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divineecelestial · 10 months
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Pretty Girl — Eddie Munson x fem!Reader
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Summary — Eddie liked you. Really liked you. You hated him. Really hated him. He was a bully and mean, and you were too damn pretty for your own good. You're partnered together for a project and things are changing between you both.
Word Count — 1.4k
Warnings — somewhat bully!eddie (not really, but it's sort of there) perv!eddie, enemies to lovers (eventually) sub!eddie, virgin!eddie (not explicitly stated here, but eventually will be in the series) somewhat dom!reader. Public situations. Kind of dry humping? Both Eddie and Reader are above the age of 18.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
You flipped a page from the book you were required to read for the project, eyebrows pinched together with concentration and your bottom lip between your teeth. Your eyes scanned over the paragraphs, occasionally widening and narrowing with whatever was happening on that particular page. He could see you were memorizing each message hidden beneath the passages, marking your notebook with a glitter pink pen. There wasn’t any possible way he was going to finish his portion of the project when he could smell the sweetness of your skin. His own notebook was forgotten, merely three sentences scribbled on the page before he was distracted by you. 
The smoothness of your thighs was peeking beneath the floral fabric of your dress, crossed and occasionally bouncing. When you weren’t writing your thoughts and answers, you brought the tip of your pen between your teeth, nibbling and lightly licking the plastic. He could feel the breath inside his lungs pulled out and his heart was moments from thumping through his chest and clothes. And, of course, his jeans tightened uncomfortably.
Your eyes slowly moved from the crinkled and yellow-stained pages of the book onto him. His fiery gaze remained etched on you as if he were engraving the spectacle before him within the confines of his mind. Lowering your book, you raised an eyebrow, inquisitive. He didn’t respond to the gesture. It wasn’t anything you weren’t used to. 
The dynamic between the both of you was complicated. Well, for you it was. For him, there wasn’t anything that could’ve been more simple. Since he was a kid, so for pretty much as long as he could remember, you were always there. You grew up with him. And you hated him. He pulled on the ribbons of your hair, stole your homework answers, and constantly teased you whenever he could. It didn’t matter what you did, he was always there with some snarky remarks. And he liked you. 
That’s how it started anyway.
Because when high school came, and the wave of teenage hormones as well, he didn’t just like you anymore. He was obsessed with you. He followed you around, stole your pom-poms, ruined your hair that you had spent forever doing, pulled your hair when he sat behind you and said every dirty thing that went through his head. He didn’t care if you were mean to him and called him names. Truth be told, he might’ve liked that more than he thought was possible. But you could’ve slapped and kicked him and he wouldn’t do a single thing other than thank you for touching him. He was whipped.
However, for you, things were complicated. That was an understatement. For as long as you could remember, you didn’t like him. Disliking him was easy and simple. You had been doing that for years. But things were changing and you couldn’t explain why. Well, that wasn’t the truth. You did know why. 
Two weeks ago, and you knew this because you couldn’t think of anything else other than that particular night. Your car wasn’t working and you weren’t even going to pretend to understand what was underneath the hood. The night was brimming with darkness and pouring rain and you were completely alone. You trudged to the nearest payphone, shivering beneath your sodden clothes, and called everyone you could think of. Not a single person answered. That was until you called the number Wayne had provided months ago when he suggested he could help with whatever car troubles you were having and not overcharge you. You just didn’t expect Eddie to answer. 
He was kind. The sickening kind of sweet you would find sprawled across romance novels. He called you the nicknames he had been calling you since you could remember, but it was different. He looked at you differently. Talked to you differently. Touched you differently. 
And now you were stuck with him as his partner. 
You were going to roll your eyes and resume with your book and disregard his existence as much as you could when you noticed it. There was absolutely no way of not noticing it. You glanced around, wondering if there was someone within the shadows of the empty library watching and observing. “Are you serious?” You sneered barely above a whisper. His amused eyes merely traveled to his hardening bulge. “Stop that.” 
“I can’t help it.” His voice was breathless, wisp-like. “You’re so pretty.” Your jaw clenched and your glare intensified. He brought his adorned hand onto his bulge and palmed himself. The movements were slow and deliberate, and because you were near the back of the library, there wasn’t anyone around to notice him. “If you keep looking at me like that, I can probably finish like this.” 
You were across from him, the only thing separating you from him was a small round table, and you were debating if you should kick the table at him. His eyes traveled across your body, not bothering to conceal his heavy gaze, and they stopped right where your skirt stopped. When you clenched her thighs together, he could barely see the baby-pink fabric of your underwear. His movements sputtered as he thought of crawling on the floor to you, worshiping you as he dreamed of doing. He groaned as his eyes closed, thinking of staining his lips with your arousal and kissing you until you couldn’t think of anything other than the taste of yourself mixed with him. “Yeah, I can definitely finish like this.”
Your nose scrunched as you watched his movements intently. “You’re a pervert.” Your voice, however, didn’t match your words. Because you couldn’t even understand the wetness dampening your underwear. You didn’t understand why you liked knowing you were the reason for his undoing and for his sick actions. You liked knowing he thought you were so pretty that he couldn’t wait until he got home. But you obviously couldn’t tell him that because you weren’t supposed to like any of that. You were supposed to hate him.
Yeah, things were complicated now.
You leaned closer, intentionally displaying a view of your breasts. “If you’re going to make yourself come, do it fast. We have a deadline.” Those words weren’t what he was expecting. You were tolerating him lately, even occasionally smiling before flipping him off. You were speaking to him without a bratty attitude and sitting next to him in class. He was slowly making progress. This wasn’t progress. This was hurdling over the finish line.
His gaze was ripped away from your breasts when you leaned back against your cushioned chair and he watched with sick enjoyment as you squeezed your thighs together. There was no way you were liking this. “Hurry. I don’t have all day.” Oh, God, you were really going to sit there and look pretty for him so he could come in his pants. You were letting him use you for his perversions. 
He nodded frantically, applying more pressure on his leaking cock. There was a stain soaking through his jeans and his hips were rutting against his hand, desperate for a wetness that couldn’t compare to his hand. Returning back to your book, you slowly spread your thighs open, allowing him a clear and picturesque view of your damp underwear. He couldn’t contain the pathetic whimper escaping his blushing lips. “You’re so pretty. So pretty. My pretty girl.”
He was mumbling, pussy-drunk from only the view of your clothed one. “Come on, let me see those pretty eyes.” Pretty, pretty, pretty. “Look at me when I come for you. Y-Yeah, just like that. That’s so good.” You teasingly looked away from your book and looked at him and you would’ve thought you handed a starving man a full-course meal from the way he crumbled beneath your gaze. “Fuck, you can’t be real.”
So, so, so pretty.
And then you smiled.
He moaned pathetically loud and you watched with twisted enjoyment as the stain on his crotch spread. Watching a man who’s tormented you for so long become undone simply from your gaze was empowering. Addicting even. He was breathless, shaking, and beads of sweat dampened his flushed skin. Bringing your leg back down and closing your book, you gathered your supplies and belongings and stood from the chair. You looked down at the embarrassingly large patch of cum seeping through his clothes and smiled. “I’ve gotta go. Same time tomorrow?”
Yeah, things were definitely different now.
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sflow1234 · 6 months
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Y/n: Want to eat Eds?
Eddie: *gets on his knees and starts to pull his hair back*
Y/n: Uh, what are you doing...
Eddie: *looks up* Ooooh, you meant like real eat...my bad.
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sweetyyhippyy · 1 year
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Full. Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader. *SMUT*
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(No my pictures. My header.)
Summary: Eddie’s girlfriend has an insatiable appetite for something in particular tonight.
TW: There is no plot. This is just porn. So much breeding kink. So many cream pies. Begging. Talk about pregnancy. Eddie dirty talking. Little bit of praise. Taking pictures post sex.
Word Count: 1K
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Her whole body was vibrating against his, her nails digging into his shoulder blade as she felt her tight hole get filled to the brim for the third time in less than an hour.
Eddie’s head comes up from being buried in her neck, his curly bangs stuck to his forehead with sweat. He looked way more fucked out than she did. “Fuck, baby.” He whispers against her lips, barely audible to her. He shuts his eyes, groaning as he shifts slightly. “Gotta pull out.”
“No no no.” She whines, gripping onto him harder. “Again.” She bats her eyes up at him, sliding her hand from behind his neck to hold one side of his face. “Please, I want more.”
“Baby, you’re overflowing with cum. It’s leaking out of you.”
“Eddie,” She whines pathetically, wrapping her legs around his waist to keep him inside her. “Just one more, please? I want your cum so bad.” She reaches up to kiss him, slipping her tongue into his mouth.
Eddie’s own fingers dig into her outer thigh as he gives her a few shallow thrusts, really just pushing all of his cum deeper inside her. He feels her whole body go limp under him, making him pull back from the kiss to look down at her.
Her eyes roll in the back of her head, her head following and rolling back on the pillow below her. “Yes.” She gasps.
Eddie couldn’t hold the cynical smile on his face back as he looked down at her. “What has you so cum hungry?” The head of his cock nudges her sore cervix, still making her ache for him.
“I want you to fill me up more.” Her eyes were round, heart shapes practically in her irises as she looked up at him.
Eddie let’s out a little laugh. “You want me to fill this pretty pussy up? What if I put a baby in you?”
Her cunt squeezes around his cock at his words, butterflies going from her pussy up to her stomach followed by a low whimper as she wraps her legs around his waist.
“Oh, you want that don’t you? To put a baby inside you? That why you’re cum hungry?”
“Yes! Yes I want you to get me pregnant. Put a baby in me.” She moans out loud, slamming her hips down to meet his movements.
Eddie rolls his head back, grunting loudly. “Keep going, princess. Just like that.” He halts all his thrusts and let’s her fuck herself against him. “That’s a good girl, drain all my cum out of me.”
She holds on tight to Eddie with both her legs and her arms wrapped around his back. Her lips press kisses to the side of his neck, racking the top of her teeth against his pale skin. It wasn’t until she felt her orgasm build up that she starts to suck a hickey into neck.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum. Keep going, my sweet girl.”
She squeezes her legs tighter around his waist, pushing his lower half deeper against her. “Please, I wanna cum too, wanna cum too Eddie.”
Eddie’s face was buried back between her head and her shoulder, grumbly groans and throaty moans being sung in her ear. “Fuck!” Eddie gripes loudly, his body stiffening while he shoots his white ropes inside her again for the fourth time tonight. “Fucking take it, fuck.” Eddie growls in her ear.
