-” She puked into the lake, “Fault.” She sighed, not felling anything come up anymore. Sliding onto the ground besides Eddie, leaning her head against his shoulder.

“We’ll get through this together, and if we don’t we’ll move to Canada.” He says, and she shakes her head smiling softly. “It’s probably just nerves, or stress, but I am really really hungry like I could eat a whole add buffet.” She said, and he smiled.

“I mean you did just like puke out your guts so,” He said, then started talking into the walkie for Dustin. As he talked to Dustin for good, (Y/n) felt the sudden urge to pee despite having went five minutes ago.

The past couple of weeks have been just so strange for her, first she’d wake up feeling nauseous, then having to use to bathroom a lot. Also she felt that her period was lat- oh shit.

‘shit shit shit shit shit shit!’

‘not know this can’t be happening?!’

(Y/n) began panicking mentally, at the conclusion she might be pregnant. Of all times when they’re in hiding. Eddie turned towards her seeing her panicked expression, “Hey, I promise everything’s going to be alright.” He said, placing a hand on her cheek.

Her heart was telling her to tell him. But her brain was telling her not to. She was a month a month late for her period. Tears brimmed her eyes, “oh doll, what’s going on?” He asked, concerned.

“Eddie, promise you won’t get made promise me you won’t ever leave me?” She asked, and he shook his head.

“Never, I’ll never leave you.” He says, planting a kiss on her lips. Looking down and started fidgeting with her jacket, “I-I think I might be pregnant.” She said, and his heart sank.

Of all times right now. Why? He wasn’t made of course not. They’ve already talked about having a family one day. But now. Why when the whole towns out to get them.

Sobs escaped her lips as she cried into her hands, “I’m scared.” She cried, and Eddie wrapped his arms around her, rocking her back and forth.

“I swear, I’m going to protect you. You two are my top priority. You’ve always have been.” He says, kissing the top of her forehead.

“So, y/n I need you to do theses things for me. If I saw run, run. If I say leave me. Leave me. Okay?” He asked, and he looked down at her, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“But, I can’t lose you.” She cried, and he cupped her cheeks.

“And, I can’t live with a conscious knowing you’ll get hurt.” He says, and she looks down.

“But-”

“No, buts. I can’t live in a world knowing you got hurt because of me.” He says, and (Y/n) whimpered.

Eddie placed his hand on her stomach, “I love you,” He says, and she smiles.

“I love you too,” She smiles, planting a kiss on his nose.

“Are you serious?! Your pregnant!” Dustin shouted, who was standing in the doorway of the boat shed. In disbelief grocery bags in hand.

(not ready for tomorrow)

[eddieshellfxre]

Change You Ways || Pt. 2

Part 1

Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Word count: 3.8k words

Summary: after you and Eddie become a thing, its really hard for him to keep his hands off you

Content: 18+ minors dni, unprotected PiV sex, oral sex, choking, swearing, slut calling, pure smut, semi-public sex(?)

a/n this is a part 2 to change your ways and basically i wanted to give some type of ending to this story and just wrote whatever came to mind. I hope you like it

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•••

“Eddie the kids are gonna be here anytime now” you say as you try to get away from his grip. Its probably been a week since you started dating and it feels like this is the happiest you’ve ever been

Eddie grabs you from behind turning you around to face him, his body pressed up against yours he leans in kissing you softly, moving your body against the edge of the table, lifting you up by the back of your thighs and sitting you down on it. You feel his hand caressing your tight slowly lifting up your skirt

“i think me being your girlfriend was a mistake” you laugh “you cant keep your hands off me Munson”

He moved in closer between your legs, god he’s hot

“not when you walk around like this” he says with a look full of need. he lifts your skirt up as you lean back to look at him, there would be a noticeable wet patch on your panties right now if they werent black. “kiss me?” he asks reading the writting displayed in your underwear “dont mind if i do” he says lowering himself winking prepared to meet his mouth to your clothed cunt, your hand finds his hair and you tangle your fingers on it.

Suddenly the hellfire door swings open with Dustin screaming

“WHOS READY TO KILL SOME BEASTS?”

Eddie quickly gets up and you fix your skirt before they could see anything. Dustin stops in his tracks to look at the group and back at you raising an eyebrow he asks “is everything alright? are we interrupting anything?”

“No, no no nothing at all sweetie” you say jumping off the table “i was just on my way out” you walk over to Eddie who now had a tight grip on his dick, you throw your face in your hands laughing you shake your head “im gonna go babe, there’s something i need to take care of” you say almost at a whisper. Eddie looks at you in dispair, all he wants to do is go home and fuck the shit out of you

“oh c’mon baby dont do this right now” he whines “so closeeeee” he says in a whisper, he sounds like an absolute child “see you later?” he asks, you respond with a nod and give him a kiss, soft at first but your need for him takes control over you and you press your body to his bitting on his lower lip, both breathing heavy looking at each other as you break away “you’re sleeping over”

“ermmmm today? i don’t kno—”

“it wasnt a question” he says interrupting you with a serious tone. The look on his face alone with that tone could make you cum right there and then, this more dominant side makes you absolutely feral.

••••••

On your way to Eddie’s trailer you stopped at your house to get your new set of lingerie. You couldn’t wait to see Eddie’s reaction to it and with the way you left things off, there was no better night!

Arriving at the Munson residence you can already smell Wayne’s cooking

“smells deliciousssssssss what we having today?” you say greeting him with a hug

“hello swearheart, we’re having some chilli today” he says proudly poiting at the stove “just you and me tonight right? Eddie is at hellfire?”

“yeah, just me and you tonight” you smile

“sorry, i know you’d rather have him here” he says placing the food on the table. His words break your heart

“why are you sorry? you’re my favorite Munson” you say with a smile hugging him from the side. Wayne returns with a tight hug too letting out a chuckle “thank you Wayne for taking such good care of me”

“you’re like a daughter to me… and to be fair im really relieved he left that cheerleader girl. She wasnt for him, god knows how many times he was talking about you and how he felt” you pop your head up so fast it gave you whiplash “probably shouldnt talk about that…. lets eat” Wayne quickly serves his food and stuffs his mouth with it, regretting immediately what he has previously said.

Once dinner was over and Wayne left for work, you found yourself all alone and still horny from before and thought it was the best time to get things ready.

You walk over to Eddie’s room and started to get undressed, leaving you in nothing but a little see trough black lingerie. You look at yourself in the mirror and admire what you see, shortfly after you spot his handcuffs hanging from the wall behind you

“oh fucking perfect” you say to yourself as you grab them off the wall and handcuff your self to the bed. Soon enough hearing Eddie’s van pull up, you reposition yourself on the bed, legs wide open facing the door

“baby? y/n you here?” he shouts walking in

“yeah im here, ermmmm i kinda need help Eddie” you say trying to sound worried, Eddie rushes over to his bedroom swinging the door open. His body completly frozen in place the second he lays his eyes on you “i kinda got myself tied up in a…. situation” you say bitting your lip into a smirk

“ohhhhh baby” he drags out walking over to you, grabbing his shirt from behind and passing it over his head. Just this move alone got you even wetter “fuckkk you’re hot” he climbs onto the bed kneeling in front of you, his hands tracing your legs opening them wider “this new?” he asks placing his hand at the hem of your panties, you nod with a smile “sooo…. no sentimental value what so ever right?” you nod again bitting your lip, knowing damn well he was gonna rip that shit of you in seconds. Confirmation was all he needed, and the second you gave it to him he was ripping the lace underwear off you leaving him front and center to his favorite view “holy fuck, i could just cum looking at you” he wraps his arms around your legs coming in closer to your heat, placing kisses on your inner thigh sucking on them, leaving small marks. Only more to add to the collection. You feel his tongue brush against your bud making you gasp loudly at the sensation “who gave you the idea of using my handcuffs?” he asks doing the same thing again but this time making eye contact with you

“i-i did” you stutter

“oh you did, did you? cant even speak properly and i’ve barely done anything” he says before inserting his tongue at your entrance and pushing it in. Eddie moans as he feels you on his tongue

“fuckkk Eddie, you’re so good” you praise “you fuck me so good baby”

You feel a smile forming on his face, Eddie loves it when you praise his work.

