#st4 vol 2

[very-feral-lesbian]

i’ve been seeing a lot of people weighing in on whether steve taking eddies last name or eddie taking steve’s last name.

im of the opinion that i think that they would just choose a random name and both change their names. i feel like they both have some trauma associated with their names (steve with his dad/parents and eddie with his family situation) so they just wanna take some nonsensical other name and both have it

[starboygrove]

[rhaenyratargayen]

stranger things 4 + tumblr text posts

[manicformunson]

corroded coffin groupie

master list

pairing eddie munson x fem!reader

summary reader has been coming back to Hawkins every tuesday to the hideout for two years just to see eddie munson's band

note this is pure filth. im sorry but everytime I see this man I am feral

Eddie Munson, the man every parent in Hawkins warned their daughters about. The freak with his long untamed hair and tattoos, his dnd club and beat up van that always had 'the devil's music' blaring. Y/N's own parents even advised that she steer clear of him while in school but something about him had always caught her eye.

Maybe that's why Y/N found herself here in the bar where his band played, always her in stool by the bar almost every Tuesday at 9 'o clock on the dot for nearly two years and never failing to buzz with excitement from watching Eddie play so passionately.

Y/N sipped her cheap beer, bouncing her leg in anticipation until she was startled by a man plopping down in the stood beside hers. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the very same head of hair she'd been dreaming about and much to Y/N's embarrassment, she choked on her beer when she noticed it was Eddie, which made him jump a little and hesitantly pat her back. "Hey, you okay?"

Y/N's eyes widened and waved him off, coughing in her fist before nodding. "Yeah, yeah just went down the wrong pipe." After she got her breathing under control, Y/N held out her hand to him, "Y/N." He smirked at her and took it, "Eddie."

The feeling of his rings against her hand made her mind think about how'd they feel against her neck, but she squashed that thought down as soon as they pulled away.

Eddie smiled at her once again before flagging down the bartender, "Another one for her, and beer for me."

The bartender nodded and turned to get two beers before setting them down in front of the pair. Eddie grabbed his and tilted it towards Y/N. "Thanks," She said hiding the smile by continuing to sip her beer.

"Aren't you supposed to play tonight?" Y/N asked, she was a little bit tipsy already and she was fueled by new found courage. Plus Eddie had never really talk to her before so Y/N was going to take advantage of this moment.

"Unfortunately, our idiot drummer broke his leg so no show tonight." Eddie huffed before taking a gulp of beer. He turned to her and noticed that Y/N looked familiar, he had seen her at The Hideout a lot. "You come here often?"

Y/N shrugged with a smile, "Sometimes, I happen to like the music." She couldn't help the way her cheeks flushed when Eddie raised his eyebrows and turned to face her, "Well shit, I hate that you couldn't hear us tonight." Y/N pouted playfully before he leaned in closer. "Maybe you could come back to mine and I could, you know play you something?"

The way Eddie's breath tickled Y/N's neck made her stomach knot in arousal. Suddenly his hand was on her back in a much more sensual way, and his eyes were shamelessly staring her up and down.

Y/N bit her lip, chugging the last bit of her beer before placing her hand on his knee and squeezing, "Let's go hot shot."

—ﾉ*.✧

"So, this is my castle." Eddie said after opening the van door for Y/N. Once she stepped out he held out his hand for her to take, which she did and they walked up the small porch together.

Eddie opened the door for her, inviting her in with a hand low on her back. Once inside, Eddie led her back to his room where she sat on his bed and watched him take a pretty sick looking guitar off the wall.

"Any special requests sweetheart?"

Y/N pretended to think for a moment, lying down on his bed on her side with her head in her hand. Her position made the dress she wore hike up around her thighs and Eddie couldn't help but notice how good they looked.

"Um Gypsy, Dio." She muttered, laughing at the way Eddie's face broke into a wide smile as he shook his head and began strumming, "Jesus, who are you and where have you been all my life?" Y/N simply shrugged, "Around."

She watched Eddie's fingers skillfully play and, like every time she watched him play, her body buzzed. Maybe it was the beers she had had earlier or maybe it was being so close to him now, but her arousal kept coming in waves with almost every line he had sang and she was certain her panties showed evidence of that.

Y/N played with the hem of her dress, knowing Eddie's eyes were glued to her movements, before her fingers danced between her thighs. Eddie had stopped playing now, sliding off his guitar to set it down and was now sporting a semi in his jeans.

"You know," She moaned out, opening her legs so she could get better access to her soaked pussy. "I've been coming to the, ugh!" She interrupted herself, pushing her panties aside and crying out after sliding her middle finger inside her seeping hole.

Eddie groaned at the pretty noises Y/N was making and started to palm his erection through his pants as she continued, "T-The Hideout for two, god, two years just to watch you."

