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ghost-proofbaby · 3 months

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a simple life (e.m.)

summary: you try to clean your depression room while eddie's over, but he keeps distracting you.

warnings: none except mentions of a dirty room and panties. also... a lot of nicknames. womp womp. not edited.

pairing: eddie munson x gn!reader

wc: 1.4k+

a/n: just a little sweet something i wrote thinkin' about eddie while i took on the task of finally cleaning my depression room after a few months of putting it off. idk. this is boring. i'm sorry.

“Where did you even get this postcard?”

“Eddie.”

“Or what about this choker? Is that a bat? It’s a- oh my God, babe. Why don’t you ever wear this? This is hot.”

Originally, you had thought it was a good idea. Invite Eddie over, allow the body-doubling tactic to work its magic, and voila – you’d finally have the clean room you’d been talking about achieving for weeks now, within a few hours.

“Baby,” you scold, trying to reach across the bed to snatch the necklace he’d found out of his hands. It proves to be difficult, a small pile of laundry you’d been folding hindering you.

“Sweetheart,” he mimics right back, quick to hold the necklace out of your reach, as if you were anyone near from stealing it back from him.

“I asked you to come over to help me, not distract me,” you sigh, crossing your arms and trying to look as pitiful as possible. When you’d first invited him over, you’d assured him that he needn’t lift a single finger. You didn’t want him here to help by aiding in throwing away any of the trash that had begun to litter your desk or taking any dirty plates to the kitchen. No, the intention had been him helping with his mere presence – quiet presence. He was supposed to be working on a new campaign for Hellfire, not being so damn nosey and going through the few items you’d tossed onto the bed from the floor, “I just recently bought that necklace, I haven’t had a chance to wear it.”

His eyes light up mischievously, a small grin tugging at his lips, “Why not wear it now, then? Perfect opportunity, yeah?”

“I’m not fulfilling any slutty maid fantasies you have, Eddie.”

“What if I say please?”

You huff and decide to give up the fight about the necklace, returning back to the laundry before you. You were almost done. You were almost done after a full day of cleaning. If your adorably curious boyfriend would just stop picking at your belongings, you’d probably be able to finish within the hour.

He stands from the small space on your bed he had made for himself, a nest of sorts that he had taken from simply curling up into for a ‘nap’ (which never happened’ to sitting up as he had just been as he clearly grew more bored with each passing moment. “Want some help with folding?”

“You just want an excuse to get your grubby hands on my underwear,” you grumble, folding a shirt with slightly more vigor to emphasize your point.

You’re right, of course. The first article of clothing he grabs is a pair of lacy black panties.

“Guilty,” he coos jokingly, but to your surprise, he actually folds the lingerie. Neatly, at that. With careful hands, he folds it even nicer than you would have in your haste, going as far as walking to your dresser and putting it away into the correct drawer. And then, he takes it a step further, and begins to put away the other clothing you’d already neatly wrapped up, suddenly depleting the mountain of laundry by half, “You know, I don’t mind helping you clean.”

“I already told you, you’re helping by bein-” you start to protest, hands grabbing at a random jean leg but not quite yanking it from the pile.

He’s quick to interrupt you, taking that pair of jeans right from you, “I don’t want to just lay there while you do all the work, contrary to all the sources that say men enjoy that.”

His face isn’t quite as taunting as it had been moments before. Some of the joking has vanished, replaced by something more serious yet somehow softer. The jeans are slung over his arms, neatly halved twice before he sets them to the side and looks at you.

Your shame is palpable, though. You’d just gotten over the embarrassment of having him over when your room would get this filthy. Disastrous in the worst of ways. Dirty clothes strewn everywhere, plates left for days on any surface you could find in your laziness, coke cans and random trash littering the floor. It was embarrassing. You know he had promised to love you through the good and the ugly, but this was far uglier than he could have ever imagined signing up for.

It was bad enough to have him see it, let alone clean it.

“It’s embarrassing,” you finally say quietly. His head tilts, so adorable it tugs at all your heart strings, and you take it as your queue to continue in a near whisper, “It’s gross - I’m gross.”

“Sweetheart, have you even seen my room?” he scoffs. He’s quick to shove some of the clean clothes up into a pile just enough that he can take a seat at the corner of your bed, quickly reaching out to grab your hands and guide you between his spread legs, “Shit happens. Life gets stressful, work gets busy, sometimes we just don’t feel like cleaning up. Shit happens,” his thumb is sweeping soothingly over your knuckles, clearing the impending storm you hadn’t even been aware of. Maybe he hadn’t either – a naturally caring and comforting aura has always been his thing rather than yours, “Out of everyone in this world, I am the least qualified to judge you.”

You don’t really understand it. How he can sit there, looking up at you so dreamily when the two of you are situated in the middle of your still unkempt room, your neck still chilled with a layer of sweat and your hair tumbling out of the bun you hadn’t properly secured. But he is. He’s looking at you not as if he doesn’t see the mess, both of the room and of yourself, but as if he does and simply doesn’t care.

“Besides,” his lips are splitting with another grin, his hands squeezing your hands three times, “It’s kind of domestic. ‘M kind of into it.”

“Me? Doing laundry?” you snort, blinking away any fears that had crept up. It’s hard to feel inadequate with his eyes on you, spilling so many sweet nothings like it’s just another casual Tuesday conversation and not the fuel to your beating heart, “Didn’t you just say you don’t want to just sit and-”

“Us,” he cuts you off in correction, “Us doing laundry.”

“You… like the thought of doing laundry with me?” you say slowly, carefully, unsure of the words as they fall from your lips.

Doing laundry sounded like the least romantic thing the two of you could ever partake in.