“gonna cum for me baby? right on my face?” you nod shutting your eyes “i asked you something, you better reply with words”

He locks his mouth with your cunt, his tongue flickering against your clit

“yeah-fuck yeah im gonna cum baby” you moan

Eddie lets go of his grip on your thigh and inserts two fingers in you without warning, the sensation of his fingers hitting just the right spot, curling them inside you and his tongue playing with your clit in absolute perfect rhythm soon untie the knot that was building up in your stomach

“hmmm” he moans as he feels your juices on him “heavenly” he says licking his fingers clean. Eddie hovers over you, positioning himself in between your thighs catching you lips in a kiss, his hand grabbing onto your boob “where did you get this set from?” he asks

“at the mall. i’ve had it for like two weeks but—“

“and im only seeing it now?” he asks almost offended

“you had a girlfriend remember? i didn’t wanna waste this on any random fuck”

“oh right…. my bad” he smiles “but even though i really like REALLY like it on you…. its in the way” he goes behind your back and unclasps the hooks before removing the straps “i wanna keep you handcuffed” you smile at him and watch as he removes the bra off you and throw it to a random corner of his room “you’re so perfect” he says admiring you, taking your nipple in his mouth and grabbing the other one and giving it the same amount of attention. Your eyes shut close at the sensation

“hmm Eddie” you whimper. You feel the fabric of his jeans against you wet pussy as he’s slowly grinding on you, giving you some friction, your pussy clenching at nothing, waiting for him “im going crazy over here Eddie, fuck me already” he lets go of your tit and moves his hand up to your neck, pressing at the sides while he’s continuing to grind his hips against your core

“fuck you’re hot” he says under his breath, he’s getting more and more eager to be inside you, he quickly stops what he’s doing and lets go of your neck. He unbuttons his jeans and pulls them down just far enough so his dick springs free.

Adjusting himself at your entrance he slides in, the room quickly gets filled with your moans and cries

“ohmygoooood” you moan as you feel him inside you “fuck me hard Eddie”

Eddie’s hand finds its way back up to your neck while his other hand is rubbing at you clit. He picks up his pace, slamming into you harder and harder each time. Your sounds are like sweet music to his ears

“such a tight little pussy! so tight for me uh” he says against you lips “gonna cum for me again? like the good little slut that you are? fuu—fuck you’re good” he looses the grip on your throat letting you breath properly

“bab-baby im-im coming oh my god im coming” you moan loudly as you coat his cock with your fluids, clenching around him he keeps going until he reaches his own orgasm

“jesus christ baby i-“ he coats your walls before he could even finish his sentence. He plops down on top of you, heavy breathing coming from both of you “been waiting for you all day”

“Eddie?”

“yeah baby?”

“can you please uncuff me now? i think im loosing blood flow” you both laugh and Eddie grabs the keys from the nightstand and unlocks to cuffs. Eddie goes back to laying on top of you, head on your chest. Your hands places on his head, playing with his hair. You are so in love with this man its absolutely ridiculous

“you drive me crazy you know that right?” he asks

“like wise” you reply. He kisses your belly and jumps off the bed “where you going?” you ask

“im gonna take a shower…. wanna join?” he asks with a smirk, and there was no way you were gonna let that opportunity pass by

••••

You wake up with the smell of Wayne’s famous morning pancakes. But you hear a strange voice at the door, you cant really make anything of what they’re saying but you still try

“i think you need to get a hand on this Wayne, it’s animalistic” you hear the voice say, it sounds quite bad, so you decide to wake up Eddie

“Eddie? Baby? MUNSON!!!!” you scream shaking him to wake up

“jesus christ what is going on?” he asks confused, still dizzy from waking up

“there’s something thats going on, the neighbors are talking to your uncle but i don’t know whats going on” you get off the bed and walk over to the door, Eddie follows shortly behind

“Wayne i heard them last night, the whole trailer park heard them”

You jaw drops to the floor as you realize whats going on, you look back at Eddie and he’s standing behind you with the biggest smile on his face… of course he is

“They’re just kids Dolores, leave them be” you hear Wayne “you know kids at this age”

“Leave them be? I would love to…. but they wont let me sleep”

You close your eyes and bring your hands up to your forehead, pressing at your temples

“this cannot be happening right now” you say in a low tone “Stop laughing Eddie, its not funny” you smack his across the chest

“oh i think its fucking hilarious. At least everyone knows i fuck you good” he says slapping your ass. You try to show a mean face but the truth is… one you knew it was true and second… you really liked when he slapped your ass

You wait until its silent outside to walk out of the room

“Morning Wayne” you greet with a smile

“Morning sweetie, everything alright?” he asks looking at both of you

“Just peachy” Eddie says with a cocky smile “So what did the nosey neighbor want today?” Your head turns to him, eyes wide open you elbow him in the arm, letting him know he shouldn’t have done that so Wayne doesn’t know you were listening “what? he knows we were listening…. didn’t you?”

“Yes, I knew” Wayne laughs “she just wanted me to tell you that you should try and keep it down next time, poor woman is just trying to sleep, she doesn’t need to know how…. hard y/n wants it…. her words”

You feel the heat flood your cheeks and try to hide your face in your hands

“oh my god” you say against them

“exactly” Wayne snaps back making you pop your head up

“I think shes jealous. Husband prolly doesn’t give her shit so shes jealous when he hears my girl”

“Eddie pleaseeeeee lets stop with this conversation”

••••

At school you became quite the topic of conversation, not only because the the two freaks were together but because everyone knew about what happened with Chrissy. But did you feel guilty? Hell no, you wanted Eddie and you got him, and you made sure everyone saw it, specially when you were all at the cafeteria.

Instead of sitting next to Eddie like usual, he insisted on you sitting on his lap, maybe it was to show everyone you were his, or maybe he liked the way your ass rubbed against his dick and the sneaky hand under your skirt, slowly caressing your clothed pussy without anyone noticing.

And of course, this day wouldn’t be any different to any other day, with Eddie doing just that by taking advantage of your liking for skirts on a hot day. Sitting on his lap you feel his hand on your thigh under the table, going higher and higher reaching the hem of your panties lifting it and placing his middle finger at your bud

“oh shit” you say under you breath, your head drops at the soft pressure he’s applying “oh god”

“y/n is everything alright?” Gareth asks “did you hurt yourself?”

“erm yeah— i-i yeah i bumped my knee on the table its—its really getting to me”

“should try and be more careful baby” Eddie says with a smile “the only type of bruises i want you having are my own” his finger picks up speed as its rubbing at your clit

“hmhm yeah— you’re sooo funny Eddie” you whine, your eyes automatically close shut in pleasure as you feel getting close “holy fuck” you whisper as you get a tight grip on his write, letting him know.

You breathing gets heavy as the adrenaline sits in, Eddie’s hand moves up to your waist squeezing it

“such a good girl” he whispers at your ear “such a dirty good girl”

You turn around grabbing onto his neck, bringing him in a passionate kiss, his tongue playing with yours, moans coming from both of you, truly feels like you’re the only two people in the worlds right now but you weren’t, as you hear a disgusted voice break you from your trance

“oh pleaseeee get a fucking room” you hear Dustin say, covering his face with his hat

“yeah guys cut it off” says Mike

“oh c’mon Mikey, when you’re old enough you too can do these things with your girlfriend” you laugh. Mikes scrunches his nose in disgust

“shut up, im not that innocent….. we’ve kissed before”

“with the supervision of her dad” Dustin claps back

“more than you ever done with Suzie”

“oh please, Suzie is a lady! She needs to be romanticed!!”

