#you x eddie munson

[stevesxyellowxsweater]

First date with Eddie Munson would include...

Eddie arrives to pick you up about ten minutes late, he's so flustered and awkward he barely makes it out of his van before you are there.

He can't help but stammer, saying words you can hardly understand. But manage to pick up on words such as Cute, and beautiful.

He's the perfect gentleman opening the door for you and helping you inside, a small grin tugging on his lips as he closes the door once you're safe inside.

You watch him moving around to his door, giving himself a pep talk, you wish you could hear what he was saying but but you just smile watching him running his hand through his hair.

Once he is seated he finally apologises for being late, explaining that he couldn't find his keys, you help but note the worried look on his face that is far too adorable.

There isn't much talking as he drives, you can see he is white knuckling the wheel clearly nervous.

You bring up the subject of music to re and calm him down, it seemed to work as he's pretty relaxed by the time you reach your destination.

You're surprised to find he's taken you to an empty field, the sun is close to setting and for a brief moment you imagine a horror movie as he goes in the back of his van.

Pulling out a picnic he sets out the blanket and carefully lights a few camping lights so you can both see what you're doing.

As the sun goes away you sit and eat, and talk and just enjoy each others company.

Taking off his jacket, he wraps it around you as he sees you shivering in the Autumn weather.

Once the sun has set and the picnic is packed away, Eddie turns off the lights and you lie down together and look at the stars in the sky.

Eddie's hand finds yours as you star gaze, and neither of you are able to stop smiling as you do.

Once it gets too cold, you pack up and get into the van. Eddie's arms wrap around you and hold you close as he rubs your arms trying to warm you up.

This is the moment, the moment he looks at you and leans down and presses a kiss to your lips.

It's a soft slow kiss to begin with, one that makes you feel rather dizzy.

It isn't until the kiss deepens, that you felt like the air left your lungs.

Your session doesn't go past a little over the clothes touching, before you both break apart.

You drive home, hand in hand and smiles on your faces.

Eddie walks you to the door and kisses you Goodnight before going home with a pleased look on his face.

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[candyflossfairy]

𝑚𝑟. 𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑛 (𝑒.𝑚. 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟)

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: Dad!Eddie x Teacher!Reader. It's that time of year for parent-teacher conferences, and you finally meet Ronnie's father, Mr. Munson.

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 18+ only, unprotected sex (p in v), slight choking, Jacobs Ladder piercings.

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 3.7k

𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠: Eddie manip by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple . My work for @newlips milestone of love!

Your first year of teaching was going by pretty well. The students were sweet, fun, and for the most part, they listened. Of course, sitting in a classroom all day was tough work for second graders, they got a little restless after lunch. You didn’t mind it, though. There was a lot of gift giving that made it all better. Notes, drawings, coloring book pages, apples, even one gave you a glass apple with the words World’s Best Teacher! on it that you kept on your desk. It was sweet, really. All of them were, in their own ways.

Even the ones that acted out more than others.

Like Lucy Carver who had a knack for acting like a princess and bribing others with lunch money to do classwork for her. 

Or her step-brother, Ronnie Munson, who would pick on his sister relentlessly and talk loudly in class for attention. You knew it was for attention, because you saw who picked up Lucy every day and who picked up Ronnie. He was missing out on some motherly love. You hated Chrissy Carver for that. There were days when she did pick him up, but most of the time it was Mr. Munson, or Wayne Munson, Ronnie’s great uncle that would pick him up. 

You hugged Ronnie a little tighter than the other kids. You made sure he did his classwork and helped him when he needed it because of it. Not to say you had a favorite, you just knew which kids needed an extra push. It was sad that at such a young age he felt like he wasn’t getting enough love from his mother, even if he didn’t know that’s what he was feeling.

He was a cute kid, too. Looked like a carbon copy of his dad—dark curls and chocolate eyes. It was better that way, you thought. When he was older he wouldn’t look in the mirror and see his mom staring back at him.

It was parent-teacher conference day. You were nervous for your first one, but your colleagues assured you that there wasn’t much to be nervous about. Some parents were dicks when it came to their child’s grades, but for the most part it was manageable. Plus you got a better insight on what parents helped their kids at home, and which ones left them to their devices.

“Lucy is doing great as far as her social skills. She’s developing them very well. She also has a talent for math—on the days she decides to do it.” You explained to Mr. and Mrs. Carver, “I think a little more encouragement from the two of you and she will be on top of her schoolwork more.” 

“So you’re saying it’s our fault?” Mr. Carver spat.

“Jason—” Mrs. Carver chastised.

“I’m not saying that at all, Mr. Carver.” You said calmly, giving him a smile, “But I do think restricting the amount of money you give to your child will keep her from paying others to do her schoolwork for her. She’s a very smart girl when she applies herself.” You continued.

“Thank you very much for your time. We will keep that in mind.” Mrs. Carver said, as they stood up. She picked up the progress report and the two of them stepped outside.

You sighed, pressing a hand to your face.

“I feel that way after interacting with them too,”

You shot up straight, a soft flush to your cheeks. 

“No, really, they can be pretty awful.” Mr. Munson stepped inside, shutting the classroom door behind him. 

“Is… Mrs. Carver not joining us?” You asked, clearing your throat as you shuffled your papers before looking for Ronnie’s. 

“Chrissy? Nah, she tries to forget that we both exist as much as she can.” Mr. Munson told you with a playful grin, as he grabbed a chair on the other side of your desk. He turned it around before sitting in it backwards, his legs spread widely and his crotch on display from the wide hole in the back of it.

You kept your eyes on his face, even though it was in your peripheral. Mr. Munson was attractive, covered in tattoos, a labret piercing above his chin, one in his eyebrow. He also had muscles that strained against his shirt from many days working at the mechanic shop in town. You hadn’t been there since you’d moved to Hawkins, but you did know he worked there.

Single mom’s talked about him quite often. He had a little bit of a reputation for fixing problems that they’d had. 

Not to mention, he was a bit older than you — not by that much. He was in his late 20s, you were in your mid, it wasn’t bad. 

You didn’t know why you were thinking about this. You were having a parent-teacher conference about his son. It had nothing to do with the fact that you hadn’t had sex since you’d moved here. It didn’t have to do with the fact that Mr. Munson was too sexy for his own good.

You swallowed, and looked down at Ronnie’s progress report.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” You responded. 

“Nah, no biggie. I’m more upset for Ronnie’s sake than my own. She’s been a bitch since she married Carver.” He shrugged.

You snorted a chuckle at that, trying to hide it. You’d seen how snooty she was, too. You couldn’t imagine her ever being any other way.

“It’s true. She used to be a sweet little thing. Loved me and our boy. Carver’s…persuasive. I’m just glad we split up before Ronnie could remember much. He doesn’t remember her like that. I think it makes it hurt less — sorry, didn’t mean to like — spill on you. Anyways, how’s Ronnie doing in class?” 

You swallowed back your thoughts. So, you’d been right. Mrs. Carver didn’t care for her son much. 

“He needs a little extra pushing from me from time to time. He does like to aggravate Lucy and awful lot and cause disruptions, but he’s been getting better since the school year first started.” You started off, looking over his progress report. You highlighted a few grades and slid the paper over to Mr. Munson.

“These zeros are homework assignments he never turned in. It’s not particularly hurting his overall grade, but if you can get him to do them, I’ll give him seventy-five percent credit for them. I know single parenting is much harder than it looks on the outside, so I’m willing to work with you, and him, to make sure he’s able to move up next year.” You smiled at him kindly.

“We appreciate that.” Mr. Munson nodded, looking at the report, “These aren’t hard assignments either, huh? I guess they just got lost in the fray of things.” He laughed, before his eyes flicked to you, “Though, it’ll be a shame that I don’t get to see your smiling face every morning after he moves up.” 

Your cheeks flared pink at that, and you brushed some hair behind your ear. You couldn’t tell if he was flirting or not, but… God, you hoped he was. 

“Well, I’ll still be here next year… so there’s no shame in dropping by to see me.” You smiled at him, folding your hands on your desk.

“No? Wouldn’t be weird if I… came by and saw you without my kid?” He asked, grinning back.

“Definitely not.” You hummed.

Mr. Munson looked at the time, before standing. “Our time slot is up.” He mused, turning the chair back around the right way. 

You bit your lip, before standing. “My last one ends at eight.” You said quickly.

“Oh? Did you…want me to come back?” His brows lifted.

You nodded.

“Alright, I’ll see you in an hour.”

“Thank you, Mr. Harrington. Goodnight.” You shut your door after your final meeting and bellowed a sigh, closing your eyes for a moment as you leaned back against the door. It had been a long day, and for the most part people hadn’t been awful, but there had been a select few who had been awful.

There was a soft knock on your door, and you opened it back up.

“Oh, Mr. Munson —” You had forgotten, so wrapped up in everything, you had forgotten he was going to come back. Your cheeks flushed again and you stepped aside to let him into your classroom. 

He kicked the door shut behind him, his hands shoved into the pockets of his leather jacket. “Did you not expect me to come back?” He asked, grinning a bit.

“No—it’s not that.” You laughed, “I just. You know.” You shrugged. “I’m glad you’re back.” You rubbed your arm nervously. 

“Yeah?” He chuckled, stepping closer to you, “And why’s that?” 

You were almost nose to nose with him. You could feel his breath fanning over your skin. You swallowed, thickly.

“Mr. Munson—” 

“You can call me Eddie.” He cut you off.

“Eddie—” You started, “Is Ronnie taken care of for the night?” You had to make sure.

“Took him to his great uncle Wayne’s. He loves it over there. He’s set.” He gently lifted a hand and brushed some of your hair back.

You wet your lips, and his eyes flicked down to them. 

“Why don’t we go back to my place?” He suggested, his hand gently resting on your jaw. He rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip and you couldn’t ignore the warmth that flooded between your legs at that. 

You nodded, numbly, and turned to gather your things. He watched you from afar as you placed all of your paperwork into a binder and shoved it, and your laptop, haphazardly into your school bag.

“Wanna meet me there, or ride with me?” He asked, winking at you.

“Either is fine.” You cleared your throat.

“You like motorcycles?” He chuckled. You raised your brows before nodding.

Fuck, that was hot. He had a motorcycle? He should just breed you now.

You let that thought wash over you as you followed him out of the school, stopping only to put your bag into your car before swallowing thickly as Eddie handed you a helmet.

“Safety first.” He winked at you, pulling his long hair up into a bun at the base of his neck. You tried to not think to hard about him putting his hair up to eat you out, but it wasn’t easy to ignore. 

You slipped the helmet on and clipped it into place. He straddled the motorcycle. 

“Alright, throw your leg over like I did and hold on tight.” He grinned at you.

“What happened to ‘safety first’?” You asked, raising a brow at the fact that he didn’t have a helmet on.

“For you, sweetheart. Not for me. I like to live dangerously.” He laughed loudly.

You shook your head in amusement as you took his hand, throwing your leg over the back of the bike. Surprisingly, you didn’t fall on your face or stumble, and settled into the seat behind him.

You wrapped your arms around his waist and held on tight.

He was warm, body toned. You couldn’t wait to see what it looked like naked.

He turned on the bike and kicked up the kickstand, revving the engine a few times before he took off out of the parking lot.

You couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up in you as he raced down the street. It had been a while since you’d done anything fun. Moving to Hawkins had been a bit of a poison to your social life — sure, you had the other teachers at Hawkins Elementary, but most of them were much older than you and had lived there their entire lives.

He pulled up to the only apartment complex in Hawkins; a newer building you had been told. They looked fairly nice from the outside, and you couldn’t wait to see the inside. 

Eddie pulled into a parking spot and kicked the stand back down, shutting the bike off. 

He helped you off of the bike and tilted his head towards the stairs in front of you. “Just up those.” He told you.

You followed him up to the second floor and he unlocked the door first door you came to, letting you in.

“Home sweet home. It’s not much, but it’s ours.” Eddie smiled, shrugging his jacket off. He hung it on a chair in the small dining area and stepped into the kitchen. 

“You like beer?” He asked.

“Yeah, a beer would be nice.” You nodded as you looked around.

The front area was a decent sized living room, connected to the small dining room that held a small round table with four chairs. The kitchen was connected to that. There was a short hallway right in front of you. You had to assume the bathroom and bedrooms were back that way.

“Here,” Eddie handed you the beer, popping his open before sitting on the couch. “Make yourself comfy.” He said, propping his boots on the edge of a beat up coffee table.

You followed his suit, sitting next to him on the couch. You crossed one leg over the other, popping your beer open.

You took a sip. It was cheap, but it would take the edge off of whatever nerves you were feeling.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, just quietly sipping from your beers. It wasn’t awkward persae, it was just… different? You both knew what you were here for, so you weren’t sure why he was playing worlds best host.

You just wanted him to fuck you already.

You downed your beer in the next second, placing it on the coffee table.

“Woah, want another one?” Eddie asked.

“No,” You said, and feeling a spur of confidence, you uncrossed your legs and threw one over his lap, straddling his legs.

He smirked up at you, letting his legs fall from the coffee table. 

“Hi,” He said, learning around you to put his beer down.

“Hi,” You responded, smiling down at him.

His hands gently rested on your waist, pinkies on each side pushing up your shirt to feel your skin. 

You reached forward, and brushed his hair off of his shoulder. 

“Kissing, or no?” You asked, your voice a soft whisper.

“Why wouldn’t I want kissing?” He chuckled.

You shrugged. “Some guys think it’s too intimate.” 

His brow furrowed. “Sex is intimate.” He laughed.

You shared a smile with him before leaning in to kiss him. His lips were softer than you had expected, the stubble on his lip scratching your skin softly. You didn’t mind it, really. He was…so fucking hot.

He nipped your lip softly, and you parted them for him, allowing his tongue to invade your mouth. He tasted like beer, and cigarettes. You didn’t mind it as much as you thought. However, maybe it was because it was him. 

You brushed the thoughts from your mind, biting at his bottom lip, your teeth lightly clanking against the piercing there. 

Tattooed hands pushed up the sides of your shirt, fingers squeezing your sides, pinkies slipping beneath the waistband of your pants. You could feel them toying with the edge of your underwear, too. 

You broke the kiss for a breath, panting softly as his mouth made its way to your neck.

“No hickies.” You said quickly, “I don’t need the kids asking questions.”

Eddie chuckled against your skin. 

“Bedroom?” He asked, nipping softly at your pulsepoint.

You nodded; and up you went. He had lifted you like you were nothing and he carried you down the hallway. He dropped you on the bed and pulled his shirt off, displaying more tattooed skin. He climbed onto the bed, pressing a knee between your legs as his hand cupped the top of your head, his elbow resting near your shoulder as he kissed you, his entire body covering yours.

You moaned into his mouth as his knee rubbed against your mound. You reached between you to press your hand against his half-hard cock in his jeans. He responded with a soft groan.