“I like the thought of doing laundry with you,” he repeats with a nod, “I like the thought of doing laundry with you, of doing dishes together after we just made the world's most mediocre dinner ever, of you complaining when I won’t get up so you can make the bed on the weekend,” he tugs you even closer. You have no choice but to let a knee fall to each side of his hips, straddling his lap as he wraps his arms around you and he leans forward to press a chaste kiss to one of your collar bones, “Call me cheesy. I like the thought of a simple life, but only if it’s with you.”

Something warms inside of you. The thought of a life of simplicity, of lazy mornings and boring afternoons, all brightened up by the boy in front of you. A boy who creates magical worlds with his words on a weekly basis, a boy obsessed with fantasy novels and all things adventurous, who wants his greatest life adventure to just be a mundane lifetime with you.

You can imagine it would be anything but mundane with Eddie, but the tranquility still exists and blankets the two of you.

You lift a hand, carding it through his scalp, careful not to let your fingers snag on his messy curls, “Does this mean you’ll do your taxes with me next week?”

With a quick snort, he buries his face into your chest, shaking his head furiously, “Don’t push it, sweetheart.”

You know he will, though. He’ll help you fold the laundry, he’ll help you wash the dishes, and he’ll certainly sit through the dreadful hours of doing taxes if they’re spent with you.

A few beats of silence. His arms have wrapped just right so that his warm palm presses into your lower back, the other hand tracing a mindless circle over your shirt a few inches higher. Your breathing matches his, fingers rubbing a matching pattern into his scalp that has him humming periodically.

The laundry will get done eventually, but it can wait. For now, you just want to hold your boy, and let him hold you.

“It’s a date,” he finally gives in, voice muffled, making you smile widely, “I’ll light candles and everything, sweetheart.”

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#my writing #ghost's stories #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #this is so boring lmao my bad #i do believe he'd be such a lil nuisance if i was trying to clean with him in the room #this was written in under an hour and definitely not edited my bad #just wanted to stretch my legs with our favorite metalhead idk #look at me #finally writing and posting again #ooooooooo #i want a simple life with him please

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munsonhoneybaby · 9 months

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Too Much in Common | Series Masterlist

✩ ♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Summary: (Eddie Munson X F!Henderson!Reader) After meeting the Dungeon Master of your adopted little brother's D&D club, you find that the two of you have some shared interests. As you spend more and more time sneaking around together, telling Dustin about your relationship becomes a growing concern.

Word Count: 22.5k (three main chapters)

General Warnings: 18+ mdni, frequent drug use (marijuana), metalhead!stoner!reader, fwb to lovers type relationship, smut, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), p in v (protected and unprotected), subspace

A/N: I consider the main series complete with these three chapters, but my requests are always open for these two !! There are a lot of details, backstory, ideas, etc. that got left out to keep the word count from getting too unreasonable, so I'd be happy to expand a little bit if that's what people want !!

main series

chapter one - Too Much in Common

chapter two - Dustin Doesn't Know

chapter three (finale) - Sweet Leaf

blurbs + headcanons

‘I Love You’s

Meeting Wayne

The Fishnet Promise

Becoming a Henderson

#too much in common #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x henderson!reader #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x henderson!reader smut #eddie munson x f!reader smut #stoner!reader #masterlist #henderson!reader #eddie munson x stoner!reader #eddie munson x metalhead!reader #metalhead!reader

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callisto00 · 2 years

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Squish

#eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson #joe quinn #st4 #joseph quinn #stranger things 4 #what a cutie #eddie munson my beloved metalhead

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ryan-waddell11 · 4 months

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he just wanted an excuse to make his hair blow in the wind

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leasstories · 5 days

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Dream girl

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

No trigger warning, reader is smaller than Eddie but no physical descrpition

WC: 1.1K

02.17.1988, Square Arena, Indianapolis

Today is the highlight of your month, your year even. This is finally the day of Dio, your favorite band ever, and Megadeth’s concert. You arrived early to check the merch stand. You found a beautiful Dio shirt, a Holy Diver one. Exactly the same design as the cover of the album. You are super hyped up and excited by this concert. You are also super grateful Duo had a show so close to your hometown.

Your tour of the merch stands over, you go into the venue. You stand right behind a guy with a mop of curly hair. He is wearing a jean vest with a beautiful Dio’s Last in Line patch on the back. You are a bit jealous of his jacket to be honest. You can see that the patch was homemade from a tee-shirt, and you are jealous not to be a hand-craft person. The light turns off and the concert starts. The guy with the Dio vest is a little taller than you, meaning you don’t really see the stage.

You ponder on what to do for a few minutes when you come up with the idea of asking him if ypi could pretend to know each other so you can be closer to the stage, and maybe see more of the show. It is currently Megadeth playing so you don’t mind not seeing and just listening but when it will be Dio’s turn, you want to be able to listen and see. That’s how, from its own accord your body starts moving towards the mop of curls. You tap on his shoulder. The guy turns around and he looks breath taking. The first thing you notice about him are his big brown eyes. The guy is a perfect mix between Eddie Van Halen and Kirk Hammet. Translation? He is totally your type. You notice several pin’s from metal bands and he is wearing a Megadeth tee.

“Yeah?” he asks curious as to why you tapped on his shoulder.

“C-” you clear your throat. “Can I… um… can we pretend we are together? So I can have a better views of the stage?” you ask, unusually shy.

“Of course,” the man answers, taking your hand and pulling you right next to him.

“I’m Eddie.” He says, handing out his hand for you to shake. You shake his hand, giving him your own name in return. You have been a bit taken aback by his name as you just compared him to Eddie Van Halen in your mind, but you keep your thoughts to yourself.

“Metal fan?” you ask, wincing at your stupid question. Of course he is, you are at a metal concert and the guy wears his music taste on him.

“Yeah, you?” he asks kindly but a bit amused by the question.

“Yeah,” you breathe out, none of you is paying attention to Megadeth playing, too entranced in your new found companionship.

“It’s my first metal concert.” You confess to him.

“Then, I’ll be your guide in the metal concert world.” Eddie says in his Dungeon Master’s voice.

