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Billy Hargrove x addams!reader

Billy Hargrove meeting and developing a crush on you, who he just happened to run into while on vacation. Not HIS vacation, mind you—he’s still living in Hawkins, Indiana. The shit with the upside down is over. That vecna guy is gone for good. Everybody else thinks it was just some weird freak earthquake disaster that tore the town apart, and life in Hawkins moves on and goes back to being just as boring and insufferable as he remembers.

So WHY are you there? WHY is that your idea of a good vacation destination? Because of all the weird shit that happened, of course! You’re a young adult, the same age as Billy, and your parents let you venture off on your own for a little road trip. You visit all sorts of ghost towns and haunted houses, stop to go werewolf hunting in the swamps and even run into some vampires on the coast before you double back and head to Hawkins. Besides a few memorials commemorating those who died in the earthquake, you don’t find much—which is weird, considering everything you heard about the town having some connection with another dimension—and you’re about to leave for home before you run into a guy.

He’s not your usual type. In fact, compared to your past boyfriends, he sticks out like a sore thumb. He’s big and broad shouldered, with a curly mullet and bright blue eyes the likes or which you’ve never seen before. But something about him makes you stop and talk to him outside the diner, and you end up getting along SO much better than you expected.

You’re not his usual type, either. He’s usually more into hustler models, not weird goths who wear sunglasses at night and can’t stop talking about disembodied hands and whatever the fuck a Cousin Itt is. But hey, he can’t deny that you’re hot—and disarming, and easy to talk to, and actually really fucking funny.

He manages to score a date with you before you leave town. And then another, and another, because you’ve already called home and told your parents that you were running a bit behind, but you have a surprise for them. Because once you get to know him and you dig your way past his macho facade, Billy is actually really, really sweet, and you think you might bring him home to meet the family.

Plus, on your first date, he threatened to a kill a guy who looked at you for a second too long. The idea of Billy dueling someone to the death is just so romantic, the sort of thing your father would do for your mother, and the more he threatens people, the more you fall in love.

When you tell him you really do have to go back home, he’s devastated. He doesn’t want to go back to life in hawkins before you. He doesn’t want to have to deal with his shitty dad. He’s really distraught, actually, because you were such a good escape from his home life, and he can’t bear to see you leave…so of course he agrees to come with you. He jumps at the opportunity to skip town. He’s got a bag packed and he’s picking you up from the motel later that night with his camaro. Is it a little crazy to go out of state with somebody he just met? Yeah, but it sure beats sticking around Hawkins.

You’re ecstatic. You know your parents will be a little disappointed that he doesn’t have two heads and he doesn’t howl at the moon, but you don’t care. You think he’ll manage to fit in just fine after some adjusting.

Then again, you’re a lot more used to your family then he is.

It’s raining as the car pulls up to the front gate. Billy’s jaw drops as he sees the house. It’s massive and stately, but from what he can see as the gates swing open on their own, it’s run down. It doesn’t look like anyone’s lived there in years, but you’re absolutely positive that it’s the right place. You think it’s cute that he keeps asking, and you take all of his comments about it looking like a dump (respectfully) as compliments.

He parks in front of the door and gets out first, already preparing for his nice “hello mr. And Mrs. so and so, I’m a perfectly respectable gentleman” routine. He gets the passenger door for you, taking your hand as he helps you out, and you’re giggling and biting your lip because you know the more old fashioned he acts the better the impression on your parents.

“Leave the bags in the car, don’t worry about them,” you tell him as you climb the steps. “Lurch will grab them.”

“…Lurch?” He asks as you ring the doorbell.

He hears a foghorn. Not a bell.

Okay, Billy. He tells himself. So they’re weirdos. Not a big deal. You’ve got this under control.

When the door swings open and he’s faced with the tallest man he has ever seen in his life, he begins to doubt that he’s got this.

“Welcome home,” the butler says slowly, in a voice that seems to be reverberating through Billy’s very bones.

“I missed you so much, Lurch, you have no idea!” You exclaim, surging forward to wrap your arms around Lurch’s waist.

Billy stares as Lurch smiles and pats your head. He figures this is about as weird as things will get. Clearly your parents have a lot of money, to afford a house like that and keep a butler around. They’re just a little eccentric, probably.

He soon realizes that that’s a severe understatement.

“Aha! There you are!”

Billy’s eyes are wide as something sharp whizzes past his head, narrowly missing him. It turns out to be a dart, and it hits the doorframe just beside Lurch. The thrower is, of course, your father—a short man in a pinstripe suit, a cigar clenched between his teeth and an absolutely wild look in his eyes that has Billy automatically fearing for his life.

“Father!” You run forward to meet him, hugging him tightly.

“Welcome home, welcome home!“ Gomez laughs, dropping his handful of remaining darts as he returns the hug. Then, he spots Billy, and he’s suddenly shaking his hand with a bone crushing grip and insisting that the two of you come into the parlor because Mamá is nearly finished preparing dinner and everyone had better eat quickly so they can catch the remainder of the thunder storm.

You’re ecstatic, and Billy is utterly shocked, because a house full of spiderwebs and exotic taxidermy is not something he’s experienced before. He’s pretty sure there’s a real mummy in the corner. He’s also pretty sure the bear rug roared at him.

“Oh, darling, look at you!” A woman in an extremely tight black dress says as she knits. Billy thinks he can hear disappointment in her voice when she adds “only five fingers on each hand…”

And at the mention of hand, one of them pops out of a box on a nearby table, and Billy nearly jumps out of his skin.

And that’s still not the strangest thing he’ll see in your house, by far. Because Cousin Itt is. And Uncle Fester is a close second.

Your grandmother is a real witch. Like, for real. He’s doing his best to be polite at dinner, but your little sister Wednesday keeps making comments about how much she thinks his organs would sell for and his first instinct is to shoot back like he would with Max. Your mother has to tell Pugsley that he can’t have live dynamite at the table, and he has to wait until after dinner to set it off. They have a pet lion named Kitty who eats the leftovers. And despite all the weirdness, it’s the best family dinner he’s ever experienced.

He goes outside in the rain with you even though it’ll mess up his hair. He totally sticks out, because your family all wear nothing but black and he’s in jeans and a red silk shirt, but your father spends way too long inspecting the weave of it and then declaring that he likes it, so Billy counts that as a win. The entire family likes him, he thinks, so he decides to stay for a while…because honestly, it’s not so bad at the Addams house.

Gomez teaches him how to fence and how to be a good boyfriend. He has hours worth of stories about how he wooed Morticia, even though Billy quickly learns that the real story was more about love at first sight and less about winning her hand in a fight to the death. Morticia teaches Billy about communication and also how to take care of plants, which he’s surprisingly good at (Cleopatra the African strangler takes a liking to him. He learns to appreciate the strangling.)

Uncle Fester…doesn’t really teach him anything, but he’s a fun guy to have around. He figures out what all of Thing’s hand gestures and signs mean, and learns that he’s actually a formidable arm wrestling opponent, despite not actually having an arm. Cousin Itt gets easier and easier to understand as the days go by. Mama uses him as a taste tester for meals, because “this boy’s surprisingly resilient! I coulda sworn breakfast would’ve killed him, but here he is!”

Wednesday warms up to him. Pugsley thinks he’s cool. They play games like wake the dead and Billy discovers that zombies do in fact exist, and he isn’t as surprised as he maybe should be.

