#eddie munson lovingly fucks you
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eddie taking you nice and slow in the back of his trailer. soft, gentle, thrusts, love poured into each one. he makes you feel so special. like you’re the only girl in the world.
you don’t think you deserve the way he treats you like a princess, but eddie’s so determined to make you understand how precious you are.
he holds your hand while he fucks you, ring clad fingers cool against your sweaty palms. he kisses your temple, rolls his hips into your aching cunt. you feel encompassed by his whole being, love and tenderness lit like an aura around you.
“my beautiful girl,” he’d whisper, smiling into your mouth. he kisses you with everything he has, love and adoration, slowly and gently because he belongs to you and only you.
you’re stomach churns, heavy and warm and pooling with desire for him. he reaches between your bodies to rub at your clit and you keen. you can’t help but repeat his name, begging, pleading, thanking.
his cock fills you so good, each thrust calculated to intensify your pleasure. your hands are in his hair and on his back, and gripping at his shoulders. arching your back, purring for him, dizzy with need.
“i love you- love you so much.” he drawls, kissing your neck. his fingers still toy with your clit and you know it won’t be long before you’re pushed over the edge.
his words turn you red, make your heart beat faster, fill your stomach with butterflies that you just can’t contain. you’re mumbling about how much you love him and how amazing he makes you feel. how you’re his forever and always.
he groans when you clench around him, telltale sign that you’re close.
“you’re close?” he purrs.
you nod frantically, whimpers rising from your throat.
“please, please, please.” you whisper, and he could never deny you of anything.
“want you to come for me, angel.” he says sweetly, hips ramming into your g-spot.
your vision whites out, and you cry, nails digging into his shoulders.
“that’s it, pretty girl,” he mumbles. “so good for me.”
he never stops talking you through it, telling you how good you feel around him, how beautiful you look coming on his cock.
you breathe harshly, holding him tightly against you as he works himself to his orgasm.
“eddie,” you whimper, and its devastating, what just the sound of your fucked out voice can do to him. his stomach coils and his hips stutter, balls pulled tight and about to spill his load.
“inside,” you whisper, needing it, needing him to fill you up.
“fuck,” he groans, spilling hotly into your cunt. it’s wet and warm, and you feel it spilling down your thighs as he fucks his come into you. but it’s somehow comforting, the two of you entangled together, mixing with each other.
he’s breathing into your neck, laying gentle kisses along your skin. he’s still fully seated inside you and you never want him to move. he pumps into you a few more times, and while overstimulating, it feels so right. you hold his hips against you, making him stay for just a bit longer.
“i love you eds,” you say to him.
he kisses you for real this time, sweaty curls falling into your face.
“i love you, always.” he responds.
#ugh i need him#loving eddie munson#eddie munson lovingly fucks you#eddie munson#eddie munson smut#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson boyfriend#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson x you#eddie my beloved#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x y/n
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you've posted (or maybe it wash just in tags) about the knight eddie story youve worked on before and i have not been able to get the idea out of my head
oh, nonnie. oh. (i definitely have. in tags and posts for a few months now haha)
but you know when fics get so big behind the scenes and suddenly you're scared to post it? like, you've got several full chapters written, an entire world and magic system built, and an entirely fleshed out OC, but like... the thought of sharing it with the world is just? scary? yeah. that's where i am.
knight!eddie also doesn't leave my head. i just don't want to post this monster of a fic that honestly reads more like a fantasy novel because i don't know if y'all would like it haha. it's very intense and genuinely doesn't read like just a fic. it reads like a book. it is a book at this point. if y'all really are interested, i could always post snippets and such. it's not a matter of characterization and stuff, but... i just put a lot of work into it and it's my baby lol
#it's a monster#i had to make it an oc for the sake of the fact that some of the magic system i created refers to hair and eye color#also the name i chose is really fun#i think about it every day#and write it a lot on the side just for fun when i hit blocks on my wips i do intend to publish!#i've even had ideas for making it as a fucking TRILOGY#YOU DON'T PLAN TRILOGIES FOR FICS#YOU DON'T CREATE WHOLE NEW WORLDS THAT ONLY NOD LOVINGLY BACK AT THE ORIGINAL CONTENT FOR FICS#i really fucking snatched eddie munson and steve harrington out of the duffers' hands and said “these are mine now”#knight!eddie prince!steve and witch!oc my beloveds#anyways#thank u ily#there's also another knight!eddie fic out there that has a similar theme included in this and i don't want to step on toes#even when i know my story is VERY different#i won't even read it in fear of it influencing this fic waahhh#which makes me sad because... knight!eddie#if you read these tags i love you extra
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Eddie gained two cute bodyguards to protect him on his drug deals after Vecna. Chrissy goes a little overboard, especially when someone makes a comment towards Eddie and she had to say something. She got really mad when they called her cute. Sweet little Chrissy would then whip out her pocket knife.
Chrissy: Call me cute again, motherfucker.
Eddie and Steve: 😍
#stranger things#eddie munson#joseph quinn#stranger things s4#eddie stranger things#eddie munson lives#steve harrington#steddie#steve x eddie#steve harrington x eddie munson#chrissy cunningham#chrissy cunningham x eddie munson x steve harrington#hellcheer#hellbatcheer#badass chrissy cunningham#she'll fuck you up#while her boyfriends watches lovingly from the sidelines cheering her on#stranger things fanart#rueleigh's art#bisexual eddie munson#bisexual steve harrington#poly!chrissy cunningham#poly!steddie
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eddie ‘minuteman’ munson who is so helplessly into you that he can’t help it, shoots his load almost instantly the moment he fucks into you.
it’s almost mind melting watching the way his eyes flutter shut, his mouth dropping open in a pathetic whimper as he ruts into you once, twice before he’s pushing in deep and coming with a cry.
you can’t even find it in you to be annoyed, so turned on by the way his body reacts to yours that it’s making your brain fuzzy. the way he grips your hips tight and pulls you down onto him until you’re feeling him so deep it aches.
“sorry, y’r just so warm and— and tight,” he whines, leans his head on your shoulder as he shakes through it and you scratch his scalp lovingly, “lemme make it up to you please, please, please.”
he eats you out like a man starved until your thighs are squeezing his ears and you’re shaking like a leaf from overstimulation — he watches you with dark eyes and his nose perched prettily, his hands laced with yours as he drinks down your mixed body fluids like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson drabble#sorry i once again was Thinking Thoughts™️#my fanfic#mine#drabble#x reader
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Can you do a story about Eddie having sex with the reader on her period then taking care of her!!!!
❥ a/n: Yes I can and sorry for answering this like a hundred years later—
❥ TW: 18+ smut!!! Period sex! Soft dom!Eddie, aftercare. Please give me some comfort I need it. Also, I get incredibly horny before I get my period so this is a bit self indulgent. Cozy ending because I'm a bit tipsy and so love starved 😁.
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Eddie's calloused hands are practically bruising your waist with his tight grip, his heavy breathings from behind you and the rather animalistic growls he exhales every now and then only make the coil in your belly (and pussy) even tighter and bigger and— oh fuck when he yanks your hair…
But he stops. Suddenly.
Abruptly.
Violently.
Making you whine in discomfort and annoyance.
"What the hell, Eddie?" You manage to ask, looking over your shoulder to look at your boyfriend whose eyes are big as plates— his brown eyes are fixated on your pussy, and all you can read in them is panic and nervousness. "Eddie?"
"Babe" He gulps but his gaze remains glued to his dick and your cunt. "Baby" Eddie exhales, visibly shaking.
"Eddie what's wrong?" You ask, resting your weight in your forearms. "You are scaring me"
"Y—You…" His eyes drift from your pussy to your face, and you witness firsthand how the color is drained from his face. "You are b—bleeding"
"I'm what?" You ask frowning, confused.
Then it hits.
The snarky replies at school, the uncomfortable feeling all day, the nausea, the stomach pain, the moody comments, and the unforgiving urge to fuck Eddie until his cock breaks in half—
"Shit, shit— shit" You curse and ran towards the trailer's bathroom, thanking God in his heaven that Uncle Wayne's at work.
You stumble around the trailer with uncoordinated steps as your wobbly legs make you look like a newborn deer. Locking the door behind you, you grab the box that you keep inside the mirror's cabinet, where your feminine products (as Eddie likes to call them) are kept.
Eddie follows you, naked as well. He knocks on the door holding back a laugh after he hears you fumbling with the pad's wrap.
He opens the door inviting himself in after the third knock. "Baby." He calls you, almost amused. "Did you just had your period while fucking?"
"Ugh, shut up" You throw him a death glare and he holds his hands up in defeat.
"I don't mind, sweetheart. It's— you know, your natural body uh, things. Yeah" He means good, but poor baby isn't good with words. "Although, now I can say I literally murder that pussy—"
"Edward, seriously. Shut up."
"Uh-Oh, first name calling. Yes ma'am" He nods and and knocks the teasing off.
"I'm sorry" You sigh, resting your hands on the sink.
"Why are you apologizing for?" Eddie frowns and tilts his head, a few curls falling over his face. "I literally don't care, princess. It's something completely natural"
"You don't think it's gross?" You ask with a pout.
"Sweetheart, nothing about you is gross" He chuckles and kisses your head, lovingly. "Well except when you eat with your mouth open, that is fucking disgusting"
"Thanks for ruining the moment, Munson" You roll your eyes. His hands caress your sides, stopping at your hips as he silently placed himself behind you in the bathroom mirror, towering behind your still naked form. "Eddie? What are you doing?"
"Nothing…" He says looking away, pretending to not be responsible or conscious of his hand sliding in between your legs, quickly finding your clit and circling it. "You know… I've heard that period sex helps with cramps and mood swings"
"Oh yeah, where?" You try to remain calm, but then he slides a finger between your folds, slick with a mixture of your wetness and blood. "Fuck— Eddie"
"Doesn't matter" He kisses your shoulder, locking eyes with yours through the mirror. "What matter is that, now that I know you are fine… we can continue…"
"Eddie, it's gonna be messy—" You try to protest, but when he sinks two fingers so easily...
"I like it messy"
He curls his long fingers making your wet pussy clench around them, you moan his name in a needy manner, making his cock twitch.
"Now, let's return this fat cock exactly where it belongs… fuck— that's it" He thrusts without warning, his dick slides even easier than before. Eddie moans at this new sensation, it's so warm, so wet, so good. "Good girl, always so sweet and precious, you really know how to please me"
Eddie wastes no time, resuming his unforgiving pace. His balls slap against your clit in the most delicious way, making you whine and moan and cry and fucking gush around him. He looks down again, this time completely and utterly hard as a damn rock at the sight of your sweet pussy clenching around him. He doesn't care at all about the blood, he feels so fucking amazing that you trust him enough to do this.
His right hand releases your waist and yanks your hair again, forcing you to look in the mirror.
"Look, princess. Look at yourself, being fucked like a naughty girl. Spread your legs a bit more yeah— oh that's it, good girl." He gives your ass a few playful spanks, enough to send sparks to your pussy. "Shit— can feel that little messy cunt clenching around me, you gonna cum, bunny?"
