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My equal | Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader

Summary: The Dungeon Master wants you to sit on the throne with him

Word count: 0.7k

Request: sitting on the throne with Eddie and the hellfire members being nervous and jealous

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When Dustin brought his sister as a sub for Lucas for the Cult of Vecna campaign, he didn’t think his Dungeon Master would take a liking to her and spend the whole campaign flirting. He most certainly didn’t expect for you and him to start going out and become a couple.

After your shift at the diner, you met Eddie in the ‘play room’ to help him set up the game board and light the candles before the other members arrived. You didn’t join the club for all of their campaigns, but you had nothing planned tonight so decided to join. And, who was Eddie to complain? 

You pulled out the little monster figurines from the box, setting them on Eddie’s side of the table. ‘’Excited for tonight?’’ 

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eddie munson being his shy! soft! cute angel's first boyfriend and she completely spoils him. with affection and praises and pet names and showing him off and not caring one bit about judgement. and it makes him all flustered?

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eddie most definitely isn't used to anyone wanting to 'show him off', anyone he has ever liked or had a 'thing' with had either ghosted him or wanted to keep it on the downlow. so when he finally gets into a relationship where he gets to hold hands and kiss and be cute in public, it's all very surreal to him. he was the 'freak of hawkins high', why would anyone want to flaunt him around? but you did. you parade him around, constantly talk up his band and how much of an amazing dungeon master he is. you call him things like 'babycakes', and 'lovebug', and while at first he was confused, he now adores it. he's constantly having to tell you that he doesn't need you to buy him gifts, or anything for that matter, and yet you can't help but shower him with them. you always make sure he has the newest record of his favourite bands, sometimes even having to specially order them in, but you didn't mind because you'd do anything to see the way his face lights up when he opens them. it's safe to say that after you, eddie munson is absolutely a hopeless romantic ᰔ

When We Were Young

part 2

Older Ex Eddie Munson x reader

Other parts 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6.

Intro: 5 years have past since you packed up and left behind Hawkins. Well not all of it, as the people you met there are still a huge part of your life. But it's been 5 years since you had set a foot in the small town, 5 years since you left him. And now after all that time you were back.

Warning: angst, language, mentions of suicide, miscarriages, self harm, mental health Arguments. Mentions of break ups. Female identity reader. Panic attacks. Y/n used

Bold parts are flashbacks

Word count: 2.8k

A/n: please only read if you are in a good place, I wouldn't want this story to trigger or hurt anyone. I’m dyslexic so if some bits don’t make sense I’m sorry. Let me know if you wanna be tagged in the next part. Sorry it took me so long to write this

You were so anxious and aggregated you needed something to do with your hands. There were pots and pans ready to be loaded into the dishwasher. So instead you scrubbed them in the sink. You were rigorous with it making things shine that hadn’t in a while. You could hear mutters in the other room, but all you could hear was him. He had haunted your dreams for years and now he was here. You scrubbed and hummed hoping to block out any sounds. The noise felt worse than nails on a chalkboard.

He couldn’t believe were humming, as it all was merry. As if Eddie's world wasn’t crumbling right in front of him. He moved his eyes towards the kitchen glaring, starting to walk towards the room. Anger moved his body. Steve put a hand on his chest stopping him from “calm down”. Eddie shoves him off, getting closer to the man. “Calm down?!” There is a knock on the door, which is ignored by the men at the bottom of the stairs in a stare-down.

Eddie had barely managed to survive the upside down. Even with Hopper helping to legally clear his name. He was the same, life wasn't the same. He tried his best to appreciate everything that he had, new friends, his uncle, and you, but whenever he heard the mutter of the townsfolk, he sometimes wondered if it would have been better to be dead. He was struggling big time with PTSD but he didn't know that. And he definitely wasn't going to burden you with his problems. He felt so alone, that no one would understand what he was going through. Not that he gave anyone a chance to understand. You had noticed he was down so you suggested his favourite horror film. This made him snap, he shouted at you, “How dumb can you be! Why would I want to watch that!?”. Not bothering to explain why he didn't want to watch it. Not telling you he was scared that it would make the thoughts of Chrissy’s bones breaking worse.

There’s another knock. Nancy comes tumbling down the stairs “Steve aren’t you gonna get that?” Her eyes go wide upon seeing Eddie. Shit. No this could cause you to spiral, you were doing so good you didn’t need this setback. All three of them stood frozen, not sure what to do or say. The only sound now was the tapping of Munson’s foot, and your humming from the kitchen. Another knock.

The noise pulls you from your thoughts. After the fourth knock, you realise no one is getting it. You breathe in and straighten your back. Look forward don’t look at him. Keep a smile on your face. You walk over to the door ignoring the scene at the side of you. Everyone’s face turns to you. You open the door and try to ignore the burning stares in the back of your head. “Y/n!” Dustin runs into your arms pulling you into a tight embrace. “I’ve missed you”. He murmurs into your chest. You rub his head “you too kid”. Max pushes him out of the way, “give her some air dude”.

“Sup y/n” she tries to act cool, but you notice the tears in her eyes. You don’t mention it, but you understand how she feels. So you pull her into a hug. “I missed you too” you whisper in her ear. You then pulled away and Lucas awkwardly side-hugged you, the smile on his face showing how much he's missed you. Even if his cool persona wouldn’t tell you so. Robin in typical Robin fashion was running late, probably busy with her ‘not’ girlfriend. It was obvious to everyone they were dating but they were trying to keep it lowkey.

Unfortunately, El, Mike, Will and Jonathan couldn't make it, something about family commitments. You wish they were here not just because you missed them but because the more people here the least likely you would have to talk to him. That him that you were still trying to avoid looking at, which was hard with his eyes burning into you. Dustin was also avoiding the dungeon master's eyes. He felt like he was to blame for the frosty atmosphere, maybe having something to do, like eating, would help. “Nanc when’s food ready? I’m starving”. The sound of the younger boy broke her trance, food, she had completely forgotten. God, she hoped it wasn’t burning. She wanted this night to be perfect, it seemed like fate had another ideas. “You all go and sit down, me and y/n will dish up”. You nodded and left for the kitchen with Nancy.

Eddie didn’t know what to do with himself, no one ever spoke about you so he just assumed you left everyone behind turns out it was just him. He couldn’t pinpoint one feeling for the way he felt, betrayed, angry, heartbroken, curious. The worst part of it all is you were still just as beautiful maybe more so. He hated you for that. He hated you for a lot of things.

You put on the oven gloves taking the casserole out of the oven minutes before it started to go from brown to black. However, maybe burnt food would distract Nancy from the interview she was about to conduct. “I didn’t know he was coming,” she says in hushed tones, you hum agreeing not wanting to get into it. You place the food down, glancing away from Nancy. You weren’t sure what your face looked like, but it probably seemed worried. You were trying to remember all the techniques you had learned to stop you from having a panic attack, counting, listing, and breathing techniques. You were currently counting how many ducks were on the oven gloves you were wearing. 1,2,3,4 “are you okay?” You nod, going back to counting 5, 6, 7. “Should I get him to leave?”. You shake your head.

“No,” you say unconvincingly, you knew everyone else was still friends with him, why should you get in the way of that? It was so long ago, you should probably get over it. Does he even remember what happened? You wonder if he ever regretted it. Should you hate him? You got so caught up in your thoughts that you completely lost count. You were trying to stop your thoughts and you’ve done the complete opposite. It’s okay you could just start again 1,2,3.

“I understand it’s hard seeing him if you wanna talk -“ she hesitates she wants you to feel like you can go to her because you can. But she knows it’s always been you and Steve against the world. She never really fit in. She wasn’t jealous of you, like that anyways. She knew Steve loved her and any feelings you two held were platonic. But she couldn’t help but feel a little left out from the bond you two had. Everyone here had a shared trauma, from their experience of the upside down. Some are worse than others. She could handle that, she knew what to say. How to help. But only you and Steve had experienced that night. She never heard the full story only that it had happened.

She wasn’t there in the aftermath, she wasn’t even there when you left. She wanted to help, she needed to help. She didn’t want to see you in pain ever again, but she felt useless. Steve seemed to be the only person you found comfort in with anything bad. Nancy only got to know happy you, she never got to see the other side. She loved you so much, she wanted to be let completely in. She wanted you to feel like you could come to her with anything and she would help. But there she was in the kitchen trying to show you she was here, she was ready to listen to be a shoulder and you were shutting her out again. She was glad you also couldn’t see her face so you didn’t see the defeated look. “Shall we plate up?” You nod.

You could hear a beeping sound in your ear, which might be the most annoying sound you could ever hear. It felt like it was piercing through your ear drums. You had to open you eyes to get rid of that awful sound. You tried but they felt heavy, you could feel the light seeping through but you couldn’t open them. The last thing you remember is the water starting to turn red. Had you actually done it, was this the end? Was this was the afterlife was? The beeping got louder again, god I must be in hell. Another noise came through over the bleeping.

“Y/n!”. You weren’t dead yet, you had so much you regretted. God Steve you didn’t want to leave him, you didn’t want to put him through this. He was the only thing you had left now. You just couldn’t cope. It was all too much, and the love of your life didn’t want you. But what about if Steve blamed himself? You needed to tell him it wasn’t his fault. Wait what if you regret it? Is it too late? Can you change your mind? All of a sudden you feel a squeeze of your hand. It was so warm, it felt like it was breaking the ice on your body that made it frozen. It was home. You had to get your eyes open, you used all your force, it hurt your head, but you could do it. You saw a blurred silhouette, all you could make out was a blur of brown hair. Omg was it, Eddie, did he save you? Did he still love you? The figure reached forward running a hand through your hair. “You had me worried there”. It wasn’t Eddie but it was your best friend.

Dinner was edible, maybe Steve was right Nancy had got better at cooking. God, she was perfect. You wish you could be more normal like her instead of the mess you were. No, you were doing good, you graduated from university, you have a new job, a new house. You had all of these amazing people who cared about you. You looked around the table and smiled. Until you saw your ex-boyfriend, it’s like the sight of him made you forget how far you’ve come. You were suddenly thrown back to four years ago.

You wish you were just thinking about the bad times, but looking at his face, (god why was he still hot) you couldn’t help but remember the good too. “So why are you back in town?” Eddie didn’t even try to sound nice when asking this. Okay, scratch that now you definitely weren’t thinking of the good times. Be nice y/n, and show him how good you’re doing. “I got scouted for a job at the school” he smirks “I wouldn’t go back there even if they paid me a million dollars”. You plaster a smile on your face, despite the anger that you were starting to feel. “What do you do then?”.

You were both all smiles but anyone in this room knew this wasn’t a friendly chat this was more like a western shootout, of who would win the breakup. “I didn’t sellout, I followed my dream, I own a rock bar” one point to Eddie. “I don’t remember the word bar in your dream. But it was so long ago I can’t remember much from then” point to you. “Yeah it was long ago, it’s like we were different people. We’ve grown up so much. I’ve even got a girlfriend now” this is a complete lie but the smile on your face threatening to fade was enough to show he had won another point. “god I wish I had time for things like dating I’ve been far too busy, getting a degree, but good for you that you have the time for things like that”. Point to you. “ you know I heard people who go to school to study theatre are the only ones who aren’t talented enough to get hired, but I’m sure that’s not true for you. I’m sure you’re just becoming a teacher because you’re good with kids”. Point to him.

Steve had watched enough of this, he had let you both have your little spat but now it was enough, it was going too far. “Who wants dessert?” The seat dragged out behind Eddie, “I’m gonna go for a smoke”. Dustin wanted to say something, he knew his friend was trying to quit, but he was already in the dog house. So he thought it was better to sit there quietly, letting him leave. You slump into your chair, trying to keep the smile up but it becomes harder as the minute pass. You could feel a lump in your throat either tears would soon follow, or you would be sick. “Maybe later, I’m just gonna go to the toilet” you avoid Steve’s eyes peering towards you trying to gauge how you are feeling. You weren’t the only one feeling sick, Steve was starting to worry. Hopefully, this didn’t set you over the edge.

You sink onto the tiled cold floor, leaning against the door not bothering to lock it, your breathing is harsh it’s becoming harder and harder to be calm. Counting helped before maybe you could do that again, this time with tiles. 1, 2,3, 4, 5 the door to the bathroom was pushed open. Sending you flying forward. “sorry I d- oh” Jesus the two of you couldn’t be away from each other for more than a few minutes. You were a magnet to your biggest heartbreak. That was such a cruel fate. You don’t even bother looking at him, you already have given yourself enough material to fill your thoughts for the next couple of months. Torturing yourself with his good looks, signature smirk and the image of what his girlfriend might look like.

He had been trying to get hold of you for a month since originally trying to apologise. At first, he was worried, but now he was annoyed, you didn’t get to abandon him like everyone else. He was gonna fix this. He knew the one person who would know where you were - Steve, which is why he was now here banging on his door. Steve answered, his posture was off, he had lost weight, and bags under his eyes, his nightmares were the worse they had been and now they weren’t just about the monsters. “Where is she?”. His words came out harsher than he meant to. His anger wasn’t meant for Steve but for you, maybe even himself.

Steve used all his energy in his next exchange, he stood up straight to slightly hovering over Eddie to show dominance. “Leave her alone, I mean it”. There was no way Steve would betray you. No one knew what happened and he was going to keep it that way. He was especially going to keep it from Eddie, whom he wish he didn’t but he blamed it on. Even if it wasn’t completely his fault.

Eddie felt like he was back in high school being looked down on by a jock. Which is why he reacted how he did next. “She’s my girlfriend, not yours” he spat. Hoping to prove this meant he knew you better than your best friend. But these were just words. Unfortunately know Eddie wouldn’t recognise the person you had became. Steve wanted to laugh but he was too weak for that. “You lost that title a while ago asshole” he shamed the door. Tears filled Eddie’s eyes, his hands shook. He was maybe the angriest he had ever felt, you couldn’t even break up with him in person. Those 2 years meant nothing.

“I thought you were going for a smoke” he stepped over you and started rummaging through the cabinet under the sink, in search of Steve’s stash he hides from Nancy. The silence is deafening. “What are you looking for?” He huffs, you can’t believe him. “Childish much”. He spots the red label of Marlboro behind a conditioner and pulls it out. He turns around and stares at you, his gaze makes you uncomfortable so you wrap your arms around yourself hoping to disappear. “You know I always imagined what it would feel like the next time I saw you, what I’d say? Would I still think you’re pretty?”. He looks you up and down, “turns out I didn’t have to worry. Because I look at you and feel nothing.” The words leaving his mouth left a bitter taste, but that’s what was needed to officially win the breakup.

After that, he left the bathroom. Not hearing your breathing becoming intense and a panic attack starting to begin. All he could think about was how he needed to get home. He couldn’t keep up this façade for much longer. Pretending to hate you when he still loved you despite the hurt. He need to go out before he did something stupid and apologised for what he said. Even if he did, what would that help, you didn’t care about him. Overwise you wouldn’t have left all those years ago and come back acting as if nothing had happened. The only solace he could have is he won. He hurt you like he’s been hurting for years. He would spend tonight, drowning in whiskey, tears and thoughts of you. Knowing you had already won the break-up the moment you left.

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Something About Books and Covers - Eddie Munson

Eddie is a metalhead. I'm a metalhead. We're perfect, right? Right. Anyways, I sat down and wrote this for almost 3 hours straight with only one bathroom break...I don't expect this to pop off lmao

Warnings: Possibly triggering content, bullying (physical and religion based cause metal music was considered of the devil in the 80s) , very fluffy in the beginning, very angsty in the middle, then back to very fluffy, and very slight spoilers for S4 i guess? But not really.

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Eddie was ecstatic. Metallica was finally coming to Indiana and there was no way he was missing this tour date. No way in hell. 

It was on a school night, but he couldn’t care less. He’s skipped school so many times already so he didn’t care that he'd miss a couple days, it wouldn’t make much difference anyway, he knew he would already have to repeat the grade regardless. So why not?

He hadn’t seen Metallica before, never having the money or transportation to take him to one of their concerts, but finally having a driver's license and having saved up some money from summer jobs, he would finally be able to see one of his favorite bands.

He was talking to his friends about how excited he was about it. He wore a smug grin when they expressed their jealousy. He was a little disappointed that none of his friends could go with him, but he also didn’t mind going to the concert alone. Besides, it’s not like he’d be paying attention to them during the set anyway. Driving home would be the worst part because he just knew that he’d be exhausted after the fact. But something his friend said suddenly caught his undivided attention. “Sorry, can you repeat that please?” Eddie voiced.

“I said, I heard a rumor that Y/n girl was going to that concert tomorrow night too. I heard some of her friends talking about it at their lockers.”

Eddie scoffed. “There’s no way. I mean, look at her, she looks like she listens to Cyndi Lauper or Madonna or some shit.” He chuckled. “That girl wouldn’t be caught dead at a metal concert.”

“I don’t know, man. Her friends seemed pretty upset about it.”

“Dude, I bet my life savings that there’s no way she is going. It’s impossible. She goes to Harrington parties dude, trust me, it’s just a rumor.”

As Eddie got ready for the concert that next day, he couldn’t help but think about what his friends were talking about. He also couldn’t help but laugh. Picturing you at a metal concert was a hilarious thought. You’d stick out like a sore thumb. For Eddie, he wouldn’t even go near a concert that wasn’t metal, they’d probably stone him to death or something. He scared people, he made them uncomfortable, just by being himself. It was bullshit.

Eddie quickly shook those negative thoughts out of his head, he was not going to go into a mindspace that would put a bummer on his whole night. He turned up his radio all the way and belted out every song that came on his mixtape, trying not to get into a crash from headbanging.

He made sure to get there early, hence skipping school. He needed to get a good spot, hopefully near the front at the barricade. That would be a dream. But this was the first time Metallica ever had a show in Indiana, so there were a bunch of people who even camped outside the building. Yeah…these were Eddie’s people. Didn’t see you in the line though. He didn’t know why he was looking, it’s not like he wanted you there, he was just really curious.

As everyone started to pile into the venue, he felt the nervous excitement bubble up in his chest, almost like the time when he got his first tattoo, but this was obviously different. This was excitement to see a band that inspired him, that he looked up to, a band that made his life significantly better. He’d remember this night forever.

Eddie cheered along with the rest of the crowd as the opening band came on, he knew a couple of their songs but he was really only there for Metallica, but he’d enjoy himself regardless. And he got a pretty decent view considering the larger crowd, and his height helped. He felt bad if anyone behind him was shorter, he’d absolutely hate it if he was behind a taller person. There was this one kid behind him, holding a sign that said it was his first concert. That warmed Eddie’s heart, he couldn’t not let the kid move in front of him.

From his new spot, he could still see the stage pretty well, so he was thankful for that. But the new spot also gave him a chance to have a better look around to see who was in the crowd. It’s not like he wanted to people watch, he had that done to him too many times already, but he did like seeing who else was in the crowd to see who he could be friends with if they looked interesting enough. But one person only really stood out to him.

Eddie couldn’t believe what his eyes were seeing. It must’ve been a hallucination, right? There was no way you were at this same concert. You, miss straight A’s and future valedictorian and member of the student council, were at a metal concert? On a school night? Eddie must’ve been dreaming because there was no way someone like you would be in a place like this.

Eddie pinched himself a few times, almost breaking his own skin, but he was still not waking up. Damn…he wasn’t dreaming. 