Y/N turned so she was on her back with her legs spread obscenely wide and back arching off the bed whiles she played with her own throbbing clit. Her whimpers fueled Eddie on to pull his cock out and pump it slowly. "I know, I've seen you there in your little fucking dresses. Just hoping to get my attention huh princess?"

The sight of his cock made Y/N drool, she needed to feel the wait if it on her tongue like it was life and death. Y/N rolled over on her stomach and crawled over until she could smell Eddie's own arousal. He wasted no time as he gripped her hair, causing her to moan and open her mouth, inviting his delicious cock in.

"Need my dick so bad, don't you sweetheart?"

Eddie teased, tapping his leaking tip against her tongue before sliding it between Y/N's red lips. Watching her so eagerly accept his cock made Eddie so unbelievably horny that he really did start to question whether or not she fell from heaven just to find him.

With his hand still gripping her hair, he bobbed her head to meet his thrust until he was sure he was fixing to blow his load down her throat. Eddie didn't want to, not yet he had to have her, had to feel her pussy around him.

Eddie pulled her off, making her whine but he shushed her and helped her to her feet. He held her face in his hands, pressing their sweaty foreheads together and groaning as she wrapped her soft gentle fingers around him. "Need to feel your cunt around me. 's that okay?"

Y/N nodded and Eddie kissed her with all teeth an tongue, desperate for her body before they both fell back on the bed with him on top of her. She pulled the bottom of his shirt up, breaking their fever kiss for a split second and allowing him to take it off and throw it somewhere.

The next thing to go was her dress, Eddie's hands raked up her thighs and roughly pulled it off and shamelessly stared in awe at her almost naked frame. Y/N's face flushed red at his eyes, and her shakey hands reached behind her to unclasp her bra before Eddie hurried to slid it off.

His hands flew to her tits, pinching her nipples as their lips locked once again. Y/N gasped into his mouth when she felt his cock grinding against her still clothed core. "God, please." She mumbled against his lips and sliding her fingers through his belt loops, "Please Eddie."

Eddie only moved his lips down to attach themselves to a sensitive spot on Y/N's neck before pushing his pants down and all but tearing her panties off before tossing her right leg over his shoulder.

"Keeping these for later." Eddie smirked with her panties in his hands and grabbing hers, holding them above her head as he slid inside her warm wet entrance.

Y/N cried out so loud Eddie was positive someone would complain tomorrow about his indiscretions, but right now his mind was clouded with her sweet pussy. He set a rough pace and nearly creamed right there when Y/N arched her back and cried out his name.

Eddie never wanted to hear anyone else say his name ever again, just Y/N screaming it to the roof tops much like she was doing now. He knew he wouldn't last long, her smell, her body, her voice was all too much for him and then she got one of her hands free and yanked his hair roughly.

"Shit Y/N," Eddie did not expect for that to feel as good as it did. "Do that again and shit, I'll be putty in your hands sweet cheeks."

Y/N did in fact keep pulling his hair, and squeezing around his cock almost every time he thrusted into her until her vision when white and she yanked Eddie's head back, creaming on his dick. Eddie came not too long after seeing Y/N's completely fucked out face, pulling out and burying his face in her neck as he jizzed on her stomach.

The two laid together for a second, catching their breath until Eddie leaned up to kiss her again, "Jesus, you," He smirked down at her, "Are the literal woman of my wet dreams." Y/N giggled and wrapped her arms around him neck, "I would say the same thing about you hot shot."

They lazily made out for a few more minutes until Y/N noticed the jizz drying on her stomach. "Shit, do you mind if I shower?" She almost felt stupid for asking, but Eddie's contagious smile reassured her. "As long as you don't mind me joining you."

Y/N couldn't help but laugh, "Fine, as long as you promise me another song?" Eddie jumped up, offering a hand to her as he bowed. "You got it 'mlady."

[l44serbeam]

walk you home

robin buckley x fem!reader summary : robin has seen y/n, around a lot recently. Now, at a party Steve dragged her to, she thought the night couldn't get any worse but right when she was about to leave, she notices her stumbling into the bathroom, way too sad for her liking. a/n : This is very directly inspired by Walk You Home by Sir Chloe cause i was listening to it and for some reason imagined Robin to it and i HAD to write it. Also lmk if y’all are interested in a part 2.

    ❀ warnings: fluff, underage drinking, cursing, mentions of vomit, nothing really inappropriate just that ‘boobs’ are mentioned and y/n mentions hooking up with a girl

The blaring music and loud chatter had Robins mind running in circles. She thought that maybe with a drink or two would help ease her mind, as Steve suggested, but it made everything ten times worse.

The edge of the alcohol made the terrible music unbearable and Steve's constant hollering also didn’t aid her in any way. 

Now, sitting on a crooked couch, one of its legs missing and making it tilt and violently shake at the slightest movements, Robin sat there. Her eyes were scanning the room and bodies of people dancing, her drink held in between her knees and hands covering it. 

