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devotion | eddie munson x fem! catholic! reader

summary | you’re a good catholic girl. you always have been, though you’re dating eddie munson — who’s the complete opposite of that. he’s crude and vulgar, and his influence may just taint you entirely.

warnings | talks of religion; eddie lowkey hates god, but also has a lowkey god kink; wrong usage of the rosary; loss of virginity + corruption; face f!cking/blowing; f!ngering; degradation + praise; religious guilt; reader’s dad sucks; blasphemy.

note | part two is here

Eddie Munson was merely the Devil in your parents eyes.

To you, he was the Seventh Heaven.

Crossing paths with him was not a mistake, but a blessing. Eddie took care of you, and loved you. He really loved you.

You met him through a friend who went to Hawkins with him, and you couldn't perceive him as a bad boy, whatsoever. He was genuine and kind the second you and him met, asking questions about you that no other guy ever had done.

But you knew he was not the guy you could bring home to your parents. Your parents were aware of him, since your father was a Sheriff for the Hawkins Police Department, and always got reports of him.

You couldn't tell them about your infatuation for Eddie, and how your heart burned for him, belonged to him. You were more faithful to Eddie Munson than you were to your Catholicism, and for you to say that to your parents, would earn you a kick to church camp.

You couldn't say that their sweet little girl was in love with Hawkins' freak; that he had told her many ways he wanted to deprive her of innocence and purity; that he dreamed of her worshiping him under her cross.

And you dreamed of that, every Sunday, for the past, many months.

You sat in between your father and mother as the Priest read from the Bible, and you fiddled with the ending hem of your white, babydoll dress. You stared mindfully at the cross, your head drawing the image of Eddie taking your virginity, rupturing your virtue, right underneath it.

You did feel a bit of guilt when you thought such lewd things, and you did blame Eddie for it. You felt even worse thinking of them in Church, where you were supposed to be devoting your love and soul to the Lord, not a wild man.

"Hebrews 13:4 says, 'Marriage is to be held in honor among all, and the marriage bed is to be undefiled; for fornicators and adulterers God will judge'", the Priest spoke confidently, eyes glancing up to everyone for a second.

You swallowed thickly, fingers gripping tightly on your dress.

What the fuck, Jesus, you thought to yourself. I'm a fucking eighteen year old, of course I want to fornicate!

"Sweet dear," your mother whispered, and you looked at her. "You look unwell. Are you okay?"

"Do you mind if I take a moment outside?" You wondered, brows drawing upwards. "It feels stuffy. Just for a minute, please."

She sighed heavily, shaking her head. "Very well, then. Hurry on, dear."

You thanked her, standing up, and quickly – but quietly – dismissed yourself out of the building, pushing open the wooden doors. The second you were outside, you groaned, the doors swinging close behind you.

"I'm damned for Hell," you mumbled, rubbing your temple in frustration.

"So am I," you heard a voice come from the side of you. You spin your head, finding Eddie there, smoking a cigarette. "For smoking of the Lord's sacred grounds."

"Eddie," you sighed in relief, walking up to him, and he brought you into his embrace. He kissed the side of your head, before pulling back. "What are you doing here? If my parents – or anyone for that matter – sees you, they will make a fright out of it!"

Eddie chuckled. "Is that so?"

"I'm serious, Eds," you frowned, throwing a small, playful slap to his shoulder. "We don't need a scene."

"Ah, I know, angel," he cooed, kissing your forehead for assurance. "I just needed to see you. Was wondering what you are doing tonight?"

"I have homework, and have to finish my project on the Betrayal of Judas tonight," you explained, annoyed at the mere thought of it. "It's going to take all night. Why do you ask?"

"I wanted you to come by my trailer tonight," Eddie said, and you smiled, but upset you had to decline his suggestion. "But it's okay. I'm going to pick you up after school tomorrow, okay?"

"If Sister Josie sees you, she will report you to my parents," you warned, and he only barked a laugh, throwing his head back. "I do not want to be sent to a camp because I was caught with you, Eds."

"If your parents did that, I'd kidnap you," Eddie stated, and you rolled your eyes, shooting a look at the church's doors, eyes retreating back into his shortly after. "Go on in, sweetheart. I'll see you tomorrow, and we can do something fun."

You raised a brow. "Like what?"

"Anything you want," Eddie promised, giving your chin a soft pinch. "Be good for me, yeah?"

You hummed, and nodded. "Bye, Eds," you gave him a kiss on the cheek, and he watched you walk all the way back into the church.

You hurried back to your row, perching yourself back in between your parents.

"Feel better?" Your mother asked.

You inhaled sharply. "Much better."

Your fork poked at the vegetables that sat on your dinner plate, your eyes boring into it. It was always quiet on Sunday dinners, and you never said anything, unless your parents did.

Your mother poured herself another glass of red wine, and your father glanced at you, then his wife. "Got another report today about that Munson boy," your father cracked the perfect quiet, and was visibly angered. "He's been seen graffiting near Lovers Lake."

"And who is reporting that?" Your mother questioned, sipping her beverage.

"Probably that ass kisser, Jason," you mumbled, and your father slammed his hands down on the table.

"LANGUAGE!" Your father bellowed, and you dropped your fork onto your plate, slouching back into your chair. "Jason is a good boy. A good son of the Lord, and that's the kind of guy you need in your life."

"Jason literally tried to kiss me at the ninth grade school dance," you recalled, scoffing. "Without my consent, may I add!"

"Well you two were children then," your mother said, and you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. "He's a lovely boy. His friends are lovely too!"

You purse your lips. "His friends are dumb fucks."

Okay, so maybe Eddie really did have a bad influence on you. Because you would never – for the love of God – curse in front of your parents, until now.

"What's with the mouth?" Your father asked, and you glared at him. "You ought to pray tonight to the Lord tonight."

"I'm just growing up, daddy," you mocked, standing up from the dinner table, and threw your napkin on top of your plate. You stormed out of the dining room, straight into your bedroom, slamming your door behind you.

You dropped your body onto your bed, stuffing your face into your pillow. You wanted to scream and kick every object in your room, but refused not to do such a thing.

You were fine with laying on your bed, and smothering yourself with a pillow, until you heard gentle knocks at your window. You jolted up, your head craning toward the sound, and peeked at the window.

And you found Eddie, standing right outside your window.

You cursed under your breath, and stalked over to your window, snapping it open. Eddie smiled at the sight of you, though he could tell you were mystified by his unannounced appearance.

"Do you want to kidnap me that badly?" You wondered, and he chuckled breathily, shrugging. "You can't be here right now. My dad and I got into this fight."

"About me, I suppose?" Eddie asked, allowing himself to jump into and through your bedroom window, and you didn't stop him. "I know how your daddy likes to talk about me."

"He said I should be with Jason, or someone like him," you said, and he closed your bedroom window. "Because he is a son of the Lord."

"Or the fucking Devil," Eddie joked, and you snickered, but agreed. "I wonder what your dad would think if he knew you were with me, hm?"

"He would take his shotgun to you," you admitted, and Eddie took a look around your bedroom. "Anyway, you can stay for a bit, but my father demands I pray for cursing."

"Their little girl suddenly has a mouth of dirt?" Eddie teased, and you slapped his arm, which he laughed at. "Have I finally corrupted their innocent daughter?"

"Shut it, Munson," you snapped, and he leaned against your desk, his eyes casting down at your Bible that sat on top of it.

"How about you pray right now? I won't say a thing," Eddie suggested, and you raised a brow, tilting your head. "You need to get it over with, anyway. You won't even know I'm here."

"You want to watch me pray?" You asked.

"It'd be nice, ya'know?" Eddie grinned, and he could tell you were completely gullible to what he was getting at. "Maybe I could learn a thing or two."

You considered it, and simply agreed, walking up next to him. You grabbed your Bible, and opened it up as you made your way over to your bed, kneeling at the end of it. Your knees brushed against your carpet-like flooring, looking up at your cross.

"Wait, Eds," you paused, and he was already handing you your pink rosary. You thanked him, wrapping it around your fingers, and held it tightly in your hand.

Your cross hung right above your bed, right in the middle of your room, and your attention diverted from him, to the Bible.

Eddie simply watched and witnessed you speak and pray, and he felt sick for getting aroused to this pure sight of you, pleading for forgiveness from a man who supposedly ruled the Earth.

He wanted to touch you, for his hands to memorize and caress every curve of your body.

His eyes unpeeled that baby pink tank top you wore, then went to your white, soft sweatpants. He wondered how it'd be like for you to plead and worship him in front of the Lord as he made you call him your God.

Maybe that was an awful, crude dream to play in his head, but he wanted to have your devotion to turn to him, not the Lord.

The Lord couldn't love and care for you the way he did.

Eddie went over to your bedroom door, and locked it, seeing how focused you were on the pages of pure fiction.

He kneeled behind you, and wrapped an arm around your torso, your body shuddering. He brought you closer to him, planting an innocent kiss on your shoulder.

"Eddie, I'm praying," you pouted, setting your Bible down for a moment. "You said you wouldn't disrupt."

"Just keep going, love," he mumbled, his tip of his nose brushing against your skin. "Keep praying."

You rolled your eyes and did so, continuing to recite every word from the pages.

Eddie's lips made their way to the nape of your neck, getting the sweet scent of your perfume. "What a good girl," he whispered, his hot breath sending a symphony of shivers along your body. "Doing anything to stay pure and good."

You nearly faltered, your concentration weakening. His hand trailed to your stomach, resting on your abdomen.

Eddie had touched you before, but not fully – not under your clothes. He even afforded to show you how to touch yourself, but Sister Tina from your school said you'd be banished to Hell for such a thing — so that set enough fear in.

Now, you craved for him to touch him. You didn't know why in this particular moment – out of every heated, lusting moment – you wanted to feel him, for him to take you apart, and taint every part of your body, and brain.

You began to stutter as you spoke, Eddie's hand crawling under your sweatpants, grazing over your clothed area. "Do you think the Lord wants me to touch you?" He taunted, and you hummed, your hands grasping harshly onto both sides of the Bible. "What do you think?"

"Eddie," you managed to breathe out. "Eddie."

"I want him to watch me take his devoted angel," Eddie continued, his fingers creeping into your underwear, and your body flinched the second his fingers pressed against your bud. "Show him that he is no protector."

You nodded, and Eddie grinned, resting his chin onto your shoulder.

You wanted Eddie. You needed him.

"Keep reading, or I'll stop," Eddie warned, and you couldn't hold onto a single thought as his middle finger curled into your delicate cunt. You moaned, squeezing your eyelids shut to the feeling of it. It was a single fucking finger in you, and you felt like pure bliss to it.

Eddie continued to pump the individual finger in you, slowly and surely as you tried to read more.

Everything was going smoothly, until a knock hit against your bedroom door.

Your father barked your name, you and Eddie freezing up. "Honey, why is your door locked?" Your father asked, shaking the doorknob. "Are you okay?"

Eddie smirked, his ring finger joining his middle, both pumping into a picked up pace.

"I–I'm praying!" You announced, trying to hold back your noises. "I wanted to pray in privacy, talk to the Lord!"

"Oh," your father spoke from the other side of the door. "I'm glad to hear that, sweetie. I just wanted to say, you know I'm just looking out for you, right?"

Eddie's fingers struck an unknown, but euphoric, spot in you, and you choked down a loud moan. "Yeah, daddy! I know that," you responded, throwing your head back onto Eddie's shoulder, and the Bible collapsed to the side of you.

Eddie chuckled quietly, using his free hand to wrap onto your throat. "What a filthy girl," he whispered into your ear, grasping onto your neck.

"There's bad guys out there, like Eddie Munson," your father said, and Eddie wanted to bark a laugh. "If you were to be with a boy like that, I'd lose it. Boys only want one thing, and you know that."

Another noise was lodged in your throat, Eddie having to squeeze your throat as a warning.

"I know, I know! Now, can I continue praying, please?" You asked, and Eddie's finger shoved into you faster, and harder.

"Yes, of course! Your mother and I are heading to the Martins for a bit," he acknowledged, and you had to slam your own hand over your mouth. "We should be back no later than 11. Be good!"

You kept your hand over your mouth until you heard the front door slam shut, and the second they did, you freed all your noises. Your chest heaved, your body becoming pudding against Eddie's.

A hot sensation hit your stomach, and you found pleasure in it. It was an unfamiliar, enjoyable feeling. Your thighs trembled, and Eddie took a quick note to it, noticing how you were barely adjusting to this. "Are you going to cum?" Eddie asked, and you looked at him with confusion.

"Cum?" You repeated.

"Does it feel like your stomach is on fire?" Eddie asked, his fingers making themselves deeper into your core, and you nodded. "That means you're at your climax, sweetheart. That you are going to cum. It's very normal."

You still had a lot to learn, and Eddie was glad enough to teach you it all.

"Just let it go, sweetheart. Let it be free," he cooed, and you hummed, your body convulsing the second your climax poured out of you, nearly dropping to the floor. He kept you up and close to him, and you panted, swallowing thickly.

Eddie's fingers disappeared out of you, removing his hand completely from you. He placed his two fingers in his mouth, getting the sweet taste of you, and nearly moaned. "You taste fucking divine."

You blushed, and eyed your Bible, picking it up. "I think I got enough forgiveness," you joked, and Eddie hummed, helping you stand up with him. "I just..."

"Hm?" Eddie wondered, taking the Bible from you, and rested it on your desk. "What is it, sweet girl?"

"I want," your voice quavered, your head hanging low in embarrassment. "I want more."

Eddie placed his finger under your chin, bringing your head up to look him directly in the eye. "You want more? You have to be more specific, love," Eddie mused, and you whimpered. "Use your words, please."

"I want you to touch me more," you only knew how to say it like that. Just paraphrase it in that way. "I want you to fuck me?"