You nod desperately, mumbling. "Yes, yes, please. Let me cum Eddie" Not only begging with your words, you beg with your eyes, half lidded, glossy and breathtaking. "Please baby, lemme cum, need it so bad"
"Cum, cum for me sweetheart" He slaps your ass harder this time, the pain sending you over the edge. "Fuck yeah. What. A. Good. Little. Whore." Every word is punctuated with a snap of his hips, prolonging your orgasm.
The wetness in between your legs mixed with the blood runs down your thighs, but the sight of it makes him swallow so hard and cum so hard inside you. Eddie groans and slams his cock all the way in, painting your walls with his sticky load.
Between pants and giggles, Eddie kisses your shoulders, grinning like an idiot.
"I love you so much, sweetheart" He murmurs with pure adoration, helping you take a seat at the edge of the plastic tub of the trailer. "Lemme take care of you okay? I can wash your hair and all"
"Eddie, you don't have to" You say, blinking slowly as the sleep starts to possess your body. "And I love you too, darling, I really do"
He is a man of word, after all. Eddie scrubs your hair, massaging your scalp, kissing your neck, your shoulders. Rubbing your bodywash all over your soft body, caressing every inch of your skin, worshipping it and not only bathing you with your favorite products but with adoration.
"Night, princess" He kisses your nose, now safely wrapped in two blankets.
"Night, my love" You whisper kissing his lips and resting your face on his chest, listening to his heartbeat rocking you to sleep.
God, this is true love ♡.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x reader smut#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x reader blurb#eddie munson stranger things#eddie munson fan fiction#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson being the sweetest boyfriend#tw: period sex#eddie bittie babie#omel answers!#omel is writing!
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Heyhey! Can I ask you about headcanons (or whatever you feel like writing, the format isn't really a problem) of Eddie with a girlfriend who shares the same interests as him, like she loves metal music and knows well how to play D&D and she's also strong and often snap at Jason and people who talk shit about him?
I need some comfort :')
his other half - e. munson
:pairing: eddie munson x popular!fem! reader
:warnings: minors dni, eddie being a menace to society and we love him for it , mentions of bullying (typical s4 faire for our beloved freak), semi-popular reader not fitting into cliche’s, you are responsible for your own media consumption!
:a/n: i have limited d&d knowledge so please be kind if i got something wrong! i made a whole ass character sheet trying to help :’( also i made a heather’s reference bc i can’t be helped
it was hard to believe that the resident freak bagged one of hawkins golden children, and yet here you were; thursday nights spent in an old drama class room helping eddie run his sadistic campaigns over his party.
they couldn’t tell who had a worse mean streak, sure eddie was brutal, but you? when you helped him dm, it was a match made in hell for the party.
“holy shit dude. we haven’t been slaughtered like that since the first week of vecna’s campaign.” dustin said, looking down at the miniatures laying on their sides
you really did try and be nice and save them. with a deep sigh you changed your tone from your dm voice to the mom friend they’ve grown to love. “um, everyone, make a death saving throw.”
all the d20s on the table added up to a whopping fifteen. eddie smirked at you and sat back down on his throne. “and that, my dear gentlemen, is why you shouldn’t complain about my campaigns. my queen wrote this one all herself.” he kissed you quickly as he pulled you into his lap and then dismissed the club.
the next day at lunch they were all still talking about how brutal you were. “can’t believe little miss sunshine has a mean streak like that.” “what did you expect? she’s eddie’s girl. they’re practically the same person.”
smiling as you made your way to your favorite freaks, you feel someone tap your shoulder to see jason staring down at you. “can i help you?”
“y/n, why do you hang around those freaks so much? you’re too pretty and popular for them. come sit with who you belong with. got a spot on my lap with your name on it.” he winked and you audibly gagged.
“news flash jason, i enjoy my freaks, and i’m proud to be one. i love d&d, i love metallica and crue, and frankly, i love not being harassed by the men i surround myself with. so run along and go back to the future gas station attendants of america club, and i’ll be happy over here with my nerds.”
eddie walked up behind you, only heating half the conversation. when you felt his arms wrap around you, you eased into his touch and jason scoffed and walked away. “bitch.”
you rolled your eyes and laughed as you and eddie walked back to the hellfire table. “princess, that was hot as fuck.” your boyfriend smiled at you in awe of how you stood up to his tormentor.
you were truly the momma bear of the outcasts, not afraid to defend them with your life if you had too. eddie and his “sheep” as he lovingly called them were the most targeted and it struck a nerve with you every time.
“just wait until he says something about you or the kids again. you’ll see how hot i can get.”
#eddie munson#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson headcanons#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x reader#joseph quinn#eddie munson x female reader
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55 w/ steve
86 w/ eddie
98 w/ billy
im hopefully gonna do all 3 of these, but for now im just gonna do the eddie one becauseeeee i love it and i can practically hear his voice saying it teehee :3 this is gonna be one for my plus size ladies though obviously anyone can read it !!!
86. “don’t be shy now, sit on my face.”
contains: eddie munson x plus size reader, dirty talk, dom!eddie, insecure reader, negative self talk, foreplay
“You are so fuckin’ hot.”
Eddie breathes his admiration against your lips, panting hungrily as you twist your tongue with his. You’re straddling him in his bed, which makes it that much easier to feel the massive protrusion growing in the front of his dark jeans; biting his lower hip teasingly, you grind your hips down against him, chuckling when he lets out a low groan.
“Lemme see you. C’mon, get up,” he urges, doe eyes practically pleading you for a show. He punctuates his request with a firm slap to your ass, causing you to jump in surprise.
It’s the third time you’re fooling around with Eddie Munson, and you can hardly believe it’s actually real, even as you go through the motions of feeling his warm skin against yours. You’d known of him vaguely throughout your time at Hawkins, and had heard (and seen) plenty of questionable things in regards to the metalhead outcast, but you likely wouldn’t have ever spoken to him under most circumstances.
He had always struck you as the type of guy who would hurl insults at girls for laughs, but he wasn’t; he was a little unhinged, sure, but after running into him at the record store one afternoon, you were startled to learn that Eddie “the freak” Munson was a genuinely nice person.
After that chance encounter, it didn’t take much at all for you to become hooked; you wound up in his bed later that evening, receiving some of the most intense orgasms of your life.
Eddie traces his fingers up your waist as you straighten out your spine, tossing your hair behind your shoulders so you can put your body on display for him. It’s almost objectifying, the way he obsesses over your soft figure, but you can’t deny that it turns you on beyond belief.
“Mhm. Yeah, take your top off for me,” Eddie murmurs, licking his lips as his eyes drink in your voluptuous frame, trailing leisurely from your stretch-marked thighs, to your curved tummy, and finally your tits, maybe his favorite part of all. They’re veiled only by your favorite band t-shirt, which you cropped yourself; the top falls to just below your chest, though when you arch your back, Eddie can see the underside of your cleavage.
You do what he says, your tits heaving with each ragged breath you take into your lungs. Eddie grins mischievously, reaching his palms to feel you up, the tips of his fingers tweaking at your hardened nipples.
“Eddie…” you sigh, and he moves to strike your ass again, squeezing firmly as he pulls you further up his body so that you’re straddling his ribcage.
You don’t put your full weight on him, fearing that you might block his airflow if you do. You usually prefer to be on the bottom, seeing that you probably aren’t as thin as the other girls he’s slept with, but Eddie is apparently unfazed by this. The first time you undressed in front of him, he’d been practically salivating at the view of your chunky legs clad in thigh-high fishnets, hips hugged lovingly in your favorite black miniskirt; even when you peeled off your top to reveal your stomach (your biggest insecurity), his interest in you only intensified.
“I wanna take pictures of you,” he says, bouncing your tits obscenely in his palms with a perverted grin. “How do you feel about being my album whore?”
“I’m sure the Corroded Coffin crowd would love to look at my fat ass every time they whip out your record to listen to,” you say sardonically, which visibly pisses Eddie off.
“The fuck did I tell you about talking like that, huh?” he snaps, gripping your hips on either side and jerking you up to his chest. “If I tell you you’re sexy, you’re sexy. Get it?”
You bite your lip at his authoritative tone, cheeks prickling. You never met a guy like Eddie before, someone so enthusiastic abut your unconventional features; all the boys you talked to in the past had seemed to treat you like a last resort, but not Eddie. Eddie makes you feel special, like you’re one of those perky cheerleaders that meander down the halls in their revealing uniforms every day, to the delight of each hormonal teen boy that they pass.
With the pressure of his eyes being fixed sternly upon you, you give in. “Fine.”
“Thaaat’s my girl.” He strokes your back affectionately, sliding down beneath you so he’s lying flatter, no longer propped up on his pillows. You shift your balance to your knees so as not to crush him as he sinks under, but he huffs, forcing you back down into a sitting position. “Where’dya think you’re going, huh? I haven’t even gotten to taste that sweet little pussy yet.”
You nearly gasp out at the crudeness of his statement, your pussy aching with need as the words leave his perfect mouth; looking down at him inquisitively, you chew at your bottom lip in thought. “You mean you want me to…“
He nods encouragingly, a wicked grin situating itself across his lips when he senses the apprehension in your demeanor. “Don’t be shy now, sit on my face.”
“Eddie, you won’t be able to breathe,” you protest, but he works at the waistband of your leopard-print panties anyways, rolling them down until most of your pelvis is exposed.
“Who needs oxygen when you can have pussy?” he smiles, his eyes half-lidded and clouded over with an urgent lust. The look on his face tells you all you need to know; he doesn’t just want you, he needs you. “C’mon, baby. You know I can handle it.”
“‘Kay, but if you suffocate to death, it’s your fault,” you warn, half-joking; he scolds you for the comment, wordlessly and with the back of his ring-adorned hand, by landing a sharp smack to your jaw. It’s not enough to hurt, really, just sting, but the sensation travels straight down to your cunt all the same.
“Get your ass up here,” he orders, and you do as you’re told, bracing yourself above his head after stripping off your underwear. He gazes at you triumphantly from where he’s situated, craning his neck to shoot you a self-satisfied smirk.
“I’m going to make you cum on my tongue now, okay? And I don’t wanna hear anything else out of that mouth unless it’s to fucking beg me for it.”
With that, he yanks you down onto his waiting tongue, just as you choke out a breathless “yes, Eddie.”
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson smut#joseph quinn#stranger things#stranger things smut#stranger things x reader#stranger things imagine#mine#eddie munson x plus size reader
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listen. i know everyone thinks eddie gets bitches left and right (and maybe he does) but i still love the idea of him being kind of easily skiddish/flustered when someone he really really likes starts coming onto him, dont even get me started on if theyre actually gonna get it on
STOP BC I LOVE THIS!! sin saturday <3
warnings || smut!!, shy!eddie, virgin!eddie, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, 18+ only
“C-Can I?”
It seems such an innocent question, but everything about the situation was far from it. Eddie had you propped up on a coffee stained pillow and dirty band practice blanket on the floor of his van.
The air smelled of cigarettes and weed—the pungent smell flowing through and sticking to your clothes that were long gone on the floor.
His brown eyes looked at you so lovingly—so passionately as if the burning question that left off of his lips was making him go stir crazy.