“Romanticed? oh please you—“

“SHUT UP” Eddie shouts. The whole table goes quiet “you boys need to calm down. Mike, all the good kissing happens when there is no supervision…. trust me!! and Dustin, you really need to… never mind you’re good”

Dustin’s face lights up with a smile, you can tell how Dustin looks up to Eddie and is in need for his approval.

The bell rings and Eddie takes you to your class. Arriving at the door he holds you by your waist pulling you closer to him

“you’re getting braver and braver every day” he laughs

“well thank you” you lean in for a kiss and his tongue automatically makes his way in your mouth “you really cant control yourself can you?” you smile

“your fault” he replied before kissing you again, hands trailing down to your ass

“you alright there Grabby Hands McGee?” you laugh

“Excuse me? But if the terror twins are finished, i’d like to get started with my class thank you” Mrs. Click says

“Terror twins? Was that a motley crüe reference? Thats really metal” Eddie laughs

•••••

“you ready for our official first date night?” Eddie says laying on your bed, waiting for you to get ready

“hell yeah, what do you have in mind?” you walk out of your walk in closet with a black tight dress and a pair of black pumps, you grab onto some snake hoops and try to put on them. Eddie’s jaw drops at the moment he sees you

“like that? i have some unholy things in mind” he says standing up walking up to you

“you really need to go see if this is a medical condition because you’re getting out of hand” you laugh “what are we doing today?”

“i’ve told you, you’re the one to blame, looking like this, so— so fucking hot all the damn time. and i don’t know we could go see a movie and then maybe finish at night at lovers lake?”

“oh i know damn well what happens at lovers lake….. lets do it” you wink and him.

Later that night you grabbed some food before the movies and ate it on top on Eddie’s van, somewhere in a remote corner of Hawkins.

Soon after you made your way to the movies and got your tickets to watch Texas chainsaw massacre 2.

“you gotta be kidding me” you hear a voice say behind you. you turn around only see Chrissy standing there with Jason “Jason can we go please?”

“We’re not going anywhere. We’re not the freaks here” Jason says louder

“Chrissy, hi” you greet. Eddie’s body turns to face you when he realizes what you’re about to do “I really don’t wanna cause a scene do if you don’t mind telling your creepy little boyfriend to leave me and my boyfriend alone…. his parents can kiss being grandparents goodbye, got it?”

Chrissy’s face freezes in place while Eddie is laughing his brains out behind you. You wave Jason goodbye and walk in the room

“you’re hot when you’re mad” Eddie says

“thought i was hot at any time” you laugh

After the movie is over, you drive out to lover’s lake, its quiet and… alone. Eddie opens his back doors and you both sit at the back of the van facing the lake

“its really beautiful” you say looking out

“really really is” Eddie says staring at you, You turn your face and realize he’s staring at you. Your blush and lean your head on his shoulder, you cant help but to stare at the tent inside his jeans. You bite your lip as a overwhelming wave of need takes over you and you place your hand on his jean’s button “oh yeah baby” he says resting on his elbows. You unbutton his jeans and Eddie lifts his hips up helping you remove his jeans just far enough for his dick to be on display.

“such a pretty dick baby” you praise, tracing the thick vein on it with your thumb, noticing how his dick jumped at your words

“thank you” he mumbled dropping his head back when he feels your spit covering the tip of his dick running down his shaft.

You give him a few pumps, looking at the way his chest is moving unsteady, trying to hold the moans back “fuck baby” he hisses at you as you give him a little squeeze, you smile at him while bitting your bottom lip. You wrap your lips around him and begin to suck while your hand grabs onto his balls massaging them “ohhhh fuck” he moaned. You sucked harder as you hear his moans intensify, he sounds like a fucking pornstar and you were all for it.

You went further down his dick, taking more of him in your mouth, past your gag reflex down your throat. You were so used to this you barely gagged. Eddie brings his hand up to your hair gripping onto it tight, holding you down in place for a couple of seconds before bringing you back up

He was close, you could feel it by his heavy pants and moans. Eddie’s grip on your hair tightens and earning a soft moan coming from you, he knows how rough you like it. You moan one more time, the vibrations from you sending him over the edge. He held your head on his dick as he reaches his climax, his seed painting the back of your throat

You continue to suck him absolutely dry, swallowing every drop of his salty cum. You pulled off him and smiled wide at him, noticing how much of a mess he was

“you alright Eddie?” clean of the corners of your mouth with your finger and lay down next to him “Eddie?” you ask worried after he doesn’t reply

“yeah baby im alright” he laughs, trying to get his breathing back in place “you sucked the life out of me back there” you cant help but laugh. You throw your leg on top of him and rest your head on his chest

“i love you Eddie Munson”

“i love you y/n”

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

Could I request a fic with m reader and Eddie being frenemies... like they constantly low key bully each other but it's because they're comfortable enough with eachother to know not to take it to heart... like they tease each other and are being competitive with EVERYTHING all the time... just being menaces lol (tysm!!)

I think I can cook this up for you! It's a tad short, but I didn't want to over do it.

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Currently writing for Eddie Munson. I write for a variety of reader inserts (male, female, gender neutral, POC too).

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If someone were to ask you when this started, you're not sure you could give them a date. You're not sure you could even give them a guess as to when it become second nature to antagonize each other. Sure to the outside, you were sure that it looked strange. If they didn't know like you did, you'd think it was a deep seated hatred too. But in reality this is just how you and Eddie are. If you pushed, he pulled. It's just how it works.

Like currently, you thump Eddie on the back of the head, crouching down over his shoulder. "You think you can just conveniently drive past me on the walk up here in a puddle and get away with it? I think not."

Eddie laughs, under his breath mostly and all through his nostrils. "You were well prepared in your boots," he tease, pointing down to the item.

The puddle was swallow and Eddie did slow down a lot as to not completely soak you, but your sock around your ankles are still wet from the morning.

"Fuck off," you huff, shoving his shoulder.

"I promise I can make it up to you," he states, a smile grazing his lips as he looks up to you. You move down two seats to his left.

"Please spare me the details," you huff, digging into the pile of peas on your tray. "Because you make a joke about a blowjob or getting you an A on a project, I think I'll cut my own ears off."

"Oh, c'mon, I think I'm pretty funny."

"You'd be the only one." The retort is all to easy and the table erupts into poorly withheld giggles. Eddie flips you the bird before the group resumes the conversation they were having before you approached.

And this--the bickering--is just the way it goes. So you're not shocked that later in the evening while you're sitting outside of Eddie's trailer, both of you with cigarettes between your lips, you huff at Eddie's confession.

"Just ask the person out. Don't be such a pussy," you retort.

"Easy for you to say."

"That is an age old excuse and honestly, I expect something more clever out of the likes of you, Munson." Your words are coated in the smoke you exhale, fingers holding the cigarette down at your side. "How about this--tomorrow during P.E if you score more baskets than me, you don't ask your crush out. But if I score more baskets than you, you have to ask them out in front of me."

It's a stupid bet--Eddie knows it as he stares down at your waiting hand. Eddie is not athletic not in the means that he could even fathom outscoring you in a game of basketball. Hell, Eddie did his best to literally never have to play the game during P.E at all. Lots of excuses about rolled ankles, literally ditching when at all possible, attempting to be the worst so that no one picks him.

But here you are, chest puffed out with a sly grin as you hold out your hand. Eddie knows that even you know it's a losing bet. That if Eddie really is chicken shit, he should just avoid it all right now. But he slips his palm into yours, the shake is firm and curt, sealing the coffin Eddie had stepped in just by mentioning the crush for good.