You stayed like that for a long while, teasing each other, him with his knee and you with your hand, your lips never leaving one anothers. 

It had almost became a game. See who would last the longest before they asked to go further.

You were losing. Your hips were guiding themselves up against your will, rubbing your clothed pussy against his thigh. You weren’t getting much friction from this, but what you were getting was making you soaking wet.

You popped the button of his jeans open, and reached past his boxers as a concession. He had won.

You gasped at what you felt in his pants, breaking the kiss.

“What?” He asked, his voice deep and husky as he continued to rub his knee against you.

“You’re—”

“Yeah, I know.” He chuckled, leaning down to kiss at your neck again. 

He hooked his fingers in your shirt and you lifted up to let him pull it off, still a little in shock at what you felt.

His hands were then working at your pants, unzipping them and dragging them, and your panties off in one fell swoop.

His pants were next to go, and you were both naked, but—

Your eyes met his cock. It was large, the tip red and wet with precum… Your fingers gently brushed across the bottom of the shaft. Nestled there in a row were five bars. He had his cock pierced.

You swallowed thickly, wondering what it felt like for those piercings to be inside you. Especially with how big he was.

“Doesn’t hurt — at least no one’s complained.” He chuckled, “And it’s been fully healed for a few years, so nothing to worry about on my end.” 

“You did them all at the same time?” You asked, a little shocked.

“Yeah, hurt like hell. But looks fuckin’ hot, don’t it?” He grinned.

You nodded.

He grasped himself in his hand and slapped it against your pussy, making your insides clench tightly. With his other hand he spread your lips and started tapping again, this time against your clit. Your legs jolted softly with each tap, your lips parted in a soft moan.

“Damn, you’re so fuckin’ wet.” He sighed, rubbing his cock against you. “You on the pill?” 

“Yeah,” You nodded.

“Good.” 

Neither one of you needed for you to get pregnant right now. That was unsaid between you.

He tapped your pussy a few more times, before lining himself up and pushing in.

Your back arched, a low moan leaving you. Your eyes fluttered and your head tipped back.

“That’s it… that’a’girl…take it.” He sighed into the warm air between you. 

“Fuck, Mr. Munson..” You moaned.

He laughed softly. “You like callin’ me that? Alright, honey. We can pretend I’m a lot older than you. Bet you flick that pretty little clit of yours at home thinkin’ bout me and the other dads, hm?”

Your cheeks flushed, but you nodded. There was just something so fucking hot about fathers to you. You wanted to have someone like that in your life. Someone to raise kids with you. 

“Say it.” He grunted, as he pressed fully into you.

“Ah—! I touch myself thinking about you!” You gasped, your legs circling tightly around his waist.

That’s not how he wanted it, though. He grabbed you tightly by your thighs and wrenched your legs up until they were on his shoulders. He scooted closer to you so that your hips were angled up.

Now, now he was impossibly deeper.

You moaned helplessly, grasping at the sheets.

“You got a pretty little cunt here for me. Soaking wet and tight, mmm…” He sighed, pulling out and thrusting back in. 

He found a medium pace that you both seemed to like for now, his hand sliding up your thigh and squeezing. 

“You like being choked, baby?” He asked breathily, his free hand brushing up your chest.

You nodded, your lips parted. You couldn’t make words come out right now, you were fucking gone.

His fingers circled around your throat, fingers pressing into your pulse point. Your back arched higher, your head tipping back as you moaned out.

“Fuck, you’re a sweet little thing..” He groaned, speeding up his pace.

“Mr. Munson—!” You whined out, his cock pressing over and over into that spongey spot inside of you.

“Yeah, baby. Say it.” He chuckled.

There was something so inherently dirty about this, even though it was all legal. It was probably because you taught his son at school, really. You couldn’t think about it now, not with his cock pressing into your gspot, and his piercings rubbing up against your walls with every thrust.

“Mr. Munson!” You moaned out again, your hips lifting higher with every thrust. 

You could feel your orgasm growing, the heat in your belly getting hotter and hotter until the rubber band snapped, your cunt clamping down on his cock and spasming as you cried out helplessly. 

He released your throat, his thrusts never stopping. He groaned, and a few moments later he was pulling out and spilling his seed on your belly.

You were both panting heavily as he dropped onto the bed next to you. 

You laid there in silence for a long while, your insides burning from overuse. It had been a while since you’d been fucked, especially by such a thick cock.

Fuck if you didn’t feel good, though.

“Here,” Eddie said, leaning over to grab you a few tissues.

“Thanks.” You hummed, sitting up slightly to clean the cum off of your belly. You tossed them into the trashcan nearby as Eddie stepped across the hallway into what you now knew was the bathroom.

You waited for him to finish cleaning up before you went in yourself, relieving your bladder and cleaning up. 

When you came back into the room, Eddie had laid out a shirt for you on the bed.

“You can stay over. Wayne is supposed to take Ronnie to school, so he shouldn’t be here in the morning.” He said, smiling.

You nodded, pulling his shirt on before climbing into the bed.

Eddie flicked off the lights before climbing in after you, his arm wrapping around you waist. He pulled you close, your back flush against his chest.

You felt safe that night, and got the best rest you’d had since you moved to Hawkins.

The next morning you were awoken by the front door slamming loudly.

“Daddy!” 

Oh, shit.

[jasontoddsmommyissues]

Date Night with Eddie

Masterlist

Being that you’re both high school students in small town Indiana, your dates are never particularly fancy or anything. That doesn’t matter, though, because Eddie can find a way to make even the most mundane activities into something memorable.

[frankenhookersmonster]

18+ minors do not interact - eddie munson x reader, wc 595

Eddie FOR SURE has a thing for skirts.

He absolutely has an innocence kink so the idea of his s/o in a skirt has him in shambles. it’s such a simple thing that you might not even pick up on at first because c'mon it’s a skirt. 

Maybe before you’re even dating he catches himself gawking at you. You’re sitting on his bed, wrapped up in a book, while he absentmindedly strums on his guitar. He’s barely paying attention, because he’s staring at you and the fabric riding up your thighs. 

Eddie hates himself for thinking about what’s underneath, what panties you’re wearing and what they would look like with your juices soaking them. And he can blame society or the media for his perverted thoughts, say that those things forced the idea of a pretty face in a short little skirt with revealing lingerie underneath into his brain, but it didn’t stop him from getting hard at the thought. 

It didn’t take you long to pick up on it, though. With the way that he’d somehow find himself walking behind you or how his tongue would slip between his lips while you ranted about your day to him, it was hard to miss. So you decided to start wearing skirts more often. He had so much ammunition to tease you with, and this was one of the only things you did that could make him visibly flustered. 

When Eddie invited you to one of his shows, you decided to wear the one he seemed to like the most: a short slip with a high cut that showed a decent amount of your thigh, sage green with dark gray floral patterns covering every square inch.

He saw you in the crowd as soon as he stepped on stage, and with that skirt. He’s staring at you, which isn’t completely abnormal, he’s always liked finding you in the crowd (even if you’re one of the only people there). But now, Eddie can’t take his eyes off you. 

When he finally gets his hands on you, he’s never taking them off. He’s a thigh guy, so when you’re making out he grips them tight and squeezes. 

When you have sex, he likes to keep your skirt on. Everything else is long gone, and when you go to take off the last piece, he stops you. Leave it, he says, breaking your kiss and catching his breath, it looks so pretty on you. 

And he’s not wrong, when you’re on top of him, Eddie thinks you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. All sweaty and panting, bouncing on his cock as it hits the deepest possible parts it could, you really were a sight to be seen. Eddie would tell you that, too, whenever he could. 

He liked taking you from behind, too. He’d push the skirt up over your ass so he could watch your cunt swallow him up. He’d even play with your hole, using his other fingers to toy with the skirt fabric while he did.

He doesn’t even have a preference on the style of skirt, he likes them all. The short ones are good, for obvious reasons, they don’t leave much to his imagination plus your thighs are on full display for him. Midi skirts still up something in him. They carry something innocent which makes his brain short circuit. The long and flowy skirts are nice, too, all the fabric bunched up around you, the way he’d get lost in it when he’d go down on you, he’d go feral.

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[eddieismissing]

black cat part five

word count: 2.3k

pairing: reader x eddie

warnings before every chapter: 18+, steve and robin, mutual pining, enemies to crushes, obsessive behavior, violence, inexperienced reader, cheating, fighting, drinking, parties, blood, jealousy, intrusive thoughts, oversharing, flirting, fluff, angst, swearing, and other things i’m sure i’ve missed.

a/n: here’s part five! as always it wont make much sense if you don’t read the first parts. i would love to hear feedback and ideas about the next five chapters if anyone has any suggestions, im about halfway done with the next ones, and will be posting those next month. (it gets really smutty after this last chapter so seriously, no minors please!!!) this is proof read but i’m sure i’ve missed some things, but hope you enjoy nonetheless.

part one // part two // part three // part four

the early hours of november 15th, 1985.

it was well past midnight now, the crowd of the party was almost absent. a few kids stood around in their cliques wondering where they would be crashing tonight. definitely not as steve’s place, he had enough on his hands with eddie and robin already staying over. he didn’t wanna wake up to strangers in his house when he woke up with a hangover. the small talk robin had started to form into a huge conversation between the three of you. losing track of time was easy around eddie, steve, and robin. you wondered if they had other friends, or if it was just the three of them all the time. you liked them and their friendly bubble. they seemed really close. steve continued the conversation, 

“yeah, eddie was telling us about you. he was upset about the situation earlier, but the guy has tough skin. nothing really bothers him. it’s hard to piss him off.” steve boasted.

robin nodded in agreement. eddie was tough, but he wasn’t mean, not to people who didn’t deserve it, and he hardly snapped. earlier today at school he was bitter but he had reason to be. you were wrapped up with the jocks, preps, and student council. you had quickly become everyone's favorite student. so many people wanted to get to know you and you had only been back home for a week. except eddie, he didn’t want anything from you or your social status. he only wanted to help the pretty girl struggling with her locker at the end of the hall. your mind continued to wander while steve and robin talked with each other. their conversation slowly faded away into white noise. lost in thought, you thought about how eddie had approached you giving you a helping hand, and realized how much it met to you for him pulling your boyfriend away from you when you couldn’t stand the pda you were being subjected to. he did that out of the kindness of his heart, and you had been really harsh. and after all of that, he still had the courage to apologize to you. your cheeks warmed. you thought back to how gentle he was with you outside in the backyard. he let you invade his personal space, but most importantly he was himself. you hoped that the conversation you both just shared helped with mending a bridge between you both, even if he had forgotten it in the morning.

you hoped he wouldn’t.

it was reassuring to hear from robin and steve that the eddie you had spoken to moments ago wasn’t putting on a facade to you. you couldn’t help but wonder if he was always flirting with people, and before you could stop the words from escaping your throat you spoke,

“is he always a flirt?” you asked.

“who? eddie?” robin giggled.

“i mean.. sure, but depends who he’s speaking with. if he’s really laying it on heavy he either wants something, or he’s got it bad…” steve said while sipping his drink. 

robin gave steve a knowing glance.

“he almost kissed me you know..” you confessed.

steve looked at you with wide eyes. you frowned.

steve spoke to cheer you up, “oh c’mon, can’t blame the guy when you’re dating that asshole jock, he’s treading on thin ice.” steve assured it wasn’t your fault.

robin nodded.

you took steve’s words to heart. you questioned if it would’ve gone different if you weren’t dating anyone. you didn’t seem like eddie’s type but in some sick, and twisted way he was yours. he was all you could think about. a twang of rejection hit your chest. the insecurity of steve’s statement earlier of eddie just wanting something burned. was eddie just really drunk? he could’ve just been blinded with lust. maybe you were just blinded by lust.

“i think i really like him.” you whispered.  

then the three of you heard yelling coming from upstairs. 

the whole house got quiet. steve’s heart dropped. there was a loud thud that shook the walls upstairs. then a muffled yell. steve’s body tensed, he felt almost frozen. there was another jumble of swear words you three could almost hear. steve turned his body, it was eddie that yelled. he knew that voice. he jumped up from his relaxed position he once held. you and robin jumped from his sudden movement. steve was fast to come to the rescue. the sound of eddie screaming at the top of his lungs made him sober up pretty quick. steve knew eddie never held that tone with anyone. this had to be bad. his brain thought to all the bad scenarios he could walk in on while he was sprinting up the stairs. he thought eddie might’ve been getting jumped. he yelled back at you and robin when he was at the top of his stairs, 

“stay downstairs!” he demanded. 

steve cocked his head down the halls. the door to the same room eddie often stayed in was wide open. he rushed to the end of the hall. steve watched as a girl in a large shirt and pajama pants left the room with a terrified expression. steve let her pass and asked if she was okay before he rushed into the room to figure out what was going on. eddie was on top of some guy laying on the ground. his friend must’ve already got a few good hits on him because he wasn’t really moving or putting up much of a fight. steve watched him get up off of him, but eddie’s verbal punishment continued as he shout down at him,

“are you fucking serious! you greedy son of a bitch!” eddie spat. “you’re so selfish! you have the prettiest girl here! and you waste your chance with her on another bimbo?!” he cried.

“eddie! eddie! hey man!” steve tried calming him down, he pulled him back.

he pushed steve off of him. “no, steve, you don’t get it. i like her. we talked. she’s perfect, and this fucker thinks he can just walk all over her? i'm going to find her and i’m telling her what he did.”

“eddie! you can’t ed’s. look at you! you’d scare the girl!”

eddie’s words rang in steve’s ears. he wanted to tell eddie she liked him back, but he couldn’t. not yet. her boyfriend sat in the middle of the floor and he wasn’t going to share your confession in front of the two boys. steve didn’t see the benefit in him spilling the truth. he held his tongue and tried keeping a poker face. 

eddie looked at his hands. eddie’s fingers dripped blood. it wasn’t much but it was noticeable. his knuckles were red and his demeanor was evil. steve needed to calm him down. his eyes started to water, he was so pissed off he could cry, but he never cried in front of anyone. only steve on a few occasions but he wouldn’t let this get to him. he told you he wasn’t going to help you again. he looked at steve with sad eyes. steve and eddie wanted to tell you so bad, but steve was right, eddie was in no shape to face you right now.

“listen.. she’s downstairs with robin. you’re gonna ruin her night if you tell her what happened. she’s gonna be headed home soon. it’s gonna be okay,” steve assured. “she’s gonna be okay.” steve paused. “you said you weren’t gonna deal with these guys anymore. leave it alone. it’s not your job to get involved, i don’t care how much you care for her. this is going to be bad for you.”

steve glanced at eddie’s fist after speaking, his knuckles were swollen now. a bit of fresh blood danced on the silver rings on his hands. when eddie looked back at steve he was embarrassed. he shouldn’t have just jumped on the poor guy like that, but his temper got the best of him. steve looked away from his best friend and at your soon to be ex boyfriend. the guy was only in a white shirt and boxers. he was still laying on the ground but he sat up on his elbows. he didn’t say anything. blood was all over his face and dripped onto his shirt. the collar was stretched out. eddie probably dragged him out of the bed before punching him in the face. his eyebrow was split and his eye was swollen. he would probably need stitches. 