“ROBBYY!” Steve hollered from her right. She looked up at him, her face coated in annoyance. The man flopped onto the couch besides her, making it rock back and creak. 

“Shit.” He mumbled, abruptly throwing his torso forward and bending down to look at the missing leg of the couch. 

He was very drunk. 

“Steve, why did i let you drag me here.” Robin said, trying to raise her voice over the music. 

“Because, Robin. You!” He brought up his pointer finger to Robins face, attempting to boop her nose but missing and poking her cheek. “Are my dearest friend. Best i might even say.” 

Robin rolled her eyes and swatted his hand away. “I wanna go but i don’t want to leave you here considering you’re shit-faced. How’re you getting home?”

“WOw Buckeroo. You are a greeeeaaat friend.” He said, truly seeming to mean it. “I’m probably just gonna walk. It’s just like two blocks.” 

“Ok. I’ll call you in the morning dingus.” She said without missing a moment to get up to go. 

Robin pushed her way through the crowd of people, getting pushed around back and forth. 

As she made it through, she saw her. Y/n y/l/n.

Robin had seen her around the block, only living two houses away from each other. She was the girl Robin stared at from afar. She was the girl Robin thought of every night before going to bed and the girl she endlessly ranted to Steve about.

According to him, there was no way y/n wasn’t gay. He pointed out the doodles of boobs on her converse, the rainbow bracelet she always had on and the suspicious pins she had on her back pack.

Robin excused it, saying y/n was merely a teenage girl with a colorful style and unique taste in bands and movies.

But, there she was, in all her glory. She wore a loose black floral dress and black jean jacket on top with her doodle coated converse. Her hair was tucked behind her ears and eyes dull, staring into the shot glass in her hand as she leaned against the wall. 

Guess I’m not the only one having a shitty time. Robin thought. Robin stopped her movements, standing to the side of the crowd as she watched her from a distance, admiring her. 

Just before Robin was about to turn and leave, y/n looked up into the crowd, her eyes looking forward and catching a glimpse of something she obviously didn’t want to see. Then, she pushed herself off of the wall and bolted in the direction of the bathroom.

She was obviously upset. 

Instead of going the other way to the exit of the house, she instinctively pushed her way through the crowd once again and towards the bathroom. When she made it to the door of the bathroom, it was slightly open.

She slowly leaned in, putting her ear near the crack. 

All she heard were sniffles and quiet cries. With that, she slowly opened the door to see y/n sitting on the ground, hands on her face and makeup running down her cheeks. 

“Y/n?” Robin called gently, backing the girl look up. 

“Shit, Robin. Hey.” She said, wiping the tears off her face. 

Robin stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her, this time fully. 

“Sorry i like barged in. I didn’t mean to. Well i mean, i kinda did i guess. I- i saw you run in here and you looked pretty upset and i wanted to make sure you’re ok but i shouldn’t have just walked in, sorry about that.” Robin rambled, her hands fiddling with one another. 

Y/n laughed lightly, wiping her nose. “Thanks. Im ok but could you help me up?” 

“Y-yes of course of course.” Robin said quickly, grabbing the shot glass out of her hand and placing it on the bathroom counter and then helping her up. Almost tripping as she stood up, Robin put one hand under her arm and the other on her waist.

“Thanks.” y/n said, looking up to make eye contact with the girl. 

“No problemo.” Robin said, her eyes wide as she looked back at her. She felt her heart beat grow faster at the place where her hand rested and the closeness of their faces, the smell of cheap tequila and lavender invaded her senses. Robin wanted to be bathed in the scent. 

After a moment of silence, Robin cleared her throat and brought back her hands. Y/n couldn't lie, a hint of disappointment struck in her at the retreat of Robins hands.

“Sorry about this. Just saw some shit I'd rather not have seen.” Y/n said, clearly avoiding having to explain what it was. Robin wasn’t about the pressure her so instead, she nodded understandingly. 

“Get how that feels.” She related, unknowingly comforting y/n.

Y/n turned to face the mirror and began using a wet tissue to wipe off her smeared makeup. Robin stood behind her, looking at her through the mirror.

In all honesty, she had no idea what to do. It was the first time she’d ever found the girl she secretly liked crying on the bathroom floor at a party and she really did not feel like messing this up.

What would Steve do, what would Steve do. Robin repeated to herself, racking through her brain to find some kind of guidance that would suggest what would be most appropriate to do. 

“Can i walk you home?” Robin finally asked as y/n threw away the tissue. 

Y/n turned to face her and smiled “That'd be great but i don't want to drag you away from the party just cause i'm a crybaby.”

“No no no, i was just about to leave. I swear, you could ask Steve. Plus you live like really close to me so it's not like it would be to taxing. That sounded kinda weird, that i know where you live. I'm not a stalker or anything like that it's just i've seen you leave your house a few times in the morning before school so i thought it was pretty safe to assume you live there.” Robin nervously rambled. 

It was quite cute, the way she did. At least y/n thought so. 