"Is that a question or statement?" Eddie jested, and you whined more, embarrassed. "I'm kidding, sweet girl. I know what you mean, but are you sure?"

You nodded, smiling in confidence.

Eddie tugged you closer to his body, his lips smothering yours, and his hands laid on your hips, squeezing them gently. Your arms looped around his neck, holding him close to you, your body aching for him.

He led you over to your bed, sitting down onto it as you straddled his lap. Your hands cupped his cheeks, your rosary brushing against his skin, and you could feel him smile on your lips.

His lips fell off of yours, and he stripped off his upper half clothing, dropping them to your floor. Your eyes widened to the view of his body, his abs perfectly toned, and your finger drew around the tattoos he had on the left side of his chest.

"I like this tattoo," you giggled at the demon and spider tattoos, and he smiled, kissing the side of your head. "But I will always like your puppet master tattoo a lot more."

"Gotta get you a tattoo one day," Eddie said, and you shook your head. "Get you a pretty tattoo, just like mine, yeah?"

"I'll think about it," you said, and he hummed, his fingers hooking under your shirt. You let him take it off of you, undoing your bra by yourself. You hesitantly shimmed off your bra, the straps sliding down your arms, and onto your lap.

You put it on the ground with the other clothes, and you didn't stare at Eddie as his eyes gawked at your breasts. You were insecure and worried – he was the first guy to ever see your bare body.

Panic slowly rolled in. "Is it okay? Am I okay?"

"Baby," Eddie breathed, looking up at you, and then at your breasts. "You are so beautiful. This body, all mine to touch and mark."

Your worries washed away, Eddie planting loving kisses on your breasts.

"Your body is fucking gorgeous," he whispered, captivated and enthralled by your gracious beauty. "All fucking mine." He carefully laid you on your back, on the bed, and hovered over you, his lips falling back onto yours. His body rutted against yours, hands at the waistband of your sweatpants,

"Take them off, Eds," you breathed into the kiss, and his taste was gone for a moment as he listened, stripping off your sweatpants. You were left in your white cotton panties, and he took a second to unbuckle his belt, and then his pants, both landing on the ground.

You and Eddie were only left in your underwear, and you could feel a hard bulge brush against your inner thigh.

Oh, you thought to yourself. That.

"Are you sure you're ready, doll?" Eddie asked, and you looked at him with assuring, doe eyes, and he kissed your forehead. He reached over to his pants, grabbing his wallet from it, and pulled out a small wrapper from it.

You shivered, and your eyes bored into Eddie as he took off his boxers, and you tensed the second you glimpsed at his cock.

You were about to pray to God again, due to the overwhelmingly huge size of Eddie.

Eddie opened up the wrapper, taking out the condom, and slipped it on. You took off your panties and kicked them off, throwing your rosary too, seeing how they joined all other clothing items on the floor.

"It's going to hurt at first; if you want me to stop, just say so," Eddie said, and one of his hands held onto yours for comfort as his other was used to guide him into you. You could feel the head of him at your cunt, and you squeezed his hand whilst his cock made its way into you, slowly, and bit by bit.

Your back arched, gasping aloud to the feeling of him fulfilling you. Eddie's hand grasped onto your jaw, holding onto it, forcing you to hold eye contact with him. "Just take me, love," he mused, and you whimpered in response.

You were being easily stretched and torn apart by his cock, your virtue draining out of you with every brush of him coming in and out of you. You continued to hold onto his hand, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand for assurance that you were safe.

Eddie kept a steady, delicate pace, taking a clear eye to how you were already in shambles. He was simply dispossessing you of your longing purity, your body and devotion belonging to him now.

This was Seventh Heaven to you – this was all of the joy and exhilaration you had longed for.

Your cunt adjusted to his size, and your hand let go of him, setting both of them onto his shoulders. "More, Eddie. Please," you pleaded, and he began to drill himself deeper into you, his hands pressing onto your stomach for support.

You squealed, his eyes on the way his cock thrusted into you. Your body elevated upwards, and your glossy eyes caught a glance of the cross above your bed.

If this corruption was so cruel, so vile, why did it feel so fucking amazing?

Flares of euphoria spurred throughout your body as wanton, lewd noises elicited out of your mouth, and filled your bedroom. Embers of pure, raw desire kindled in Eddie's eyes the second they fell back into yours, his breath shuddering his rib cages.

A firestorm grew in your stomach, and your nails dug into Eddie's shoulder, earning a harsh moan out of him. "I'm gonna cum," you told him, your chest falling up and down rapidly. "I need to cum, Eds."

"What a sensitive whore you are," he taunted, and you groaned, the fire spreading into your thighs. "Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum for your God."

Your lids sealed shut as your climax peaked and rushed out of you, your body moving with a hard jolt to it. Eddie nearly laughed mockingly at you, your delicate, unripe body, now sweating and shaking from sinful sex.

You barely had collected the fact Eddie referred to him as your God, but you didn't hate it.

You liked it.

"I'm going to fuck your pretty mouth," Eddie said, and helped you sit up as he took off the condom. "I always told you I'd find a way for you to worship me. Get on your knees, angel."

Eddie tossed his condom into your trash bin, turning his attention back onto you.

You obeyed, and stumbled to your bedroom floor, collapsing down onto your knees. Eddie seized your rosary, and took the opportunity to tie up your wrists with the symbolized jewelry. You whined, tugging at your hostaged wrists.

"Open your mouth for me," Eddie said, standing in front of you. Your mouth popped open, and he shoved two fingers into your mouth, creeping them to the back of your throat. You gagged the second his fingers hit your throat, your eyes watering.

You stared up at him with pure and pious eyes, that were almost daunting, too.

"How are you going to be able to take my cock, when you can barely take my fingers, angel?" He asked, and a tear trickled down your cheek. He was amused by this single tear. "You worship me?"

You nodded as his fingers left your mouth, his knuckles brushing along your cheek. "Yes, I worship you. Only you," you assured, giving the edge of his palm a delicate, small kiss. "You're my religion."

He chuckled. "Such a good little thing you are."

Eddie's fingers curled into your hair, nails scratching against your scalp. His hips pushed forward, his cock stuffing your opened mouth.

You remembered another friend told you about blowjobs – that you make sure your teeth don't touch, or it makes it unpleasant. Your friend wasn't as faithful or pure as you were, only going to Catechism to please her parents.

Eddie's cock continuously hit the back of your throat, drawing inchorenet gargles from you as tears lined at the brim of your eyes. His cock brutalized your throat, yet you soaked into the pain of it, taking pleasure in every second of it.

Your eyes rolled back the deeper his cock went, his teeth gritting together, and moaned your name like a mantra.

Eddie's head fell back, his hips snapping into your face, and you gurgled, trying your best to breathe out of your nostrils. "Shit, shit, I'm close," he told you, and that was the only warning you were given, nothing else. "Keep your mouth steady and open for your God, baby."

His climax flooded into your mouth, your tongue getting a salty taste of his high, and he pushed his cock out of your mouth. He tried to catch his breath, sweat beading at his forehead and body, his fingers unhooking from your hair.

"Let me see, doll," Eddie said, and you happily showed him the way his cum sat on your tongue. "Mhm, that's a good girl. Swallow it."

You closed your mouth, taking it all down at once, and he kissed the top of your head. He unknotted the rosary, and your wrists were glad to be free.

Eddie sat the jewelry on your bed stand, and helped you up, sitting you down on your bed afterwards. "Are you okay? Does anything hurt?" He panicked, and you shook your head, a few strands of your hair matted to your teary, sweating cheeks.

"Did I do okay?" You asked, and he frowned, cupping your cheeks, caressing them lovingly with his thumbs.

"You were wonderful, sweet girl. So good," he reassured, kissing the top of your head. "Let's get you cleaned up, and dressed. You still have that project to do."

You groaned, barely remembering it. "Oh fuck!"

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louloulemons-posts · 3 months

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Heyy

Could you write Eddie x introvert reader😭

Like a little story and then some smut maybe😭

Not So Shy

Eddie Munson X Shy!Girlfriend

Word Count : 2.4k

Warnings : not proofread, SMUT, p in v, unprotected sex, kinky? daddy kink, readers called good girl and bunny, choking, eddies a soft dom, sub reader, it’s kinda fluffy lmao?

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“Hey baby!” Eddie was leaning against his van as you walked over, almost shouting the endearment. “Hey,” you smiled, making your way to him.

His hands instantly sound your waist, leaning down to peck your lips. “How was English?” With a flushed face you replied, “It was good yeah, how was Chem?”

Eddie pulled a face. “Ed’s you said you’d go!” You scolded.

“I know I know, but I had a deal to do. I’m sorry. I promise I’ll go Monday okay?”

“You better.” He squeezed your hips, smirking as he leaned down, “Like when you get all assertive with me baby.” Your face burned, pushing away from the grinning boy.

However he just pulled you back, so you stood chest to chest. “Eddie,” You whined, “People are looking.”

“Let em look baby.” With a groan you dropped your face into his chest making him chuckle.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry. Let’s go okay?” He suggested. “Okay.” The boy opened the door for you, letting you climb into the van. “Love those jeans baby,” he said as you sat.

“Stop looking a my ass!”

“As your boyfriend it’s kinda my job too.”

“Shush!”

The boy cackled as he closed the door and walked to his own side. “So you coming back to mine?” he asked.

“Sure.”

“Great!” He slid a hand onto your thing, giving it a squeeze and you were on your way.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

You don’t really know how you and Eddie got close, you just kinda did. Sat in History class together, you just kinda went hand in hand.

You were quiet, Eddie was loud. You were getting straight As, Eddie was barely scraping a D-. Eddie was full of love and light … you … not so much.

“Here we are gorgeous,” Eddie smiled, pulling up to the trailer. The trailer, somewhere you became so fond of so quickly, even more so when Wayne was around.

Speaking of where was he? “Where’s Wayne?” You asked.

“Picked up another shift. So you’ll have to deal with my ugly mug.”

“Shush, you’re not ugly.”

“No?”

“No .. prettiest boy I’ve ever seen,” you mumbled. “What was that?” You knew full well he heard you, but was teasing just cause. “Prettiest boy I’ve ever seen,” You said slightly louder this time.

“And you’re the most beautiful girl in the world baby.” Your face flushed. “Come on, let’s get you in, before you die of embarrassment.”

With a huff you hopped out of the van, but couldn’t hide your smile as Eddie held his hand out to you. As he always did, linking your fingers together, eventhough you were only going a short distance.

Once you were inside you slid off your shoes, hanging your jacket and bag on a hook, Eddie doing the same in a smooth rhythm.

“Want a drink? Wayne made lemonade.”

“Yes please.”

“Okay you go and get comfy baby,” he kissed your head walking to the kitchen.

With a sigh you dropped down onto to the sofa, letting your eyes fall closed. Listening to Eddies movements, the glasses gave out of the cupboard, sliding across the side.

The fridge door opened with a slight creak, and the sound of lemonade pouring filled your ears. Once the door of the fridge closed, heavy footsteps padded towards you.

“Long day Baby?” Eddie asked, the glasses were placed with a clink onto to coffee table. Your feet were lifted and then placed on the boys jean clad legs.

“Mhm, just had a lot of homework is all. Got to bed late.”

“You should take a nap.”

“No, wanna spend time with you.” You pushed yourself up on your elbows, opening your eyes to look at the boy.

“Well we can relax together, wanna watch a movie? Red left one here, said you’d probably like it.”

“Oh yeah? What’s it called?”

“The Breakfast Club.”

“Oh Robs told me about that, apparently it’s real good,” you told him.

“Well we better trust them then.” He gently lift your feet so he could get up, placing the tape into the player.

Twisting your body so you could sit together, Eddie smiled, placing his self besides you and held you close. Arms falling around you. “Hello,” he smiled as looked down at you.

“Hi,” you said looking up at him.

“So fucking cute,” he laughed, kissing your head. Your face flushed. “One of these days you’ll stop blushing when I compliment you.”

“Think it’ll take a while.”

“Well we’ve been dating for almost 4 months now, and you still go as red as a beet baby.”

“I can’t help it,” you held your rosy cheeks in your hands.

Eddie squeezed you, “Didn’t mean it’s bad thing, it’s cute. I just wish you’d believe my words more. Just think you’re the best thing.”

“Since sliced bread?” you joked.

“Oh since the start of the universe.” His words were true and full of adoration for you.

“You’re a sweet talker Eddie Munson.”

“Only for you baby.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Lay in Eddies arms as the movie played you felt his hands fiddling with your jumper, sliding under it slightly. Coming to rest on your bare tummy.

The feeling made you burn, his hands on your bare skin, your legs rubbed together at the slight twitch between them.

“Just watch the movie,” Eddie whispered in a soft voice, his hands sliding up. Coming to a halt when his fingers met the bottom of your bra. “Is this okay?” He asked.

You hummed, nodding your head. “Words baby.” He almost pulled his hands away when you couldn’t get them out, choking out a broken, “Yes, Y-yeah.”

His hands resumed their mission. Pulling down the cups, you sighed as your nipples brushed against the knitted wool of your jumper.

Eddies rough hands cupped them, squeezing ever so slightly to make you hiss. His lips brushed against your neck, leaving soft kisses, from the base up to your ear.

His thumb and index finger began to pinch at your nipples, teasing them as he suckled onto that sweet spot below your ear. With a sigh your head fell back against his shoulder, legs squeezing together.

“Eds,” you whined.

“What baby?” he said in a mocking tone.

“Feels so good.”

“Yeah?” He asked, pulling at your nipples giving them a rough squeeze. “Mhm feels real good.”

“Shall we take this off?” he said, motioning to your jumper and bra. “Yeah.” He shifted in front of you then, lifting your arms up, pulling the jumper and throwing it somewhere.

You didn’t know where. You honestly couldn’t care less. Your bra followed moments later. Eddies mouth soon latched onto your tits, kissing them and then taking a nipple into his mouth.