You couldn’t have been there of your own volition, he decided. You must’ve been dragged here by a boyfriend or best friend…or it was a dare. But from where Eddie stood, it looked like you were having fun. You were even dressed in a slightly different getup, not completely far from what you normally wore in school, but enough that you didn’t look too out of place. But to everyone else, you probably looked like you were in your element. They didn’t have the knowledge Eddie did.

It’s not like you were one of those stereotypical popular girls, he never saw you be mean to anyone or partake in the bullying of nerds and outcasts like the jocks. Granted, you weren’t a jock, but you were still a popular. You were actually pushing people around on the outskirts of a mosh pit with a huge smile on your face, the biggest smile he’d ever seen you wear. It was kind of…attractive. He had a hard time paying attention to the opening bands, he was so enthralled watching you in his preferred environment. He didn’t know why, but he felt a bit of pride even though he didn’t really know you. Maybe he’d have to change that.

While the stage crew set up Metallica’s equipment, Eddie pushed through the crowd to get where you were, apologizing to every person he pushed past until he finally was next to you. “Well, well, look who it is. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Your eyes widened in excitement, wearing that big smile like you had been earlier, it made Eddie’s stomach feel like it was doing somersaults. “Oh, hi! Eddie, right?” You replied. Well, he definitely didn’t expect you to know his name.

“Uh, yeah.” Eddie cleared his throat nervously. “What’re you doing here?” He tried not to sound accusatory, but that edge was still in his tone. He didn’t want to come off as an asshole, but this scene was important to him and he didn’t want someone who didn’t enjoy the music to spoil the atmosphere.

You caught on to his attitude immediately, raising an eyebrow. “Same reason why you’re here, I’d assume.”

“Mm, sorry that I kinda doubt that.”

“Oh, and why is that?”

“Well, you’re…you. Popular, straight A student, someone who hangs out with people that makes fun of people like me.”

“Oh, so, people who do well in school can’t possibly like this kind of music right?”

Eddie winced, scratching the back of his neck nervously. “Well, no…it’s just, I never expected you to like this kind of music.”

“Don’t judge a book by its cover. You of all people should know that, right? Or is everyone right about you, that you’re a devil worshiping freak?”

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry. I got a little protective. This is my safe space and I was just worried you’d…ya know, ruin it or something.” Eddie mumbled, fidgeting with the ends of his hair, then holding out his hand. “Truce?”

You stared at his hand for a moment before rolling your eyes with a smirk. “Yeah, okay, truce.” Taking his hand, you almost shivered at the cold metal of his rings that lined his fingers. You had always thought he was attractive, the jock types never really interested you, but Eddie was interesting. There was just something so alluring about him. The rough start was more than a little concerning, but at least he apologized.

Nobody really knew that you were a metalhead, it was something that you kept on a need to know basis. Hearing society’s opinion about metal music didn’t really make you comfortable to be open about it. Almost everyone thought people who listened to metal were a devil worshiper or a serial killer. You had heard people talking about how Richard Ramirez listened to heavy metal and that must be why he was going on a killing spree, though it was mostly middle aged Christian women you had heard talking that way, but it still wasn’t very reassuring.

You always admired Eddie from afar, but you were always too afraid to talk to him, even about the similar music taste. He seemed nice enough, but then again, you both were from two completely different worlds. It just didn’t seem likely to happen. You had always planned to go to this concert, and when you found out that Eddie would be too, you felt like the stars aligned. Even if you never saw him in the crowd, you would be happy to know that he was at least in the same building as you, as creepy as that sounds. But when he actually made an effort to talk to you, it was almost as good as being at the concert.

After the truce, you both got to talking before the headliner finally played. You actually had some common interests. Eddie played the guitar and you had always wanted to, he said that he could try to teach you sometime, which was unexpected. You hoped the dim lighting in the building would hide your blush, but you could see a smirk on Eddie’s face in the corner of your eye. Thankfully, the lights completely dimmed and the stage lights coming on signaling that Metallica was finally coming on saved you from further embarrassment.

And out came Metallica, James Hetfield front and center in all his glory. It was a real starstruck moment, for both you and Eddie.

Every once in a while, you and Eddie would glance over at each other, huge smiles on both of your faces and slightly sweaty from jumping around and singing to the tops of your lungs. It was surprisingly intimate. You loved seeing Eddie in his natural habitat, you could tell how much this concert meant to him. It was really a sight to behold, if your eyes weren’t on the band you were looking at Eddie. The same thing could be said for him as well. Eddie didn’t know how to handle seeing you like this, it was a fine line between surprise and arousal, he didn’t know if the scale would tip by the time the night ended.

You and Eddie laughed as you both were squished together by the force of the crowd, the only way for him to be truly comfortable was for him to wrap his arm around your shoulders but you didn’t mind. It actually felt nice, despite the humid heat that enveloped the whole crowd, making your exposed skin stick to his leather jacket. Sometimes you’d stumble onto him, but he always made sure to never let you fall. You were grateful that he was your tall person that saved you from being crushed by crowd surfers, making sure your head was ducked before he’d help the person. You got kicked a couple of times, but it was no big deal. You were sure you’d have bruises by the time you got home.

As the band started playing their encore, you and Eddie held onto each other and sang along as loud as you could, knowing all the lyrics by heart. The two of you weren’t each looking at the band, you both were practically singing to each other. Your mouth was so sore from smiling so much, and you could tell that you wouldn’t be able to talk properly after singing for so long.

As Metallica said goodnight and walked off the stage, you felt the post-concert depression already kick in. It was over all too soon, but it was in part because you and Eddie probably wouldn’t even talk to each other after this. You didn’t want that to happen. You wanted to have someone who would go to concerts with you. You didn’t really feel like any of your other friends truly saw you. Music was important to you, and someone like Eddie would understand that. You’ve only hung out with him for a few hours, not even talking to each other, but you already felt closer to him than anyone else.

Eddie kept his arm around you as you both walked out of the building with the rest of the crowd, the cold air instantly making the sweat on your skin feel freezing. You knew you should’ve brought a heavier jacket. He noticed you shivering and he quickly removed his own jacket, putting it around your shoulders. The inside of the jacket felt like a warm blanket, encompassing you and the scent of sweat mixed with cologne filled your nostrils, Eddie’s scent. It brought that blush back to your cheeks, but at least you could blame it on the cold air this time. 

“So…do you have a ride home? Or did you drive here?” Eddie asked after a beat of awkward silence.

“Oh, I was just gonna hail a cab. I just had a family member drop me off.”

“I drove here, I can give you a ride.” Eddie pointed to his van that was parked in the lot outside the venue. “It’s pretty busted up, there’s no air conditioning or heat, and it makes this weird clanking noise sometimes...but it’s something.”

“Yeah, it’s something.” You giggled, wrapping his jacket around you tighter. “Can I keep wearing the jacket?”

“Yeah. Yeah, of course! Can’t let you freeze to death now, can I?” He grinned, tugging you by the jacket sleeve to lead you to his van. 

It was still really cold inside the van, but now being alone with Eddie, you felt the heat from your blush all over your body. You tried not to wince as the van’s engine rattled loudly as he started the vehicle, it definitely sounded like it was crying out for a tuneup. Hopefully it wouldn’t die on the way back home. You told Eddie your address, thankfully it wasn’t too far out of the way. It wasn’t on the wealthy side of town, but you didn’t live in a trailer park like Eddie, it was someone in the middle and only round fifteen minutes from where he lived.

You felt guilty as you let your head rest against the window, your eyelids feeling heavier than you expected. This wasn’t exactly your first rodeo, but you used up a lot of energy during the show. “Ugh, I’m sorry I’m falling asleep.” You chuckled weakly.

“Oh, that’s okay. Go ahead, I’m good by myself. I’m a veteran at this point. I’ve only been in a couple car crashes.” He smirked, chuckling to himself when your eyes widened. “Seriously though, you can sleep. I’ll wake you up when we’re in Hawkins.”

“Thanks, Eddie.” You spoke softly, the drowsiness taking over your body quickly and making your eyes close for the rest of the trip.

Keeping his eyes on the road proved to be more difficult than Eddie had anticipated. He couldn’t stop himself from glazing over at your sleeping form, and you looked so peaceful. He couldn’t believe you were actually allowing him to drive you home. It seemed tonight was full of surprises. He almost didn’t want to wake you up when he saw the “You are now entering Hawkins” sign, but your sleepy voice and tired smile definitely made up for it.

“I’ll tell you when to turn.” You yawned, tucking your knees to your chest as close as you could to try and retain some warmth, Eddie’s large jacket almost swallowing your torso and legs.

“Hey, just out of curiosity, do you listen to Cyndi Lauper?”

You snorted followed by a couple giggles. “That’s a random question.”

“Well, do you?”

“Yeah, of course.” You chuckled. “What?” You asked when you saw his facial expression.

“Nothing, just not surprised.” He smirked.

“Oh and what, you don’t like Lauper?”

“I listen to real music.”

You laughed loudly, almost startling Eddie. “Ah, so you’re one of those metal elitists, huh? You think your music is the only real music? Time after time? Girls just wanna have fun? Come on, no human on earth can’t not like those songs.” Eddie only shrugged, a toothy grin on his face that reeked of smugness. “Expand your horizons, Eds. You’re missing out.” You were too giggly to realize what you had called him, but he definitely did. It managed to wipe off his smug grin. “Oh, you turn here.” You pointed out.

A loud silence came over the two of you as Eddie parked in front of your home and turned off the engine, the shared exhaustion between the two of you apparent. But Eddie looked over to you with a smile. “I should’ve said this earlier, but I had a lot of fun. Best concert I’ve been to yet.”

“Me too.”

“So,” He turned to you, “what happens now? Are we just gonna go back to our respective lives? Ignore each other in the halls until the next concert we find ourselves at?”

You frowned. “Eddie, come on. I’m not going to ignore you just because of what other people think. I’m not as shallow as you think.”

“So, we can still be concert partners?”

“I was thinking more than that. We can be actual friends.”

“Wow, we’re moving on up, huh?” He chuckled.

“Sorry, Eds, but you’re now officially stuck with me.”

“Not the worst fate in the world.” He smiled softly, looking into your eyes intensely.

Before you could overthink it, you leaned over and kissed Eddie on the cheek. “Goodnight, Eddie.” You smiled before getting out of the van, not looking back to see his reaction as you entered your home, leaning against the now closed door and giggling to yourself.

Unlike Eddie, you didn’t skip school the next day after that long night, you still had responsibilities. But you quickly regretted it as you walked through the halls of Hawkins High, hearing whispers and dirty looks getting sent your way as you made your way to your locker. It was mostly the jocks, the people you typically hung out with, which disappointed you even more, especially if they were talking about what you think they were. You even heard some hushed laughter from behind you, causing you to turn around to see some of your other friends looking at you with not so hidden smirks. Thankfully, it was only that, just whispers and looks, until lunch.

You sighed as you saw Hawkins' own golden boy Jason started making his way to your lunch table with a mischievous smirk on his face. You just played it cool, talked to him like you usually would. “Hi, Jason.” You smiled.

Jason looked back at his friends before he sat down in front of you. “Hey, Y/n. So, me and the boys heard some rumors about you today and I just wanted to hear your thoughts on it before I made any opinions.” He said, but it was clear he already made up his mind about you.

You chuckled flatly. “And what rumors would those be?”

“We heard that you were hanging with that Munson freak last night. You went to one of those devil worshiping sessions disguised as a music concert, even though it’s not even music, it’s just noise. It’s in your best interest to tell the truth.”

“Is that a threat, Carver?” You spat, your expression hardening.

“Just answer the question.”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but yes. I was at a concert last night, and Eddie was there. He was kind enough to drive me home too.”

Jason sighed in feign disappointment, clearly trying to hide his smirk. “I gotta say, I’m pretty disappointed in you, Y/n. I thought you were better than this. I thought you were a church goer, what would your pastor say?”

“I wasn’t aware that he was the boss of me, or you, for that matter.”

“I’m just trying to look out for my fellow brothers and sisters. You’re going down a dark path. Once you start hanging with the wrong crowd, it’s a slippery slope.”

A feeling of dread came over you when Jason looked back at his friends, trying to be subtle as he nodded back at them, the exchange causing their faces to light up in excitement. Expecting him to say more, he only gave you a sad smile as he left your table. And for the rest of the school day, that fake smile was all you could think about it, how sinister it felt. Your panic really started when you couldn’t find your bike, the lock you had on it had been broken off. Then, you felt a pair of strong hands take hold of your shoulders. You turned to look at one of the jocks from the basketball team, a huge smirk on his face.

You kicked and screamed, but either there was no one around to hear or no one cared. He and other jocks helped drag you to the back of the school, where Jason and the rest of the basketball and some of the cheerleading team were waiting for your grand entrance.

You didn’t know how long it was until they all let you go, but the sun was starting to set, but then again, the sun always set early during winter. It felt like an eternity, but you were just glad they finally got bored of you.

Your outer layers of clothing were ripped, your jeans and jacket having rips and holes in them. They’d have to be replaced. You had scratches and bruises and cuts galore. Bruises, and scratches, and cuts, oh my! You weakly chuckled at your own joke, immediately regretting doing so since your sides were bruised pretty badly. You dreaded having to walk home, they stole your bike so you had no choice. Your house was so far and you absolutely missed the bus, but there was one person who’s home was closer, and he wouldn’t turn you away. You just hoped he was home.

You were relieved to see Eddie’s van in the driveway, and you shakily raised you fist to knock on the door, surprised how quickly he answered. He was stunned for a moment as he looked you up and down with his eyebrows tightly knitted together, before he finally spoke. “What the hell happened to you?” He ushered you into his trailer, making you take a seat on his couch.

“Jason and the basketball team.” You replied with a wince, seeing Eddie’s concerned and confused face turn into seething rage. “Guess the whole school found out I was one of those devil worshipers.” You finger quoted, a weak smile on your face.

“They did this to you?” Eddie seethed.

“Well, they held me down while their cheerleaders beat the shit outta me for them.”

“That’s so fucked up.” He almost yelled, pacing back and forth in his living room while grasping at his hair. “God, I am so sorry.” His voice wavered, tears welling up in his eyes as he gazed at you.

“Hey, it wasn’t your fault, Eds. But, it would be nice if you could drive me home. They stole my bike and your place was closer.” You chuckled.

“Hold on, I think I have a first aid kit laying around here somewhere. They’re essential when living on this side of town.” You watched with slight amusement as Eddie frantically searched around his trailer for his first aid kit, it was pretty cute and you would have laughed if you weren’t in pain. “Ah, found it!” He walked back and sat next to you, emptying the whole box onto the cushions with shaking hands. “Don’t worry, I know how to patch someone up. Had to learn how to do that pretty early in life.” He chuckled nervously.

“Hey,” You grabbed ahold of his hand, “I’m okay. These wounds are just superficial, they’ll be gone in a week or so.”

Eddie stayed silent, staring at your hand that held his and hesitantly placing his other hand on top of yours, delicately running his thumb over your knuckles. “This never should’ve happened.”

“You’re telling me.” You tried to joke, but Eddie’s face quickly told you that this was not the time to be joking. “Sorry. But I’ll be fine, really. I probably won’t be at school tomorrow though.”

“I wouldn’t let you anyway.”

“Oh really?” You smirked.

Eddie finally gave you a weak smile, his larger hands enveloping yours. “Let me clean you up though, okay?” You nodded, letting him clean and dress your small wounds. He was gentle, his touch as feather light as possible. He didn’t want to hurt you any more than you already were. His fingertips running along your skin made you shiver. “Cold?”

“Uh, yeah, a bit.” You stuttered. “Oh, that reminds me, I still have your jacket from last night. I have to remember to return it to you.”

Eddie shook his head. “Nah, I’ll let you borrow it for a bit. You look cute in it, especially because it’s mine.” Those kinds of comments can give people heart attacks, you specifically.

“I’ll be sure to wear it often then.” You replied, wearing a small smirk on your face.

“Well, I’m…I’m all done. Did you want to go home now?”

“Do I have the option to stay? For a little while?”

Eddie smiled softly. “Of course.”

You couldn’t recall how you ended up in Eddie’s bed, but you welcomed it nonetheless. You especially welcomed the heat from his body that was against you, his arm draped over your side and holding you to his chest with a hand on your back. You didn’t realize how comfortable being held in someone’s arms could be, but it was probably because of who was holding you. 

You had woken up before Eddie, but that just meant you got to admire his face. He was so cute, you couldn’t help but lean up to gently kiss his stubbly chin. Apparently, that was enough to stir him awake. “Were you watching me sleep?”

“Mhm.” You nodded, smiling sweetly. Eddie briefly turned to look at his alarm clock on his bedside table, groaning in annoyance. “Time?”

Eddie frowned. “If I don’t tell you, will you go back to sleep?”

“No. Sorry.”

He sighed. “I guess I’ll take you home now. But I’m gonna come see you tomorrow, no doubt about that.”

“Can’t argue that.”

The next couple days went by smoothly. Eddie helped take care of you, even though you didn’t need help but you quickly learned you couldn’t win an argument with this boy. You knew he felt guilty for what happened, even though it wasn’t his fault. You tried convincing him of that, but he wouldn’t listen. You also learned that he was extremely stubborn, but who isn’t nowadays. You did dread going back to school, you were more embarrassed than anything else. You probably should’ve been scared, but it was hard when you had Eddie by your side. You’ve known him for a very short time but you already would go to war for each other. The power of music.

But when you walked through the halls, no one even looked at you. Almost everyone moved out of your way when you walked anywhere. You caught some stares, but they looked more fearful than disgusted. You noticed that Jason was nowhere to be seen. It was strange because he wasn't the type to miss school. You heard he had gotten in a car accident, he was driving drunk and ran a stop sign, another car ramming him and getting him a couple broken bones in the process. You thought about asking Eddie, but something told you not to. Either way, you were glad he’d be out of your hair for awhile.

But your curiosity finally peaked when Jason came back and…actually apologized to you. You thought he’d gun for you as soon as he came back, but he apologized. You almost thought that maybe a near death experience knocked some sense into him, but he looked too scared when he was saying sorry to you. It was suspicious, to say the least. You decided to finally bring it up to Eddie.

“Jason was acting pretty weird this morning.” You spoke up after school in his trailer, which became a regular hang out spot for you if Eddie wasn’t at your place.

“What? Why? What did he say to you? Did he threaten you? I swear to Christ, if he-”

“No, no!” You interrupted. “No, he told me he was sorry for what he did to me that day, said he wasn’t thinking straight, among other things.”

“Oh.”

“It just got me thinking, because that’s not like him at all.”

“How would you know what his typical behavior is like?”

“Well, I used to hang out with his crowd and him, for one. Plus, people like him never admit their wrongs, even if it kills them.”

“Guess he’d rather apologize than get killed…”

You narrowed your eyes, thoroughly analyzing Eddie’s expressions and body language. He was fidgeting with his rings, something he always did when he was nervous. And he was looking anywhere else but you. You scoffed in amusement. “You made him crash his car, didn’t you?”

“What? No, I don’t know what you’re talking about. He was the one who ran a spot sign while drinking, okay? It had nothing to do with me.” You only smiled smugly in response, eliciting a heavy sigh from him. “Alright, alright, fine. Yes, I…may have had a tiny part in that.”

“How?” You stuttered, amazed.

“I have some connections. I wasn’t gonna kill him or anything, I swear. I just wanted to scare him a bit. But then…well…it went a little further than I intended. I made him apologize to you, well, more like blackmailed him into apologizing.” Eddie looked up at you nervously, putting on his best puppy dog eyes. “Don’t hate me, please.”