She could feel all of the cum leak down to her ass, more than likely pooling down on the sheets below her. Eddie didn’t even have to move anymore for her to reach her orgasm, her muscles clenching around him as she grasps him in desperation of closeness. All she could manage was loud, screaming moans in his ear before she sunk into the mattress, fluttering her eyes closed.
The sound of her heartbeat was filling her eardrums, drowning out the other sounds in the room.
Eddie kisses across her chest and collarbone, letting her calm down. “You with me?” His voice sounding miles away as his finger wipes a bead of sweat from her forehead.
All she manages to do is whimper in response and wrap her arms around his sweaty body, burying her face deep into his chest.
“Baby, I have to pull out, it’s starting to hurt.”
She slowly unwraps her legs from his waist, letting them fall onto the mattress still open.
Eddie grips the base of his softening cock and slowly starts to pull out, making both of them wince out loud.
“Eddie.” She cries, trying to pull him back towards her, the emptiness and ache making her start to cry.  
“I know, baby, I know. Shhh.” He coos at her, kissing her cheek as he finally leaves her hole empty for the first time in hours. “Can I look and see how pretty your pussy looks with all my cum?”
She nods her head, cowering behind her hands as she watches him lean back on his knees and spread her pussy lips apart.
“Fuck, you are so cute. Stay just like that for me?” Eddie asks with an excited look on his face as he reaches for the Polaroid camera on his bedside table. He once again spreads her lips apart and snaps a picture of his cum leaking out of her. “Oh fuck, just seeing this is making me hard again.”
She can’t help but giggle at him. “I think my pussy needs a small break.”
Eddie takes the picture and places it on top of the table along with the camera, wanting to get under the sheets with his girl. Once he’s settled on his back, he pulls her toward him, letting her head rest on his chest while he presses endless kisses to her head. “There’s no way I didn’t put a baby in you.”
His statement pulls her back to earth, making her up at him with heavy hooded eyes. “Kinda hope so if I’m being honest.” She says in a quiet voice, turning onto her belly, feeling the cum shift slightly inside her which makes her scrunch her face up in slight discomfort.
“And if I didn’t,” Eddie starts, grabbing her as soft as possible by her neck and bringing his face closer to hers, their lips touching softly. “We just gotta do that again.” He whispers into her gaped mouth before kissing her hungrily, having every intention of having more rounds tonight.
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munsonshair · 2 years
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joseph quinn is the most dreamy human being ever😩😩😍
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Yandere!Eddie gets jealous and angry because Steve starts to baby bimbo!reader like he does. He can tell he likes her too. (:
please he'd get so mad!!!
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CW: possessive!eddie munson, yandere!eddie munson, bimbo!reader, power dynamic, jealousy, jealous!eddie, eddie and reader aren't dating yet, flirty!steve harrington, babying, mentions of stalker!eddie, crying (from reader), cursing (from reader), manipulation, toxic!eddie, slightly toxic!steve, steve harrington hate (from eddie) dw steve is one of my fav characters i love him sm <333, crybaby!reader (hints of), mentions of hickeys, hickey-giving, kissing (reader thinks that the kisses she shares with eddie are platonic.. even if she is in love with him or whatever screwed up version of love they have lol. eddie just takes adavantage of her..dumbness (lol sorry))
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basically all of hellfire club along with steve are at eddie's trailer celebrating their campaign being over. steve's only there because 1) he knew you would be wherever eddie was (and vice versa) and 2) he was dustin's ride home. so, he decided to stay.
everyone's just drinking either juice or alcohol and listening to some of eddie's metal music on his boombox, talking about the campaign, school, girls, eddie's band, or whatever. everyone's just relaxing.. well, mostly everyone.
eddie sees you sitting on steve 'the hair' harrington's lap.
steve's lap.
you're giggling and blushing at whatever the fuck he's saying and it's needless to say eddie is fuming.
you're his, for crying out loud!
sure, you two weren't official, and maybe you didn't quite know it....yet, but there were lots of things you didn't know. like basic things and the fact that eddie would watch you sleep and take pictures of you showering or.. pleasing yourself and then he would jack off to it later on in his bed, moaning your name while he holds a pair of your panties he stole from your laundry basket a long time ago up to his nose to finish himself off.
how he had a secret compartment in his closet filled with your things.. but it was only because he loved you! only because he knew what was best for you! and he knew that steve fucking harrington was not the one for you. eddie was.
he protected you and cherished you and loved you relentlessly. he bought you gifts because he liked seeing your face light up. he bought you things with all of the money he earned from selling weed instead of the things that he really needed. like food, for example. he would starve himself till the day he died if it meant seeing you happy.
happy because of him.
so when he saw steve harrington, hawkins' 'golden boy', spoon-feeding you ice cream from a plastic bowl and kissing your cheek and neck every fucking second (just like how eddie would feed you lunch everyday!), he was sure that he was going to fucking kill him.
but, he knew that if he did that he would be seperated from you, his one true love, and he could not have that! so, putting out the cigarette he was smoking on the coffee table's ashtray and getting up from his chair, he made his way over to you and steve.
he could hear steve mutter a soft, "good girl," and "you're such a pretty baby," everytime you swallowed the strawberry icecream.
that should be him.
it usually was.
how could you betray him like this?
you looked up from your spot on steve's lap, eyes wide and glimmering softly.
eddie's heart practically melted.
steve looked up, however his reaction was more so filled with distaste.
"eddie!" you squealed, reaching your hands up and making grabby hands to let eddie know you wanted to be picked up. usually, that made his heart swell, but instead he just held onto your hands with his own; his large hand engulfing yours. you pouted softly, slightly confused.
steve rolled his eyes, annoyed that eddie ruined his fun.
"what do you want, man?" steve asked, his hands still resting on your hips, drawing lazy circles with his thumbs.
eddie felt his body heat up with anger.
the fuck do you think, Hairball?
eddie smiled, cheshire cat-like. "oh, i just need to talk to y/n.."
"mm, sure you do," steve rolled his eyes, "but we're busy right now..isn't that right, baby?" he looked at you so sweetly it made your heart swell.
"y-yeah," you giggled.
eddie's smile dropped, his hands squeezing so tight with anger it began to crush yours. you yelped, pulling your hands away from his.
why are you doing this to him?
"owie! eddie that hurt!" you whined, and steve just pouted, cooing and kissing your knuckles softly. you blushed.
eddie felt like he was going to be sick.
"y/n." eddie said sternly, causing you to whip your head around and look at him, your bottom lip jutted out, tears forming in your eyes.
normally, eddie would feel bad for making you upset...but the anger took over.
"I need to talk to you...alone. in private."
you nodded, getting off of steve's lap as if you followed eddie around like a lapdog. which to be fair, you always did.
steve just scoffed, not at you, but at eddie's rudeness. he knew eddie was obsessed with you. when would you stop complying with whatever that metal-head wanted?
when would that.. freak get over you?
the answer: never.
you followed eddie to his room, sniffling softly.
was he mad at you?
once you make it to his room he slams the door, cornering you against his wall.
"what the fuck was that, y/n?" he spat, and you gazed up at him, confused.
"w-what was what, eds?" you asked softly, trembling at the fact that he was using your real name and not a cute little nickname like "princess", "sweetheart", "baby", or "bunny".
"God, do you have to be so fucking dense all the time?!" he lashed out, and that's when you started to cry.
"E-Eddie, i don' like it when you yell.."
Eddie just rolled his eyes, annoyed.
Again, if he had you crying (negatively) in any other situation he would be on his knees kissing your feet and begging for your forgiveness (which he has done before). But in this situation, he was more mad at steve than you and he unfortunately took most of his anger out on you.
"i wouldn't 've had to yell if you weren't out there all over steve fucking harrington! I mean.. what the fuck was that?"
he rubbed his eyes with his fingers, the silver of his rings glittering in the yellow lamp-light in his room, the pretty sparkly- look almost distracting you.
Almost.
"H-he was jus' feedin' me some ice cream!" you reason, fiddling with the bottom hem of your skirt.
"No, he was all over you! H-he was kissing you, and--and babying you!" he got up closer to you. "I'm the only one that can do that, baby, you know that.." You nodded softly, sniffling again.
He held your chin with this thumb, making sure you looked at him.
"I-I didn't wanna make you cry, but... baby, you drive me fucking insane! I mean--the things we do, y/n, they are things that only you and I can do... do you understand, baby? Hm?" he used his thumb then back of his hand to wipe off your fallen salty tears from your face.
"I-I understand, eddie.. didn' know! 'm sorry," you whimpered, and eddie smiled softly again, pulling you into a tight hug.
"It's okay, baby.. just- whenever you wanna be held or fed or whatever, come to me, sweetheart. okay?"
you nodded against his chest, and he kissed the top of your head.
pulling you away from his chest you mewled a soft, "kissie?" with your lips pouted. his heart skipped a beat, and he swore to God that he might die. And if he did die, he would go happy.
"'f course, baby," he sealed his lips over yours, kissing you for a moment or two and then passionately kissing you before pulling away. "you're my good girl, I love you so much." he admitted, and you giggled.
"I love you more, eds."
"impossible." he whispered, wiggling his fingers around on your waist to get you to laugh again.
However, what he said was true. It was impossible for you to love him more than he loved you.
"Now, I do believe we are expected to go back to the party at some point..Shall we?" he held his hand out and you took it, giggling more than ever.
For the rest of the night you sat on eddie's lap, snuggling into his neck and exchanging kisses with him.
He spoon fed you ice cream, and held the water bottle for you to help you drink.
He whispered sweet nothings in your ear.
He sucked on your neck and left hickey's on the supple skin.
Steve left early.
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btw i didnt re-read it for any mistakes so ignore if there are any! thank you anon! <33
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girasollake · 2 years
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bothering me | e.m.
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gif not mine, got it from pinterest
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pairing: eddie munson x reader (using ‘you’)
requested: yes
type: angst, pure angst
summary: eddie starts being distant from the reader, when you finally confront him, he explodes and tells you it’s because you’re too clingy
warnings: curse words, idk kinda toxic relationship vibes? 
a/n: i’m trying to stop using pronouns she/her and they/them in my works and just putting ‘you’ cause it’s suitable for every person, i hope you guys will like it!
word count: 1,127
‘Sooo… movies at my place tonight?’ You whispered into Eddie’s ear when you had finally found him next to his locker.
‘Sorry, I’m busy.’
‘With what?’
‘Stuff, (Y/n). I don’t have to tell you everything all the time.’