Suckling on it and biting down. “Fuck ah,” you said, hands pulling on his curls. “Fucking love these pretty tits.”

Eddie sat back on his knees taking you in, making you feel shy at your half bare form. Your hands came up to cover yourself, but Eddie pulled them away, linking your fingers.

Pushing you to lie down on the couch Eddie lay between your legs, meeting you in a soft kiss. “Never need to hide from me. You’re so fucking beautiful,” he spoke softly.

The next time he met your mouth, it was full of tongue and lust. Making you whine as he squeezed your boobs again. “Eddie please.”

“Please what baby?”

“Do more.”

“Yeah? Want me to suck on that pretty pussy?” You hummed nodding wildly, hips pushing up to reach his hardening crotch.

“I got you baby, Eddies got you.”

His hands went down to your jeans, undoing the buttons and sliding them down. Kissing your legs as he did so. Socks went with them. You lay there in your panties.

“These are cute baby,” he pulled at the baby blue material, letting them snap back against your hip. “Eds not fair!” You pouted, tugging at his shirt.

“Oh I guess not.” The boy lifted his shirt up and over his head, next his jeans went along with the socks on his own feet.

“This better?” he asked. You took the sight of him in. Lust filled eyes, wild hair, tattoos decorating his skin, and underwear getting tighter by the second. “Yeah.”

He kissed his way down your body, making sure to bite on each nipple as he went. Soon he was at your clothed core. Kissing your thighs, leaving love bites there, you squealed at the feeling.

Trying to close your legs, he held them open, finally dropping kissing onto the blue lace. You let out a soft sigh, hands going back to his hair. “Please don’t tease.”

He laughed, then slide the pants down your legs, making a show of licking where your core would rest. “God fucking delicious.”

“Baby please.”

With a grin he dropped his mouth to you, letting his tongue lick up you. The feeling was incredible, his tongue was like nothing else. Soon he latched onto your clit.

Sucking away, making you let out soft moans. His tongue worked against it too, flicking every once in a while, he knew it drove you mad.

“Fuck baby, you’re so wet for me. Think I can already slide my fingers in.”

“Yes!” You almost screamed. “Yes please.”

“Well how can I say no to you?”

The feeling of two of his thick fingers stretching you was incredible. Your mouth dropped open as he curled them inside you, letting them pump in and out.

“You’re gonna cum on my fingers and in my mouth and then I’ll give you what you really want okay?” With the way he moved his fingers you couldn’t answer, too lost in pleasure.

So he stopped. “I said okay?”

“Okay, yes.”

“Good girl.” You felt your pussy clench around his fingers at that. “Oh?” he smirked.

“You wanna be my good girl?” he asked, once again your pussy throbbed.

Leaning down to your ear he whispered, “Are you gonna be daddy’s good girl and cum around his fingers?” You could have came right then and there.

“Yes.”

“Yes who?”

“Yes daddy.”

He smirked again, pecking your mouth, you could taste yourself on his lips. He was back down on your clit, fingers curling inside you, until they hit you where they needed to.

Letting out a loud moan, you could feel Eddies grin. “Come on baby, cum for me. Cum for daddy.”

“Fuck!” You almost shouted. Hands gripping his hair as he kept playing with your clit and curling those thick digits, so deep you could feel his rings against your hole.

“Fuck daddy- I- I …”

“I know baby I can feel you, cum for daddy. Cum for me.” You did just that. With a loud moan, you hips bucked, shaking as you came.

“That’s it, that’s a good girl,” Eddie said, as he moved his mouth away, fingers still moving as he watched your orgasm. “Fuck baby you’re so sexy.

Your chest rose and fell heavily, body full of bliss, as you sighed. Grabbing for his face, you pulled him to kissed you.

Tasting yourself on his tongue made you both moan. “I’ll give you what you want baby.” The boy tugged his boxers down, going to position himself to go inside.

“No,” you stopped him, he pulled back wide eyed. “Do you … do you wanna stop? Shit sorry baby, we can stop right now.”

“No! I don’t wanna stop, I just wanna try something different.”

“Okay?” Softly pushing Eddie up, you pulled his guitar pick necklace off of him, pulling it over your own head. Making the boy sit up, you climbed onto his lap.

“Oh?” he smirked. “And what are you doing now baby?”

“Wanna … wanna bounce on your cock,” you said shyly, but forced yourself to meet his eyes.

“You go ahead bunny, bounce on daddy’s cock,” he said, smacking your ass lightly.

Slowly you positioned his cock at your entrance, letting yourself slide down.

You hissed at the feeling of the stretch it was so good. Eddie was packing six, almost seven inches and he was thick. Nice and thick, making your walls tight around him.

“God that pussys good. Come on baby, bounce.”

So you did. Holding onto his shoulders you let your hips rise and fall onto his. Letting out heavy breaths of pleasure. “Fuck bunny,” Eddies head fell back.

“God daddy your dicks so good.”

“Yeah? Best dick you’ll ever get.”

“Only dick I want.” He looked at you then, took one of his big hands and squeezed it around your neck.

You paused in your bounce, letting out a choked moan. “Only dick you’re ever gonna have, cause your mine. Do you understand?” You nodded, unable to speak under his tight grip.

He simply said, “Bounce.” So you did. Slamming your hips, you moved erratically like you’d die without it - which you probably would.

He watched as his necklace bounced between your tits, it was a mouth watering sight.

Eddies ring covered hand squeezed every now and again, his other spanking you harder and harder as he got closer.

Your legs burned and you began to slow. “Is my bunny tired, you need daddy to do the work now?” He teased. With a nod of your head, Eddie let go of your throat.

Hands coming to rest on your waist, his feet lifted from the floor and onto the edge of the couch. Making him even deeper, you could feel him in your throat.

“I got you baby.” He thrusted deep into you making you scream in pleasure, slamming again and again. Over and over. “Fuck yes, such a good pussy, milk my fucking cock. Milk daddy’s dick.”

“Yes yes yes!” You screamed as you came for the second time. Squeezing him, Eddie let out his own grunt, pounding you. His cock getting deeper and deeper. “Fuck yes yes yes!” he chanted as you felt his cum squirt into you.

“Uh fuck yes!” you moaned, nails digging into his shoulder and your body shook, head falling to his neck. “Yes take it baby!” With a final thrust his hips fell down.

Heaving breathing was all that was heard.

“God damn, so how to make you not shy is to fuck you dumb?” Eddie laughed. Face sweaty. “Clearly so.” He swatted your ass again.

“Come on baby we better get cleaned up.”

“Can I stay the night?”

“Of course. We’ll call your parents after we shower okay?”

With a nod, Eddie took his cue, pulling out of you and stood up, your legs wrapping around his waist, arms around his neck.

One hand under your bare ass and one around your back Eddie spoke, “You know they say good things come in threes, reckon I could get another one out of you?”

You smirked, pecking his mouth. “Only one way to find out … daddy.”

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Sooooo … got a bit carried away 👀

Hope you enjoyed 😚

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yellowlilly · 2 years

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#josephquinn #joseph quinn #i love joe #joe quinn #joqunn #eddie munson #stranger things #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson x reader #eddie the freak munson

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ryan-waddell11 · 7 months

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he looks like he stubbed his toe while trying to be dramatic

#eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things #stranger things vol 1 #stranger things 4 #eddie munson stranger things #the hellfire club #joe quinn #netflix #eddie deserves better #stranger things vol 2 #eddie in s5 #eddie as kas #corroded coffin #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x yn #god i miss you #come back to me

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rae0fsunsh1ne · 2 years

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That Look ™

He’s just so dreamy

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folklorefairyy · 2 years

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of toothpaste kisses and giggles -e.m

summary - in which you and eddie get ready for bed together but you can’t help but be distracted by each other’s sweetness

word count - 1.211k

author’s note - this is a request by a lovely anon which you can find here! sweet domesticity with characters are my fave to read and write so this made me so happy!! also it’s barely proofread so i’m sorry dhdhd

warnings - none that i can think of! just sweet touching and kisses - lots and lots of fluff! i write most things with fem!reader in mind but there is no mention of gender nor gendered descriptions within the fic!

Toothpaste dribbles down your chin as you laugh at Eddie trying to vigorously brush his teeth. He makes it his mission to see you laugh whenever he can and tonight's no different.

You try and grab his arm, pulling it away from his mouth, but he just playfully swats you away, increasing the speed of his silly movements.

At this you groan through a giggle, ‘Eds, you’ll have no teeth left if you keep doing that,’ your brows slightly scrunch, words muffled past your own toothbrush.

He leans down to spit out the toothpaste, tall body crammed into the trailer’s small bathroom with you, the close proximity by no means a problem for either of you, as skin brushes and the comfort of being so close kicks in.

He turns his head from the sink to meet yours, a grin presenting his freshly brushed teeth to you, ‘Told you I'd be faster than you babe.’

His thumb comes up to wipe the toothpaste from your chin, smearing iit on the bottom of his shirt and eliciting another groan from you at his carelessness. Before you can lightly scold him he whizzes past you, pecking your cheek hastily and nipping your side before perching on the toilet seat, hands resting on his lap and eyes wide in expectancy.

The sight warms your heart and you giggle at his contagious energy. This was your little routine every morning and night that you were in the company of one another - you brush your teeth together before Eddie sits and watches in awe as you do your skincare routine or makeup.

You brush your hands briefly over his curls, smoothing them back before pecking his nose and getting to work. Random bottles of serum and jars of cream are piled in the sink, the small bathroom having very little room to accommodate your complexity. Neither of you mind the space, having worked in tandem for so long that finding nooks and crannies to fit things and moving around each other whilst doing your own things had become second nature.

Eddie hums a tune as he watches, doe-eyes peer up quizzically, lashes tickle his brow-bones and his long legs brush against your thigh as he leans back on the toilet seat. The heat from his skin is comforting, a warm embrace in the otherwise chilly trailer. You begin to hum along with him, dabbing cream under your eyes delicately.

A smirk graces his lips and he interrupts the humming with a chuckle, ‘Didn't know you knew this one honey.’ His hand reaches out to pinch your thigh and you squirm away, nudging him back with a light tap of your sock-clad foot.

Still focused on your face, you take a peak at him still smiling through your peripheral vision. ‘You've been playing it a lot recently,’ a pause as you remove an eyelash stuck to your skin, ‘ I like it,’ you admit softly.

The confession pulls his smile wider and he reaches forward, lacing his pinky with your own that has been abandoned by your side,’ Well, shit, baby, I’m proud of you.’ The compliment makes you feel fuzzy and you find yourself pausing your movements, smiling shyly to yourself. He swings your hands between you and teasingly whispers, ‘ Knew you’d be a metalhead in no time.’

The comment causes a giggle to flutter from your lips and you look down at him for a moment, that soft smile still painting your lips. You lightly roll your eyes, wiggling your pinky still entwined with his, ‘Oh totally,’ you bring your free hand up and attempt a rocker's hand signal, grinning at how silly you look. With a joking sincerity you continue, ‘The biggest metalhead there ever was.’

He breaks out into a laugh at this, absolutely smitten with your dorky attempt at being a metalhead. He leans forward, pressing his face against your hip and winds his arms around your legs as he continues to chuckle, the sound vibrating against your skin. You can't help but giggle with him, smiling wider at the sound drifting from his lips. There's never a dull moment between you - even when doing something as mundane as your skincare routine.

You smooth your hands over his hair once more, moving his bangs from his face and lean down to rest your forehead against his. With faces pressed so close you mumble out,’ Just have my lip balm to do and then we’re all done Eds.’

At this Eddie leans back, a giddy grin pulling at his lips once more and his eyes lighting up excitedly. ‘Please can I do it again?’ The request is so sweet, hsie citement at his inclusion contagious.

You peck his lips for the thousandth time tonight and whisper against them sweetly, ‘Of course you can, baby, it’s your job now.’

Ever the dork, he ‘whoops’ and springs up to grab the pot of lip balm from within the pile of products still strewn all over (and in) the small sink.

He looks at you over his shoulder, still smiling, and says proudly, ‘Take a seat, babe, I got this.’

You perch yourself on the lid of the toilet and peer up at him softly, eyes filled with admiration at how sweet Eddie Munson truly is. With determination he begins applying the balm to your lips, calloused fingertips brushing against them delicately. His tongue peeks out between his lips as he focuses and you can't fight the smile pulling at your lips.

‘Sweetheart,’ he warns you softly,’ you gotta keep still or it won't be perfect.’

You mutter out a half-hearted ‘sorry’, too giddy to sound heartfelt, not sorry at all for smiling because of the sweet boy before you.

With a final swipe against your lips, he steps back to admire his masterpiece, mouth lifting once more in a proud smile and eyes crinkling in content.

‘Thanks Eds,’ you say softly through a smile of your own.His pretty face and mesmerising eyes mean you can't stop yourself from asking, ‘Can I kiss you in repayment.?’

As though you've revealed you stole his puppy, his mouth drops and his brows rise in offence, ‘and ruin my masterpiece?’ he gapss out, hand resting against his chest dramatically, ‘Baby, how could you?!’

With puppy-dog eyes and a pout on your lips you beg, ‘But Eddie, it means we’ll both have such soft lips if we share,’ you stretch your hand towards him to invite him closer, ‘cant have my boy going without some care now can I?’

With this, he drops his act, heart aching at your sweetness and just how much he loves you. ‘Well, damn sweetheart, how can I say no to such a sweet request?’

He grabs your outstretched hand and lightly tugs you towards him, one moving to rest on your waist and hold you close, the other to your cheek, thumb rubbing your freshly moisturised skin.

‘I'm gonna have the softest lips Hawkins has ever seen, ‘ he smiles against your lips as he softly presses them to yours, pausing for a moment to whisper, ‘well, maybe second after yours sweet thing.’ And with that the two of you stand pressed together in the small bathroom of Eddie’s trailer, sharing toothpaste kisses and giggles.