When new, normal people come visit, Billy takes it upon himself to be one of the first ones they deal with, because they generally do better with him than Gomez, for some reason. Billy discovers that he never has to work a day in his life if he’s involved with your family, and that’s just an added bonus, because he really, really enjoys dating you, and he enjoys how relaxed your family is about him being your boyfriend. You even get to share a room.

He settles in so well that he nearly forgets about Hawkins entirely, and it’s pretty healing for him. The stuff in your life is weird as hell, but it’s a weird he can handle. And he knows now that if his father ever comes calling, he’s gonna have a LOT more than Billy to worry about.

Could I request some downright NASTY smutty, NSFW headcannons for Eddie Munson and the Lost Boys?

Absolutely yes

When Eddie first starts hanging around with the gang, they can all immediately tell how into you he is. They can smell it, they can hear the way his heart speeds up, they can see it in his mind…it’s very obvious to the local vampires that Eddie Munson wants you bad

so naturally they all fuck you before he gets the chance and make sure that he catches them in the act

It’s both a dominance thing and also just a way to mess with him. Like, on the one hand, they know you’re into him too and they don’t SUPER care. They’re used to sharing you. But at the same time, Eddie is still kind of an outsider, and he’s the newest member of the group, so they’re gonna make sure he knows how things work around the cave

David is the most possessive and therefore the worst about it. He loves to call you over to him while everyone is just relaxing and hanging out, and tell you SO sweetly that he would just LOVE to feel your mouth right now, kitten…

And you’re used to having an audience because you’ve got four horny vampire boyfriends so you get down on your knees out of habit and undo his pants, pulling his half-hard cock out and practically worshipping it then and there, out in the open

The others are watching hungrily. They’re pretty used to this, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t jealous and already starting to fight over who goes next

But Eddie. Poor Eddie. He is fucking SUFFERING. He can’t take his eyes off you. He’s desperately trying to hide his hard on at first, adjusting himself, changing his position as he tries to smoke his joint and pretend he doesn’t even notice, but Jesus Christ the sounds your mouth makes as you deepthroat David are fucking incredible and he is SO desperate to feel you doing that to him

Dwayne isn’t quite as into putting on a show with you. He’d rather see how loud you can moan for him when he does that special thing with his fingers and what filthy new phrases you can manage to string together as he’s fucking you just out of sight

And Eddie is just trying to ignore them, putting pillows or whatever he can over his head as he’s trying to sleep, but he just CANT ignore how amazing you sound and he has no CHOICE but to fuck his fist until he hears you cum

Marko loves leaving hickeys and bruises on you for Eddie to notice. They’re obvious and dark, and if you walk around in shorts (or just no bottoms at all) then he’ll make sure to put some handprints on your ass

And again, Eddie is jealous. HE wants to be the one leaving marks on you. HE wants to know that everyone can see who you’re with. It’s not FAIR

and Paul is all about just. Fuckin. On the couch or just up against the wall or on the floor or in Eddie’s bed so he can walk in and see the two of you. Paul is wild and fun and Eddie wishes he could join but that’s weird, right?? He can’t just do that…can he?

And then one night he finally gets so frustrated and everybody can tell. They can smell the desperation on him. You’ve been playing along with them for a while but you feel bad for Eddie, who, after all, is such a cutie, and is so nice and sweet and polite. You’ve even teased him some yourself, moaning his name when you get off alone, making sure that he can just barely hear you…but you’re getting desperate, too

The boys finally take pity on him and David straight up tells him to fuck you already, because he’s sick and tired of the helpless puppy dog eyes Eddie is always giving you

(This is a lie. David loves Eddie’s big doe eyes just like he loves Marko’s)

But even now that you’ve finally got Eddie halfway undressed in front of you, you can’t help but tease him, because he’s just so goddamn cute when he’s leaking and begging for you to touch him

He’s a fucking mess, and he’s SO sensitive to your touch that he practically cums the moment you wrap your hand around him

You ride him and he loves every second of it, and it’s like he’s finally really part of the gang now and TA DA you’ve got 5 boyfriends now and they all smooch 😌

requesting rules and masterlist

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requests are active and open. there is a current request list i am working through, still.

🍒 rules for requesting:

• i am open to most things. your requests are all welcomed.

• however, please be aware i reserve the right to reject / refuse certain requests if it contains potentially triggering content, or if i very simply feel as if i cannot write your request.

• i am not perfect and while i do try to take pride in my writing abilities, there might come a request i cannot connect to - and therefore, cannot do the writing justice.

• in laymen's terms: i'll sit on your request until i can make up my mind on whether i CAN write it, or if i CAN'T.

• no, i will not be listing which fandoms i write for. you're better off making a request and allowing me to reject the idea for simply not "being in" the fandom.

• do not send your requests more than once! it's a surefire way to get me to reject the idea!

🍒 please take note of the following, as they will NOT be considered upon any circumstance -

• writing smut / abuse / explicit injury / s*xual assault for any character under the age of 18. • writing about r*pe / dubcon / s*xual assault / any relating content. • never thought i'd have to put this - incest! solid hell fucking no. INCLUDES step-family dynamics. ❗️this does, however, exclude Game of Thrones and House of the Dragon characters - within reason. still not a big fan of writing incest - to any degree.

🍒 i also reserve the right to add to this no-go list as time goes on.

❌ all tag lists have been discontinued!!! ❌

🦋🤍🧸 emoji anon list — active & open

🔞 none of the following content is appropriate for minors 🔞

important note: i do mean AFAB [assigned female at birth] for all my "x female!reader" or "x wife!reader" fics.

🍒 masterlist

[ updated regularly ]

🔞 none of the following content is appropriate for minors 🔞 🚫 i do not give permission for any of my work to be posted, copied, translated, or uploaded to any other platforms 🚫

fandom: Stranger Things

character: 🖤 Eddie Munson 🖤

• Up In Smoke [ part one / part two / part three / part four / part five / part six / part seven / part eight ] 🖤 Daisy Chamberlain is Chrissy Cunningham's best friend and would do anything for her. including buying drugs for Chrissy from her ex-boyfriend, Eddie Munson. things go up in smoke when Vecna attacks. ❗️contains season four spoilers. 💦 at least one part contains (poorly-written) smut 🧸 author’s favorite ✅ completed series

• All I've Ever Wanted 🖤 Eddie's her dealer and decides he can't sell to her anymore because she's all he's ever wanted.

• Dating Eddie HC [ part one / part two ] 🖤 headcanons about boyfriend!Eddie Munson.

• Eddie with a Stoner!Girlfriend HC 🖤 headcanons about boyfriend!Eddie and stoner!girlfriend.

• When Eddie's Mad or Frustrated HC 🖤 headcanons about boyfriend!Eddie being mad or frustrated.

• Traveling with Eddie HC 🖤 headcanons about traveling with boyfriend!Eddie.

• Angel is the Centerfold 🖤 insecurity runs deep when Eddie's secret lady-love finds the worn pages of a centerfold - marked on a woman who looks nothing like her.