“got a good hit on him this time didn’t yah?” steve joked to cut the tension.

“sure did.” eddie answered. 

the boys paused. 

“please don’t tell her, okay? i don’t wanna hurt her.” your boyfriend whined. 

“shut the fuck up!” eddie and steve yelled at him in unison.

“you have a lot of balls asking us not to tell her, buddy.” steve scoffed.

eddie continued his sentence, “we’re not going to tell her, you are. you are gonna tell her first thing tomorrow. you tell her everything. you understand? start to finish. if i find out you didn’t i'll come find you and beat the shit out of you.” eddie threatened.

“yeah, and i’ll help him” steve pointed at his chest with his thumb.

“as if that would matter” eddie joked. 

steve scoffed at eddie before eddie started talking to your boyfriend again.

“i’m gonna lay it out for you. you’re gonna sit up here with me. steve’s gonna go downstairs and get her a ride home. she’s going to go home. get her beauty sleep, and tomorrow morning you’re going to go over to her place, tell her what happened, and break her heart.” he paused.

“and i hope you feel like a piece of shit the whole day. i doubt you will. but i pray to god you do.”

steve rushed downstairs after he heard eddie’s last words. he greeted you and robin. the crowd was cleared out, there were only a few strangers in the halls and on the couch. the commotion upstairs startled everyone. no one wanted to be caught up at steve’s house or be involved if there was fighting. usually fighting at house parties resulted in the cops being called. but you and robin stayed put. you remained quietly downstairs, trying to listen in on the loud muffled voices of the guys. you were both curious as to what happened. robin’s eyes grew wider as she saw steve’s full expression. steve gave her a look. she let out a sigh of relief. 

“he’s fine.” steve said. “the guestroom is a fucking mess but it’s whatever. he’ll clean it up.”

“thank god.” robin sighed.

“who’s fine?” you questioned.

steve glanced at you, “hey! …you..!” steve paused.

“so!” he clapped his hands together, “eddie said you had to get home. like, right now. so how about we find you a ride?” steve nodded.

he introduced you to one of the guys on the basketball team. steve knew him because he played with lucas. he knew you would be safe with him. you three chatted for a bit before steve and robin sent you on your way. your house was only seven blocks from steve’s. you lived in the neighborhood over, but he and robin insisted that you didn’t walk because of how cold it was outside. you agreed without putting up much of a fight and said your goodbyes. as you walked towards the entryway you turned to steve.

“thanks for being so kind tonight, guys.” you addressed both of them. “and i know he’s probably asleep by now but could you maybe let eddie know that i wanted to tell him goodnight?” you asked.

steve scoffed, “yup! you’re right! he is totally out like a light!” 

robin nudged steve in the ribs. 

“but ill be sure to pass him the word in the morning. i promise.” he nodded.

soon after you left, steve and robin looked at each other in shock. they were shoving each other as they rushed back up the stairs. their eyes were wide, they crowded in the room to see if anything had changed. it hadn’t. eddie remained in the room pacing back and forth while the football captain sat in a pool of his own blood on the floor. robin rushed to eddie to give him a hug. the guy was having a tough day. when she pulled back she looked at his victim.

“woah. you totally busted his face in.” she laughed.

your boyfriend scoffed at her comment. robin stuck her tongue out at him.

“okay that’s enough from you big guy. your lucky eddie didn’t knock you out.” steve said while grabbing your boyfriend off of the floor. “but you don’t get to be mean to robin. that is where i draw the line. you have got to go.” 

steve began walking him out of the door frame and down the hall. when he reached the stairs he carefully made his way down. it was late now, and though it was friday night he didn’t like staying up as late as he used to. he eased his way to the bottom and then opened his front door. steve forced him to leave his house and sit on the porch. he knew he’d get a ride home eventually, and he deserved to sit out in the cold for a while to think about what he did. meanwhile, upstairs robin turned to eddie. 

“you okay?” she paused. eddie didn’t respond. “uhm. i’m gonna go grab you a glass of water, okay? just stay put.”

“m’kay.” eddie sighed.

he fell on the bed with a loud thud. his head softly landed on the two white pillows that laid at the top of the mattress. as soon as robin left his side he was out cold. he swore that this was definitely going to be his last party he ever attended. he didn’t care what steve bribed him with, but before he drifted to sleep he remembered he said that last time. he huffed.

[darth-el]

Welcome to Hellfire

Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader Warnings: Drug use, mention of ODing, slight description of gore A/N: Decided I needed to do my own fix-it-fic where Eddie goes to live the best life he deserves because I’m in the denial stage of grief apparently. There are also season 4 spoilers.  Side note: Y/C/N in this means your chosen name. Masterlist

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To Hawkins' knowledge you and Eddie had died in what they were thought was an earthquake. Both of you had new identities and were packed in a RV that you bought in the next town over so you could make it to LA as far under the radar as you could possibly go. This was your warm welcome into the Hellfire club.

The last time your paths crossed were at Reefer Rick's over the Christmas period and you decided you were in need of some special K which led to you ending up in hospital. Eddie being the one to drive you there. You had vague recollections of him waiting for you to wake up with armfuls of food and when the doctors tried to kick him out as it was family only him protesting and calling himself your knight in shining armour. Three months had passed since then, Rick was in jail and you had broken in to find anything that the police wouldn't have found that you could smoke or snort to no avail. Your path with Eddie didn't cross again until you heard clattering in the boat house and you went to investigate, you grabbed the first thing you could find which was a used saucepan. The boat house appeared empty but everything appeared to be out of place, it was obvious that something had fallen over taking everything surrounding it down with it and a quick fix being involved. Just as you were leaving you felt someone behind you as if they were going to pin you to the wall but you were too quick with the saucepan causing a dull thud as it hit the person's head. “Jesus fucking Christ!” You heard them exclaim loudly. “What the fuck?!” You shouted just as loudly and realised it was Eddie who was now clutching onto his head as if to soothe where you had hit it. “You hit me with a saucepan?!” Eddie questioned in disbelief taking a step back from you rubbing his head and wincing when he touched the bump. “Why are you lurking in the shadows?!” You asked throwing your hands up in the air and dropping the saucepan to the floor staring at him trying to process what was happening in the current moment. “Trying not to get arrested,” Eddie's demeanour changed and his voice suddenly went very quiet. “Or killed.” He finished the sentence folding his arms in a way to comfort himself. It took you a couple of minutes to make the connection. “Oh.” Was the only thing you could muster, you leaned against the wall feeling a pang of guilt where you had just hit the man over the head with a saucepan and pity where he was fighting for his survival. “What are you doing here?” He crouched down arms resting on his legs and staring up at you with his doe eyes. “I was seeing if the police had missed anything.” You admitted with a sigh leaning your head back against the wall. “I heard you were clean.” Eddie tilted his head slightly and you just shrugged in response, not saying a single word. You were both interrupted by the sound of a car pulling up. Eddie shot up and went back to what you could only assume was his original hiding place. You left the boat house quietly in hopes you weren't going to get caught. You could hear voices talking about how someone was here meaning you had been made and there was only one option for you. Making your way into the kitchen you quickly came face to face with Jason. You remembered Jason when he was sophomore and you were a senior, he always had delusions of grandeur where his family owned half the town; they had even found a way to monopolise on the tragedy of Starcourt. “The fuck are you doing here?” You asked trying to act natural which involved you lighting up a cigarette much to Jason's disgust. “We're looking for the freak Eddie Munson,” Jason's voice was stern and tried to be intimidating, moving in a way to show off the fact he had a crowbar in hand. “We know he's here.” Jason took a step towards you like he was hoping you would sell him out. “I don't know who that is,” You shrugged taking a drag of your cigarette not breaking eye contact with the senior. “I can assure you though that I'm the only one here.” You exhaled, the smoke escaping through both your nose and mouth making Jason take a step back. “You won't mind if we take a look around then.” He challenged swinging his arm up so the crowbar was now resting on his shoulder. “Go ahead.” You tried to steady your voice and prayed Jason didn't pick up on the shakiness of it; while they tore the house apart looking for Eddie you remained glued to your spot in the kitchen keeping an eye on the boat house. The second you saw Jason and Patrick head down there you were behind. You were never a religious person but you once again found yourself praying to every god that they wouldn't find Eddie. “Fuck.” You muttered to yourself when you see Jason and Patrick diving into the lake, without even thinking you stripped off yourself and followed them. You weren't sure what you were going to do when you caught up behind them but you didn't need to because you were just going to let your instinct take over. With Patrick suddenly halting you thought that would give you an advantage to attack Jason but when Patrick disappeared into the water at a speed you were sure was supernatural you bypassed Jason and wanted to be out of the water. You didn't even reach the boat when Patrick was suspended in mid-air, the sounds of screams and bones snapping rang out through Lover's Lake; it wasn't the sound of the bones that got you though, it was the sound of the eyes popping and the sound of his body hitting the water. “What the fuck?” You kept muttering over and over again while pacing around Skull Rock. “Have I fallen into a K-hole?” You swung round on your heel to look at Eddie who was sitting down, at this point he was a broken man. You sat down next to him only to shuffle in closer to him, without saying a word he rested his head on your shoulder. You knew in this moment he needed the contact to ground him because it was something you also needed after witnessing the events of the night. You both stayed there for the rest of the night, no words needed to be spoken between the two of you.

“Who is this?” Dustin asked with furrowed brows while examining you up and down like he was trying to figure out whether or not you were a threat. “Y/N,” You stated matter of factly, you quickly understood why he was called a butthead by both Steve “the hair” Harrington and Eddie. “Can someone please tell me why we seem to have Hawkins' own Mystery Gang here and whether or not what I saw last night was real?” “Oh it was very real.” Nancy Wheeler said with concern in her voice. “And you caused it.” Steve said leaning against the rock, you snapped your head so fast to look at Steve you were surprised you didn't break your neck. “W-w-what?” You choked and turning back to look at Eddie who was crouched down playing with his hair trying to take everything in. “You've both been named suspects.” Robin Buckley sighed watching both your reactions which were fairly minimal at this point. “Suspects?” You repeated shaking your head and sinking down to the ground. “What the fuck is going on?” You screamed putting your head in your hands while also trying to fight back the tears. “The town thinks Hellfire is a satanic cult,” Nancy said biting the inside of her cheek, trying to carefully think of what she was going to say next. “Eddie is the leader and you're a devoted follower.” Both you and Eddie stare blankly at Nancy wondering if you heard her correctly. “Welcome to Hellfire.” Eddie quipped humourlessly not looking at you. “They really think he's Hawkins' own Charles Manson?” You asked looking over your shoulder at the obviously terrified man who in your limited time with him prior to the events, smoked way too much weed and was only a danger to Reefer Rick's pantry. “Apparently so.” Steve shrugged, his attention being drawn to Dustin who was now pacing about muttering something about his compass, eventually everything just became white noise where your brain started going a mile a minute. You were only snapped back into reality when Eddie started talking about Mordor.

24 hours had passed since the killing of Patrick and you had sworn to yourself that you weren't going back there but you had found yourself back in the boat with the Mystery Gang over what Dustin called Watergate, a very poor joke on his part but it did make you laugh nonetheless. You were all waiting with baited breath for Steve to surface, the first minute felt like the longest minute of your life; it wasn't for another 43 seconds before he had actually resurfaced. “Found it.” Steve said catching his breath leaning on the side of the boat, within seconds Steve was dragged under the water in a fashion reminiscent of how Patrick was. Nancy didn't think twice before diving in herself and after some bickering between Robin and Eddie, Robin followed. “Are you fucking kidding me?!” Eddie shouted in frustration, it wasn't until he felt the boat rock where you getting ready to dive in he turned his attention to you. “You are not going in.” He shouted trying to stop you as you jumped into the water. “We can either die up here,” You said treading water. “Or go down there and have a fighting chance to survive and clear our names.” The second you finished the sentence you dove into the water, you could hear the muffled shouting of Eddie and a splash where he decided to follow you.

The gate showed you a dark world that you thought only existed in fantasy, screeches could be heard in the distance and you could just about make out Steve struggling against something that resembled bats. Without thinking you found yourself fighting the creatures with anything you could find. There was a bat on the floor struggling, taking a rock you crushed it's head causing a dark substance you could only assume was blood sprayed everywhere making the two girls and Steve recoil in disgust. “Huh.” You absent-mindedly said looking at the pool of blood and chunks of flesh splayed everywhere. “You good?” Eddie asked taking a step closer to you slightly concerned. “Just thinking about how every living being is a pressurised bag of blood.” You turned to face him, still in deep thought. “That's just gross.” Robin announced very loudly, not pulling her attention away from Steve. “It's true though.” Eddie responded, obviously now thinking about this as a concept and wondered how he could incorporate that into his next D&D campaign.

You still had no idea what was happening or how you ended up in this position where you were in one reality you would be running for your life and in another you would be fighting for it and they somehow bled into one another, causing chaos and death in one and in the other it felt untouched by humans; the only thing that had consumed it was darkness. You were trailing behind Nancy and Robin but ahead of Eddie and Steve as you made your way to Nancy's house. The conversations between the two groups bled into one, both groups however were talking about Steve and Nancy's relationship. To you it didn't sound like you were missing much, until you heard Steve say your name to Eddie; unsure of what Steve's question was, the only thing you heard was Eddie's response of how he didn't know you that well. Something caught the corner of your eye running at a great speed along the edge of what looked like forest surrounding. “Did anyone else just see that or am I tripping?” You had been questioning reality ever since the lake and Eddie knew the look on your face, he had seen it plenty of times when people had bad trips but unfortunately for you this was your reality. This was everyone's reality.

“You good?” Eddie ran up beside you and gave your shoulder and squeeze to let you know that he was there. “I am losing my goddamn mind right now.” There was desperation in your voice, every inch of your mind and body told you that you were sober but your surroundings suggested otherwise causing panic to set in. “Same here kid,” Eddie let out a sigh dropping his hand that was resting on your shoulder back down to his side. “You know I remember you in school.” He said trying to get your mind away from the current situation. “No you don't.” You challenged with a small smile on your face, thankful he had moved the conversation onto something that wasn't anything to do with death or the darkness surrounding you. “I do,” Eddie beamed a smile at you. “I mean you did swap out your pastels for leather.” You could feel his eyes scanning you up and down. “I also swapped amphetamines for ketamine.” You shrugged leaving behind Eddie who stopped in his track in shock. “Hawkins' brightest star,” He said louder than he intended. “Who had a free ride to any college...” He had quietened his voice down aware that you might not want the rest of the group to hear. “Was a speed freak.” You finished his sentence, his brain trying to process this revelation. “There's no way in hell that you were a speed freak.” His voice was soft but was still in shock at this. “I think we're in currently in hell,” You looked up at him and you noticed he quickly averted his gaze to elsewhere. “I couldn't cope with the pressure.” You admitted not looking away from him. “Pressure?” Eddie turned his attention back to you. “Do you really want to hear about this now?” You questioned making sure you were a few steps ahead of him and spun around to gesture that your situation wasn't the best time for you to use him as a therapist.