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maelialuv · 2 years

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Can you do a one shot of Steve x fem! reader are shopping in a supermarket late at night and they’re arguing about what cookies to get and it’s just fluffff

Thank youuu xx

absolutely obsessed w this idea!! I LOVE Steve fluff. hope u enjoy! ty for the request!!

Supermarket Sweep - Steve Harrington

Summary: a late night shopping trip with Steve leads to late night confessions.

Warnings: a bit of angst! mostly fluff! slightly suggestive moments.

Word Count: 2.3K

Had you known that spending more time with a gang of pre-teens would take up so much of your free time, you would have stopped being an honorary baby sitter long before they began requesting food supply runs late into the night.

If you'd known that you'd spend your Friday evening inside Bradley's Big Buy with Steve Harrington, you most certainly would have reconsidered your choice of clothing. Untamed hair, a raggedy pair of beat up sneakers and a much too small tank top - essentially a pyjama shirt- for the blaring cool of the stores air conditioning, you stood motionless next to Steve. He was talking to you, had been for several minutes. It was white noise to your ears.

"...and Max wanted Chips Ahoy, but Dustin says they're too hard on his teeth and Will doesn't like the way they break apart when he-" Steve caught on to your blank stare. You had been looking at a pack of Oreos on the shelf for a long, glassy eyed moment. "Are you listening to me?"

You snapped out of your trance. "What? Sorry, Mike said he wanted some Oreos but I can't remember which ones."

"Oh, double stuffed." Steve said, completely sure. He knew his little nuggets like the back of his hand by now. Mike liked double stuffed Oreos, Max liked Chips Ahoy. Will preferred Milanos, Dustin underlined his Nilla Wafers four times on the list, and Lucas's usual ask of original Goldfish Crackers was so easy to remember it was impossible to get wrong. El was happy with anything.

You grabbed the double stuffed cookies and tossed them into the cart, almost over flowing with the cans of Pringles and the sodas the kids had asked for - the campaign Will and Mike had planned was extravagant, and called for a years worth of junk to keep them going.

How the kids could sit in the Wheeler's basement for hours on end in the peak of Hawkins summer was beyond you. You'd spent just about half of your time at the local pool, and by the evening when it had closed you'd migrated to the heated pool in the back yard of the Harrington residence, swimming and lounging until the sun set and Steve drove you home. The last few weeks, however, you had started hanging out with Steve alone.

It had been Robin that had introduced you to the boy, but you had known Steve 'The Hair' Harrington for years. He was one year above you in school, and how could anyone not know King Steve? You'd witnessed the rise and fall of his relationship with Nancy, and seen him mellow and relax as his focus switched from the basketball team to a team of middle schoolers. Robin had introduced you officially when they started working together at Scoops last summer. Steve recognised you from somewhere - "Did you and I fool around at Stacy's party in the fall?"- and you never confirmed it for him.

It didn't matter too much to him where he knew you from. Now you were his friend, and that was great. Friends.

The last two weeks, you and Steve had seen each other every day. Driving the kids around when the sun was up, chilling by his pool or watching movies in his living room when it was down. You'd been feeling...different. You'd seen Steve without a shirt before - victories of the Hawkins High Tigers being expressed with the swinging of a vest into a crowd of fawning girls. A year ago you would have rolled your eyes at yourself. More often than not over the last few days you had been the one gawking. The way droplets of water lingering on his toned stomach would light up with the reflection of the pool lights. The way he would smooth his hair back. You felt ridiculous, like a school girl writing all over her note book with glitter hearts.

It was like a switch had flicked for you, and suddenly it wasn't Steve, it was Steve. You'd repress it , and try your best to hide it. And then he'd pull a typical Steve stunt.

He tossed his sweatshirt at you, breaking you from another self indulgent trance filled with ice cold lemonade and hot summer nights. "Here," he said, lilt in his voice and smirk on his face, "you look cold." Did you? Sure, the store's air con was a bit much for well after midnight, the scorching heat long gone with the sun, but you weren't cold.

"What?"

He laughed to himself before the smirk returned. "You look cold." This time, his eyes darted down for a few lingering moments to your chest. "Oh." you said, dumb founded at this new side to Steve.

Oh.

In the thin material of your shirt, the cold stream of air had made certain areas more visible than others. Flushed with embarrassment, you shrugged on the sweatshirt. It was miles too big for you, the sleeves going way past your hands and swamping you. "Cute," Steve mumbled lightly, his own light blush littering his cheeks.

You felt the familiar tightness in your chest that came along with being around Steve these days. The aching desire to just , for the love of God, touch him. To have him touch you. For him to want you as you wanted him. You knew you weren't hiding it well, and somehow that made the ache worse; it meant that either Steve knew and ignored it, or was oblivious. You didn't know which option you would prefer at this point, or which would be the least painful.

Little moments- if you could even call them that- were becoming more common place. Steve would take the longer route to drive you home, playing your favourite music any time you were at his house - despite the fact that you knew he didn't always like it, letting you borrow his clothes after a long night swimming. Was it flirting? You thought so, but then he'd give a long speech on how much he valued you as a friend, and that well known pang of hurt would sit on your heart.

You stared at each other for a long few seconds. Steve had this look on his face. Anger? Confusion? He took a breath, as though he were about to say something, when the intercom sounded over the speakers. "Shoppers, the store will be closing in ten minutes."

You stepped away from one another, and Steve walked wordlessly with the cart over to the check out. You physically recoiled. It felt like you had been stung, on the precipice of maybe, just maybe, voicing the feelings. The way he had looked, eyes soft and lips parted in thought, made you shiver. You followed him with a low head.

You checked out in silence. It was awkward. It was never awkward with Steve, and now it was painfully quiet. You loaded the bags into the back of Steve's car, again in silence, and jumped in. When you both reached for the stereo, your hands brushing lightly, Steve flinched away.

You felt sick.

Something had gone terribly wrong , and the banter had blurred the line of flirty friendship and straight flirting. It felt suffocating in Steve's car. The seatbelt felt like it was digging into your stomach, amplifying your growing nausea as you noted Steve's white knuckle grip on the wheel. "Stop the car," you said. You cringed at the meekness of your voice; you sounded like a child. When Steve didn't respond, you said it again. "Steve, let me out. Stop the car."

"We're on a back road, I can't stop . It's dangerous." Steve's voice was tight, hoarse from the silence. It made your eyes sting.

Out of your control , you felt tears welling in your eyes. Why were you crying? You felt ridiculous. You felt small. You felt like you were going to throw up all over the car. "I don't care, let me out." When he ignored you again, you pleaded. "Please! I'm gonna puke!"

At that, the car screeched to a halt - of course the prospect of the car being ruined would make him stop. The second the wheel stopped moving, you ripped your seatbelt off and jumped out. You felt like your stomach was in your mouth as you stalked away from the car.

"Hey, come on, what are you doing?"

You ignored Steve as you bent by a tree - bleary eyed as you felt your heart sink. "Back up, I really don't feel good."

He continued toward you, stopping behind you and scooping up your hair. "Hey, hey, you're alright. Come on, we're almost home."

You allowed him to guide you back to the car. The remainder of the journey, you closed your eyes and rested your head on the window. When the car rolled to a stop, you realised you were at Steve's house, not yours. "We're almost home," he had said.

The steps from the car to the house, from the front door, up the stairs, and to Steve's bathroom was a blur. One moment you were strapped in and the next you were sat on the seat of the toilet, Steve between your parted knees as he rifled through the bathroom cabinet for Tylenol and a small bottle of liquid. Passing you the pill, he poured some of the liquid - which you gathered was make up remover- on to a cotton pad. He gently swiped over your smudged eyes. "There ya go," he whispered. The action made your heart thud inside your chest. You really liked Steve. Maybe more than you realised. Maybe you had more than a crush on him, you didn't know.

You let him wipe away your mascara tears, hands gentle and soft on your cheeks as he held your face. When it was over, and he removed his feather light touch, a knew wave of tears welled in your eyes. "Hey, come on," he said, crouching to your level. You wanted to scream. Wanted to yell at him how much you liked him, maybe more, and ask him to be yours. The only thing that would come out were soft sobs as you lowered your head into your hands.

Steve could feel his heart cracking at the sight before him. His friend, his best friend, breaking down in front of him and he felt helpless as to what to do. So he wrapped his arms around you, resting his head on top of yours. "What's wrong?" he whispered in to your hair. You just shook your head against him. If you told him how you felt, the friendship would end. You were sure of it. Steve would be disgusted, and never see you the same as before. "Come on, talk to me."

When you raised your head to look in his eyes, the remaining shards of Steve's heart shattered. You looked so broken. So tired. Defeated. He cupped your cheek gently. "Tell me."

You simply tilted your head, hoping the he could feel the pang of your heart against your ears and read the emotion as your eyes welled again. To emphasise, you leaned forward. Your forehead rested against his for a second before you pulled away, raising your brows.

"Oh." Steve whispered.

He was silent for a moment,

"Oh."

His tone was hard to decipher, but his confusion was evident by the small v shape forming between his brows. It was so quiet that you could hear the thrum of the pool outside the closed windows. You felt like your heart was going to burst through your chest at any moment.

It was only after you swallowed the lump in your throat that you realised that Steve's lips were on yours.

It was a soft, gentle kiss. More a brushing of the lips, testing the waters to see if what Steve thought was correct. When you didn't pull away - instead leaning into his touch- he kissed you again. This time, his lips met yours as though they were two puzzle pieces. ,Made to fit together. His lips were slightly chapped, but that didn't matter at all to you as you wrapped your arms around Steve's neck. When the two of you needed air and pulled away, Steve continued to pepper light kisses all over your face, spending extra time on the corners of your mouth. He wrapped his arms around your legs, and in one swift motion lifted you from your place on the toilet and hoisted you up.

He spun you around, cheering to himself in a laugh.

"Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do that?" He said as he set you down on your feet. His hands lingered on your waist, not inclined to let you go anytime soon. When you shook your head, he lowered his lips to your ear. "I've wanted you since the moment you since the moment you walked into Scoops." His lips met the shell of your ear then. "Since I saw you walk into my 5th period History."

You pulled away in shock, looking at him with wide eyes. When Robin had introduced you, Steve had acted as though he didn't quite know who you were. "You remembered me? But you-"

"You thought I was gonna waltz up and introduce myself as the guy that crushed on you all of his senior year? I don't think so." He pinched your cheeks when you blushed. "Had to be cool, hard to get. Chicks dig it."

You jabbed him in the ribs lightly. "Do they now?"

"Well, you certainly did."

Another jab, this time stopped as he grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips. "You're an idiot, Steve Harrington."

He kissed your knuckled gently.

"Yeah, maybe. But I got the girl, so how much of an idiot can i really be?"

The answer was a lot. But that didn't matter. Steve liked you. Maybe even loved you, and you'd forever be grateful for the gang of middle schoolers that sent you out on late night shopping trips because of it.

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em-writes-too-much · 2 years

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When Eddie said ‘86 baby.. i didn’t think that was gonna be the number on his headstone 😬

#eddie muson #80s #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie the freak munson #stranger things #stranger things s4 #stranger things season four #eddie #eddie munson angst #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x yn #edward munson #joseph quinn #stranger things angst

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korebringerofded · 1 year

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Changes Eddie Munson X F!Reader/ Steve Harrington X F!Reader

Summary- You would never do anything to hurt Eddie, a misunderstanding leads to Eddie believing you to be cheating on him with Steve Harrington.

Eddie also has some smutty bi!thoughts about reader and steve

AN-Okay so I wrote this all once and it got deleted and this is way less good but I will NOT WRITE IT AGAIN I AM SO ANGRY It was way better the first time please believe me

Warnings- some smut, mechanic!eddie, hurt/comfort, angst, series, future smut, future Steddie X reader, mentions of cheating, dark!Eddie moments, kyle moments, bad no editing because tumblr hates me and deleted the edited one, Stay out of my swamp minors

Request are open and enjoy!

This gif is perfect for this

Eddie had never had any worries when it came to you, you were his everything, his sunshine, someone he could hold and love. He had also never had a problem with you working alongside Steve, ‘The King’ Harrington at the video store.

Despite his trust for you he still tried to avoid Steve regardless. He had always had a deeply rooted jealousy when it came to Steve Harrington, his spotless, almost effortless beauty and charm had alway been a sore spot for Eddie, after all he was ‘The Freak’. Even now, he is barely considered a member of society.

when he entered work that day, whispers and glances from each and every person, guest and employee alike. Being used to this, Eddie tried to shove this aside and started on the first job, putting his bulky headphones over his ears.

He was about halfway through the shift, under a car with grease spread on his face and his hair tied up messily when he overheard some of the guys talking, not realizing he was there.

There were rumors around town that you and Steve had been fucking in the back of the video store.

It was hard for him to ignore the doubt and pain now building in his stomach. His breath caught in his throat as it all sank in, his skin turning a pasty white.

Your face flashed in his head, toothy grin, your pink cheeks and fluttering eyelashes looking up at Steve as they fell to brush your cheeks and then meet back with Steve’s caramel ones. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen it before, the way you always brought him up and your hands would linger on his.

Eddie couldn’t help but let his mind wander, only making that icy feeling in his stomach spread all over him.

He imagined Steve would hold your chin and kiss you roughly, press you against the wall of the video store on a rainy day, your whimpers echoing in the empty store while Eddie was at home, waiting for you to return.

Eddie couldn’t take it any more, he didn't need to hear anymore so he pulled himself up and walked out of his shift, those around him standing with mouths hanging open slightly.