“You are quite the storyteller, I see.” You say flirtatiously.

“Eddie Munson, humble Dungeon Master of the Hellfire Club in Hawkins.” Eddie says, slightly bowing.

“A D&D club I presume?” you ask.

“You know D&D?” Eddie asks, baffled.

“I know it’s uncommon for girls, but I used to play before my party moved out for college.” You answer truthfully.

“You should come for one of my holiday one shot.” Eddie says excitedly.

“With pleasure.” You say, matching Eddie’s excitement.

Eddie and you both turn back to the stage, to watch the concert. Eddie admire your body swaying to the music. He can’t stop thinking about how you are his dream girl. He doesn’t believe one second that he will see you after tonight, so he is planning to enjoy your company tonight.

Then, when Dio comes to the stage, Eddie can see your face light up and finds it adorable. During the entirety of the concert, his eyes are fixated on you, screaming the words for each song.

At the end, Dio starts throwing their guitar picks at the crowd and Eddie instinctually picks you up to help you get one, which you do.

You are super excited about it and when Eddie puts you down, you turn to him and hand him the guitar pick.

“Keep it.” Eddie says, shaking his head.

“But you did all the work!” you say.

“I want you to keep it,” Eddie says with a smile. “So you’ll remember me.”

“How could I forget you.” You say sincerely.

While Eddie and you keep talking, the band leaves the stage and the crowd starts leaving. Everyone, except you and Eddie goes towards the exit. None of you want this night to be over. You want time to stop and you want to stay together for a little longer.

“Wanna go grab some food?” Eddie asks. “I saw a McDonald right next to the venue.”

“With pleasure. I’m starving.” You say, smiling.

Eddie and you leave the venue, the McDonald is full so Eddie suggest to take away and eat in the back of his van which you gladly accept. While you wait for your order, Eddie learns more about you and you learn that he is the lead guitarist and singer in a band. He tells you he plays in a dive bar in his town every Tuesday and you suggest that you should watch him play once.

“What?” Eddie asks. “You would drive all the way to Hawkins to watch little ol’ me play?” he asks, surprised.

“Of course Eddie. In case you haven’t noticed I really like you.” You say while taking the bags of food and walking towards Eddie’s van.

“I really like you too.” Eddie says while opening the back doors of his van. “Here give me the bags.” He says which you do.

You both sit in the back of the van and eat your food in comfortable silence. Once you’ve finished eating, you take a napkin and write your phone number on it.

“Call me.” You tell him with a smile.

“I will.” Eddie says nodding. “I really enjoyed spending time with you, and I want to do it again.”

“Me too.” You say smiling.

Here’s how Eddie and you met, two nerdy metalheads meeting at a Dio concert. Your dream is to meet Dio in order to thank them for giving you the opportunity to meet the love of your life. Here’s the story you will tell your children when they ask how mommy met daddy.

Taglist: @abellmunsonmovie

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson lives #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x metalhead reader

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satanprotectsme · 1 year

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Baby's First Heat

Alpha!Eddie Munson x Omega!Reader - Smut

A/N This is the first smut I'm posting onto here so I really hope it's okay!! There isn't much plot... but who cares!

Summary: With Eddie being a couple years older than you, he presented as an alpha a while ago. Along with your presentation as an omega, came your first heat. Eddie's there to coach you through it.

Warnings: A/B/O, pain kink, biting kink, piv sex, oral f!receiving, breeding kink, established relationship,

wc: 1.5k

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I wasn’t been able to lull myself to sleep at all last night, my body incalescent. I tore my nightgown off, assuming it was just another torrid, Indiana night, until it got worse. There was hot, sultry, slick pouring out of my pussy. I reach my hand between my legs. I had no clue what was going on with me, but it was 2 in the morning, and that was the solution.

But now it's about 10 am, and I've been rubbing my dripping folds for hours. Mewls wrestling their way past my lips, racking my whole body along with them. I shove my face into Eddie's worn out Metallica t-shirt, tightly clamping my thighs together.

He only goes to school like, once a week, and it had to be today? My phone ringing startles me, making me hurtle myself out of bed. Pulling it to my ear, the voice on the other side makes even more slick pour between my legs.

"Sweetheart? You told me you'd be at school today, where are you? I only came to see-"

"Eds," I breathe. "Please come over, need you s' bad."

"Being horny is not an excuse to not come to-"

"I think I-I presented Eddie, please, it- it hurts so fucking bad," I sob, my biceps quivering at my feeble attempt to hold myself up.

"Oh shit, I knew something was up last night. Give me ten minutes, tops," the phone buzzed as he hung up. I couldn't hold myself upright long enough to place it on the reciever, the coil keeping it from slamming against the floor.

God, how could ten minutes feel like years? My humility dead and buried six feet under, I start to rut my weeping cunt on the duvet. My clit's red and raw, the knit fabric creating a throbbing feeling on my heat . Clamping the ear of my big teddy between my teeth, I try to hold back the pathetic noises from leaving my lips.

When I hear a tap on my window, I squeak. I reach over and unlock it, my body not having enough power to push it open for him. He crawls through, hurridly kicking his boots off.

"Fuck, your slick smells so sweet, nectarous, sweetheart " Eddie sighs, pulling me close. With one hand tangled in my hair, and one on my mound, he pushes me to the bed. “Shoulda’ called me earlier Omega, what if another Alpha smelt you from outside?”

“S-sorry Eddie,” I whine softly into his ear, he laughs softly.

“I bet you’d let any Alpha in here to satiate you, to imprint you with his scent, yeah?” He caresses my thighs, awaiting my response.

“No Alpha! Only wan’ you Eds, you‘re the only Alpha I want please!” I wail, grabbing his head and pulling him into me.