• Cherry Blossom Colored Kisses 🖤 when Eddie tells his best friend he wants to ask Chrissy Cunningham to prom, she begins to cough out flower petals. 🌸 Hanahaki Disease AU 🧸 author’s favorite

• Tears in the Rain 🖤 feelings are confessed and a decision is made; only thing left to do is heal and be okay. 🌸 Hanahaki Disease AU

• Gone with the Sin 🖤 he loves another, and your fate is sealed. 🌸 Hanahaki Disease AU

• Don't You (Forget About Me) 🖤 Eddie confronts his mother to bargain for custody of his little brother, Teddy. 🧸 author’s favorite

• Happy Little Accident 🖤 ( requested ) something sweet with Eddie making reader a pink sleeved Hellfire shirt.

• How to be a Problem Solver 🖤 ( requested ) besties Eddie and reader have to say goodbye; he gives you his ring to remember him by, and you send him polaroid photos of your college adventures - with his ring on a chain around your neck.

• Birthday Baby Blues 🖤 ( requested ) fearing your friends had forgotten your birthday, you show up at your boyfriend's to the surprise of a lifetime.

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💛 Robin Buckley 💛

• Dating Robin HC 💛 headcanons about dating Robin Buckley.

• The Bathroom Scene, Act One 💛 after being drugged by Russians, you, Steve, and Robin share confessions in the bathroom.

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❤️‍🩹 Billy Hargrove ❤️‍🩹

• Dating Billy HC ❤️‍🩹 headcanons about dating Billy Hargrove.

• Up and Out ❤️‍🩹 Billy protects reader from his father when Neil comes home early one evening. [ part two ] ❤️‍🩹 Neil returns home unexpectedly when Billy's girl is alone, and it's up to her to defuse her boyfriend's anger when he finds out.

• Do As You're Told ❤️‍🩹 getting into a fight with Billy at a party; he needs you to do as you're told.

• Bobby Flay or Billy Flayed? ❤️‍🩹 Eleven and Max come to Billy's girlfriend for aid, and she learns about her boyfriend's mind control the hard way. 🧸 author’s favorite

• Cheating Billy ❤️‍🩹 headcanons about Billy cheating on his lover, and then trying to fix it.

• Make a Grown Man Cry ❤️‍🩹 she's Queen Bee and everyone knows not to fuck with her unless they wanted a bruised ego - or bruised cheekbone when Billy finds out.

• Mom's Pot Roast ❤️‍🩹 ( requested ) could you maybe write something about billy trying to self-sabotage/start a fight with the reader out of insecurity and she doesn't play along and comforts him?

• Mommy Issues ❤️‍🩹 ( requested ) billy getting together with his s/o right before his "date" with mrs.wheeler. and while she's relieved that he didn't show up to the date she's also a really salty that Billy's giving someone else attention and not her.

• The Weight of Words ❤️‍🩹 ( requested ) about Billy with an insecure reader? like just concerning her body and stuff.

• Natural Instinct ❤️‍🩹 ( requested ) after a fight, Billy leaves you at a gas station; and your savior arrives in a maroon BMW.

• Bottom of the Barrel ❤️‍🩹 ( twice requested ) reader and Billy get in a fight, Billy cheats, reader finds out, and breaks up with him. months go by and Billy’s ready to win reader back, but reader’s moved on and is doing better.

• untitled request ❤️‍🩹 hiiii, if u have time can you do billy and reader running away back to california together after high school, maybe the reader decides to go to college there?? reader isn’t from there but they both just want to escape to somewhere

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👩🏻‍🦰 Maxine Mayfield 👩🏻‍🦰

• Max Dating a Girly!girlfriend HCs 👩🏻‍🦰 headcanons about Max dating a sweet, girly girl.

• Unrequited Love 👩🏻‍🦰 little lady loves her bestie!Max, but fears telling the truth.

• In This World, It's Just Us 👩🏻‍🦰 dialogue prompts #95, #102, and #103

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✨ Multi-Characters ✨

• Sweet, silly drunk Reader with Steve, Eddie, and Billy ✨ sweetness request about the boys with their lover being drunk.

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fandom: Peaky Blinders

character: 🔪Tommy Shelby 🔪

• coming home 🔪 dialogue prompt #91: "you have to talk to me - i can't read your mind!"

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fandom: Harry Potter

character: 🐍 Draco Malfoy 🐍

• War of the Hearts 🐍 dialogue prompt #104: "why couldn't you love me?"

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fandom: Game of Thrones: House of the Dragon

character: ⚔️Prince Daemon Targaryen⚔️

• Sands of Time ⚔️ before his Bronzed Bitch, all he had was her. amongst the smoke of salt, sea, and war, Daemon gambles with more than he ever wanted.

• Midnight Calls ⚔️ part one: your Dragon Prince summons you to the throne room late one evening. 💦 smut warning 🧸 author’s favorite • High Noon ⚔️ part two: the tournament begins, and a funeral looms. 💦 smut warning • Darkening Hour ⚔️ part three: the turmoil of court can ware on the nerves. • Total Eclipse of the Heart ⚔️ part four: tension mounts, and siblings feud. 💦 smut warning • Bright Light ⚔️ part five: a royal wedding takes place. 💦 smut warning • One Sunrise at a Time ⚔️ part six: you have news for you husband. 💦 smut warning ✅ completed series

• Split in Two ⚔️ the Targaryen Curse prevails.

• Blue Moon Wreckage ⚔️ you don't consult your husband, Daemon, about taking in your orphaned baby brother and this causes conflict in your relationship.

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💙 Aemond Targaryen 💙

in order of publication: ✅ completed series

• Distraction 💙 at a rare family dinner, you have news for your husband. ❗️major season one spoilers 🧸 author’s favorite • Bearer of Bad News 💙 devastating news reaches your ear from an unlikely messenger. ❗️major season one spoilers 🧸 author’s favorite • Petitions 💙 your family returns to Kings Landing to hear petitions regarding your brother's legitimacy. ❗️major season one spoilers • The Inky Green Council 💙 the Greens gather and make their first move. you’re the inky black spot in a sea of emerald. ❗️major season one spoilers 🧸 author’s favorite • When Pride Married Prejudice 💙 in the beginning, your mother delivers disturbing news, but perhaps, not all is as it seems. ❗️major season one spoilers • When Pride Married Prejudice [ part two ] 💙 moments from the beginning of your marriage. 💦 smut warning 🧸 author’s favorite • It Feels Like (the Very) First Time 💙 your husband's nameday nears and you're determined to make him feel comfortable enough to show you all of him. 💦 smut warning • It Feels Like (the Very) First Time [ part two ] 💙 your husband finally shows you all of him. 💦 smut warning • Kin Slayer 💙 war wages in the Riverlands. • Kin Slayer [ part two ] 💙 and it ends as it began - with him. • Sweetest Devotion 💙 your husband does what he can to protect you. • Sweetest Devotion [ part two ] 💙 but in the end, it might be you who saves him.

• When Pride Married Prejudice series masterlist 💙 [ organized in chronological order ]

• Bloodhounds 💙 you and your husband have a different kind of foreplay that include disguises, sneaking out of the castle, and sometimes, fucking in an alleyway... Or two. 💦 smut warning

• Creepy Crawlies 💙 Aemond and Helaena witness how deep your fear goes.