“Oh, Eddie…” You frowned. “I could never hate you. I’m actually pretty impressed. Not gonna lie, I really wanted something bad to happen to that guy. I hope that doesn’t make me a bad person.”

“Y/n, you are literally the opposite of a bad person.” He said with an almost lovesick smile. You couldn’t handle it anymore…

Eddie let out a surprised noise as you suddenly leaned forward to capture his lips in a passionate, desperate kiss. You had wanted to do this ever since that night at the concert, so you were incredibly relieved when he reciprocated with fervor, grabbing you and pulling you into his lap.

You tangled your fingers in his long hair, gently pulling at the roots to elicit a groan from the man. After days and days of tension, having it finally break was almost overwhelming, but you couldn’t ask for anything better. You learned many things about Eddie, now happily learning how intoxicating his lips were. They moved against yours perfectly, his expertise not lost on you. You didn’t want it to end, you wanted to feel him against you forever, but you both had to come up for air.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” You smiled, chuckling breathlessly.

“Honestly, I have ever since I saw you in that mosh pit.” Eddie said, making you giggle. “So, I guess we’re moving on up again. From concert buddies to concert partners, yeah?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

~~~~~~~~~~

aw man...it hurts but my heart is also full

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟎

▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏   ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐   ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑  

▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒    ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓  ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔  

▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕    ▹ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖   ▹ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗

I hope you enjoy this chapter! - Love, Kiki 🖤  

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 |  Eddie Munson x female reader

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 |   THEN. You’re the only survivor among the Mind Flayer’s victims, thanks    to your friends - but after the Battle of Starcourt, you find yourself adrift in a sea of nightmares. Until an encounter in the woods with Eddie The Freak Munson offers an unexpected life line and turns your world upside down. NOW. Four months have passed since the winter night you walked out of Eddie’s trailer and his life for good. But when the mysterious headaches and nightmares return full-force and something wicked stirs in sleepy Hawkins, starting a witch hunt  against Eddie, you realize that there are two things in this world  that might be more  persistent  than you’d thought: Evil…and love. The story is told in two timelines: the past (after the Battle of Starcourt) and the present (during the events of season 4).

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 | angst with a happy ending, fluff, smut, it turned into a fix it fic for ST4

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | SMUT (you need to be 18+ to read this story!), angst with a happy ending, attempted assault, bullying, canon-typical violence  

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | ~ 11 k (it’s easy to split the reading into chunks if you like)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | allusions to SMUT (only read if you’re 18+ years old! virgin!Eddie x virgin!reader), mentions of attempted assault, canon-typical gore & violence, blood, mentions of spiders

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.  

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 & 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝   𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ♡

▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏   ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐   ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑  

▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒    ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓  ▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔  

▹𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕    ▹ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖   ▹ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗

[Sunday, March 24th, 1986. NOW.]

“He got her. Vecna got her.”

There was a heartbeat of shell-shocked silence, as frozen in time as the mirror realm he was standing in right now, while Eddie’s whisper drifted through the air, floating there for a moment alongside the lazy swirl of tiny white particles.

As terror hacked its freezing claws into Eddie’s chest, a terror he’d never felt in his life before.

Not when the cops had gotten him for the first time because one of the jocks from the basketball team had set him up on a drug deal.

Not when Jason Carver had gotten him at the boathouse, threatened to break every single bone in his body and his hands so he’d never be able to play his treasured guitar again.

Not even when Chrissy Cunningham had found her violent death on the ceiling of his trailer.

“WE NEED MUSIC!!!”

It took a second for Eddie to register that the frantic scream which tore through the silence like scissors through a piece of paper to snap them all out of their shaken daze had been his own.

Chaos broke lose.

“What’s her favorite song?!”

“NANCY! ROBIN! WHAT’S HER FAVORITE SONG?!”

Czytaj dalej

Omg, hi, so, if you take requests, can you do something like, eddie with a hyper feminine, super spoiled girl? Like, everyone just being exhausted by the stereotypical girly thing she is, and her just sitting all pretty in his lap in the throne in the hellfire club room?? Pls

(Whoever requested this I got ur 2nd request too dw and I incorporated it <3)

Polar Opposites

18+ contains suggestive material!

When Mike and Dustin walked into the Hellfire room for their final session of this campaign they didn’t expect to see anyone except for their DM. Instead they saw him with some random girl on his lap.

And she was hot but not in the way they would have expected. Her bright pink miniskirt contrasted directly with Eddie’s dark ripped jeans from the way she was sitting straddling his lap

Eddie held a compact mirror up for her as she reapplied lipgloss. Which he then proceeded to kiss off her mouth with a stupid smile on his face. She just huffed and applied another layer.

The freshmen walked in, Eddie greeting them just a little too excitedly. “Guys! Welcome! This is my…” he looked at her and she nodded. “Girlfriend. She’s my girlfriend.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, kissing him quickly to drive the point home.

“Thanks babe,” he whispered against her lips, staring into her eyes thoughtfully as the rest of the group seated themselves.

The rest of his friends stared in wonder as Eddie was occupied with the girl in his lap. Their lips clashed, unconcerned with anyone else in the room as the make out session got hot.

“You did so good for me,” he whispered, referring to what had gone down before everyone else got there.

That being, him shoving his cock down her throat and absolutely ruining her lipgloss by sloppily fucking her face.

Not that she minded, as long as he would hold her makeup mirror for her and let her sit in his lap she was content for him to ruin her lipgloss any time and in any way.

When the campaign started she was happy to just sit there and watch him talk. She absentmindedly chewed her lip, a bad nervous habit she had always had.

His rubbed his thumb against her bottom lip, freeing it from her teeth. “Give those pretty lips a rest babe,” he scolded, slipping two fingers into her mouth to replace it.

She sighed happily, eyes closing in contentment. It was a little embarrassing to be doing something so intimate in front of all his friends but he couldn’t help it.

He’d give her the moon and stars if she asked. So if she needed a few of his fingers to keep her mouth occupied, who was he to argue?

Plus he hated to see her lower lip blushing red from irritation. His other hand smoothed over the exposed skin of her lower back, rubbing little circles with his thumb.

He spoke quietly as she started to drift off, tired from their earlier activities and perfectly comfortable on his lap.

“Dude you’re so whipped,” Mike teased, still in awe that Eddie not only had a girlfriend but she was a sweet pretty girly-girl.

“You shoulda seen her on her knees for me earlier.” He had a smug grin on his face, sliding a hand down to squeeze her ass and causing her to press closer to him.

“Gross dude,” Dustin added, putting a hand over his eyes for dramatic effect.

“It’s not gross it’s love,” Eddie replied, punctuating his words with a soft kiss on the girls forehead.

“Yeah. It’s gross.” The freshmen chuckled and left the room, leaving them to whatever they were going to get up to.

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Itsasilentreader favourites

Hi all! I can imagine what you are thinking; who is she? I understand, I don't have a lot of followers on here or even mutuals. But since I have read a lot (and I mean a LOT) of Eddie Munson fics, I want to share my favourites of this moment.

Even if I can influence one person with this post, I would be happy. Where to begin, where to begin? I have so many that I absolutely love but I will share some in this post, in no particular order.

DISCLAIMER! This contains 18+, NSFW themes > minors DNI! Also, this is going to be a long read. Enjoy!

Note: I love every single blog on here, especially the ones that I follow. There are a lot of people who are so talented and have a writing gift (please share your talents with me) and I don't want to exclude anyone. If people like this, I will continue creating posts of my favourite fics and recommendations (of that time).

Dividers by @firefly-graphics & @silkholland

1. Title: Twenty-Four Hours

Writer: @ghost-proofbaby

Summary: In which Eddie Munson and you absolutely hate each other's guts. What happens when your friends make a bet that you can't spend more than twenty-four hours consecutively together?

CW: NSFW eventual smut > minors DNI! Strong languages.

Pairing: Modern!college!Eddie Munson x fem!college!reader

Tropes: Enemies to lovers, forced proximity, slow burn

My notes: This series has two of my favourite tropes: enemies to lovers and forced proximity. It is so well written and so much fun to read. Also, starting off with a bet?! One of my favourite things and takes me back to those 90s/00s rom-com vibes.

There is a story behind what happened with Eddie and the reader before, and it is so well-written that it keeps you on your toes while catching a glimpse from time to time of what happened that night they met. I can't wait to discover what happened and why they are the way they are right now.

I just can't get enough of this series and it is so good. It has enough banter, angst and humour. There is one scene in this series where the reader goes through Eddie's.. stuff, that got me giggling and almost cackling while trying to imagine Eddie's reaction. If you wanna find out which scene I'm talking about, you should read this series!

If you like these tropes, this one is for you!

2. Title: To know you're mine

Writer: @blue-mossbird

Summary: Where you and Steve swing with Eddie and Chrissy, and it gets complicated.

CW: for obvious reasons, NSFW > has a lot of smut. Minors DNI! body insecurity, swingers, group sex, dirty talk, emotional hurt/comfort, cheating, angst with a happy ending.

Pairing: Modern!au, Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham x Steve Harrington x you, fem!reader, chubby!reader

My notes: Okay to be completely honest, I had my doubts when I came across this fic and before I started reading it. I am not that keen on the tags swinging and cheating in fics (with main characters). Most of the time, it is just not my cup of tea. But man oh man, when I read this, my doubts were gone, GONE I tell ya.

This is one of the best and most well-written pieces of art I have ever read. It is, obviously, a dirty and fun story. But the aspect of confronting changing feelings for another is written in such a mature way, it really sucked (pun not intended) me into this story.

Also, as someone who is not as skinny but not as chubby, it did make me feel better about myself while reading a reader that has the same insecurities as I have, and actually seeing it written in a story like this makes me feel validated.

If you like romance, angst and a LOT of smut? This one is for you!

3. Title: The "Yes" Policy

Writer: @pinkrelish

Summary: After a lifetime of questionable decisions, you moved from the big city to the sleepy town of Hawkins with your best friend, and took the first job you saw: answering phones for the most boring auto shop in the dullest place on Earth. It wasn't exactly the adventure you wanted it to be... but attempting to win over the jaded mechanic who insisted on ignoring your existence proved entertaining.

CW: It is NSFW since there will be eventual smut. You know the drill > minors DNI! angst, drug/alcohol mention/use, depictions of poverty

Pairing: singledad!mechanic!Eddie x fem!reader.

Tropes: A delicious written slow burn

My notes: Honestly, I cannot get enough of this one. This is my all-time favourite at this moment. The way this is written will make you giggle and blush like a high schooler. I don't think I can put into words how much I love this series.

Every chapter is a long read and every word got me hooked. Anticipating what is coming next. Every word, every action and every thought is so well written that I sometimes forget it is fiction and they don’t exist.

Also, Eddie Munson as a girl dad? Sign me up! The relationship between them, and his daughter with the reader is so adorable it makes my heart hurt. (I just wanted a happy ending for him).

It is also set a little bit later than season 4, it does look back on certain aspects of that season, but you just have to read this to find out!

If you love slow burns and strangers to lovers, this is it for you!

4. Title: Honey, I'm home

Writer: @trashmouth-richie

Summary: You were desperate for a roommate after Nancy got married and moved out. An ad in the paper goes unanswered until someone comes knocking on the door.

CW: NSFW, eventual smut > minors DNI! crude behaviour, Eddie is a fucking menace

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Tropes: enemies to lovers

My notes: Okay so enemies to lovers is my favourite trope, and yes I have issues but that's what therapy is for.

I don't know why everyone is writing enemies to lovers!roommate Eddie at this moment but please never stop. I love you. This series has three parts (as of creating this post) and the relationship between these two is so funny but also like, more realistic of some sort? Eddie is a fucking menace indeed but the reader is so stubborn as hell and does not let Eddie walk over her.

The way Eddie is written here made me cackle so hard because this is what I can imagine being roomies with him is like, to be really fucking honest. Anyways, I can't wait to see how this series goes and how the relationship between Eddie and the reader will shift to something more.

If you like enemies to lovers and menace Eddie, this one is for you!

5. Title: Bad Idea

Writer: @lunarzstarz

Summary: Not wanting to leave for college with your virginity still intact. you turn to the last resort that you know can only end terribly...

CW: NSFW > minors DNI! drugs, first times, oral (F receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, nicknames (princess/sweetheart), Eddie being a goof but also an asshole

Pairing: fuckboy!Eddie Munson x Virgin!fem!reader

My notes: okay listen up, this was so good. Normally, I stay clear of fuckboy!Eddie because I can't handle angst and there is, of course, always angst involved with him.

But this one? My god, I want him. Currently, as I am writing this, Shameless by Camilla Cabello came on and it is so fitting even though I do not know what is coming next. This was a delicious read and I can't wait to find out how Eddie will get his head out of his ass. I'm hoping the reader will have this impact on him that he can't explain and drive him crazy. That's all.

No but in all seriousness, this is also a piece that is so well-written and I can't wait for part two and three!

If you are into fuckboy!Eddie, this one is for you!

6. Title: The customer's always right

Writer: @lovebugism

Summary: Eddie Munson is a virgin and doesn't want anyone to know (because being an adult who's never fucked anyone is a total reputation ruiner). But you, his favorite customer, are more than willing to change that.

CW: Also for obvious reasons, NSFW > minors DNI! Virginity loss, new relationship shenanigans, mentions of previous toxic relationships, angst with a happy ending, canon divergent

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Tropes: friends to lovers

My notes: Okay you can never go wrong with friends to lovers, right? This is a fun and spicy read, with finally a not-so-confident and experienced Eddie regarding sex.

Meanwhile, I am a total sucker (pun definitely intended) for a confident, know it all, sex-god type of Eddie (because who isn't?!), this is a refreshing read. It shows a different side of Eddie. There are probably more virgin!reader x eddie, than the other way around, but I love to read these types of fics.

It is cute and spicy and has the right amount of angst. Like I have mentioned before, I'm usually avoiding angst fics because my heart will ache so bad and I physically can't take it, this contains just the right amount.

If you are also into virgin!eddie, friends to lovers, this one is for you!

7. Title: I want you to want me

Writer: @upsidedownwithsteve

Summary: Basically you go to a summer camp as a camp counselor and meet Eddie. You have one personal rule: no boys.

CW: So fluffy, it is sickening. A few almost kisses. Billy does make an appearance so I think that should be considered a CW?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Trope: strangers to friends to lovers I think

My notes: When I came across this fic, I was already hooked by the fact is like a camp counselor!Eddie AND the first part was already 33K words. (if you haven't noticed, I loved long chapters). It fits the whole vibe with Eddie.

This is just pure fluff, teeth-rotting fluff and I absolutely love it. This is one of the best camp counselor fics I have ever read and it is overall just amazing. There is a part two and baby blurbs available to read too! I read these two back to back and even though it was a long read, it is worth it.

If you like camp counselor Eddie like me, this one is for you!

8. Title: Is it my body, part of the Super Freak series

Writer: @punk-in-docs

Summary: The one where Eddie gives you a ride home after your friend ditched you at a terrible party.

CW: This particular part doesn't have any CWs in particular, just fluff and pining. Some parts are NSFW (minors DNI!) because it contains smut.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

My notes: I am currently rereading this series because this is just amazing. This particular part has my heart. The flirting, the pining, the fluff, it all makes my heart melt.

Overall this series is so much fun to read. It finally has a reader who is not particularly popular but also not a total outcast. It just kind of hangs in between, just like I was in high school. Maybe that is why I love this series. And his nickname for reader is fucking adorable. Please.

Also, the friend of the reader in this series reminds me of my ex-friend who has a similar personality. I don't know why I gave you this information.

With that being said, I'm going to reread this series again and blush at this part.

If you like fluff, goofy Eddie with some smut, this one is for you!

If you made it to the end, congrats! Thank you so much for taking the time to read through a few of my favourite fics at this moment. They are all talented writers and I absolutely love all of their work. If you decide to check these fics out, please also check out the rest of their work! This took way too long to write but I hope you enjoyed it!

Thank you all, have a great day/night <3

Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby - e.m.

Summary: In time of despair, best friends have to be there for each other. That counts for any need they have.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 8k (sorry not sorry)

warnings/what to expect: SMUT +18 (MINORS DNI), this is the first time I am ever publishing something as an author but I wanted to do a slow burn sort of friends to lovers. Mentions of: swearing, mentions of death, oral(female receiving), unprotected sex(Wrap your willy, don’t be silly), creampie, pet names, drugs and I think that is it?? if I missed anything let me know! (This also has been edited but again if i missed anything kindly let me know!)

comments/ reblogs are greatly excepted <3

*picture is not mine, photo credit: amyforsythe on instagram

You should have been with him that night. Maybe you could have changed the outcome of this whole fucking mess. Instead of him trembling and screaming out of fear, you could have been smoking and laughing. Instead of Chrissy’s possessed body glued to his ceiling, you could have been watching him practice for his next gig. 

You knew something was off when he hadn’t picked you up for school. For Eddie to come cruising down in his van with some sort of metal music playing as he always said, “Y/N, metal soothes the soul. It’s like an apple a day keeps the doctor away.” Even though the paint was rusted and the brakes squealed a bit when he would come to a stop, you loved that van more than anything. Eddie in the driver seat, looking so small compared to the machine he was hauling all over. He would always roll his eyes at any comments you made about painting the van to look like the Mystery Machine as he was a stoner like Shaggy. To which he would reply with a slight smirk on his face causing his dimples to pop out as he would say you would be his Scooby-Doo because you followed him like a little puppy. 

But to your dismay, he hadn’t shown up. 5 minutes passed which turned into 10 and before it could become 15 minutes you grabbed your car keys to your slightly beat up 67’ SS Chevelle that Eddie, the bastard, rear-ended a few months back. It’s not that you were mad at him for not picking you up, you were growing concerned. Never in the three years that Eddie picked you up and drove you to school was late or never showed. Even on the days he ditched, he would park out front and have the passenger seat cleared, all for you. Even in your senior year, Eddie’s third time around, he would always be there at 7:35 a.m. on the dot. 

You would always check on the watch he gifted you for your 17th birthday. It wasn’t a new or even expensive watch, but it was his grandfather’s and on the back of the watch, in the silver plating was ingrained “Darling”. Looking at your right wrist, the face reads “7:50”. You weren’t late by any means as you two would get there at 8 with twenty minutes left to get high off of some random joint in the back of his van or show you some lyrics he came up with and wanted your input on. 

That wasn’t the case though. The car ride to the all too familiar high school was dull and quiet. The trees passing by as you glance out of your mirrors every once and a while feel off. You dared not turn on the radio as you always looked forward to whatever mix Eddie decided to play. You were the only person who had control over music but you always asked him to play as you believed your music taste was not nearly as superior as his. The sound of gravel tumbling and the slight suspension of your car filled your ears for the 10 minute ride you had to endure. 