Our lips slam together, our teeth clashing in the process, but care and inhibition were thrown out the window. My heads fuzzy. Eddie’s musky, forest scent coalesces beautifully with my sweet, vanilla aroma, emobodying our dynamic. Unravelling our lips, they drift down to my neck, not hesitating to sink his canines into the flesh. His tongue traces the marks buried in my flesh. Deep, chocolate eyes, hazy with lascivousness, gaze up at me. "Can I taste you, baby?"

"Please Alpha! 'S all I want, please!" I whine, wrapping my fingers into his hair. Eddie pulls his jacket off and brings himself face level to my folds. As slick pours out of me, Eddie presses his face against my thigh, inhaling my aroma. He sucks a small, violet mark into my inner thighs, running his tongue higher and higher until he reaches my heat. When he flattens his tongue against my pussy, I can't help but to squeal, pushing Eddie's head closer to my cunt. A single tear rolling down my face, I wrap my legs around his head.

"You taste so fucking good, my Omega, taste even sweeter than you smell," He sighs before sucking my clit between his lips. His saccharine words make more slick release from my cunt, my body behaving without input. Pushing two fingers between my folds, his tongue flicks my clit back and forth in a hypnotic pattern. A moan gets caught in my throat when I feel his fingers bruise my g-spot.

I couldn’t tell if it was because of my desperate frenzy, but this was the best head he’s ever given me. With my hands tangled in his curls, I tug on his hair. He growls and bites down on my clit. I whimper and wrap my legs around his head.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum my alpha! Can I? Please?"

"Of course my Omega, cum all over my face," The second I process his permission, slick pours from my folds as I howl, grinding my cunt on his lips. My cum squirts from between my folds, spattering all over Eddie's face. He moans, eyes rolled back into his skull. "Good girl, my sweet and perfect omega."

"Thank you Alpha!" I pull him by his hair so I can press a hot kiss on his lips, something that had been overlooked until now. When my tongue tangles with his, I can taste my own cum. I whine into his mouth. He pulls away from me, unbuckling his belt. The second his clothes are off, I'm pulling him back into my embrace, yearning for the feeling of my alpha's skin against mine. He grinds his cock against my soaked thighs. I hold his shoulders, pushing my hips into his.

"You want this cock, Omega?" He growls into my ear. I whimper, hastily nodding my head. “Use your words, gorgeous.”

"Please Alpha! It hurts so bad! I need ur big cock stuffed inside of me! Need you to knot me and fill me with your babies! Please!” I beg and plead. Eddie just chuckles and starts pushing the tip in, finally mounting me. The insert definitely burns, his dick stretching my cunt to its limits, but the slick helped him slip in. When his sack pressed against me, he stills, licking away the tears that are streaming along my hot, roseate complexion. The hormones blurring his judgement, Eddie immediately starts thrusting his cock in and out of my cunt. The pornographic squelching sounds are almost as loud as my moans.

Enfolding me in his embrace, I scratch my nails down Eddie’s spine, he growls in my ear. My face buried in his neck, his musk deluging my senses, a thick fog clouding my senses. Barely holding my eyes open, I pull myself back, wanting to stare into Eddie’s eyes. His salacious gaze keeping me still, a smirk drawn perfectly on his lips. A primal growl leaves his lips as he reaches down to rub my clit.

"You're doing so good my little Omega, being such a good girl for her first heat," Eddie praises me. I nod, wanting to thank him, but all I can do is babble with each thrust of his hips. "Want me to mark you up? Imprint you so no other alpha will ever come near you? Want everyone to know you belong to me?"

"Please Alpha! C-claim me! Mark me with your scent!" I wail. A carnal, animalistic howl rips through Eddie's chest as he grips my waist, pulling me down onto his cock. I replace his finger, that was once on my clit with my own. "Fuck, Alpha! Can I cum? W-wanna cum all over your dick. Want you to fill me with your knot, please!"

"Cum for me, omega, gonna fill you up. My scent is going to be leaking off of you for days," With his permission, the speed on my clit is hurried, trying to rush myself to the edge.

"Thank you Alpha!" I moan, holding him close as I convulse. Wrapping my legs around him, I enclose him between my thighs, clasping him as his knot expands inside of me. Gasping for air, but it's all thick with aphrodesia, syrupy and saccharine with our mixing scents. A goofy smile takes over Eddie's lips, a stark contrast to the pointed smirk he's been wearing since he got here.

"We- uh- might be stuck here for a while," He chuckles, petting my hair. I look down, his knot bulging in my stomach. Eddie presses down on it, making me whimper and turn my head away from him. He leans down, whispering in my ear. "You're all mine now, my sweet, little omega."

"Just wan- be yours," I babble, my brain still incoherent, just happy to be claimed. "Thank you Eds," I whimper, a little smile matching my cloudy eyes.

"Of course sweetheart, but you'll have plenty of time to thank me, I don't think I'm leaving for the next few days."

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eds6ngel · 10 months

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eddie munson and his hippie gf <3

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson comfort #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson moodboard #moodboard #hippie #metalhead #eds6ngel

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thrashyraccoon · 4 months

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Eddie and metalhead!reader have a habit of taking each other's band t-shirts. When it's the reader's turn to take one from Eddie, Eddie notices it while driving to school together.

"Nice shirt, where did you buy it?" He says sarcastically, catching the reader's attention by tugging lightly on the material.

"I took it from my boyfriend," the reader replies with a slight smile, looking at Eddie. Eddie smiles back at the road.

"Tell him he has good taste."

#thrashy post #eddie munson #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson x reader #Eddie Munson x metalhead!reader #eddie my beloved

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hischeapcigar · 10 months

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𝓔𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭

Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: Eddie loves you with his eyes closed

Word count: 1.9k

Warning: smut + fluff (mostly smut lolol) 18+

a/n: this fanfic is based on this cute country song i heard by florida georgia line called “eyes closed” and i was daydreaming eddie so this fanfic was born. It’s all smut so MDNI!!!! Reblog as much as you like and your comments are appreciated <3

You and Eddie were currently on his couch as you watched some movie on the TV. It had been more than a week since you both hung out like this. You were either interrupted with some company or like recently, exams.