Eddie Munson couldn’t have been considered a ‘safe’ driver but when he was angry or upset he was reckless, his knuckles were stark white as he gripped the wheel, hair flying wildly as he drove, trying to drown out the images that infiltrated his mind with booming music.

It hardly helped and the thought of Steve standing over you in the bed you two shared every night, pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder while your nails scraped down Steve’s perfectly toned back. Your eyes-dazed and low as you stared at Eddie, he swore you were right there, he could smell and feel you just inches away. Your broken moans filled his ears, it was all so wrong and intoxicating.

He felt his face burn red when he noticed his dick had grown rock hard in his pants.

“Fuck.” He grumbled

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“Tell me the fucking truth, (Y/N)” Eddie growled, his voice rumbling from deep in his throat.

“That is the truth, Eddie.” Your voice was stern, tears welling in your eyes threatening to spill over onto your flushed cheeks. “I don’t know what else I can say. I am confused.” You reached your hands out towards him, trembling like a leaf.

Eddie stood there for a moment, fighting back tears of his own as he shook his head, throwing his hands up to keep you at a distance. “No no no no, stop” He chewed at his bottom lip, “I just don’t fucking believe you.” He spat, eyebrows furrowed up.

Your heart shattered in your chest as those sharp words slipped from his lips followed by an endless stream of tears that finally poured down your cheeks.

The two of you stood in your shared apartment in tense silence.

Eddie had got it in his head that you were cheating on him, you weren’t sure if he heard it in town or not. He wasn’t making much sense, regardless he was absolutely convinced.

It wasn’t true of course,you would never do anything to hurt him.

So when he arrived home already heavily intoxicated, face red and chest heaving, you couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. You reached for him, only for him to shove you away from him, a bit harder than he anticipated and you stumbled back slightly, barely holding your balance as your back knocked into the kitchen table.

Eddie was the one who held your heart, he always had been.

It was simple for you, there was no one else and there never would be.

Eddie’s knuckles were white and his jaw clenched to be as sharp as a blade. His already pale skin was flushed and his pupils enveloped any color that was once there. His hair whipped wildly around him as he threw his arms up and raked his fingers through the thick curls, digging into his scalp as he rambled.

“I just want the truth, I think at the very least you owe me that.” He said through gritted teeth.

“Then tell me what the ‘truth’ is, Eddie! I don’t know what I’m supposed to say here!” You rambled, stomping your foot as tears stung your eyes, lip quivering. It was childish, you knew that but you just couldn’t take it anymore, you hated this. You were genuinely confused and hurt.

“You...” Eddie took a few steps towards you, his finger pressing against your chest slightly as he pointed, cornering you against the table, his eyes dark and tear-filled. His rings jingled slightly as his hands trembled. The words were strained as if each one stung him deeply.

“You…are fucking Steve Harrington.” He crouched down slightly to be eye to eye with you.

You wanted to laugh, you almost did but the look on his face, the betrayal, the tears that slid down his cheeks. It tore you apart, you wanted to hold him, beg him to believe you.

You reached up to him, wiping a tear across his face before he gripped your wrist, eyes meeting briefly. Fear and desperation was written on your face while Eddie’s was fiery rage.

‘There’s only you, Eddie. Please believe me.” You whispered.

There was silence for a while, your quiet sniffles the only sound echoing in your apartment before Eddie’s voice cut through it mercilessly.

“I see how he looks at you, and how you look at him. Anyone within a mile of either of you could see it.” His sharp tongue shot venom at you, eyes completely blown and any color left had been burned out like a piece of ash floating down from a roaring flame.

You hardly recognized him, your Eddie was loving and soft. None of this made sense, you wanted to explain. You thought Eddie understood.

“Bullshit.” Eddie laughed grimly, leaning his head back as he did, his whole body shaking violently before he stopped all at once, his body lurching forward and his fist crashing through the brittle drywall next to you, the white powder spreading over the room as you stood in shock.

You gasped audibly, frozen and trembling as your widened eyes looked back and forth between Eddie and his now bleeding hand and the hole in your wall.

He had never done anything like this before. You had known him almost your entire life and while he had never been afraid of fighting an asshat at school or using his sharp tongue to tell someone to fuck off, he was an overall soft kind person.

“You and me, we are finished.” He used his sleeve to wipe his face before the two of your eyes connected for just a moment, your heart sinking into a cool icy bath of shock.

His words were muffled over the gnawing static that now filled your ears.

“He’s leaving, Eddie is leaving. Do something!”

You didn’t move from that spot as your sobs racked through your body, knocking you onto your knees as you pressed your hands to your face.

That was that, Eddie grabbed his keys off the table and with a slam of the door that left you trembling once he was gone. The deafening sound of rubber against asphalt as he pulled away left a gigantic rot in your chest.

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One week, then two passed in agonizing succession. Eddie had disappeared completely, he stopped showing up at work and he wasn’t hiding out at Wayne’s trailer.

“Eddie is missing?” Wayne’s voice perked up at that, worry evident in his tone even through the phone.

“No no, sorry. He-uh. We broke up and he left, I was just trying-um… to make sure he was safe, that's all. Sorry to bother you. He is probably fine.” You mumbled, apologizing again before hanging up before he could say anything else.

The rest of Hellfire claimed to also be completely unaware of where he was or what had happened. Of course, you knew what had happened.

Steve was incredibly endearing, and sweet. His handsome face could knock the wind out of your lungs and his voice made goosebumps spread over your skin. He was your first kiss and crush but now he was your best friend, and your love for Steve was different from the love you and Eddie shared.

Eddie was the one who held your heart, his smile and his hands made your head spin, it was easy being with Eddie, it could only be compared to breathing fresh air on a winding country road. Eddie was the air itself that you drew into your lungs, the blood flowing through your veins, Eddie Munson was your everything.

Being away from him was torture, the two of you had spent almost everyday together since middle school, even then the two of you were foolishly and childishly in love.

He had always swore he would marry you one day, he was certain of it, so much so that he twirled blades of grass into a tiny ring and slid it onto your small finger.

The two of you were so small back then. Things are different now unfortunately.

You had lost track of how many days-weeks had passed since he left, you had checked all over town and he was nowhere to be found, not his Uncle Wayne’s, not Gareths, and not with Dustin.

The alcohol burned through your core with a fiery hunger, your head spinning and knees growing wobbly. You had gotten off work early and had overindulged a bit, tears billowing down your puffy pink cheeks as you sobbed, clutching a bottle in your shaky hands.

It had all passed in a blur, stumbling through the streets, clothes and hair disheveled.

You just couldn’t be at home anymore, being in bed alone only reminded you of Eddie. Wayne and Robin had stopped by a few times and you just wanted to be alone, you didn’t know what to say. Eddie was gone, he left.

So you had begun spending time at the only bar in town and after they would eventually kick you out you would just wander around town.

Tonight was one of those nights, your thin black sweater and jeans had been soaked by the freezing rain that fell from dark billowing clouds looming over you. You had lost one of your shoes at some point in time, but you really couldn’t find it in you to care.

You stumbled drunkenly, gripping your brown bag as tears threatened to spill over.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck..” You groan, shaking your head, you were just so tired of crying.

Amidst your drunken state and sobs that shook your shoulders, you hadn’t noticed that you had stumbled into the middle of the winding road where you collapsed into a pile.

The only light coming down on that dark street was from the moon poking through the dark clouds.

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“Steve? Steve, is that you?” Dustin’s voice was muffled for just a moment through the speaker of the phone of Family Video.

“What is going on, squirt? Don’t you know that Saturday’s are our busiest nights?” Steve scoffed, holding the phone to his ear between his shoulders and cheek.

“It’s (Y/N)!” Dustin said through the phone

“What?” Steve mumbles, eyes widening as he grips the phone.

“Yes! Now listen,” Dustin groaned, “I think something is going on, I haven’t heard from Eddie in weeks and he was being really weird when I last saw him. I went to her place and the door was just left open, her car is here too. Eddie’s uncle was there looking for her too.” Dustin continued his rambling.

Steve’s mouth was hung open just slightly before he slammed the phone back on the receiver, Dustin’s pleas were shrill for a moment before being cut off with a soft thud.

“Fuck,” Steve ran his fingers through his hair, heart beating in his chest. “Robin! Can you handle this by yourself?” He asked, already pulling his jacket over his shoulders.

“Wait, what!? What is happening?” Robin glared at him, eyes wide. “You are NOT abandoning me here for some big bo-” She paused and her face softened when she realized the look of dread on his face, skin pale and eyes wide.

“Something is wrong with (Y/N).”

Robin blinked, her expression softening before she sighed. “Don’t wuss out this time,”

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Steve drove all around town, the rain beating down on his windshield more and more as time passed on. You weren’t at the bar or the restaurant or anywhere else you might have possibly been. Steve wasn’t even sure if you would want to see him right now but he couldn’t hold back anymore, he would never forgive himself for not being there for you.

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The cold ground made you shiver, your fingers and toes numb from the frozen rain. You fought back the nausea bubbling in the pit of your stomach as you tried to pull yourself up, arms trembling before you collapsed back down, a blinding light surrounding you before you slipped out of consciousness.

Your memory was foggy after that, head still spinning as you were carried into a car and laid down in the backseat with an extreme level of caution.

You didn’t see their face but those hands, that voice. They were familiar and kind so you relaxed into them, warmth enveloping you as you were wrapped in a jacket and blankets.

“What were you doing out there? It's okay, you’re okay.” A familiar voice rambled, cutting through your hazy spinning before your eyes met with a familiar set of soft chestnut eyes.

“Steve?” You mumbled, tears overflowing before you threw your arms around his neck, sobbing softly.

“I’ve got you, it's okay. You’re okay.” He brushed the tears away and held you close, strong arms wrapped around you, his chin resting on your head while the rain poured down relentlessly, the deafening patter of rain matching Steve’s rapidly beating heart.

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desecration | eddie munson x fem! catholic! reader

part two of ‘devotion’

summary | with immense guilt eating at you from that night, you try your hardest to avoid eddie — which doesn’t go as planned.

warnings | adult language; degradation & praise; eddie has a confirmed god kink; overstim & edging; thigh riding; oral (f to m); wrong usage of rosary and cross; spit & spanking; blasphemy; author is going to hell.

note | if you have not yet read part one, go here.

The night after Eddie took your virginity, you went to Church, and confessed.

Shame filled you, and you were too afraid God would throw bad luck your way for disobeying him.

The Father acknowledged for you to not speak or cross paths with Eddie anymore, because he was meant to bring you down into Hell with him.

And you did just that.

You went to school early, did what you had to, and your mother picked you up after. Eddie's van was always parked in the same spot, waiting to pick you up, and it made your heart ache.

For the past week, you cried into your pillow, and the guilt of ignoring him hurt you more than sinning. You were in turmoil, pacing back and forth in your bedroom every night, glaring at your cross every now and then.

By the end of the week, you had decided it would be better to keep Eddie away from you. Not for the reason of your religion and how scarce it was to you, but because you felt bad that he had to sneak around with you, to protect you and your image.

He deserves someone better than that, and for as long as you lived, you couldn't be that.

You sat at your desk, doodling in your diary, cheek resting in your palm. You were lost in your thoughts, and guilt was seeping through your heart again.

A knock came across your bedroom door, and your eyes turned to it, seeing your mother open it up. She smiled at you, noticing your opened diary with the small, mindless drawings in it.

"We are off to the Wheelers. Are you sure you don't want to come?" She asked, frowning small. "Nancy will be there, I know you two haven't spoken in a bit."

"Not tonight, Mom. I'm tired from this whole week," you stated, and she hummed, coming into your bedroom. She walked over to you, placing a gentle kiss on top of your head before walking out.

Your father didn't give his farewell to you, only stepping out of the house when your mother did.

After their departure from home, you left your bedroom, and made a quick trip to the kitchen. You opened up the fridge, seizing a Coke, and padded back to your room.

You hummed to yourself in blank thought, cracking open the beverage, and your eyes flickered from the drink to the tall figure sitting on your bed. You yelped in fear, realizing it was Eddie – who broke in through your window.

"Eddie, what the fuck!" You shouted, your hand grasping tighter onto the can. You stood in your door frame, staring at him.

Eddie grinned, relaxed and perched at the edge of your bed, his hands playing with your rosary. "No hello?" He questioned, snickering. You pushed yourself into your bedroom, settling the drink down on your desk.

"You can't just break in," you said, laying all your attention onto him as you leaned against your desk chair. "What are you doing here?"

"You haven't spoken to me in a week, and I'm not allowed to call your telephone," Eddie stated, and you sighed, rubbing your temple. "And when I asked Marcy about you, she said you were ignoring her too."

"I've just been busy," you lied, your tone shutting down with your mood. "School and stuff."

"Sweetheart," Eddie frowned, tilting his head to the side, trying to understand you. "You're not a great liar, you know this."

You sighed, pursing your lips as your cheeks puffed. "That night... I don't know."

"Do you regret it?" Eddie asked, genuinely intrigued and worried. You could see panic plastered over his face, and in his eyes.

"No, I don't," you assured, clearly and simply. "I just felt wrong, and paranoid. And everything between us feels so complicated."

"How so?" He wondered, and you took a sip of your drink before standing yourself in front of him, only a few inches away. "Explain to me how it is complicated."

"We have to constantly sneak around, and my dad hates you," you began, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. "And I'm such a prude sometimes, and I know there's so many things you want to do, and it's just not fair."

Eddie only stared at you, now puzzled and baffled. He scoffed, almost having the need to laugh at your explanation.

You raised a brow. "What?"

"Baby, you're not a prude," Eddie comforted, standing up from the bed, and his hands fell onto your cheeks the moment he was in front of you. "You just don't know things yet because your whole life you were told if you did a certain thing, you'd be destined for Hell."

You pouted, your doe eyes melting into his eyes. "I don't want you to miss out on any fun because of me."