And he was, because of you. You were on the floor of his van—body glistening beneath the rays of the moon. You looked so ethereal as his hands dug onto the surface of your hips.
“Yeah, Eds, please.” It was the begging that made him twitch. The begging—the please—that made him devour each and every sense of you.
He couldn’t help but kiss you so soft and feverishly as his teeth and tongue clashed against you. He whimpered against your lips at your sly hands unbuckling his jeans. “Shit—you’re so beautiful.”
And oh, you were. You were so beautiful that he’s sure he wanted this moment tattooed under his eyelids. He moaned when your hands gently caress his member—the thick veins and public hair rubbing against your wrist.
“W-wait—stop, I—I wanna be inside you, baby—please—” He chokes on nothing as your thumb swiped the tip of his cock. You smile, though, watching his shy movements and skittish smile.
You let him line himself up to you, his own eyes watching his cock split you open so slowly. You’re gripping his forearms right—nails digging into the surface of his skin. “Eddie, baby—shit—”
He was big. Really big. And yet, he didn’t even know. Nothing and no one to ever compare or share things to. He didn’t know that you weren’t sure he could even fit, definitely not until your moans continue to fill the van walls.
“Eddie, f-fuck, your cock, it’s so big, oh, eddie—” you’re cut off short by the thrust he gives. It was slow and easy, yet astonishing he hasn’t cum yet. Your wet, sticky walls are painted into his memory. Your slick that runs down to his balls will be cherished to no end.
“F-fuck, you’re grippin’ me, sweetheart. I-I-look at you. Fuckin’ beautiful with my cock inside you, yeah?”
He starts to understand a rhythm, his hips grinding straight into your pussy. His head never could choose where to look—your blissed face or your fucked out hole.
“Sweetheart, you feel so fuckin’ good, so good. You-you—”
You gasp as you feel the thick ropes of his salty cum fill you up to the brim. He came fast and hard—moaning your name as if it was the only thing he could ever think about.
Shit, he didn’t mean to cum so early. He didn’t mean to cum until you’ve at least cum once. But, he couldn’t help himself. All he wanted was to feel you over and over and over again.
His cum still seemed endless though—your gummy walls puncturing everything inside of him. “Yeah, Eds, baby, cum in me. Yeah, that’s it, baby. S-shit you feel so good—”
He looks at you with a frown, though, still breathless from his ecstasy. “You didn’t cum.”
He wanted you to cum, to let yourself seek pleasure. He wanted his cock to rut into you until you’re both fucked out. He wanted you to cum on his cock so many times, he’s lost count.
Eddie Munson, the freak and the virgin that didn’t get any action, wanted to practically live in your pussy.
He lets the statement sit in the air, and you were truly not bothered by it much. Most guys didn’t let you cum, anyway. And for Eddie? For Eddie, you’d do anything in the world to make sure he’s happy.
“No, but that’s okay. I can—” Your mouth clamps shut at Eddie spreading your legs apart—rings cold against your skin.
“Is it okay? Can I eat you out? F-fuck, I can see my cum dripping—please—I need to lick it, please, baby—please—”
“Yes, Eds, baby, please, wanna see you eat my pussy.”
Eddie may have been spent for about an hour, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to devour you for the rest of the night.
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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ!ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀʀɪᴊᴜᴀɴᴀ ᴜsᴇ, ғɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ, ᴄᴜɴɴɪʟɪɴɢᴜs, sǫᴜɪʀᴛɪɴɢ, ᴘ ɪɴ ᴠ(ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ), ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍᴘɪᴇ, ʙʟᴏᴡᴊᴏʙ, ғᴀᴄᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ, ᴅᴏᴍ!ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ, sᴜʙ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, (ɴᴏᴛ ᴠᴇʀʏ)ᴍᴇᴀɴ!ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ, ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴘɪɴɪɴɢ, ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs, ʟᴏᴛs ᴏғ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 4.1ᴋ
ᴄʀᴏss ᴘᴏsᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ : ᴄᴏᴢᴍɪᴄᴄᴀss
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YOU WERE HOME ALONE when the guy you've grown to love showed up at your door reeking of booze and pot. leave it to eddie munson to still look hot as fuck when he's drunk off his ass. his curly hair was sticking to his forehead, no doubt from the performance he just put on at the hideout.
"hey, babyyyy," he exclaimed as you opened your front door, he was leaned against the doorway with a wide smile on his rosey face. his sweet button nose the reddest of all and you just wanted to kiss it(even if you were slightly annoyed).
"hi, eddie," a less than amused tone came from your pouty pink lips as you crossed your arms. you knew he was a grown man, but you worried about him all the same.
"awe, sweetheart, please don't be mad at me..." his bottom lip stuck out with intent. eddie kicked his shoes off like he did every other time he came and sauntered towards you and you couldn't help but feel a little timid, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.
you began to walk backwards, careful not to topple over any furniture. "i'm not mad, i just worry about you, dickhead."
eddie looked at you sadly but also with a slight glint of mischief in his eyes and let his fingers graze your jaw momentarily, "you wound me, princess" then, his right hand went to his chest while the other found his forehead dramatically. the silly boy stumbled onto your couch with a solid FLOP! nearly hitting his head on your side table.
"i wound you, huh? i'm the one that has to take care of your dumb ass when you get like this. nearly every weekend, i might add," your eyes rolled at him as you sat between his legs, one up on the couch and the other lazily draped off the cushion. you couldn't believe him, you loved him; you would never do anything to hurt him. truthfully, you'd do just about anything for him.
"i wouldn't want anyone else to, ya' know," suddenly serious chocolate eyes bored into yours before a wide grin appeared across his pretty features. "i may be drunk, but i'm not stupid, well, i am, but you get it!"
"you're not stupid, eddie." one of your hands found his thigh and you squeezed lovingly, earning a little jump from the metal head. "let me get you some water, okay?"
you walked the short distance to the kitchen, noticing that eddie was staring ass. a smirk played upon your lips, "what was that?" eddie wasn't the only ornery one around here and flirting with him was one of your specialties. it always surprised him when you made the first move.
"hmm?" he quickly decided to play dumb, rubbing his eyes and trying to pull off a horridly fake yawn that ended up turning into a real one.
"you got caught, eddie, no need to lie to me." you laughed lightly, "i know my ass looks great in these shorts."
"yeah, no kidding, 'ts like you knew i was coming over here or something." it was hardly loud enough for you to hear, but boy did you hear it.
and you definitely did wear them for him. every saturday night he would play at the hideout, he would come to you, drunk as a skunk, and you would make sure he didn't have a hangover the next morning, or at least baby the hangover that was to come. so yes, you wore the smallest shorts and the most see-through top you owned.
all for eddie.
"and if i did?" you found your way back to the sofa and kneeled next to him on the floor. you looked up at him through heavy lashes. your mind was screaming, retreat, retreat! but you stayed. you didn't know where the sudden courage had come from, but there you were, so close...
"well then that would be fuckin' awesome, sweetheart," a goofy grin appeared once again; he was still decently drunk. his ring-clad hand covered his blushing face, "but you're wayyyy too pretty to do that for lil' ole' me!"
"that's not true, now drink your water," eddie sat up on his elbows before you handed him the cup. you watched him take gulp after satisfying gulp, adam's apple bobbing, and some droplets coming from the side of his mouth. you wanted to lick them up desperately.
he let out a refreshed "ahh" before handing the cup back to you with another cheesy smile. you accepted it back and got some more for him, but only this time came back with some tylenol and crackers. this was practically a ritual by now.
you enjoyed that eddie came to you every weekend. it gave you a certain satisfaction knowing he wasn't going home with anyone else.
"you're too good to me, sweetheart. what did i do to deserve you?" he sat up fully before taking the items out of your hand graciously and downing the medicine before looking at you with soft eyes. an emotion you couldn't read was displayed within those chocolate irises. "seriously. no one has a better best friend than me."
the words stung, but eddie was a free soul. you didn't ever want to stop him from being who he was, so you never told him how you felt. little did you know, he felt the same way about you.
"best friends forever, right?" a bruised tone left your lips and eddie picked up on it instantly. you could hide nothing from that boy nor did you necessarily try to in that moment.
"hey, what's that for?" he strummed your bottom lip sweetly as he frowned.
you brushed him off with a half laugh that wasn't nearly believable enough and he was forced to pry it out of you. "if you don't tell me, i'll have to make you tell me," he playfully threatened, but it only added to your ever growing frustration. a heat rising in your belly and headed straight to your warm gushy canter.
the way he spoke, how his hair fell somehow perfectly and so messily at the same time, the light freckles that sprinkled his pink cheeks and nose; it was all too much for you to handle. too much for you to pretend to not be obsessed over.
"if i tell you something you don't know about me, you have to tell me what's going on in that pretty, brooding brain of yours, mmkay?" he tapped your forehead and then your nose, finally making you crack a real smile. "or i can just tickle it out of you and we all know you just love that."
the way eddie could make light of any situation would always be something you loved so dearly about him.
"i'm so not brooding, but fine," you huffed like the complete brat you are. "it better be a good secret then."
"oh, it is, but you have to swear you won't be weird after." the flirty smile he gave you made your heart do a thousand flips. he'd probably just tell you he jacks off to farrah fawcett or something.
eddie, already feeling a little more sober, readjusted himself on the couch, " okay, so," he clapped his hands together dramatically, "when we were both seniors... i had, like, a massivecrushonyou. okay! now you!" the words came out as one, hoping you would just not understand him somehow. it failed royally.
but it was true, he'd had a crush on you since your senior year/his second senior year. you had always been so kind to him and never made him feel less than you in any way. it was refreshing and he only wished he had gotten to know you sooner.
it wasn't until you turned twenty-one and him twenty-two that you became more closely acquainted. you and your other friends would go to the hideout on the weekends just to watch eddie play in his band. you thought they were the coolest and you were peer pressured into talking to him by robin buckley. she would always claim that you were "oogling him." you definitely were, but you'd deny it til you were blue in the face.
you got a little bit older and decided you would much rather stay home than party, but eddie had a reputation to uphold and a stage to rock. of course, that didn't stop him from visiting when he could, ie., that night and every other saturday. it was like a bootycall, but less sex. much less sex.
you were happy to take whatever he gave you though.
stolen not-so-secret glances, light touches that felt like flames dancing on your skin, harmless kisses on the cheek when you said your goodbyes and hellos. you could've been happy with the little things forever...
until that fateful night, that is. the way he was sat there, sappy eyes practically begging you to make the first move.
but still, your running mind hadn't entirely processed what he just said, so you were a little dumbfounded. "you what?!"
"yeah, yeah, you were pretty and nice to me and i thought you were cool as hell, so whatever. it's cool. your turn." he tried brushing it off so quickly that it made you wonder if he maybe still had that crush... but no way.
"you liked me?" the blush formed quicker and much hotter than you anticipated and eddie saw. not to mention the wetness that was forming between your thighs as you tried not to be too obvious about rubbing them together.