The movie had your full attention until you felt Eddie’s hands on the hem of your t-shirt. Slowly he moved past it and settled his hand on your waist, his fingers mindlessly making circles on your soft skin.

His touch lit your skin on fire, you were surprised how he immediately shifted your attention to him with just small touches.

Seeking more of his touch, you moved in his arms, hoping he got the message. And of course. Of course he did.

His hand traveled further to your stomach, tracing lightly on your skin as he moved it up, up, up until he reached the base of your breasts.

“No bra, hmm?” he whispered, before lightly kissing the shell of your ear

You squirmed, hips jutting back to his so he could quit teasing, “Eddie” you whined

“Shh babygirl, will treat you real nice,” he cupped one breast in his hand, groaning.

You moaned his name, craving more of his touch. Begging for it to be on every part of your body.

“Touch me, eddie” you said breathlessly, as he massaged your breast, his thumb flicking the hardened nipple

“I am, baby” he teased, knowing well what you meant, where you wanted him but he wanted to play

He sucked a bruise on your sensitive pulse on your neck, while you squirmed in his hold

Suddenly you turned your head, catching Eddie off guard and capturing his lips. He bit your lower lip, you gasped and he took the chance to slide his tongue in your mouth.

His hand moved to the other breast, massaging it so it didn’t feel neglected. He was torturing you with all touches and kisses. You needed him inside you, skipping the foreplay. But it was Eddie.

Your make out session was abruptly stopped as the thunder rumbled over the trailer before it started raining. The sound of clattering tin filled the room as if there were fireworks outside.

You both looked at each other, coming closer to resume your session but a few sparks went out before the power lines were knocked down due to the wind.

It was pitch black, you couldn’t see Eddie's face, only the sound of angry rain hitting the tin rooftop. Your heart sank, you were finally getting what you craved all week and now you’re interrupted again.

Eddie was slightly mad too but he was good at controlling his emotion unlike you who was huffing in annoyance.

“Baby, can you move, i need to close the windows before it all gets messy in my room”

You obliged as you both got up from the couch. You made your way to the kitchen, looking for candles. You had to extend your hands to keep you from bumping into something. Your eyes were adjusting to the dark, plus Eddie pulled the curtains letting the moonlight in.

You could see his figure but not his face as he made his way to you. He grabbed your waist as he pulled you in, one hand on your waist while the other took your hand and brought it around his neck, your other arm joining on its own.

“What’s my girl looking for in the kitchen?” he kept his voice low,

“Candles- Eddie we can’t stop what we just started, it’s been a week” you rolled your hips against his. His hands flew to grab your hips,

“We ain't gotta light a candle tonight. Girl, I know right where I am” he smirked before he leaned in to kiss you.

The feeling of him, the taste of his lips on yours was so intoxicating, you could get drunk on it. You only pulled apart for the sake of oxygen, already feeling light headed before he kissed you again, this time with more passion, more lust.

“It’s dark” you muttered

“and I know your body like the back of my hand” his voice was husky

You couldn’t see his eyes but you knew his pupils were blown wide. He walked you back to his room without breaking the kiss.

He kicked the door close with his feet and walked you back until the back of your knees hit the bed. Only then he broke the kiss, only then you both opened your eyes. The room was darker, the curtains shielded the moonlight

You tried to open the curtains, but he stopped you, “I don't need no moonlight, hell, but go and get that dress undone” . His voice was thick with lust as he ordered you as he got rid of his clothes.

You sat naked on his bed, looking at his figure. He walked up to you and delicately cradled your face tilting it up, connecting your lips, pushing you to lay you down on the bed.

It was dark enough to see his features, somehow he knew exactly what he was doing. Not once he stepped on you, as if he could see everything clearly.

His butterfly kisses trailed down to your neck as he praised, “you’re perfect”

“Mmm eddie you can’t even see me,” you were high on his light touches and lips on your body

“Like that road that I grew up on, I know every twist and turn” he mumbled,

His cock nudged your clothed clit, “tsk, i thought i told you to take off your clothes” as he continued peppering kisses on your chest before taking on boob in his mouth. Tongue twirling around your nipple, withdrawing more moans from you,

His finger folded around the edge of your panties before pulling them down. His mouth slowly moved south, the ache between your legs was growing,

“Eddie, please” you were breaths were ragged

“I know baby, gotta take it nice and slow” his hands holding your hips from squirming

The familiar coil was already forming in your stomach. He was torturing you with all the teasing and not getting to the part where you needed him the most.

“Ju- just get there eddie, pleasepleaseplease” he was so close to your center, just one kiss away but he removed himself completely, your eyes shot open.

“Eddie!” you whined

You felt him shifting down as he kneeled at the edge of the bed, and began kissing his way up on your leg.

He really did know every dip and curve. It felt like there was a faint light enough to illuminate your body, and your eyes were closed. But there wasn’t. He knew your body,

As if reading your thoughts, “We've been doin' this so long, I memorized your every curve” you moaned as he pecked your inner thigh. So close so close so close

He proved it once again when he suddenly attached his mouth to your begging core. Your hips instinctively jutted into his mouth seeking more. He splayed his hand on your stomach, keeping you caged.

He sucked and bit on your bundle of nerves, “s’ pretty” he mumbled, eating you out as if you were the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted,

“Can’t believe I was away from this gorgeous pussy for a week,” he said before swiping your clit with his thumb;, spreading your juices. He plunged his ring clad index finger right inside without warning, before pulling out. The second time he added another finger as he fucked you with his fingers.

You were a moaning mess on his bed, grabbing on the sheets so hard that your knuckles turned white.

“Eddie,” you choked between your moans, “eddie im gonna-”

He paced up his fingers until you were screaming his name, feeling the coil tightening before it snapped and you came on his fingers, he quickly fixed his face, sucking all the juices you had to offer.