The floor comes up fast for Eddie, but he refuses to let himself be bested so he springs up fast, hearing the whistle of the teacher shrilling against the stale gym air. "Watch it," comes the shout followed by your last name.

You grin, watching Eddie come back to guard you. "Forgot what game I was playing for a second. Forgive me," you tease.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, just put it back into play."

Eddie's a little shocked when he manages to swat the ball you had intended to pass to a teammate from its intended path. But he doesn't let the let the shock keep him from taking a shot. It hits the backboard, rims the basket and then falls through the net. Five. He's proud.

"Only need 7 more to catch up," you tease, walking behind him.

Not the reminder he needed and when he spins, he's met with your shirtless sweaty chest. "Oh, sweetheart, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're flirting with me."

You only shrug, face falling a bit neutral, but the glint in your eyes says otherwise. "Who's to say I'm not already?"

After the retort you carry on up court, back towards the action of the game and Eddie wonders just how much he really cares about catching up.

[cicimunson]

Last Night on Earth

Summary: Eddie shows up at your after being named a murder suspect. He’s a mess and talking out of his head about spending his night on Earth with you.

Characters/Pairings: EddiexFem!Reader

Warnings: Hella smut and I also hurt myself with the angst at the end.

Word Count: 3.2k+

You cut off the TV in disgust, ignoring your parents’ protests.

“They’re wrong. Eddie isn’t like that at all! He’s not in a cult, he’s not a devil worshiper, and he’s certainly not killing people!”

“Y/N, the dead girl was found in his house. There’s an eyewitness that saw him kill that boy at the lake. Maybe you don’t know your friend as well as you think.” Your mom reaches out to take your hand but you snatch it away from her.

“Jason is lying, mom. He’s always had it out for Eddie and his friends. I can’t believe everyone is falling for this, it’s total bullshit!“

"Young lady, that kind of language is unacceptable.” Your father gives you a stern look. “I understand you’re upset, and I’m sorry that your friend is in trouble, but from what I can tell, he got himself into it all on his own. Now, stop arguing with your mother and go to bed.”

You fly up the stairs and slam your bedroom door, flipping it off.

Of course they don’t care what I think. I know Eddie, and this isn’t true. None of it is.

You slip off your jeans and throw on an oversized t-shirt before climbing into bed. You toss and turn for what feels like hours.

I just hope he’s okay. Please, God, let him be okay.

You had met Eddie through a mutual friend when you were looking for some weed for a slumber party. You kept buying from him after that and the two of you had struck up a friendship of sorts. You’d watched his band play a few times and hung out at his place when you felt too high to drive home. Sometimes he would take you to your house and then pick you up to get your car the next morning. He was a good guy. A little wild, a little edgy, but mostly, he was sweet. At least to you.

You’re slowly drifting to sleep when there’s a sharp knock at your window. You bolt upright in bed, not sure if you actually heard anything or if your mind is playing tricks on you. You wait a few seconds and hear it again.

What the hell is that?

You slowly climb out of bed and sneak up to the window, peering outside, and nearly scream when you see Eddie’s face pressed against the glass. He must have climbed the trellis underneath.

He put a finger to his lips and motions for you to let him inside. You raise your window and grab him by his shirt, yanking him in.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Munson? If someone sees you-”

He pulls you to him and slides his hands down your back, letting them rest on your ass..

What is he doing?

You push at his chest. “Eddie, I don’t- Jesus, you smell disgusting. What is that?”

He chuckles. “Lake water. Dirt. Who knows what else? Just ignore it.” His hands stroke up your back once more.

You shove at his chest. “Ignore it? It’s making my eyes water. Go take a shower, please. You can use my bathroom.”

Thank God I have my own bathroom. Imagine my parents seeing Eddie Munson in the hall.

You push him through your bathroom door. “Scrub your ass, dude. I’ll find you some clean clothes.”

You rummage through your drawers and closet, coming up with a pair of sweats you sometimes slept in and an oversized t-shirt.

This will have to do. Honestly, those clothes of his need to be burned.

Almost half an hour later, Eddie emerges from the shower, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Your eyes roam over his body and you gasp.

“Eddie, what happened? You’ve got bruises and scratches all over.”

He shrugs his shoulders. “It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters, really.”

“What are you talking about?”

He shakes his head. “Not important. What is important is that it’s most likely my last night on Earth and I’m gonna do something I’ve been wanting to do for months.”

“What’s that?”

He lets the towel fall to the floor. “I’m gonna fuck you stupid, Y/N.”

What did he just say?! And yes, please.

He pulls you to him and takes your shirt over your head. “If you wanna turn me in, now’s the time to yell for Mommy and Daddy. Otherwise-”

He fists your panties and yanks, effectively disintegrating them. You gasp.

This man is going to ruin me.

“What’s it gonna be, Y/N? You gonna yell for them…or yell for me?”

You’ve never been so turned on in your life. You have a million questions for him, but for now all you can do is nod. “Come here, Munson.”

He grins wickedly and shoves you back onto the bed. You gasp as he slides a finger inside you and roughly pinches your nipple.

“Eddie…”

“You want another one?” He eases a second digit in. “You may need a third if you’re gonna be able to handle me.” He slaps your tit and you yelp.

“Quieten down.” His hand slides up to your throat. “Mommy might hear you.”

Ass.

“Shut me up then, if you think you can.”

His grip on your throat tightens and he plunges a third finger into you. You wince as you’re stretched to the point of pain. “Tap my arm if you want me to stop.” He squeezes your throat harder, his fingers pressing on your pulse point.

Why would I ever want him to stop?

He removes his fingers from you and licks them before holding them out. “Taste yourself. You’re fucking delicious.” You open your mouth and suck on his middle finger. He groans and slides downward, biting the underside of your tit. “I’m gonna bruise every inch of you.”

His grip on your throat eases off as he becomes distracted with nipping your skin, sucking a spot here, biting a few inches away. He travels up to your neck.

“What will you tell people, when they ask why you’re all marked up? Will you tell them you let the freak murderer have his way with you?”

You shake your head. “You’re not a murderer. I know it’s not true.”

“Do you?” He looks up and his eyes bore into yours. “Everyone else thinks I did it. Why don’t you?”

“I just know. You wouldn’t hurt anyone.”

He chuckles harshly. “I’m about to hurt you, baby.”

“Then do it.”

“You want me that badly?” He rolls his hips and his cock grazes your clit. “I wish I’d brought my handcuffs. The dirty things I’d do to you while you’re tied up beneath me.” His hands are still roaming your body, his nails leaving scratches on your sides and belly.

Handcuff me? Yes, please.

You gesture to your robe hanging off your bedpost. “Use the sash.”

“Fuck, say no more.” He sits up and reaches for the robe, slipping the sash from the loops. “Give me your hands.”

You stick them out in front of you and he quickly ties them together, pulling the sash so that it bites into your wrists just a bit. He ties the other end around a top bedpost.

“I knew you would look so fucking hot like this. I’ve thought about it ever since that night you fell asleep with your head in my lap.”

“Really? You never said anything.”

“Didn’t want to freak you out. But seeing how I might not be around after tomorrow, I thought I better act on it tonight, if you’d even let me.”

“What are you talking about? Why do you keep saying that?”

He shakes his head. “Shh, stop distracting me. I’m trying to lose myself in you for a little bit.”

He slides down the bed and leaves little bites along the way, moving between your legs. You spread them eagerly and he sucks a dark red spot on your inner thigh.

“I wonder if I could do my initials. Or at least an E.” He sucks another spot, then another, going a little higher up your leg each time.