"well, how could i not?" his thumb softly stroked your chin and your heart was beating out of your chest. "you're a catch, princess."
the sly smirk eddie gave you made you certain he knew the effect he had on you. eddie got shamelessly flirty with you when he drank which was a very big reason you kept allowing him to come over like this. that night felt so different though.
he leaned forward so his lips came dangerously close to you, "now, it's your turn, tell me what's got you so grumpy, baby."
eddie started to pull away, but the eye contact had engulfed you so intensely that you didn't even realize that you had reached for his face.
there was no going back now.
with a sudden surge of confidence, you caressed his cheek, "i don't just want to be your best friend, eddie." just as quickly, your lip quivered in anticipation of the rejection you felt you were going to receive.
eddie's eyes flicked to your mouth as he gently grabbed your hand and brought it to his mouth before he kissed it, "then what do you want to be?"
"i want to be everything," your breath staggered and your faces were so close.
"do you know how fucking long i've waited for you to say that?" his eyes screamed of hunger and lust.
"so do something about it,"
it was almost embarrassing how quickly you were ripped into the metal head's lap, but at that point you couldn't give a fuck less.
your legs were on either side of him while his hands gripped onto your love-handles. your cunt throbbed at the way his dick was pressing against you, only a few layers between you. the need to kiss him was almost unbearable, but passing that threshold meant changing everything forever. but who were you kidding? everything was already changed forever.
luckily, eddie didn't seem to mind as much as you did as he crashed his lips into yours; the movement was that of an ocean, not rough, but also not quite calm either. the taste of tobacco and beer, but so much more delicious and just as addictive. you felt as though your purpose in life was to kiss this man, to feel his tongue dance with yours, to mold your lips to his plump ones.
eddie's grasp on your hips went from secure to deadly as he made your clothed clit drag along his very prominent hard-on. the back and forth was delectable, but you could see him growing more and more impatient.
being on top didn't last long for you when he swiped you at the back of your knees and landing rather roughly onto your back. one of his silver-clad hands traveled heavily down your body and back up to your lips. he put his thumb at the edge of your mouth, "you're so fucking pretty, you know that? i don't know what you're doing with me."
instead of trying to reassure him with words, you took his thick thumb in your mouth and sucked, flicking your tongue around and around. neither of you dropped eye contact and you don't think you'd ever been so turned on in your life.
eddie let out a shaky breath, "fuck..."
he slowly dragged his thumb to strum your bottom lip and moved his hand to your throat and you basked in it. "you really want this, baby?"
all it took from you was a nod and eddie was ready to go. a split second and he was practically mauling your neck, but it wasn't sloppy. the kisses were deliberate and placed with the utmost care, hot and wet. his breath made you shiver as you brought your hands to his back making scratches through his hellfire shirt. you were practically begging for him to take it off, but it wasn't good enough. he needed words.
"what do you need, sweetheart. tell me and i'll give it to you," the devil was in his eyes at this point, they went from that beautiful dark brown that reminded you of hershey syrup to obsidian.
"i need this off," you huffed. "now, please!"
eddie laughed, throwing his head back, his brunette curls bouncing with him. he obliged, though, with no objections whatsoever. in one swift movement you could see his perfectly pale skin, scattered freckles and beauty marks, his do it yourself tattoos that you loved so much, and even a few scars that you weren't sure how they got there. you made a mental note to find out later.
"take a picture, sweetheart. it'll last longer." eddie smirked and you bit your lip. your nails scraped down his now bare chest and he hissed.
you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him close and whispered, "i want you to touch me, eddie, please."
"how can i say no when you asked so nicely?"
eddie slid down your body painfully slow, stopping at the hem of your tiny shirt. he pulled up, giving you time to protest, but you wouldn't dream of telling him no.
why would you? you felt like you've been waiting your whole life for this moment. this had been a fantasy that you never thought would be made a reality. eddie was the forbidden fruit and you were eve.
he slid your shirt carefully off of you and stared in awe.
"take a picture, sweetheart. it'll last longer," you mocked.
"i'd like to see you mock me after this,"
eddie started at your neck again, leaving bruises with his mouth, trailing to your breasts. he sucked your left nipple in his mouth, teasing you with that talented tongue of his, all while palming your other tit. he made sure to give the same attention to the right.
he made sure to make you squirm as he licked all the way down past your navel. his teeth scraped against your hip bone causing you to squeal.
eddie's head rested between your thighs, so very eager to please. the view from above was heavenly; big glossy button eyes staring up at you like you were the most beautiful, longed for being on earth, an angel sent down just for him to devour.
and devour he did.
he placed hot kisses to both thighs, getting closer and closer to your core with each one.
he wasted no time in stripping you of your underwear before taking that long tongue down the middle of your sopping cunt. the sensation was surreal. you knew you'd been deprived, but one touch had you uncoiling so quickly that it was embarrassing. eddie took it as a win.
your clit was first on his hit list, making sure to learn your body as quickly as he could. he saw which angles contoured your face in pleasure, perfect o's forming on that pretty mouth of yours.
with your fingers tangled in his hair, the tingling feeling built up until you felt that dam in you about to break, "fuck, eddie, i'm-i'm coming."
and just like that, he stopped.
"what the fuck?" you whined.
"do you trust me?" eddie smirked.
"hardly,"
"this is going to feel so good, i promise." and for some reason, you believed him.
he took his two most middle fingers through the slick of your pussy and put them in his mouth, moaning at the taste of you. "how did i know you were going to taste like fucking peaches? such a perfect girl."
his same fingers then plunged into your core, moving at an unforgiving pace. they were curling in the most perfect way, hitting your g-spot every. single. time. the moans you were letting out were near pornographic. mewling, squeaking, sighing. and you felt like you were going to piss yourself.
"you feel that, sweetheart? that's it, keep chasing that." he encouraged you until you finally felt that white hot release. liquids gushed from between your thighs, covering eddie in you. you felt like you could pass out from the intensity as you shook. your brain was empty, no words could be formed.
"awe, poor thing, never squirted, have you?" you stared up at the ceiling, completely dumbfounded. when he got no response he chuckled. "i'll take that as a no."
you smiled weakly and covered your face. you'd never came so hard in your life and odds were that more was yet to come(cum).
"well, baby, i'm just getting started, c'mere." he grabbed your waist harshly, pulling you into his face and dug right in again, thus came your second orgasm of the night.
"wanna take care of you too, eddie..." your bottom lip stuck out, exhausted from overstimulation but so ready and willing to please eddie.
"it would be rude of me to decline such a pretty girl, wouldn't it? show me what that mouth does besides talk shit." eddie pulls you up by the nape of your hair and onto your knees on the couch as he stands in front of you. he unbuckles his belt effortlessly and drops his pants and boxers revealing a very pretty cock coming up to slap his stomach.
you couldn't help but gawk. it was nine inches, easy, just the right girth, veiny and such a pretty pink. good enough to fucking eat.
through heavy eyelashes, you look up at him and lick a stripe up the underside of his dick. you give the slit on his swollen head a kitten lick causing him to jolt and moan so quietly, but it still made your thighs clench together.
before you even think about giving anymore attention to his dick, you take his balls in your mouth and suck. eddie takes in a sharp breath, "are you even fucking real, holy fuck."
he groans as your swirl your tongue around being sure to make him feel just as good as he made you.
you replace your mouth with your hand, spitting on it before palming his balls and taking the head of his weeping cock in your willing mouth again. only this time you don't stop there. spits spills off your tongue, making sure to be sloppy. your eyes met eddie's that were already boring into you before you take most of his length into your mouth, almost choking on it.
"fuck, you're so good at that." his ring clad hand finds its way to your hair again and pulls. hard. eddie shoves you back down, his head hitting the back of your throat making you gag. you press your thumbnail into your palm as he face fucks you. tears were streaming down your face.
when he finally pulls you off of him, you're a slobbering mess. your mascara that you had put on just before eddie got there was rubbed into your skin and made you look like a raccoon, but he thought you'd never looked so beautiful. to have you under him with his dick in your mouth, spit running down your chin, shining in the dim light of your living room. he could get used to having you like that.
"my turn." he said and scooped you up to take you to your bedroom. this made your heart fucking pound out of your naked chest. oral was one thing, but actual sex was another; a line that would change everything for the rest of time. you were fooling yourself though. things were already never going to be the same. you both knew that and eddie couldn't have been happier about it.
it felt so right for both of you, like you were finally letting go of all of the worries and doubts you ever had and just leaned into one another.
your metal head kicked the already slightly cracked door open all the way in a truly eddie fashion that made you giggle. he tossed you lightly on the bed and kissed up your thighs, yanking you to the edge of the bed. your legs were hiked up on his chest, spread wide open for him as he spit onto your clit and rubbed it with his thumb. you jerked from the contact on your already sensitive bud.
"you ready, pretty girl?" he smirked and you nodded sheepishly.
eddie lined the head of his dick to your hot center, but not before giving it a gentle slap, and slid in gently. you both moaned as he slid back out and plunged back in harsher. your tits bounced with each thrust he made, his balls slapping against your ass. you were addicted, that much was for sure. you needed eddie's dick every day for the rest of your life.
the sloshing noise your cunt made with each impetus made eddie groan, "so tight, baby. fuck, i can't hold out much longer. you feel too fucking good."
eddie suddenly takes his cock out and flips you over the edge of your bed, ass perfectly aligned to his waist. he grabbed a fistful of your hair with one hand and pushed himself back into you.
the thrusts started out slow, but he knew it was for naught. it wasn't long before his hips were stuttering, "where do y—"
"inside me, eddie. please. been wanting you so bad for so long," you whined, pressing yourself into him. you needed to feel him fill you up to the brim.
"oh, shit!" one final, exasperated pump and he was spilling his warm cum into you and you came with him: a truly ethereal experience. eddie let go of your hair and leaned over you, beaming from ear to ear; post-nut euphoria.
his hands rubbed along your sides sweetly, a contrast to how he was handling you seconds ago. humming in your ear. kissing your shoulder. you definitely felt like you were dreaming.
"you're just so fucking pretty," eddie cooed. you looked over at him shyly about to cover your face with your shaking hands. "don't hide from me, sweetheart."
"i just never thought you felt the same way." you pouted.
"and how do you feel, doll?" long fingers reached to move your hair from your face.
you thought carefully before you said your next words, face completely red with vulnerability, "i feel like i don't wanna do anything like that with anyone else ever again." your eyes shifted from his intense eyes to his chest.
eddie grabbed your chin and forced you to look him in those big, beautiful, now full of passion and love, eyes. his hand cradled your face and lips met yours once more, only much softer.
"and you'll never have to if i have anything to do with it."
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obsessed with the idea of driving lessons with Steve or Eddie<3 in Stevie’s car orrr in Eddie’s van! reader being a terrible driver and steve or eddie being to nice to call it out :’)
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Eddie Munson x fem!reader ♡ 1k words
You think you’d feel a bit better if Eddie didn’t keep squeezing his eyes shut. He’d been the one to make the call that you were ready for the highway, promising you a million times that it’d be fine despite your apprehension, but as soon as you’d gotten on the entrance ramp his confidence had seemed to flee him—which isn’t ideal, because he was the only one of you that had any to begin with.