“Does anyone know Morse code?” Robin asked looking at the group. “Wait, does SOS count? Is that...is that good?” Eddie responded before reaching into the gold glow surrounding the light and signalling that you were all there to whoever was on the other side. You watched Eddie intently not fully realising there was a bleed happening between the two worlds. On the way to the trailer of Eddie's there was another earthquake. You weren't sure if it was just something natural or if the world was trying to defend itself but you lost your balance and fell into Eddie knocking him over and who was clinging onto you for dear life. “You good?” You asked pulling yourself off the poor man and helping him up once the world stabilised. “I'm good.” Eddie said obviously trying to get his bearings.

The theory was correct about the gate in Eddie's trailer and staring into your reality made you nauseous. “Those stains are, uh...” He glanced at Robin's reaction who had pure disgust on her face at the thought of what they were. “I don't know what those stains are.” It was your turn to climb through the gate and it was a struggle for you, meaning Steve had to push you up. “Jesus you're weak.” Steve commented pushing you up the sheets. “I'm sorry but I didn't think I'd be doing interdimensional travelling using bedsheets!” You yelled down to him while trying to pull yourself up, it took a few minutes longer than the others, and landing on Eddie's stained mattress in a heap. “Ow.” You muttered trying regather yourself before standing up only to realise quickly there was something wrong, you could hear Steve shouting Nancy's name and shaking her to try and get her awake. Robin ran straight into Eddie's room and they were both screaming at each other over music. “THIS IS MUSIC!” You could hear Eddie yell like that was the most important thing at that moment in time. By the time they could decide on a cassette for Nancy she had awoken. Eddie was mumbling to himself about how Iron Maiden was music while Nancy and Steve climbed back into your world, both of them landing with a thud on the mattress.

Nancy was explaining what she saw but it went straight over your head considering no one had told you what you had witnessed, all you knew was that you watched someone get folded like origami in mid-air, Eddie was the leader of a satanic cult, you were both now wanted for murder, which led you to a gate into an alternate dimension, and apparently there was a girl with superpowers in the middle of all this who had a creature/guy called Vecna/Henry/001 after her which you needed to fight. “Is there anywhere I can smoke?” You asked Eddie quietly who nodded towards his room, it didn't take long for him to follow you. “Do you have anything stronger?” You sighed sprawling out on the floor seeing as the bed had no mattress, Eddie decided to join you on the floor. “Do you think that's a good idea?” He asked laying down next to you. “I don't give a shit to be honest,” You stated turning your head to look at him, his attention was focused on the ceiling. “No one has told me what is going on but I've just had to save Steve 'the hair' Harrington from interdimensional creatures for some reason and I'm wanted by the police apparently.” Your words were coming out a mile a minute which made Eddie turn his attention to you. The realisation had hit him that he wasn't the only one in this situation but he had the group tell him what was happening whereas you were just dragged into this completely blind and expected to fight. He sat up and pulled a metal lunch box off his bedside table so he could roll you a joint, you also sat up slightly leaning on your elbows watching him roll; there was something you found comforting about watching him roll. “It looks like it's needed.” Eddie handed you the joint and a lighter, without needing to think twice you lit up and inhaled deeply while also letting yourself lay back down on the floor properly. “Thanks.” You exhaled the smoke with a smile while playing with the lighter, instantly feeling more relaxed; there was a feeling of wanting to melt into the floor as you took in another deep inhale and held the smoke in your lungs. “You look exhausted.” Eddie wasn't hiding his concern for you watching the smoke escape between your lips. “Day 9.” You passed the joint to him and he happily accepted taking a puff himself. “No wonder you broke into Rick's.” Eddie said with a cough where he inhaled a bit too much smoke; prompting Steve and Nancy to come in to see what was happening. Nancy looked like she had been possessed by your mother with the look of disapproval on her face, Steve on the other hand looked more offended you didn't invite him to join. “You two are really getting high right now?” Nancy's voice was low and had that same tone of 'I'm not angry, I'm just disappointed' as your mother's making you roll your eyes. “We have to fight Vecna and you're getting high?” You could tell the question was rhetorical. “We're all exhausted,” You stated, sitting back up properly and taking the joint from Eddie in one hand and playing with the lighter in the other before putting it in the front pocket of your pants. “We can't fight Valek...” “Vecna.” Eddie cut in with a smile creeping across his face taking the joint from you again, but was met with a small amount of silent resistance. “Vecna like this,” You laid back down and stared at the ceiling. “We need sleep and actual weapons.” You mumbled hoping that what you said would get through to Nancy, who just walked muttering about the nerve you have making both you and Eddie laugh. Steve following Nancy leaving you two be. The sun was breaking through Eddie's curtains meaning you had slept the entire night but you weren't sure what time it was. You were alone in the room, there was silence surrounding you. You assumed everyone asleep but making your way into the kitchenette you realised that you were fully alone in the trailer and they had left you there. Raiding the cupboards for food the door to the trailer opened and like instinct you threw the can of peas you had in your hands towards the person who was breaking in, hitting them on the head. “Jesus Christ!” Steve's voice rang out through the trailer and you instantly covered your mouth with your hands when you recognised it to be Steve's voice. “Shit Steve,” You rushed over to him to make sure there was no damage. “I am so sorry.” You led him to the couch and examined his head closer. “I was just checking to see if you're awake,” He winced at the pain in his head where it shot down his face. “And I get a can of carrots thrown at me.” He tried to make light of the situation with his tone. “Peas,” You corrected with a smile on your face taking Steve's chin gently in your hand so you could see if he had a concussion. “How many fingers am I holding up?” You asked holding up four fingers. “I'm seeing four.” Steve said slowly concerned he was seeing double, you let go of his face and tried to find the freezer so he could stick something cold on the bump. You found a box of Eggos that was already open and chicken nuggets. “Eggos or chicken nuggets?” You asked holding up the frozen food, giving a confused Steve a choice. “Eggos?” Steve said hesitantly unsure what the choice meant, you took a single waffle out of the box and handed it to him. “It's for your head.” You gestured vaguely to the bump, Steve put the waffle on his head and you had to stifle your laughter because of how ridiculous he was looking. “Don't laugh,” Steve scolded, still holding the waffle in place. “I was just coming to tell you we were at Max's.” He pouted, the waffle still not moving from his head. Steve led you over to Max's while also making sure that no one was around to spot you. Fortunately it was still early so everyone was either asleep or at work. “Steve?” Robin said tilting her head slightly. “Why are you holding a waffle to your head?” Her confusion was visible as was everyone's. “I thought I had run out of Eggos,” Eddie said with a childlike joy on his face. “Wait that better not have been the last one!” He jumped up from the seat ready to snatch it out of Steve's hand. “There was an incident with a can of peas.” You were trying to be what you thought to be diplomatic. “Y/N launched a can of peas at my head.” Steve said with a pout and sitting down, making everyone stifle their laughter, the first one to fail being Dustin. “Why?” Max asked still laughing, eyes darting between you and Steve, it took longer for you to reply than you felt it should have. “Instinct?” You said slowly not entirely sure why you threw a can of peas at him. “Also you still have two left.” You turned to Eddie who was filled with joy once more at the prospect of having the Eggos once this was all over. “You shouldn't be allowed in the kitchen.” Eddie said remembering what happened when you at Rick's and rubbing his head without thinking. “Wait what happened there?” Dustin asked clocking Eddie's reaction to saying this. “Frying pan to the head.” Eddie mimicked you hitting him over the head with the saucepan. “It was a saucepan,” You corrected rolling your eyes. “And you were about to attack me!” You held your hands up in defence. “It's like a lethal game of Supermarket Sweep.” Steve mumbled taking the waffle off his head and putting it on the table where it was now defrosted, much to Eddie's dismay who snatched it up and stuck it in the toaster. “I think we should probably move on from Y/N's penchant for violence using stuff you'd find in a kitchen and actually make a plan.” Nancy had an air of authority about her which was very much needed at this moment in time. “It's like a game of Jeopardy.” Robin said not taking much notice of Nancy's request. “I'd say more Family Feud,” Lucas beamed a smile. “Kitchenwear Y/N uses as weapons.” He said in his best game show host voice. “I'll take frying pan.” Dustin said pointing at Lucas, Nancy had her head in her hands from frustration and you were pinching the bridge of your nose from embarrassment. “That is incorrect!” Lucas announced. “I'll take can of peas!” Eddie said with a mouthful of Eggo and sitting down on the couch. “We need to discuss a plan.” You were desperate to move the conversation on from you injuring the two men and you just wanted to move on from this whole situation. The second Eddie finished his waffle he took the lead and told everyone where they could get their weapons and how they could get there. “Hey Red, you got a ski mask or bandana? Something like that?” Eddie turned to Max who was unsure when she responded 'yes'. “Suits you.” You looked up at Eddie in the Michael Myers mask that Max had given him that was obviously used for Halloween. “I'm sorry.” Your voice cracked from laughter and you had tears streaming down your face, you couldn't take the tall boy standing over you seriously. “It's all she had.” Eddie said staring down at you through the mask. “It wasn't.” Max chimed in coming up behind Eddie and throwing you a bandana which you tied around your head, hiding your hair so you were somewhat unrecognisable if someone saw you.

“You've got this Harrington,” Eddie turned to Steve who was standing over him while Eddie hotwired the RV you were about to steal. “Don't ya big boy.” You could see Steve was feeling a million things at once with that comment. He let Steve take the wheel and you were sitting down at the table playing with Eddie's lighter which was put to a halt when Steve actually started to drive off, the owners of the RV banging on the side trying to get in. “It's not everyday you lose your house and car in one fell swoop.” Robin commented when Steve made it onto the road. The bumpy ride had smoothed out so you went back to playing with the lighter when a moment of inspiration hit you. “Is there anyway we can get a water pistol?” You swung round in the chair so you were face the front. “We're going to get actual guns and you want a water pistol?” Lucas asked confused. “Trust me.” You said getting up from your seat, looking at an empty shelf in the bedroom that was attached to a wall bracket. “What is Y/N-” Eddie began to question. “I'm going to need candles, something sticky that isn't glue, tin foil and lots of lighter fluid and I mean lots.” You informed everyone in the front of the RV while trying to pull the wall bracket out. After a few tugs it came out sending you backwards into the wall with a loud thud. Robin came in to see what the noise was and saw the shelf hanging off the wall and you on the floor holding the metal wall bracket with a smile on your face. “Jesus Christ.” Robin shook her head helping you off the floor. “It worked.” You swung the wall bracket around in your hand and sat back down in your seat feeling cocky.

There were more than enough supplies for you to make what you needed, Steve was kind enough to get you two large water pistols. You were all in the middle of a field making your weapons for battle. Steve as per your request got you large chain links when he got your other supplies. You were sat on your own making Molotov cocktails now that you had finished with your water pistols, you found a rucksack in the RV which you were going to keep your supplies in for battle. Standing up you had one water pistol in hand and started pumping it, lighting the two candles you pulled the trigger, causing a large flame to explode out the end. “Y/N has a flamethrower and we're here making spears?” You heard Erica shout across the field, everyone's attention turned towards you and stood there with the home made flamethrower resting on your shoulder. “We need them,” You picked up the other and sauntered over to Eddie feeling confident now that you knew it worked and handing it to him. “You got this, don't ya big boy.” You matched his tone from earlier and like Steve you could tell he was also feeling a million things at once.

The plan was in motion, both you and Eddie were standing by for the signal from Erica, the past day or so you had felt scared but this was the first time you felt true fear. You were not sure if you were going to make it out alive or if anyone was. “If we make it out of this alive I swear to god I'm sober.” You mused watching the dark sky not really expecting any response from Eddie who was setting up the amps for the distraction that was needed for the final phase of the plan to go ahead. “Nothing more sobering than interdimensional travel and fighting monsters.” Eddie glanced up at you while finishing to set up the amp. You had sinking feeling in your stomach when Eddie climbed back into the trailer to get his guitar. “Are you ready for the most metal concert in history?” Eddie said passing you the guitar and climbing back up onto the roof. “Always.” You chuckled handing his guitar back to him and trying to suppress the fear you were feeling as it was not useful. The signal was given for Eddie to start playing. “This is for you Chrissy.” Eddie said softly before strumming the first chord of Master of Puppets by Metallica, indicating that you needed your weapons ready and to keep watch for the bats. The bats started to swarm towards you, the feeling of fear tightened in your chest. “30 seconds Eddie!” You yelled over his guitar playing as he reached the solo, he glanced your way to signal he heard you. He didn't look like he was going to stop within the next thirty seconds where he was enjoying himself too much. “EDDIE!” You screamed pulling at him to follow you into the trailer. The swarm of bats hitting the outside, you had your flamethrower at the ready. This time Eddie was pulling you towards the bedsheets so you could make your escape. He helped you up but not even half way up you noticed his attention was elsewhere. “Are you coming?” You shouted at him even though he wasn't paying mind to what you were saying. You let go of the bedsheets and dropped down next to him. “What are you doing?” He yelled, his attention was all over the place. A screech was heard in the trailer indicating they had found their way in. “Shit!” He screamed running towards the vent they made their way through torching them and closing the vent. “Is that the only vent?” You asked feeling panicked, this question made Eddie dart into his room only to find an entire swarm was now in there. “Go.” Eddie instructed, ready to give you a booster up. “You up first.” You were going to be stubborn about this because you could see something in eyes that meant he was going to stay. “We don't have time for this!” Eddie screamed at you trying to make you climb up in anyway he could. “You stay,” You wriggled out his grip. “I stay.” You were not going to give up on this. “Do you want to die right now?” Eddie was getting frustrated with you, you could see it in his eyes. “Do you?” Was your only response. “I don't want to run.” Eddie admitted sounding panicked while the bats were breaking through the door. “There is no shame in it!” You screamed also panicking. “And you can't fight if you are dead.” Eddie nodded in agreement but you weren't leaving until he was through the gate and he wasn't going to put you in anymore danger so he conceded and climbed up. You grabbed a chair that was covered in vines and used that boost yourself up, Eddie catching as you fell through the gate. The second your feet touched the ground you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in closely to you. “I think you just saved my life.” He sounded breathless his arms around your waist. “You saved mine, I save yours” You gazed up at him with a smile on your face. “It's only fair.” You gently remove the hair that was stuck on his face. “Only fair.” He repeated cupping your chin gently with one hand, his lips ghosting yours waiting for the green light before he made the next move. It was you that made the next move where you pulled him in for the kiss, it felt like if there was any tension between the two of you it had melted away. Your hands snaked up his neck and into his hair, pulling off the bandana in the process making him bite your lip causing you to let out a slight moan. Both of you were feeling needy but pulled away before anything could go further where you still had to save Hawkins.