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fandom: HBO's The Last of Us

character: 🩸Joel Miller

• When It Rains, It Pours 🩸 ( requested ) after a long hike, you and Joel find a rundown motel, and after finding the cleanest room, there's only one bed. 💦 mild smut warning

• You've Got A Friend In Me 🩸 ( requested ) after a close encounter, you turn to an unlikely source of comfort. ❗️season one spoilers

• Five Senses of You 🩸 ( requested ) first she saw him, then she smelt him, after, his voice never leaves her head and when in Wyoming, she discovers what he feels and tastes like. ❗️season one spoilers

• Not So Heavenly Surprise 🩸 you share exciting news with your husband but don't receive the reaction you thought you'd get. and then, the Outbreak. ❗️season one spoilers

Please can you write something sweet with Eddie making reader a pink sleeved Hellfire shirt😮‍💨🥹

cute, cute, cute. thank you for the request!

again, clearing some requests out so my apologies for taking so freaking long! all my love 🖤

((a thousand points to your Hogwarts House if you know where the title is from))

Happy Little Accident

pairing: Eddie Munson x female!reader

fandom: Stranger Things

word count: (she's a shorty!) 2.4k+

note: author is burnt out! author's blood is coffee, weed, and nicotine!

warnings: i think there's cursing, but outside that, it's short and sweet and Eddie's a bumbling mess 'cause you're so pretty. #facts.

🔞 none of the following content is appropriate for minors 🔞 ❌ all taglists are discontinued 🚫 i do not give permission for any of my work to be posted, copied, translated, or uploaded to any other platforms 🚫

"That looks... Uh, interesting, Eddie. New color scheme?" Dustin rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yeah, man, really, uh... Creative?" Mike tried to copy, staring at the newest shirt in Eddie's hands.

"Glad you're being true to yourself, my man," Lucas beamed, nodding in approval with an encouraging thumbs up; making all of Hellfire look at him with bewilderment. "What?"

"What're you talking about?" Gareth chuckled, offering a pinched look at the Freshman.

"I mean," Lucas looked around nervously, "aren't we talking about the shirt Eddie's holding?"

"We are," Jeff confirmed.

"Well, if Eddie's into wearing pink, I'm just saying, we support him," Lucas defended hotly, looking offended by his friends. "Well, I support you, man," he directed at Eddie.

"Dude," Eddie chuckled, "'s not for me."

"Okay? Who's it for then?" Lucas wondered, earning another round of disbelieving looks. "What now!?"

"Are you just messing with us?" Gareth chuckled, looking to Dustin and Mike. "He's messing with us, right?"

"He is," Dustin covered, "because it's obvious that the shirt's for Y/N... Right?" He looked to Eddie.

"It is," he relented, making the Freshman sigh a collective breath of relief. "I was thinking of making her an official member of Hellfire. Any objections?"

Jeff scoffed, "Yeah, 'cause we're gonna say no to your girlfriend joining the club?"

"She's not my girlfriend," Eddie rushed to explain, his ears burning brightly under his embarrassment and long locks.

"I mean," Gareth laughed, "you made a shirt just for her..."

"So?" Eddie sighed, glancing to the shirt in his hands, then to all the present members of Hellfire. "So what?"

"Where'd you get it?" Mike wondered.

"I made it, not like we have shirts for girls laying around..."

At his revelation, the boys all hollered, "Ho-Hoooo! Yeaaah!"

"What?" Eddie groaned, slouching into his throne; tossing his legs over an arm rest, "What're you guys on about now?"

He sounded exasperated, but Jeff knew he was desperately curious. So, he relented, "Dude, you stayed late every day last week to use the sewing club's machines."

"So?"

"So!" He laughed, "We know you're into her!"

"You literally made her a custom Hellfire shirt," Mike smirked. "I mean, the pink sleeves are a nice touch."

He shrugged, "She has a black-sleeved one."

"You mean she has one of yours," Dustin teased, snickering to Mike and Lucas as Jeff and Garth watched from across the table as Eddie sighed and pinned them with a stony look.

"So what?" Eddie eventually asked. "She likes pink!"

"It's cute, leave him alone," Jeff eventually sighed, smirking at his Dungeon Master. "Is she coming tonight?"

"I asked her to," he nodded with a small smile, not meeting any eyes. Then, as if he couldn't help himself, Eddie was asking, "You think she's into me?"

He wasn't expecting them all to burst out in laughter - like, genuine laughter. Where Gareth smacked the table and Dustin almost doubled over, kind of laughter.

"What? What!?" Eddie rushed in alarm.

"Dude!" Lucas snickered, "I've never seen anyone so smitten. Girl's got it bad for you - but you're not really any better."

"Really?" Eddie asked, much more sheepishly. It was such a turncoat from their usually charismatic leader, that the boys settled down before sharing fond, yet mischievous looks.

"Dude," Mike nodded, "she's definitely into you. Should ask her out."

"Nah, maybe not," Eddie shook his head.

"Why not?" Dustin wondered in earnest. "I mean - you're you! She's into you! C'mon, man!"

But Eddie admitted, "She deserves someone better than whatever I'm offering. Know she got into Princeton? And Stanford, apparently."

"Shit," Mike looked at Lucas with sadness; but only for the limited timeframe you two faced, and not because you got into college. They understood that most teenagers were frothing at the mouth to get their college acceptance letters - you even went as far to pay for early admission - simply because it would get you guys out of Hawkins faster.

"Doesn't matter, you guys still have the rest of the year," Dustin covered, nodding with enthusiasm now. "And prom! You haven't gone before, now you can go with Y/N!"

"Who's Y/N going to prom with?" You asked as you entered the room, smiling at the guys as you shut it behind you. "Oh, am I late? I'm so sorry, you guys!"

"No, no, we're still setting up," Gareth assured, clearing his throat. "Here, we saved you a spot," he nudged Jeff and together, they shuffled down the table to free the spot right next to Eddie.

"Thanks, guys," you smiled, patting their shoulders as you took your seat. "Hi," you directed at the others, glancing at Eddie.

"Hey, N/N," Lucas cooed. "Say, that's a nice shirt. Is yellow your favorite color?"

You glanced at your button-up, "Oh, no, my mom just thinks it's a nice blouse. I had another college interview today."

"For which school?" Dustin asked with curiosity.

"Oh, it's for Indiana State," you shrugged a bit. "Figured I'd check a few in-state schools out, in case I choose to stay close to home."

"Awh," Dustin cooed.

"But to answer your question," you nodded at Lucas, "my favorite color is this light shade of pink. It reminds me of my Nana's flower garden."

"Oh, that's nice," Jeff assured. "Hey, Eddie? Didn't you have something for N/N?"

Your attention turned, smiling at an obviously uncomfortable Eddie. "No, hey, it's cool - "

"No, no, they're right," Eddie rushed, clearing his throat after. "Y/N, you've been playing Hellfire with us for a few weeks now, and I thought it was time we invite you into the club," he presented the shirt, adding, "officially?"

You cooed loudly, unable to restrain your excitement as you took the shirt and opened it to look at it in full. "Eddie!" You gasped, "This is amazing! Oh, my God!"

You missed the way his cheeks flared brightly then, shifting in his seat to try and lessen the feeling of embarrassment as you leaned over to gush at the modifications he made with Jeff and Garth.

Eddie caught Dustin's eye, watching the Freshman nod encouragingly at you. He sighed and flipped the kid his middle finger, getting started with his prep before the game started. But a quick glance around the table had you standing, "I'll be right back, I'm gonna change really quick!"