“Eddie.” Your voice pitches, knuckles white on the steering wheel. “The car behind me is getting really close.”
“He’ll go around us,” your boyfriend says without opening his eyes. He takes a breath, cracks an eyelid. “You’ve got it, you’re good. We’re all good. Everything is fine and dandy.”
You wonder how much of this is for you.
You stay there for a while, eyes volleying between your mirrors and the speedometer, until you come upon a car in front of you that can’t be going more than forty. You take your foot off the gas, coasting down to its speed.
“Go around him,” Eddie instructs.
You glance into the next lane, just as a car whooshes past your window. “I can’t,” you say, voice going high.
“You can do it,” he says, though his hand curls around the handlebar above his window. “Just look for an opening, speed up, and change lanes.”
You take a few quick breaths before pushing down on the gas, head whipping around to check your blind spot before you signal and move over. Another car tries to switch lanes at the same time, blaring their horn at you, and you shriek and swerve back into your lane, slamming on the brakes to avoid rear-ending the slow car in front of you.
“Jesus Hendrix Christ,” Eddie hisses. Then, with more pep, “Doing great, baby!”
“I can’t do this!”
“You don’t really have a choice at this point!”
“What?”
“I mean, yeah you can!” Your boyfriend’s nearly wheezing, head on a swivel as he keeps track of the cars around you. “You’re doing awesome.”
“I almost hit someone!” you remind him, voice starting to waver as panicked tears clog your throat.
“Not your fault.” His hand wraps around your thigh, squeezing so the cool metal of his rings bites into your skin. “He didn’t see you either, he was just being a dick about it. You acted fast, which—which is the best thing you could’ve done.”
Your lip wobbles. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure as shit, baby. Take a breath, okay? Panicking makes you a bad driver.”
“Pretty sure I already am a bad driver,” you say, but do your best to fill your lungs anyway.
“Nah, you’re the best I know.” Eddie’s hand rubs your thigh soothingly, at odds with the tension in his voice. “Not including myself, obviously. But it’s fine, you’re learning.”
You want desperately to take his hand but can’t risk taking one off the wheel. You glance in your rear view mirror, watching cars go around you and the clunker barely trudging along in front of you.
You chew your lip. “Can we be done? I want to get off.”
You think you hear a relieved sigh. “Sure, if that’s what you want,” he says. “Take this next exit.”
Eddie talks you through decelerating back onto the frontage road, helping you change lanes until you start to slow down in the shoulder.
“Don’t pull over here,” he tells you. “There’s a parking lot just after this light.”
You shake your head. “Nope, I’m done. I’m pulling over.”
“But you can’t just—wait, you’ve gotta—” Eddie grimaces as the car tilts, one wheel going up onto the curb. “Okay. Okay, good job.”
“Fuck.” You heave a sigh and move the gearshift while your boyfriend bends to kiss the dashboard, murmuring apologies to his van. “I think I need to start driving in something else, Eds. This van is too hard to learn in.”
“Hey, don’t talk about her like that.” He caresses the dashboard lovingly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, you were…you had a learning experience. Plus, once you can drive her, you can drive anything.”
“I don’t know.” You lift your foot from the brake, moving to hug your knee to your chest. “I think maybe—”
“Shit,” Eddie says as the van starts to roll backward. “Shit, shit, baby, the gearshift!”
You gasp, setting your foot back on the brake so Eddie can shift the van into park.
“Oh my god.” You drop your head into your hands, breathing heavily. “I can’t even park!”
“It’s—” Eddie’s voice is high, but he clears his throat. “It’s okay, that could happen to anyone. Reverse is, like, right next to park, so…it’s an easy mistake, I guess.”
“I don’t want to drive anymore,” you groan.
“Hey,” he says. “Hey, come here.”
He reaches over and starts to grab for you, but you stop him, lifting your foot from the brake hesitantly. Eddie does you the courtesy of not making fun of you, and when the van doesn’t move you clamber into his lap, setting your chin on his shoulder while his big palms rove your back.
“You’re not so bad,” he says, hair tickling your face as he tilts his head to accommodate you. “It just takes practice. Same for everybody. You want to be able to drive yourself around someday, right?”
You make a noncommittal sound. “Maybe you can just take me wherever I need to go.”
Eddie laughs, hand sliding down your back to pinch your waist. “I’m not available for a cab service at the moment, sweet thing.”
“Mean.”
“You like it when I’m mean to you,” he reminds you.
You wonder if he can feel your cheek heating against his neck. “Only sometimes.”
He huffs amusedly. Wraps a hand around either side of your rib cage, easing you back until he can see you. “You’ll get there,” he says. “We’ve just gotta keep practicing.”
You gnaw on your lip, exhaling through your nose. “Yeah, okay. But can we stay on the ground for now? I don’t think I’m ready for the highway.”
The humor saps from Eddie’s expression. “Yeah,” he agrees, “no more highways for a while.”
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dream a little dream of me | e.m
summary: Robin and Nancy realise that you are suddenly avoiding sitting at the D&D table where you usually sat, and someone else gets to hear about your very steamy reason behind it.
pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader
genre: suggestive goofy fluff
involves: reader being a pining MESS, a wet dream and some descriptions of it, suggestive ending, some teasing coming from Eddie.
word count: 2k
note: my first Eddie Munson fic is finally out! I wrote this between yesterday morning and today, and, I clearly did get carried away, as I said before I didn't intend for this to be longer than 800 words. I tried to finish and post this as fast as I could because your excitement got me excited! And I got honestly pretty proud of it, so please do tell me what you think. Mwah! 🫶🏼
You inhaled sharply, holding your breath a little as you entered the cafeteria. Scanning the place with your eyes, you found the usual, daily 40-minute chaos every student was allowed to – each social group was at their usual sits, some also divided from freshmen to seniors. And while you let a long huff of air out through your mouth, your eyes met with his figure, putting his tray dramatically on the Hellfire table – your usual table –. You felt like holding air onto your lungs all over again, or at least running to the closest bathroom, if not away from school itself. You desperately wanted to call in sick and run away from Eddie Munson, that was your provisional solution.
It felt all so real, the way you felt under him as he slowly and lovingly ran his hands through your soft, warm skin. The tips of his fingers were slightly calloused from all the guitar playing and they provoked goosebumps as he layed his beautiful hands on your belly. His perfectly plump lips added soft little moist spots in between your breasts as he layered kisses in there. His hair was tickling your neck and your legs were starting to tangle in each other.
Your eyes were tightly closed, and as you forced them open in an attempt to come back to your reality while starting to walk back around the tables with your own tray in your hands, you caught a glimpse of Robin and Nancy talking at a separate, small table. You were quite literally just about to walk past them in the direction of Hellfire, but in an outburst and with your heart racing, you walked a few steps back and threw yourself on a bench, sitting beside Robin. "Hi! hey, you guys I haven't seen you here! how's everything going?” Your voice sounded higher than normal, squeaky even, and you didn’t give your girlfriends any time to answer. “Nancy, you got your cover published, right? I’m so, so happy for you! How are you feeling?" though trying to feign any normality, you babbled all too quickly, both girls looking stunned at your sudden entrance, Robin frowned her eyebrows and glanced at Nancy, who was already looking at her with her own eyebrows arched and wide eyes. You noticed while your friends were having a tiny little debate through stares, and Nancy turned back at you. "y/n, why..." she pressed her lips together in a friendly smile "why are you sitting here? as in why aren't you at the hellfire table? I really don’t mean to be rude but… We don’t normally talk at lunch."
You almost winced. Fuck! You just can't be near those boys right now, you couldn't look at Eddie while he acted discourses, entertaining and basically ruling everyone at that table, not after last night. See, you screwed yourself when, in those typical situations, you dreamt about your friend who was starting to look a tiny bit cuter in your eyes. Except it wasn't simply any dream. You had a wet dream with your best friend who was starting to look cute in your eyes.
Damn it. His breath felt hot in your collarbones while your own was starting to sound gasped, both getting heavier by the second, the air getting thicker as you crossed that fine line between friendship and something else, as Eddie kissed that fine line away and you held back moans to hide how good it felt to finally do it.
Robin noticed a pang of guilt in your eyes as you turned back from a quick – but not so discreet – stare at your geeky friend group. "listen, I just- today. I just can't! I just can't look at Eddie!" you whispered the last part, still emphasizing it. Nancy turned her head slightly to the side as Robin couldn’t help her brain to process things way too quickly for her own good, she snapped “did you guys have a fight?!”
“No!” You nearly screamed right back at her, starting to feel overwhelmed. It’s not that you didn’t trust your friends enough to tell them about this, though since she got with Jonathan Nancy tuned down on the boy-talk significantly, and Robin was more used to just pining, claiming it was simply safer for her that way. Y/n, though, was really just feeling so guilty and at the same time so scared she was suddenly starting to see her friend that way.
Seeing him. The sight of him hovering on top of her, all of his tattoos on display just for her to see and touch. His back muscles flexing as he lowered for each kiss or each thrust. The view of his arms and broad shoulders as he ducked down, engulfed in you and the passionate moment. The little times you would allow yourself to open your eyes just a bit and you were met with his. The way he smiled at you in the middle of the sheets. It was all so real you could spend hours redrawing the beautiful sight of Eddie Munson, your best friend, and dungeon master, on the bed with you, in your dream.
You let out a sigh, losing count of how many times you have done it since you woke up that morning. “Look, girls, I…,” you were met with the curious and supportive gaze of Nancy and Robin, who were silently ushering you to say whatever was bothering you about Eddie. “I had a dream last night and it just crosses a lot of boundaries and I just can’t face him right now, really”
As you explained yourself, trying your absolute best to make your friends understand what you were talking about without explicitly saying it, Eddie was not so subtly staring at your current table for a while now. He had noticed a few minutes prior when Robin spoke a little too loud that you were talking — probably gossiping — about him, the boy was notably worried because for starters you hadn’t sat amongst them that day, which already wasn’t usual at all, plus he was really excited about how he had unraveled the next events from his campaign, and he wanted to talk about it. Jeff noticed the frustrated frown on Eddie’s face and followed his gaze until his eyes reached your back as well. He nudged Dustin, both starting to convince Eddie to just go ahead and ask you if anything was wrong, not before smirking to themselves.
Eddie indeed had walked away from his table and was getting near you, Robin and Nancy’s faces were melting from interest to a slight panic, eyes widening again. But, too invested in venting about the problem at hand, you hadn’t noticed that, nor the reason behind it, not before it was too late. “Who can’t you face right now?” You heard his voice coming from behind you, widening your own eyes this time around.
Gosh, his voice. Hearing his voice for the first time after dreaming about it being so raspy and loud while muttering sweet nothings in her ear was hard. Your mind had no trouble taking you back to the vivid moans you heard in your dream – you were the cause of said moans –, while hearing him singing sometimes with Corroded Coffin, or even quietly in his room, his voice would already provoke palpitations in your heart nonetheless, but never in such scenarios, never so intimate, never so dirty.