"I'm not, love. Sneaking around is fun," Eddie said, earnest and gentle. "Knowing your dad fucking hates me is fun. Everything is good and sweet."

"But still, Eds," you exhaled heavily, drowning in doubt, and shrugged. "There are plenty of other girls who aren't insecure, or worried to try out new things. It doesn't feel right."

"Insecure?" Eddie repeated.

"Look at me," you pointed out, and he did what you said – his eyes took in every fragment and part of your body, wanting to fall to his knees and worship the solid ground you walked on.

He was starting to realize many things, puzzles coming together and clicking in his head. That night, your body was in his possession, and you weren't sure if he loved owning it – you were trembling and scared, even panicking when he stared at your bare breasts.

But he fucking loved every moment – for the first time, he thanked God; he thanked him for making you into the most sweetest, breathtaking creature known to mankind. He would praise God for letting you roam this Earth, in such a breathless manner, and being able to call you his.

And your beauty could never scare him – ever.

In a hot response, Eddie collapsed to his knees in front of you, and your mouth fell agape, eyes following his movement. "What are you doing?" You asked, staring down at him as his fingertips gripped at the waistband of your pajama shorts.

Eddie looked up at you, eyes filled with endearment. "Can I?"

You shivered, this heavy contact stuffing the room with visible tension, beginning to consume you and Eddie.

The way his eyes soaked into yours, made everything more tempting and unbearable. But he meant well, you could easily tell.

So you nodded, humming, too.

Eddie pulled down your shorts and panties, letting them fall to your ankles. You kicked them away, feeling your boyfriend's cold, caring hands lay on the sides of your hips. He planted kisses on your thighs, up and down, stopping when he was near the inner portion of them.

"Look at you," Eddie mumbled, drowning in your beauty. "You are heavenly. The angels must weep over your grace."

Your heartstrings were tugged by his honey voice as it wrapped around you like a warm blanket.

"I'd only corrupt you, deprive you of everything, only if you asked," Eddie said, and you could tell he was genuine – more than genuine. His touch was protective and easy, though you could tell he needed you, that he had been aching for you.

You ached for him in the same way.

If you were to be damned to Hell for loving Eddie Munson, for letting his taste and touch consume you entirely, then you'd gladly burn for eternity. You'd burn whilst knowing that he loved you with every fucking heartbeat and piece within him.

He was a sin that you wanted to commit.

"I want you," you blurted, and Eddie's eyes glanced back into yours. "Please, I want you."

Eddie stood back up on his feet, brushing strands of hair out of your face. "Be more specific, sweet girl. Use your words."

You shivered, whimpering under your breath, and your fingers tugged at Eddie's belt. You were choking on your words, mouth agape but nothing falling out of it.

Eddie chuckled, mocking a pout and cooed. "Come on, sweetheart. You don't want to disobey your God, right?"

Your heart raced, body heating from the word God – that Eddie once again, referred to himself as your God.

"Corrupt me," you breathed. "Violate me."

There was a shift of character inside of Eddie when the word 'violate' passed between your quivering lips.

He grabbed your hand, leading you over to your bed, and sat down. He had you straddle his lap as he pulled off his Black Sabbath shirt, carelessly letting it drop to the floor. You followed his stripping, taking off your long sleeve, and let it join his top.

"So fucking pretty," he mumbled, giving your lips a soft kiss. "My pretty girl."

He adjusted you, your exposed cunt laying on his right thigh. Your brows scrunched in confusion, his hands falling back on your hips.

"Grind against my thigh, honey," Eddie said, and you didn't move an inch, not knowing how to exactly do such a thing. This got a snicker out of him. "Do you not know how to do it?"

"No," you mumbled, smiling in shame. "I'm sorry."

"Ah, don't be sorry," he reassured. "Hold onto my shoulder, move your hips back and forth."

You followed his instructions, your hands gently grasping his shoulders. Your cunt brushed against the denim fabric of his jeans as his hands helped guide your rocking movement.

It didn't take much time for your arousal to grow, wetness seeping from your cunt, down onto his leg. You moaned breathlessly, resting your head on his shoulder as you grinded further on him. Your noises poured out of your mouth, into his ears.

"You're doing so good, sweetheart," Eddie praised, continuing to help move your hips and cunt. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yes, yes," you whimpered, your head in the crook of his neck.

Eddie took vast pleasure to know he was the one depriving every remnant of innocence left in you. That he was the cause of your impurity, and lived on the idea of telling your respected father of how he made his loving daughter into a whore for Hawkins' freak.

"That's my girl," he mused, kissing the side of your head. "I want you to look at me."

You moved your head upwards, eyes locking with his. Your body was overwhelmed as you picked up your pace, and a shuddering gasp elicited from you.

"You don't get to cum yet," Eddie stated, and you frowned. "Keep going, but don't you dare cum."

As per usual, you nodded and obeyed, feeling his calloused hands run up to your torso, giving it a squeeze. Then, his touch disappeared, and you were left alone to ride his thigh.

The feeling of your cunt running up and down his thigh was indescribable, yet made you feel filthy – you enjoyed being filthy. You were to recoil from this harsh feeling, but instead, consumed it, and wanted it more.

A stroke of heat hit the inside of your stomach, your climax creeping closer with every fast, desperate move you made.

Your eyes averted from Eddie's as they rolled back, choking on your noises, and it signaled him. He stopped you, maneuvering you to lay on the bed.

You whined in protest, groaning. "Come on!"

"I said you didn't get to cum," Eddie said, fiddling with his belt and the zipper of his jeans. "You made it very clear you were about to."

"Why can't I?" You asked.

"Because I want to have my fun with you," he admitted, throwing the last of his clothing to the ground. "You told me to violate you, and that's what I'm going to do."

Fair point.

Eddie hovered you, his face right in the center of yours, and his hair drooped, tickling your cheeks. "We might need to buy you a pill after this. Is that okay?"

"Yes, it's okay," you assured, and he smiled, kissing your forehead.

Eddie hoisted your legs around his waist, keeping them locked there. His cock pushed into you, and you gasped, eyes widening to the sudden rush of it. "Oh fuck," you mumbled, and he smiled to your mere curse, drilling himself into you.

"Eddie!" You moaned, the intensity of his pace taking over you. "Oh my god!"

"I'm your God, alright?" Eddie reminded you, grabbing your face and shaking it to get you to respond. "You only need me. Only I can take care of and protect you."

"Yes, yes!" You agreed, nodding hastily. "You're my God. I worship you."

"That's a good fucking whore," he said, letting your jaw free, and gave your cheek a gentle pat. "You're so fucking perfect, sweetheart."

His hands rested on your stomach, pressing down onto it as he focused on pounding roughly into your aching cunt. Your fingers curled and grasped into his hair, tangling up with the other knots in it.

Your body was running and washing with unfathomable desire, letting Eddie just control you.

With your legs imprisoned around his waist, you were able to have him close, your fingers running out of his hair, down his back. Your nails dug into his shoulder blades, dragging down harshly as his cock hit the inside of you so perfectly.

You could feel his body tensing with intimacy, his hands still pushing down on your abdomen. Vulgar, lewd noises and colliding skin filled up your bedroom, being sure your neighbors could hear how loud you were being.

The head of your white wood bed frame smacked against the wall with every thrust Eddie drilled inside of you, a cocky grin playing on his lips. He brought up one hand as it gripped onto the head, using it as leverage to thrust further into you, and his guitar pick necklace dangled over your face.

Your nails kept marking up his back whilst he put a chaste kiss on your lips.

Then, the fire of desire flooded your stomach almost immediately, and your thighs trembled – Eddie could feel them shake against and around his waist.

"Does my poor girl need to cum?" Eddie mocked, breathing heavily. The smell of his tobacco-like breath struck your face and nostrils.

"Please, please," you panted, your hands trailing back to his shoulders. "Let me cum for you. Let me cum for my God."

Eddie could feel his cock twitch, and he could almost go insane. "Yeah? You want to cum that bad, baby?"

Your climax was piercing at your stomach, becoming unbearable by the second. "I'll be good, just let me cum."

Both of Eddie's hands were now grasping onto your headboard as he only stared at you, watching you unravel entirely. He was claiming your body within every passing minute, and he adored it – oh, he fucking consumed it.

Your body shook. "Hmphhh, 'm gonna cum–"

"Like hell you are," Eddie seethed, taking himself out of you before you could release your climax. You cried, kicking your feet in frustration, and he laughed dryly.

He didn't give you a moment to catch a single breath, maneuvering you onto your stomach. He picked your ass up, bringing it back towards him, and used a free hand to grasp your hair, tugging your head back.

Your neck was craned upwards, your eyes falling onto your cross that was nailed above your bed.

"Don't take your eyes off of it," Eddie warned, and your cunt was refilled with his cock, your body flinching. He went on to brutalize your soaking cunt, his hand tight and curled up in your hair as his hips snapped forward, and hit against your ass.

You tried your best to stay concentrated on the cross, your vision blurring in and out. Your hands squeezed your pillows, clawing into the fabric of the pillowcases. "Ffuuckk, just like that," you managed to breathe out, impure noises escaping your hanging mouth. "Oh, right there!"

"So fucking filthy," Eddie spat, gnashing his teeth together. "I wonder what your parents would think if they knew you were a desperate, needy whore for me."

Eddie had to use his other hand to keep your body afloat, snaked and looped under your waist. The symphony of pounding, hot skin smacking against one another bounced off every corner in your bedroom, followed with your crying whines, and Eddie's shuddering moans.

"You only worship me," Eddie reminded, and you hummed, dumbing out over his cock. "You only need to ask for forgiveness from me, sweetheart. No one else."

He freed your hair from his hand, your head dropping down onto your pillows. Your climax came back to taunt you, burning your abdomen as he thrusted harder and harsher into your sensitive area.

You didn't want to tell or plead to let go of your hot peak, your thighs quivering with your body. Your climax got heavier and closer, and you bit down onto your lower lip. "E–Eddie, fuck, fuck!" You screamed, your high flooding out of you all at once.

Your body twitched, and Eddie paused, letting his cock just sit in you. "Did you fucking cum?" He asked, and you whimpered, too tired to answer him. Without getting a response out of you, he chuckled, and pushed your body away from him, his cock falling out of you.

Oxygen engulfed your lungs, swallowing thickly as you could only feel Eddie standing on your bed, above you. You heard shuffling and movement from him, but you couldn't raise your neck to see what he was exactly doing.

So suddenly, your body was being shifted from the bed, to over his lap.

Eddie had bent you over his lap, your ass perfectly placed on it for his eyes to observe. Your breath was caught so hard in your throat, you thought you'd choke.

"Look what I have," Eddie said, and your eyes peeked up, only to see him holding his cross. "I told you not to cum. I warned you several times, sweetheart."

You shivered, and you watched the cross disappear from your sight, only to feel it brush against your ass. "You're seriously not going to use that," you doubted, and he hummed.

The worst apart from the fact that he was going to strike your ass with a cross, was the fact he was going to strike it with a wooden cross – a thick, wooden cross.

And there was no way you'd get forgiveness for such a thing.

"Going to mark your pretty ass," Eddie said, and your whole being tensed. "So every time you see these bruises, you'll remember to listen to me."

In a sudden movement, the cross struck your bottom in a hard, violent rush, and you jolted, squealing in response to it. It was painful, but at least tolerable.

Another one came as you reacted the same way.

Then another.

Another, another, another, another, another – making his last hit rougher and more brutal, your body nearly falling off his lap from the way it jumped and squirmed. Within every strike, you tolerated it, but there were tears at the brim of your waterline by the end of it all.

He laid the object to the side of him, his hands caressing and massaged your bottom.

"You're going to Hell for that," you said, and he barked a laugh.

"I was already going to Hell. That was just my ticket for it," Eddie replied breathlessly, and he removed you from your lap, your body falling back down on your mattress.

Your ass was on fire, and Eddie retreated to towering over your limp form, putting your legs over his shoulders.

From how much he kept fucking you, you knew you were going to be sore for a week, no doubt about it.

"You want to cum so bad, hmm?" Eddie wondered, and shoved his cock back into you, earning a shaky gasp from you. "Then you will cum over and over again, until I feel that your filthy pussy is good enough to stop fucking."

His arms looped around your calves to keep your legs on top of his broad shoulders, his cock hammering into you, and you were surprised to hear yourself elicit enough sick noises.

Sweat washed into your bedroom, dominating over the vanilla scent that always occupied it. Yours and Eddie's noises aligned, your eyes drifting back and forth from his, and a stab of your climax came back into your stomach.

"Shiiiit, I need to cum," you mumbled, your exhausted thighs creating another wave of trembles. "Gonna cum, Eds, gonna cum."

You were already fucked out, your brain shutting down before your body could.

"Cum for your God, angel," Eddie said, chuckling breathily. "Cum on my cock."

You nodded lazily, your climax freeing itself without any mind to it, and you gasped. Your lids squeezed shut, your hands grasping onto your bed covers, and nails dug into them. "You're fucking me s'good, Eds. So, so good."

"Praise your God, sweetheart," Eddie demanded, his cocky grin playing on his lips again. "Praise how good he makes you feel."

"Oh, so fucking amazing," you replied breathlessly, the two of you holding eye contact. "You fuck me so good, God. You feel so right inside of me."

Your words got him more animalistic and hyper, his cock getting any deeper it could into your dripping cunt as your next orgasm approached. Your back arched sharply, your mouth hanging open with Eddie's name falling out of it.

"I'm going to cum, okay?" Eddie told you, and you hummed slowly. His arms tightened more around your calves, his eyes averting from yours, towards your area. He watched and concentrated the way he fucked you so lovingly, but so fucking disgustingly. "Fuck, cum with me, sweet girl."

"Hmm, almost there," you warned, and he breathed heavily, his high finally burning inside of him.