The earthquake hit Hawkins while you both made your way to the Creel house, this was when you both saw opportunity. “Dustin do you copy?” Eddie shouted down the walkie talkie, he was met with silence. “Dustin do you copy?” He repeated, this time he was met with a response. “We copy.” Dustin sounded scared himself and Eddie couldn't bring himself to say the next sentence, he looked up at you and handed the radio over to you. “We have to go Dustin.” You said taking Eddie's hand. “Over.” “What do you mean?” Dustin was sounding more confused than anything. “Eddie and I need to leave town and this is our chance.” You explained closing your eyes not wanting to picture how hurt Dustin would be hearing this. “As far as Hawkins is concerned,” Eddie took the radio back from you. “We're dead.” “It doesn't work like that.” Dustin said down the radio obviously hurt. “It's going to have to,” Eddie sighed squeezing your hand. “We'll be in contact when we get to wherever we're going.” He reassured him but that was the best he could do given the circumstances.

You looked at Eddie's new ID and documents which held the name 'Victor Adams' meanwhile yours said 'Y/C/N'. This was thanks to a guy that Rick knew who worked in the government and was able to issue out “new” ID's for the right price, no questions asked. Unfortunately that ate up a good chunk of your savings that you managed to withdraw before you supposedly died, meaning you had to rely on Eddie's savings for the RV; that was significantly cheaper but still ate up a huge chunk. “What are your plans for when we get to LA?” You asked Eddie sinking into your seat, lighting up a cigarette and putting your feet up on the dash watching the world go by. “Get my GED,” He mused. “Work at the Whiskey A Go Go or become a roadie for a band, you?” He briefly turned his attention to you before turning back to the road. “Find us a place that isn't on wheels,” You sighed taking a drag on your cigarette. “Try to get a job at Elektra maybe.” You laughed at the thought of this where you knew you were being slightly delusional. “They hire you and you'll be running Elektra in the next five years.” Eddie didn't take his eyes off the road but managed to take your hand in his. You had no idea how it happened but somehow you and Eddie had managed to fake your own deaths after being on the run, obtained new identities and were travelling cross country to start your new life; but there was something you did know and it was that you wouldn't want it any other way or with anyone else.

[caseyqdilla]

Fanfic Masterlist

I didn't think I would write more than 2 of these, yet here we are!

Eddie Munson x Reader

Munson's Incentive: Masterlist (fluff with some angst)

Overprotective (fluff)

Safe Haven: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9 (angst af with some fluff)

@oneforthemunny summer prompt contributions:

Always Prepared - Mafia!Eddie Munson x Reader 🌊- you. eddie. water balloon / water gun fight. how does it start? choose your weapon lol. who wins? what’s the prize ;) ? is it just you two or others?

The Most Metal Sandcastle - Janitor!Eddie Munson x Teacher!Reader ⛱️- "wanna build a sandcastle?" - building a sandcastle on the beach with any eddie. do it with the kids, on a honeymoon, on a solo vacation.

Staycation Extravaganza - 🐙- domestic blurb!! any of the dad!eddie’s take their kids to stay with wayne for a mini vacation (or staycation if they’re in hawkins). I love grandpa!wayne and dad!eddie make my ovaries cry.

[imfinereallyy]

you can pry happy endings from my cold-dead hands. It can be the most heart stopping, gut wrenching fic that has every existed and I will read every drop of it if I get my happy ending. I have had enough painful endings in real life, give me happy in my fantasy world. It can be at the last second, it can be a single sentence, even a single word. Give me all the angst and hurt in the world for 500,000 words, but please give me the comfort I need in the ending. please and thank you.

[luveline]

𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡? | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

you finally work up the courage to kiss Eddie for the first time and he can’t cope (even if he claims he can). 2k words. requested here

cw fem!reserved/shy!reader, first kiss, heavy kissing, mutual pining, eddie being a hot dork

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Some people (Steve) call Eddie your loser boyfriend, while other people (the girls at work) call him the rockstar. 

You see both sides of him now. 

“Sweetheart!” he calls, the passenger seat window rolled down, his voice strong where he shouts behind the wheel. The van bumps the curve, leaving a sanguine line of rust in its wake and a creak to make everybody on the sidewalk wince. 

“Hello,” you call back. 

The van hums. You wait for him to be at a definite stop before you approach, hands on the open window, leaning up so as to see him best. It’s not just a usual date night tonight, Eddie’s taking you to Indianapolis for a rock show, and he’s dressed the part. “Woah, you look cool,” you say, bravely, wondering if that’s the right thing to say. It’s undoubtedly true —he’s slicked his curls with mousse to define them and leave them pitch black in accordance with his eyeshadow, dark and tapped into his lash line. The top he wears is incredibly tight, carving the softer lines of his abs for anyone to see, and his black jacket is ripped in places to expose the ink of his tattoos. “Are they multiplying?” 

“What?” he asks, grinning at you. “Are you getting in? It’s freezing!” 

“Your tattoos,” you explain, opening the door and popping up into the van with one shoe on the step. 

“Shit, you wanna see?” 

You’re not scared of Eddie, you just like him. He doesn’t worry you, doesn’t pressure you, nothing nefarious about him. He’s pretty, he’s considerate, and he does stuff like this, peeling out of his jacket to flex his arm at you and show you the Saran wrapping around his bicep. “Like that one?” he asks.

He has nice arms, and they’re all the better for his painful obsession. His newest one is difficult to see well under the wrapping. He notices you squinting and moves it up, tape pulling his skin. 

“Another bat?” you ask. 

“Not cool?” 

“So cool,” you disagree. This bat is unlike the others on his arm, which are small and simple in comparison. This one is heavily detailed and very dark, fangs in small triangles bared. The eyes aglow. The skin around it is red. “Did you get that today?” 

“On a whim. Still wanna date me, or is it getting to be too much?” 

You can’t answer him, and he knows that. You’re not very good at navigating intimate conversation or circumstance, though you like him, and he must know that too. Or he must really like you. Your dates have been chaste. Only last time could you work up the courage to take his hand, but when you had, he rewarded your courage with a drove of tenderness, fingers rubbing your knuckles and squeezing soft patterns for hours at the back of the movie theatre. 

The drive to Indianapolis takes near enough an hour. Eddie puts you on map duty but doesn’t use it, ignoring your offer of directions on the insistence that he knows a shortcut and then rerouting when you get too lost. He tells you there are snacks for you in the centre console and laughs, endeared, when you pop the lid and smile at it all. You talk about the show, a band you’d never heard of but had wanted to see on the grounds of sharing his interests. That’s what couples do, right? They try to do things together. You have to put yourself out of your comfort zone, and you’re happy to try if it means you can do it with him. 

“You nervous?” he asks, pulling into the parking garage outside of the venue, a towering, multi-story fiasco crammed with cars and motorbikes. 

“No,” you say, not quite mumbling as you look down at your hands. 

“Good, don’t be. I’m gonna look after you, we’re gonna have a great time. And then we can get takeout after?” You look up. He stretches his arm out to glance at his watch. “I would’ve taken you before, but good old Indianapolis keeps getting further away.” He smiles apologetically. 

You laugh without meaning to. His smile ramps up a notch. 

“I love when you laugh. You have such a cute laugh,” he says. 

“I know you’re lying,” you say, still laughing anyways. 

“I’m not lying, I love the way you laugh!” He shakes his head, curls falling away from his face as he flicks on the light on the car roof. “We have half an hour till doors open.”

“You don’t wanna line up?” 

“It’s kind of overwhelming and I figured we’d stay near the back of the crowd for your first gig here, it gets pretty rowdy.” He says ‘pretty rowdy’ like a drag, nodding gently, eyes lit with mirth. You love it when he talks like that. 

“We can go now, get further in. I can handle it.” 

“It’s not about handling it, I want you to have a good time. Plus, they could ruin your nice dress.” 

You meet his gaze all smiles like he is, but heat flickers in your chest and in your stomach, and you have to look away. It’s an impulse you’ve always given into. You’re reserved in the feelings department but trying not to be, Eddie deserves reciprocation, but it’s hard. Either way, he seems to understand this about you, and he hasn’t complained. 

Still, a bedraggled silence falls. Nearly awkward, unsure of how to tread, you sit together in your separate seats listening to cars parking and doors opening, closing on either side of you, the headlights of the cars driving past glaringly bright, white flashing over your screwed palms. 

“You okay?” he asks. 

You’re sure Eddie wants to kiss you. Three nights ago at the movies, after an hour of languid hand holding, he’d looked at your lips no less than three times as he said good night. He told you he’d had an amazing time, and that he couldn’t wait to see you again. You’d said the same in earnest, and then he’d just walked away. All those stolen glances and he hadn’t made a move. 

“Eddie… why…” You poke your tongue into your bottom lip momentarily, chewing it over. “Why haven’t we kissed yet?” 

“Um–” He lets out a nervous giggle before roughly clearing his throat. You peek at him, watching intently as he takes his hair away from his face with two hands. “I’m just waiting on you, sweetheart. No pressure.” He laughs as he talks, a picture of panic, “You’re sort of shy about that stuff, you know? I didn’t wanna surprise you.” 

“But you do want to kiss me?” you ask unsurely.

He puts his hand on your knee, the space between you suddenly smaller and warmer, the light like white glaze on his pupils, illuminating his finer details. He has a mole nestled under his eyelashes too small to see until now; it catches your attention. You stare at him too long. 

“Of course I do,” he says, eyebrows pinching together in concern. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since I met you.” 

You nod and snap your head back to your lap. Why does he have to be so nice? You wish you’d listened to Steve, even if he was joking, you shouldn’t have ever said yes to Eddie, because now you’re terrified you can’t kiss him and you’ll ruin everything…

“Hey, it’s fine. I’m not waiting for anything. You can take your time or you could never kiss me, and I won’t care. I swear. I mean, I really want you to kiss me but I’ll find a way to cope, I’m sure.” He takes his hand from your leg softly. “Do you want my jacket? It’s cold out, n’ we should probably start walking.” 

You pull your head up slowly. 

He reads your hesitant expression. “I’m in no rush,” he promises, head ever so slightly ducked to yours. 

Okay, you think. Okay, I can do this. You hold your breath and start to lean in. He falters, a millisecond of misunderstanding, before he recognises what you’re doing and smiles. He reaches for your waist with enough care to give you a chance to change your mind, and when you’re close enough to feel his breath, his lashes shutter. 

You follow suit, blind, with nothing but your intuition as you press your lips to his. 

With a feeling like the hum of the engine under your hands, you bring your fingers to his soft cheek and hold him still. He breathes in harshly, touches you far from it, his palm slipping behind your back to pull you in. You lean into it; it feels natural to give in, to turn your head one way and part your lips, to have him kiss back with heat and surprising sweetness.

You feel unlike yourself in a good way, falling back to kiss forward again, a third time, trying to chase the lulling bliss of his lips. The stomach aching want. Your hand chases across his cheek and into the curls behind his ear, needing him closer but not expecting the sound it elicits. He sighs into your lips and you flinch back, startled by the sensation. 

Eddie rubs your back with his index finger, unjudging as you drop your head to catch your breath. 

“You okay?” he asks quietly. You can hear his affection. It’s palpable. 

You nod, a dizzy weight collected in your forehead, thankful when his free hand catches your cheek and he turns your face gently to the side. “I got too hot,” you confess, only half of the truth. 

“It was pretty hot.” He smiles at you like you’re the only person in the world, like you’ve a secret only he knows. “Want me to turn on the A/C?” 

“No, I–” want to kiss you again, you think. You might even tell him so, but he starts to blow on your face, disrupting any thoughts you’d had earlier. He purses his lips and blows cold breath on your cheek, a tenderness in his gaze and the tip of his thumb where it rests just under your eye. “Oh.” 

This might be the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for you. Your face feels precious in his careful hand, pretty under his longing look. You’re not scared when he encourages you back to his lips, your eyes quick to close, your hands across the gap of your seats to gather his shirt between tight fingers. 

His kiss is a reflection of him. Loser, rockstar, he’s eager and his hands start to betray that, his kissing melty hot and addictive as the tip of his nose presses hard to yours. You turn your face to accommodate him better and that small action drives him crazy. He’s pulling you in, smiling into your mouth, making breathy sounds that’ll stick around in your head ten times as long as the tingles filling your chest as just kisses and kisses and doesn’t stop. 

“M’sorry,” he says, pulling away, and then stealing another heavy, soft kiss like he couldn’t wait. “Sorry,” he apologises again, stroking the skin beside your eye to encourage you into opening them. “I’m not trying to get carried away. Just can’t believe you just kissed me.” 

“No, it’s okay, I– I really wanted to.” 

He kisses your cheek. You aren’t expecting it and you don’t know how to deal with it. It’s like kissing him has invigorated him, you’re a shot he knocked back, his excitement catching as he begs, “Close your eyes again, sweetheart, just one more–”

You raise your chin and he practically gasps, immediately pressing a last chaste kiss to your burning lips. 

“I’m not always like this,” he promises, leaning away, his fingertips falling from your face to trace down your neck, your shoulder. “You’re just so fucking pretty I lost my mind. I’m on best behaviour from now on, swears.” 

He raises his hand up in a scout’s honour. 

You breathe out happily. “Thank you.” 

“Oh my god. Quick, we better get out of this van before I lose my mind.” He shakes his head. “You’re insane. I have such a crush on you, holy fuck,” —he turns away from you and gets out of the van— “Jesus.” 

You pull down the sun visor to check your reflection in the mirror. You look thoroughly kissed, eyes aglow with it. 

“Fuck!” Eddie swears. You beam at yourself as he wraps on the window. “Come on, sweetheart! I have a concert to pretend to pay attention to.” 

You slink out of your seat, brave enough to try for another kiss so long as it doesn’t kill him dead right here in the parking lot. 

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[usedtobecooler]

eddie ‘monstercock’ munson, who is painfully unaware of the sheer size of his dick.

tw: sexual content 18+ minors dni, size kink, oral m receiving, piv sex, praise kink, dirty talk, general debauchery. for my love @raccoonboywrites

and, listen, you’re not a size queen at all. don’t care much for how big or small a cock is so long as whoever it’s attached to knows how to use it. but you gasp out loud once you get your fingers dig under eddie’s waistband, pulling the offending material down to let his length spring out.

it’s enough to shock you back into the room, watching as the thick weight of it slaps against eddie’s tummy, the way it curves into his navel. he’s wet, leaking at the head and matting down the pretty swirls of black hair that lead a trail down, down, down.

he’s rumpled against your bed frame, slumped down with his shirt rucked up his tummy. the prettiest pink flush spreading across his cheeks, tinging his ears and dipping as low as his collar. you’re willing to bet his chest is blotched with the lovely rosy colour, too. he grips aimlessly at your comforter, wide eyes watching your every move; tracing every hitch of your breath.

you wrap your hand around the base — purposely ignoring the pathetic little whine eddie makes, because jesus now isn’t the time to think too much about that — and you moan despite yourself when your hand doesn’t even wrap fully around the girth of it, dwarfing your fingers and palm.