The boys watched you rocket out of the room - truly intent to take as little time as possible, since you knew Eddie to be (decently) punctual when it came to starting games. When you were out of sight, all of the boys rounded on Eddie with harsh glares.

"What?" He snipped.

"What're you waiting for?" Lucas asked.

"Seriously, dude!" Mike whined.

"GO!" Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Gareth, and Jeff all shouted; making Eddie flinch to his feet, mumbling about their 'loud voices' as he scurried out of the room. As he turned down the hall, you were slipping from the girls' bathroom, admiring your new shirt.

"Hey," Eddie smiled, earning your attention.

"Eddie, hey, hi," you beamed in return. "This looks too cool, thank you!" You admired the shirt with pink sleeves again, petting over the material. "You all right? Isn't the game about to start?"

"Yeah, uh, inna sec... I just wanted to ask you... Uh, something..."

"Eddie, you all right?" You asked softly, only a foot between you both as the deserted hallway seemed to stretch around you in all directions. You were only focused on his eyes, and Eddie's breath caught in his throat a few times.

"Yeah," he breathed. "Listen, uh, I-I just wanted to tell you," he nodded, watching you smile patiently, "that the past few weeks we've been hanging out has been... Uh, you know, really great."

"Yeah, it's been fun," you agreed.

"Yeah - great - fun!" He nodded, blinking a few times to clear his mind and get back on track. "W-Which is why I wanted to ask, you know, um, if you're free, and only if you wanted to, uh, because no pressure, you can totally say no, and, um, I would understand, I mean, I would be pretty bummed, but I'd understand - "

"Eddie?"

"Yeah?"

"You're rambling, honey," you smiled brighter at him, nodding slowly as you reached for his forearm. "You wanna pause and, just, breathe for a sec?"

"Yeah, okay," he chuckled, clearing his throat as he glanced down at your hand. Thinking he didn't like it, you removed your hand. "Um, I just, look," he sighed, "I like you... Maybe more than I should," he chuckled to himself. "And I wanted to ask if you wanted to, maybe, go on a date with me?"

He was avoiding your eyes, making you smile lightly and reach for him again, "Hey, Eddie? Wanna look at me real quick?" When his eyes flashed up to meet yours, he only found a pleasant expression on your face, your lips looking far too soft for his sanity, assuring, "I'd really like to go on a date with you."

"You would?"

"I would," you chuckled, letting your hand fall to his hand. "I've kinda liked you for a while."

"You have?"

You laughed a little louder, "I have. Since your first senior year, actually."

"Oh, my God," he laughed, his hand naturally conforming around your own. "Oh, wow, okay, yeah, so, cool, cool! Really cool."

"Totally cool," you smirked.

"Yeah - really cool - totally cool, yeah," he repeated nervously. "S-So you like the shirt?"

"I do," you assured, squeezing his hand. "It was very thoughtful, thank you so much, again."

"Yeah," he breathed, "no problem... Call it a happy little accident."

"You were trying to do laundry again, weren't you?"

His cheeks flared brightly, "Maybe."

"What was it?"

He shrugged, "Wayne's Nationals tee shirt in with some of my white shirts."

"Oh, honey," you laughed. "Well, it is a happy little accident, and it really works in your favor, so, thank you. Oh," you looked down at your hand when something felt slick, "Eddie, y-your fingers are bleeding!"

"Shit," he hissed, pulling his hand away, "sorry, sorry, fuck, that's so embarrassing, fuck, I'm sorry, fuck."

"What happened to you?" You asked, tugging him with you back down the hall and into the deserted girls' bathroom to run his hands under water. He winced some when you pumped soap onto the raw injury, you repeating your question.

"These might be battle wounds from me fighting the sewing machine making your shirt," he chuckled, relaxing some as the initial sting wore off until the water ran clear again.

"You're so fucking cute, oh, my God," you giggled a bit, pulling a paper towel down to blot at his hands. "You handmade this?"

He nodded sheepishly, wiggling his ringed fingers at you, "Got the wounds to prove it."

"Thank you," you whispered, smiling up at him as you dried his hands slowly. "Might be the nicest thing someone's given me. It's really thoughtful."

"Anything for you," he whispered, your faces hovering over one another as his eyes sucked you in before holding you hostage. Not even knowing when his hands left yours, they were suddenly pressing into your waist to draw you in closer, forehead gently meeting yours to ask, "This okay?"

"Mhm," you agreed softly, lifting your chin to lightly skim your lips over his; waiting for his move. You didn't wait long, as with your next breath, he was descending upon you; searing a kiss to your lips as his hands tightened to bunch your new shirt slightly.

Lost in the motions, your own hands rose to latch around his neck; soon sliding your fingers into his long locks and tightened. By the way Eddie's breath picked up, you figured you were doing something right, and pushed onto your toes to lessen the distance between you. Eddie's body then pressed you into the sink, and all known thought was lost...

Until...

bang - bang - bang

"Y/N! You in there?" Dustin called from outside the bathroom after banging on the door.

"Yeah, what's up, Dusty?" You answered after pulling away from Eddie, pushing a finger to his smirking lips. He instead drew you closer, making your bottom lip roll between your teeth to fight your giggle when he nuzzled your neck.

"You seen Eddie?"

"Uh," you smirked, "no?"

"Oh, well, we're set up when you're ready! I'm gonna go look for him."

"Check out back, he might be having a cigarette!" You called, Eddie's teeth raking over sensitive skin as you fought off your laughter.

"Thanks!"

You heard his footsteps rocketing down the hallway, laughing into Eddie's lips when his found yours again. "C'mon," you giggled, unable to resist another kiss - or three. "C'mon, c'mon, they're waiting."

"You're right," he sighed, pecking your lips again. "Or... We could blow tonight off?"

"Is that a serious offer?"

Eddie paused, then sighed, "No, not really, c'mon."

You giggled as your hand laced with his as you moved for the main bathroom door, "Thought as much!"

Only when you exited, Eddie's eyes staring at you as he giggled with you, before you both came to a squeaking halt - finding all the members of Hellfire filling the hall, arms crossed as a barricade.

"Mhm, don't know where he is?" Dustin repeated like a disappointed mother catching you sneaking around with the town' delinquent. Which, wasn't entirely far off...

"Um, right, well..." You trailed off.

"Aht, aht!" Mike barked. "We don't wanna hear your excuses! We've been waiting for 10 minutes now! March to the room, you two!"

"But - "

Mike cut Eddie off, pointing down the hall, "March!"

"All right, Mom, chill, geez," Eddie teased, tugging you with him to head down the hall finally - your laughter echoing around them as you had to jog slightly to keep up with his long pace.

"They're cute," Lucas sighed, head cocked to watch them go.

"Glad they worked it out. This is gonna be good, you know?" Jeff agreed, the lads all turning to watch your two head down the hall together; hands tangled together.

"You know he's not gonna give her special treatment in the games, right?" Mike checked.

"Oh, that's what you think," Gareth giggled with Dustin, the two moving after you and Eddie down the hall.

"Oh, no... What have we done...?" Mike muttered to himself, only moving when a snickering Lucas clapped him on the shoulder.