You jumped from your sit, looking startled in the direction of the object of your probation for the day. Damn it, he was glowing, You were at a loss of words, gulping as an answer to his question, you knew damn well that you would only stutter if you so much as tried to come up with anything slightly convincing. “As a matter of fact, she was talking about you!” - Nancy stated calmly as if she knew just what she was doing Robin’s eyes went wide but soon she smirked in understanding. You were, apparently, betrayed by your own friends, gawking at them for a few seconds before turning back at Eddie.
“Yeah she dreamt of you, actually,” it was Robin’s time to speak, making you run both hands through your face as Eddie wondered, “A dream?”. You pieced two and two together thankfully fast, but although you understood where the girls were coming from, this was not the right time or situation to indulge in confessing any bubbling feelings, so you went with the option Robin gave you earlier.
“Yeah, I dreamt that we fought! And you were a real di- a real prick to me about it! Okay?” You arched both eyebrows and tilted your head to the side, trying your best to muster any confrontation. You were terrible at it, and the only thing on your mind right now was how the first word that came to your mind to describe Eddie’s “bad” attitude in your dream was “dick”. What the fuck. Shit. You couldn’t be serious. You were starting to sweat.
“...Wait but are you mad because of a fight with dream me?” Eddie nearly sounded concerned this time around, talking about his dream self as if he was referring to a whole other persona, maybe an evil twin or something like it.
Dream him. His touch, his breath, the sight of him, how he sounded. This was killing you.
You felt a pang of guilt at the way he sounded though, frowning slightly before looking back at Nancy. She wore a friendly scolding expression, lips pressed together. It was unfair to him that since you couldn’t control your silly little brain and its damned dirty thoughts, you’d simply ignore Eddie as a solution.
As you fell silent for a little long, Eddie touched your arm softly. “can we…?” He nearly whispered softly motioning somewhere else with his head, indicating he wanted to talk to you with a little more privacy. Your friends giggled, you’d remember to — playfully — confront them about this later. Later, because right now Eddie was being all worried and soft, and this was killing you.
You left the cafeteria, and Eddie was still with his hand in your arms as he stopped in front of you, his hands made their way down to yours as you rested your back on a wall, gulping again. The hall was really quiet, Eddie started speaking again, looking at you with those soft, big brown eyes. “Are you actually mad at me? Come on, what can I do about it? How can real me compensate you for the way dream me acted, hm? What did I do?” It was funny, though, the way he wasn’t even being ironic about the whole fight dream and how he was willing to make things right. If you weren’t so worried and build up about the whole real situation, you would’ve laughed.
"No, Eddie, you didn’t do anything wrong, I… We didn't fight, we…" Every little stop was a nervous, deep breath. Eddie seemed to be really focused on what you were trying to say and as you fell into silence again, he noticed you trying to wet your dry mouth with your tongue, your gulp, the way you were gripping both his arms, your closed eyes, and eyebrows pressed together. Your generally flustered complexion. Eddie Munson was repeating for the third time, but he could put two and two together, especially when he himself has acted that way about you before, he was just better at hiding it.
“What did we do then, y/n?” His voice was more stern this time, and you looked at him quickly, opening your eyes that started to wide almost involuntarily this time, he was smirking. your mouth fell into a small “o”, and his smile only widened at that. He caught onto you. Shit.
Eddie didn’t contort his face into one of disgust or run away from you as you has imagined earlier today, though, no. He was still there, both of your hands were still with a tight grip on his arms, nearly hiding his bat tattoos, his right hand was still on yours as the left one flew to cup your cheek. The damned bell rang. It felt like you were dreaming and then woke up all over again. Eddie kissed your forehead, “You know… you could stay a little later after we’re finished with Hellfire today, tell me a little about the dream. I can still compensate for dream me, I hope.” And with a wink, he just mixed into the chaotic crowd of students going back into class.
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Class Ring: Part Two (Eddie Munson x Reader)
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PART ONE PART THREE
Summary: Eddie and the Reader are Married and none of the Hellfire boys realized it. Originally based on this concept from @gayheadphones. Requested by @simpingoverfictionalppl and @eddiemunsonbabe
Warnings: Cursing, Fluff, Mentions of Fear of Infertility, Mike Makes a Joke Implying Eddie has a Mommy Kink, Reader Feels Sick at One Point, Reader has a Hickey at One Point, Mentions of Pregnancy/Trying,
(I will get a "Read More" cut on this ASAP. Requests are OPEN! Thank you for all of the love on pt one!)
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Maybe you would've kept your marriage to Eddie a secret if you'd known it would have led to such incessant teasing. Then again, you were married to Eddie, so incessant teasing had never really bothered you.
It had taken the boys approximately five seconds to start referring to you as "Mrs. Munson", jokingly. You frowned each time, wrinkling your nose a little, which made Eddie giggle.
"What!?" Mike shrugged, as if his intentions had been purely innocent. "You married him! You are Mrs. Munson! I don't get why you don't like it!"
You put your hands on your hips, "Because he's still 'Eddie'. When you call him 'Eddie' and me 'Mrs. Munson', then it sounds like I'm his fucking mom."
"Oh come on, Y/N. We all knows he calls you Mommy." Mike shot back, resulting in a chorus of laughter from Hellfire.
"Damn right I do, Wheeler!"
You rolled your eyes, fighting a smile as they continued with the campaign.
Later on that night, Eddie had you with your head in his lap while you read, stroking through your locks as he lazily held a joint to his lips. He blew the smoke away from you over his shoulder.
"Can I tell you a secret?" He hummed softly. You laid your book on your chest to see him fighting a smile.
"What?"
His eyes were red-rimmed, but you could hardly see it in the edges of his big brown eyes. They traced your features sleepily, his thumb grazing your lower lip. You smiled at the warmth of his touch against your pretty mouth, and you couldn't help put press a little kiss against it.
The smile finally won out, splitting his face. "I kinda like it when they call you Mrs. Munson."
You laughed softly, "I know you do."
He snorted, "What do you mean you know I do?"
You grinned, "Because you smile like an idiot anytime one of the little assholes says it!"
Eddie laughed brightly at the jab, grinning as if he's proud of it, and leaned his head back against the headboard. "Alright, you caught me."
"Mm-hm." You smiled knowingly, coaxing him down into a soft, slow kiss.
"What was that for?" He whispered, though he didn't bother to stop kissing you to say it. His hot breath fanned over your lips.
"Mhm..." You hummed, combing your fingers through his curls. "You've been staring at my lips for fifteen minutes, lover boy."
He blushed and exhaled a little laugh, pecking from your lips down to your jaw as he searched out a certain sensitive spot on your neck that he'd grown well acquainted with. You opened your mouth to say something, but your words were cut off with a sharp exhale as he found it below your ear, and he gave a proud, evil little laugh that made you grin.
He sucked and licked and kissed you there for a good while before ultimately getting too sleepy to continue his assault, opting instead to nuzzle his nose into the crook of your neck. His wild curls tickled your cheek and nose as you kissed the top of his head.
"I do like it. Makes me daydream about all kinds of shit." He hummed after a bit, his words warming the delicate skin of your throat. He pressed one last kiss there before sitting up on one elbow so he could look at you. "We could get a house. Something with a yard and a fence. Maybe we could have a cat. I would find a better job so you could stay home with the baby if you wanted."
"The baby, huh?" You grinned, heart thudding, and let your hand drift up to brush your thumb over his dimples, lovingly.
"Or babies. Plural."
You laughed sweetly, a Disney princess kind of laugh that made Eddie's chest go melty, and he couldn't help but pull you into another kiss, rolling onto his back to let you straddle his hips. His hands drifted to your thighs as he smiled up at you. You loved him so much like that, goofy and pretty and happy with his faint freckles on display.
"You better get to work then, Mr. Munson."
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"What the hell is that!?" Dustin yelled, pointing at you accusatorily.
"It's my wife, dude. We've been over this."
"No, on her neck!"
You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest non-chalantly, though both Steve and Eddie noticed you going pink around your ears.
"I'll give you three guesses, Henderson." You sighed, rubbing your neck nervously. Eddie felt a twinge of guilt at your fluster. Sure, he hadn't meant to leave love bites, but they'd never bothered you before. Hell, you usually showed them off.
"Jesus, man. You guys are like rabbits!"
Steve cringed, knowing Dustin was completely oblivious to the fact that you were embarrassed. He piped up, "Well, Dustin. When a man loves a woman very much-"
"Eugh, Stop!"
You smiled a tiny smile.
Eddie grinned, realizing what Steve was up to. "Aw! It's nothing to be ashamed of, buddy! It's completely natural."
The curly haired boy groaned, "God, can we just play!?"
Eddie shot Steve a grateful look. Steve nodded, pleased with himself, and rolled the die.
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"Hey babe?"
"Mhm?" You were already starting to doze off, flat on your back with Eddie on his side, his guitar callused fingertip tracing swirls over your smooth skin. Across your forehead. Under your jaw. Down your neck. Past the small pink mark he'd left.
"You got a little embarrassed today, didn't you? When Dustin asked about your neck."
His voice was steady and calm, and it comforted you even as the question made your tummy flip. "Yeah. I-...I did." You can't quite meet his eyes.
"Ok..." He ran his thumb over your jawline, passively. "Well, I know in the past we said that marks were alright, but is that something we should change? Something you don't want anymore?"
"I don't know."
You'd always been a very PDA heavy couple, proud to show one another off. He scooped you up off of your back and let your arms wrap around his neck, turning over so you could lay on his chest. His hands slid to your back, working your achey muscles.
"You want to tell me what's rattling around in that pretty brain of yours?"
You can't help but smile at him as tears welled in your eyes. Of course he saw right through you. He knew you. He was your best friend.
"I um...well..." You focused on the warm weight of his hands, toying with the collar of the worn Black Sabbath shirt he had on. "I know we haven't been...really trying. Haven't been scheduling shit or anything. But I was just thinking about it the other day and..."
He hummed in acknowledgement, your attention turning to one of his curls now.
"It just feels like it should've happened already." Your eyes smarted with tears.
"Oh, sweetheart..."
"I just...with what Dustin was saying. I mean, he's got a point. Our sex drive isn't exactly...low. And I've been off the pill for months but..." You shook your head, silently. Eddie brushed a tear from your cheek. "I guess I just got embarrassed because people know you love me up so well but I still haven't been able to get..." Your voice breaks and you give a breathy sob.
Eddie's heart broke. He sat up, holding you in his lap and rocking you. "Y/N hey..." You looked up at him with big eyes as he cradled your chin. "It's just not time yet, huh? It'll happen."
You nodded, sniffling.
"Babies take time. It's weird as hell in there." You sniffled, laughing softly as he poked your belly lightly. "Everything has to align just perfectly and sometimes you've gotta have sex in a lot of different weird ways to get there. It's just because all bodies are different. You've gotta go easy on yourself, babe." He brushed your hair out your eyes. "And hey...baby or no baby...I'm always gonna want to show off my girl, hm? Always want to tell everyone she's mine."
You squeeze him tight. "Eds?"
"Mhm?"
You hesitated, "Can we go ahead and get the cat now?"
Eddie laughed heartily, his head falling back against the headboard. "C'mere you."
Dustin came early and apologized to you the next week at Hellfire. That is, after a long, stern talking to from Steve on the way home the week before.