“you— you’re so big, oh my god,” your voice catches at the end, desperate and dampened by your own desire for it. you lean forward, hot breath ghosting over him, tugging his foreskin back just enough for the head to pop out, shiny and reddening with need, “you could’ve at least warned me you were packing a python down there, fuck.”

“oh shit, really? i thought it was aver— holy fuck, you don’t have to—“ he’s bug eyed, eyebrows shooting under his fringe as you mouth at the head, determined and eager to get a taste of him. uncut, heavy on your tongue, the heady splash of precum blurting out to coat your tastebuds.

eddie’s knees kick up a little as you mouth greedily at his tip, pointing your tongue to run in circles around the glans on the underside. you smirk despite yourself, getting a kick out of it when eddie goes a little cross eyed, burying a ringed hand into your hair.

you indulge yourself, feeling the weight of him in your mouth as you sink lower, just far back enough as to not trigger your gag reflex. your lips wrapping around his hot flesh, suckling softly, reveling in each blurt of pearlescent release that drips onto your tongue.

“baby, sweetheart — fuck,” eddie gasps, breath shuddery, lightly pulling at your tresses to test the water. his mouth falling open into a quiet moan when your eyes flutter at the feeling, “y’can- y’can take more, right? s’not… s’not that big.”

your jaw cracks under what of him you’ve fit in, which truthfully isn’t much. despite your efforts, there’s still a good three inches of eddie’s cock left untouched by hand or mouth, and you really have to wonder if he’s that clueless of his size. you pull off with a wet pop, strings of saliva keeping you connected to him as you stare up with wet orbs.

“eddie, you’re huge.” your voice is wrecked, butterflies swirling in your tummy as you make eye contact with him once again. you flush under his debauched gaze, "i— shit. nobody's ever told you before?"

eddie shrugs, considers for a moment. you don't think he's aware of the fact he's holding you in place with his hand, gripping your hair just enough to keep you still, hovering over his dick just close enough that if he wanted to, he could push you back down, get your mouth back on him.

though, that’s clearly not what he wants. because, he’s slipping the hand from your hair, doing this kind of awkward dance as he lays you out where he wants you.

you end up on your back, thighs spread wide as eddie slots between them, mouthing hotly at your neck. his fingers graze along your flushed skin, dance on your hipbone, across your pelvis. dips those godforsaken fingers into your panties, carelessly fumbling over your sopping wet pussy.

“this is okay, right?”

“it’s all okay, eddie. anything you want.”

"not— not even touched you yet and you're already this wet?" eddie's voice is a low timbre against your skin, has you arching up into his touch with a soft little moan. he sounds shocked, no heat or teasing in his words.

"can't help it," you gasp, exhaling shakily when eddie swipes two fingers over your clit deftly, unable to hide his smile at how receptive you are, "feeling the size of you in my hand — my mouth, god. would've let you choke me with it, would've thanked you."

eddie buries his face into your cleavage, poorly concealing a choked whine. he's skillful with his fingers, working you over fast despite how much your words are clearly affecting him.

your hips rock in short little circles, fingers sinking into eddie's hair, tugging lightly at the nape of his neck. you whine, body set alight with the feeling of calloused fingers grazing the small bundle of nerves.

he's biting you, brandishing you with little blooming bruises, and with the noise he makes against your damp skin you'd think it was him getting touched like this, him hurtling towards the edge.

you're so wet that the slick noises of eddie's fingers on your pussy are deafening in your ears, causing your back to prickle with heat, tummy winding tight.

the hot, heavy flesh of his cock presses against your inner thigh, shocking loud moans from you both at the same time. you arch up into his touch, ears ringing as pleasure takes over your body.

"i— you're making me cum," you gasp breathily, a static feeling warming your body, eyes rolling into the back of your head. you grapple for eddie's hair once more, tugging with a ferocity as your release washes over you.

it's. something. you feel like you're fucking floating, and eddie keeps swirling his fingers perfectly, whispering little shocked praises and keening into your rough pulling as he wrings you out.

once eddie's sure you're done with the aftershocks of your orgasm, he hazards pushing two fingers into your soaked cunt, and you're practically shooting away with overstimulation. crying out, somehow swivelling your hips and pushing down onto his fingers further once the shock wears off.

"you're a shit," you gasp, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, "god, might've known your dick was gonna be big, fuckin' size of your fingers."

"was— was that good for you? can i, shit can i?" eddie's desperate, rutting the thick outline of his cock against your thigh. he's never stopped fucking leaking, soaking your leg in milky precum and allowing the slip and slide to feel good.

you nod, shaky hands tilting his head up so you can finally, finally, get your mouth on his. eddie's whole body presses flush against yours, his hand coming out to stabilise himself so he doesn't crush you, and fuck.

it's so charged, like he can't stilt his emotions as he snakes his tongue into your mouth, lapping at your own wetly. it's probably disgusting, doesn't feel like it though — you'd swallow his spit happily, whenever he wanted, if it meant he kept making you feel like this.

eddie's shaky hand fumbles for the base of his cock as you continue kissing, positioning himself so that he's nestled prettily between your legs. the kisses turn languid, and he almost sounds pained when he next speaks, "s-sorry. if it, if it hurts."

"let it hurt, i want it to," your demeanor falters a little, turning doe eyed and pleading as eddie slides the ruddy head of his cock up and down the seam of your cunt, flirts with the idea of pushing the tip in just to watch you gasp and keen.

"would never," eddie promises, finally — fucking, finally — pushing the first few inches into the sopping wet heat of your pussy. he cries out when you clench around him unwittingly, and you mumble out a small sorry as you adjust.

it's. not good. it's not bad, either, but fuck. you feel like you're being split from the inside, the thick tip pushing you wider than you anticipated. your fingers grapple for eddie's biceps, nails digging in tightly, "so fucking big, oh my god, you're gonna split me in half."

you're breathless and eddie catches on, panics a little, "you're okay? you're okay, right? i can sto—"

"if you stop, i swear to god," you seethe, looking at eddie with a fierce spark in your eyes, "keep going. fuck. keep going."

before long and with a little bit of resistance, eddie's buried deep inside of you. your bodies roll against one anothers, shallow, slow breaths

it starts slow, the catch and drag of eddie's cock shocking you both into silence. but, before long, your pussy catches up with the programme, gushing wet and allowing eddie to push in further with each thrust.

it's intimate, erotic.

"you're so tight," eddie all-out whimpers, head falling and shoulders shaking as he fucks you at a lazy pace, clearly trying his best to hold out for as long as he can.

"fuck, you’re so gentle,” you try, knees squeezing eddie’s narrow waist, thighs encapsulating him, “you can go quicker. not gonna break me.”

eddie shakes his head, almost like he’s bewildered. looks at you all fucking soft, clearly can’t help the rut of his hips as he buries in deep, biting his inner lips to muffle his noises.

you grasp a hold of eddie's hand with nimble fingers, guide his hand over the softness of your tummy, let him push down where his cock is buried deep inside of you. his whole body shudders, and you can feel where he kicks up.

"practically in my guts," you wheeze, unable to shake the full feeling despite how your pussy gushes for him, so full you swear you feel him in your throat with every deep thrust he can muster, "you're s-so big, eddie."

"oh— jesus, can't do shit like that. can't say shit like that," eddie grunts desperately, rutting into you and gripping for your waist tightly, other hand still pushed down on the pudge of your belly, "gonna make me cum so, so quick."

"can feel every ridge of you, you're splitting me apart," you keen, "i can't— god, you've ruined me f-for anyone else. yours, yours, m'yours."

eddie's forehead slumps against your own, and you're panting into each others mouths more than anything else, lips barely brushing, "mine, you're mine." he agrees, though he sounds pained and submissive as he says it.

your hand snakes around eddie's neck, holding him in place as he fucks you so desperately, so rough you're rattling the stupid bedframe, and you don't think you've ever felt anything like this before. it's all-consuming, the tug between sore and soul-crushingly sensual.

your second orgasm hits you like a freight train, the constant press against your spot causing a quicker build up than you could've anticipated. you both make eye contact as you come with a muted gasp, nails scraping harshly at the soft skin on eddie's neck as you rock it out.

"didn't think you could get any tighter, god," eddie whimpers, eyes squeezing shut, finger-shaped bruises sure to be left on your hips as he fucks you in some sort of reckless abandon, "fuck, i'm so close. i'm so sorry, fuck, fuck."

you nod, understanding, the wet clap of skin on skin deafening as your release allows an even smoother glide. he's fucking ethereal above you, covered in a light sheen of sweat, mouth open in a constant stream of steady moans.

you reach between where both of your bodies meet, where the final few inches don't quite fit, spreading your fingers either side of his cock to allow friction as he fucks in and out rapidly, chasing his high.

eddie looks at you with a wild expression, eyebrows shooting up into his fringe. he grunts like a fucking animal, eyes drifting down to where your hand is, "you— you— i'm cumming, holy fuck—!"

he's loud when he comes, full body wracked with it. you feel his cock pulse and kick inside of you, painting your insides deep. the moan you let out at the feeling is hardly voluntary, so pathetic you flush hot when you realise just how loud you are.

"thank you, thank you," eddie's mumbling against your skin, kissing the side of your neck softly as he comes down, "god, you're perfect. so perfect."

you shudder, overcome with this sappy fucking fond feeling, allowing eddie to collapse on top of you once he's done. it's soft, domestic, even.

you both end up in some sort of gross, body fluid covered cuddle as you calm down. blissed out in the post-orgasmic haze, and fuck.

maybe you're in love with him.

[urhoneycombwitch]

common tongue of you lovin' me

🍯 honey flavour: touchstarved loverboy smut

🐝 the bees: Eddie x reader

wc: 2.5k 

content warnings: nervous Eddie, touchstarved R, smut, dry humping (is it actually dry if they’re both wet…?), cumming in pants, one (1) use of the word “daddy”, light use of the miscommunication trope

foreword: based on THIS anon everyone say THANKS anon. R and Eddie are in their early 20’s, R is on a gap year from college (so me), they’re in a new relationship with each other, I’m writing this while blasted on edibles idk what else to say 0_o

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By nature, Eddie Munson is not a shy person.

Even though his dark reputation in Hawkins hasn’t been completely erased, he still manages to make friends wherever he goes through sheer force of personality. It’s like a magic trick, one that you never get tired of- he’ll pause in the middle of grocery stores to make faces at a baby in a stroller, getting belly laughs out of a stranger’s kid in less than ten seconds while still holding your hand down the aisle. One second he’s right behind you in the record store, looking over your shoulder as you browsed, and the next he’ll be on one knee charming a elementary school-aged kid into getting the latest Dio album.

You’ve seen him flirt his way out of speeding tickets with Hopper, for christ’s sake. 

Eddie isn’t shy by any stretch of the imagination, so after three months of nothing but chaste kisses and quiet hand-holding, you’re left to assume he actually wants to take things slow with you.

He’s been nothing but a gentleman, in these early days of dating- the most action you’ve gotten from him was unintentional. On your third date, a dollop of his ice cream landed on your lap when he used the cone to gesture, which led him to manically grabbing napkins out of his dashboard to wipe at your skirt while you laughed it off. The second he’d brushed against your bare thigh he snapped his hands back like he’d touched a live wire, hastily heaping on apologies, leaving you to allay his nerves while wiping at the stain yourself.  

Which, whatever. It’s fine. It’s not like you’re complaining about him being respectful, per se, it’s just that it’s getting harder and harder (hah) to pretend like you don’t wanna fuck him. The feeling between your thighs only seems to increase in intensity when he gives you one of those precious little hand kisses at the end of a date, or a closed-mouth peck before he drives off into the night. 

Unfortunately for you and your wet dreams, Eddie Munson has the most edible body you’ve ever seen. Biceps bulging through those form-fitting tees he likes to wear, rounded nose and strong jaw outlined by that cloud of soft black hair, those lithe hips…

Hips that you’re openly staring at from across the room as you sit quietly on Eddie’s couch. He’s reaching up to grab a mug from the cabinet, his Metallica tee pulling up out of his dark denim at the motion, flashing a stripe of his pale lower back.  

You feel like a Victorian maid seeing ankle for the first time. You subtly press your thighs together under your short tartan skirt as Eddie moves around the kitchen, talking animatedly about the start of his upcoming campaign.

“I haven’t decided yet if I’m gonna go easy on the little shits or not,” he says, metal spoon clinking against ceramic as he mixes hot chocolate powder. “It’s Max’s first session as an official player, and I don’t wanna scare her off but I do have a reputation to uphold.”

“Yeah,” you agree, giving him a knowing smile as he crosses the room to pass you your mug- “You’re a DM most fearsome. Can’t let them off the hook too easily.”

Eddie blooms under your praise, wiggling his eyebrows with familiar cockiness as he settles on the cushion beside you. “Gotta keep Hawkins' finest in line. It’s a tough gig but I did swear an oath, after all.”

You smile around a sip of hot cocoa, then reach over to set your mug on the coffee table. Eddie has been sat in his usual manner (knees far enough apart to be taking up his whole seat, arm draped casually on the back of the couch) but the second your knee knocks against his, he adjusts himself stiffly, drawing his arm back with a nervous throat-clearing and a murmured “sorry”.

Normally you’d let it go, not wanting to push the issue past the point of his comfortability. But it’s been Three. Months. Of this. And you wanna test the waters, just a little.

“Sorry for what?” You ask, rotating to face him, your shoulders almost-but-not-quite touching.

He’d doing an uncanny impression of a deer caught in headlights, blinking at you with those doey brown eyes, stuttering his way through a weak explanation- “Uh… uh. Sorry for being- f-for touching you?”

There’s a lift at the end of his sentence, one that you mirror with a tilt of your own brow, a playful challenge. “You don’t have to apologize for touching me, Eddie. I’m your girlfriend.”

He chuckles, a nervous edge bleeding around the sound. The curls around his face dance with the head shake he gives. “No, of course, yeah, I know that.”

“Do you?” You scoot closer, a kick of assertiveness giving you the courage to press your leg against his. 

“Uh huh.” He’s gazing openly now at the bare skin of your thigh, like he’s waiting to see if it'll burn a hole into his denim. 

When you gently lift his hand and place it on the skin that he’s looking at, you hear him gulp, audibly. 

So he does want to touch you. Interesting.  