“How about S, for slow?” You taunt, withering beneath him. “I want your mouth on me.”

He chuckles against your skin. “My mouth is on you, can’t you tell?”

“You know what I mean.” You thrust up against your restraints.

“Hmm, I don’t think I do. Maybe you should tell me.” He looks up at you and grins. “What can I do for you, Y/N?”

Cheeky fucker.

“You can untie me so I can strangle you.”

He blows on your clit and you moan.

“That’s later, baby. What are you wanting right now?”

His tongue flicks against you.

Damn it, he wins.

“Fuck, Eddie, lick my clit. Please.”

He winks, fucking winks, and then does as you ask. When he sucks your clit and hums, you have to bite your lip to keep from crying out.

There’s no pattern to his tongue movements, it’s all over the board. You groan and he shushes you. “Great, I forgot where I was. Now I have to start over.” He teases.

“What the fuck are you doing down there?” You manage to gasp. He pulls away once more and chuckles.

“Spelling Y/F/N Y/L/N loves Eddie Munson, of course.”

“You are such an ass.”

“Oh?” He cocks an eyebrow at you. “Should I stop?”

“Eddie….” You whine.

He tweaks your nipple and resumes his work on your clit. Your hips lift off the bed and you clench your teeth, willing yourself not to yell out as your orgasm hits you. You can feel Eddie’s lips smiling as your whole body tightens and releases in pleasure. He continues licking and fingering you as you come down from your high, flushed and blurry-eyed from its intensity.

He stretches out beside you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “Do you want me to untie you now?”

“Yes, please. Wanna touch you.”

He releases the sash and you roll on top of him, pinning his hands above his head.

You lean down to kiss him, then back away when he gets close, once, then twice.

“I’m going to spank the shit out of you if you don’t let me kiss you.” He threatens.

“Maybe later.” You kiss his chin and then take his earlobe between your teeth. When you travel downwards and bite his shoulder, his hips buck upward. You squeeze his wrists even tighter, working your way down his chest.

“Bite me, baby.” He urges. “Make it hurt.”

You clamp down on his chest, right above his heart. “Fuck, mmm.” He grunts. “Again.”

You move lower and do the same, this time sucking and leaving a large hickey.

“Tit for tat, Munson.”

When you kiss down to his stomach, you hesitate above a rough looking bruise.

“Keep going. I want you to bite every bruise you see. Mark over them.” He urges.

I don’t want to hurt him, though.

You shake away the thought and do as he says and feel his cock swell even more beneath you. “Mmm baby, just like that.”

You work your way down and take him into your mouth. His breath catches and he lets out a low hiss, his hands coming down to fist your hair. When he thrusts his hips you force back a gag and open your mouth wider.

“Make it sloppy.” He grunts. “Spit on it.”

Your eyes start to water as he fucks your mouth, so hard and fast you can feel the back of your throat starting to bruise. He moans and murmurs your name over and over. Just when you’re about to tap his arm because you can’t take anymore, he releases your hair and tugs you upward, then flips you underneath him.

He rubs against you, pulling your legs around his waist. “Lock your ankles.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” You retort.

He scowls. “Mouthy little thing. Maybe I should shove my cock back in there, shut you up.“

"Do it then.” You rake your nails down his back.

“Nah, there’s somewhere else I wanna put it.”

He pushes his dick into you. You clap your hand over your mouth to keep from crying out. He smirks knowingly, pulling out painfully slowly, then rams back in.

You whimper and he shoves your hand from your mouth, leaning down to drop a kiss on your lips. “You good?”

“I’m peachy, you?”

“That’s it.” He pulls out of you and grabs your waist, flipping you onto your knees. You barely have time to catch yourself with your hands before he’s delivered a hard slap to your ass.

“Not so loud, my parents are downstairs!”

He slaps your ass again and plunges back inside you. “Fuck, Y/N, my handprint on you is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You clench your thighs. “Eddie, stop blabbering and fuck me.”

“That’s the plan.” His hips bones are going to leave bruises on your ass, if his slaps didn’t.  His hands slide under your body and he tugs on your nipples, rolling them between his fingers.

“You’ve got perfect tits, you know that? I’ve dreamed about fucking them.” He rolls his hips in a circle. “I’ve dreamed about fucking you until you were a whimpering mess for me.”

He slips out of you once more and sits on the bed with his legs extended out, pulling you into his lap. You reach between your bodies and guide him back into you, wrapping your arms and legs around him.

His face is buried in your chest and he kisses, licks, and bite you while you move up and down on him. “Ride me.” He mumbles. “Fuck, baby, you take my cock so well.”

You lean back and catch yourself on your hands. Eddie’s hand runs down your stomach and finds your clit once more, circling it lazily.

You feel your body tightening up once more and Eddie speeds up his pace, knowing you’re about to cum for him again.

“Eddie….Eddie…” You moan.

When he presses down on your clit, you’re undone. Your orgasm hits you hard, it makes your eyes well up. You can’t support your weight anymore and you fall into the bed. Eddie kicks his legs out behind him and moves with you as you fall, never slowing his pace. He swivels his hips and you grab his ass, your nails biting into him as you urge him to keep going.

“Oh God, Eddie, don’t stop. Please, please.”

He closes the space between the two of you, laying on you with his arms tucked under yours, gripping a shoulder with each hand. His pelvic bone is pressed right against your clit. He continues his sharp thrusts, making sure to hit your clit with every stroke.

“Fuck, Eddie, I’m gonna-”

“I know. Again. Come for me.”

Your legs start shaking. You arch your back and clench around him. When you cry out, he covers your mouth with his.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” You bite his bottom lip as you come again, your hips bucking wildly.

“Y/N, I’m close. Do you want me to pull out?”

You can’t even form the word “yes” in your mind. Your body is throbbing and aching, coated in sweat from the both of you.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna come.” His thrusts become sloppy and his head falls back, his eyes closing. You manage to push against his hips with yours and he understands, pumping into you a few more times before pulling out and shooting his load on your stomach. “Fuck, Y/N, oh God, fuck.” You slap a hand over his mouth. He moans a few more words into your palm before dropping down on the bed beside you.

You lay breathless for what seems like hours, your heart pounding in your chest. Eddie slips out of bed to pick his discarded towel up from the floor, using it to wipe your stomach clean. He disappears into the bathroom and returns moments later with a warm washcloth, which he runs between your thighs.

“We made a hell of a mess.” He chuckles. “I knew we would.” He slides back into the bed with you.

You reach for his hand and lace your fingers through his.

He tucks his other hand behind his head and stares at the ceiling.

“Do you have to leave soon?”

He nods. “I shouldn’t even be here. But something big is going down and I just thought…I didn’t want to die without being with you, at least once. I know that sounds cliché and lame but you’re all I’ve thought about the past few days. Well, that and not getting caught or killed.”

You sit up. “I don’t understand. No one’s going to kill you, Eddie. Maybe if you talk to the police, this whole thing can get cleared up.”

He sits up too and wraps his arms around you. “It’s bigger than the police. I can’t tell you what’s going on, but just know that being wanted for murder is kind of near the bottom of my list at the moment.”

How is that at the bottom of his list? What else is going on?

“Eddie, please, talk to me. Maybe I can help.” You plead and he shakes his head.

“I don’t want you to worry about me. Honestly, it was selfish for me to come here. I just couldn’t stay away.” He reaches out and tucks your hair behind your ear.

Why do I feel like he’s saying goodbye?

“Eddie, let me help you. I know I can help.”

He kisses you. “You’ve got to let me go, Y/N. There is nothing anyone can do.”

You watch helplessly  as he rises to his feet and dresses in the clothes you’d gotten together for him.

Why would he do this? Why would he come here, make me feel this way?

“Do you maybe have a bag for my dirty stuff?”