‘I know but I’m your partner and I thought that being in a relationship means telling each other what we’re doing.’ You looked down at your shoes. ‘Especially when we want to avoid a date.’ You mumbled quietly enough so he wouldn’t hear it.
‘I just can’t tonight. Maybe some other day, okay?’ He asked and turned his head towards you.
‘Yeah sure.’ A forced smile appeared on your lips.
You turned around to look at the school clock on the other side of the corridor.
‘The class starts soon, can you at least give me-‘ You turned to Eddie again but he wasn’t there anymore.’…a kiss..’
You sighed and started walking towards your classroom.
Did I do something?
Maybe he’s cheating on me?
Am I not good enough?
Every possibility for his behaviour circled in your head but the one that caused it. You were sitting in your desk, listening to the boring lecture about reptiles, with your pen scribbling some shapes on the back of your notebook. You started thinking about Eddie and without much thought you drew his portrait on another blank page. Smiling to yourself you signed it ‘for my pretty boy x’ and decided to throw it into his locker when the next break approached.
You were proud of that piece and thought that maybe it’ll show Eddie how much you think of him and he won’t be such a dick anymore. Because let’s be honest, leaving you alone at his locker without saying goodbye was rude, at least to you. When you threw your drawing into his locker you thought that maybe after he sees it he will come running to you, apologizing for being so distant. But he didn’t. You didn’t see him that day anymore and you came home in hopes of him calling and guess what? He didn’t call.
For the course of next week you’ve been trying your best to get his attention in every possible way. And every time he just brushed you off like you were nothing, he didn’t even mention anything about your drawing. After he hadn’t even looked at you on Friday you decided it was enough. So you stormed to his house as soon as you had finished your classes. Your fists were quickly hitting the door of his trailer. After a few seconds Eddie opened them for you.
‘What are you doing here?’ He asked confused.
‘I wanted to talk to you, can we do that?’
‘Sure.’ He mumbled and signals for you to come in.
‘What do you want to talk about?’ He sat down on his bed while he was looking at you intensely.
‘Your behaviour.’
‘What’s wrong with it?’ He huffed.
‘You’re distant.’
‘You’re imagining things, (Y/n).’ He chuckled and readjusted his sitting position.
‘Eddie, you’ve been avoiding me for the last week all the fucking time. I am definitely not imagining things. Especially after today, have you noticed you haven’t even looked at me today?’ Tears were filling up your eyes.
‘That’s bullshit, I am not avoiding you.’
‘But you are!’ You stepped closer to him. ‘Why? Do you have someone else?’
‘No, (Y/n/n). You know I don’t.’ He mumbled and closed his eyes.
‘They why are you doing this? Why are you behaving this way? Do you have problems at school?’
‘I don’t.’
‘Eddie for fucks sake, then why are you so-‘
‘Because of you!’ He stood up and faced you. ‘You are all over me, all the fucking time. And I know it’s a good thing but it’s bothering me. It’s bothering me a lot. It’s like you don’t have any friends beside me, you don’t even let me breathe (Y/n)! Wherever I go, you’re there. Whenever I have some quiet and peace, you show up!’
‘Isn’t that the point of a relationship?’ You sobbed.
‘No! Not when I can’t do shit without you! Not when you’re touching me all the time and breathing down my neck!’ He turned around and sat down on the bed again.
You were standing there in shock, scared to say something back to him. You didn’t think your love language could bother him. You showed your love through touch and through quality time, what was so wrong with it? And Eddie never complained, he always had told you how nice your cuddles were, how he loved holding your hand. Maybe it just became too much for him at one point? You wanted to tell him you’ll take things slowly and you won’t push. You still loved him and wanted to comfort him, make him feel better. You carefully sat down next to him, his hands were holding his hair on either side and he was looking down at his boots. You slowly put your arm around him in hopes to give him a loving hug and show him how much you care and that his outburst didn’t change anything. You thought he would accept your touch but you were wrong. He quickly pushed your hand away and looked straight into your eyes.
‘What have I just said?’ He snapped.
You looked down at your shoes feeling like a scolded puppy and then scooted over to the other side of the bed. You were both sitting in silence for what felt like eternity and when you finally stopped thinking about the argument you had, you stood up and walked over to his desk. You took a piece of paper and a pen and started writing your message. You thought it was the best way to tell him something without him getting even more mad at you, you didn’t want to risk saying something wrong. When you finished the note you made your way outside of his trailer and back to your home.
Meanwhile Eddie was still sitting on his bed, thinking if he did the right thing. He didn’t want to lose you, of course, but this was just too much and he exploded. He looked at his desk and stood up to see the note. He took it and small tears fell from his eyes.
I’m sorry Eddie,
I know that you probably hate me right now and I’m sorry that my actions made you angry. I didn’t know that all of this could bother you and I want you to help me understand, when you’re ready that is. Just call me or come over and we can talk this out in peace and even if you don’t want to be with me anymore, I’ll understand. I’m sorry again.
Love, (Y/n)
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joshkiszkachaos · 1 year
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The Morning After
Paring: Eddie Munson x Plus Size Female Reader
Summary: After a drunken night Y/n wakes up naked next to her high school crush Eddie Munson with no memory of the night before.
Warning: 18+, mentions of sex, bruises, hickies and alcohol use, light smut.
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Waking up slowly, you blinked adjusting your eyes to the light. Looking around you realized you were not in your room. Panic filled your mind as your heart started to raise waking you up out of your daze. You felt hands on your lower waist and you flinched when you realized they weren't your own.
These hands belonged to someone who's bed you were currently in. You couldn't see the person beside you since their head was engulfed by the pillows and their hair fell down over their face. Removing the blanket you gently removed their hands from you by their wrists. As you inspected this person's hand you couldn't help but see they had tattoos and these tattoos seemed all too familiar.
No. It couldn't be, could it? Looking to the side to gather your thoughts and to decide if this was a dream or not, your eyes landed on the Corroded Coffin banner and Eddie's guitar hanging up on the wall. Not thinking about it for another second, you quickly placed his hands gently at his side making sure not to wake him, and you slowly slid over him off the bed. You cursed quietly to yourself when the floor creaked as it came in contact with your foot.
Feeling a slight breeze you looked down realizing you were naked. Quickly collecting your clothes from the floor, you put them on trying not to wake him. Thinking you succeeded, you let out a sigh of relief as you zipped up your jeans. Looking over at the bed, your eyes widened as they connected with another pair of deep brown ones. Your face was now turning red, you pulled your eyes from his and awkwardly looked around. Eddie leaned onto his elbow as he stared at you from the bed.
You rubbed your hands on your thighs nervously reconnecting your eyes with his you smiled. "Uhh hey Eddie. Last night was great but I'm sorry, I should be going now." You say trying to run over to the bedroom door just to get stopped by him. "Wait." You shut your eyes tight and prayed the he will just let whatever happened last night go without having to have a conversation about it.
Turning around you looked at him, he was shirtless and had only boxers on. You tried to look him in the eyes but his chest was basically on full display in front of you. He smiled and came closer to you "You're not leaving without having breakfast are you? After care is my specialty." He admits putting his hands on your shoulders leaving you to wonder how many times he's done this.
 “I really think I should leave, my parents will be worried sick." You lie previous telling your parents you were staying over at your friend's house. Which is all your memory could replay at this point, now finding yourself somehow doing the walk of shame from your crushes house.
"No please stay, it's my treat." He's says practically begging you to stay. It was weird hearing this from him, did he really enjoy last night so much he wants me to stay? or does he see this as some sort of pay back for last night? A million questions formed in your head as Eddie took his hands off you and got dressed. Once he finished he walked back over to you and reached forward causing your eyes to widen. Closing them tight you waited for whatever contact he was going to make with you. However, it never came. Instead he reached around you and said "Excuse me." You opened your eyes and moved to the side letting him leave the room.
Eddie came back a second later and gave your clothes that you packed for the sleepover and a towel. "Here. If you wanna take a shower it's the second door on the left." He says smiling as he left again.
What the hell, how did your clothes end up here? Pushing the thought aside for a moment, you walked over to his bathroom and closed the door locking it. You sat the towel and your clothes down on the toilet lid and took off your clothes. The cold air suddenly hit your body as you stood there naked feeling strange in someone else's home. Looking at yourself in the mirror, your hair was a mess and your face was flushed you were embarrassed that you looked like that in front of Eddie.
However, that isn't what struck you the most there was countless bruises all over your body. Your thighs, your waist and chest were all covered in purple finger marks, on your neck and stomach laid fresh hickies. There was no way Eddie had done this last night, why would he want to after he'd seen you naked.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door making you jump "Hey, are pancakes alright with you?" He said through the door. "Yes." You managed to get out trying to cover yourself up as if he was about to burst through the door, even though you knew it was locked.
"Great." He said as you heard shuffling footsteps walk further away. Assuming he left you turned on the water and took your shower. After you showered, you dried off and got dressed. Since you didn't have a brush, you combed your fingers through your hair the best you could and left it at that. Collecting your dirty clothes, you walked down the hallway following the smell of pancakes.
"Hey, the pancakes are ready." He said smiling over at you while setting down two plates onto the kitchen table. You nod noticing your bag on the couch, you walked over to it and put your clothes inside. Turning back around you stood there for a moment stealing glances between Eddie and the front door thinking about how easy it'd be to get out of here. Just make an excuse and running seemed like the best thing to do without having to have an awkward conversation about how this was a one time deal.
As if Eddie read your mind, he turned around and looked at you "Your pancakes are getting cold love." You felt butterflies in your stomach at the nickname and you slowly walked over to the table and sat down. "Thank you." You said looking down at the plate of food in front of you. He nodded and started eating, with you following along.
It was silent until Eddie spoke up "So, how was last night?" I look up at him. "You know, did you enjoy it?" He says curiously as he put another piece of food in his mouth. "See thats the thing about last night, I don't remember anything that happened." You admitted to him as he looked shocked at you.
"You don't remember anything? Not even us, you know umm..." You shook your head no and he looked down thinking. "Well, I can tell you what happened if you want." He suggested casually. "Ok..." You said nervously but desperate to figure out how all this happened.
"Last night you and your friends came over here with some of my friends, then we all got drunk and somehow we ended up having sex." He says as his hand was slowly inching towards yours on the table.
"Oh." You said quietly as pulled your hands onto your lap. "Did you umm," you sigh looking down picking at your fingers. "Was it...okay?" You finished looking over at him. "I should be asking you that question. Judging by the looks of you, it was more than okay for me." He smirked and sat up straight pulling his hands back.