You know for a fact Eddie’s not a virgin. Back in high school, you’d both dated around your respective circles, gossip surrounding escapades in the Munson Van circulating back to you through mutual friends. When he’d asked you out a few months previous, you’d happily accepted, wanting to take full advantage of your interim gap year from college. For the first few weeks, you’d chalked his near-celibate behavior up to nerves.

But now, you’ve got him squirming with just a thigh touch. So maybe… he’s waiting for you to make the first move?

Fuck testing the waters- you’re gonna dive in head-first. 

You swing your leg over his lap, kneeling on the outside of his hips. His hands automatically go to your waist, and he lets out a little “Oh” as you rest your arms around his shoulders.

“You gonna kiss your girlfriend?” you whisper, forehead crushing into his bangs as you wrap a hand around the back of his neck.

Eddie looks up at you like he’s seeing a full moon for the first time, eyes sparkling with want. “Yeah,” he rasps, angling his face up to kiss you.

It’s soft, at first, like it always has been. His plush lips softly move against yours, breaking for air once, twice; when he kisses you with that same softness for a third time you press your tongue to the seam between his lips.

He lets you in with a little noise, low in the back of his throat as you lick into his mouth. His hands twitch on your hips as your tongues twine, slight movements in his own hips creating a ripple effect.

When the hard seam of his jeans bumps against the warmth of your cunt, you both gasp, your hand at the back of his neck tightening. 

“We should probably, um-” he’s panting against your mouth, grip flexing between hard and soft- “I mean, if you wanna stop…”

“I don’t wanna stop. Do you wanna stop?” you ask, equally out of breath.

“Fuck no,” he rasps again, in that smoke-salt voice, and this time when he kisses you it’s with one hand at the back of your head and the other pulling your hips to meet his.

The noises from the wet slide of your mouths are turning you on more than you care to admit, and you’re sure he can feel the damp patch that’s soaking through your panties as the crotch of his jeans make contact again. Which normally would make you feel really self-conscious, if it weren’t for the fact that Eddie’s hard as a rock underneath you, the bulge in his pants thickening with each roll of your hips.

You drop your kisses down, exploring where you haven’t been able to before: against his cheek, his jaw, stopping just behind his ear. Unable to help yourself, you graze your teeth against the velvet skin there, and he jolts beneath you with a small yelp.

“Sorry,” you whisper, still a touch mirthful but soothing your tongue over the mark.

Eddie brushes his thumb across the back of your neck as you continue your path down the column of his throat. “Now who’s sayin’ sorry for no reason. Baby, I’m begging you to do that again.”

So you do, this time at the junction where his neck and shoulder meet, grinning against his skin when he groans and bucks his hips up. 

Around your hickey-making, he’s choking out words that you just manage to string together. “I wanna… make you feel- christ, sweetheart- good too, wanna make it good for you-”

When you sit up to see his face, he looks absolutely wrecked- rosy flush in his cheeks, lips swollen and kiss-bitten, pupils blown so big his eyes are nearly black with lust.

“You are making me feel good,” you assure him, pulling the hand he’s got on your neck down to where the end of your skirt sits, pausing before your next move. “You want me to prove it?”

He nods, and you guide him into the warmth of your thighs, letting his fingers graze the stickiness that’s been steadily soaking through the fabric.

Eddie inhales sharply, moans out, “Fuck, honey”, and when his thumb finds your clit you sink down into his touch, stomach tightening with the shock of arousal coursing through you.

He’s watching your face intently as he slowly circles your clit, gauging your reactions, pressing in a bit harder and faster when the pace change makes you cry out.

Feeling doubly exposed with his eye contact and hand against your core, you try making a joke to diffuse some of the tension as the pad of his finger moves against you in steady rhythm. “Still thinkin’ about stopping?”

“A train could crash through that wall and it wouldn’t stop me for a second,” Eddie says, resolute and getting a little braver, kissing his own path across your throat, nibbling at a spot that makes your clit pulse beneath his fingertip and your cunt clench around nothing. 

Goddamn, he’s a quick learner. In less than two minutes he’s got you so close to the edge, squirming around his touch, that you have to grab his wrist and still his fingers between your thighs.

“What’s wrong?” he asks. You can feel his breath punching up down up, your breasts pushed up against his chest from the way your body was trying to coil in on itself.

“Nothing,” you assure him, and now it’s your turn to falter around your words. “I just- maybe can I… I wanna get o-off at the same time. If you want. And I’m really, really close.”

Eddie’s head falls back against the couch with a thunk, eyes scrunching shut as if in concentration, a strung-out whine leaving his throat. “Hang on. Give me a second.”

He’s still got his hand on your clothed pussy, and you can’t help but giggle once he blinks back to the present, dazed- “Christ. You can’t say shit like that, baby, I almost came in my jeans.”

You give him a condescending little pout, accented with another twist of your hips. “Well maybe that’s what I want.”

“Give you anything,” Eddie replies, unabashedly babbling now as you adjust yourself in his lap. “Anything you want, sweetheart. It’s yours. All yours.”

He helps you maneuver into a new angle: now, your drenched core can rub freely against his thigh, while your knee in the socket of his hip means he can rut his cock along the flat of your leg.

When you move experimentally in shallow circles on his thigh, the newly-gained friction lights up your throbbing clit. Soon, all pretenses melt away as you both find your rhythm again, little grunts and pants filling the air.

“Feel good, angel? That’s it,” Eddie encourages, slipping his hand under your skirt to grope at the meat of your ass, helping your movements along as he chases his own pleasure with a rocking grind against your leg. “Take what you need. Lemme get you there. Please, please…”

His whines spur you on, one of your hands shooting out to clutch at the back of the couch beside his head while the other anchors itself on his opposing bicep. “Fuck, Eddie, keep talking like that, ‘m so close…”

“Talk to you all day,” he heaves out, “you make me so fucking hard, princess. You feel how hard I am for you? God, you’re so wet, that’s so fucking hot…”

You should have expected that bravado and charm you’ve seen these last few years to naturally be carried over into his sex life, but god, not in your wettest of dreams could you have imagined the mouth on him. 

The combination of his dirty talk and thigh between your legs is bringing you right up to that edge again, toes curling in anticipation, cunt starting to flutter erratically with every thrust.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come…” your head rolls back on its hinge, eyes flickering shut as Eddie fumbles to catch at your clit again, movements becoming sloppy. 

“C’mon, pretty baby, let go.” He’s sucking another mark into your neck between his praises, teeth catching- “Let me see you come, honey, be a good girl for daddy…”

“Jesus FUCKING christ” is all you manage to grit out before you’re tipping over the edge into orgasm, all your muscles bearing down into the bright point of pleasure, high sob winding its way from your throat. 

Eddie keeps kneading at your spasming clit as you ride it out on his thigh, even as he lets out a series of short, keening whimpers, even as his cock jerks against your leg into his own release. 

You sag into his waiting arms, tittering lightly against his neck as you both work on catching your collective breaths. 

“Holy shit, and I was really starting to think you actually didn’t want to fuck me.” You laugh in relief.

His hand pauses mid-stroke up the slope of your back, sounding genuinely aghast when he asks “Why the fuck would you think that?”

You straighten in his arms with an incredulous stare. “Uh, maybe because you acted like a monk that I was corrupting every time I even breathed near you?”

Eddie covers his eyes with his hands, heels to sockets, groaning- “Fuck, honey, I was tryn’a be respectful. You’re telling me we could’ve been doing this sooner?”

You reach to soothe your palms over the length of his forearms, equally fond and serious when you say “I’m telling you I absolutely would have slept with you on the first date.”

He makes a strangled, pained noise before you continue- “You described to me in detail the entire mating cycle of a bat, and then walked directly into a trash can by accident. How did you expect me to wait on jumping your bones?”

He lets you take his hands, enveloping them in your own and bringing them to your chest, pressing your lips affectionately to each ring.

He whispers, “Can I ask you something?” 

When you look up at him again, he says, with sincerity, “Can I see your tits next time?”

You hide your laughter into the crook of his neck. 

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guys i cannot stress how high I am is this even any good plz perceive me 

[stevesxyellowxsweater]

Waking up in vegas {Teaser}

“Good morning.” 

You couldn’t help but jump as you turned around and found Eddie standing there, rather close to you. Looking up at him, you found yourself swallowing hard as your mind went back to last night, all you could think about for a moment was how you were going to touch yourself to thoughts of him. 

“Morning, did you?” “I did. How was dinner?” 

“Very nice thank you, but you didn’t have to do that.” 

Eddie grinned at you, shaking his head as he did. Reaching down, he picked up your bag he wasn’t even going to attempt to tell you that he wanted to. “Just say thank you.”

“Fine, thank you, Eddie.” You said, watching him grin as he looked at you. 

“You’re welcome. Come on, I have someone I want you to meet.” 

Following him out to the car, a girl was sitting in the backseat, with wavy brown hair, and dressed rather smart. 

“This is Nancy, I thought you could use some help with shops and things for your outfits so she’s going to come along.” Looking at Nancy, you smiled awkwardly.

“It’s nice to meet you.” You both said at the same time, only to let out a laugh. “Nance is a journalist, like the only one I can tolerate,” Eddie explained as he climbed in and started the car.  You found yourself fiddling, you’d assumed it would just be you and Eddie today. He said he’d tell you about what happened in Vegas, but yet he brought someone along. Was he going to tell you, or would you remain in the dark? You couldn’t help but think and worry. 

[candyflossfairy]

𝐺𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝑛 — 𝟶𝟹

𝟶𝟹. — 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑛

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: Eddie comes to check on you after you miss lunch.

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 18+ only, nipple play, oral (f receiving), rutting, clothing play.

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 2.2k

The next few days were a sort of blur. You worked, you packed things, and you moved them to the house — surprisingly, with the help of the boys. There was also re-recording their old songs with your vocals mixed in there, which was an interesting and new experience for you. 

You felt a little weird, though. You and Steve hadn’t talked about what had happened between you at all. You were an adult, though. You were mature. It was probably just what it was, two adults helping each other out.

You couldn’t help but wonder if you would ever help each other out again, though.

Not that you would ask him that. You just hadn’t really been alone with him since, and he gave no indication that he was planning on being alone with you.

Also not that he seemed against being alone with you.

It was just weird.

You gave a frustrated noise, dropping back onto your bed.

You had been spending the morning organizing and decorating, needing some alone time. The boys were loud, rowdy, and they were always asking you questions. Which was nice, to an extent, to know that they were interested in you. 

You were interested in them too.

However, they outnumbered you. Five to one. Three of them never stopped talking, and two barely spoke. 

The three were more than enough for all five, though.

You checked the time. You needed to start packing. You were all getting in vans tomorrow to start the tour. You were excited and scared about it, but with the boys behind you, you knew you could do it.

There was a knock on your door and you sat up, smoothing your shirt out. 

“Come in!” You called.

“Hey!” Eddie grinned at you, shutting the door behind him. “I come offering gifts!” He tossed you a soda and shook an unopened bag of chips in your direction. “You missed lunch.” He told you, taking a seat next to you on your bed.

Crap. You checked your watch. 

“Sorry, lost track of time.” You smiled sheepishly.

“No biggie, I just wanted to make sure you ate something.” He smiled, popping open his coke and taking a drink.

You followed suit, popping the tab and taking a sip as he ripped open the chip bag.

You reached into it, grabbing a couple of chips and munching on them.

“So,” Eddie started, mouth full. “How are you settling in?” 

If he wasn’t so cute, you’d find it gross. Really, you found it endearing.

“Good. It’s definitely different going from living alone to having five housemates, but it’s not bad.” Especially since you had your own space away from them. 

“Good, we want you comfortable, you know?” He smiled at you.

You took a sip of your soda before nodding. “I appreciate that.” 

You sat in silence for a few moments after that, both of you eating chips and sipping on your sodas. It wasn’t awkward, which was both good and interesting. You grabbed one last chip and licked your fingers clean, unaware of how hard Eddie was staring at you while you did it.

You took a sip of your soda before looking at him.

His cheeks were flushed pink, his hand hovering over the chip bag. 

You raised an eyebrow. “What?” You asked.

“Nothing!” He said quickly, grabbing another chip and shoving it in his mouth.

“No… Eddie, what?” You laughed softly. “Is there something on my face?” You wiped at your lips with the back of your hand.

“N-no! Just—nothing, okay?” He huffed, crumpling the chip bag closed from the top.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Did I say something before?” You pressed.

“No, you didn’t say something before.” He mocked you, placing the chip bag next to him. You looked at the chip bag, then at his hand—fingers still covered in chip dust—before it clicked.

“Ohhhhh,” You nodded, “You’re a dirty, dirty boy, Eddie Munson.” You teased, brushing some of your hair back.

“What?! No, I didn’t—I wouldn’t—”

“Are you saying you wouldn’t fuck me if I asked?” You prompted innocently.

“What—? I mean— yeah if you asked but I would never even think about it if you didn’t ask!” He said quickly. 

You laughed, “Calm down, I don’t think you’re a pervert for having thoughts. Everyone does.” You hummed, biting your lip. 

“Really?” He asked.

“Yeah—I’ve had thoughts about you. Dreams too, actually.” You smiled at him.

“Dreams?” He whispered.

“Mhm!” You nodded. 

“Wh—tell me about it?” He asked, his cheeks flushing.

“You wanna know?” You gently touched his shoulder. “I can tell you, if you tell me what you were thinking about a minute ago.” 

“I—” He took in a gulp of air. “I was thinking about what it would feel like to feel your tongue on my fingers… and then on my cock.” His voice got quieter as he spoke, almost embarrassed, bashful.

“Don’t be ashamed, Eddie.” You cooed softly at him, “Like I said, it’s normal to have thoughts.” 

Gently, you took his hand in yours and flicked your tongue out, running it up his finger. His eyelids fluttered, a soft breath leaving his lips. 

“I’ve had dreams about you eating me out.” You told him, before flicking your tongue up the next finger. “Seeing you look up at me from between my legs like a good boy.” You hummed. 

You didn’t take him for a virgin, but he sure as hell was acting like one. 

“Yeah?” He asked, breathless.

“Mhm..” You trailed, putting his hand back in his lap before you leaned in. You gently ghosted your lips against his, and he leaned forward, pressing your lips firmly together.

Well, he sure as hell kissed like an expert, his tongue tangling with yours as his hand reached up to wind in your hair. He tasted like chips, soda, and a hint of cigarettes. It wasn’t unpleasant, just… different. Normal. It wasn’t minty; your ex made sure his breath was always fresh. You didn’t mind this. This was what it was supposed to be like. 

You allowed Eddie to take control, his free hand sliding down your arm before it ghosts over the very top of your chest, as if asking permission. You grabbed his hand and slid it down to your breast, where he squeezed. You didn’t know if this was his first time or not, but you had to imagine he’d been with girls before.