Y/n giggled at Robins endless loop of self incrimination then attempt at explanation, incriminating herself again in the explanation.

“Ok then, shall we, stalker girl?” Y/n said, gesturing to the bathroom door, Robin blushing hard at the name.

“Y-yeah.” She said.

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“There’s no way!” Robin laughed.

“No, i'm not kidding! I swear to god he literally projectile vomited ALL over her. It was insane! I didn’t know what to do!” Y/n said, telling Robin about a party incident from a few days ago.

The night was warm, the smell of summer rising from the earth. The two walked along the side of the road, dimly illuminated by the old street lights above them. 

Robin walked with her hands stuffed in the pocket of her jacket, looking at y/n as she told the story.

Robin was happy to see there was no reminisces of sadness on her face. Only a big bright smile.

“I think i would’ve immediately run. I don't do well with vomit. Not after an incident from a while back.” Robin added, face contorting in disgust at the memory of Steve and her on the bathroom floor after escaping the Russian base, the bathroom spinning around her endlessly.

Y/n laughed at Robins expression, looking directly at her eyes. “Must’ve been truly horrid.”

“Terrifying.”

Robin looked up from the ground and to y/n’s gaze, the two smiling at each other once they walked. 

Y/n thought Robin was the most beautiful girl shed laid eyes on. Cheeks so rosy and thousands of freckles. She had a smile like no other and lips so delightfully pink and kissable it should be illegal.

“I like you Buckley. Don’t know why we aren’t closer.” Y/n said, nudging her with her elbow. 

Robin blushed and looked back down at the ground. Little did y/n know just how much that made Robins heart speed. 

After a beat of silence, Robin decided to speak up.

“Trent is an asshole.” She said.

Y/n looked at her eyes wide and face slightly shocked.

Noting her confusion, Robin elaborated. “I saw you were looking at him and Kim making out before you ran away. Don’t let a dick like that make you upset. You deserve better.”

“Yeah.” Y/n smiled at Robin, but there was something behind that smile. Not sadness as one would expect, but almost a slight etch of fear. She looked to the ground and swallowed harshly.

“I’m sorry did i say something wrong.” Robin began, her own fear growing. “I’m sorry if i said something to make you upset but i can tell you are and that’s totally my fault i mean it’s just what i assumed from the sight-”

“No no no, you’re alright. It’s not that you’re wrong either. I- i am upset because of Trent but, not in the way you think.” Y/n suddenly stopped walking, a wave of nerves hitting her, making her chew on her lower lip.

“Whats up?” Robin said, also stopping and standing in front of y/n.

“You’re cool right? I mean you see so. Y-you aren’t like other people here. Total assholes.” Y/n stuttered.

Robin nodded carefully. “Id like to think so.” She chuckled, scratching the back of her neck.

“I wasn’t upset because Trent was dancing with another girl. I was upset cause the girl that broke my heart was dancing with him.” Y/n confided.

Robins eyes went wide. “What?”

“We hooked up and i caught feelings then she told me she was ‘just experimenting’. It’s not that i still want to be with her, it’s just the shots made me kinda sulky.” She shrugged, looking away from Robins face.

Robin stood quiet, eyes wide and mouth agape, her hands out of her pockets and hanging by her sides.

Steve was right. She couldn’t believe it. She knew that at the moment she should be providing comfort for the fact the girl before her was played, but she was just to happy.

“Robin?” Y/n said, worry growing in the pit of her stomach.

“Me too.” Robin blurted, y/n furrowing her eyebrows confused. “I a-also like girls. Not experimentally or anything but like really. Like i- i mean… woman, am i right? But that’s great you do too i didn’t know there were more people like me around here. I mean, woo!”

Robins rambling made y/n chuckle slightly, then making Robin also giggle.

“God, i’m so sorry i talk a- a lot. I should really stop.”

“You’re cute Buckley.” Y/n laughed, beginning to resume walking, leaving Robin standing, a blush on her face and an all consuming smile.

Turning and returning to y/n’s side, the two walked. They walked in silence.

Robin wasn’t one to like long periods of silence. Whether it was around friends, her parents, or even when she was alone. But this silence, it was like none other she’d experienced.

It was comforting. No tension in the air and the gentle bouncing of the them bumping into each other as they walked was enough to keep Robins mind grounded, an inevitable smile remaining present on her face.

After a few seconds, y/n brought her hand up to the back of Robins arm, cautious and gentle. Almost as though she were testing the waters.

When Robin separated her arm, putting her elbow out towards y/n. Taking her approval, y/n interlocked her arm with Robins and leaned her head slightly on her shoulder.

Robin felt her heart beat increase. Combating the urge to grin like a maniac.

“This is me, Buck.” Y/n said, halting and making Robin stop in the process.

“Dear god never call me that again.” Robin laughed. She stepped forward in front of y/n.