You laughed and nodded remembering the way you looked in the mirror. "Eddie can I ask you something?" You said nervously. "Yeah." He said pulling his chair closer to yours concerned. "Well, did you mind that I was umm...bigger than most girls?" He caught on immediately trying to catch your eyes as he lowered his head.
"No, not at all. Actually, it was kind of nice to have someone who I was not afraid to break and you know me, who am I to go along with what society rules is beautiful or not." He grinned while throwing his hands in the air enthusiastically.
You blushed at his attitude towards your question with shifting eyes, he sucked in a breath and held your hand in your lap. "I'm sorry about last night, I kind of bruised you up." He chuckles lightly as he stared at your neck and then back up to your eyes.
"It's okay." You said smiling slightly as a red tint flushed on your cheeks. You looked over at him and he was looking deep into your eyes almost like he was in his own world. Then he moves closer and stuck his thumb onto your lips and circled them before dragging your bottom lip down. "God you’re so sweet, I bet you taste like syrup." He scooted closer to you and you looked at him in shock as he stared at you like he was ready to devour you.
"Can I kiss you." He asked practically begging you to let him. You nodded not being able to form words.
He reached over and started to kiss you eagerly. You kissed him back softly afraid to make the wrong move. However, he kisses you with no care in the world licking all over your mouth capturing the sweetness of the syrup off the corners of your mouth. He grabbed your chair and pulled it towards himself earning a surprised gasp from you.
He took this chance to stick his tongue in your mouth and explore every crook and cranny there was. You moaned softly and kissed him passionately no longer afraid of the thoughts in your mind as they were now crowded with desire. Now lost in the kiss, he wrapped his hands around your waist and tried to pull you into him. You stood up a bit and leaned forward as you continued kissing him.
He pulled you down towards him as he signaled for you to sit down on him. You pulled away and he catched his breath looking up at you worried "Are you okay?" You looked away and sat back down in the chair "Yeah." He held your hands in your lap and he looked over at you with curiousity written all over his face "Then what's the problem?" Playing with his rings nervously you spoke "I'm too heavy for you." His eyebrows furrowed as he laughed to himself
"Babe that's like the whole point." He laughs nervously leaning in. "The pressure it umm feels good." He admits with shifting eyes. You looked up at him "Oh." staying silent trying to decide your next move. However Inside Eddie's head there was a war going on between his emotions. He wanted you to sit on him again but he tried to push those thoughts away and out of his head unsure of how you were feeling.
Fuck it, you thought as you got up surprising Eddie throwing one leg over his lap and straddling him. "Wha-" he let out a little moan as you fully sat down on top of him. Eddie was at a lost for words as he stared at you in shock and admiration. You stared deep into his chocolate eyes and slowly leaned in. You put your forehead against his and breathed him in as your lips hoved over his.
A minute went by before any of you did anything, Eddie broke it by kissing you softly and placing a hand on your jaw. You slowly kissed him back and then matched his pace when he sped up. Soon enough, you two were making out and as you slowly moved against him. It was almost like something snapped in him as he started kissing you hard and fast. Standing you two up, he pushed you halfway against the kitchen counter and grinded himself against you. Moaning you ran your hands through his hair as he ran his hands all over your body squeezing some parts tigther then others.
You guys continued kissing until the front door opened, both your heads snapped to the trailer door seeing Wayne standing there. Quickly, you both ripped yourselves off each other as you avoided eye contact with him awkwardly standing in the kitchen. He stood there looking at you guys for a moment before he walked into the trailer and took off his jacket and work shoes. He said nothing as he passed you both in the kitchen.
"Pancakes?" You spoke smiling over to him trying to break the heavy tension in the air . He opened the fridge and took out a beer "No thanks doll, I'm pretty tired from work." You nodded as he left the kitchen, stopping in the hallway he addressed Eddie. "Next time, be cautious of the time so I don't run into something like that again." Eddie nodded even though he couldn't see him "Yes sir." Hearing a door shut, you and Eddie both looked over at each other and fell into a fit of laughter.
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Nightmares
Pairing: Eddie Munson/ Reader
Word Count: 2,333
Summary: Eddie comforts you after a nightmare of an abusive past relationship wakes you in the middle of the night.
Content Warning: Trauma, nightmares, mentions of past abuse (SA specifically), Eddie lowkey threatening someone who hurt reader in their past.
This is based 100% on my own nightmare last night. The nightmare portion of this fic is like 95% exactly what happened in my own dream. All I wanted was someone to hold me and make me feel safe and cared for. I didn't have that, so I wrote this instead.
He was yelling again. Unintelligible on the other side of the bedroom door, but he was definitely yelling. Fear gripped you- an ice cold hand like a vice around your chest. His voice is cut off by the slamming of the front door and you beg your heart to stop beating like a kick drum against your ribcage. You will the tears to stay behind your eyelids. The bed you're in is suffocating. The sheets and blankets you'd chosen only months before have now seen you at your worst more often than not. You're disgusted by the bluish green sort of color. You'd chosen them in hopes of happier times. You'd been mistaken. 
The moment you heard his car start up outside, you held your breath. Listening. Waiting. Finally, mercifully, you hear the sound of snow crunching beneath tires due for a rotation. You hear the car backing out of its assigned spot just outside the window of your apartment. Your ears strain to follow it as it stops at the entrance before turning left. You follow the sound until eventually it blends in with the rest of the noise of a college town in the middle of the night. He's gone. You have no way of knowing for how long, but for now he's gone. 
You pull back the edge of the curtain just enough. You confirm what you'd heard, that his car is gone. That you're safe even if it is for just a moment. He's gone. You pull yourself away from the bed sheets that feel irreparably soiled and redress in the pajamas you'd pulled from the dryer just a few hours ago. Opening the bedroom door feels more like walking into a warzone than into your own living room. Something brushes against your leg. Something small. Black and white fur, a purr vibrating against your shin. 
Luci. 
Sweet Lucifur. Your little angel. Your sweet boy. The only good thing in the small apartment you shared with the man who was supposed to be the love of your life. You reach down, hands under his butt and his belly as you gather him up, holding him to your chest. He rests his head on your shoulder. You swear it's like he knows what happens behind that closed bedroom door. Like he knows you're hurting in so many ways. Like he knows that he has the power to make you feel a little better just by existing. He allows you to hold him, crying into his fur as his purr soothes your heavy heart. 
Something clicks. Something tells you, finally, that you can leave. That you can go somewhere else. Somewhere that you can be safe for more than a few fleeting moments. You press a kiss to the top of Luci's head before setting him on the couch. 
Your hands shake, more tears falling to your cheeks as you make your way through the apartment. You need to pack. You need some clothes and some money and something to carry Luci in. In the living room is a small metal cage. The former home of the hamster he'd gotten you for your birthday two years ago. When he was still pretending to care. Pretending to be what you had always hoped he would be. You could have sworn you'd thrown that cage away. But there it was, tucked beside the TV stand like a beacon. An option, though you know it's not a good one.
Random pieces of clothing are thrown into a bag. You toss your wallet on top of the heap before lugging it over your shoulder. It's heavier than it looks. You spare a glance through the window over the sink. When did it start snowing again? And why is it coming down so heavy? Fat, white flakes fall gently, coating every visible surface. You see your own car in the lot, right beside the empty space that his usually occupies. 
He's still gone. You're still safe. You still have to leave. Opening the closet to retrieve your coat, you're met by something you'd all but forgotten about. There on the floor is the small, black cat carrier. Picked up for a buck at a garage sale shortly after Luci had come into your life. A ray of sunshine right there in your hallway closet. You quickly put Luci into the carrier. You tell him it's going to be okay. That you're going somewhere good. Somewhere better. Somewhere safe.
You hear them suddenly. Footsteps coming down the hall. It's the middle of the night. There's nobody else it could be. Fear settles into your bones once again as you watch the handle of the front door turn- 
Your eyes opened almost painfully wide. You feel sweat covering every inch of your body. A deep, gasped breath settles in your lungs as you take in your surroundings. It was dark, but you could see. You see your bedside table, alarm clock with angry red numbers announcing that it was nearly 4 in the morning. The book you'd started two days ago. A framed photo. Eddie's smiling face right beside yours, his chin resting on your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your stomach from behind you. 
Eddie. 
You felt those same arms wrapped around you now. Only this time, they weren't pulling you into him like they'd been in the moment that Jonathan snapped that photo last summer. No, now it was more like they were there by muscle memory alone. Loosely draped over you as soft snores fell from the slightly parted lips of the man they belonged to.
It was a dream. Just a dream. You were safe. You were in your own home with Eddie. You were safe. Eddie would never do the things the other man had done to you. He'd never touch you the way that he did. He'd never yell at you or slam doors or do anything to make you feel that kind of fear that seemed to overtake every other emotion. He would never. You knew that. But knowing those things couldn't stop the way your heart was beating too fast in your chest. It didn't stop you from feeling like you were going to cry. Like you needed to be out of this bed immediately. 
You moved as slowly as you possibly could, pulling yourself away from Eddie. Usually his embrace was welcomed. Craved, even. But right now, moments after waking from a nightmare about a situation that was supposed to be nearly a decade in the past, it felt wrong. 
Luci greeted you in the living room. He'd been roused from his own sleep by your footsteps down the hallway. He rubbed his side against your leg the same way he had in your dream and you felt tears begin to prickle against the back of your eyes. You reached down to scratch his furry head for just a moment. You couldn't help but smile to yourself when his little eyes fell closed as he pressed further into your touch. 
You shrugged into a flannel of Eddie's. He'd worn it a few days ago, but it had been tossed on the couch and more or less forgotten ever since. You pulled it tighter around your body as you stepped out the front door of your home. The seasons were well on their way to changing. Warm summer nights had officially given way to chilly September nights. The fireflies were gone. Nobody was out doing clandestine bonfires at 4 am. It was just you and your thoughts as a cool wind blew around you. Eddie's cigarettes sat on the small table on the porch. You settled into the chilled cushion of the loveseat style seat and pulled a cigarette from the pack, thankful that he left them outside when you realized you hadn't grabbed your own. 
You don't even know how long you sat outside, the dream replaying on a loop in your mind as the cigarette burned down to the filter. It was strange, to say the least. That entire situation was supposed to be in your past. It wasn't supposed to creep up on you like this. You hadn't dreamt about it for years. But it all felt so real. So fresh. So terrifying. You pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray on the table and took a deep breath. You rested your elbows on your knees, doubling over as your face fell to your hands. You wanted to cry. To purge the bad dream from your mind. But you couldn't. The tears just wouldn't come. 