Dating Eddie Munson HC

pairing: Eddie Munson x female!reader

fandom: Stranger Things

warnings: suggestive language, some curse words, borderline NSFW but I tried to keep it as mature and neutral as possible? but sex is mentioned... proceed at your own risk.

🔞 none of the following content is appropriate for minors 🔞 ❌ all taglists are discontinued 🚫 i do not give permission for any of my work to be posted, copied, translated, or uploaded to any other platforms 🚫

• his love language is physical touch and words of affirmation

• get ready to have your hair played with endlessly; gentle scalp massages when cuddling, the ends being fiddled with, his hand smoothing over the back of your head before threading his fingers through your hair when he brings you into his chest for a hug.

• yeah - lots of cuddles. he likes having you close, whether you're leaning your chin into his shoulder while watching the D&D campaign he's running or laid in his twin bed, head to his chest. he likes having you close, despite teasing from some friends.

• getting high in his van or in his trailer. lots of nature walks with a couple of joints. him getting a new strain and wanting to 'test' it with you before selling it. him teaching you how to roll, too.

• he likes listening to you read out loud. no matter if it's a textbook while you study or an old book from the library you've been meaning to read for ages now, he likes listening to you. he might lay on your chest while you're propped up on pillows, eyes sometimes following along the words you're reading or sliding them close; he likes the latter because his mind can conjure the images you're describing. sometimes, you're on the couch and he's on the floor, between your legs, listening while he's mapping out a new campaign.

• he brings you flowers because he's an old soul and likes watching your face light up at the different bouquets. he makes it his mission to get a new set every other Sunday. and he secretly likes the fact that you keep a few florals from each bouquet in an old shoe box in your closet before throwing the rest away, washing the vase, and placing the new bouquet in.

• he keeps a polaroid of you two in his wallet. another one is rubber banded to the driver's side visor so whenever he flips it down, there's a picture of just you. there's another one of you both on his bedside stand, though it's the only thing constantly on display (except his guitar, of course) as his room is ridiculously messy and cramped.

• invites you to every show his band plays. and damn near every band practice.

• he visits you at work all the time at the local pharmacy. you take your lunch break with him and nearly lose track of time, insisting you have to get back to work, but his pout and plea for "just one more kiss" lock you in place. you're typically 5-10 minutes late from lunch but nobody minds.

• he likes driving you places because it's calm. the drive soothes you both, it's an effort to even spend just a few more minutes together, and the feeling of his ringed hand on your thigh or tangled with your hand makes your stomach feel warm and full.

• once you're dating, he only uses your full name when he's angry or frustrated with you - so, next to never. he uses nearly every pet name in the book, except the more 'cringe' ones. he gives them a try, but you both usually laugh at how awkward it sounds before going back to your fail-safe: baby.

• he's nearly never angry or frustrated with you. you can be stubborn, sure, but you both found a way to communicate best for each other so there's not a lot of miscommunication.

• he likes to gently pick at your nerves, too. if you tell him you're ticklish, he'll look for blind spots to poke your waist or squeeze your ribs cage because he adores the sound of your laughter - even if it means he gets wacked in the chest for it.

• wearing his clothes is a given. he's missing a few graphic band t-shirts and hoodies, and almost asks if you've seen them before you're walking out of your house to get in his car... in his shirt. he tries to conceal his hard-on all day, but typically by lunch, you can expect a mid-day rendezvous in the abandoned drama classroom that doubles for Hellfire meetings. and if you happen to wear his Hellfire shirt on that particular day, expect him to sit back on the 'throne' with you riding him in only that shirt. those days, you typically miss lunch, 5th, and a part of 6th period, too.

• school events don't interest either of you, so, you don't participate in the pep rally's or assemblies. where do you go? naturally, the Hellfire room, where things can get a little heated but mostly just the pair of you talking, kissing lazily, making fun of the school and a few of the bullies that like to pick on Eddie.

( • if you are a cheerleader, Eddie's at every game you're cheering at just to gloat to anyone around him, "that's my girlfriend." sometimes, he gets nods of approval or those manly dap-ups from people. )

• ah, yes, the bullies. they try to target you but your 'take no bullshit' attitude is one of the things that attracted Eddie - so, they quickly grow bored when you don't give them the response they want or expect. however, Eddie does often retaliate and the bullies have learned that if they pick on you through Eddie, he gets really riled up.

• until you find the bullies cornering him and easily pass by the group, hand snatching Eddie's, and leading him out of the school as the lowlives call insults at your back. once in his van, you're reaching for the glovebox and pulling a joint and lighter out, getting the end lit, before handing it to Eddie, telling him, "don't listen to them, baby, they don't know shit. only reason they mess with you so much is because they're miserable in their own lives."

• "but I can't listen to them say shit about you - "

• "if I gave a single fuck what anyone thought, this would be a different conversation. I don't care, you shouldn't either."

• Eddie comes to you with nearly any problem he has. Uncle's being a bit of a dick? straight to you. homework overwhelming him? he's on the phone to you within minutes. can't restring his guitar right? finger tips slightly raw and bleeding? he's picking you up from work and bringing you back to his trailer, where you almost too easily restring the guitar for him. he thanks you by making dinner - his specialty? hamburger helper.

• he worries about telling you he's failed another class and has to repeat, but you just kiss his cheek and assure him you'd both try a little harder next year. and if he needs academic help, he knows to come to you because you have a way of understanding the information and regurgitating it in a way he'll understand and better grasp the concept.

• Eddie often worries he's not enough for you, but after an hour of being in your presence, he's assured there's nobody else you want. it's really not that hard to tell with the way you look at him with so much admiration, he's nearly stunned.

• he also looks at you like you hung the moon, so, you know there's nobody else for him but you. mutual reassurance goes a long way for you both, so, neither mind giving it to the other. whether verbally or nonverbally, it's nice that you both can assure the other you're in love.

• he can read your body language better than anyone. your jaw might clench a little and he knows you are trying to suppress irritation; so, he reaches out to toss his arm around your neck and press a few kisses to your temple. the action always makes you smile, and this time is no different. your leg might bounce nervously, and Eddie's leaning over to distract you by muttering a few really bad jokes in your ear. does the trick - you're laughing lightly and whatever worry might've plagued you, is long gone from the look in your eye. your tongue keeps poking out to wet your lips, both rolling inward to purse together in anxiety, and what's Eddie doing? swooping in and pressing his puckered lips over your nose, chin, and cheeks until you're smiling - then, he's kissing your lips until you're both lost in one another.

• ah, sex with Eddie is actually a great time. he's a switch; sometimes he likes to dominate you and other times, he likes to be dominated and cared for. he's a pro at aftercare and his hands wouldn't leave you as you both catch your breath. skin to skin contact is a must for him, and the feeling of you tracing his bare tattoos is Godly.

• lots of risky, semi-public sex. he likes pushing the envelope and while you thought you'd never be like that, something about Eddie makes you feel safe and energized for the adventure. he's always reassuring and on high alert for you both; allowing you, yourself, to be lost in the pleasure he's trying to instill. and instill he does. 😮‍💨

• I don't care what anyone says - Eddie is both an ass and titty man. he loves popping your nipple in his mouth because they're sensitive and a sure-fire way to get your head to tilt back, mouth to open in a silent gasp, and for your eyes to screw shut - juuuuust slightly. and when you're riding him, his hands don't know how to be anywhere else except your ass; helping you raise and lower to his tempo. or, if you're doggy, his fingers are pressing with a bruising grip into your hips, mesmerized by the ripples his thrusts create over your ass, before giving a few hearty slaps. he'd soothe the sting after with soft caresses.