“Closet. Blue bag on the left.” You refuse to look at him as tears spill onto your cheeks.

He comes back out of the bathroom with his clothes, flinching when he sees you crying.

“I’m sorry. I knew this was going to hurt you. I’m such a selfish prick.”

You don’t respond as he kisses the top of your head. “I really am so sorry. If I make it through the next couple of days, I’ll try to come back. I promise.”

You say nothing as he walks to the window. He looks back over his shoulder at you longingly.

“Will you kiss me goodbye, at least?” His tone is almost pleading.

You shake your head.

“Y/N…” He trails off. “Love you.”

He’s killing me.

“Fuck, Eddie.”

“I do.”

“Stop.”

“Please don’t hate me for this, Y/N. I want to tell you what’s going on, I swear I do. But the less you know, the better. Trust me.”

“I could help.”

“I know you could, baby. But I can’t risk anything happening to you. The guilt would eat me alive.”

I’ve got to let him go.

“I love you too Eddie. Please just go.”

“I’m gonna try to come back. Just, don’t wait for me. If something happens, I don’t want you sitting around wondering if I’m going to reappear.”

You meet his gaze evenly. “I won’t.”

He gives a slight nod and slips out the window.

You sit silently until you’re sure he’s gone and then sob openly.

[xleeleeboox]

did you just call me yours?

Eddie Munson x shy!reader 

Warnings: shy reader, misunderstandings, slight clingy!eddie, affection (only hugs and hand holding, and one kiss on the head, that is it, it is all meant to be fluffy)

Someone else had an idea where Eddie thought he was dating the reader when they weren’t official, but I cannot find that post, if you find it, please tag them or let me know so I can tag them thank you

2.70k words 

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      You and Eddie had been paired up for a project for the literature class that you two share together. You were a relatively quiet person, while Eddie… clearly was not. After you two had met up a few times to work together on the project, you two started to get to know each other a little more, by opening up. 

      It was the last day you were working on this big project together when you two started talking about other things. You had decided to take a break from working for a little bit and Eddie was on board obviously. 

      “Yeah I really wasn’t sure we would actually be able to get this done together. I was going to offer to do it but I figured you’d might have thought I was stupid or something, so you wouldn’t want me doing it alone. And I didn’t want you to have to do it alone. I promise, I’m civilized.” Eddie told you. You never really thought he was stupid, you just thought he hated school and didn’t care about it, which is true. But Eddie was nice to you, he always has been even if you two never talked prior to the project. 

      “I never thought you were stupid.” You tell him. 

      “Good. And I’m nice! Well, nice-er than anyone else in that class, which you seem to not like very much.” 

      “I don’t like anyone in there, except for maybe one student, and the teacher.” Eddie always thought you were cute.In fact, he has always had a massive crush on you, for a year and a half now. Ever since last year when the semester changed and he got a class with you.

      He didn’t want to say anything because he didn’t want to scare you off, especially since you were so shy and quiet. Eddie made a hum noise to signal that he hears and understands what you are saying. 

      “And you. I like you, Eddie.” You said, face heating up with a blush. Eddie notices your eyes on the ground, shifting around, and you fumbling with the sleeves on your sweater. To Eddie, these were telltale signs of a crush, but to you, it was just your normal behavior. Sure, you did like him like that, but you didn’t mean for it to sound that way. And you hadn’t realized it either. 

      “Really?” Eddie perked up, his heart beating a little quicker now, getting excited. You shyly nod your head. You were so shy because you didn’t talk to very many people, had a few friends, and they were all quiet too. Eddie, on the other hand, was loud and confident. 

      “Oh, I like you too.” He said to you with a beaming smile. To him, he just confessed his crush of a year and a half to you. To you, you just told him you don’t hate him. You hadn’t realized there was a misunderstanding, even when he started becoming more affectionate with you. 

      Eddie asked you to hang out later that week, and you agreed, because you have a crush on him. But he thinks it’s a date, so he takes you out to get food for lunch, then to a park to sit down and eat it. You two talk about school, he gossips to you about people he hates, and you listen. He talks about Hellfire, and Corroded Coffin, and you listen. 

      He brings you on another “date” to the movies, you two watch whatever happened to be playing at the time, which of course was a horror movie. During the movie you’d get scared. One time you even grabbed onto his arm, your face getting red from embarrassment, but he couldn’t tell. Eddie leaned over to whisper to you. 

      “Hey, whenever there is a scary part, you can just hide your face in my arm, okay sweetheart?” He says with a smile. A gorgeous smile, you can even see it very clearly in the dark. You slowly nod your head, understanding. Meanwhile, Eddie is smiling like a fool to himself, biting his lip in an attempt to hold it back. 

      The next date is a movie marathon at his trailer, which you agreed to, wondering why you have been hanging out together so much recently. Not to mention all the times he ignored the seating chart and sits next to you in class, walks you home after school, walks with you in the halls even if his class is on the other side of the building.  

      Eddie would also hold your hand in the hallway sometimes, but not too often to make you uncomfortable. He would hug you on your doorstep after he walked you home, or dropped you off from a “date”. 

      He would tell his friends about you, tell Wayne about you, all the while you had no idea he was talking about you like you were his s/o. You were though, but also you weren’t. But he wanted to be slow with you because he knows you're shy, so he hasn’t kissed you yet or called you his s/o outright. 

      So, for the next date, it was a movie marathon at his trailer. But he needed to rent some tapes first. So Eddie came by and picked you up to go pick out some movies and some snacks so you two could hang out together. You were friends with Robin, who was relatively surprised to see you walking around and hanging out with Eddie Munson.

      “Do you have an idea of what kind of movies you want to watch tonight, sweetheart?” The nickname that he had coined for you made your heart stutter and face flush. It made you even more shy so you would try to hide yourself a little in his leather jacket. You shook your head no, and let go of him, but he pulled you back into his side with an arm slung over your shoulders. 

      “How about you look around and pick one, and I will look around and pick one. Okay?” He offered. You nodded your head, heading over to the shelves of movies. After looking around for a few minutes, you noticed a familiar cover to a movie and slid it out. Back to the Future. You walked back over to Eddie to see a copy of Alien in his hands and you rolled your eyes at him. Eddie took the movie from your hands, put it on top of the counter, sliding it over to Robin. 

      After he paid, you two walked out, his hand on your back, to go buy some snacks for the movie night. Eventually, you two got everything you needed and went back to his trailer to watch the movies. Eddie popped in the first movie, Alien, and sat back on the couch, picking at the array of snacks in front of you two. He slung his arm across the back of the couch, a move to get closer to you during the movie without being too much. 

      Throughout the movie, you two moved closer together, you hiding in his shoulder at the parts you didn’t want to watch, and he would pull you to him. The rest of the movie, and through your movie pick, nothing much changed, except for the mood to be more relaxed. All of these moves Eddie has been making, made your heart race more than it would from just being with him. 

      Eventually the movies were over and you two would spend your time talking, flirting. It was casual to Eddie and flirting to you. Even after all the time, neither of you had recognized there was a misunderstanding at all. Eddie made it through the night again without revealing that he thought you two were together. Eventually, it was time for Eddie to get you home. 

      The drive there was quiet, as per usual, with music on, light chatter here and there. He pulled into your driveway, quickly rushing out of his side to open the door for you on your side. He opened it for you, and you hop out of the car, grabbing your back and mumbling a shy “thank you” to Eddie. He walks you up to your front door, the porch light still on. 

      He wants to kiss you, he really does, but he doesn’t want you to be uncomfortable. He rocks back and forth on his heels, debating whether or not he should do it. You place your bag over your shoulder and reach your arms out for a hug, it’s the first time you made a move first, instead of him. Eddie happily obliged and brought your body close to him, giving you a good squeeze. An idea popped into his head. 