You heard movement inside the house. You knew it wasn't Luci. He was too quiet, too small to make the amount of noise you heard. You kept your face buried in your hands as Eddie slowly opened the front door. You heard the bottom of his slippers against the porch as he pulled the door closed behind him. 
"'S goin' on?" He asked, voice gravely and deep. You finally pulled your head from your hands to look at him. Black sweatpants hung low on his hips. His favorite grey sweatshirt thrown over his  chest. His dark curls, undoubtedly unruly from sleep, were contained beneath the back of the neck of the sweatshirt as he rubbed his left eye with a tired hand. 
"Bad dream," you admitted quietly. 
Eddie nodded and stepped towards you. He fell into the seat next to you, his arm over the back of it. You scooted closer to him as his arm rested over your shoulders. He held you tightly with one arm, the other hand placing a cigarette between his plush lips. 
"Wanna tell me about it?" 
You held your breath for a moment. "Promise you won't get mad?" 
"Why would I get mad?" 
"Just… please? Promise me?" 
He took a hit from his cigarette. The smoke floated out into the cold air around you as he rested his hand on the arm of the seat. "I promise I won't get mad." He finally answered. 
"I dreamed I was with my ex," you told him.
"Which one?" He asked. The name of the man who had hurt you came out almost embarrassingly quietly. Like you were as afraid of his name as you were of him. You felt Eddie tense around you. His arm tightened around your shoulders. He seemed to hold his breath as his chest stilled beneath you. You waited for him to relax before you kept telling him about the dream. You'd told Eddie about him at the beginning of your relationship. Eddie had promised you that day that if he ever got your ex boyfriend alone, he'd make him sorry for what he'd done. He told you he'd make him regret it and you believed him. 
"He was screaming at me and I was so scared. Then he just left. He just slammed the door and I swear it sounded exactly like it did when it actually happened. And Luci was there." 
He pulled away from you just enough to look down at you. His eyebrows raised in his forehead. "Our Luci? But we got him together."
"Yeah, it was weird. I was going through the old apartment trying to figure out how to leave. I packed up some clothes and put Luci in his carrier and then…" You paused. Stopped, really. The same fear you felt in your dream threatened to swallow you whole again. Eddie pressed a kiss to the top of your head. His hand on your shoulder gripped just a little tighter. He told you to keep going when you were ready. That he was here. He was listening. He cared. 
"I was trying to leave before he came back and right when I was ready to go he came back. God, it felt so fucking real. The door knob turned and then I woke up. I was all sweaty and shaking and scared. I don't even know why I came out here," you admitted with a wet chuckle. 
"Just needed some fresh air." 
"Guess so." 
You sat in silence with Eddie for a few minutes. He leaned forward, dropping his own cigarette into the ashtray in front of you. He brought that now empty hand up to join the other that was still around your shoulders. He enveloped you completely in a warm, safe embrace. 
"I'm sorry you dreamed about that," he told you softly. "It sucks that even now that scummy little creep can still make you feel like this." 
"It's not fair," you sniffled into his chest. 
"No, it's not," he agreed. "But you know he's gone, right? I swear that as long as I'm around he won't ever get near you again. And I'm sorry to say that you're stuck with me for life, baby." 
You looked up at him with a smile. His face was half shadows, a street light in front of your neighbor's house lighting the other half. You could see his own smile, soft and loving. 
"'M not stuck," you told him. "I love you." 
"I love you, too." 
You sat outside for a few more minutes. Eddie lit one last cigarette, passing it to you to help calm your nerves before heading back inside. Luci joined you in bed as you snuggled into Eddie's bare chest. His skin warm and comforting. Luci got comfortable pressed into your back. Eddie reached around you to pet his head. 
"Me and you are protectors, huh buddy?" He asked as Luci soaked up the attention. "Kick ol' boys sorry ass if he ever tries to come around here." 
You smiled as your eyes began to feel heavy. You were able to fall back to sleep, Eddie's arms around you as your darling cat purred behind you. You wouldn't be able to remember your dream when you woke up, but you were sure it was better than the first. You were safe. You were cared for. You were loved. 
You were safe. Finally. 
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xxeddiemunsonxx · 1 year
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Master List : Eddie Munson
Here I’ll be share all my fav Eddie fanfics, One shots, Imagines, little blurbs.if you have any favorite written Eddie content, send it my way!All credit goes to the respected blogs and writers, Will be tagged with their work. 
Feel free to let me know if you'd like your post removed from the list!!
Smut♥ Fluff✿ angst★
AU's
Rockstar!Eddie
Meeting Rockstar! Eddie- @munson-blurbs   ♥
All of the Countryclub!Eddie- @harrywavycurly  ✿
Dad!Eddie
  Eddie and Penny- @queenimmadolla ✿
StepDad!Eddie
A Man of His Word @lil-quinnie
Moderngamer! Eddie
Exposed- @lil-quinnie ♥
Modern!Eddie
Twenty four hours series - @funsonmunson-again  ✿ ♥ ★
Bouncer!Eddie x Bartender!reader
 Shook me all night long- @funsonmunson ♥
Phone Sex Operator!Eddie
Dial-a-thrill- @bimbobaggins69  ✿ ♥
Mechanic!Eddie
Come Home - @roanniom ♥
Werewolf!Eddie
Little bunny and her wolf - @blue-mossbird ♥
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Other?
Untitled- @niceboyeds ♥
Untitled- @cinemaquinn ♥
Obey your master- @imjuststeddietrashatthispoint ♥
Eye contact- @prettyblondguys  ✿ ★
Eyes up here - @sammy-is-not-smiley  ✿
Somewhere, tonight- @kasbite ✿
Saturday- @upsidedownmvnson  ♥
Can’t say no-  @inlovewithfictionalcharacters666✿
“The Mrs”- @lucasnclair ✿
“I thought you left/ nope, just making pancakes”- @athena-writes-i-guess  ✿
Nervous - @writingdumpster  ♥
Untitled- @flightsocks  ♥
“ Wayne was always suspicious about girls  that were around Eddie”- @saramelaniemoon  ✿
“Eddie has always been the agreeable one in his previous relationships”- @saramelaniemoon  ✿
Eddie being supportive- @sweeteststevie  ✿
Bedtime Stories- @galaxy-siren  ✿
Back Pocket- @roanniom  ✿
Prom - @sugarsfics @eddiemunsons-missingnipple ✿★
Just best friends - @paranoidmunson ♥
Mean Eddie - @paranoidmunson ♥
Touch me - @serasvictoria ♥
Little bunny and her wolf - @blue-mossbird
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 Eddie x shy!reader
struggles with penetration- @lilacletter  ♥
Too Many books- @crrddcffn  ✿
Series
As if - Part one, Part two, Part three - @eddiessluttywaist  ♥ ★
Audio😏
Audio masterlist - @eddiemunsons-missingnipple ♥✿
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honey-eyed-munson · 2 months
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Ok yall, I’m calling all my Eddie Munson fanfic writers here. Yesterday I went to this scary circus, there was a segment where this guy had like this huge ass whip and it was on fire and he was a knife thrower which also had fire. His hair was long and curly and his skin was pale and in my head brain rotted head I was like ‘holy shit that guy looks like Eddie’. The whole time watching it I was just….omg I’m about to fucking scream. SOMEONE PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU WRITE THIS!!!!!
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whiskeybeforesunset · 2 years
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A kiss, perhaps? | Eddie Munson
Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader
Word Count: 1048
Synopsis: As of late, Reader has been “forgetting” things after Hellfire meetings to have some extra time with Eddie. 
Warnings: Fluff but a little steamy, unnecessarily detailed description of D&D, Eddie’s a bit out of character, kissings, janitor cock block, no smut, reader is shorter than Eddie, very very small reference to Eddie being a sadist (blink and you’ll miss it)
Author’s Notes: This is actually my first fic so please feel free to message me with any critics or suggestions  you may have <3
“YEEESS!” Dustin screeches into your ear as the final battle of the final battle of the campaign closes with a victory. You silently wonder whether or not you will suffer permanent hearing loss. The freshmen members of Hellfire are easy to love, but their level of enthusiasm can be… challenging at some times. 
Once Eddie finishes the epilogue, The Party begins packing up. Dice are returned to their bags and character sheets are slipped into binders for a final time. As the Dungeon Master, Eddie always takes the longest which means he’s usually left alone for a few minutes in the dimly lit room Hellfire plays in. Recently however, this has not been the case. 
“Oh, damn.” You say, stopping abruptly past the set of doors leading out of Hawkins High.
“Let me guess,” Mike says in an annoyed tone. “You forgot something again?” Whether said tone was due to his character dying in the final battle or that this was your fifth week in a row ‘forgetting something,’ who’s to say?
“You guys go on without me, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You respond as you walk back into the school. The motion sensor lights flicker back on revealing dingy linoleum tile and beat up yellow lockers. You’ve always found being in the school this late at night to be eerie. Something about the normally packed halls being empty is so… off putting. 
When you re-enter the classroom, Eddie is leaning over the table organizing some papers. You nearly laugh at the way his hair cloaks his face and possessions on the table. He wouldn’t even need a DM screen if he kept this posture throughout the session.
“I think I forgot my bag in here,” you announce with a confused look on your face that was almost convincing. You fake search for your bag in a cabinet near the door.
“Mmhm, the one over your shoulder?” With his remark, you stop your pretend search to gasp and act shocked by the location of your bag. Walking around the table, you dramatically throw it onto one of the chairs. 
Eddie looks up from his papers. “Y’know, they're gonna catch onto that eventually. There’s only so many times you can forget something before it becomes unconvincing.” He says, as he also walks along the border of the table, meeting you halfway.
“I have no idea what you are talking about,” you say coyly, briefly staring at his lips before looking back up at his deep brown eyes. “I am simply an incredibly forgetful person.” Taking the hint, Eddie circles his arm around your waist and pulls you in. He hovers his lips above yours, but right as you lean in to join them…
“Hell of a way to end a campaign, right?” He says leaning back with a poorly concealed grin on his face. You contemplate leaving the room entirely, you came in here to make out and all the man wants is for you to praise his campaigns. 
“Ehh, it was alright.” You watch his grin fall slightly, before he rebuild his cocky facade as he rebuttals:
“You're just mad I didn’t let you use Harm to its full extent against the undead.” 
“I could have saved Mike’s PC!” You exclaim. “The poor boy is heartbroken. Besides, I thought you might be a little more generous to your significant other but clearly I was wrong.” You cross your arms and turn away as though you are genuinely upset. However, you're the best Roleplayer in Hellfire club, so Eddie knows better than to take you seriously.