Your vision went white and your body trembled. You even forgot the lights had gone out because you thought you went blind from all the pleasure he brought you.

He crawled up at you again and kissed you, swallowing your moans when you tasted yourself on his lips. One of his hand was right beside you, on the pillow, supporting his weight over you, and the other held his cock to pump him

You quickly replaced his hand on the cock with yours as you pumped his length, spreading his precum all over to the base.

“You ready, baby?” he asked as his teased his cock at your entrance

You nodded, biting your lip to stiffen you moan

He slowly pushed in, inch by inch. You still never got used to his big length. Just when you thought he’s done, he pushed an inch more til he was all in.

He gave you a minute to adjust,

“Eddie, move” you urged and he obeyed

He started setting a pace, finding a rhythm, something like a beat he made the other day on his guitar so metal,

so hard

so fast.

And he fucked you like that. He picked the rhythm and fucked you to it. Like a song being sung, like a hardcore melody.

Your loud moans were silenced by the rain hitting the tin roof. And again you felt the pressure building in your lower pit,

He babbled sweet nothings in your ear as he pulled and pushed,

“I can kiss you” thrust “I can hold you” thrust “I can love you” his ego inflating, proud of himself that he managed to provide you pleasure in the pitch black darkness,

“I can love you” he repeated, thrust “with my eyes closed” with that he kissed your lips to seal his promise.

Your heart fluttered at his words, the way he made all your insecurities melt away. He made all the right moves, traced his hands on the same path as he did with the lights on.

His rhythm started to distort as he got closer to the edge, bringing your pressure close to breaking.

His thrusts got sloppier as your walls clenched around him, making him moan out your name,

“Let it go baby, let it go for me,” he said and you did

You came so hard your ears started ringing, your eyes rolled back in your head. Few minutes and he abruptly pulled out his cock, spilling all his seeds on your pussy and lower stomach.

He flopped down beside you on his stomach.

You both caught your breaths before he gathered his cum from your stomach on his fingers and bought them to your lips,

“Suck it clean” he ordered

You closed your lips around his fingers as you tasted him, moaning at the taste.

“Atta girl,” he praised before he kissed you, tasting himself on you.

Then he placed a kiss on your overstimulated pussy before carefully getting off the bed and disappearing in the bathroom.

He stumbled over something, “ow”

“You okay?” you called

“Walked right into the wall” He chuckled as returned with a cloth and carefully wiped your clean, placing a kiss here and there,

“You know my body better than your home?” you smirked as he discard the cloth piece and returned to lay beside you on bed,

He pulled you to himself, your back to his chest, “your body’s my home, darlin’” he said, pecking your head.

“And if the lights come on?” you whispered

“If them lights come on, I won't complain, no,” he tightened his hold, “'Cause I know how to love you either way,”

You smiled, feeling content, listening to the sound of rain, caged in your lover’s arms

#falling all over again for #eddie munson #never knew i'd write #eddie munson smut #but here we are #manifesting him in #stranger things season 5 #eddie munson x reader #eddie the freak munson #eddie #stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson fanfic #fictional characters #metalhead #metal music #metallica

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steeldaisies · 2 years

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So I have a type apparently. Can we talk about the fact they look so much alike!!!

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson #heath ledger #heath joker #10 things i hate about you #i have a type #metalhead #grungy boys #1980s #1990s #80s #90s #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine

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norah-posts · 11 months

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My childhood crush and my adulthood crush. 😍

Musicians, rock&roll, long hair, and both of them are sexy as fuck. Their smile is… 🫠

And maybe Eddie is a vampire too? 🤔🧛

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie x fem!reader #stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x black!reader #norah-posts #eddie munson vampire #lestat #stuart townsend #metalhead #vampire #i have a crush

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l44serbeam · 2 years

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now i wanna, be your dog

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

4. smut belowwwww

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"i think i love you too, freak."

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katsu28 · 1 year

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hope your day gets better kait <3

i have an eddie thought, being eddies girlfriend and being obsessed with his hands and rings, i feel like he’d be the type of bf to let you play with his hands/rings when you’re anxious 😫

eddie 🥺🥺 as a hand whore myself i agree with this so much!!! eddie's very good at seeing when you're anxious even if you don't say anything, so he'll just wordlessly offer out his hand for you to fiddle with and you're so grateful for it. one time you're out with the gang and you can't put your finger on it but you just feel off. eddie senses it instantly and slides behind you, draping himself over your shoulders with a kiss to the side of your head and murmuring a soft "check it out". your eyes flick to his hand immediately to see a new ring and you're instantly distracted from your anxiety.

it's not uncommon to see you checked out from the rest of the group, twisting eddie's rings around his fingers, tracing along his skin, and eddie's watching you the whole time too. there's always a small smile on his face at knowing that he has such a calming effect on you. omg and he also buys more rings just so he can see your face light up at something new to play with!!

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson #thank u for this hali i've missed my special little metalhead <3 #answered!#sweet hali <3

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧! 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

ENFP

Gryffindor

Chaotic Good

Leo Sun, Aquarius Moon, Gemini Rising

SFW🌿

⭑ Eddie hates social media. Despises tik tok, but he LOVED vine. He constantly sends you old vine compilations on Youtube

⭑ Has a Hellfire group chat that you had to put on silent because the guys would go on tangents about the newest computer game

⭑ Eddie sends you selfies ALL. THE. TIME. Most of the time he can’t be bothered texting you, so he’ll send photos, videos, and voice memos

⭑ You made him watch Twilight and he actually liked it.

“Iconic Y/N.” Eddie stated when the credits rolled.

⭑ Oh and you guys have movie nights all the time, he literally loves to watch movies.

⭑ Loves horror!!! He actually really enjoyed Hereditary and Midsommar

⭑ You guys have long ass phone calls, like hours. You’re just on the phone while doing normal tasks, he just likes your company

⭑ He tries to learn how to skate but he is actually incredibly uncoordinated.