He was a hot-shot. Gorgeous. Talented. Funny. Nerdy. He was a perfect specimen for a boyfriend, and so you had to figure he’d had a girlfriend before; or at least slept with a girl before.

You gave him an encouraging moan, his hand softly massaging your breast. You arched into his touch. 

Gone from your mind were the worries of Steve and what would happen with him; what could happen. All you could think about was Eddie, and his hand on your breast. He was softer than Steve had been.

You pressed him back to lay on the bed, and straddled his waist. His hands pushed up your shirt and took it off, tossing it away in the emptiness of your room. He unhooked your bra with both hands, fumbling slightly before he finally got it. You let the straps slide off of your shoulders and he didn’t move for a long while, just looked at your boobs in awe.

You didn’t think they were anything special, really. However, he was here, looking at them like they were magic.

His hands were hesitant as they both lifted to gently cup your breasts, squeezing them. You made a soft noise, grinding your hips down against him.

“Fuck,” He groaned, squeezing them a little harder as your hands pressed against his chest. 

“Eddie—” You moaned, your head tipping back as you continued to grind against him. 

He slipped a hand around your back and pulled you down, taking a nipple between his lips to gently rub his tongue over before suckling gently. You bucked your hips against him, moaning.

He adjusted the both of you, then, letting you lay on your back with him on top. He kissed down your chest, to your belly, and then your hips, his fingers plucking your jeans open. He pulled them down, your legs lifting as he got them off. 

Now, the only thing between you, was a thin pair of panties. Rather than taking them off, Eddie nosed against your folds, humming. 

“You smell so good.” He groaned, his voice gravelly and deep. You flushed. You weren’t sure what to say about that.

You weren’t sure what switch had flipped in him either.

His tongue dragged against you through your panties, making your eyes flutter. It was teasing, but there was still enough pressure for you to feel it. You moaned, lifting your leg to rest on his shoulder. He grasped your thigh, his rings and fingers digging deliciously into your skin as he continued to stroke your clit with his tongue. It felt different than you were used to, with the panties in the way, but definitely not bad by any means. 

Your back arched as he finally pushed your panties to the side and allowed his tongue to actually taste you. You both moaned in tandem as he flicked his tongue against you. He slipped two fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out. 

“Fuck, Eddie—” You groaned, grasping at his hair tightly. You curled your fingers into it, pulling. 

He hummed against you, looking up at you with those dark eyes. His pupils were blown out with pleasure, his hips rutting against the bed. 

“Fuck me,” You told him, tugging his hair roughly. He pulled his mouth off of you and slid up to kiss you deeply. You could taste yourself on his tongue as it rolled around yours in your mouth. His hands were undoing his belt, then his jeans, and he pushed them down far enough for his cock to bob out. He broke the kiss to reach into his back pocket. He pulled out his wallet and dug inside of it for a condom before tossing the leather away. 

Your hands tugged at his shirt, wanting it off, but there was something definitely hot about him being mostly clothed while you were mostly naked.

He threw his shirt off before opening the condom, fumbling with it for a second before he finally rolled it on. He pushed your panties aside, lifting your legs around his hips as he rubbed his cock against your cunt, and then slowly pushed in.

You moaned in tandem, your back arching as he filled you up. He wasn’t as big as Steve, but he was still definitely bigger than you were used to.

He released a shuddering breath as he fully seated into you, his eyes fluttering.

“Have you had sex before?” You had to ask.

“Not with a girl.” He responded, and before you could think to deeply in what he said, he started thrusting.

Your back arched high and your hands gripped at the duvet beneath you. You moaned loudly as he pounded into you, deep and rough. You were already close to your end, you were almost embarrassed about it, but fuck it felt so good, and you were still fairly stimulated from when he’d been eating you out.

You reached a hand between your legs to rub at your clit, moaning loudly as he continued abusing your hole. His hips snapped loudly against your thighs. It only took a few more thrusts and you were pushed over the edge, your toes curling as your cunt clenched and spasmed tightly around him.

That seemed to be all it took for him to finish, too. He panted, his hips slowing down. 

“Fuck,” You both said, before chuckling breathlessly as you spoke at the same time.

“Jinx, you owe me a soda.” Eddie winked down at you, before pulling out. 

He hung out for a little longer, the two of you talking as you got dressed about the tour you were leaving for tomorrow, and how exciting it all was.

“Alright, Jonathan and Gareth are riding with the roadies. The rest of us are in this van.” Steve patted a black van next to him. “I’ve already double checked the list that we’ve got all of the equipment in one of them, so we should be good.” Steeve grinned. “Everyone find a place to put your bags, and let's hit the road!”

You climbed into the black van, sitting in the passenger seat up front next to Steve who was driving. Eddie and Billy sat in the back seat. This was going to be an interesting ride, for sure.

Hell, the entire tour would be an interesting ride. Being stuck in a van with two men you fucked, and Billy; who was just as rambunctious as Eddie was. 

Well, as long as you were away from Jonathan’s glaring stare. 

“Can we stop at the store for snacks, dad?!” Eddie asked as he leaned over the center console to look at Steve, who groaned.

“If you can promise to be quick.” Steve responded. 

Eddie and Billy cheered. The stop was not quick, and Steve spent a good fifty dollars on candy and snacks for the group. 

Hey, they were driving for a few hours, anyways.

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Thanksgiving with Eddie

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Thanksgiving in the Munson household is a modest affair, so once you and Eddie start dating, it becomes standard practice to invite him and Wayne to celebrate with your family. They’re both incredibly grateful to be included in the festivities. Wayne helps out in the kitchen, but Eddie gets banned after trying to sneak one too many taste tests of the food being prepared.

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fictober day twenty nine - halloween party, eddie munson x reader

warnings - eddie munson x reader, fluff, light angst, love confession, eddie being head over heals, drinking + smoking

word count - 2.1k

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You sparkled, literally. You blinded, with the way that you sparkled, with the way the light hit you. It was like you were the only person in the room. It’s not like Eddie was looking anywhere else, he felt like he physically couldn’t, like you had him under a spell. You weren’t a witch, though, you weren’t some sorceress. It would have been easier to explain, if you had some supernatural grip on him that gave him heart eyes, but no, that was all you. 

You were hardly dancing, just bobbing up and down to the music. You were packed tight between people in costumes Eddie didn’t recognize, practically grinding against them. He didn’t mind, in fact he couldn’t mind, he had to just watch from afar and smile. 

Eddie figured you were the reason he did most things these days. You had been friends for years, met him when you were a freshman wandering the halls of Hawkins High School. He wasn’t quite sure why you approached him of all people, Eddie always thought he looked scary and started to pride himself on that idea. But you tapped his shoulder and asked where to find the chemistry lab, and after a pause to gather himself, he sent you in the right direction. 

He easily could have messed with you, told you to go the opposite way. He could have even turned his back, acted like he didn’t hear you or just flat out ignore you. Maybe it was your pleading eyes, your confidence, whatever it was it made him smile.

You became inseparable. Wherever you went, Eddie followed, and that went on for years. He helped you get your driver’s license, taught you how to roll a joint, forced you to learn a riff or two on his guitar. You showed him how to take care of his hair, helped him set up for his shows, and maybe most importantly, forced him to graduate.

You watched as both of you somehow ended up in the same grade after he failed his senior year, and you were determined to make sure he wouldn’t fail again. You were in his room almost every day after school, lying down on his mattress and rereading an essay of his or correcting his math homework. 

It worked, he graduated with you in the spring and let Wayne take pictures of the two of you in your caps and gowns, one of which sat in his wallet. He looked at it a lot, especially when he missed you. He worked now, you went to school, and though you both still lived at home your time for each other had dwindled. But anytime you were free, Eddie would dedicate his full attention to you, even if it was just getting drive-thru food or sitting in his car listening to music. He liked your company, even if it hurt him to not tell you how he felt. 

Eddie knew that telling you that he was in love, and had been for a long time, would ruin the friendship that was already holding on by a thread. His friends thought his pining was obvious, but Eddie figured you just saw it as friendly, loving in a platonic way. They had also convinced him that you would never go out with him, which didn’t help at all. His confidence concerning a future relationship with you was dying out. 

He tried to ignore the thoughts, but it was beyond difficult. He felt completely friendzoned, with the way that you’d squeeze his hand when crossing a busy street or fidget with a loc of his hair when you were bored. The actions could be taken as romantic, but Eddie knew that to you it was just something you do with your best friend, and unfortunately that’s all he was and would ever be. 

He was starting to feel like a creep. When you came home from one of his gigs, he let you stay the night, offered up his shower and some clean clothes. You returned to him, hair a little damp, his Ozzy shirt hanging from your body, covering almost every inch of his sweatshorts. You curled up next to him, an album of your taste playing quietly as Eddie sat up with a book in his lap. 

He hadn’t noticed you were asleep for a few moments, but eventually heard your breath even and little movements cease. He turned off his lamp and placed his book aside, just to return to see you illuminated by the moonlight streaming in through his broken blinds. He would’ve taken a picture if it wouldn’t wake you, but he knew the flash would make you stir. Instead, he laid down beside you and tried to keep his distance to not disturb you. It didn’t work though, your hand that was holding two of his fingers stayed put as you unconsciously scooted closer to him. 

It was the closest he had ever been to heaven, and you had no idea how elated it made him. It hurt, he couldn’t convince himself that it didn’t anymore. Losing you, though, might have been worse, and he wasn’t about to test that theory. 

So he’d watch you glow, shimmer as the sequins of your halloween costume glistened under the dim lights. He watched from the porch, his back against the railing and a cigarette hanging between his lips. Your eyes were closed, probably trying to feel the music as best you could, Eddie noticed you did that in the car and at his shows. He usually felt stupid in costumes, but you always looked so confident. You had convinced him to be a vampire with you, and while you wore a shimmering black gown with cranberry colored embellishments, he popped in the fake fangs you bought him and called it good. People already looked at him like he was a freak, soon to be nobody ready to fade into the background once everyone inevitably forgot about him, so there was no need to make himself seen at a halloween party. You couldn’t care less about the attention but you got it, the good kind where people would question why you spent so much time with a guy like Eddie.

Your eyes opened, a laugh and something inaudible to Eddie fell from your lips. You turned yourself around, peering over heads that filled the room before looking out the sliding glass door to see Eddie. He smiled, showing off the fact that he took out the fangs, and took a drag of the cigarette in his mouth. 

When you opened the door, the music swelled for a moment before reverting to its damped sound when you slammed it shut as you stormed up to him. “I know you didn’t get rid of your fangs, Edward.” You had a bit of a lisp, the teeth poking out from under your lips as you spoke. He tried not to laugh, suficing for a smile and turning his head from you. “Tobacco comes first, babe.” You pouted harder, letting out a hough and leaning against the railing next to him. “If you say so.”

He tried not to look at you, fearing he’d say something he would regret. He hated the way you made him feel, he wanted to be normal and treat you like he would Gareth or Jeff, but you weasled your way somewhere deep in his gut where he hid his truest feelings. 

When he did turn to you, he couldn’t believe how breathtaking you were. Sure, your mascara had clumped up under your eyes and your skin was damp with sweat, but Eddie thought it added to your beauty. You took some short breaths, lips plump and rosy, cheeks warm and hair sticking to your forehead. He was lost in you.

“You good?” You asked, causing him to realize you had caught him staring. He blushed, mumbling a lie about how fine he was. You pressed your lips in a thin line and nodded, clearly not convinced though Eddie couldn’t think about that. “How’s it in there?” He asked, letting smoke pour out of his mouth as he spoke. You sighed, “It’s fine, wish you were in there, though.” He pressed a hand to his chest, taking the other to hold against his head, “Who, little old me?”. You chuckled, pushing his shoulder as he followed your laughter with his own. “I’m serious, would rather be dancing with you in there.”

“I can promise you that’s not true.” He added, tilting his head down to peek at the ground a few feet below the porch. “I can promise you that it is true.” He blushed again, taking his lip between his teeth and he stuck his cigarette in his fingers. He took a step to put it out in an ashtray, eyebrows furrowing a bit as he did. “Stop it.”

Your smile faded, head tilting to the side. It wasn’t often that Eddie got frustrated with you, so his outburst was sudden. Before you could get a word in, he spoke again. “Please just stop with the flirting.” He was a bit far from you now, eyes burrowing into yours. You wanted to step closer but you couldn’t, almost like your feet were glued to the wood planks below you. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” Your voice was quieter, almost shy. Your body was hot, a mix of embarrassment and the lingering feeling of bodies pressing against each other still hitting you. Eddie felt bad for calling you out, he wasn’t sure if you realized what you were doing or if that’s just how you acted. He could read you well, and he hated it. 

“It’s just, I can’t,” Eddie was usually good at talking, but right then the words wouldn’t form. He took a deep breath, squeezing his eyes to help stop his head from spinning. His lack of words became word vomit almost instantly. “I know you’re fucking beautiful, and you’re amazing, I don’t need the flirting to try and convince me that you are those things, okay? And, jesus, I don’t even know if you know how the things you say affect me. I don’t think I’d be able to live with myself, o-or stand next to you if you did. I don’t wanna ruin anything because you’re my best friend, you’re the closest I’ve ever been to anyone in my whole life. I know you love me, we tell each other that all the time, but I'm in love with you. Y/n, I can pinpoint the moment you made me fall for you, isn’t that stupid?” He ran his fingers though the hair on his scalp, letting out a nervous laugh while he did. 

“That night I cried in your bed,” You began, which made Eddie hesitantly open his eyes to see how close you were to him, the fake teeth now in your hand, “I had a rough day, you were in the kitchen and I just started crying. When you came in I tried to stop but you just got in bed with me. You didn’t make me talk about it, but you offered if I ever wanted to. You just held me, for hours. I woke up and your arms were still around me.” Eddie couldn’t move apart from beginning to shake his head. “That’s when I knew.” You mumbled, letting silence fall over the two of you. 

Neither of you knew which one should speak first, maybe Eddie to apologize or you to comfort him. Instead, continuing the quiet you had both been stewing in, you walked towards him, letting the floorboards creak as you did. Your arms wrapped around Eddie’s neck, and slowly both of you closed the gap between your faces, letting your foreheads rest together. “I’m gonna kiss you now, okay?” Eddie nodded feverishly, groaning as soon as your lips connected. It was short, but long awaited and rewarding. Your lips were softs, brushing against the rigidness of his and probably coating them in your cherry chapstick. His arms were a bit awkward, though eventually they fell to your waist and hugged you snuggly against his body. 

When the kiss broke, you returned to hold your head against his, both of your eyes shut. “Can we dance now, please?” He chuckled, humming as if to say ‘sure’. He expected you to guide the two of you back into the party, but your feet stayed put. You swayed the two of you to the music playing inside, only really hearing the heavy bass though the walls of the house. Both of you stayed like that, continuing the same monotonous dance for what felt like forever, sharing quick kisses when you could and feeling each other's cold skin as the night grew deeper and deeper. 

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