      “Hey, um, corroded coffin is going to have a show Thursday night at the local bar, if you want to come. Maybe you could meet them. I mean if you are okay with that?” He offered to you.

      “Um, yeah sure, okay. Do you want to pick me up, or do you want me to meet you there?” You ask. 

      “Why don’t you meet me there, I have to get there early with the guys so we can set everything up.” You nodded to him, and turned around to unlock the door and go in for the night. 

      “G’night Eds.” 

      “Goodnight, sweetheart.” Eddie’s heart soared at hearing you call him Eds. You gave him a cute smile with rosy cheeks, and a little wave, and went into your house for the rest of the night. Eddie turned around too, to get back to his van with a big stupid smitten smile on his face. 

      A few days later of Eddie walking you to class, hugging you, holding your hand, messing with you in class, hanging out after school, Thursday came around and it was time to leave for the show. You pushed open the doors to the bar and found a stool to sit on at the bar to keep to yourself. You were going to invite friends, but they were very honest with you and straight up said no. 

      When Eddie and the band started playing, it amazed you at how good they actually were. Now you could tell that they were ametuer, but they still sounded pretty good. Eddie made it seem like it was more messing around than actual music, he downplayed it. He was… sort of humble about it. That is part of why you liked him, he was honest about things, but also didn’t want to make things seem more than they were. 

      His band members were pretty good too, you had recognized them from around school, you didn’t really have any classes with them but you still saw them in the hallways. Eddie and the rest of corroded coffin had something going for them. The show was over in an hour, and you were there clapping with some of the other people. He lied, there were more than five drunks. 

      Eddie came over to you after the show, giving you a big hug that almost lifted you off the stool. “I’m so glad you made it! How was it? Did you like it?” Eddie seemed a little nervous for the answer and you could tell, so you offered him a sweet smile, placing your hand over his and giving it a squeeze. 

      “I loved it, the way you talked about it made it sound like you were worse than you actually are.” You giggle, music to Eddie’s ears. 

      “Thanks sweetheart. Do you want to come meet them now?” You eagerly nodded your head and Eddie broke out into a smile once he realized that you were coming out of your shell more. He helped you hop down from the bar stool and squeezed your hand in his, dragging you over to his friends. 

      “Hey guys, this is my s/o, Y/N.” Your heart stopped for a moment, eyes widened a tiny bit. S/o? His friends smiled and said their “hi’s” and “hello’s” to you and you kept quiet, finally putting together all of the pieces. After chatting for about 20 minutes, you tugged on Eddie’s jacket and he turned his head towards you, “Yeah, baby?” God, your heart stewarts racing again, and your hands are sweating profusely now. 

      “I’m ready to go home.” He nodded, kissing you on the top of the head. Everyone else was going to ride home with one of the other members while Eddie took you home. You were incredibly quiet the rest of the car ride, which made Eddie a little nervous. Maybe he overstepped it by kissing your head, calling you his s/o?       His sweaty hands gripped on the steering wheel as his heart sank a little bit at the thought. He pulls into your driveway once again. You get out of the car on your own, pulled your keys out, and walked over to him. You grabbed Eddie’s hand and pulled him to your front door with you, opening it and getting inside. Nobody else seemed to be home, but to be safe, you led him to your room and sat down on the bed. Eddie stood nervously, heart racing, thinking he way overstepped earlier. 

      “I uh, I want to talk to you about something Eds.” You begin, and he nods his head nervously. “Earlier, did you call me your s/o?” Eddie’s heart sunk even further now, he definitely overstepped. You were bound to distance yourself from him, he was sure of it. He didn’t want to end this, he was having such a wonderful time, but you never pushed him away. Eddie looked at his worn out shoes on your soft and fluffy carpet, avoiding eye contact as he nodded. Now he feels bad for wearing his dirty shoes in your room. 

      “I’m not gonna lie Eddie…” a wave of embarrassment washed over his body. “I honestly had no idea. I d-didn’t know that those were all dates.” He died of embarrassment right there. 

      He looked up at you with wide, glossy eyes and said, “I’m sorry, I-I, I uh, should have said something. I guess I j-just thought that you liked me or something. It was stupid of me to assume, I’m so so sorry.” He let out, his voice wobbly as he’s trying his hardest to hold back tears. 

      How embarrassing he thought to himself, the person I liked for so long, I dragged them on all these dates with me, only they weren’t dates and I was just making a fool of myself. What if they only went with me to not be rude? Was it out of pity? Well duh Eddie come on. Eddie was hard on himself. 

      Your eyes widened and you quickly corrected him, “No, no! Don’t worry.” You shot up and went over to him, grabbing his hands in yours. “Eddie I liked spending that time with you, I just wish I had known they were dates, you know? I honestly thought that’s just how you were.” One of your hands boldly reached up and cupped one side of his face. Eddie looked at you as if you had hung the stars in the sky for him, his eyes sparkling. 

      “No. You’re special. I’m fully, 100% in love with you.” He said dreamily, then shaking his head, “I know it’s a lot, but I’ve just liked you for so long, I wanted to believe that you felt the same way.”       “I do feel the same way Eddie, I do like you, a lot actually. In fact, all of those dates made me realize just how much I like you. I’m glad we spent that time together, now I know that I won’t be wasting my time with you. Thank you for being with me all this time, even though I was too blind.” 

      “You were blind? No no no, I was, I mean I thought we were dating for christ sakes.” You giggled again. Eddie places his hands on your waist, “Is this okay?” You nodded. Eddie stayed staring, looking into your eyes. His own eyes flitting down to your lips and back up, slightly opening his mouth to say something. You rolled your eyes with a smile. 

      “Oh jesus, just kiss me already, Eds.”

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[eddiemunsonloml3oooc]

love of my life *confessing your love to your bestfriend EDDIE MUNSON*

 here you were stuck in the upside down with eddie ready for the big plan all you needed to do was help him with the soundgear nothing else nothing more you just needed to shut up and never confess his feelings for him maybe it was in 7th grade when you start falling for him that time in math class or maybe in highschool when you guys started the hellfire club toghether god knows but now here you were  alone with him ready to defeat some monster you had no idea lived in hawkins worst doing it in an upside down universe "come on sweetheart we need to hurry '' eddie said , he was not feeling himself something was off '' edds are you ok?what s wrong talk to me" you walked closer facing him he could not look into your eyes ''nothing,im alright dont worry kay" '' no dont pull that shit on me i ve know you for 16 years munson come on '' you didnt realised how nervous he was untill you saw his arms shaking 'im just.... if i dont make it out of there you have to promise me...'' tears were starting to gather up in your eyes you were speachless ''shut up'' you cut him off with a dead serious tone ''listen to me''he begged ''No ,i swear to god if i here that phrase one more time im killing you myself' ''y/n'' he already regretted saying it just by the look on your face eddie stepped towards you much closer now you could feel his warm,his hands were touching your checks you didnt realised tears were falling ''eddie if you dare to die ,i...i dont think i ll be able to breath again,not without you by my side''you looked into his big brown soft eyes ,he didnt know what to say anymore ''please stop crying i hate it when you cry .''he paused for a moment ''...remember when we were eight and you cut your finger and i had no fucking clue what to do and you just started bawling and i panicked please dont make me panick please princess stop crying im not dead look at me im alive ok please''you were a mess ,a fucking mess for your best friend you were ready to tell him how much you loved him ofc he already knew you did but not in that non platonic way ''guys WE HAVE TO HURRY NOW ''dustin shouted from the roof intrerupting your conversation and what could have possibly been a love confession ''come on lets go ''you said taking his hand in yours ready to confront whatever the night may bring everything was ready to atractt the demobats you were nervous way to scared and however pissed that you had your chance of confessing your love and blew it away like a dumbass while you were inside your head dustin screamed from afar''eddie NOW'' ''this is for you y/n'' he said taking his guitar ready for the battle you were speachless he started playing master of puppets and you were on your knees literally ''10 more seconds edds" he played that guitar like his life depended on it,like he was a god send from heaven to make everysingle one of those bats crumble ''5 seconds ''