He steps forward and hugs you from behind. Turning his head toward your ear, he says “I’m sorry baby, how can I make it up to you?” in a soft voice. You turn in his arms and pretend to contemplate what he could possibly do. 
“A kiss, perhaps?” You say, looking up at him.
“Well,” he pauses to consider your offer. “For the horrendous crime of being a good DM, I suppose a kiss is a simple punishment to carry out.” Eddie finishes dramatically. Your face scrunches up as you go to scold him for implying that a kiss with you would be an unpleasant thing to undergo, but before you can get anything out he captures your lips. 
This isn’t the first time you kissed, far from it. Regardless, the man before you has a way of making everything seem magical, maybe it’s all that Tolkien he reads. One of his hands slowly moves from your lower back to cup the side of your face. His thumb keeps a consistent motion against your cheek as your lips shift against his. Your hands intertwine behind his head, lightly playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. 
He discreetly turns the both of you around before taking two steps forward. Resulting in you somewhat awkwardly running into the table and knocking over some miniatures Eddie used for the final battle. However, the battle map and any chance of damaging it had been long forgotten. 
You slide onto the table and Eddie settles between your legs. He leans over you as his hand on your back snakes under your shirt, pressing into your bare skin to bring your bodies impossibly closer. He lightly swipes his tongue against your lips, silently asking for permission he already knows he has. At the same time, his hand curls to bring his nails to your back. You moan at this new sensation, allowing him to explore past your flushed lips. 
Suddenly there’s a loud smack outside the door. Worried you’ve been caught, you separate from each other. When it becomes apparent the noise was a janitor dropping his mop, you both sigh and wait silently for the sound of the bucket and the man's footsteps to become more distant. 
“Well,” you say, clearing your throat. Eddie and you laugh for a moment before you start helping him to get the rest of his stuff packed away. 
“Can I, uh, drive you back home.” Eddie offers when you both finally gather your bags and begin the walk out to the parking lot. 
“Sure, but only if I get to play my music.” You respond.
“Oh GOD, NO!” Eddie says as the doors to Hawkins High close behind you.
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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader
Summary: Eddie promises you’ll go to four Thanksgivings dinners in one day.
A/N: Hello! Happy Thanksgiving for all who celebrate! I just wrote this little one shot for the holiday cause I think Eddie would promise to go to 4 different dinners if he was asked. I really hope you like this. I want you all to know how very thankful I am for all of you who read my work. Writing has absolutely become one of the best things I get to do. Thank you so much. I love you all.
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“Four Thanksgivings! You agreed to four Thanksgivings?” You exclaimed over your menu as you sat with Eddie and Wayne at the diner.
“Uh yeah, I might have babe.” Eddie said sheepishly as he avoided your eyes, his rings suddenly incredibly interesting.
“So it’s my family, the Henderson’s, Friendsgiving with Steve, Nancy, and Robin, and of course Wayne.” You listed, sending a soft smile the older man’s way when you got to his name. “That’s too much food Eddie!”
“It’s not too much! Come on babe! We’ve been training for this our whole lives, Olympic level eating. We can do it!” Eddie said, shooting you an encouraging smile.
“You two can skip the one with me, it’s okay.” Wayne said gently, looking up from his menu.
“No way, Wayne! You’re the most important one of them all!” You said, smiling at the small ghost of a smile that graced his face at your words. “We’ll make it work. Did you promise that we would make something for these too?” You asked, sending a pointed look at your boyfriend, who avoided your eyes again as he looked around the diner.
“I-uh- may have promised for you to make your famous apple pie.” He mumbled.
“For all of them?” You asked, your eyebrows raising.
“..yeah..”
“Eddie.” You scolded, pinching the bridge of your nose. “You’re helping me make them then, you jerk.”
“Of course, sweet pea.” He said, taking one of your hands from across the table and rubbing the back of it with his thumb. “It’s gonna be great, sweetheart.”
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“Cut the butter into the flour?” Eddie read, turning to you as you measured out the dry ingredients for the pie dough. “What does that mean? With like a knife?”
You were in the kitchen of your shared apartment, teaching Eddie how to make your pies since he was the one to offer it for you.
You made a hum of acknowledgment before looking up at him, raising a metal pastry blender up. “You use this to cut the butter into dough when you want something flaky.”
Eddie nodded before measuring the salt and dropping it into the flour mixture.
“Here, you should try.” You said, handing the blender to him.
“I don’t know babe.” He said warily. “Your pie is famous, I don’t want to mess it up.”
“I won’t let you.” You smiled before dumping the cubed pieces of cold butter into the flour. You placed the blender in his hand and then wrapped your hand around his while your other went around his waist.
You smiled up at him as he shot you an uncertain look. “I promise you won’t mess it up honey.” You said gently, receiving a nod from him. You helped him make the dough, avoiding his attempts to throw flour in your face that ended up just getting himself covered in flour.
Once the pies were in the oven Eddie turned to you, completely covered in flour. It was all down his front, there were smears along his face, and even some in his hair. How he managed that you didn’t know.
“Give me some sugar, sugar.” He said cheekily, gesturing for you to come into his arms.
“No way Romeo, not until you get that flour off of you.” You chuckled, backing away from him, accidentally bumping into the counter.
“Oh come on baby, you know I can’t live without your sweet, sweet, lovin’.” He beamed, stalking towards you slowly.
“Oh no you don’t, Munson!” You squealed as he lunged at you, causing you to bolt out of your kitchen and into your shared bedroom.
He caught you as you tried to shut the door on him, pulling you into his arms as he attacked your face with kisses.
“I. Fucking. Love. You.” He said in between hurried kisses before leaning down and capturing your lips in a searing kiss. “Mmm, we got like an hour on those pies right baby?” He gasped out, shooting you a devilish grin.
You bit your lip with a playful smile before nodding your head, letting him walk you back until you both collapsed on the bed.
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“God, I’m absolutely stuffed. I can’t believe you promised we’d go to four Thanksgivings in one day babe.” Eddie said as he laid on his back on the bed next to you, rubbing his very full belly as he did. You gasped before lightly slapping Eddie’s stomach. “Hey not the belly, you’re gonna make me puke.” He groaned with a chuckle.
“You’re the reason you feel the way you do Eddie Munson.” You scolded, snuggling into his side despite your harsh words.
“Yeah, I know. Sorry sweetheart. But wasn’t it worth it to see how happy everyone was today?” He asked as he wrapped his arm around you to bring you closer.
You beamed at that. The scary Eddie Munson, the one that the entire town was convinced was murdering students, was laying here talking about how he got to make the people most important to him happy. How anyone couldn’t see how absolutely sweet this man was still surprised you.
“Yeah it was pretty great. Though, it was funny to see Steve yell at you for how you plated the cranberry sauce.” You teased, leaving a light kiss to his cheek as you snuggled closer.
“It was the most logical way!” He exclaimed.
“I’ve already heard it baby, I don’t need to hear it again.” You laughed.
The two of you laid there in each others arms silently for a few minutes, both thinking about the events of the day.
You thought about the early dinner you had with Wayne before his shift and how he quietly told you both how thankful he was for you two.
The Friendsgiving you had with Steve, Nancy, and Robin, where you may or may not have heard Steve’s voice waver as he tried to tell you all how much you meant to him and how much it meant to him to have you all care about him, more than his family ever did.
The dinner with Dustin and his mom, where Dustin almost cried at the little speech Eddie gave in his honor, listening to his voice crack as he got out a “Thank you Eddie.”
And finally the dinner with your family, which was nothing too special but afterwards Eddie had told you that he had never had a family Thanksgiving as nice as that before. The ones he had as a kid always ended up with his parents fighting and his dad leaving with a slam of the door.
All in all, even though you were so stuffed you were sure you wouldn’t be able to even look at food tomorrow, this was one of the best Thanksgivings of your life.
“Hey Y/N?” Eddie said softly.
“Yeah, Eds?” You replied, angling your head on his shoulder to look at him as he turned to you.
“I’m most thankful for you. You’re the most amazing thing in my life.” He said, a gentle smile gracing his features.
“I’m so very thankful for you Eddie. I couldn’t imagine my life without you.” You smiled. You reached up to cup his face before capturing his lips in a slow, but passionate kiss. “Happy Thanksgiving Eddie.” You whispered against his lips.
“Happy Thanksgiving sweetheart.” He beamed, before kissing you again.
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Btw, this is how I think Eddie plated the cranberry sauce:
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sflow1234 · 6 months
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Say It Again [Eddie Munson x Fem Reader]
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⚠️! 18+ MDI ! ⚠️ Includes 18+ content: cursing, boob/nipple play, dry humping, lots of dirty talk, unprotected p in v (WRAP IT UP), light oral and handjob, creampie, breeding kink, mommy kink. Dom-ish reader, subby Eddie. (again not proofread sorry) (lmk if I forgot anything)
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Your six-month anniversary with Eddie was tonight, and you wanted to make sure it was real special. You even went as far as to go out and buy new lacey black bra with a very see through middle (that claimed it was "maximum push up"). It definitely did not disappoint, because when you tried it on in the fitting room you practically picture Eddie's slack jaw face.
It was not secret that he loved tits, especially yours, you found this out pretty early on into the relationship, and you can remember the moment like it was yesterday.
it went like this...
You had been at Eddie's trailer for a movie night, and it wasn't long until you ended up in his room. You'd only been together for a month or so. That meant your make-outs were usually spontaneous and stayed over the clothes. However this night was different.
His hands grazed under the hem of your shirt the moment you were bold enough to straddle him.
"Can I...can I take this off sweetheart?" he asked as he rubbed his thumb over you waist, eyes begging for a yes.
You slowly nodded, and just like that your shirt was discarded somewhere on the floor.
"Holy sh- god damn..." he gawked, not even ashamed at making absolutely no eye contact with you. His eyes were to busy tracing the curve of your tits that pushed out of the top of your bra. "This is my new favorite view."
You definitely weren't expecting this reaction. You were only in your most basic bra. But still his words made the corners of your mouth rise a bit.
"Wow you're such a fucking dork" you giggled, making your tits bounces a bit.
"Now just imagine how dorky I would be if I saw them without the bra..." he smirked up at you, finally tearing his eyes away from your chest.
"They don't look as good without the bra..." you say with a slight tinge of embarrassment in your voice.
"I don't see how that's possible." he brings a ring covered finger to play with the strap on your shoulder. The light graze making you shudder and clench around nothing.
"It's just... you know they... they're big so they aren't perky, they have stretch marks and...and what if you don't like them and-" your insecure ramble is cut off but a chuckle from him.