Once their laughter died down, the two just stood there, under the light above them, Robin with her hands in her pockets and y/n fiddling with hers in front of her.

“So, i wanna ask you something. You totally don’t have to say yes and just know i’m not asking this just cause you’re the only other girl around here i know that also likes other girls. Like i totally like you for you and i have for a while now so, again, don’t feel obligated but do-”

“Yes.”

“Yes to?”

“Yes to going on a date with you.” y/n assured.

“Ok. Great! Awesome. Truly wonderful.” Robin said, slightly louder than she would’ve liked.

“Tomorrow, my place at 6. Bring movies.” Y/n said, Robin nodding.

“Sounds great.”

“I’ll see you then, Buck.” y/n said and turned around to walk up to her house, but, not before leaning forward and kissing Robins cheek.

Robin stood on the street, staring at y/n go into her house and holding back every urge to jump up and down.

Holy shit i have to go tell Steve.

[greengoblinswifey]

Smut request, eddie enjoys spitting on your pussy and making out with you inbetween

"Come on baby girl, meet my thrusts," Eddie panted.

You were too lost in pleasure to register what he said, all you could think about was how good he was fucking you. How good it felt to have his cock deep inside you. You swore you could almost feel him in your cervix. He rolled his hips beautifully to meet yours, making sure you felt all of him and he could feel all of you.

His reach down and rubbed your clit with his thumb then--he spat on your pussy. You moaned at the gesture and he did it again, also spitting on his cock before slamming back into you. It made you wetter than before, the squelching noises filling your room making this evident.

"So fucking wet," he moaned, "gimme a kiss."

With his cock still inside you, he leaned down and captured your plump lips in a messy kiss.

[bonnies-animatrussy]

Everyone else: *simps for eddie, steve, robin, basically any relevant character*

Me:

[haluton]

I have convinced myself that the rest of the fruits drag Eddie outta upside down from the portal and try to patch him up and then the goverment thingy comes and takes Eddie to heal to a secret hospital thingy and tell them (+Dustin) to keep it a secret until it's the right time and then Eddie'll be in season 5 and woo everything is ok and Steve and him are boyfriends because they did NOT leave Eddie's DAMN BODY to rot into the upside down.

[edscreepypaper]

STRANGER THINGS SPOILER

eddie munson will never get to watch the lord of the rings movies

[robin-buck1ey]

Look where we started

And how far we’ve come

Ronance, every one 🙌

(Gifs not made by me my wifi is down using data so gifs won’t load through tumblr gif option so I just saved to my camera-roll so by no means to I claim credit for these gifs my focus was on comparing them not creating :) <3 )

[tsukina-1-9-9-8]

spoilers st4 vol 2

Here is my release before I go to see The Umbrella Academy to relax and clear my mind of so much suffering.

Let's be completely and openly honest. Beyond our anger...

WHAT AN UNNECESSARY AND SILLY DEATH OF EDDIE MUNSON. He not only was she the purest and best person in the universe. Also, his death was COMPLETELY AVOIDABLE and the Duffer brothers didn't even have the dignity to clear the character's name. Okay, I get it, people die, Eddie didn't have superpowers, and he was so good that he didn't know how to think about himself, only about others… But AT LEAST CLEAR HIS NAME, LEAVE HIS POOR UNCLE IN PIECE. BULLSHIT WITH THE REFERENCES TO THE REALITY IN THE EIGHTIES, IT IS ALREADY CLEAR. I feel like it's a death they're going to regret eventually... Also, for the cherry on the cake, it's like the third or fourth time they use the same formula for a new character. It ends up being predictable. If they introduce someone in the fifth season, I don't care if he is the fucking president of the USA, for me he will die lol. I'm upset, but more than anything I think because his death was super avoidable, it could not happen without any problem. Eddie will remain in our hearts, we truly know that he was always a true hero.

PD: I had joked that if Eddie died, I was going to tattoo him on myself…..

I'm not kidding at all rn.

[very-feral-lesbian]

eddie definitely would need alot of reassurance that steve is serious and that he isnt fucking with him about being into him.

eddie has harmlessly jokingly or drunkenly flirted with straight guys forever, this is nothing new to him. but steve, steve keeps going further than the others. steve touches him arm, is always in his space, and is the one to reach out for them to hang out, calling his place or showing up at his gigs without eddie even talking about them to him.

once they actually kiss, eddie enjoys it before immediately stepping back and asking steve a million times “are you sure?” and “you can change your mind” and “am i dreaming?” he just can’t believe he’s kissing steve. steve harrington who would poke fun of kids like him at school, steve harrington who dated nancy wheeler. steve harrington who he’s been flirting with for months, who he’s kissing.

and steve would do whatever eddie needed to try and make him understand that he wants this, needs eddie. he comes over and hangs with wayne, bonding with him over sports that makes eddie roll his eyes. he shows up at hellfire to support him and the kids, just being in the background or driving them. he’s the loudest in the crowd during graduation, cheering over all the boos. he shows up in a way that no one ever did for him before and makes sure eddie never feels unloved.