Taking a left onto Maple St. filled your eyes with a sight you didn’t expect. Cars lined the road and turned into the school with parents, kids, school buses and the police. Wooden blockades were set up to somehow shield the outside world from knowing the truth. You hadn’t seen this much energy and tension since the “fire” at the Starcourt Mall, but you knew the truth. You knew what really killed Billy that night. You were there. Not that Eddie knew this, speaking of which, the clamoring of the crowd brought you back to reality as you heard concerned parents asking what was wrong and students trying to find a single space to park. 

In cases where you had to use your car to drive to school, you parked in the gravel alleyway that students technically couldn’t use but you had become close friends with Ms.Oak, one of the school’s secretaries. You never caused trouble and you two could always chat about dogs for hours. She would let you leave early because of a “headache” or “girl issues” even if you had them or not. Or at times she would bring you cookies from the teacher’s lounge. She had even grown attached to Eddie, contrary to most of her colleagues who wanted him gone. They each hoped they wouldn’t get him for a second or third time. 

Your white Reebok Ex-O-Fits carried you over the crunching stones and pebbles beneath you. Your brows furrowed as you looked around trying to get a gauge on your setting. It was still hard to see a Hawkin’s PD car without seeing the over 6 foot man with an iconic mustache trying to tame a wild crowd. You shuffled through the bickering crowd as you made your way to the two front doors you always dreaded. Taking the first left, you went down to Eddie’s locker where Hellfire always met up. Henderson and everyone else was standing around in their usual attire. The black baseball tee with the all too known logo of the demon you sketched up. Mike had left for sunny and sweltering California and you figured Sinclair wouldn’t be around as he had scored the game’s winning point for the championship. You got an earful of how upset and pissed Eddie was. He would always mock them by taking a pair of socks and dunking them into his laundry basket as he would go onto something else more worth his time.   Except there was a gap in the group. It would usually be filled with the Dungeon Master himself. His shaggy and knotted black mullet that you begged him to brush. 

You didn’t think to quicken your pace but your feet carried you at a faster speed than before. Worry wasn’t only apparent on your face but the rest of the group. You didn’t need to speak a single word as you knew something was wrong. Fighting back the breath that tried to escape your throat, the one where it feels like you’re swallowing barbed wire. You remember turning to your left and physically seeing Dustin’s lips moving but your ears were ringing. Before you knew it, you grabbed his arm and dragged him back out to your car. “Y/N, Y/N, slow down okay you’re pulling my arm. Y/N!” “What Dustin? Eddie is gone.” Dustin stopped in his tracks to pull his flannel sleeve down as you practically ripped it off. “I know Y/N, but I need to tell you something first.” 

It was like you almost blacked out. You faintly remember hearing her name and then storming away from Dustin. It wasn’t true. Someone had set him up. It was just some huge misunderstanding. You said something about Dustin needing to help you find Eddie because the two of you knew Eddie could never be capable of doing something like this, especially to someone like Chrissy Cunningham, the Queen of Hawkins High. Sure he didn’t like the athletic type but not enough to hurt them or worse. With you driving and Dustin in the passenger seat, you sped off down the road to the trailer you knew and loved. 

You weren’t one for breaking traffic laws but in your eyes, it was life or death. You hoped and prayed that you would drive down into the rows of trailers and see his dinged up beige van with the iconic brown stripe wrapped around and him in his ragged Hellfire shirt probably playing with his hair. However, the harsh slap of reality brought police lights and squad cars. Yellow tape wrapped around his uncle’s trailer like some kind of sick present. Before you could drive further, the new chief of police stopped and questioned why you were there. In a panicked voice you explained how close to the uncle you were and you needed to make sure he was okay. Reluctantly he let you through as he knew you were a good kid and seemed awfully concerned. 

Haphazardly parking your car, you sprinted to the older man you had known pretty close over the past few years. You couldn’t help the salty tears that spilled down your cheeks as soon as you felt his arms embrace you. “It can’t be true, it just can’t Wayne,” you sobbed into his shoulder. You never would have imagined in your life that police would be searching high and low for your best friend for murder. His van was there but there was no sign of him at all. It was like he never existed. Poof. It made sense that you weren’t allowed in the trailer in fear of contaminating the crime scene but Jesus you just wanted to curl up in that torn up quilt and fall asleep in his bed like the hundreds of times you had done it before. Hoping that once you woke up it would have all played out to some awful nightmare. 

Yet, that wouldn’t happen because you were in your nightmare. The only person who could save you was the one person that was gone. You could care less about school or anything for that matter. You needed to know where Eddie was and if he was safe. He might walk around school causing a scene and picking a fight with anyone that comes his way but at the end of the day he falls into this guy who just has his own personal demons to battle. Truth be told he was a very sweet person and cared what those he loved thought of him. He would never want to take things too far. He couldn’t even end the life of a moth or an ant. He was your teddy bear and if anybody laid a hand on him, so help them God. 

You needed some time to think, to come up with some sort of plan. Marching off into the woods right behind the trailer park you hear the faint yells on your name but you ignored all of those who were concerned about you. Flashes of the police lights and the tape and the stretcher flooded your brain as if they were taunting you. Trying to pull some fucked up prank to try and get you to crack under pressure. Your feet carried you yards into the woods where Eddie and you visited many times, it had become one of your designated smoking areas. Dodging tree branches that had fallen low and watching your step for any twigs or rocks that could cause you to lose your step. You could care less about the scratches that will show up on your forearms or your shins. Huffs and sighs came out as you kept getting annoyed and you knew you were just frustrated. 

That was when the deserted picnic table came into view. Standing alone looking as if it will collapse any moment but looks are deceiving as you can recall all the times Eddie would stand on the table and jump around like a kid on a sugar high. You couldn’t handle it anymore and your legs gave out from under you. Your body had collapsed to the ground and your hands fisted the earthly mixture of dirt, twigs and leaves. Sobs raked through your body causing you to slightly shake. You could almost feel his arms wrap around and his hair gently getting in your face. It felt so real. You kept hearing your name but as soon as you opened up your eyes it was Dustin and now Max. 

You wiped your tears and shot straight up to your feet, Max rushing to you in case you needed help finding your balance. “Max what are you doing here?” You were completely in shock as the firey red-head made herself completely distant from you and the rest of her friends. You couldn’t blame her because every time you saw her you were somehow transported back to that night. That night in the closed mall. “It’s about Eddie, Y/N. Max said she saw Eddie and Chrissy together,” Dustin rushed out. You turned your head towards him with a look of confusion as she picked back up the story. “But that wasn’t all Y/N, when I went back into my trailer, all the lights–they started to flicker like–well like then it’s back.” Her eyes couldn’t meet yours as you tried to search her face. “Max, are you sure about this?” You needed to know that this wasn’t him, but now this meant that there were more concerns you needed to deal with. This could mean bigger things. 

“Well I don’t know Eddie drives like a maniac and the power goes off all the time at my place. It’s a piece of shit. But this morning I started to think back and I just don’t know. He was scared, Y/N.” Max would never lie to you or say some bullshit thing. You weren’t surprised he took off. You just needed to know where he went and if he was okay. Looking between the two of them you headed off back towards the direction of your car. “Come on, let's go! I have an idea but I need some help.” The sound of Dustin and Max scrambling behind you kept getting quieter as you were taking long strides out of the woods. “Y/N can you slow down and tell us where you are going?” You knew Dustin was out of breath by the sound of his voice but you didn’t care. They always said the first 48 hours were important, right? Time was never on anyone’s side so you needed to find him before anyone else did. 

“Quit fucking around you two and get in the car. I think I know where Eddie is but you can’t say a word to anyone, I just need some resources.” As you hoped in the front of the Chevelle Max and Dustin clamored in the back seat of your car. Before they could even get their seat belts situated as you took off towards the road to head downtown. Dustin screeched up, “Y/N where the hell are you going?” “Before you have another voice crack, I’m going to Family Video. I have an idea of where Eddie could be but I’m not entirely sure where he is. Does that satisfy you Henderson?” If looks could kill, your stare from the rear-view mirror would have slaughtered him. “Wait, why are we going to a Family Video? You think he’s hiding out there?” “Yes Max, I believe he is hiding in the back room watching A New Hope. No Max, but there is a database we can access there for free.” 

Parking was not your best friend today. Not that you cared all that much but your car came to an abrupt stop as you slammed the driver side door and practically marched inside. The two faces you had grown to love came into view as they had been arguing about some girl you were sure. “Y/N,” they cheered in unison. “Don’t get too excited. I need to look someone up. I think I might have a lead on where Eddie might be.” “Woah, hold on Y/L/N, care to explain who you need to look for,” Steve blurts out as he is putting away tapes from his cart. “Reefer Rick. This guy is some sort of legend but all I know is that Eddie would buy from him from time to time. Never met the guy and I have no idea what he looks like.” Robin, in all her curiosity, asks for a last name but you replied that that question was a dead end. “If this guy is a drug dealer, he’s probably been busted.” You sighed and turned your body towards him again. “And what does that have to do with anything?” “It means that he is probably in the system. You know when you get arrested–” ''You want me to go to the cops and ask for the last name of some drug dealer. Am I hearing this correctly Steve?” You could not believe what he was asking of you. “Look before you get your panties in a twist,” to which you scoffed, “All I am saying is that we could fill the cops in on what we know.” Before you have a chance to answer Dustin chirps up, “You believe he is guilty don’t you?”

Now you weren’t sure why Steve was jealous of Dustin hanging out with Eddie, but you found it sort of funny. “I believe in innocence until proven guilty and all that constitutional bullshit.” Dustin and Steve kept going back and forth like this and you gave up on those two as Max, Robin and yourself made use of the precious time you had left. “W-well what if we don’t need a last name,” Robin said quickly. She started typing Rick into the store’s database and 12 potential people already popped up. “Time to narrow it down,” Max whispered. “Rick Alderman- latest rentals were Annie and Dumbo. What are the chances a drug dealer has a family?” You just shook your head no. Robin inhales sharply and continues on. “Rick Conroy- Sixteen Candles, Teen Wolf and Romancing the Stone.” “Hard no.” “Okay then, Rick Joiner- Mask, Footloose and Grease.” A unison ‘nah’ was the reply. “Next up is Rick Lipton- Fast Times At Ridgemont High, Cheech and Chong’s Next Movie, Cheech and Chong’s Nice Dreams and Cheech and Chong’s Up In Smoke.” “That’s him. It’s gotta be.” Robin giggles and shakes her head. Reaching up to point at the address, “Is that his address? 2121 Holland Road?” “Correct. Rick Lipton, like the tea, lives at 2121 Holland Road.” Dustin looks up at the mention of the address, “That’s out by lover’s lake.” “Middle of nowhere,” shoots Max with a wicked smile on her face. Robin’s lip quirks up into a smirk, “Perfect place to hide.” 

“Okay we gotta lock up, and then we are gonna head over there. Henderson you’re in the back seat,” Steve commands. He just puts his arms up in disbelief and mutters some comeback to himself. “Y/N, you have the address?” You didn’t hear Steve’s question as you were pacing back and forth. “Hey Y/N, it’s gonna be okay. Forget what I said earlier, I believe you believe in Eddie. We are gonna find him at that house okay?” Your nerves were getting the behest of you so all you could was nod and walk out to his car. 

The entire car ride, you just stared outside the passenger side window and watched the trees pass by. For an hour's car ride, you didn’t find the repetition boring. It reminded you of the times Eddie would take you out to the lake to go swimming or lay in the sun while he would play songs for you on his electric red guitar you gifted him last year. Yet, you mentally pointed out blatant differences of the drive in the daytime versus nighttime. You figured you weren’t far from the house when the road turned into dirt. You knew a lot of houses on the shore of Lover’s Lake were on dirt roads. When you were younger you would visit your aunt during the summer and she had the best lake house in all of Hawkins. Except this visit wasn’t one of joy, it was filled to the brim with dread. 

“Hey–uh, Robin are you sure this is the right place?” “Yes Steve I am sure this is the right place. It looks like the house should be just down the roa–”. The headlights of Steve’s car illuminated what looked like a haunted house. It was as if no one had been in that house for years. The wooden exterior gave you flashbacks filled with water splashes and giggles, what a disappointment your current sight was. You were the first one out of the car and thanks to Dustin and Robin, you each had a flashlight to explore your unfamiliar surroundings. For some reason unbeknownst to you, Dustin thought it was a good idea to ring the doorbell as if he thought Eddie would open up the door in an apron ready to hand out freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. “Eddie! It’s Dustin!” Nothing. Just pure silence except all the exasperated sighs that left your mouths. You crept around the side of the house when your light caught something. 

A shed. You clamored down the dirt path that led to what appeared to be some shack or shed made of aluminum or something. There had been a small fluorescent yellow light hanging above the doorway. You knew that had to be where he was, because if you didn’t find him you don’t know what you would do. You tried to find some sort of opening inside when Robin pushed through the door peeking around the frame and using her flashlight to try and guide her eyes. She whispered and motioned over for you to come right behind her and see if you could spot any sign of life inside. The floorboards creaked as you stepped in one by one and looked high and low, light flares emitting all around. The kayaks and canoes and swimming gear, you gathered, was a shack full of supplies. 

“Hello, anyone home,” Robin quietly called out. You didn’t say anything in fear of him not actually being there. Steve turned off his flashlight as he picked off an oar off of the wall as some sort of weapon. He and Dustin began to argue about picking at some tarp that Eddie could be under. Just when you were going to say something, Max nudged your left arm.Her flashlight showed you wrappers and beer bottles. “Someone was definitely here,” she spoke. “Maybe we spooked him off and he ran,” Robin said nonchalantly. “Robin, could you just not.” Again if looks could kill. She just muttered a soft sorry. Sometimes she says things in tense situations because somehow her mouth and her brain can’t keep up. Just as Steve was about to say some ridiculous thing to Dustin about dying, something popped up from under the tarp. You saw the long black hair and the vest and you knew it was him. 

The figure pushed Steve back against the wall as it held something up to his throat. “Woah woah wait wait please!” Steve cried out. Everyone swarmed around Eddie and Steve. “Eddie! Eddie please!” Your voice finally rang out. You pushed yourself ahead so he could get a clear shot of you. “Eddie, it’s Y/N, I'm here. This is Steve and he’s not going to hurt you, isn’t that right Steve?” All he could do was nod his head slightly in hopes his throat would catch the sharp object Eddie had cradled to his hand. This look that washed over his face was one you had never seen before. Somehow fear morphed into this survival mode he had gone into. However, you couldn’t blame him. “Steve please just drop the oar, Eddie he’s cool, okay?” You heard the thud and he pressed the weapon closer. “Eddie don’t!” 

“What are you doing here?” He wanted answers. “We are here for you. I was looking for you Eddie,” you pleaded. “We are here to help. See it’s Henderson, and this is Robin, you know the one from band.” She then imitated her french horn skills. “Th-this is Max, the one who never wants to play D&D. These are my friends Eddie, please.” “Eddie, please it’s me,” all he could do was stare at you, “We are on your side, I am on your side.” He looked back at Steve and finally surrendered. He let Steve go as he took an inhale and Eddie walked over to the wall. He slid down and you rushed over to him, dropping to your knees. Instinctively you pulled him in. Your arms going under and around him as you brought him so close to your body. Neither of you needed to say anything as you felt a bit better being with each other again. “Y/N, I didn’t do it I swear.” You could hear the crack in his voice as he pulled you insanely tighter. Your right hand came up to brush his hair in the back as you oh so gently swayed him. “I know Eds, why do you think I am here?”

You could see out of the corner of your eye that the four of them started inching up to him. You stuck out your hand in the motion of ‘stop’. You just needed to be alone with him and figure out what the hell happened. Max sensed you wanted to be with him, so she grabbed Dustin and Robin who then grabbed Steve as they made their way outside. You pulled away and gently grabbed his hand rubbing your thumb over his knuckles just the way he always liked you to do it. Sobs started racking through body causing him to slightly shake. “You won’t believe me darling.” “Try me Eddie.” 

He started to go into detail as much as he could stomach about the night in his trailer with Chrissy Cunningham. The way her bones snapped and how it was like something was in her head pulling. “I was so scared Y/N, so I–I ran.” He looked defeated for some reason. You used your hand to lift his chin up, “I know Eds and it’s okay. I believe you and to be honest if I were there I would have done the same thing.” You couldn’t help the wave of guilt that washed over you, but you wouldn’t let him know that. “You think I'm crazy right?” “Not at all Eddie,” the tone of his voice alone could have shattered your heart. This wasn’t fair. He already had enough shit to worry about. You engulfed him in another hug, this time cradling his hand in your neck as you let him cry it out softly. “There will come a time soon that I will explain exactly why you aren’t crazy but right now I need to make sure you’re okay. Can I do that Eddie?” He simply just nodded and stood up letting you inspect him for any sort of wound. 

“You know I waited for your van this morning. I waited to hear the loud sound of Ozzy or Zeppelin coming down the cul de sac, but I had been overcome with concern. That was what led me to be here tonight, Eds, for you.” He didn’t say anything as you continued to try and calm him down. “I felt this pit in my stomach drop because you never missed a day. Even if you skipped, you always took care of me. From the first day I walked into Mr.Keith’s calc class, you always took care of me. From driving me to and from school, getting me food and just making sure I'm okay. I still even have your pick on my necklace.” You moved your shirt collar to the side to show the guitar pick that was held up by a chain. It was a gift Eddie gave you after your first Corroded Coffin show. 

Eddie had no idea where all of this was coming from but he knew it had been genuine. “Y/N, please look at me.” He grabbed you by your chin and made you peer into his mesmerizing brown eyes. “I wish you were there. I wish you were at my place, prancing around and screaming Ozzy at the top of your lungs. I probably wouldn’t have been in this fucked up situation if you were at my trailor, baking chocolate chip cookies in my club shirt. But we are here and fuck. I am just so fucking happy you’re here. You were the only thing that I could think about in these past 24 hours. I also started thinking that maybe I’m not good for you.” His voice started to break and his lower lip that you always stared at started to tremble. “Darlin, look at me. I’m a 20 year old on the run from the police for a murder that I didn’t commit. I can’t even pass Ms.O’Donnell’s stupid english class. You have no business being out here for me.” 

His back turned to face you, so all you could see was the Dio shirt sewn onto the back of his jean jacket vest. You could visibly see his shoulders shake slightly as low whimpers left his lips. You had only seen him cry one other time and it was when he thought you were mad at him for hanging out with another girl at his trailer on your birthday. Gently, you brought your hand up to his right shoulder to slowly turn him around. “Eddie, please look at me. Is it the holidays? No so why should I give a fuck about any of that. I care about you because I don’t know a single person who takes care of me like you do. I can’t imagine what the past three years would have looked like without you. You make me complete Eddie Munson.” You took small steps forward until you were pressed against his chest. Your eyes bearing into his, “I come to you for everything, you are in my life for good, for better or worse. You need me now and I’m here. So let me help.” His eyes darted from yours down to your lips and stayed there for a second until they met your eyes again. 

You could feel your breath leave your lungs as you closed the micro-gap and connected your lips to his. His top lip slotted in between your top and bottom, as his bottom lip caressed right under yours. It was soft and light, almost like the two of you weren’t touching. Almost on instinct, your right hand came up and made its home on his left cheek. Your kisses were like dances between your lips, synced and mesmerizing. It felt like time had stopped moving, as if the two of you were trapped in time, in each other’s arms. His arms made their way around your waist as he pulled you extremely closer to his body. His kisses were starting to become more passionate. You could feel his nose scrunched up a bit as he was working hard to not rush anything. Eddie was trying to savor this moment, to savor you.  Your hand slowly worked from his cheek to the back of his neck. Your fingers ran through the strands of hair in the back, slotting themselves to have a bit more control over him. This touch made him whimper ever so slightly. If it weren’t so quiet in the shack, you swore you would have never heard it. 