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"I'm telling you right now, Munson. You're going to piss your pants when you see the new game pieces Dustin has. His mom ordered them out of-"
"Wheeler!" Eddie spat through his teeth as he kneeled beside the old couch across from the game table. He pointed at you, fast asleep with your chest rising and falling steadily, and held a finger to his lips.
"What's wrong with her?" Lucas' voice was appropriately hushed as he sat his bag down. Dustin wandered in behind him, trailed by Steve.
"Not feeling well. I tried to get her to stay home and rest...told her I'd cancel if she needed." Eddie frowned, looking concerned as he brushed your baby hairs back off of your forehead.
You squirmed a little, eyes fluttering. You hummed, seeing the boys, and tried to sit up a little.
"Easy tiger." Eddie cooed, gently guiding you to lay back again.
" 's time to play." You rubbed your eyes.
"It's time for you to go to bed, cowgirl." His fingers laced with yours. "What's hurting?"
"Jus' my head...stomach."
You reached up to rub the concerned furrow from his brow, making him give a soft smile. "Are you still nauseous?"
"A little."
He squeezed your hand, nodding. "Go back to sleep, sweetheart."
He turned to look at Hellfire. "Harrington, can you get things started until I get back? I've got to take her home."
"Nah, man." Steve shook his head. "Just go on. I'll take 'em to a movie or some shit."
"Oh shit! Would you really?"
The others piped up encouragingly. Dustin grinned, giving Eddie's shoulder a playful shove. "Hell yeah! We could all go see Short Circuit!"
"Take the van." Eddie offered, tossing Steve the keys. "Just keep them out of the glove compartment."
Steve tossed back his own keys, "Mines in the front lot. Come by later and we'll trade back."
"God, I owe you, dude."
The boys had already started arguing over shotgun by the time Steve was wandering out of the room.
"Hey Munson!" He called. Eddie looked over over his shoulder at him. "Not that it's any of my business, but uh...You might want to stop by drugstore. Have her take a test."
Eddie nodded, giving a grateful smile and a mock salute. Steve returned it.
Eddie could hear him yelling for the boys to "Cut that out" as he made his way out to the van.
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"Holy Shit! Holy Shit!!"
Eddie cradled your face, laughing as you grinned proudly up at him with tear brimmed eyes.
"Oh my god! Are you kidding!?? Holy Shit!!"
Eddie held the tests like they were magic, glancing at them every few seconds as if he'd somehow misread them twelve times.
"Jesus! No wonder you had a stomach ache! You were growing a whole ass kid!!" You squealed as he jumped onto the bed, gathering you up and scrunching his fingertips lightly over your belly to tickle you. You squirmed, laughing as you tried and failed to wiggle out of his reach. "C'mere Mrs. Munson."
He hooked his arms on your thighs, yanking you foward on the bed in a way that made you giggle. Happy tears rolled down your cheeks, and you grinned so big it hurt as he trailed kisses from your waistband, over your tummy and finally up to your lips.
"God, look at you." He moaned softly against you. "You...you....goddess of fertility. I don't know." You laughed as he struggled for words giving you one last chaste kiss before pecking your nose. "Are you feeling better now? No more headache?"
You nodded, preening for more kisses.
"Mhm, good news will do that huh?"
You went silent for a moment, just staring down at him. "Eddie..." you croaked, voice trembly as your eyes welled with tears again.
"What is it, baby?" His dimples were showing, and for a split second you found yourself hoping the little life in your tummy might have dimples someday, too. Your throat went tight.
"I'm so happy." You whimpered, voice breaking. His heart leaped.
"Me too."
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Eddie was practically bouncing off the walls. It took a significant amount of convincing on your part for him to sit and have a bite to eat before the boys came, and even then, his foot tapped manically as he waited.
Finally, they started arriving. All of them could immediately feel in the air that something was up. Perhaps it was the giddy little grin splitting Eddie's face at the sight of them.
"Munsons!" Dustin cheered at the sight of you both, obviously well again. "You have got to go see Short Circut!"
Eddie gave him a playful shove, mussing his mop of curls, "Did you miss us?"
"You wish!" He gave a toothless grin, tossing his backpack to the ground and digging through it for his new game pieces.
Mike and Lucas arrived, all of you overlooking any sort of greeting to watch as Dustin laid a boy on the table, pulling off the lid to unveil 20 silver game characters.
"Shit, man!" Eddie hummed, leaning over the table to admire the figures little details.
"We can assign everyone a piece now!" Lucas held one of the figures, holding it up to the light to look at it.
Steve showed last, throwing Eddie a little wave as he took his seat. Eddie smiled back at him mischievously. "Men...I have news."
The boys groaned, knowing he must have a particularly evil campaign waiting for them.
"By the end of the night...our ranks will be differed...by one."
Their jaws dropped.
"What the hell, man!?"
"You're kicking someone out?
"Oh god, it's me." Mike groaned. "It's definitely me."
You snorted, earning you a little nudge from Eddie's boot.
"We shall begin." He announced, grinning mischievously as he sat at his throne, peering at them from behind "the book".
They played for hours, each one of the boys determined to not be the one that was to be "banished". Finally, Eddie stood, closing the book. Each player had chosen one of Dustin's pieces now, displayed proudly in front of them. Eddie circled the table like a Lion stalking his prey, teasing them.
"Ah...noble Harrington..." Steve chuckled, shaking his head. "Safe."
There was a sigh of relief.
"Daring Wheeler!" He stopped behind Mike, giving him a stern look. "Safe."
His boots echoed in the quiet room as they whispered to one another.
"Wise Sinclair....Safe." He gave Lucas a playful nudge on the shoulder.
He came to you, now, where you sat beside his throne, "Beautiful Lady Munson..."
The boys eyes widened.
He turned to look across the table, "Safe."
One of the boys gasped, whispers dancing from player to player. Eddie shot you a wink.
He continued this, saving each player until he reached the last at the table.
"Loyal, Loyal Henderson..." He shook his head, staring at Dustin, who was reading a mixture of horror and betrayal. "Safe!"
"What the hell man!!" The table erupted in a chorus of angry teenage complaints. Eddie grinned, enjoying the chaos. "Who's banished!?"
"And hence, no one was banished on this night." Eddie finally reassured, standing at the head of the table, his throne behind him.
"You said someone was getting banished!"
"Ah, but that's where you're wrong, boys. What I said, was that this night, our ranks will differ by one. And that they will."
Mike frowned, "Differ...you mean we're adding someone new, then?"
Eddie grinned, "Indeed, Wheeler. Tonight we welcome a new player to trial by Hellfire." He circled the table again, plucking one small silver piece from the collection of unused figures that sat in the center of the table. Again, he stood at his throne.
On the table before him sat the piece the team had chosen to represent the Dungeon Master. Beside it, sat the piece you'd chosen for yourself. "An addition..." Eddie presented the third piece he'd drawn, a small, silver fawn, and placed it between the other two. "To the house of Munson."
There was a silence, the boys staring and glancing at one another, until suddenly, the whole group seemed to work the riddle out at once, and an eruption of yells unleashed.
"No way!"
"Are you kidding!?"
"Holy shit man!"
"Best campaign ever, Munson!"
"Is she really? Are you really?"
"Oh my god!"
The boys swarmed the two of you, each one of them giving Eddie a congratulatory slap on the back or tug of his curls. Dustin pulled you into a big hug.
"I'm really happy for you guys-" He yelled over the others. "But I've got to be honest." He pulled back to look you in the eyes, "I'm more happy that I'm not banished."
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To Build a Home
Summary: You and Eddie fantasize about your future
Pairing: Eddie Munson x gn!Reader
Word Count: 1,214
Warnings: a little bit of angst, and a whole lot of fluff
A/N: y'all vol 2 absolutely broke me so here's a piece i had in mind for a while
not proofread so I apologize for any mistakes!
The door to the trailer opened suddenly when a very upset Eddie entered, slamming it closed behind him with a loud bang before stomping off into his room. You were laying on the couch and watching TV when it happened, confusion written all over your face as you watched him going into the back of the trailer.
This wasn't usual behavior for him, normally being the eccentric and radiant metalhead he is, greeting you with kisses and hugs when you were waiting for him like you did now. Something bad happened and it really got to him.
You stood up from the couch, slowly walking towards his room before peaking your head through the doorway to look at him.
He was sitting on his bed, his leg bouncing up and down while he stared into a corner, arms folded in front if his chest.
"Eddie, what happened?", you asked, sitting down next to him on the mattress and gently touching his shoulder.
He sighed deeply at the contact, gaze shifting to his hands which were now laying in his lap. He didn't answer for a moment, his mind still in turmoil, trying to calm down. You looked at him from the side, his hair was falling in his face, hiding his features from you.
"I- I uhm...," he began, his fingers nervously fumbling with one of his rings, "It's just... I really fucking hate this place."
"You mean Hawkins...?"
He nodded slowly, looking up at you with tears swelling in his glassy eyes, "Yeah... Hawkins, the people, everything about it." His voice became hoarse, nearing its breaking point when he added, "I- I just don't fit in..."
Your heart broke at his sight, the doleful expression, his usually glowing eyes reddened by the burning tears, lips trembling while trying to stifle the urge to cry.
You wordlessly pulled him towards you, holding him tightly in a reassuring hug. You gently stroked his head, smothering down his wild hair when he then began to cry, the tears streaming down his face and onto your shirt.
He held onto you, listening to your heartbeat while he sobbed in your arms, your warmth bringing him a little bit of comfort.
"Shh, it's alright, love," you whispered, rubbing his arm, "Let's lie down, hm?"
You shifted on the bed, moving up towards the headboard and lying down on the pillow, holding the blanket up in an invitation for Eddie to lie down next to you. He did, scooting closer to you beneath the sheets, turning to his side so he could face you, his fingers intertwining with yours.
He took a deep breath, his still puffy eyes glancing at you, examining your face. "Sometimes I feel like I don't deserve you," he quietly admits, his other hand moving up to caress the side of your face, "You are too good for me."
You look at him, smiling lovingly before replying. "And you deserve all the good in the world, Eds."
He chuckled at that, moving his head so that your foreheads touched, closing his eyes, enjoying the moment of intimacy.
He looked so peaceful like this, so carefree. But you knew that whatever happened before he came home was still nagging on him somewhere in his mind. Eddie may seem like he doesn't care about people's opinions, but it still hurts him sometimes to be the outcast of society. However, you haven't seen him like this yet. And it hurt you, too. If only people knew him the way you did, if only they knew who he really was. They'd love him, undoubtedly, just like you do.
"You know what?", you spoke up, making him look at you know, "Screw Hawkins. Screw its people. They don't deserve you."
He looked at you perplexed for a moment, "What do you mean?"
"Let's leave this place. Find another town. Another city. A place where no one judges us," you explained, squeezing his hand in emphasis, "a place where we can be ourselves."
He looked into your eyes, brown irises scanning your face, wondering if you were joking. But you were dead serious.
"You really mean that?"
"I do. We can go wherever you want. Leave this shithole behind and build our own home."
"Hmm, I like the sound of that," he chuckled, his thumb stroking the back of your hand.