[tal-vez-o-quizas]

The painting scene is the most passionate thing I have ever seen in Stranger Things.

Ever.

And it's not even a kissing scene...

I kid you not, the reactions that I’ve seen where people say that as well is insane. Everyone is floored by it and some people think the show won’t pick up where it left off from that lie Will made up right then and there?

Please.

[starboygrove]

stranger things s4 young adults headcanons, shampoo edition: 

Eddie: Coconut & Vanilla

Steve: Sandalwood

Nancy: Lavender

Robin: Citrus

Jonathan: Irish Spring

Argyle: Patchouli

[girlunionize]

my brother during the "big boy" scene: why is eddie flirting with steve?

[l44serbeam]

now i wanna, be your dog

eddie munson x metalhead!fem!reader summary: five times Eddie knew that he was undeniable head over heels for the leather wearing hellcat that rode into his life and rattled him in his boots (and by boots i mean doodle littered converse). a/n: okok so i've seen plenty cheerleader x eddie munson fics but i've seen like ONE metalhead x eddie fic which is much needed. Im talking like motorcycle riding, eyeliner wearing, beer shotgunning, motley crue enjoying bad ass bitch that can outsmoke eddie like theres no tomorrow. So, i made one :) this is literally the fluffiest of fluff, a bucket of sexual tension, and smut thrown in a basket and tossed back at you with a pink ribbon.      ❀ warnings: afab and she/her pronouns used, fluff, smut (number where smut occurs in bold) [riding, fingering, cum eating, pulling out] , drug use, under 21yo drinking, smoking (weed and cigarettes), cursing, y/n is said to wear heavy makeup, tiny little reference to blood, y/n is also said to have facial piercings. y/n is 18 here and in her senior year and Eddie is 19. ❀ poc friendly

Not responsible for your media consumption choices but preferably 16+ from here on down ;)

There was no doubt that from the second Eddie Munson laid his eyes on the new y/n y/l/n, she had him wrapped around her little ring covered finger.

With heavy black eyeshadow and lips blood red, the moment she stepped foot into Hawkins, he was right behind her, chasing her like a lost puppy.

Y/n had just moved to Hawkins, rumors of "the new girl" were circulating around the town like a wildfire.

Eddie didn't think much about the fact a new girl was around, only that it wasn't going to affect him much but on the first day of school he was proved extremely wrong.

1.

The very first day of the new school year, Eddie jumped out of his van and was in the process of locking his door when he heard an unfamiliar roar of a motor behind him.

He turned around and caught a glimpse of a motorcycle driving into the student parking lot, much faster than allowed. The motorcycle in itself was what initially had him reeling. It was a Suzuki Katana, painted a dark red. So dark it almost looked black when the sun wasn't hitting it. All his years in the treacherous highschool and in this horrid town and never once had he seen that bike.

On it, was what he last expected to be riding it. A woman? Now, it's not that Eddie had any issue with it, but here? In Hawkins, Indiana?

There was no way that wasn't the new girl because trust me, Eddie would have noticed her before.

The second thing that caught his attention as he walked in the direction of where the girl was pulling into, was her shirt. It was baggy and the sleeves had been torn off, the sides of her black bra showing when she lifted her arms. It was dark grey and had a white design, the words 'Iron Maiden' large in the front and in the back had all of the dates and places of their 1984-1985 'World Slavery' tour. It was one of Eddies favorite bands.

As she parked the bike, turning off the engine and throwing her bag over her shoulder, some kid jumped up besides her.

"That's a beautiful ride ya got there." He said. Caught by surprise, she flashed the boy a smile, the brightness of it contrasting the darkness of her eyes.

"Thanks. Fixed her up myself." She said, patting the seat.

After a beat of silence, Eddie stuck his hand out towards her.

"Eddie. Eddie Munson, but you, can call me whatever you please." He said, a smile much too sly on his face.

y/n couldn't lie, he wasn't bad looking. He was rather attractive. He didn't look like the jock kind. With hair almost as wild as hers, rings of skulls and gargoyles, patches and pins of various metal bands she was familiar with sewn into his jacket and converse completely covered in doodles of the most outrageous of things, he seemed just like her kind of person.

"Y/n y/l/n and i think i'll decide what to call you while you walk me to first period." She replied, walking past him and avoiding his hand which was still stuck out.

From then on, Eddie knew he was in for it.

2.

"Dude this is the worst shit i've ever fucking smoked." the girl giggled as she laid on the floor of Eddies van, her legs mounted up against the door of the van and her back on the ground.

"It's not that bad." Eddie slurred from his place in the beanbag.

They were parked out front of Eddie's trailer, using the van as a more convenient place to hotbox.