Stilling your body from his, you pulled back centimeters to gain oxygen. His eyes were still closed and you could see that the tips of his ears were beet red. If only you had a camera, because fuck you wish you could see this 24/7. The two of you barely started and he already looked fucked out. His fingers dug into your hips as he pulled you back but before he could steal a kiss, your lips moved faster to his neck. He had a prominent vein on the left side and you started there. Goosebumps flittered all across his skin at the contact of your lips. He could have sworn that your kisses were works of a phantom as they had been so light on his neck. But he felt his eyes open and close in the pleasure he was receiving. He could feel them slide down to the base of his neck and then glide to where his neck met his ear. 

His first audible gasp was made due to the slight tug on his earlobe you made with your teeth. Your breath was hot in juxtaposition with the slight shivers you sent down his spine as you whispered into his ear. “Can you let me show you how much I want to help you?” It wasn’t out of shock or fear that he was frozen, it was out of pleasure. He just slightly nodded his head, yet not coming off as hesitated. The look in his eyes said it all. They changed from their usual confidence to lust and pure and utter need. Diving back in for another kiss, you still kept it passionate and slow, but this time you knew he wanted you just as much. Your tongue slowly pushed past the barriers of his lips and invaded his mouth. You had been taken a bit  back because he wasn’t quick to fight for dominance as he is usually quick with witty remarks and a smirk plastered to his face. He was fine with you taking control. Again, this was all you needed. Your tongue lapped over his and he followed suit. Meanwhile, his left hand squeezed your hip as his right hand made his way down towards your ass. 

He always admired your ass. The way in which he wasn’t entirely rough, but you could feel the outline of rings and the slight calluses on his fingers from playing the guitar for so long. His hands felt good as they squeezed and rubbed along the fabric of your jeans. The friction that you felt fucking incredble. You knew that there was a wall right behind him, so you started to push his body towards the wall. You both felt the abrupt force and this was your queue to gently push his shoulders down so he could sit down on the floor. This caused him to be in between your legs and looking up at you. His hands ran up your legs, feeling the back of your calves and reaching your things, finally resting on the swell of your ass. He groped and pulled your clothed pussy right to his nose. You stumbled forward and braced yourself against the wall with your hands as he could fucking smell you. The sharp inhale he made went straight to your panties. He groaned into your inner thigh and kissed his way up to your cunt. 

His skilled fingers made quick work on the button of your jeans and sliding the zipper down. Deliberately, he pulled your black distressed jeans down, making sure not to pull down your underwear. He wanted to unwrap every aspect of you like a gift. “Baby, you smell so fucking delicious. May I?” His eyes looked up in a nonverbal way of asking for consent. The small whimper that escaped the back of your throat was all the conformation he needed. The softness of his lips slightly tickled as they made way from your inner thigh to your clothed cunt. You could faintly make out a smirk that was plastered to his face as he made a quiet chuckle that he thought was only to himself. “My sweet girl, have you gotten yourself all worked up for me?” His thumb slid up as it found itself hovering over the wet patch that was insatiably growing by the second. He pressed it gently to your clit and you melwed in pleasure. His eyes shot straight up to your face, seeing as your eyes were glued shut. His smile grew wider as he wanted to see what he could truly do to you. 

“Eddie, baby please. I need more.” He wasn’t a complete asshole that would tease you to no end because lord knows he wanted to feel you just as bad. “Shh, it’s okay baby. You’ll get what you want. I promise princess.” He slid your cotton panties down your legs at an agonizing pace. He gently took your left leg to step out of them and then grabbed the soaked fabric from around your right ankle and stuffed them into his back pocket. That could have possibly been the hottest thing you had ever witnessed. Looking back down, your eyes met his already waiting ones. 

Without breaking any eye contact, he kissed his way up to your dripping pussy. The initial touch felt so lively. The way his tongue parted your lips to lap at your clit made your head fall back. It felt as if he was licking you like a melting ice cream cone. The tip just barely flicking at your clit made your mind go absolutely dizzy. Moans slipped out of your mouth like a prayer. Breathless calls of his name became more frequent as your hands found themselves tangled in that glorious hair of his. Meanwhile, his hands snaked up to your ass as you squeezed and pulled you closer to his face. He nuzzled his nose into your cunt because he couldn't get enough of you. Thank god for the wall stabilizing your frame because your legs began to shake as he moved his lips to suck your clit. 

This was something you had never felt before in receiving head, especially since that in and of itself was a rarity. “Fuck Eddie please. You feel so fucking good.” His responses were slight moans in return. He made sure he was completely and utterly focused on eating you out like you were his last meal. Surely you could feel the intensity of his tongue and the transitions from flicking and sucking, driving you fucking feral. Hips bucking into his face trying to chase your high that had been bubbling in the pit of your stomach. You had wanted nothing more than to cum all over that face of his. To see him pull back with his nose, lips and chin glistening with your juices. 

However, Eddie picked up your body language and put the pieces together that you were on the brink of an orgasm. He slowly started to ease on his actions and at once he pulled back, gasping for oxygen. Your bliss was ripped from you in a matter of seconds as you looked down to see Eddie with a shiny face and a huffing chest. “Well why’d you do that?” You found yourself huffing a little as well. His response was such an Eddie thing to say. “Why do you think you get to cum so easily, sweetheart?” You were completely dumbfounded at his words. You couldn’t believe he did that to you. Scoffing you stepped to the side of him and knelt down to his level. “This is how it’s gonna be?” His eyes searched yours for any humor you might have been hinting at, but you had been dead serious. 

His adam's apple bobbed in fear as he gulped your words. You brought your finger up to  his lips to shush him quietly. You leaned closer to his ear to whisper to him, “It’s okay baby. Unlike you, I'm going to take real good care of you. So much that the pleasure will be too fucking much.” He should have been worried, but he was exhilarated. Your words traveled straight down to his throbbing cock. Control pulsed through your veins as you sat atop of his jean-clad thighs. You made sure to grind down your soaking pussy over the strained erection he caused himself. His sharp inhales made a wide smile prevalent on your face. “Ah-fuck baby. Look princess I’m sorry. It’s just so much fun making you work for your orgasm.” “Oh, I hope it was worth every last second, Eds. Because when I’m through with you, well, you’ll see for yourself.” He couldn’t help rutting up to get into rhythm with your movements. “Please Y/N! I need it.” “What is it that you need Eddie?” You ground harder as your clit caught the right friction against the rough denim. 

Muffled grunts started to spill from your lips as you kept your pace, growing harder as he kept begging you. You wanted him to work for it. To work for your pussy. “Sh-shit baby please.” “Please what?” You reached up to gently move some of his hair out of the way, “Use your words pretty boy.” You could see the veins in his neck appear as he tried to control himself. “Y/N please I need you bouncing on my cock.” You moved closer to his face, your lips centimeters from his. “Now was that so hard, sweetheart?” It was kind of adorable how visibly pink his cheeks were getting at the nickname. `

You didn’t feel the need to say anything else as you moved back to make work on his jeans. You pulled his notorious Hellfire shirt up slightly past his stomach. The dark hairs that clearly led down to his happy trail made you squirm. The toned muscles of his v-lines made something bubble within you. The handcuff buckle that rested on his belt always drove you crazy as scenes of you or him handcuffed to each other’s bed. The rustling of his belt echoed through the shed as your nimble fingers were working fast. Neither of you bothered to fully  shed his clothes as you just wanted his cock to be free. If you hadn’t been so worked up you would have dragged his zipper down at the slowest pace imaginable but you nearly ripped it down, almost breaking it. 

This fucking bastard. Of course he doesn’t wear underwear. You tugged his jeans to the middle of his thigh as you grasp his aching member in your hand. Eddie hissed as your hand wrapped around it. “S-so fucking soft love.” Your eyes met as you slowly went up and down his shaft with your hand. He slightly curved upwards and the mushroom tip made you so fucking happy.He may not have been long but lord knew he made that up in girth. Barely pumping all 6.5 inches as he wreathed underneath you. You relished in the power that this had been giving you. You never thought Eddie “the freak” Munson could submit himself to you like this. Hovering over him, you slightly drug his tip in between your soaking lips, getting him ready to take all of you. “I’m on the pill, don't worry.” As soon as the last word fell off your tongue, you completely engulfed him as he came to the hilt of your pussy. The both of you moaning as you sat there trying to adjust to his size. “You knew you had this amazing cock and you never cared to fuck me with it?” 

Your left hand rested in his shaggy hair as  your right hand braced your body with his chest. He  couldn’t form any words with the way your pussy was clenching him. He merely groaned as his stomach muscles tensed below you. “Eddie baby, you feel so good, can I start to move now?” His head was thrown back and he quickly nodded in fear that you didn’t see his answer to move. Your hips lifted a few inches and dropped back down. This caused him to moan out as his eyes screwed shut. The way his cock massaged your inner walls made your toes curl. His tip was just slightly brushing over that spongy spot that made you cry out and you made it your mission to hit that spot tonight. Lifting back up a bit more this time, you dropped back down more force causing the slapping of skin to ring out and bounce off of the walls around you. 

On instinct, his hands flew to your ass, kneading the flesh in his palms and giving the occasional slap. Your hips raised all the way to the top to the point of his tip being in the only part inside you. Sinking all the way down to the base of his cock. You kept the pace of lifting and sliding for a few more minutes. The ache that started to spread in your legs was becoming more prevalent but you could care less. All that mattered was Eddie’s pleasure. The way his mouth was hung open and beautiful moans kept coming out. “Yea baby, that feels good? Tell me how good it feels.” “Oh god Y/N, your pussy feels incredible. So wet and warm.” You gasp as his  hand delivers a slap to your ass. “That’s it baby, feel how good my cunt is wrapped around you. Such a good boy for me.” His whimpers were like music to your ears. You could see his stomach muscles tensing and flexing more as you continued to ride him. You decided to pick up the pace and come down harder. This caused mewls and whimpers to escape his lips. 

Observing his face, little streaks of tears left the corners of his eyes. It was all so good and he couldn’t contain how good it felt. “Please Y/N, I need to cum.” Those were the joyous words you had been waiting to hear. “Shh, let me take care of you.” You quicken your pace and you didn’t think to muffle the screams that had been coming from you. You had fulfilled your mission in hitting that soft spot as you hit it everytime. So, you found yourself nearing your end too. “Hang on just a little bit longer. Let me use you to make myself cum Eds.” He simply nodded and gripped your ass tighter. You stopped riding and switched to grinding, trying to find the right friction on your clit. “Yes, that’s it Eddie. Make me cum baby.” Your screams rung through his ears and he opens his eyes just in time to see you fall apart in front of him. The way your breast slightly bounced in front of his face and the way your face contorted in pleasure. He could feel you gripping his cock and the way your body shook above him. You are still in place to let your ograsm crash down on you. The build up from before made this much more intense. He watched in awe as you came down from your high just in time to realize he needed his. “Come on baby, use me to cum.” That was all he needed as he started plowing up into you. The way his balls slapped against your ass and you braced yourself fully for him. Screams echoed around the shed walls as he drove into your sensitive pussy. “Almost fucking there baby. That’s it.” His thrusts were becoming more erratic and you knew he was close. “Fuck I-I’m gonna cum.” He brought you down fully on him as you could feel his cum shoot up into you. You gasped as you could feel how much he had been cumming. He groaned in relief as he slumped against the wall. “Holy shit Y/N.” You dryly laughed as you tried to compose yourself. “I know, I bet you didn’t plan for that to happen tonight.” “Yea. no. Maybe getting arrested, definitely not this.” 

You were taken back when he leaned up and trapped your lips in his. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you kissed back. Even though a light layer of sweat covered both of your bodies, neither of you cared. His hands gently picked you up off of him as some of his cum dripped out from you. Before the both of you could say something, a loud knock came from the door as Steve shouted, “Hey can the two of you stop fucking in there and let’s go?” Eddie burst out laughing and doubled over on the floor. “Looks like we gotta go princess.”

Finders Keepers, Horny Losers- e.m

Part 1

a/n: THIS CAME TO ME ONE LATE NIGHT AFTER ONE TOO MANY BOWLS. Just pure filth, but enjoy at your disposal. 

Summary: Eddie's long time best friend finds something interesting and decides to explore her curiosity.

Warnings: Pure porn. Use of sex toys, heavy mention of drugs, swearing, oral (m! receiving), fem!reader, slightly dom!reader, mention of creampie if you squint, pet names, I think that’s it?? MDNI–18+ ONLY! 

wc: 3.5k

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader best friend

Requests are open!

DO NOT PUBLISH MY WORK ANYWHERE

photo credit: N/A

You weren’t exactly looking for your best friend’s sex toy. Honest to God. Eddie had sent you on a mission to get your favorite bowl to smoke out of for the next session the curly haired boy started. It had been a blistering summer day in the middle of July. Peak heat was burning down on your sweat coated skin and neither of you could take the abuse of the rays any longer. 

You had haphazardly thrown on some band shirt that Eddie had laying on the ground. An old Iron Maiden shirt that was starting to get holes in the collar and sleeves. You praised Eddie for always buying oversized shirts so he could share them with you, something he had picked up on early in your friendship. 

It fell just a bit below where your ass and thighs connected. It had covered the black bikini bottoms that had been completely dry from sitting out in the Indiana heat. “Jesus Eddie, have you ever heard of a bookshelf? Or some sort of organization?” You rolled your eyes as you hung up his beloved denim vest on a hanger in his closet as you could hear him mumble some half-ass remark. No wonder Eddie lost everything, he never put anything away. You recalled the multitude of times that you had practically begged him to let you clean his room. His defense was that creative people had messy rooms and if anything had changed you would be “damaging” his creative genius. 

Socks, shirts, and boxers had littered the floor and chair in his room. You were surprised he hadn’t discovered a new fungi species in this abyss. He was careless with his smoking equipment so you had figured it would be on the floor. Dropping to be on your hands and knees, you began rummaging under the bed that had been all too familiar. Textbooks from sophomore biology and barely worn pants were scattered all over. Shoving things to the side as it had been too dark to see under, your hand collided with something that you couldn’t make out. The base felt cylindrical and got wider at the top with some sort of spongy dome on the top.

Your arm retracted with the unknown object in your right arm until it saw the light of day. Your eyes went wide and your left hand smacked over your mouth hoping your gasp wasn’t loud enough for the boy in the next room to hear. You weren’t meant to see this because it was under his bed but your curiosity got the better of you anyway. It had been such a shock to discover your best friend’s personal pocket pussy. The thought of him actually having used it made something in your lower stomach burn.  

You inspected the pink silicone toy with a decent anatomy on top. The flesh tone and outline of the clit and labia made your mind race with different situations in which Eddie would use it. You couldn’t help but take your finger and run the tip of it around the artificial slit. It felt clean and smelt of antibacterial soap. At least it was a bit comforting to know he properly washed this thing. ‘How long has he had this?’ ‘Where did he get it?’ ‘How often does he use this?’ All these questions were flooding into your brain with each second that passed.

It must have been why didn’t hear the creaking of his door opening. “Y/N–what are you doing?” You let out a small scream as you tried hiding the toy as if it were your secret and not his. “Eds I I didn’t mean to find it, I swear. My hand just grazed this thing and I grabbed it and pulled it out and if I had any idea of what it was I would never have pulled it out. You know it’s normal for guys to have things like this–”. “Y/N please stop talking.” He couldn’t move from his place in the doorway. Partially from being embarrassed that you had found his little toy but also from you being on your knees with his shirt riding up on your hips, revealing your thighs that had been sticking together all day due to the cruel heat. 

Your eyes scanned over his body. His cheeks were turning bright red and you could make out the slight tips of his ears burning with embarrassment as well. His chest became flushed, which made for a fun juxtaposition with the black ink on his chest. It was a rare occasion that you had ever seen Eddie shirtless, but was it a pleasure. Traveling further south, small black hairs were scattered under his gray sweats that hung dangerously low on his hips. Your eyes averted their attention back to his face as you had this dumbfounded look on your face. 

Still holding the fleshlight in your hands you brought it to your front and stood up so you had finally been at some sort of eye level with him. His eyes darted down to the sight of your small hands gripping the toy he often used after you would visit, which had been an often occurrence. “Eddie–” “Y/N–”. The two of you are rambling at the same time. He stopped talking and motioned for you to explain how you got yourself into this sticky situation. “Honest to God Eddie, this was a mistake. I never knew you even owned one a-and I am just so sorry.” Your small and delicate hands were squeezing the flesh silicon, in fear he wouldn’t notice how flustered you had been. 

His eyes softened at your nerves and he chuckled through his own embarrassment that he had been struggling with. “Darling it’s okay. I am not mad at you and clearly I should have hid it away better. I know you weren’t looking for it.” He gently took baby steps to you as he noticed you were still tensing up. His hands met yours as he slowly pried it from your slightly shaky hands. In his left hand, he held the toy and in the right he was guiding you to sit down. Your back felt like it had been in flames with his hand on the mid of your back. It felt heavy with the extra weight of his bulky rings. 

“Y/N, there is really no need to be upset over this. Trust me.” His hand was going up and down trying to sooth your nerves. You just groaned into your hands as you hunched over, shielding yourself from your best friend. “I know it’s just an intimate item and clearly your best friend isn’t supposed to see it. I mean it would be like you finding my vibra–”. You barely finished the sentence before you felt his hand stall. Sitting as stiff as a board you look to your left to see a wide eyed look and a shit eating grin slapped on the curly haired boy. “Oh so you have your own selection of toys I see?” “No! Ignore that comment.” 

He started laughing as you stood up and snatched the fake pussy from his hands. “C’mon Y/n, you know I am just messing with you. Masturbation is completely normal and healthy and–”. “Stop it Eddie. You sound just like my mother, Jesus.” He could see you examining the fleshlight in your hand as you inspected the curves and grooves that were supposed to be the lips and clit. “Stick your fingers inside.” Your head shot straight up to meet his eyes in disbelief. “That’s gross. You’ve stuck your dick in this. I am not doing that. Plus you must forget I know what a vagina feels like. I don’t need to feel a fake one.” He snorted out a laugh at your blatant disgust as you still kept looking at it. 

It was a standard one that you could get from any sex shop. A black plastic cylindrical holder with the silicone toy stuffed inside for maximum pleasure. “Yet you still seem to be intrigued by it even if my dick has been inside it.” You rolled your eyes at the cocky comment, but your cheeks betrayed in revealing the blush that it sent to your face. “I dunno. I’ve heard of them before. I just have never seen one, let alone held one.” You were going to ask your next question but hesitated. He could sense this and leaned back on his elbows looking at you. “Go ahead, ask whatever you want.” 

You took a deep breath and swallowed your nerves. “What does it feel like when you use it?” His left eyebrow sort of shot up, not in disbelief or shock but just surprised that you had the balls to say it out loud. “Well, it does its job at feeling like a pussy sometimes. I use lube and obviously it feels very wet. The silicone part is pushed in there pretty tight so it feels very snug when I use it.” You slightly nodded, not sure of what answer you had been expecting. Your next question came out in a bit of a croak. “Does it feel good?” His laugh echoed through the room as he held his stomach. It was kind of cute how innocent you looked. Your eyes darted from him to the toy. “Yes–it does feel good. But it isn’t the real thing, ya know?” 