• his fingers - holy fuck, his fingers. y'all get this right? no? well, the years of playing guitar has made them slightly calloused but he knows what he's doing with his fingers when inside you. takes him only minutes to get you worked up into a panting, sweating mess; knees shaking, stomach curling, orgasm building. his fingers, man.

• Hellfire club obviously adoring you and never minding when you sit-in for campaigns. Eddie sometimes asks your opinions on certain characters or events he's planning, and when you hear your suggestions come out in play during an actual game, you can't help but lean in and kiss his cheek lightly. he knows you've noticed, and he lets his stomach fill with small butterflies over your approval.

• ah - approval. this boy lives for words of affirmations, it IS one of his love languages after all. he's very insecure about a lot but uses a macho bravado to fool the public into thinking he's aloof, uncaring. but boy - he has insecurities like a motherfucker. so, you never mind telling him, "oh, shit, Eddie! I didn't even think of that - you're so smart - thank you, baby!" when he gives you an idea for your college essay. or telling him how in love you are with him, reminding him you feel safe and complete; assuring him there's nobody you'd rather be with, or spend time with. and you bring up the future only in small tidbits, but enough for him to feel certain that while he's thinking of a future with you, you're thinking of one with him, too.

• he kills spiders for you, like a dream man should.

• you have anxiety, and Eddie knows how to help. he can read your body language like a pro, remember? so, he's usually in tune to when you feel anxious in any situation and does what he can to help alleviate that.

• he doesn't mind when your nervousness causes you to toy and fiddle with his rings. it could be in class, or in the hall, on a date; there's no real telling when it'll strike, so, he's happy to let you play with them. for any reason, if he has to leave (like separate classes or you have work) he'll easily slip a ring off and push it onto your finger. he'd playfully tell you, "don't lose that one, it's my favorite," because the rings DON'T fit you at all. but it's the gesture that counts and he knows that you'll keep the ring in your hand, or pocket, or on your finger to twirl around. when he sees you again, he kisses your forehead as you slid his ring back on and thank his quietly. "don't have to thank me, baby, I'm just here for whatever you may need, okay?"

• your parents love him because he easily charmed your mother and father. if he's coming over for a family dinner, he brings your mother flowers, too, and might even sit and watch a sports game with your father. sometimes, he might even show up with a 6-pack and when you open the door in confusion, your father's behind you, greeting, "ah, 'bout time you got here! c'mon, son, game's about to start!"

• "you're here to watch football with my Dad?"

• he'd grin, "what, you didn't think you were the only perk of us dating, huh?"

• he's a little shit - but you love him none the less.

• he'd even try to catch up on your father's favorite sports team statistics to help him in their conversations later. one time, he even got up at 3 am to watch a rerun of some game! just because he missed it on 'regular programming' and wanted to be able to keep up with your dad the next time he saw him.

• oh, shit, and don't get me started on him and your mother. those two are two peas in a pod! she some how manages to get him to help her bake or cook when he's over, despite it being like pulling teeth to get him to help you. truth is, he'd do anything for your parents because he'd do anything for you. and they're so welcoming that he forgets it's not a family dynamic he has, because your family makes him like he's apart of theirs.

• obviously, he teaches you to play guitar. you prefer the acoustic, but you can manage your way around his electric. you're not the greatest, but the look he gives you when you're trying - ugh! wow. major swoon alert.

• Eddie's only been in a handful of fights, and at least four of those have been because someone's made a backhanded comment about you. he's a big believer in the 'talk shit, get hit' mentality.

• as much as he adores your hair, he could die a happy man when you play with his. when you realize it's almost a sure-fire way to calm him down, you're using it every chance you get. your hand would casually smooth across his shoulder blades as you nestled into is side with an arm anchoring around your waist, before slowly, your hand would creep up to his neck and start to gently scrap your nails through his hairline. he was like putty a moment later, and whatever situation that had him all tense was in the back of his mind for your fingers to pull out completely.

• he loves it when he's talking and smiles, you're reaching up to gently poke at his dimples. it makes him blush every. single. time. not sure why, but he just does.

• Eddie kisses your nose. like a lot. it's stupid cute. but you melt for forehead kisses (who doesn't?).

• both of your favorite holiday being Halloween and naturally, finding couple costumes. he pretends it's tacky and overplayed but secretly adores it. it's like an unspoken statement to anyone with eyes that you are his.

• getting excited when you discover new music because you can't wait to introduce Eddie.

• he might not like every song, but he's always willing to listen to whatever you want. sometimes, when he's missing you, he'll pop one of your mixtapes into his stereo, and even if he said he didn't like them before, some of the songs become personal favorites because it reminds him of you.

• him getting you your own denim jacket so you match. then, on dates or random adventures, he'll start collecting pins or patches to stitch on your jacket. it sorta becomes a collage of your relationship. ow, my heart.

• after the events of S4, he finds it difficult to sleep and can only truly rest in your arms; where he tells you, he's the safest. not where he FEELS the safest, but he says it in a way that makes it all sound like a factual statement he read from a textbook. he IS safest in your arms, and he relishes in the feeling of being able to sleep without the fear of nightmares.

• small arguments over what to have for dinner, "we've had pizza, like, three times this week! choose something else, please!" or even what movie to watch for date night, "baby, it's been six weeks since we watch A New Hope, I think it's time, again."

• that nerd gets you into Star Wars and yeah, you might go all see the movies together in theater. ain't nothing wrong with that.

• you adorning his light mustache but finding his clean shaven face just as good.

• oh, yeah! and you're the reason he grew his hair out. in, like, 9th grade, you mentioned you thought long hair looked good on guys, and he spent 2 years trying to grow it out properly. he still pats himself on the back when he feels you grip onto his locks if you're in a particularly feral love-making session, or when you absentmindedly start playing with it, or at any point he feels you in his hair. yeah, good job, Eddie.

• any and every chance he gets, he's reminding you he loves you. grocery store? DMV? school? when you're trying to help a customer? he's there, with a silly grin on his face, "you're honestly so beautiful, man, how'd I get so lucky? God, I love you."

• your managers getting annoyed 'cause he hangs out at the counter without ever buying something. but they think young love is cute, so, they deal with it for the most part. sometimes he buys a candy bar to sate them, sometimes he just pulls a face before leaning over the counter to kiss you and be on his way - with a promise to pick you up.

• he smells ridiculously nice and started to pay close attention to it after your first date. you said he smelled nice and since then, he's made it his mission to afford the same bottle of cologne, just to hear those words from your lips again.

• he likes pulling you into his lap. he really, really just likes having you close.

• he loves scary movies 'cause it's an excuse to have you wrapped in his arms, like a koala. he'll insist that every date night in October has to do with something scary - or to that cute pumpkin patch you like to go to.

• actually, the polaroid Dustin takes of you two at the pumpkin patch (after whining to not be left behind) is the polaroid YOU keep in YOUR wallet all the time. the picture your mother took of you two at your senior prom is on your bedside table... the only school dance Eddie allowed himself to go to.