"Sweetheart you wound me." he brought his free hand to his chest in faux hurt. "I am about to see real, not in a magazine boobs! I would have to be one stupid motherfucker to complain about the way they look." He now slowly moved both hand down to your ass and pulled you down on his lap all the way. "You feel that, that's what you are doing to me right now"
Yours eyes widen and bit and you can feel your wetness growing against the hardest you have ever felt him.
"So please sweetheart, for the love of fuck take it off, I'm dying over here" he basically pouted up at you like a sad needy puppy. So after that you would have been a monster to not un hook your bra and let it fall. You tits hung low and heavy due to the size and they filled up the space between you and him. You felt him twitch under you.
"Oh my- holy- fuck" he stammered "I- I'm dead, I've gone to heaven, do you hear that angelic singing too" he rose a finger to under his eye, and pretending to wipe away a tear.
"Yeah you are definitely a total dork." you giggle and release a breath you didn't know that you were holding.
The next 30 minutes were Eddie exploring your chest. Squishing and molding them in his big ring covered hands. Holding them up then letting them fall so he could watch them move Experimenting with your nipples, pulling and twisting. Latching his mouth on each on, sucking, flicking, biting. The room filled with your moans at the new sensation he was giving you and his whined and excited boyish giggles. When he finally was done, you push your covered pussy on his bulge wanting more until you felt and watch patch as you moved.
"Did you..." you furrow your brow and look at him confused.
"Well when you put a perfect pair of tits in front of me and let me have free range of them, there is only one way that could end," he grinned like an idiot "but give me like five minutes and I can give you a proper thank you for blessing me these tonight." he leaned down a kissed the top of both of your breasts while looking up at you with a smirk.
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Ever since that night any make out or fuck with Eddie needed to have at least 30 minutes of foreplay where he pretty much worshiped your tits. Yet you could always tell he was holding back somehow, so tonight you were going to make sure he didn't.
The day went by painfully slow as you played over your plan in your mind. The plan being that after dinner with Eddie you were going to convince him to go to band practice (which he was adamite about not wanting go because "a good boyfriend would not ditch his girl on their 6 month anniversary), while he would be at practice you would shower, shave, put on your lotions, oil, makeup, and of course your new lacey purchase. You figured it would be a nice surprise for him.
After dinner it took you nearly 45 minutes to convice Eddie to go to practice.
"I'm telling you Eds, its fine...plus I need to get something ready" you say as he places his hands on your waist and sways you lightly back a worth and whines.
"But ,I was hoping we could you know...." he grips your waist a little harder and places his face in the crook of your neck grazing his teeth along your soft skin "please baby...whatever you have planned I'm sure it can wait."
"Mmm Eddie, I'm telling you I think you'll really like the surprise later tonight, but you can't get it unless you leave ok?"
With a some moans and some whines he reluctantly picks up some equipment and heads out the door but not before turning to you and saying "If this little surprise of yours doesn't involve me, you and the bed I'm gunna be pretty disappointed." You both chuckle as he gives you a kiss on the check and heads out the door.
Finally you can get ready. Eddie should be gone for at least 3 hours you thought.
After your full shower, you dry off and slip into your new purchase (somewhat cursing yourself for not getting a matching pair of panties). As you are about to start doing your makeup. You hear tires crunching on gravel outside of the trailer and the faint tune of some Ozzy song. "It's only been an hour and a half he can't be home already, right?" You think to yourself. But your question is answered when you hear keys clanking into the door. "Shit," you say to yourself. You scurry to put on a shirt, grabbing a discarded Iron Maiden shirt of Eddie's that was next to you on the floor, not even bothering with finding pants. Not that you had time anyways, Eddie was already bursting into his bedroom as you were pulling the shirt down over you, making you jump slightly.
"You're home early, isn't practice usually longer?" you smirk standing and walking over to him, the shirt falling to your mid thighs.
"Not tonight." he puts two strong hands on each of your ass cheeks and pulls you closer to him. "Anyways technically I did go to practice sooooo...my surprise when do I get it" he squeezes the fat of your ass in his hands as he wiggles his brows as you.
You smirk "Hmm thinking about me huh?" you trail your hands up his chest and wrap your arms around his neck "Don't worry I have something real special for you...get on the bed." You say the last part sternly that is makes his cock twitch in his jeans and he does what he's told.
You crawl on the bed next to him and let out a dark chuckle "Does that do something for you Eds, being told what to do?" You lean in closer as you say it, grazing your fingers along the outline of his solid cock that's painfully pressing into his jeans.
"F-fuck, Jesus H. Christ, keep talking like that and this will be over before it starts sweetheart." He squirms under your touch.
"Let me help you baby." you whisper seductively as you play with his belt loops. "Mm should I take this off? See how pretty that cock is for me huh?" You slowly slip his zipper down, slipping a hand inside of the denim palming him lightly through his boxers.
"Don't tease me baby, shit, p-please just-" A whimper escapes his mouth as he trys to speak but the words get stuck in his throat. "Just please..."
"Awe look at how cute you are like this Eds, all needy." You hook one leg around his waist to straddle him (his favorite position ever since that night). You continue to palm him before pressing your pussy on his clothed cock. "Mm already so hard for me, and those sounds... making me so wet baby."
His hands go to squeeze your thighs before slowly trailing up, trying to go under your shirt.
"Ah ah ah," you tsk "Not yet, good boys are patient Eds, and don't you want to be my good boy?" Your hips slowly grind over him and you trace one finger under his jaw to his chin, making him look at your pouty face.
"I- fuck- I" he stammers.
You let out a dark chuckle "Awe do you like being talked to like that, like being my needy boy, huh" Eddie nods franticly, his eyes fluttering shut as he feels the curve of your ass pushing on his cock. "Words Eddie, Use your words."
"Yes, fuck." He whines as he grips the fat of your thighs.
"Mm such a good boy for me, you deserve a reward for being such a good boy don't you?" Without giving him time to answer you slowly lift up your shirt, Eddie's shirt, finally revealing what both you and him have been waiting for. As you throw the shirt to the floor you grind your hips a bit hard, feeling every twitch beneath you, and you let your hands grip your own pretty, lotioned, pushed up tits. The soft flesh spilling from the cup and in between your fingers. "Mm, bought this just for you Eds, made my tits all pretty for you." You continue to grope your self as you hear him mumble something under his breath.
Yours eyes open and you tilt your head. "What was that baby, let me hear you."
Eddie's cheeks turned red, something you have never seen before.
"Oh fuucckkk, I- I said..."
"Words now." you rasp.
"Fuck I said mommy!" he whines out his cock jumping under you "Shit sorry, its just, fuck..."
"Say it again." You grab his hands and bring them to your lacey chest, holding them there.
"Mmm jesus fuck, Mommy." He squeezes and pushing your chest around whines leaving his mouth. "Please stop teasing fuck."
"That's my good boy, fuck I need you, gunna let me use you?" You slip a hand down into his boxers to shimmy them down.
"Please, fuck use me like a toy please."
His cock now fully free, springing up and tapping on his happy trail. You'll never get tired of seeing it, you'll never get tired of feeling it either.
"Wanna be used huh, beg me for it, show me how bad you want it." Moving off his lap slightly to take your bottoms off, the grabbing the bottom of his shaft, slowly starting to pump him in your hand.
"Oh fuck please please, I just want to be inside you, fuck sweetheart" The red slit of his cock starting to leak. "I wanna...ah... I wanna suck your tits as your ride me, please baby!"
At this point he is a whiney moaning mess and you just can't deny him any long. You give his cock a small kiss on the tip before moving back up to him gliding your hands under his shirt as you move. Once his faded tee is pulled over his head, you can't help yourself. You have to take a second and admire him. His lean body was littered with dark ink. You trail your eyes from his thin happy trail, to each tattoo, fully taking him in.
You are pulled out of your trance by him putting one hand on your ass and the other on your tit, pulling you fully back into his lap.
"I'm not waiting anymore... I fucking need you...please"
"So fucking needy" Reaching in between you grab his aching cock and slide the tip through your dripping cunt. "Feel that baby, all for you"
"Shit, please, let me be inside of you, I've been s'good, fuck" his words slur togheter and his head tips back. You take this opportunity to attack his neck, laying sloppy kisses up and down it as you slowly sink on him. You both let out a whine as you let him fill up inch by inch.
"S'tight, damn, such a perfect pussy, sucks my cock in so well." He breaths out still with his head back. You lean back from his neck and cup both sides of his face and force him to look at you.
"Yeah am I tight? I want to be even tighter, I want you to fill me up till there is no more room left for your cock." The room starts to fill with the sound of wet slaps of his balls hitting your soaked pussy.
"Fast, fuck me fast, s'good mommy, please, yes fuck so tight, make my cock feel so good, wanna fill you up, watch my cum pour out. AH GOD, Fuck mommy just like that bounce on my dick shit I-"
You cut him off by shoving his face into your chest. "You said you wanted to suck on my tits while I ride you didn't you baby?"
He nods into your tit, muffling his whines and reaching his hands behind, the pads of his fingers unhooking the only barrier between him and his two favorites things.
Once freed, he places one hand strongly a breast, squeezing so hard. You know his rings will leave a nice mark there later, but you could not care less. Your other breast is now trapped in his hot mouth as he continues to whimper and whine around your nipple. His expert fucking tounge swirling the way you like.
You gasp out "Yes baby, just like that, fuck they're all yours, ah god!"
You could feel the knot starting to loosen in the pit of your stomach as you get closer to your orgasm.
"Fuck Eds, m'so close!" You bounce faster making it harder for him control your tits.
Releasing your chest from his mouth, now you cupping both in his hands, he starts to buck his hips up into you. The tip of him hitting your cervix.
"Yeah baby, m'gunna come too, gunna fill you, ah s'good baby, such a pretty pussy, such pretty tits." His previous whines are now turned to grunts as he thrusts up into you. "Look at them bouncing for me, even when they're cupped in my hands fuuuuckk...oh I'm gunna cum!"
"That right baby, be a good boy and cum in me."
At this point your bouncing and his thrust have no rhythm, just pure frenzied movement as you both chase you high.
"Fuck mommy! Shit I'm cumming, can you feel me filling you up!?" His head falls into your chest and you clenched around him and felt his hot ropes paint your velvet walls. Both of your slicks mixing together.
You sit there in his lap for a bit more, his cock still nestled deep into you. Both of you pant, Eddie's head planting soft kissing on the top of your breast while you rest your chin on the top of his head.