You mentally scolded yourself as you were sure it felt good to him. “Do you use it a lot?” You wanted to sew your mouth shut so you could stop from the self-inflicted torture. “You are curious today dalin’. Uh, yea. To answer your question, I do use it pretty often.” The two of you sat in silence. You couldn’t help it. You wanted more answers but dare not ask the questions. That’s why Eddie was so good. He could practically hear the question in his head as he was spilling out an answer. “Y/n, to answer a question I know you have. I may use it a lot. I use it just about every time you come over to visit. Obviously I don’t use it when you’re here or when you spend the night but yea…”

You couldn’t bear to look him in his eyes. It felt like your heart could leap out of your chest at any given moment. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Eddie scoot down to the foot of the bed. He pulled your legs closer to him, making you shuffle your feet in between his legs. It always drove you crazy when he would manspread. His hands glided over yours. “Hey I’m sorry if that was too much. I don’t want to scare you off or anything. I just wanted to be open with you.” You shook your head and chuckled a bit. “I’m not upset. Just a little surprised.” “What, you don’t think I don’t see how you look at me darlin’?” You turned your head to the right so you couldn’t make eye contact. “I had hoped you wouldn’t.” 

“Too late now. I guess the pussy is out of the bag.” You couldn’t help but laugh which had you looking him in the eyes as he was clearly proud of that one. Your laughter died down and your smile dropped. “Were you–were you going to use it after I left today?” This definitely took him by surprise and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed your question. His right hand came up and scratched the back of his head as he let out an almost shameful ‘yes’. 

You took in his answer and immediately followed up with another question. This time all bets were off the table. “Can I use it on you?” he had no choice but to meet your eyes. “What?” “I said–.” “No, I heard what you said.” “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I just figured I would save you the time later by doing it for you.” For some reason, those words went straight to his cock. He thought it was incredibly hot that you were being this bold. “Do you want to do this angel?” “I wouldn’t have offered it if I didn’t.” He chuckled at your sassy reply. There was his girl. 

“I mean if you really want to, be my guest.” This was all you needed as you sank to your knees, maintaining eye contact. You made yourself extremely close to him as you set down the toy to his left thigh. Your hands creeped their way up to his low waist band. You could see his stomach contract and his muscles tensing as your fingers skimmed the fabric over his pelvic bone. “Don’t be a tease baby.” This led you to pay more attention to the very obvious tent that had been growing in his sweats. “So big,” you mumbled more to yourself. You had always heard the rumors but now you had your own confirmation. 

“It’s all your baby. All for you.” He knew what to say and it immediately went down to your soaked bikini bottoms. Taking no time, your hands pulled down his sweats to the middle of his thighs, allowing his erection to spring up. It bobbed slightly against his stomach as he was still holding himself up. It curved slightly upward and there had been a prominent vein that ran on the underside of the shaft. It led right up to the cut red tip. Smaller dark curls littered the bottom yet they looked trimmed. The sight alone made you go feral. Admiring it like it had been a sculpture in an art museum. “Touch it sweetheart.” His words snapped you out of your daze. 

Your left hand reached out to gently hold it in your hand. It was slightly heavy and had a velvet sort of touch to it. You gently squeezed his cock in your hand and he slightly hissed through his teeth. Just then a dribble of precum emerged from his slit. Without thinking your tongue captured the slightly salty mixture. He gasped at the feeling of your tongue as he hadn’t been expecting it. His right arm reached out to pet your hair and your tongue swirled around his tip. He scooped up as much hair as he could while being gentle with you. Your lips wrapped themselves around his head as your tongue started to trace over the vein. This caused him to grasp your hair harder causing a slight groan to be muffled. “Do you like that sweetheart? Like it when I pull your hair with your pretty lips wrapped around my fucking cock?” 

Your eyes said it all. His head just pulled back as you went further down his shaft as your cheeks hollowed out. Painfully going slow to tease him. Paying extra attention to his head. You pulled up right as you could tell he had been enjoying it. A small ‘pop’ echoed in his room. Some more precum leaked out as it slightly fell down his member. “See what you do to me darlin’?” You laughed dryly as you reached for his toy, completely forgetting why you were in this position. Hovering over him, eyes locked, you spit on his cock. 

That was an image he would engrain in his memory. His sweet girl on her knees spitting on his cock like a little whore. “Fuck baby.” He moaned at the sight and closed his eyes. He had been so hard, it was easy to gently push the fleshlight over the tip. He let out a loud gasp as he felt it glide over his head with ease. “That’s it baby, make me feel good.” His eyes were screwed shut as you brought the imitation pussy over the tip slowly. Barely pushing down and teasing the fuck out of him. For a few more moments you continued your pattern of just fucking his tip but wanted to see him more fucked out. That’s when you sunk it down completely on him. Bringing it to the base and bottoming out of the toy. 

A long and strained moan escaped from his throat as his arm gave out from under him. He reached for the ragged quilt around him, trying to grasp onto something. It felt good to be the one controlling his pleasure. He had always been so cocky and confident and yet here you were fucking with cock with a toy. He lifted his head to make eye contact with you and you couldn’t help but smile slightly. Seeing that fucked out look in his eyes as they glossed over with lust. He looked beautiful like this. You brought it up and brought it down with force this time. He never knew that getting this toy in hopes of helping his thoughts of fucking you come true would lead to this. 

Your torture on his cock quickened with your pace. “Does that feel good Eddie?” Your voice was so quiet, not too loud than a whisper. You were still trying to be innocent and it was driving him up the walls. “You have no idea how good it feels darlin’.” Your hand slightly squeezed the plastic holder as your pace quickened more. Your spit was mixing with his precum and it had been lubbing him up quickly, letting out an almost squelching sound. “I always imagine fucking your pussy when I pound it this–this thing.” He rushed out his confession as you continued your assault on his rock hard cock. You didn’t say anything as you just watched the fleshlight swallow his cock every time you pushed it down and pulled it up. 

You couldn’t help but think this is what it would look like if you were riding him instead of using his own toy on him. “Y/n, sweetheart, I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last. You just feel so fucking good.” That made your eyes meet his as you bit your lip and continued your fast movements of going up and down on his member. “Yeah? Are you going to cum thinking about how this could be my pussy instead Eddie?” His eyes practically rolled into the back of his skull at the sound of your question. “God yes. Please baby, make me cum in that tight pussy of yours.” His pleas were like hymns. 

You knew it wouldn’t take too much to make him cum so quickly while you were still pumping his cock into his toy, your head darted down to his balls. Excitedly taking one into your mouth, you rolled it around while gently sucking on it. This caused his hips to fuck up into your hand at a distorted rhythm. “That’s it baby. That’s it.” He was so close and he didn’t want this to end, but he needed to cum. You continued to tongue at him as you kept pumping him when you felt his hips still and you could feel his cock twitch. “That’s it Eddie, cum.” His hips rutted up slightly as moans of your name fell from his lips. You could make out a slightly sheer coat of sweat on his forehead as he sat himself back up. 

You didn’t take the toy off immediately. You slightly pumped his overstimulated cock to see how sensitive he got. He gasped and tried to move away. You lightly laughed as you carefully brought the toy up and off of him. His cum quickly followed and dripped all over his stomach and pelvis. It truly did look like he just came inside a pussy and that made something in your lower stomach churn. “That was fucking incredible.” He was slightly out of breath as he sat up fully. He reached over and took off the distressed Iron Maiden shirt. He used it to whip the cum off of him and the toy, as much as he could. 

“Do you do that with all your shirts?” “That’s what you're concerned about right now?” “Well, I do wear them often so yes.” He couldn’t believe you and just laughed as he tucked himself back into his sweats. Tossing you an old Sabbath shirt, he made his way to the headboard, gesturing for you to join him. You crawled up to him and slotted yourself under his left arm. “I think we should do that more often, but maybe not with any sex toys,” you shyly said. “Yea? I would love to do that too.” 

You both sat in comfortable silence for a couple of minutes. You spotted something on his nightstand to the right of him. Sitting on top of an issue of Heavy Metal was the glass pipe that had gotten you into all of this. “Fuck me,” you muttered as you reached across his torso to grasp the delicate item. “Can you pack a bowl while I get some snacks?”

The Pleasure Principle - e.m.

a/n: Lord have mercy. This is just straight porn. I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I did writing! As always requests are always open!

Summary: Eddie finds himself at a strip club one night and sees a familiar face on stage. How could he not request a dance? 

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! Graphic description, rough sex, Dom!Eddie,choking, swearing, being a stripper? Alcohol consumption, pet names: kitten, doll, etc. sexual tension, creampie, unprotected sex, Wrap it before you tap!

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader stripper

Wc: 4.3k 

Photo credit: N/A

Do not post my work anywhere!

Friday nights were always the busiest of your week. It was payday and everyone wanted a stress reliever for a hard week’s work. You had claimed your residency at the club a little over 7 months ago. It was pretty hard to miss the neon signs that illuminated the front of the building. A giant yellow and pink flashing neon sign etched ‘PANTHER PLAYGROUND’ with a bright pink cat that switched to a girl arching her back. On the front of the building were other neon signs in hues of blues, purples and pinks ‘Girls Girls Girls’, ‘All Nude’, ‘Live Girls’. The strip club had been located 15 minutes south of Hawkins, where you and most of the girls lived. 

Plenty of graduated seniors and business men made their way there every week it seemed. Most of your shifts, much like this one, started at 10 p.m. and ended near 2 a.m. You had 5 half hour floor sets and the rest of the time was spent in the private rooms where regulars, out of towners or newbies wanted a one on one dance. While you might have been fairly new to the playground, you were the hottest ticket in town. 

You had graduated over a year ago and had been the youngest girl there at a whooping nineteen. That drove everyone up the wall. It earned you the nickname ‘Babydoll’. You played on this by wearing bright and playful colors. Your signature was pink. Baby pink lipgloss, lingerie, heels, makeup, and pink glitter. The more innocent you looked the more bills you collected at the end of the night. Frills, lace, shimmer, you name it. 

It had already been 12:15 a.m. and it was time for your third set of the night, except now you were on the main stage. The reflective tiles littered across were in the shape of a giant ‘T’. It seemed like a catwalk with the pole right in the middle of the stage’s junction. That was your favorite place to dance. You could easily get lost as the spotlight followed you down the aisle. Your friends often asked if you still had stage fright but it was quite the opposite. You couldn’t wait to strut out onto the stage and captivate the lively bodies in the room. 

The club’s walls were bouncing from the bass and reverberation of each of the songs that played one after another. Each girl had a mix that played when they were on the main stage. Through all of the glitter and innocence, your mix consisted of rock and metal. The juxtaposition alone made the room go wild. Scanning  the crowd, you knew tonight was going to be a good one. Weekends in the summer always were. “Next up, you know her, you love her. She's the Panther's girl next door. Give it up for…Babydoll!” The DJ’s voice mixed with the cheers and whistles that echoed in your ears. 

You pranced up the stairs and smiled and waved at some of the familiar faces you spotted in the crowd. Twirling to get some of the tables more loud and playing with your hair that was curled and teased up. Before you planted yourself on the pole, you turned to a random table of guys you're recognized from a few years ago at Hawkins High. It was your way to start a set by blowing a glossed kiss at a new table every night. 

You raised your right hand above your head and gripped the pole tight. Squeezing your thighs and arching your back so your ass was clearly pushed against the cold steel. That’s when ‘Girls Girls Girls’ by Motley Crue blasted throughout the club. Mixtures of 1’s. 5’s, and 20’s were starting to get thrown at you. Intricately swinging and grinding on the pole. Running your hands up and down your body. Bending over and arching to place yourself in positions that leave little to the imagination. 

Right as you worked your way to the chorus you decided to pay the folks at the end of the catwalk some attention. Crawling on all fours, sensually, you heard praises and clapping from either side of you. But that was drowned out. Everything was drowned out as you looked up right at the front doors. The doors had opened to reveal someone who would have never expected to waltz right in. 

Back in your senior year, you had shared a few classes with him. He failed almost all of them. Not because he wasn’t smart but because he struggled but no one gave a shit. Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson. The reason you two got along was maybe for your love of metal and rock or the fact that you actually helped him in class or the few times you bought a quarter off of him occasionally. He always called you a freak but you liked it. Liked that if you two shared things in common then you would gladly wear the name on your sleeves. 

The odd thing was you had never seen him in here before, so now you were intrigued as to why he had been here. But as Vince Neil’s voice reverberated off of the walls, his eyes seemed to catch yours and a wave of shock ran through his eyes but a prominent smirk was etched on his face. This translated into a newfound confidence for you. This dance isn't for everyone anymore. It hadn’t even been for yourself, it was for him. Your eyes followed him as you picked a table not too far from the stage. Just the perfect view to catch you prancing around like a doe. 

Song after song played as he still cradled his amber colored drink. Watching you dance. His eyes raking over your body, every crevice and curve. Watching the way your body moved sensually. It was now 12:45 a.m. by the time you had walked off of the main stage. Collecting any and all bills that belonged to you and stuffing them in your pink fluffy duffle bag that you use strictly for your money. Once you knew your money had been safely put away, you headed out to the floor in search of the man of the hour. 

However, to your disappointment he had disappeared along with his amber colored drink. Just as you headed towards the bar in hopes if the bartender had seen him anywhere, one of the managers turned you around. “Hey babydoll, there is a private dance waiting in room 1. He also paid for extra time.” “Oh okay, how long did they want?” “Guy said he wanted an hour. Paid upfront in cash too.” The disbelief that took over your face. “Phil, you know I can’t do that.” “Sorry sweetheart, but he already paid. Plus he’s new.” 

The sour taste this new guy put in your mouth could just about ruin your night. You practically have to dance for this guy until you close. Of course Phil would allow you to miss your two other stage sets for this fucking dance. You couldn’t help but be a little put off by this guy that you never even met. Who can pay for a full hour dance in cash upfront? As you approached the first door to the private rooms, you took a deep breath in to prepare yourself for the long hour you were about to endure. 

There had been a switch next to the handle. It lets dancers know which room is in use and it allows the customer inside to know that you are about to come in. It works because it is too loud to hear any knocking. Your perfect manicured finger flipped the switch on and you put on your most innocent face. Slowly opening the door and slipping inside you made sure to close the door firmly to make sure the new guy could see and hear that you were ready. 

You had your back to the guy, mainly so you could give yourself as much time to mentally prepare yourself. But as soon as you turned around, the most audible gasp escaped your lips. It was Eddie. He was standing there in all of his glory. Except now he had ditched the Hellfire shirt for a plain navy blue button up. Still adorning those white Reeboks. His hair was still curly and long and tamed this time. His tattoos are more prominent than ever. Especially his chest. However, his rings caught your attention. They still looked heavy on his hand as it draped over his thigh that was spreading wide open. He looked like sex on that chair. 

Your mouth was wide open but no words dared to come out. This made his lips turn up into a giant smile and chuckle at your current state. “Hi babydoll, or can I call you Y/N?” You must have looked stupid. Standing there in 7 inch holographic heels. A pink metallic string bikini adorned your tits and barely covered your ass. Your mouth hangs open like a fish out of water. All you could mutter was a quiet, “Eddie.” “That’s my name sweetheart.” 

Then it dawned on you, he wanted an hour’s worth of a dance. “Why are you here?” He mockingly put a hand over his heart like it had genuinely hurt his feelings. “I can’t come in and see the best dancer in all of Hawkins?” You shook your head and rephrased your question. “No I mean why are you getting a dance from me?” “Again Y/N, I wanted to see the best dancer in Hawkins.” This time he stood from the chair and you were practically at his height. No mistake, he towered over you without your heels. 

“Are you sure that’s the real reason why you’re here?” He dryly laughed at your question. “I had known for a while that you worked down here. So what I saved a bit to come and get some one on one time with the “Panther’s very own girl next door, Babydoll.”’ This confession made something stir in your lower stomach. “Don’t play with me Munson.” “But that would be nice to do.” That smirk never left his face. “You always did intrigue me Y/N.” He had now been circling you, like a hungry shark. “You were a ‘freak’ like me. Quite the opposite of being a ‘girl next door’. But I can see why they like your little innocent act you put on.” You could feel his stare even when he stopped behind you. 

His voice was sending you into a trance. “I always appreciated you for helping me out in class. That reflected when you would come buy from me. But you and I know both why I let you walk away with more than what you were buying.” You shook your head in fear your voice would give you away. Slowly brushing past you, he finally made his way in front of you. “Tsk, tsk sweetheart. I know you’re smarter than that.” 

“What if I’m not?” This intrigued him to continue. “Then come show me how dumb you are. Maybe I can teach you a few lessons.” He finally went to sit back down in the black cushioned chair that was set up in the middle of the room. It was a very spacious chair with plenty of room to fit two people in it. His finger lightly petted his thigh, practically making your mouth water. You stood still in the place you found yourself about two minutes ago. “I guess I should get started on your dance then, wouldn’t want to waste your time.”

It was almost in sync, the way you dropped to your knees and through the small enclosed room, Panama by Van Halen eased its way into both of your ears. You could see Eddie shift in his seat. The sight of you on your knees, crawling toward him like some puppy. Your ass was sticking out in the air, practically swaying back and forth as you worked your way to the chair. You internally thanked him for always manspreading because it gave you more access. 

Your hands slowly slid up his legs and firmly grasped onto his thighs. Your hands were on top of his. You used this as leverage to stand up but to bend over in his face. His eyes darted from yours, to your lips, then finally to your tits that were spilling out of your sparkly pink bikini top. It didn’t help that your nipples were hard and he wished he could just reach out and suck them into his mouth. He could see your lips were moving but he didn’t hear the words that came out. “What’s the matter Eddie,” you pouted, “cat got your tongue?” You giggled and turned around switching hands to balance yourself on the arms of the chair. 

You bent forward, folding in half. Your arms graced down your legs holding onto the back of your calves. He had the perfect view of your ass that was barely covered by the sorry excuse you called ‘bottoms’. He knew he could reach out and just grope you to his heart’s content, but where was the fun in that? You couldn’t believe that Eddie wanted you. Well at the very least,  wanted a dance from you. 

You spread your legs and grazed your thighs with your fingers and pulled at them. You could hear a low groan come from the older guy from behind you. You couldn’t help the smile that etched itself on your face. The thing about big heels was being able to work more on the balls of your feet. You spun around to face his front and could see the strained erection that had been growing by the second in his tight black jeans. 

His eyes followed your every body roll and arch. Teasing was the purpose of your job and teasing was what you would do to this man. Pushing yourself back and onto the floor, you found yourself in the position you first started in. You put your left hand behind you to support yourself, while you sucked on your right thumb. A ‘pop’ rang through the room as it flowed through Eddie’s ears like music. You drug your fingertips down your neck and in between the valley of your breasts. His stare lingered lower to your navel and your clothed cunt. 

Your hair flipped as you rolled away and farther from him to play with yourself. You gripped your tits as your back arched from the black tiles. His groans and growls were enough to convince you to give him some attention. He was clearly aching and you wanted to help him. You climbed into his lap and made yourself right at home on his lap. There was a change in his eyes. It was dark. It was lust. His hands gripped your hips tight as you ground your hips down at an agonizingly slow pace. 