"Holy shi– Fuck! Fuck, I'm going to cum right now," Eddie said, his high riding out of him in a flash as you could feel his fingernails scrap against your skin in response. "Fucking shit!"

He didn't stop as he came, watching both his and yours cum coat his dick. You were not far behind on your last orgasm as your body flinched and jolted to letting it go, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your back elevated, your hands clutching firmly on your bed covers.

Eddie pulled himself out of you, admiring your hole leaking with his and yours orgasm. It dripped all the way down to your bed, and he had to catch a breath, whilst you tried to collect a single thought.

You shivered and your throat felt harsh, like sandpaper. Sweat beaded onto your forehead, hair strands matted on your cheeks, and your body was melting from the sex.

Eddie panicked, looking over at you as he placed a gentle, caring hand on your cheek. "Hey, you with me?" He asked. "Are you okay?"

"Y—Yes, yes," you rasped. "I just won't be able to move for a week or two."

He laughed, kissing your forehead. "Just one more thing, okay? Can you handle that?"

"I can handle anything," you nodded, smiling in reassurance.

Eddie got off the bed, walked over to your desk, and seized your rosary that sat on top of your Bible, admiring the religious jewelry. "Come here," he called, standing in front of your floor mirror.

You struggled for a moment to even move off the bed, but you managed to stumble over to him, and drop yourself down to your knees in front of him. You looked up to him with glossy, drooping eyes, and he did what he did last time – tie up your wrists with your rosary.

After doing so, he was in front of you, and put one last kiss on the top of your head. "Open your mouth, baby," Eddie said, and you did, popping it open, and he slowly inched his cock into your mouth. "Suck my dick, baby. Be a good girl."

You took it easy on moving your mouth up and down in the first few minutes, since you could barely adjust to his size, and continued to look up at him. He let himself curl his fingers into your hair, giving you mere help on sucking him off.

"You're such an obedient whore," Eddie mused, smiling small. "Always being so good for me."

Your mouth began to pick up at a quicker pace, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat, and you tried preventing yourself from gagging immensely. You could hear a symphony of incoherent curses being spurred out and under Eddie's breath as his cock pushed deeper into your mouth.

He threw his back, his chest heaving. "Fuck, you're going to be the death of me."

Drool formed around the corners of your mouth as you kept it trapped around his cock, not wanting to catch a single breath of air until he was pleased enough.

Eddie's eyes shifted back into yours, shaking to the mere sight of your doe eyes as if you weren't considering your mouth as nothing else but an object for his desire. He stopped your mouth from moving, jamming and thrusting his cock in your mouth, using his grasp on your hair for support.

Your eyes fell back, gagging roughly, and did your best to breathe out your nostrils. Your brows knitted together as incoherent gargles were caught up in your throat, nearly choking on them.

"About to cum, sweetheart," he breathed out, his moans shaking with his words. "And you're not going to swallow it until I say so."

You were able to gargle a 'yes' in between one of the many, fast and harsh thrusts, tears dripping down your cheeks carelessly.

"Fucking hell, fuck!" Eddie nearly choked on his words as his orgasm flooded into your mouth, and he exhaled sharply. "Oh fuck, sweetheart," he murmured, letting his cock sit in your mouth for a few more seconds, before it was out of your mouth shortly after.

You obeyed his word, his climax sitting in your mouth, and already reopened your mouth for him to see. You got a short-ended laugh from him as he patted your cheek, and leaned in closer to your face, spitting into your mouth.

"There we go. Now you can swallow," Eddie assured, and you nodded, closing your mouth as you swallowed both his cum and saliva. He unhooked the rosary from your wrists, his lips hanging onto it whilst he helped you up, guiding you back to your bed.

The second you sat on your bed, you collapsed down onto it, and stared at your ceiling.

Eddie dropped your rosary onto your desk before standing next to your bed, looking at you curiously. "You need to shower, baby."

You were on the verge of passing out for a good ten hours or so, gathering lungfuls of breath to calm your body down. "Yeah, yeah, but–"

"Honey, we are home!" You heard your mother shout, and Eddie was already on his way of locking your door.

"I swear to God, I'm going to throw myself out my window," you mumbled, throwing your arms over your face, and groaned. "We're going to have to wait until they're asleep or something."

Eddie laid down next to you. "Yeah, but you may need to go speak with them so they don't get curious or anything."

"I'm not in the right condition to walk, Eds," you reminded, and he sighed wryly, shrugging his shoulders.

"And who's fault is that?" Eddie teased.

You elbowed him. "Shut up."

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louloulemons-posts · 9 months

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Drunk Snuggles

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Summary : Eddie gets a little drunk at a party and wants to cuddle his girlfriend.

Word Count : 1.7K

Warnings : mentions of alcohol, Eddie getting a little sad, it’s angsty for like a second, major fluff, fluffy Eds, none sexual nakedness, use of Y/N, pet names, not proof read.

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Laughing as you spoke to Robin, you could feel the music thumping around the room. You were at a house party, it wasn’t something you did a lot but you felt like it.

“I think our peace is going to be disturbed,” Robin said, motioning to somewhere behind you. Turning you saw your other friend Steve Harrington, he looked flushed in his face.

When he reached you he spoke, “You need to come deal with your boy, he’s something else with booze in his system.”

“Where is he?” You asked.

“The garden, I left him on a lounger.”

You nodded and headed through the crowd of dancing bodies to get to the back door. It was much quieter out there, not many people. A few were smoking and others making out.

The curly haired boy lay on a lounger, staring up at the sky. An almost empty bottle of beer loosely hanging from his hand. Making your way to him you could only smile.

“Hey,” you spoke softly, to not make him jump. Hearing your voice he shot up, “Hey!” Attempting to stand and make his way to you, he cackled as he wobbly, nearly falling flat on his face.

You quickly grabbed him, ensuring that he stayed up right. “Careful Eds,” you said, holding him by the waist. Giving you a goofy grin, he sighed, “You’re so beautiful, where did you go?”

“Just talking to Robin babe, I did tell you.”

“Yeah but you were gone agessss,” he whined, lips falling into a pout. “20 minutes isn’t ages.”

“It is, my favourite girl left me for 20 whole minutes, that’s like … a million seconds!”

“A million?”

“Mhm,” he nodded.

“Well I’m back now.”

“Yeah,” he smiled again, hugging you tightly.

You hadn’t seen Eddie get drunk too many times, but on the few occasions you did, you noticed he became a lot more touchy than usual.

“Love you so much,” he slurred.

“I love you too.”

“Yeah?” He asked, pulling away to look at your face. “Yeah, I love you.” He laughed, shyly hiding his face, in your neck.

“What’s funny?” You asked.

“The prettiest girl in the whole of Hawkins .. in the whole world … the whole universe! Loves me, Eddie Munson. Who’d have thought,” he rambled on.

“How much have you had to drink pretty one?”

“Just a couple.”

“Mhm. Sure you did. Should’ve kept an eye on you.”

“I’m sorry, are you mad at me?” He asked, eyes almost teary when he looked at you.

“Oh no,” you said, softly stroking his face, “I’m glad you’re having fun.”

“Mhm, I was. But then you left me! Then Steve said he’d find you, tell you to come and see me if I promised to stay on the lounger.”

“And here I am,” you smiled.

“Mhm! You found me!”

“Course I did, can’t lose my favourite boy can I?”

“I’m your favourite boy?” He asked, tilting his head like a puppy. “Yeah baby, you’re my favourite person.”

His face flushed at that, gosh he was so cute. “Could we maybe go home now though?” He asked.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah I just-” he mumbled something into your neck.

You laughed, “Pretty one I can’t hear you when you talk there, tell me what you said.”

“I wanna … go home and cuddle.”

“You wanna cuddle?”

“So bad,” he said softly, head resting on your shoulder.

“We can do that, let’s go say goodbye and then I’ll drive us home.”

“Home?”

“The trailer Eds.”

“It’s your home?”

“Wherever you are is my home Eddie.”

He looked like he was about to burst into tears, but instead he held the sides of your face and planted a kiss on your mouth. “Love you so much.”

“Love you too baby.”

You unwinded your arms from his waist and took his hand, “Lets go say bye then.” Walking back into the party you saw your friends.

They waved at you as you made your way over, a stumbling Eddie behind you. “Careful,” you said, to which he just laughed.

You hugged Nancy, Steve, Robin and Jonathan goodbye. Making sure they all had ways to get home safe, feeling Eddie almost tugging you towards the door.

“Good luck with him tonight Y/L/N,” Steve said. “Thanks Harrington, see you guys later.”

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When you arrived at the car, you helped Eddie in as he had turned into bambi on ice. No idea how to control his long limbs. “Steady babe, mind your head,” you said, placing your hand on his curls and he got into your car.

He pulled his legs in and sighed as he leaned back against the leather seat. Leaning over to do his seatbelt, he pecked your cheek. Once. Twice. Three times.

“Comfy?” He nodded, you smiled. Shutting the door and climbing to your side, repeating the same actions as Eddie had done, you began your drive to Eddies.

The car was quiet, only the rumbling of the engine making a sound. Whilst you changed gears you felt another hand on yours, Eddie linking your fingers. “You okay?”

“Miss you.”

“Sweet boy I’m right here,” you chuckled.

“Not close enough.”

“Well we can be close and cuddle as soon as we get in and ready for bed okay?”

“Mhm. How longs it gonna take?”

“‘Bout 5 minutes Eds.”

Letting out an audible whine, you looked over at your boyfriend. “What?”

“Too long.”

“You’ll be okay. You’ve got my hand and we can talk.”

“What about?”

“Anything.”

He let out a sigh, thinking of something to say. “Can I ask a question?”

“Sure, go for it babe.”

“Why me?”

“Why you what?” You furrowed your brows, not understanding what he meant.

“Why would you want to be with me?”

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re kind, and funny, and a great friend. I love spending time with you. You make me happy, and laugh so much. You’re a beautiful souls Eddie.”

You heard him sniffle. Pulling into the trailer park, Eddie hadn’t spoke since your little speech. “Here we go Pretty one, we’re home.”

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Turning off the car and climbing out you walked round to help Eddie, finding him tearing up. “Hey, what’s wrong?” You asked, stroking his face.

“You just said … such nice things!” He cried out, “ so nice and I just love you and you love me and it’s just nice.”

“Oh baby, come on let’s get in. You need some cuddles huh?”

He nodded, rubbing his face and taking your hands to get out the car. Locking it, you walked into the trailer. Wayne was lay on the couch watching a show.

“Hey kids how was the party?” He asked.

“It was good we had fun,” you smiled at the older man. “Good I’m glad, have you eaten?” He questioned.

“Baby,” Eddie whined in your ear, arms wrapping around you from behind. “Yeah, there were snacks and stuff so we’re good. Thank you though.” He hummed at you.

“I assume he’s drunk a bit?” Nodding to Eddie. “Yeah, I’m gonna get him to bed.”

“Call if you need anything Sweetheart.”

“Will do. Say night Eds.”

“Night Pops.”

“Night Son, don’t give her any trouble.”

“Would never!”

You laughed, “Come on Pretty one let’s go to bed.”

“For cuddles?”

“Mhm cuddles, let’s go.” Eddie dragged you to his room, throwing the door open. Falling over his bed to turn on his lamp.

“Be careful!” You said, shutting the door behind you. “‘M okay.”

“Come on, let’s get changed.” You went to his draws grabbing some plaid pants, handing them to him.

Taking out one of his old shirts and some shorts for yourself, you went to him. “You want some help?” You asked.

“Please.”

“Okay Sweet Boy, shoes first, can you take your rings off for me?”

“‘Mkay.”

Undoing his laces and pulling his shoes from his feet, you placed them by his others, sliding off your own. “Done it,” he said, passing you his many rings, you placed them on the top of his dresser, yours once again being placed next to them.

“Okay jacket and shirt next,” you helped him get his arms out and his head out of his shirt, throwing them to the washing bin in his room. “Want a shirt? Or just bottoms?”

“Bottoms.”

“Okay pretty one, let’s get you out of your jeans then.”

You undid his belt as his hands didn’t want to listen to his head, along with the button and zipper. Sliding them off his legs, “Want to keep your underwear on?”

“No.”

“Can I do it?”

“Mhm. Never have to ask.”

“That’s sweet babe, but I do. Let’s get em off.” You’d seen Eddie naked plenty of times, not always in a sexual manor, well actually it was less sexual that it was sweet moments.

You’d shower together just because, washing each others hair sweetly, you’d lay together, bare just to be close. He liked skin on skin you’d learned. Comforted him.

“Can you put these on so I can get changed?” You asked.

“Mhm.” He quietly took the pants off you and began to slide his feet in. Sliding off you jacket and top you slid into his. Doing the same with your own jeans, getting into your shorts.

Placing them in the hamper, you opened another draw, pulling out some wipes. You cleaned your face off in front of the mirror. Looking in it you saw Eddie watching you, now in his pyjamas.

“Beautiful,” he said.

“Hm?”

“You’re beautiful.”

“So are you.” He flushed again, dropping onto the bed and chuckling into his hands. You couldn’t help but grin, wiping off any remaining mascara and threw the wipe into the trash.

“Come on then let’s cuddle.” Shuffling up the bed, you both climbed under the blanket. Turing off the light, Eddie rested his head on your chest, wild curls everywhere. “You want me to tie it up?” You asked.

“Can you play with it?” Sleep evident in his voice.

“Sure thing.” Fingers running through his curls, his arm wrapped around your face and he snuggled into your chest. “I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too Pretty, now get some sleep.”

“‘Mkay.”

Kissing the top of his head, he hummed, soon drifting off into dreamland. You following behind not far after, the sound of Wayne’s show playing quietly filling the darkness.