“Y/N, help - heLP ME Y/N STOP LAUGHING I'M GOING TO FALL!”

⭑ Sneaks into your room when your parents are home (even though you’re both adults)

⭑ Sending each other memes

⭑ Having so many inside jokes because of those memes

⭑ Buying him the new editions of Lord of the Rings. You love the way his face lights up, and you wait until he opens the book, before seeing a little note from you.

“Are you joking, babe I love this so much. Thank you!”

⭑ He’d probably still be a drug dealer tbh

⭑ Eddie would definitely go to protests

⭑ He drives you eVERYWHERE

⭑ “Babe change the playlist, babe-”

⭑ He never listens to the radio in the car

⭑ He really likes the Hunger Games series and thought the Netflix Shadow and Bone “was dope” (his exact words)

⭑ Uses your Netflix

⭑ Eddie is able to understand his sexuality more (he’s Pan)

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

Chaotic Dumbass Duo

Two Idiots in Love Who Support Each Other No Matter What

Nerd x Mega Nerd

NSFW🔞 no minors allowed!

⭑ Eddie Munson is a man that will not cum until you have first. He wants his s/o to feel pleasure, rather than use sex as means for him to get off.

⭑ He’s passionate, fervent; his hands grab and squeeze, pull and wander.

⭑ He may not be the most experienced, but he deserves an A+ for effort. And with all the resources available, he makes sure to learn how to please you

⭑ Yes he does know where the clit is

⭑ Eddie is a switch

⭑ He would love to praise you, but also degrade you while his dick is in your mouth

⭑ He would so be down for pegging - I’m serious, he’d want to try it

⭑ Phone sex; mutually masturbating while on the phone together

⭑ Eddie definitely loves it when you send him nudes or even sexts. He goes berserk.

⭑ And speaking of nudes, that’s what he jerks off to. Yeah there’s porn, but nothing compares to his desire for you

⭑ He is very thick and very big

⭑ Eddie loves it when you sit on his face. Double points when you rub yourself back and forth

⭑ Also Eddie really isn’t disgusted by anything. If you’re a person who gets your periods, please tell him when you’re horny because he absolutely would be up for period sex. Would probably forget to put down a towel though.

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sbwrites · 1 year

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PLEASE i need more goth!reader and Eddie!!

Ok ok here’s some headcannons <3

• when you join hellfire he always lets your character survive and the others get super pissed off

•I think he’s 50/50 on your favourite goth bands but he can get down to siouxie and the banshees

•literally begs you to do his make up like yours black lipstick and everything

•you have patch sewing dates once you’ve both accumulated enough patches

•takes you on dates to the cemetery at night

•Wayne isn��t surprised at all when he introduces you to him he’s just like yup another eddie lmao

•you learn songs together on guitar and he lets you sub for the band if Jeff isn’t available

•makes you come to band practice every time though

•in the summer you’re both basically vampires so you have a lot of late night dates

•he’s a thrifting god and finds nice clothes for you when he goes

•he gave you a necklace with a vile of his blood on without you even asking

•he literally worships the ground you walk on and follows you around like a lost puppy

•he panicked when you came out of a mosh pit with a bloody nose at a concert

•he definitely developed a crush on Elvira but your crush on her is still bigger

•horror movie dates>>

#goth!reader is a metalhead too btw #eddie munson x goth!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #goth!reader #sbwrites #eddie munson #sb.eddie munson #sb. 💌

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nackrosor · 10 months

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"Lady Strange"

Part 2/?

pairing: Eddie Munson x metalhead!Reader warnings: none yet series' general plot: heavy metal is one of your biggest passions and you like to express yourself by wearing heavy makeup and mostly black clothes, chains and spikes. Your parents however force you to hide your personality because they care about keeping up pretenses and don’t want people to label you as a freak. Something or someone unexpected might come in your life and shake things up. ;) episode synapsis: Eddie starts 'annoying' you at school. word count: 1,6 k.

-PART 1-

“Oof, wha-”

You wobble on your feet for a moment, staggering backward before regaining your balance and throwing a stink-eye behind your shoulder; the guy who has just bumped hard into you is walking away as casually as possible, as if he didn’t almost knock you over. He didn't even acknowledge your presence. What an asshole.

You let out an exasperated sigh while re-adjusting the shoulder pad of your backpack and moving forward in the corridor toward your locker.

It’s a new shitty day and you're at your shitty school, surrounded by shitty people; a day in the life of a girl forced to pretend to be just another walking corpse and actually succeeding in being invisible, so invisible that others walk downright over you as if you’re not even occupying space. What a marvelous life.

The tight collar of your white shirt makes your skin itch and you unceremoniously pop it open, mentally cursing your parents for the millionth time for forcing you to wear such crappy clothes. “We can’t have you looking like a devil worshiper, can we darling?” Yeah well, people would definitely think twice before getting within 10 feet of the devil worshiper, let alone crushing into them. The sole advantage of looking exactly like everyone else is the anonymity that comes with it, but it gets old after a while, especially when you start feeling lonely, and you will get lonely at some point, there's no way around it.

You come to a halt as you round the corner, your stomach doing a somersault.

Eddie is beaming at you as he leans against your locker, arms folded across his chest.

Hundreds of questions start to buzz in your head and as many stupid butterflies wreak havoc in your belly as you mindlessly resume walking, albeit at a slower pace than before.

You haven’t seen him in a couple of days, since Robin introduced you to her new group of friends last weekend and you had that weird anti-posers battle-thingy at the mall with him. But why is he now laying so nonchalantly against your locker as if it’s the most natural thing in the world for him to do? Have you made it to the friend-zone overnight?

As soon as you’re within earshot, you glance up at him with a quizzical look upon your face.

“What are you doing here?”

Somehow his grin widens as he looks you up and down, “well, hello to you too, stranger.”