“So what does a man like you do to have enough cash for an hour dance with Hawkins babydoll?” Your fake lashes bat at him and you stuck your bottom lip out in a pout that showed the small golden flakes in your pink lip gloss. His hands were rough and you could feel the calluses on each of his fingers. “Well, I played guitar for a while, but those calluses you feel are from all the cars I work on sweetheart.” Your eyes went wide and all you could was grind down harder at this new information. 

“You like sweetheart? Like that I work a real man’s job. That I earn money so I can come here and see your pretty body dance for me?” This man knew exactly how to make you feel like putty in his hands. You could feel his erection as you were grinding over him and it took everything in you to not whimper at the friction that you were feeling on your clit. But he wasn’t wrong and that was what made you wet. He could read you easily. 

Your hands made their purchase in your hair as you swivel your hips on him and bounce. His hands were working their way from your hips to right under your breasts. He couldn’t take it anymore. You were in his lap, practically naked, just begging. 

He worked his way to your back where the strings of your top were resting. In one fell motion, your top had fallen down. “Eddie!” “I’m sorry doll, I couldn’t help myself. You’re fucking grinding that cunt on my cock and you look fuckin’ incredible.” “You could have asked,” was all you could reply with. “Don’t tell me that.” His hand reached up to your left tit and squeezed hard. Finally you made your first sound of the night. “That’s it baby, mewl for me. Pur for me like a good kitten.” Out of nowhere you felt his harsh smack to your other tit. A whine filled his ears and this only caused him to do it again. 

“You dirty girl, you like it when I slap those tits of yours.” All you could do was nod and gasp as his hot breath caused your nipple to harden even more. His teeth grazed  the sensitive bud as you arched your back into him. Your body was begging him for more. He obliged and engulfed your nipple into his mouth. He sucked and pulled it his teeth causing you to moan and buck your hips into his. “Eddie–please.” Nothing was said except that slap that was given to your ass. “You’ll take what I give you, right baby? Because you’re good and good girls wait.” 

You nodded and sighed as he switched to the other nipple and rolled the left one in between his fingers. Your hands shakily lowered as you undid the sides of your bottoms and threw them across the room. Here you were in Eddie Munson’s lap, naked and grinding down on his cock like a cat in heat. “Look at you all needy and ready for me, yea?” “Yes Eddie!” His hand wrapped your throat as he sat back to watch you. “Look at you, come one show me how bad you want it.”

You pouted at him but picked up the pace as you rocked back and forth in his lap. The direct contact of the denim and your bare clit made you gasp and whine. 

Hisses came from his throat the more your soaking cunt swept over his hard cock. “Just like that Y/N, feel good on me.” “Fuck me Eddie. Please, I need you.” He shushed you and his left hand made its way to your hips to stop you. “Get up,” he commanded. You did as you were told and rubbed your thighs together to generate some sort of friction. He was making work on his jeans. Your eyes were glued on his hands as they slid his zipper down and you couldn’t help but note the mess you made on the dark denim. “Would you look at that? You made quite the mess on my jeans.” 

He slid them down along with his boxers. They sat at the mid of his thigh. Your lips parted in sight of his throbbing cock. It bobbed up and hit his stomach. The tip was an angry red and a prominent vein that traveled down all the way to where his balls hung heavy. Little balck curls adorned his base. Well trimmed but still enough to turn you on. There were a few times in the past you caught sight of his happy trail but nothing like this. 

His head was already leaking precum and what you wouldn’t give to taste him. But right here and now in this moment you were too needy. You need his cock in you and to fuck you like you were his. You wasted no time in slotting yourself back onto his lap. You took your right hand and ran your fingers through your slick folds, collecting your arousal on your fingers. Pumping his cock in your hand, you made sure to get him nice and wet to take all of you. 

“Jesus H. Christ Y/N.” His eyes remained on your hand pumping his cock that was covered in your slick. You leaned in close to his ear, raising your hips right above his tip. “Is this okay with you,” you asked as you licked his earlobe and sank down on him at the same time. A loud ‘yes’ was your answer as you took all of him. You felt so full and so fucking good. The way his cock felt in you, felt like it could have been in your stomach. 

“Feel that Eddie? Feel you so deep in me, feel so fucking good.” Your words were coming out in slurs as you slowly raised your hips and brought them back down, feeling every vein and curve. It was as if you were made to take him, all of him. The way his hard cock rubbed against your spongy walls and he was able to hit that spot deep within you. You continued to fuck him slowly as your clit rubbed against the base of his shaft. 

He had both of his hands on the side of your torso to guide you up and down on him with ease. The pain of his fingers translated into pleasure as you kept going. Taking a break from riding him you rocked back and forth in his lap. Grinding like before but this time he felt every move of your hips. “Yea baby, work those fuckin’ hips just like the little slut you are.” “M’not a slut,” you huffed out. “No? If you’re not a slut, then why are you fucking me like one? Fucking one of your customers?” You shook your head and continued to grind on his cock. “Hey look at me when I’m talking to you,” he grabbed your face, causing your lips to form into a pout. “I said I'm not a slut.” 

He wasn’t having any of it and his hands immediately went down to your ass. You took your hips and raised them as he started fucking up into you. The force and the angle at which he was fucking up caused you to scream out. His balls were slapping up into your ass causing the sound of skin slapping to mix in with the music and your moans. “You’re not a slut huh, guess I need to fuck you like one then.” He was driving up into your cunt, repeatedly hitting that spot that made your legs go weak. 

Your hands made purchase on his shoulders as you tried to meet his thrusts. “See you say your not a slut, yet try to fuck me back.” Whines and moans were escaping your lips as you bounced up and down on his shaft. “Feels s’good Eddie.” “I know it does.” Your right hand slipped in between the both of you and started to rub tight circles on your clit. 

He noticed and started fucking up into you harder to get you there. “C’mon baby, I want you to cum. Cum all over this cock.” His voice, smooth as velvet. His hands were rough. His cock was fucking you so good. It was all becoming too much and you couldn’t hang on anymore. “I know you can do it Y/N, give me your cum.” His voice pleading you sent you over the edge as your orgasm came crashing over you. “Fuck Eddie!” Hot tears spilled down your face and mixed with your glitter. 

You could tell he was close in the way his pace was starting to become erratic. He took you and slammed you down onto his cock as his cum shot up into you. “That’s it, take my cum like the good girl I know you are.” Causing you to gasp at how much he was coming. He kept you there tight until his load was completely emptied in you. 

Neither of you dared to move from your position as the both of you panted and tried to catch your breaths. “I think that was an hour’s worth of a private dance.” You looked up and searched his eyes. It was the same old Eddie that had to make you laugh. You chuckled and leaned your forehead against his. “You’re kinda sweaty.” “So are you,” he retorted. He checked his watch and it had already been 1:12 a.m. 

“Why do you get dressed, go do whatever you need to do to clock out and you can come back to my place and smoke. You know for old time’s sake?” You smiled and nodded at the idea he proposed. “Wait!” Before he could ask you what was wrong, his lips were enclosed in yours. ‘Mmm’. You captured his top lip in your bottom lip as you leaned into him. Pulling back you looked him in the eyes, “I couldn’t help myself, I’ve been wanting to do that since senior year.” He just smiled and gave you pecks all over your face. 

You tried your hardest to get off of his lap without making a complete mess of him or yourself. While he situated himself back in his jeans, you tied your suit back together as neatly as possible. Trying to make it look like you didn’t just get your brains fucked out by the town freak. “Alrighty, I’m going to be right back. Collect my things, pay out the club and I’ll be out front!” He smiled at your cuteness and petted your cheek. “Sounds good Y/N, I’ll be at the bar waiting.”  You turned to head out at the door and you could feel his stare on your ass, “I’ll be the short one in pink.” 

All Eddie could think was that some things never change.

Can u do a Eddie x Female best friend reader of him having a crush on u headcanons and you hear Dustin aka Ur little BROTHER and you hear Eddie comes to Dustin for advice about a girl and he didn’t know it’s his big sister that his best friend likes ORRR. You could do the opposite of this headcanon like u could do where u can hear them talking about you u hear Eddie saying he likes and u and bragging about you all the time to the hellfire which you are apart of but he didn’t make it noticeable to you about the girl he really likes I’m sorry I need to stop thinking about Eddie headcanons 😬 sorry if this is too long

I absolutely love this idea! I just love the bond between Dustin and Eddie and the fact that both of them can go to each other about different types of situations! Especially when it would have to do with something as intricate as Dustin’s older sister. He knows it would be a delicate situation. Thank you for the request!

Summary: Eddie needs love advice from his right hand man, but it’s to get a girl that is off-limits. 

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!best friend reader (Henderson edition)

Warnings: Just tooth-rotting fluff, some swearing, a bit of insecure y/n, hint of angst, happy ending <3

High school scared you. Not for you but your little brother Dustin. Being as it was your senior year, you had a pretty decent experience. In no way was it awful besides some of the shitty teachers and the boring classes at 8 a.m.. It also wasn’t the best time of your life, you simply didn’t peak in high school like many of your peers did. This was partly due to having your best friend at your hip. Eddie and Y/N. Everyone knew you as two peas in a pod. 

Since middle school gym class, the both of you made a promise to each other. That going into high school you wouldn’t forget about each other and you wouldn’t turn into an asshole. He was two years older than you and he promised he would look after you. In return, he asked you to not do anything stupid. It kind of did freak you out a bit when you had entered sophomore year and he was doing his first round of senior year. The idea that you would have to do it by yourself. He would never admit it, but a small part of him stuck around because he knew it wouldn’t be right to just leave you. 

Cut to 1986. 7 years worth of a friendship and the two of you were better than ever. Skipping classes, getting high off your asses, going to the hideout every Tuesday to staying up late with him to plan for the next campaign when you should probably be studying for Ms.O'Donnell's English final. The cherry on top of the sundae was the newest addition of Dustin, your little brother, and his friends. 

Will moving to California was hard on Dustin because the 4 of them were never separated for long periods of time and entering such a new place as high school was extremely terrifying. That’s why your heart  swooned over Eddie when he personally took Dustin under his wing. The way you saw them at lunch or at Hellfire meetings, the two men in your life that you had unconditional love for. 

Deep down you knew how you felt towards your best friend. Everyone around you could see it. Eddie might have even seen it, but it was never spoken of. You knew the minute feelings were to get involved, things would get messy and complicated and neither of you were one for confrontations. Physical or emotional. 

It took you by surprise when Eddie asked to talk with Dustin alone before tonight’s meeting. Your puzzled eyes met Eddie’s at the head of the table, “Why just Dustin?” He seemed a bit frantic, “Oh it’s nothing, just have to talk with him about something. Really s’nothing Y/N.” Before you could interject to call out his bs, Mike started arguing with Dustin over whose girlfriend was better. “All I’m saying is that El saved the world like three times. She’s literally a superhero.” “Yet, you still have a C in Spanish,” Dustin retorted. The two of them kept bickering as Eddie just had his head hung low and bit his nails. A habit he only had when he was either nervous or unsure of something. 

It was unlike Eddie or Dustin to hide something from you and it made you utterly anxious. It couldn’t have been good if Eddie wasn’t telling the truth. That’s why you skipped 8th early so you could follow Eddie. Creeping behind walls and lockers, you followed the two to the club’s usual meeting spot, the theater’s black box. Eddie could feel someone following him so he knew he had to be quick. Shoving Dustin into the room, he immediately slammed the door shut. You heard the lock click and mentally groaned, ‘of course he would,’ you thought to yourself. 

You snuck over as fast as you could leaning your ear against the door. It was a bit muffled but you could still make out what they had been saying. Unbeknownst to you Eddie was pacing the room back and forth, twirling a piece of hair between his fingers to calm his nerves. “Eddie, what was so important you needed to drag me here,” you heard your little brother ask. It was physically impossible but you leaned in closer trying to clearly hear what has been distracting your best friend. “There is–well okay. There is this girl okay. And well I like her–I really like. Have liked her for a while. A-and I’m pretty sure she likes me too. At least  everyone says so,” he rambled on. 

“Okay and who is she, Eddie?” He simply shook his head and kept pacing. “I can’t tell you.” You heard one of Dustin’s infamous sighs. “You can’t tell me, that’s great. So much help.” “Zip it Henderson.” “Okay so why are you telling me all of this?” Your eyes were wide in anticipation as you wanted to know who this mystery girl was. Sure there were girls he would stare at or hookup with after gigs which you admit made you extremely jealous. But you had your fair share of dates you had been on, none that Eddie approved of. So why wouldn’t he tell you about this girl?

“I dunno. I needed to tell someone before I burst. It’s like whenever I see her, my stomach is fucking going wild and my heart beats like really fast. She’s pretty and smart and funny and gets me. She doesn’t look at me like I'm a–a freak Henderson. I don’t want to mess anything up. She’ll be too good to lose.” His confession made your heart drop. What you wouldn’t give to have that effect on him. To be the one to make him feel that way. 

“Okay so you like her and you are pretty sure she likes you. And you are worried if you do talk to her about your feelings, she’ll back out?” All Eddie could do was nod in agreement. “Eddie, if she likes you and doesn’t judge you, what makes you think she will say no? Sure there is the possibility of saying no, but I think having the courage to even tell her how you feel is a huge thing. She will probably think you’re brave.” Even though you didn’t like what they had been talking about, you couldn’t help but feel proud of your younger brother’s intelligent and wise response. 

“If you’re not right, I swear to God I’m going to give you the biggest wedgie you’ve felt in your life.” Checking his watch, Eddie saw it was almost time for class to end. “Shit okay we gotta go. Hey, if you tell anyone about what I said–even Y/N, you’re toast. Got it?” “Loud and clear.” Shit. Shit. Shit. You couldn’t get away from the door fast enough before Eddie saw you crouched down towards the door. “Y/N?” Fuck. “What are you doing here?” You couldn’t think of anything to say. Your mind was racing with thoughts and questions. “Who is the girl Eddie?”

“You were listening to our conversation,” Dustin asked. “That is none of your business and go back to class.” “Y/n that’s unfair!” Your eyes dictated him to do otherwise. You waited for your little brother to round the corner for you to fully face Eddie. “It was you that followed us?” You nodded, afraid your voice would give away your true feelings. “How much did you hear? Y/N?” An exasperated sigh left your lips. “I heard it all. I heard how you feel about her and how you don’t want to fuck it up. I just don’t get why you couldn’t tell me. What about her is so important that you can’t tell your best friend?” “Y/N–,” cutting him off before he could finish. “I come to you for anything and everything. We are supposed to be best friends. Is it someone I don’t like? Wait–” Tears flooded your eyes at the thought of someone you did not want around him. Chrissy Cunningham. “It’s Chrissy isn't it? I knew it! I asked you, begged you! Of all people, not her!” 

You couldn’t help the volume increase in your voice but this hurt. Your throat felt on fire and your cheeks were burning to a crisp. “Jesus H. Christ Y/N!” His voice echoed in the hallway. “It’s not Chrissy! It’s you! I couldn’t fuckin’ tell you because it’s you I love. You clearly heard I couldn’t tell Dustin because you know he would have been fuckin’ weirded out,” he huffed out. That was not the answer you were expecting. Your eyes were searching his to see if he was joking or not. All you could see were tears of frustration building. He didn’t want to tell you like this. 

“And you ask where Dustin gets his impatience. You know I wanted to take you to our spot and talk. But no, you had to get all nosey and jealous.” Your eyes went wide and your mouth opened to say something but you felt his lips crash into yours. Without even thinking your lips molded with his as his hands cupped your face. The kiss was so delicate yet so passionate. A few tears slipped from your eyes are relief and happiness washed over you. It truly felt like one of those cinematic kisses. Where the theater is silent as everyone watches in awe. 

He slowly pulled away to get a better look at you. “Come on Y/N, it’s always been you. You’re my girl. No one could ever change that, especially Chrissy Cunningham.” You smiled at his words that were as sweet as honey. You pecked his lips as your hands draped around his neck. 

“Seriously, you sent me back to class so you could make out?” You both laughed and made out in an exaggerated way as Dustin was dry heaving and walked out. 

“Looks like I got the girl and the diploma.”

With the Band

a/n: I saw the video of Joe and had to do this. I would love to go to shows and meet artists with this man. I know music means a lot to him. Also I had to make the girlfriend a concert photographer, I HAD TO. Anyways enjoying this sweet moment<3 I do not give permission to repost my work anywhere!

pairing: Joseph Quinn x fem!photographer reader

wc: 1.4k

warnings: just fluff and a bit of swearing!

You can still remember the look on Joseph’s face when he got the call from his manager. Metallica wanted to invite him out to their headlining show at Lollapalooza 2022 in Chicago. You were convinced he was like a little boy on Christmas. He was bouncing up and down the walls for weeks. Working logistics out, he was able to score a backstage pass for you as well because he wanted his best girl to experience this with him. 

Sure you had been to plenty of shows with Joe, especially Haim shows as he was good friends with the youngest Alana. But meeting a legendary band the both of you grew up on, you couldn’t help but feel over the moon. Premieres, press junkets and cons later you finally found yourself in the bustling city of Chicago. The sweltering heat was no joke as you were grateful you packed a plethora of shorts, skirts and dresses. Your hotel room wasn’t too far from the festival grounds and you could see the crowds forming outside the venue. 

“It doesn’t feel real,” he murmured as you walked up next to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. Your chin resting barely on his shoulder as you looked out the window towards the city’s busy landscape. “Well you aren’t dreaming that’s for sure. You worked hard for this. Everything. Not just meeting the band but the fans, the love, the attention. I know your worth and so do you.” His hands threaded with yours and the two of you stayed there a bit. 

One of the many people on his team came knocking, letting the both of you know that it had been time to head to the music fest. “It’s now or never, rockstar.” 

The car ride consisted of Joe practicing different jokes, lots of head banging and air guitars. Metallica blasted through the speakers of the Cadillac Escalade that held his team. You could tell he was getting nervous with the way his leg was bouncing up and down and he had been biting his thumb nail. “Hey, it’s alright baby. They are gonna love you Joe. The love that the show has brought to the Metallica fans is astounding. They would be crazy not to!” “No I know, it’s just that these guys are absolute legends and they have done so much.” “I will be right by your side, you know this.” 

His hand was tightly held in yours as badges were checked in and security got through the both of you and his team. These green and lavender fabric wristbands adorned everyone’s wrists with the words “Backstage Pass” embroidered on it. It felt surreal as the two of you walked over to the private areas restricted for artists. His hand squeezing yours as signs littered with “Metallica” were becoming more apparent. “It’s all happening,” you whispered in his ear as you were jumping up and down. 

A security guard told you two to wait for a minute while the band got situated. His eyes went wide in disbelief as he looked around. “Holy shit we are meeting Metallica. Fuckin’ Metallica babe,” he was going mental and it made you giggle at how excited he was becoming. That’s when he went quiet. You turned around to see a face pop around the corner. Long, curly, gray hair was falling everywhere around his face. Kirk Hammet. “Hey guys! Come in and meet the rest of the crew!” It was all happening. 

Lars, James, Kirk and Robert were all there in person. You just knew you looked like a young fangirl. Joe was in a practical button up and his favorite Levi jeans paired with some worn down tan boots. You on the other hand were in a faux black leather skirt that laces up on either side. Yet, the show stopper was a corset made from a ‘Master of Puppets’ shirt. All of this paired with your favorite pair of Docs. 

They had all been there in their ‘metal glory’. The lead singer stepped up taking your boyfriend’s hand, “You’re taller than on TV!” Everyone erupted in laughter as introductions were thrown around and compliments were starting to get mixed together. 

The 6 of you got settled in as filming crews were plastered around to capture this gracious experience on behalf of Netflix. James and Joe immediately started going back and forth about the show and the previous seasons. You and the rest of the band watched in awe. It was unlike any other meet and greet you had done with artists. Kirk had one of his guitars cradled in his hands as he struck up a conversation with you. “Hey I understand you’re a photographer?” 