After some time you slowly slide off him, grimacing at the sudden loss of his perfect cock and the feeling of all the fluids flowing out of your stretched hole.
Leaning back, he looks at you and says, still a bit breathless...
"Fuck baby, you should wear that little number every fucking day, you have the prettiest titis I've ever seen." He wraps a strong arm around your waist a pulls you closer. Your chest press and spreading against him. "Prettiest. Fucking. Tits." He makes sure to punctuate each words. One kiss on one boob, the next word on the next boob, and the final word with a deep kiss on the lips.
You can't help but to giggle at your favorite dork.
"Happy Anniversary boobie boy." You smile down at him, tucking a stray curl out of his flushed face.
"I'll happy accept that title."
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sweetyyhippyy · 1 year
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Getting a Ring. Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader. *FLUFF*
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Summary: Eddie finally gives his girlfriend the one thing she’s been wanting.
TW: Talk of marriage. Tooth rotting fluff.
Word Count: 811
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“I will, once you put a ring on my finger.”
She would say with a smirk on her face at whatever request he had for her that was “above her relationship status”, as she called it. It was always a joke she threw at him, with a hint of truth behind it.
Eddie would bite back a smile as he looked back at her with his eyebrows raised before shaking his head and just dropping the conversation.
Of course Eddie always planned on proposing. He knew within 3 dates that she was going to be his wife one day.
But they were only 17 at the time, as far as he was concerned the only time you got married at 17 was if the girl was pregnant. He wanted to experience life with her after they got done with school, which unfortunately took longer for him than expected.
But she never left even the second or third year he went through his senior year. She would help him study and was his biggest cheerleader and always made him believe that he could do it, even if he didn’t think he could.
Eddie had the ring hidden away for a few weeks now, waiting for her to use her famous phrase so he could surprise her. He knew that if he planned something, he wouldn’t be able to contain himself and somehow blab his plan before the day.
They were both sprawled out on the couch, 4 hours deep at this point. She had her head laid in the middle of his chest, her arm wrapped around his waist while his fingers were lightly scratching her shoulder.
“Babe, since you’re on top, can you bring me a beer?” Eddie says in his best sweet voice he could put on considering he didn’t want to be the one to get up.
“No! I’m comfy!” She whines, shaking her head in protest.
“Please? I’ll give you a kiss.”
“Eddie,” She whines the ‘e’ at the end of his name dramatically. “No! I don’t wanna get up.”
Eddie sighs loudly, moving them both around to slightly piss her off. “Baby, c’mon. Please? I’ll give you whatever you want.”
She picks her head up and narrows her eyes at him. “Yeah? Well you know what I want, put a ring on my finger and I’ll get you a beer.”
There it was.
Eddie bit back a smile as he spoke. “Just get up. I’ll get it.”
She huffs out a laugh, sitting up and throwing herself on the other side of the couch, thinking she won.
Eddie gets off the couch, heading back to their room sneakily to grab the ring box from inside his guitar case. He grabs the black velvet box, putting it in the waistband of his pants before walking back to the main room where she had taken his original spot on the couch. He sits in between her legs, his back resting against her torso.
“Where’s your beer?” She asks, a hint of sass in her voice but a smile on her face.
“I actually got something better than a beer.”
She cocks her head to the side, not sure where he was going with what he had just said.
“I hope you know that I love you, and that if I had the money back then, I would have done this a long time ago.” He takes the box out of his pants and opens it, looking back at the ring he had bought a few weeks ago with a smile on his face. “Will you please marry me?” He turns the box around and shows her the silver band ring with a small circular diamond in the middle.
Her eyes grow watery as she sees the ring in the box, her jaw hanging open in shock. “Eddie,” She whispers, catching his soft eyes looking at her. “Are… are you serious?”
Eddie takes the ring out of the holder and places it between his pointer finger and thumb, showing it off to her. “I’m very serious.” His own voice quivering.
“You sure you’re not doing this just to shut me up?”
“Like I said baby, if I had the money back then, we would already have been married for 4 years by now and a whole little army of kids.”
They both chuckle at his comment, staring back at the ring.
“Eddie, I don’t know what to say.” She sniffles.
“Well I’m hoping for a yes.” He jokes, a smile on his face. “Here, you want to put it on?”
She offers him her left hand, watching as he slides the ring down her finger, fitting perfectly around her finger.
“Look at that, it fits like a glove.” Eddie beams with pride in himself. “So, what do you say? You want to grow old and gray with me?”
“I do.”
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munsonshair · 9 months
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he’s so kissable.
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Wait- what if bimbo reader was actually more of the cold and uptight type. Hyperfem and naive but has walls pushing people away. But by some miracle starts dating yandere!Eddie who burrows himself into her heart until she cant live without him, hes the only one she can trust. Makes her his little baby that only needs Daddy. Always has to hold hands with Eddie or be in his lap to feel safe. Basically bimbofication but reader was always a bimbo at heart, just pretended she wasnt to protect herself
:,)) <333
CW: bimbofication, daddy!eddie, ddlg dynamics, yandere!eddie babies reader, pacifer usage, fluff, crying, dark!eddie, little!reader, littlespace, eddie picks reader up/carries her
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you're a top student, but eddie can see past that. you're tired, and you need someone to take care of you because you're so busy takin' care of everyone else. he knows what you need, and even if it takes a little time to get your defenses down, he will succeed.
but !! but !! but!! imagine eddie just plants himself in your subconcious (and heart) so when your feeling upset or sad you just think of him and wanting him to comfort you <//33
he gives you a big hug in the morning before school, taking a deep breath in as he smells your scent, his heart fluttering in his chest.
he starts to do small things to baby you before you begin dating. like for example, trying to force you into your 'little mindset' so you can be open to him caring for you.
at first you were stubborn, "no, eddie i can do it myself!" you would huff, but eddie could hear that little whine in your voice. he knew he was getting somewhere.
he'll call you nicknames like, "baby" on a normal basis, but when he starts calling you "sweetheart, princess, 'my little___"" you begin to feel yourself slip.
even when you begin dating, your walls are still up.
but as you begin to slip further and further, he'll drive you away from your friends saying things to you like, "i'm the only one you can trust, sweetheart,,you don't have to be someone everyone else wants you to be around me." and "they don't understand you like i do, princess. you're my little baby an' you need me to take care of you.."
he can sense your walls starting to crumble but one specific night, everything changes.
you call him, crying.
"a-an' then, she jus' yelled at me! 'm so tired, eds," you whimper, and eddie can feel his heart break, but he also knows that right now is the perfect time.
"poor thing," he murmurs, and you can feel your mind get that familiar fuzziness, except now it's intense. "y'wanna come over, baby? we can watch a movie an' i'll take real good care of you.."
you sniffle, "y-yeah, da--eds, i--- 'm gonna go now, mk?" you slur, and eddie could hear it. he could practically taste the word that is sitting so heavily on your tongue, just begging to fall out.
"m'okay, sweetheart, be careful--i'll see you in a few.."
"m'kay, an' when i get there can we cuddle n' stuff?" he can tell your shy about it, probably fidgeting with the phone chord.
"'f course, princess. we can do anything you want."
you nod, although he can't see it. "m'kay eds, m'gonna go now, okay?"
eddie laughs softly, "yeah, princess, i'll see you soon."
you both say your goodbyes and hang up.
once you get to eddie's he embraces you tightly as you hiccup over sobs into his chest.
he kisses the top of your head before pulling your face back gently with his hands.
you feel so..tiny.
"let's getcha all nice n' cozy m'kay, sweet girl?"
you nod, sniffling as he swipes your tears with the pad of his thumbs gingerly.
he changes you into his Hellfire Club shirt, kissing your forehead once your head pops out of the material.
you giggle when he steals small kisses from you, brushing stray hairs away from your seraphic face.
the night progresses and eventually, he can tell your holding back on calling him what you really wanna call him.
"da--uhm, e-eds can you hold me, please?" your voice is unintentionally higher and whinier than it usually is, so he can tell your really fighting being fully submerged in your 'littlespace' mindset.
he's cradling your head, his body leaning on his bent arm on his bed, his hand cradling your face as he looks at you softly, making your body feel like mush.
"'s okay to call me whatcha wanna call me, sweetheart, i know you want to.." his voice is alluring and kind and gentle and you so badly want to give in but that pesky wall is still there; even if it is about a few inches high at this point.
you whine, your bottom lip trembling as he kisses it to calm you, "can you relax for me, bunny, hm? do as daddy says, he knows what's best for your little head.."
that's what does it.
"d-daddy, wanna cuddle lots tonight.."
your cheeks are red as he praises you softly with, "that's my good girl, my little baby.."
and from that night on, you felt so deeply connected to eddie that you would follow him around everywhere like a little lost puppy (one morning he woke up having to pee, and you felt him remove his arms slowly so then that resulted in you waking up as well. so, you grabbed your teddy bear with heavy, sleepy eyes, holding eddie's hand as you both walked to the bathroom.).
you're always sitting on his lap, and he buys you cute little onesies and pacies and toys to aid your little side.
one night your hair is in cute little pigtails, a pink pacifier in between your pouted lips, your cute little baby blue onesie on (not the ones with the long sleeves and long pants, the ones with the sort of underwear cut that buttons under the crotch and with the short sleeves).
you're playing with your pink bunny eddie got you when he came home one saturday afternoon. eddie's sitting across from you, legs spread open as he fidgets with a little doll he gifted you (this man is constantly spoiling you). he's looking and admiring your child-like happiness, watching you play with your toy as you sit on your haunches.
you crawl into his space, on all fours as your face is right in front of his.
"hi, princess," he coos, and you wrap your arms around his neck, his big hands going to your waist as you hug him. "lub you." you muffle, nuzzling your head into his neck.
he kisses your shoulder, "i love you too, sweet girl."
you let go of him and turn around, lying your head back on his chest, his left arm extended behind him and holding him up, your pink rabbit forgotten as you fidget with his rings.
you twiddle with his hand, rubbing your fingers gently over the calluses on his palm making eddie want to fucking cry.
oh and don't get me started on the fact that when you both are out with like Steve, Nancy, Robin, or something how you literally cling onto him like a koala.
you whimper into his neck when you want his attention on you. you're always sitting on his lap and holding his hand and it's now hard for you to even go to a class where he isn't apart of the roster of students in that period.
when you both come home from school, he takes a bath or shower with you when you mumble out a, "need daddy."
he makes you feel safe, calm, and happy.
he tells you that you don't need to think with your little brain, because daddy'll think for you.
he knows what's best for you and he loves you deeply.
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