he finishes his solo ,the bats were approaching ,everything was moving so fast he took your hand and you ran still mesmerized by his performance bats were coming from all over the place you fought some that got in the trailor adrenaline was pumping through your veins so hard you didnt realised one of those creatures was sucking on your arm 'FUCKING HELL'' you tried to get it off but it didnt buldge ''DONT MOVE'' eddie shouted piercing the bats head with a knife ''y/n ARE YOU ALRIGHT LOOK AT ME '' your vision was blurry but you could still stand ''im fine dont worry'' ''LOVERBIRDS LETS GO ''dustin kept shouting ''come on love you go first let me help you ''eddie said you could feel how worried he was shaking all over you both made it on the other side . everything was blurry adrenaline was still pumping you were both drained sitting on his matress this was it.you had enough you could not hold it in you anymore you climbed over him sitting in his lap he didnt seam to mind he was use with you using him as a chair ''y/n?are you alright are  you bleeding where are you hurt show me''eddie said searching for evidence of demonbats marks on your arms you stopped him ''eddie munson look at me,what you did there'' you stopped still not aware what you were about to say''what you did there on that roof was the hottes bravest shit i have ever witnessed'' you saw that smirk forming on his face that silly smirk of his all you could do was look at his plump lips stained with some fresh  blood from the fight you took a deep breath everything was about to change your whole friendship might fall apart but you could not keep it inside you anymore it was tearing you apart

''eddie i ve been in love with you for such a long time and im such a fool for not confessing earlier and im sorry if it s gonna ruin our friendship but hell... i ve loved you for so long my heart hurts all i can think about is you ,you r on my  mind everyday and everyday i see you and i just want you to look at me and only me '' that was it you said it his face was so hard to read you were ready for him to reject you ,to break you ''you dont know how much i ve waited for this''his voice was raspy his hands already on your waist his touch felt like fire everywhere he moved his hands ...fire ''do you know how annoyoing it is to wake up..... and the first think that gets in my head is you? for all this time all i ve see was you ,my best friend my princess my d&d partner love of my life'' he cupped your face he was so close tears of joy started forming in  his eyes you were speachelss ''kiss me '' is all you had to say for him to smash his lips onto yours .your mouth was burning everything was spining you thought it was a dream untill he picked you up and sat you on the counter ''you r the only reason i exist sweatheart '' he said before kissing your neck hitting the right spot ''i dont know what i would do without you edds ''you whispered in his ear

[ghostdaichi]

My Kids Think I’m the Cooler DM

Eddie x Reader

In which Lucas, Dustin, and Mike tell Eddie they can’t play in a spur of the moment Hellfire session because their first ever DM was back home from college.

(AN. Fem. Aligned use of the words “girl” and “lady” Pretty much self indulgent, I am a DM myself so having a who’s the better Dungeon Master fight seems fun; no warnings other than cursing)

Requests are open!

(Not my gif)

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“Sorry Eddie we can’t play tonight, it was too short notice.”

“Sinclair you are already on my shit list for missing the beginning of last week’s session because of your stupid laundry basket game.” Eddie slams his hands down on the lunch table, making all three of the freshmen jump.

“Seriously it won’t happen again, it’s just-“

Mike was quickly cut off by Dustin, the only one who knows he can diffuse the situation.

“It’s just that our old DM is coming into town and we only ever get to play this campaign like twice a year!”

“Is this that Byers kid you were telling me about?” Eddie seemed to be calming down more, he knows how hard planning outside sessions can be.

“Oh no, this is the person that taught Will everything he knows!” Mike responds, nudging Lucas to talk the former game master up.

“Yeah Chaos is totally awesome Eddie!” He paused before looking at Dustin, “I grant you this one pass, on account of I brought up the session today” The boys began to cheer before Eddie cut them off once again. “And, I will be making an appearance tonight to meet this so called ‘Chaos’.”

The boys didn’t exactly tell their old DM that Eddie was going to be there. They knew you’d be apprehensive to meeting him, even more so seeing you run your game. There have been times in the past where players, specifically male players, judged you for being a DM. So you weren’t too keen on letting people into your group. They knew you would say no if they had asked you if Eddie could watch so it was just better for them to ask forgiveness.

The time had finally come. You were back home in Hawkins for about a week due to spring break. It has been almost a year since your last session and you wanted to make it the best possible. Your parents had let you deck out the basement completely as your D&D room so there was full ambience. You took red, purple, and gold scarves and put them over lamps to create colored lighting, the foam setting was intricately built in the middle of your giant game table, and the snack table was covered with pizza, drinks, and any other snacks teens would die for. You were proud of the work you’ve done over the past few years, it was actually starting to look like an actual dungeon.

The sound of loud footsteps shakes you from your thoughts, you look over to the clock and it reads 7 o’clock. As if on cue, your three favorite dipshits come running down the stairs.

“Chaos!” Mike, Lucas, and Dustin nearly tackle you to the ground with a hug. “Holy shit you are all so big now!” It has been about a year in a half since you’ve seen them so it makes sense. You knew that Will had moved to California which was sad because you had taken him under your wing for so long. “I take you all got the letters I sent?” They all nod excitedly. “Great, now my intrepid heroes, go be seated and we will start momentarily.”

Just as you were about to sit down, you hear heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. You were just expecting it to be one of your parents but they were out for the night so it couldn’t possibly be them. The freshmen look at the door, knowing who it was but they looked terrified either way. You put a finger over your mouth as you grab a nearby prop sword. The basement door swings open and you swing the sword. A chorus of screams from everyone as your weapon makes contact with the intruder’s stomach. He doubles over, clutching his midsection. “Ow what the hell!” “Who the hell are you?!”

You’re still pointing your sword when Dustin steps between you and the curly haired guy. “Chaos, this is Eddie Munson, Eddie, this is (Y/n) (L/n) or Chaos.” Dustin turned to you, “he invited himself, I was just about to tell you then he came down the stairs. He’s our current DM, can you please lower your arm?” You put the sword back in its stone and sit down at the head of the table, behind your screen.

“If he must join us, he will keep his mouth shut and watch the session. Maybe he’ll learn a thing or two.” Eddie now realized why the freshmen weren’t as scared of him as people normally are, this lady was terrifying. Though he was immediately drawn into the session before it even started. He was intrigued. As soon as everyone takes their seats, you begin to tell your tale.

Many hours and pizzas later, the session came to a conclusion. The boys were all on the edge of their seats when you started setting up the story for the next session. They all started packing up their things when Eddie approached you.

“That was…incredible! I wasn’t expecting something like that from-“ “A girl?” You cut him off defensively, you thought you know what was coming. “No! I was going to say from someone so hot..I can see why they call you Chaos, that was awesome!” You relax a little, laughing over his sentiments. “I know I’m great, and now I haven’t seen you DM but I’m pretty sure that my kids think I’m a better DM.” “Oh we will have to see about that one. We have a session a few days from now, if you’re brave enough to show.” “I might take you up on that one. May the best DM win.” You smile sticking a hand out for Eddie to shake. “I will see you then, Lady Chaos. Have a good night.” He turns your hand over and brings it to his lips.

Dustin, Lucas, and Mike start snickering and making fun of you two before you both turn and glare at them. “Alright get out of my house.” They all run off, Eddie leaving last and sending you a wink before running up the stairs. Maybe visitors weren’t such a bad thing.

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Part 2 is out now!