"There's no fucking way Rick doesnt have better shit to offer you. I mean your like his best... busboy. Where's the better shit? I think we should interrogate him." y/n muttered, bringing her legs off the wall and sitting up against it.

Eddie merely snorted at her struggle to sit up. Her eyeliner had smeared a little, now intense and under her eye. Strands of hair stuck onto the piercings on her face, causing her to swat them away, then lightly whine when her aggressive actions pulled on her piercing harshly.

"What are staring at, freak." y/n said playfully, looking up to Eddie who gazed at her from the beanbag, his eyes half opened and hair wild.

"You." He said. Thats what y/n liked about him. An honest man. Only one she'd ever met.

"Why don't you come here and get a little closer, maybe you'll see better." She lited, tilting her head to the side and smiling a smile so innocently titillating that made the boy swallow harshly, sitting up and leaning towards her.

His face was now mere centimeters away from hers, air hot and still reeking of pot. Her smile faltered slightly, now just a smirk.

Eddie was mesmerized. His lips parted as his breaths came in quiet pants. His eyes lazily flickered back and forth between her eyes and her lips.

If he were sober, he would've sealed the gap ages ago but now, countless puffs in and all he could think about was how soft her lips looked, the now faded crimson color looked so delicately venomous. Like one kiss would kill him but oh how endearing that one kiss would be. Almost as if he leaned in, hed never get to lean away and right now, he had no problem with that. So instead of closing the small space between them, he just stared into the abyss that was her lips.

"Why don't you get some Motley playing before i decide to do something dumb like jump your bones, Munson."

3.

The crowd at The Hideout was fuller than usual. A few unrecognized faces littered the crowd. Mostly middle aged men with beards and bandanas.

Eddie was crouched by the back of the stage area, plugging his amp into the wall. Next to him, Jeff and Gareth argued over some stupid cables and which go where as if they hadn't done this millions of times.

"You're a fucking idiot Jeff. That's the XLR cable, not whatever the fuck you're saying. That goes into the amp not the wall." He whisper shouted, making Eddie roll his eyes.

"Then how would the mike turn on, Gareth." He replied, dramatically placing his hands on his hips.

"It connects to the amp that AMPlifies it considering that's what an AMPlifier does. Then the amp goes into the wall. It's not fucking trigonometry. I mean shit, Eddies had to retake highschool like a hundred times and he gets it."

Eddie raised his arms and turned to look at them "I'm right here dumbass." He said annoyed, being dismissed with rolling eyes and waved hands. "I need a beer." He mumbled before making his way past them and up to the bar.

"Luke, can you gimme a Busch?" He ordered, placing the cash on the counter and receiving a nod from the bartender.

"Make that two." A voice rasped behind him, followed by the scent of cigarettes and vanilla.

He turned to welcome to sight of his now bestfriend (and occasional fuck buddy) looking like she just came out of a Rolling Stones magazine. Just a black lace bra as a top, black leather pants, two chains attached to the belt loops and a dark weathered denim jacket thrown over, oversized and the sleeves bagging.

He was holding back any and every urge to immediately fall to his knees at the sight of the y/n y/l/n. The girl that had grabbed the boy by his shoulders and shown him what the world is like outside of the wretched town. The girl that had shown him what it's like to truly have the rug pulled from beneath him and a heavy boot wearing damsel step on his throat.

"On you, of course." She chuckled, jumping onto the bar stool besides him and leaning her forearms onto the sticky bar counter.

"Oh of course. Can't have the punk rock princess pay for her own drinks." He laughed, making y/n laugh at the rhyming but slightly cheesy name he'd decided to give her.

"Would that make you the metalhead macho? Or shall i say, the iron maiden." Y/n laughed at her own joke, making Eddie bark out in laughter as well.

The bartender placed the two bottles before them and Eddie slid him the money for the second one and made his own seat on the barstool next to him.

"So, what brings you here at this treacherous hour of the night?" Eddie asked, never having had seen her at his gigs before.

"Got stoned, bored, and remembered it was tuesday. Plus they don't ID here. Why, don't want me here?" She asked playfully, placing her chin on her palm and elbow on the counter.

"No no no that's not why. I mean definitely it's wonderful you're here, you just didn't have to come if you didn't want to. It's not like we're all that."

"Im playing with you Eds. Came to support my metal monarch and hope he plays some Stooges. Nowhere else i'd rather be." She said, punching his shoulder lightly.

Y/n's words made him blush, followed by his endless hopes that she didn't catch onto that.

"Your wish is my command because as a great poet once said, 'i wanna be your dog'." He said in a fancy voice, grabbing his beer and jumping out his seat to make his way back to his band who now looked about ready to begin playing, but not before bringing his hand up to her chin and swiping it with his thumb lightly, an act of admiration he'd grown used to doing.

"Go get em tiger." She cheered before chugging down her beer.

4. smut belowwwww

Eddie was already deep in the waters of adulation even before the sex began but now, a cigarette in between her lips and legs over his hips, what he felt was near worship.