"We could go to California, get us a nice place there. Or, like you mentioned the other day, move to New York. Imagine us getting a nice apartment, maybe near the Hudson River if we're lucky. We'd get some furniture, decorate it the way we want to, band posters and all that stuff," you went on.
"Maybe even a corner for my guitar?", Eddie joined in on the fantasy, smiling at the thought of having his own place with you.
"Yes, even a corner for your guitar! You could play as much as you like, even if it'd piss off the neighbors. And we'd go shopping for groceries together, making dinner in our small, crampy kitchen, which is still cute and we'd invite our friends, the Hellfire Club, Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Steve, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, Will and Max and whoever else wants to come and we'd throw parties and play D&D and make music and dance to the songs we like and do whatever we want to and-"
"Woah woah woah, easy now babe," he stopped you, laughing at how cute you are look with that dreamy expression on your face, "as much as I love everything you just said, you forgot one thing. We're still in school, sweetheart. And what about our families?"
"We're both seniors, right? And once we graduate we can apply to colleges there, and move away from here, visit on holidays and-"
"You don't really think that I'll make it into college now, do you?", he grinned, his infectious laughter making you crack up as well. "No, I don't, what else would you expect from a third-time senior, huh?" - "My words, exactly."
"Well, then we'll just find you a nice job. Maybe we'll even stumble across a place where you and your band could play!"
Your laughter ebbed down, the room, growing silent, both of you just laying in bed, smiling at each other. Your cheeks hurted, but you didn't care. This small moment with him is all you'd ever need. As long as he was next to you, happy and healthy.
Eddie watched you with his doe eyes, cupping your face with his hand before looking into your eyes. "I love you, you know that?"
You nodded, putting your hand above his. "I love you, too, Eddie", you said in a whisper, putting a stray piece of hair that fell onto his face behind his ear before leaning in to kiss his lips. He returned it with the same amount of love, his hand moving down to your waist to pull your closer, smiling into the kiss as he shifts to be above you.
"You really wanna do this? Leave Hawkins, move in together?", he asks, looking down at you and caressing your chin with his thumb.
"Yes. You and I. This year, right after we graduate. Let's do it."
"Well, sweetheart, I feel like this is gonna be our year then. '86, baby!"
#eddie munson#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson angst#stranger things#stranger things season 4#stranger things season 4 vol 2#joe quinn#joseph quinn
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Hello! May I request a smutty Drabble for Eddie Munson with grinding and master please??
Eddie Munson x Female!Reader
Prompt: Grinding and 'Master'
Summary: Eddie grinds on you. That's basically it.
Content Warnings: 18+!! Smut!!! Reader is afab and reffered to as 'girl'. Grinding. Use of 'Master'. No penetration. Both Eddie and reader orgasm. Use of petnames 'sweetheart', 'baby'. Praise. Slight dom!Eddie.
This is a short smut drabble for my Smut Signoff: May event! Though, this ended up being a lot longer than a drabble!!!
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“Fuck- Lay back baby.”
A usual Friday night, you’d once again found yourself wrapped around your boyfriend, arms and tongues intertwined as you indulged in foreplay. Both of you overstimulated and sensitive, you’d been tending to each other for the last thirty minutes, taking your sweet time exploring each other’s needy bodies. His thumb on your clit, and your hand wrapped around his aching cock, it was obvious what was coming next.
“Yes Master.” Pliant to his instruction, you lay back on Eddie’s soft sheets as he clambered on top of you, hovering above your form as he leaned down for a wet, sloppy kiss. Moaning into his lips, you felt the tip of his length prod at your entrance, breathing hitched to brace yourself. Though, the push into your walls never came, his cock instead sliding up through your dripping folds, over your swollen clit. A gasp caught in your throat at the feeling, Eddie similarly groaning at this newfound pleasure.
Rolling his hips once more, he again brushed your bundle of nerves with his large length, both of you moaning in unison at the friction, at the relief. Locking his hazel eyes with yours, they were shimmering with need as he continued to grind on you, faster now. It seemed together you had discovered a new delight, the metalhead pent up as his foreskin rolled back with each thrust.
His mouth finding yours again in a wanting kiss, fresh slick coated both you and Eddie as you clenched your core instinctively, chasing your high with each pass over your clit. He sounded a wrecked groan as he slid through your wetness, lubricating his cock through your folds with each roll of his hips, his cock gliding effortlessly. “O-Oh fuck, so wet for me sweetheart.” He praised, his forehead lovingly pressed against yours.
It was clear Eddie was getting close, from his irregular movements and breathing alike. In sync with your boyfriend, a familiar pressure began to build in your abdomen, a sign that your climax was similarly looming as he fucked himself against your clit. “E-Eddie, I-I’m-“ Melting under him, you could only gasp between stutters as you reached your peak.
Though, your words only evoked a low chuckle and a shake of your dominant’s head as he interrupted you. Grasping your chin firmly between his fingers, he forced your eyes on his. “Try again sweetheart.” He tutted, his breath hot against your lips. “What do you call me?”
“Master! Master-" You almost screamed his title, desperate to correct yourself as your growing orgasm continued to creep up on you. “S-So close Master.” You finally spluttered, earning a deep kiss from your boyfriend. “Atta girl…” Smiling fondly as you writhed underneath his cock, he loved seeing you like this, so reactive to every movement, every word.
Squeezing your eyes in anticipation of your release, your moans became more strangled and high pitched as the knot in your abdomen threatened to snap. “I know sweetheart, me t-too.” He rasped, reading you perfectly, eager to cum with you as he wrapped an arm around your thigh, hitching your leg up to gain better access to your clit. Eddie’s moans broken and desire-filled, his desperate hues never wavered from your own. “’M gonna cum, fuck- gonna shoot my load all over this pretty pussy-"
Fingernails digging into his bare back, you reached your high with a loud cry, each rut against your clit sending shockwaves through you. Sounding a drawn-out groan in time with yours, Eddie stilled, warm ropes of cum painting your folds and torso, just as he intended.
Collapsing on the bed beside you, the hoarse rise and fall of Eddie’s chest filled the comfortable silence as you both caught your breath, a combination of both your climax’s tacky over your skin. Cupping your face, he kissed you passionately, knowingly, before you once again found yourself tangled in a heated embrace, eager for another round. Rolling on top of him, you hovered above his erection, fresh arousal already coating your needy clit. You could only smirk as your Master looked up at you with dazed eyes as you began to grind on his length; now it was your turn to be on top.
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Evil Woman's Tit-Warming Service
Pairing: Eddie Munson x You
Summary: Eddie's cold, and there's only one acceptable solution to this very perky problem.
Contains: Teasing, playing, banter, Eddie being Eddie and Evil Woman being like 'ugh, why do I put up with this moron that I love with my whole-ass heart'.
Words: 400ish
"It's fucking COLD!"
"Then zip your jacket, numbnuts."
"My nuts are fine, but thanks for asking."
You smack Eddie lovingly on the shoulder, and he grins wickedly.
This morning, just like every morning, you're killing time in the parking lot instead of going inside with the rest of the mouth-breathers. It's a little cooler than it should be for spring, but it'll be warm by noon. The rest of the boys are playing hackey sack in the empty space next to Eddie's van, but he's decided to hang back with you and complain.
"Look at this," he says, looking down and holding his jacket open to reveal his perky little nips beneath his thin Hellfire shirt. "You could cut glass with my nipples!"
"Would you like to go inside, princess?" you tease.
He shakes his head stubbornly. You've told him how to get warm. You've offered to go inside with him. What does he want from you?
As if he can read your thoughts, he reaches for your hands. Which are in your pockets, because it's fucking cold. Eddie pulls your hands out of your jacket pockets and brings them to rest on his chest. You can feel his icy nipples poking your palms through the fabric of his shirt.
"Ahhh," he sighs happily. "Warmth."
You roll your eyes, but give his chest a vigorous rub for more warmth.
"Ahhhh," he sighs again when you stop. "Morning wood."
You pull back to smack him again, trying not to laugh, but his hands close over yours and bring them back to his chest. He looks at you mischievously.
"You know, if you ever want me to return the favor…" he winks.
You pinch each of his nipples and give them a little twist.
He emits a high-pitched yelp and jumps away from you. He glares, hunched over with his arms crossed protectively over his chest. You laugh, suddenly reminded of Gollum protecting his precious.
"What'd we miss?" Grant asks. The rest of the boys are watching curiously. Eddie straightens.
"Nothing," he grumbles, finally reaching for his jacket's zipper. It snags halfway, and he fights with it for a second before your hands top his. He drops his hands to his sides, and you pull the jacket's zipper down just a little bit, then all the way up to his neck.
"What am I going to do with you?" you smile.
"Love me forever," he says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
Because it is.
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Feel it.
for the march @steddiemicrofic prompt 'pin' !
wc: 388 | rated: E | cw: all pronouns used for steve | tags: established relationship, gender queer Steve Harrington, chubby Steve Harrington, lingerie, ultimate wife guy Eddie Munson
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Eddie clocks it the moment he shuffles into the kitchen, suddenly feeling more awake. Changing his route to coffee and beelining for Steve instead.
Steve who’s already dressed and ready to leave for work, a couple front strands of hair pulled back away from their face.
Steve only wears the bobby pin in his hair when they’re feeling a little more Stevie, a little more femme. Sometimes wearing other things too, if she feels like it.
Very, very interesting things.
Eddie can barely contain his smile. ‘Hey doll.’ He says, stalking closer and nuzzling Stevies cheek, feeling it move as she smiles. His pretty baby.
Steve pulls him away with her big hand cupping his jaw. Kissing him once on the lips and smirking as his cheeks flush - sensitive to her manhandling.
‘I’ll see you tonight?’ Stevie asks, letting their eyelids droop. Tongue painting her lips shiny with spit, already pink with tinted lip balm.
Eddie pulls his eyes away from her mouth. ‘Wouldn’t miss it for the world, sweetheart.’
And he means that. To his core. Always will. Even if he dies right now.
It’s worth it...
And he could die.
‘Can you breathe?’
‘No.’ Eddie says, blissed out smile on his face.
So worth it.
‘Eddie!’ Steve warns, she doesn’t want to hurt him.
Because Eddie insisted on getting a closer look at the satin and lace currently cupping her cock and digging into her softer hips. Laying on their bed with Steve on his chest, thighs bracketing Eddies head.
(And she wants it, wants to look down at him and fuck his smug face. Knowing he likes the view of underbelly and pecs that are rounder and softer. Some days it makes her shiver with delight if Eddie lovingly calls them tits.
He’s thicker now, curvier. Likes it, loves it. But, she knows it must be hard to breathe around all that.)
Eddie focuses on their face. ‘Baby, s’fine, you’re prefect. If you move now I think I’ll honestly cry.’ And he grabs her by the hips, sinking his fingers into the squish, pulling her closer. ‘Pretend my head's a watermelon or something. C’mon, make me feel it baby girl.’ Eddie goads, sticking his tongue out to lave over Stevies satin clad balls.
She groans, grinding down onto his face. Making him feel it.
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partially inspired by one of my old posts :)
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