This took you by surprise. “Y-yea I am! I met Joseph at a show I was working at actually!” The two of you started comparing anecdotes once James gave his thanks to your British lover when you and the 59 year old guitarist joined in along with the group. “Oh my god that was what we practically heard for two years,” you quipped up. Nodding in agreement, he added,”We feel sort of connected to you guys.” The conversation felt like it lasted an eternity when Robert pondered a great question, “You wanna jam with us?” 

The flustered man to your left spouted an answer of being a bit ‘rusty’ and joked how he might need a lesson or two. The nearly 40 year old band led the way to the tuning room where the in-ears and guitars and basses were held. Drum kits with picks and sticks were everywhere. It was truly a music lover's dream. “We even got you a pair of in-ears.Not sure if you’ve used them but now you are officially a rockstar,” James explained. You sat on the other side of the room to see the love of your life get to play amongst musical geniuses. 

Pictures and videos were being taken as you wanted to freeze this moment in time. Lars gave a 4 count to the  beginning of the song as the three guitarists synced and Robert plucked at the strings of his bass. The all too familiar song flooded your ear canals and you moshed your head in time with the beat. As much as the two of you were repeating this, it truly was surreal. 

A wide grin spread across his face as the song came to a stop but he was over the moon. He let out one of his famous giggles as Lars announced into one of the cameras that Metallica was now suiting up to be a 5 piece. Joining your boyfriend with the rest of the band, Robert brought out a rather large but flat case. Gasps from Joe and you filled the room as you clapped in surprise. 

An exact replica of the NJ Warlock by B.C. Rich Guitar was gifted to your boyfriend as he dropped to his knees in a whirlwind of emotions. Your hands intrinsically went under his arms to bring him back to his feet. Tears started slipping down your face as you couldn’t hide your happiness for him. Just the kindness and atmosphere the band created for him was incredible. 

“Well we could sign it for you and fuck it all up,” James nonchalantly offered. Your eyes shot straight to his, answering before  your boyfriend could. “Would you mind?” A silver sharpie was being brought out as Joseph held the guitar for more stability as each member one by one autographed the special gift. 

It was unspoken that pictures had to be taken. The band and Joseph. The band and you. Then  eventually the lot of you. 

The guitar had been gently placed back in the case as it was already being shipped back to his flat across the Atlantic. Graces, goodbyes and words of luck were exchanged in regards to the show later in the evening. Hugs and handshakes were the last thing that connected you and the band before leaving. 

Small tears were coating your boyfriend’s cheeks as you walked back to your designated area. “That was incredible and I am so proud of you,” you whispered as you pulled him in for a tight and warming hug. “Most metal ever,” he mumbled. The two of you let out small laughs as he rested his forehead on yours. 

“Let’s head to the stage, rockstar.”

Everlong // part six 

Warnings: 18+, angst, mentions of death, nightmares, mentions of anxiety and depression, smut, unprotected sex

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader / Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: As Steve remembers the night of the party, he suffers through the guilt and the aftermath while you and Eddie get even closer. 

Author’s note: Don’t really like with the way it turned out but I struggled with this part and kept going back to change things. Definitely not my favorite part but I hope that you’ll like it though! 

Series masterlist

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Steve woke up with a pounding head the next morning.

Groaning in pain, he keeps his eyes shut as he puts his hand on his forehead. His nose is aching and so is his jaw, his mouth feels dry, like he hasn’t had any water in days.

The noises downstairs startle him and he opens his eyes, groaning again as he accidentally looks directly into the sun that is shining through his open window.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, closing his eyes, he runs his hand over his face as he sits up on the bed, placing his feet on the carpeted floor, he leans his elbows on his knees and buries his face in his hands as the nausea rushes through him.

Continua a leggere

I need him. 🥺

Eddie loves your thighs. He loves how soft they are and adores when they’re wrapped around him. He constantly covers them in hickeys and begs to have you wrap them around his face, “Please baby. If I suffocate down there - I’ll die a happy man.” <3

He's so fucking sweet. 💕

Eddie who’s terrible at flirting with you but you’re still a blushing mess in the end <3

babygirl is STRESSED to his limit

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙'𝙨 𝙎𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙎𝙡𝙪𝙩

Pairing: Modern!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie warms you up for "work."

Warnings: +18, Smut, unprotected sex, insults like 'slut', mention of drugs, slaps, Dom!Eddie, mention of 'Daddy', pornographic video. (I think that's just it haha)

Author's Notes: This is my first work, I couldn't proofread it so don't throw stones at me for mistakes lol. English is not exactly my language, forgive me if something is wrong. 🫶🏼🩷

You and Eddie are best friends with benefits. He calls you when he wants to wet his cock and you call him when your pussy needs attention. But what no one knew was that you two made videos during sex and posted them on a famous porn site, you two were famous on the site and made money. All of this had advantages, after all, who wouldn't want to make money just by having sex? Especially with Eddie Munson.

Having money was good and having sex with Eddie Munson was even better, he was her best friend but God, how could someone like him, who hadn't had that many experiences with girls throughout his life, be so good at fucking? It was a secret, maybe he was so fascinated in pornography since he was young and now he was doing his own with you.

Lying on your best friend's couch, wearing nothing but Eddie's old shirt, white lace panties, white socks on your feet and a herb wrapped in silk between your toes, you watch your best friend sitting on the other side of the couch, his skillful fingers, which They were in your pussy a few minutes ago, typing on the laptop on his lap, probably checking the comments on the video he posted of fucking your breasts earlier.

His curly hair was a little messy, shirtless, the tip of his tongue between his lips and the buttons of his black jeans were open, showing the happy trail of his pubic hair. He was sitting lazily on the couch, his legs parted as if silently inviting you to sit on his lap or kneel between his legs to suck him off. Both options were really good.

You pass the herb wrapped in silk for him to take a drag of which he thanks you with a wink and squeezing your thigh with his hand, leaving the marks of his rings and fingers on your skin.

Eddie laughed at a particularly nasty comment about her tit-sucking skills. "Looks like the Hawkins Freak has a new skill." He says with a smile as he squeezes your thigh, enjoying the sight of your ass peeking out of those white panties. "I bet I could make them cum just by sucking on those tits right now." Eddie blinks and blows a smoke ring, flicking the ash from his cigarette into a nearby ashtray. "Want to make us more money, baby?" Eddie asks as he caresses your bare, reddened thigh with his fingers.

You laugh, slapping his hand playfully and making a fake pout with your lips. "Doesn't the star here deserve a rest?"

Eddie smiles smugly, stretching and flexing his arm to show off. "Nah, we're doing good now, honey. I know you can take more." He suggests, pressing a finger against your cheek to gently turn your face to his, and looking at you lustfully. Eddie hands you the weed as he puts his laptop aside and lays down next to you on the couch, turning you onto your side to fit on his side. You feel his bare chest against your back. "I know you can. You never let me down." Eddie whispers, slowly rubbing his hard cock against your ass. Eddie's breath tickles your ear before kissing it softly. "Are you going to deny me, slut?"

Your breathing becomes shaky when he calls you a slut, kissing your ear and making you shiver. You bite your lip and then take another drag of the joint, playfully blowing the smoke in his face. Eddie laughs at your playful teasing and takes a deep whiff of the smoke, then takes the joint from your fingers. "So fucking sexy, baby." He murmurs, pulling your closer by your hips until they're flush against each other. "We'll give our fans something to jerk off to." He hand slides over your stomach, running his fingers over your sensitive skin, causing a soft moan to escape your lips. "Tell me, slut. How do you want to fuck tonight?" Eddie's fingers curl around your waist, giving your ass a gentle squeeze as he ponders your answer. "On your knees, on your back, bent over... It's your choice." His lips brush against her cheek, making her shudder as his hard cock presses against her ass. "We're going to make our fans cum, baby. Let's have fun."

You smile at him, rubbing your nose against his as you blow smoke into your half-open mouth, in which Eddie swallows the smoke satisfyingly. "Anyway you want."

Eddie laughs, placing a lingering kiss on your lips before pulling away. "Open your legs, baby." His voice is full of desire, the command mixed with a harsh tone. "I'm going to touch your soaking wet pussy." Eddie's hand slides up your thigh, pushing your panties aside to expose your slick folds. "I bet your pussy is already dripping for me, isn't it?" He murmurs against your earlobe, his finger tracing circles around your swollen clit as you gasp, your hips arching. "What a horny slut..."

Eddie's finger slides inside you, making you moan louder. His fingers curl deeper, teasing your sensitive spot as you throw your head back, your body shaking with pleasure. "They want to see us cumming on each other... And that's exactly what we're going to do." Eddie's free hand runs down your chest, pinching your nipple as he pumps his finger inside you, until the rings are inside you too.

Eddie pushes a second finger inside you, stretching your wet pussy as you whimper his name. "So wet, slut." He rubs his fingers against your G-spot, his cock throbbing in your ass as you pant. "I want to see that beautiful pussy when I fuck you, baby." Eddie slowly withdraws his fingers, tracing a wet path towards your clit before rubbing it firmly. "Get ready... I'm going to make you cum and we'll film it for our fans." His warm breath on your ear, sending shivers down your spine as you nod anxiously. "Let's give them what they want, slut." His thumb pressing against your clit as he hooks another finger, rubbing your swollen bud until your hips buck uncontrollably, your wet heat squeezing him. "Come for me, baby..." Eddie's voice is low, a whisper harshly as you choke. Your body shaking as you scream and whimper his name, your juices covering his hand.

You cum in his hand, panting and your chest rising and falling. You take a drag on the joint before passing it to him, placing the joint between your lips for him to take a drag on, since his fingers were busy in your soaked pussy.

Eddie sucks on the joint, shaking it as he strokes her tender, sensitive pussy, admiring your sensitive flesh glistening with her arousal. "Perfect, slut. It's show time..."

He kisses your hip, trailing down your inner thigh as you let out a satisfied sigh. "Get on all fours, baby." Eddie orders softly, pulling his fingers away from your pussy, making you moan softly, eager for his touch. “Now.” Eddie says in a husky voice, pulling your hair playfully, his cock throbbing with excitement as you obey, spreading your legs wide. Eddie smiles satisfied, taking the video camera with his hand wet with his cum, the other hand slaps his ass hard before starting to lower his black jeans to his knees, he wasn't even in his underwear.

You tilt your head to look at him over your shoulder, but Eddie grabs your hair and forces you to face forward. "Not yet, porn star." He plays with you, although his tone is hoarse with desire and commanding. He watches your panties stuck between your soaked folds. Eddie basically preps you before turning on the camera, adjusting your shirt above the waist and taking one last drag on the joint. The joint always made him hornier than normal.

Eddie turns on the camera, pointing at your wet pussy from behind, making you blush slightly. He records his finger playing with your wet lips, teasing you and hearing you whimper softly. “Please…” You whimper, breathing labored. Then suddenly he stops and you know what that means, it means he would continue if you called him..."Daddy. Please, daddy..." You add and that makes him smile, murmuring a "good girl" while pushing your panties to the side, revealing your slippery folds.

"Open your legs wider." He commands in a husky tone, his finger tracing circles around your sensitive flesh, making you moan softly. "What a horny slut..." Eddie teases your clit, making your hips shake as he takes another hit of the joint. "I'm going to fuck you deep, baby. So deep..." Eddie's voice grows husky, his cock poking your pussy from behind, teasing you. "Ready?" Eddie asks, his dick pressing harder against your wet entrance.

"Yes, daddy." You say with a trembling voice, unable to take the delay any longer. But Eddie has some fun, pointing the video camera at the hard cock at the entrance to your wet pussy, the pink head of his cock rubbing teasingly against your wet folds, threatening to penetrate, but only penetrating the head of the penis and pulling away to rub the tip on your sensitive clit.

"Eddieeee..." You whimper, already starting to feel your eyes watering from wanting his hard cock filling you so much. Eddie smiles and gently probes your tight opening with his swollen head cock, enjoying the feeling of being enveloped in your heat. "You're so tight, slut." He murmurs against your ear, pushing deeper, filling you slowly.

“This pussy is going to take all of me…” Eddie moans in the back of his throat, sinking completely inside you, your bodies connected in a way that was intended to be filmed. "They're going to love this, baby..." His fingers curl around your hips, holding you firmly as he begins to pump his cock in and out of you, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing in the room , captured on camera. Eddie leans over you, his bare chest against your back, the camera suddenly thrust in front of your face. He was recording your face as he fucks you hard.

"Tell 'em, tell 'em you're my slut..." Eddie's breath is hot against your ear, his body tense as he fucks you harder, looking down and growling as he enjoys the sight of his disappearing cock inside your tight pussy. "I-I'm your slut, daddy.." You say, voice shaky and drunk with pleasure and his big cock fucking you.

"Cum for me... Cum while they watch us fuck..." His voice is rough, full of desire as you moan, your body shaking beneath him, close to your climax.

Eddie grunts, his cock throbbing as you squirt around his cock until it leaks out of your pussy, a wave of pleasure rushing through him. “Fuck, baby…” He gasps, his release imminent. He pulls you close, burying his cock deep inside you as he unloads inside you, the sight of your cum-filled pussy caught on camera making your climax even more intense.

"Perfect, slut. Just perfect..." Your breath hitches as he slowly pulls out, his cock glistening with your juices. Eddie smirks at you, rubbing his cum covered cock against your sensitive flesh, enjoying the way you shudder beneath him. "For my horny slut, here you go." He grinds his hips against you, recording with the video camera and flooding your pussy with his hot cum, making you whimper even louder as you grip the couch, your body shaking with pleasure. "That's it, slut. Take Daddy's cum..." Eddie's voice is full of satisfaction, his gaze fixed on the sight of your cum-filled pussy before he pulls away gently, collapsing against your back, panting.

His chest rises and falls against you, his arms wrapped around you as you bask in the glow, completely exhausted. Eddie then turns the camera to focus on his sweaty face and his face, sweaty and flushed with pleasure. He gets up and hits your ass hard, making you jump and moan. Then he smiles, giving the video a thumbs up.

"Use a condom, kids." He says, ironically and playfully.

"You are so stupid." You say breathlessly, playfully rolling his eyes.

IM SCREAMING

Hii I have a request for Eddie Munson from stranger things, reader and Eddie are in a relationship but Eddie hang out a loooot with his friends for D&D ( Reader is friends with them too ) and reader feel upset and sad because he doesn’t pay attention to her and maybe some days later she tell him about how she feel

Thanks :)

Of course I can!! i don’t normally write stranger things or Eddie munson in particular but i’ll try and let me know if anything is wrong or if i need to edit!! this is honestly just a dabble nothing too special

As always, english is not my first language!!

Warnings: Nothing honestly just fluff

The basement was dimly lit, filled with the sounds of laughter and the clatter of dice rolling against the table. I sat on the worn couch, surrounded by the chaotic energy of my boyfriend, Eddie Munson, and his friends as they dove into another session of Dungeons & Dragons. Eddie’s animated storytelling was captivating, and I couldn’t help but smile at how his eyes lit up when he described the perilous quests and mythical creatures.

But as I watched him, a familiar heaviness settled in my chest. I loved seeing him passionate about the game, but it often felt like I was watching from the sidelines. His friends—Mike, Dustin, Lucas—were fully engrossed, hanging on his every word, while I felt like an afterthought, the girl who just happened to be there.

“Okay, everyone! As you approach the cave, the air grows thick with tension. You can hear the distant growls of the beast lurking within,” Eddie announced, his voice rising dramatically. The guys leaned in closer, captivated.

I fidgeted with a snack from the table, trying to muster the courage to join in. “Eddie, do you think we could—”

“Shh! This is the best part!” Dustin interrupted, eyes wide with excitement.

I bit my lip, retreating into silence. It was moments like this that made me feel invisible. I watched as Eddie laughed with his friends, their camaraderie a warm blanket around them, while I sat apart, feeling the chill of exclusion.

Later that night, after the game had wound down and the friends began to leave, I stepped outside into the cool night air. The stars twinkled above, but all I could think about was the emptiness I felt. I knew it was silly to feel this way; D&D was a huge part of Eddie’s life. But why did it have to take up all of his attention?

A few days later, I found myself in the garage with Eddie, who was strumming his guitar. The familiar sound brought me comfort, but I still felt a knot in my stomach. Taking a deep breath, I knew it was time to voice my feelings.

“Hey, Eddie?” I said, leaning against the workbench. He looked up, a smile breaking across his face.

“Hey! Just working on a new riff. You wanna hear it?”

“Maybe later,” I replied, trying to sound casual. “Can we talk for a minute?”

His smile faltered slightly. “Sure, what’s on your mind?”

I took a seat on an old crate, fiddling with the edges of my shirt. “It’s about… us.”

Eddie’s expression shifted to one of concern. “What about us?”

I hesitated, searching for the right words. “I’ve been feeling a bit left out lately. You spend so much time with the guys and D&D, and I get that it’s important to you, but sometimes it feels like I’m not really part of your life.”

His brow furrowed as he processed what I was saying. “I didn’t know you felt that way. I’m really sorry. I never meant to make you feel excluded.

I took a deep breath. “I love seeing you happy, but I miss having more time with you. Just us. It feels like we don’t get enough of that anymore.”

Eddie leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I get it. I’ve been so caught up in being a Dungeon Master and making sure everyone is having fun that I haven’t been paying attention to what you need. I’m really sorry.”

My heart softened at his sincerity, but I still felt vulnerable. “It’s just that sometimes, I feel like I’m just here, you know? Like I’m cheering from the sidelines but not actually part of the game.”

He nodded slowly, his gaze intense. “That’s totally fair. I’ve been focusing so much on the campaigns that I didn’t realize how it was affecting you. I want you to be a part of it. You should come play with us.”

I looked at him, surprised. “Really? You think I could keep up with your wild adventures?”

“Absolutely! You’d be a fantastic player,” he said, his enthusiasm contagious. “We could create a character together. It’ll be fun! I promise I’ll make time for us to hang out, just the two of us, too.”

I felt a rush of relief wash over me, and I couldn’t help but smile. “You mean it?”

“Definitely. I want to make this work. You’re not just my girlfriend; you’re my partner. I need you in my corner, both in and out of the game.” He reached for my hands, intertwining our fingers.

“Thank you, Eddie,” I said, squeezing his hands. “I just want to feel like I matter to you, like I’m more than just a spectator in your life.”

“You matter so much to me,” he replied, his voice earnest. “You always have. I’ll make sure you never feel left out again. How about we plan a night where it’s just us? We can grab some pizza, and then I can show you the campaign I’ve been working on.”

I laughed, feeling lighter. “Pizza and D&D? what a date.”

“Exactly! And I promise to give you the best adventure ever.” He grinned, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Just wait until you meet my dragon! She’s fierce.”

“Okay, but if she tries to eat me, I’m out, would much rather you eat me out,” I teased.

“oh yeah? i’d like that princess,” he said, his tone playful. “And who knows? Maybe your sexy badass character will end up saving the day.”

As we sat there in the garage, the sunlight streaming through the open door, I felt a warmth blossom in my chest. I knew it wouldn’t always be perfect, but we would navigate this together, one day at a time

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I don’t know how accurate this was… i haven’t watched ST in a while… i hope you enjoyed though i felt the need to add a few explicit references it’s just who i am 🤗

Pretty Eyes

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Request: hii!! ok so you know that scene when Eddie is first introduced in Season 4 episode 1 where he’s exclaiming out things about conforming to society, and he’s jumping off the table and whatnot?? i was wondering if you could do something where Eddie ends up bumping into a girl while he’s moving around so dramatically, and instead of calling him a freak like he expects, she shyly apologizes for running into him when it was clearly his fault. He’d be the type to be so confused and yet go “Guys I’m in love-”😂

Word Count: 0.3k

Warnings: really short, fluff, eddie instantly falling in love, shy!reader

AN: this was an anonymous request! I’m sorry this short, but I hope you enjoy it! 

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