Riding him with a frevity and hunger that Eddie never knew one could have, he felt like he was orbiting saturn, his hands gripping the skin of her hips as he helped (barely) her motions. Leaning her head back and exhaling the smoke, she looked like an angel to the man beneath her. Or more fitting, a fallen angel.

Because nothing of the things she could do and did do to him were anything near holy. The way she made Eddie feel whether if it was with a simple movement of her body, a knead of her hands, or a lewd comment that dripped out of her lips like the sweetest of honeys was anything but sanctified.

"Fuck y/n. I- i can't. To good. Fuck." Eddie muttered, his words falling incoherent.

"Hold on there pretty boy." y/n moaned, bringing her hand down to his shoulder for support. "I'm close too."

A symphony of the most obscene of moans clouded the room, mildly covered by the heavy guitar of Push and Stomp by Joan Jett & the Blackhearts bouncing off the thin walls, the creaking of Eddie's bed loud and just as incriminating as the very sounds that left their lips.

"Fuck, im gonna cum." Eddie groaned, pulling y/n off of him, ropes of white liquid squirting onto his abdominals.

"I can help with that." y/n mumbled, stuffing her cigarette into the ashtray on Eddies nightstand before grabbing her hair out of her face and leaning her face down to his stomach area, boldy licking him clean.

"Shit." Eddie hissed at the sight. His eyes rolled at the entire scene.

When finished, y/n kissed and licked her way up to his neck, then his jaw, then finally, his lips. He groaned into the kiss, his hands coming up to her waist and flipping the two of them over, now him on top.

"You didn't get to finish." He said, barely letting himself finish his own sentence before muffling it in her neck, biting and nipping at her skin. His hands found its way to her core, fingers gently brushing through her wet folds, pulling a sultry moan from her lips. He made his way down to meet his mouth with her pussy, licking and sucking like a man starved.

Between his fingers and his tongue, he pumped in and out of her, watching from below as he body arched and her eyes squeezed closed. He bathed in pleasure when she gripped onto his hair, pulling on it with authority and possession.

He was hers and there was nothing anyone could do to change that.

5.

The last song Eddie couldve ever expected to have brought y/n such joy was the one that had her on the bed besides him sitting on her knees, in nothing but her black lace panties (which had a tiny rip in the lace trim due to a little impatient man with long black hair) and his hellfire shirt, her arms close to her chest as she swayed with the song.

"OH ONCE IN YOUR LIFE YOU FIND SOMEONE!" y/n sang the lyrics of Heaven by Bryan Adams dramatically, emphasizing the emotion behind the melodic piano and moving instruments.

Eddie laughed at her antics, the haze of the early hour of 3 a.m and the wearing off of the pot they'd smoked earlier made everything so cohesive and the moment so endearing.

"WHO WILL TURN YOUR WORLD AROUND!!" She continued, now theatrically "falling" on top of Eddie, arms still swaying with the music.

Brain fuzzy with laugher, Eddie looked down at her, singing the lyrics to the cheesy song he had no idea was even on her radar, considering it was so out of her character. The dim light of his lamp illuminated her, shadowing her features perfectly.

Once the theatrics were over, instead of rolling off of him, y/n decided to remain on his chest, head tilted up and looking at him and legs intertwined.

He looked down at her, indulging in all her beauty.

"You missed some." He said, his thumb coming to the area right below her eye to wipe off a bit of excess eyeliner that hadn't come off with the makeup wipes, frowning when it didn't come off.

"It's that new waterproof shit i bought. Gotta scrub it off with every bit of strength in me to get it all off." y/n laughed lightly, clearly not showing any sign of her actually getting up to do it.

Eddie reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the packet of makeup wipes shed left on there and grabbed one.

He gently grabbed her face so her chin was on his chest and he sat up slightly against the pillows, y/n closed her eyes and he began wiping around her eyelid and lower lashline, ever so gently and lovingly. Almost like he was scared to hurt her if he got to rough.

As he laid here, he thought to himself about how he could do this every night for the rest of his years. He thought to himself about how he'd finally found a person who got him. Without instruction or persuasion or the need to change, she just got him. From the minute she rode into the oh so boring school of Hawkins High where Eddie felt like he was imprisoned, she graced him with a ground shaking beauty and freed him, gifting him a sense of self and new found enjoyment of his life here in Hawkins. And he wished that when his life here in Hawkins ended, she'd be with him for whatever next life was to come, making a mess of it with smeared eyeliner, smudged nail polish, and lips so dark just the sight of them could make a saint profane.

"thank you." y/n mumbled, eyes still closed as Eddie wiped.

Eddies motions stilled and he stared at her tranquil face. He felt something, something which he had to get out.

"I think i love you." He said quickly and without thinking. A spring of fear blossoming in him. All his worries eased when she let out a soft chuckle, opening her eyes and looking dearly at him.

"i think i love you too, freak."