He taps on the name tag on the locker, your locker, and purses his lips. "I'm looking for Y/L/N; have you seen her anywhere?"

You sigh and shake your head, casting a quick glance at your schoolmates passing by before returning your gaze to him.

“ No , wrong locker. That’s mine”, you take a step forward, urging him to back up as you reach for the lock, “I’d appreciate it if you’d let me take my lunch now.”

“Mmh, I don’t think so.”

Instead of stepping away from it, he puts himself between you and the locker, blocking your way, arms moving to fold over his chest once more.

You snort incredulously at his antics as you stare up at him.

“I’m Y/L/N’s locker guardian. I need to hear the magic word to let anyone pass.”

“Eddie c’mon! I don’t have time for this.”

“If it’s your locker, you should know the password. It should only take a second.”

Even as you roll your eyes at him, you can feel a smile tug at your lips. Apparently everything turns into a game with Eddie and you can’t help but feel the thrill of it.

You humm, squinting your eyes at him as you mentally dip into the arcane knowledge you’ve hoarded from your favorite books and games, trying to think of something that could surprise Eddie, and why not, maybe even woo him a little.

“Mellon!”

His eyebrows shoot up to his hairline, his mouth agape.

He staggers back, grasping the lockers behind him as he slips away in a rather dramatic fashion. His wide-open eyes, however, never leave you, not even for a second.

You chuckle lightly and shake your head as you finally reach up for the lock and drop the book you were carrying.

"Sauron got your tongue all of a sudden?"

You pick a sandwich from your lunch box then push the locker door closed. Your smug look meets Eddie’s astonished gaze.

"You-you're telling me, you know The Lord of the Rings?!"

" Know the Lord of the Rings?" you scoff mockingly, feeling a rush of confidence wash over you at the utter incredulity that seems to have taken hold of him. "That's the understatement of the century. I adore it! I worship it! Tolkien is my favorite author and The Silmarillion is basically my bible."

You can literally see his jaw drop to the ground and you can't suppress the snort-laugh that escapes you.

"Are you fucking kidding me???"

His raised voice makes some passers-by turn to look at the two of you but he doesn't notice or doesn't seem to care. You, on the other hand, recoil at your classmates' questioning glances and immediately hush Eddie, grabbing him by the vest and pushing him down the corridor.

He wobbles a little on his feet as he tries to keep up with your hurried step.

You cast one final glance behind your back before you admonish the longhaired boy with a pointed look. You then peel the napkin off your sandwich and give it a good bite, all the while keeping a swift pace to get as far away from the crowd as possible. You can’t let people talk about you and Eddie, you can’t risk your parents finding out about your new devil worshiper… acquaintance, friend, whatever he is.

"Wait, wait, wait!", he pulls on your sleeve, trying to slow you down. "You listen to metal, you like Tolkien… Just tell me you also play the guitar and I'm done! I'm a goner!"

You eye him amusedly, noticing how his still wide eyes roam over your face, how he's literally pending from your lips. You can’t lie to yourself, the attention he’s giving you makes you feel rather giddy and you like the feeling.

As you take another bite of your sandwich you mutter nonchalantly, " bass ."

"What?"

You swallow the mouthful and briefly clear your throat. "I play the bass guitar."

He comes to an abrupt halt, causing you to stop in your tracks as well. He keeps blinking at you, a deadpan expression on his face. You don't have time to process what's going on before he clutches his chest with his palm and violently jolts backward, as if he's just been taken down by a sniper.

"Eddie, what the hell! "

He pushed himself backwards so forcefully that if you hadn't caught him, he'd have fallen on the floor and possibly hit the back of his head real hard. His entire weight is on your arms and your grip turns white, your muscles trembling, fingers slipping… You consider letting him go but fortunately, he comes back to his senses and helps himself up by holding onto the lockers by his side, getting dangerously close to you in the process. Your breath catches and your stomach does a flip as his gaze briefly flickers down to your lips before meeting your doe-eyed look. You can feel your heart thumping hard in your ears, from the save or his sudden closeness, you can’t really tell.

“Great catch, princess…”

Perhaps it’s only your perception but he sways closer, leaning in as if he’s about to…

You step back in a panic, heat rising in your cheeks, mouth dry.

Eddie looks dazed for a moment, then an infuriating smirk takes form on his lips, which makes it easier for you to snap out of it, too.

"Y-you're crazy!"

" You’re crazy! Murdering me like that!”

You shake your head with a sigh, throwing your hands up in the air. A mushed pulp on the floor catches your attention and you immediately look up to glare daggers at Eddie. “You owe me a sandwich now!”

“Forget about the sandwich!”

His hands grab you by the shoulders, causing you to yelp, and start pushing you toward the end of the hall. “You must meet the others! They’ll go mental over this! They didn’t believe me when I told them you listen to Def Leppard, they said I was full of shit, that I got tricked by a girl, those stupid bastards -”

“Hey, hey! Wait, stop-”

You press your feet hard against the floor to slow him down but to no avail. The odd looks thrown your way make you fold on yourself and you let Eddie drag you toward the cafeteria without any more resistance.

“Don’t worry, princess, they’re gonna like you! Well, they’re gonna grill you a bit first, I can’t lie. We’re all a bunch of losers with trust issues. You gotta be patient with us… but I’m sure you’ll get used to it pretty quickly and-”

He’s interrupted by the loud sound of the school bell signaling the end of the lunch break and you let out a deep sigh of relief you didn’t know you were holding. Taking advantage of his temporary stupor, you slip out of his grasp and take a few steps backward to put some distance between you two.

He looks rather disappointed and he doesn’t hide it as he moves his gaze on you.

“I’m sorry but I have to run to class…”

“ But -”

You give him a quick salute with your hand, your heart in your throat, and turn on your heels, hurrying down the corridor before he can do anything to stop you. You can hear his booming voice calling after you:

“You won’t elude me next time princess !”