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spookyscarydemonbabe · 1 year

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i’m trying to sleep for my 5:30 shift tomorrow but the horny thoughts are keeping me occupied…

imagine you knowing exactly what Eddie needs when he’s angry

you can see that he’s pissed off from not being able to get the right rhythm to go along with his lyrics or he just can’t figure out exactly what’s wrong with his engine and his nose is starting to scrunch and he starts huffing and puffing around the trailer and you ask him two very simple questions:

‘are you angry baby?’

‘do you need to go to your happy place?’

you won’t even get to finish your second question before Eddie slings you over his shoulder with one swipe and carries you into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him as he tosses you onto the bed

Eddie’s happy place is his bed, your wrists cuffed to the headboard and your legs being held wide open, one of them resting over his shoulder as he’s pounding into you from above, all he can hear are your begs and pleads between each of your moans combined with the springs on his bed creaking and his head board making a deeper dent in the wall from the last time he needed to go to his happy place

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson smut #joseph quinn

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ryan-waddell11 · 7 months

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I WISH THIS WAS ME I WISH THIS WAS ME I WISH THIS WAS ME

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rae0fsunsh1ne · 2 years

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I am weak in the knees for this precious puppy

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folklorefairyy · 2 years

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of rings and romance - e.m

summary - in which eddie gifts you a ring like his and you never want to take it off

word count - 1.505k

author’s note - this is a request by my lovely friend @milkiane and it was just too sweet, i hope i did it justice <3

it’s slightly proofread but i’ve probably over looked a few mistakes..

warnings - general romantic touching and kissing but nothing sexual!! i’ve tried to keep it gn but i do write everything with a slightly feminine undertone however there is nothing specific to gender within the fic!!

Eddie had noticed your fascination with his hands shortly after you had begun dating.

Delicate fingertips tracing guitar-string calluses, fingers forever fiddling with rings - warm skin against cool metal - and an ever constant need to have your hands knitted together.

He knew you were attracted to them, your bashful nature at being caught staring when he did just about anything with them being evidence enough, but he also noticed the great comfort you found within them. You always found a way to hold his hand with your own, toying with his fingers and fiddling whenever you could, grabbing it when nervous and seeking it on quiet evenings alone.

It was one of these quiet evenings, the pair of you sprawled on his small bed in the trailer, limbs tangled and bodies smushed together in a closeness that was far from uncomfortable, that he showed you just how perceptive he really was.

Here you were, fingers in his, twisting the rings and tapping your nails against the cool metal. Eddie’s free hand rubbing languid circles into the soft skin of your hip suddenly pauses as he awkwardly stretches his body, half hanging from the bed to his bag on the floor behind you. Your face is awkwardly smushed against his chest, giggles falling from your lips at the sudden prison of warmth you found yourself trapped under.

‘Baby, I’m suffocating here’ you sputter out between giggles and squished cheeks. Your hands grab at his shirt, partly to hold him back from face planting off the bed in typical Eddie fashion, but partly to keep him against you because - despite the squishy cheeks - you like being as close to him as you could

‘Oh really, huh, sweet thing?’ is Eddie’s strained reply, his body wriggling back on the bed as he retrieved what he was searching for. ‘Well maybe,’ he draws out, ‘I’ll just squish you some more,’ and with that he swiftly scoops you into his arms, pressing you as tightly to his chest as comfortable, bodies pressed into the mattress as he let out a dramatic sigh of contempt.

Giggles fall from your lips, the melodic sound only spurring him on as he rubs his nose into your neck. Your protests only half- hearted as you whine, ‘I’ll stop breathing soon, Eds’.

With that he pauses, the cheekiest grin painting his lips, eyes crinkling in the corners with amusement as he teases you, ‘Is that because I take your breath away?’

The corny line makes you half-groan, half-giggle once again as you lightly swat at his chest as best you can when in a human cage. ‘Stop it, you're so cheesy’, you mumble into his skin, trying to fight your growing smile on your face, but the dorky boy above you is far too cute for his own good, only making it harder for you to feign displeasure.

‘You know you love it’, he breathes out giddily, kissing the words into your neck as the remnants of his smile ghosts across your skin.

You ‘hmm’ in response, eyes drifting closed in content as Eddie’s hands ghost your sides in gentle caresses, his head still in your neck. The closeness of having his body against yours and the ever present heat your boyfriend seems to possess could send you to sleep, being in his arms is one of the few places you feel entirely safe.

It’s the feeling of a sharp corner digging into your thing that brings you out of your reverie. Eddie continues his movement, eyes shut and blissfully unaware that the box in his hand is touching your skin.

You nuzzle into his hair, the soft curls tickling your skin as you call his attention sweetly, ‘Eddie.’ All you receive is a grumble of what you assume to be ‘yeah’. This time you kiss his head, soft lips speaking against his skin, ‘Eddie, baby, why is there a box in your hand?’

The statement causes him to spring up from your neck, face dangerously close to yours as he grins at you with a glint in his eyes. ‘Oh this little thing,’ he gleams, presenting a small black box between you. You wriggle up from beneath him, Eddie moving with you so that you sit across from each other, legs crossed and hands held together between you as your fingers ghost the lid of the box.

There is curiosity in your expression that has Eddie’s heart melting, eyes wide and staring up at him as you whisper, ‘What is it honey?’

‘Go on, sweet thing,’ he places the box in your hand, thumb rubbing against the skin there, ‘Why don't you open it?’ he continues sweetly, a dimple kissing his cheek as the corner of his mouth quirks up in adoration.

With tentative hands you lift the lid from the small box, hands ghosting over cool metal as you pull out a silver ring, its face a large bat. Your eyes flick between the ring in your hand and those that litter Eddie’s fingers, and he swears he can see tears kissing your lash line.

He takes your silence as a sign of dislike and hurriedly tires to explain himself, ‘I- I know how much you like my rings,’ here he begins fiddling with them himself, ‘and I know how much comfort you get in playing with them,’ a hand stretches to the back of his neck in embarrassment, ‘ so I thought I’d get you one of your own, so you always have a piece of me with you.’

At that, tears really do fall down your face, your heart melting at how sweet and perceptive the boy in front of you is. Of course, it’s at this moment that Eddie flickers his gaze towards his lap, not witnessing the love in your eyes and instead thinking the worst at hearing your swiffles. ‘ I know it’s not really your style, I can take it back if you’d like’. He speaks softly, almost dejected, fearing he read into your fascination with his rings too much.

At that you throw yourself at him, hands winding around his neck, your face falling into the hollow of his throat, tears wetting the skin there. Eddie almost topples back from the sudden force, eyes growing wide in shock at your reaction. You pull back for a moment, ring perched between the fingers of one hand as you bring both to his face, the cool metal of the ring flush against his skin.

One of his own rests on your waist, the other gently rubbing the tears on your cheeks away with the pad of his thumb. ‘Eddie, honey,’ you almost choke on the words, too full of emotion to speak, ‘It matches your tattoo.’

It takes him a moment to register what you’re saying and then his face morphs to paint his widest grin yet, eyes crinkling and dimples cutting into his cheeks. In a rush of affection, he grabs your chin and pulls you in for a kiss, lips meeting in adoration and matching smiles. ‘God you’re too sweet’’ he breathes out, pecking your lips once more and pulling back to rub the last of your tears away.

Your lip pulls into a pout for a moment, eyebrows furrowing as you recall his prior reaction. ‘I can’t believe you thought I wouldn't like it!’ You push his hair back from his face and place your forehead against his, your voice flooding with the deepest of sincerity, ‘I love it so much, thank you,’ lips brushing over his for another sweet kiss ‘now, I have my own piece of Eddie to comfort me wherever I go.’

At that his heart melts just a little bit more, his smile printing against the soft skin of your lips. He reaches between you, prying the ring from between your fingers and slides it delicately over the knuckles of your right hands ring-finger. He brings it up to his lips, pressing a chaste kiss there and mumbling, ‘Have to save the other hand for an even more special ring.’

The words have you grinning like a fool, butterflies running rampant in your tummy as you grab his face for yet another kiss, too giddy and in love to stop. ‘Despite how much I love my little piece of Eddie,’ his thumb runs over the ring as you speak, mimicking your typical habit of playing with his own rings, ‘I do think that ring may just top it.’

You giggle as you lightly tease him, the thought of what you're both insinuating making you far too happy, and he chuckles in return, pulling you into his arms once more and returning his face to its home in the crook of your neck.

He presses feather-light kisses there, the sensation only eliciting more giggles from your lips, the sound one he could listen to forever. His finger brushes over your ring once more and he smirks against your neck, whispering endearingly, ‘It may not be your style, but I think you’ll look pretty metal.’

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maelialuv · 2 years

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Gold Rush - Eddie Munson

eddie munson x fem!reader :) inspired by gold rush by taylor swift :)

Summary: Eddie felt like you could slip through his fingers at any moment, and you felt hidden. You reassure him that ,to you, you couldn't have found a better guy.

Warnings: a tiny bit of angst! mostly fluff!

Word count: 1.2K

"What are you thinking about?"

Though your voice was quiet, it crackled through the air of Eddie's bedroom. The two of you laid in his bed, messy sheets strewn about as your limbs entwine like a tree, desperate to be as close to each other as possible. You faced each other, hands roaming over the other's skin. You traced the crinkle between Eddie's eyebrows. He hummed at the delicacy of your touch. It was warm and soft, and the coolness of your hand soothed his hot skin.

"Not much," he murmured, eyes scanning your face. "Just you."

The deep furrow of his brows didn't have you convinced, pressing your index finger into the dip. "Me, hmm?" Your voice was teasing, but you were concerned. "What about me?"

Eddie's eyes stopped at your own, sighing softly. He rolled on to his back, slipping out of your grip. He didn't talk for a second. Then a minute. Then a while. You sat up, resting your head on your arm. You felt the familiar pang of nervousness rise in your chest. Eddie had been distant, not his usual jolly self, for weeks. You could feel him pulling away from you slowly, and you didn't know why or if you had done something to make him feel so...odd. "What about me?" you asked again when he still didn't speak.

Eddie swallowed hard.

"More us, than you," his voice was indifferent. No sign of negatives or positives. It made your head race. "Just," he paused again. He sat up to rest his arms on his knees. "I just don't get it. How you can be with someone like me, cause it's you! And I'm me." He tensed his hands, trying to find the words he wanted. The two of you had had this conversation, this disagreement, for most of your relationship. While you and Eddie had only been dating a little over seven months - since the start of the school year- the issue of how other's perceived Eddie had plagued you. Eddie was adamant that , while he loved you, you would get bored of him one day. It was almost like he would try to convince you in order to rationalise it to himself.

The first time it had come up was a month into dating.

"Why haven't you told your friends about us?" you had asked one day, sat in front of the television in your living room as Eddie took a mouthful of cheesitz. You didn't want to spring it on him, but you wanted answers.

You had been walking in the halls at school when Garrett had passed you. You called him back, handing him a bandana Eddie had left at your place over the weekend. "Since when do you and Eddie hang out?" he had said, and to cover your shock you stuttered out some excuse related to tutoring.

Eddie's eyes widened at your question. "Just hasn't really come up, is all."

You didn't believe him, but you let it go.

Eddie brought up his concerns a little while after that.

"So what's with you and Harrington?"

The question made you stop dead in your tracks as the two of you walked down the dirt tracks by Lover's Lake back to the van. "Steve? He's a good buddy. Sort of a brother with how long we've known each other. Our dads go way back. Why?"

Eddie was red with embarrassment - of course it was nothing to be worried about. But with the way Steve was - popular, a hit with the ladies- Eddie couldn't help but picture you better suited with the King of Hawkins High rather than the resident freak. "i just thought- you know, maybe you guys used to be a thing or something. He just looks at you like," he paused for a second. "Well, the way I look at you."

"Me? And Steve? Ugh, gross." The thought genuinely made you nauseas. You grabbed on to Eddie's arm. "I like 'em a bit more rugged, anyway."

It came up again at Halloween, when you had called Eddie and asked to go to a costume party together. He had instead suggested a scary movie marathon, and at the time you had jumped at the chance to have Eddie as a shoulder to hide behind during a slasher. In retrospect, you saw that it was Eddie hiding your relationship again.

You fought for the first time just after New Years, when you noticed the Christmas present you had given Eddie - a mix tape with a small booklet of all your polaroid photos together inside- in a box in his closet along with the photos he usually had on his mirror.

"What's all this?" you said, clutching the mix tape in your hand as you stood in the hallway between his bedroom and the living room.

Eddie froze as he saw what you were holding. He recovered quickly. "The guys came over yesterday, gotta keep my bad guy image in check, can't be a softy in front of the guys." He reached for your face, but you backed away.

"They don't know, do they?"

Eddie had dug himself into a hole. "No, they don't."

"Why?" angry tears were beginning to form in your eyes, your grip on the tape white-knuckled. "Is," you didn't want to say it, fearing that your darkest thoughts were true. "is there someone else?"

Eddie could feel his heart cracking in his chest. He had let his insecurity go top far. "No! No, no there's no one else, how could you think that?" He put both his hands on your shoulders.

"What else am I meant to think? You don't tell anyone about us, we always have to hang out at my place or yours, we never do anything that normal couples do. You gave me no other reasonable outcomes."

You reached for Eddie's hand. When he didn't look at you, you rested your hand on his cheek. "I want you. No one else. You're it. There's no one else that knows me as well as you do, or makes me feel the way that you do. Okay?"

You'd always said that Eddie had puppy eyes, and that was evident as he looked at you then. "D'you have any clue how much you mean to me?" he said quietly.

"Do you know much you mean to me?"

Eddie nodded, and that was the end of the conversation. There was an open dialogue over how the other was feeling since that New Years argument. Eddie never wanted you to question how much he loved you, and you never wanted Eddie to think that just because of the way he dressed, who he hung out with or the music he listened to that he would mean any less to you.

The two of you laid back down, hands tightly pulled tight as you wound yourselves together for the rest of the day.

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