• he only went to prom (one time, in '84) because you made mention of possibly wanting to go - so, what did that nerd do? potentially the first ever prom-posal, where he spelled out the word 'PROM?' with rose petals in your bedroom.

• luckily your parents weren't home yet because you ended up fucking on the rose petals.

• and when things are REALLY serious, he wants you to tattoo a lil something on him. he trusts you with everything in him, and insists he wants "a part of you" with him always. something he can't lose. something permanent - "permanent, like my love for you, baby."

• all in all, Eddie Munson is the ideal (perfect) boyfriend and my mind will not be changed - thank yeeeewwww.

Dating Eddie Munson HC [part two]

pairing: Eddie Munson x female!reader

fandom: Stranger Things

note: can't get this boy outta my head, so, here's a few other headcanons about boyfriend!Eddie Munson.

warnings: cursing, female descriptions / pronouns (i think), this one's pretty tame. still proceed with maturity.

🔞 none of the following content is appropriate for minors 🔞 ❌ all taglists are discontinued 🚫 i do not give permission for any of my work to be posted, copied, translated, or uploaded to any other platforms 🚫

• you cannot convince me this boy doesn't, like, do everything in his power to put a smile on your face. cracking a (bad) joke, pulling a funny face, or acting like a klutz just to see that smile on your face.

• Eddie writes poems for you. maybe not full songs (even though a few have been about you) but he likes to write you actual poetry. it was the one unit he excelled in during English because he had an array of poems at his disposal.

• some poems were left in a journal, some on scrap pieces of paper then taped on his dresser's mirror, others written to you and sent in a letter.

• this man is big on hand-written letters. you like to read? he likes to write? it fucking works for you!! he'll write you a letter for anything, too.

• bullies got him fucked up? he was writing a letter to you that he might not send for weeks because he's still adding to it. it's therapeutic. and it's not that he's not telling you when things happen but it's sometimes hard to verbalize everything. so, he writes and one day, he'll slip it to you, "you don't have to respond to it, but I want you to know these things."

• and later that evening after you've read the letter, you're at his trailer, and crawling into his lap. he might be sitting on the couch because Wayne's at work already, hands holding your thighs and up to your hips as your hands smooth his hair back, off his face.

• and you'd tell him, "I love it when you're open with me. and I want you to know, your feelings are safe with me, however you need to express them." and all sorts of reassuring things, because you didn't want to offer too much sympathy because he didn't want pity, but instead assurance that his feelings are valid, and safe.

• but he sends you letters for other reasons, too! he doesn't need much of a reason to pick up a pen.

• you save each one. i don't need to explain this, right?

• he gifts you a silver ring of your own; maybe gets you one for every year you're together. but that doesn't stop you from stealing his on the occasion, let's be clear on that.

• because in my head, Eddie doesn't do short-term. he's in it for the long term, so, he likes to go all out for anniversary's. hence the rings.

• and he loves seeing your style and his meshed together in your outfits, remember? seeing you in some ripped jeans, one of his shirts? hair done, make-up poppin', nails manicured, with - oh - what's those? shining silver rings he got you? he might swoon a little.

• and holding hands when you're wearing your rings isn't 100% comfortable at first but you both get used to it. and he even might start to fiddle with your rings sometimes, too; either when anxious or just lost in thought, he'll gently spin one of your rings around your finger.

• skin to skin contact is still a must, but laying face-to-face while gently petting over his face as if to map out his features is just soul-soothing for the both of you. "everything's quiet when I'm with you," you tell him softly, voice barely above a whisper.

• and he smiles lightly, "what do you mean, quiet, sweetheart?"

• "everything in my head, all the bullshit going on in the world," you sigh as you trace over his chest tattoo, "it's quiet when I'm with you. everything's just... so much better with you, baby."

• ah, man - he melts. you hear me? he melts. he can't help but bring you in closer to press an excited kiss to your lips. and when he pulls back, he takes only a nano-second before he's kissing you again, and again.

• because he's elated to hear those words. and you make note of that by making it a habit to reassure him of his place in your life. his insecurities run deep but he's making real progress on that because you take deep satisfaction in assuring him of your love.

• I know I said stoner!boyfriend Eddie lets you paint his nails, but can we agree that boyfriend!Eddie in general will do that? great - so, you like to paint your nails, right? and sometimes, you can't choose a color and Eddie thinks it's really cute when you get that concentrated look on your face while trying to get an even coat.

• so, he doesn't mind you painting his fingernails. he'll often have to decide the color for you because you "just can't!"

• he might try his hand out with painting your nails, too. look, Eddie can get a few tattoo sketches down, why can't he master nail art?

• don't tell anyone but he definitely has a shoe box full of photos of you guys. he got a polaroid camera when you started dating and he tries to take at least one photo every date. it's a nice homage to your relationship.

• he leaves the camera in his car so he doesn't forget it. plus, he has his own personal collection of pictures of you in his passenger seat, so, win-win. oh, there goes my heart.

• when he's missing you or after you guys have a fight, he looks through that photo box. and oh, look! he's writing you another letter! he's a simp and my mind can't be changed.

• your heart gets warm when he calls you sweetheart. you're used to him calling you baby, and don't get me wrong, it's adorable. but when he drops sweetheart in lieu of your name, you're the one melting a little.

• and you're both always holding hands or your arm's around the others shoulders. like, constantly. he's not overly adamant on PDA but that boy doesn't feel right if you're close by and he's not touching you.

• there's a height difference. and he likes to pick on you for that. he's lanky, so let's say he's taller than you; and he never, ever lets you forget it. you'll try to reach something in the cabinet above the stove while you're cooking at your house, and here comes Eddie!

• he'd let one hand move around your waist to squeeze you into his side while the other grabbed whatever you needed, "woah there, small fry, careful! you might knock yourself over stretchin' like that."

• "you think you're funny, don't you?"

• but he is funny, the little shit. his jokes are mostly corny but because you guys have history, there's a lot of inside jokes that make you both go lightheaded from laughter.

• Eddie has social anxiety that's hidden behind this macho bravado but you can tell when he's feeling uneasy.

• it's sometimes easier to just slid your hand into his and mutter quietly, "squeeze my hand if you wanna go."

• you were always quick to come up with some excuse for your abrupt departure the moment you felt him squeeze your hand. it ranged from some excuse over dinner with your mom, maybe you have a sibling that needs picked up somewhere, or there's some extended family member coming into town. no matter what, when he squeezes, you're getting him out of there.

• when the anxiety passes, he's realizing he's dating his best friend and silently thanks God because you both just read each other. you both just get it.

• he calls you his little problem solver because it doesn't matter what's going on or what he's feeling, he can turn to you. confide in you. and you know it goes both ways because he's there for you no matter what.

• when you're sick, good luck getting Eddie to go to school. you'll phone him early in the morning and tell him your symptoms before insisting you'd just stay in bed; but he's already packing a bag to hang with you for the day.

• he'd come over with snacks and Gatorade (or something) because your parents already left for work. he doesn't care if he'll get sick, too; he'll crawl in bed with you and gently massage your scalp.

• Eddie doesn't like going to school if you're not there, so, he doesn't mind playing hookie. and he gets you anything you need because he's a sweetheart like that.

• yeah, you like forehead kisses - but he likes kissing your forehead.

• mixtapes! mixtapes! mixtapes! Eddie makes you mixtapes! just imagine he's out somewhere and finds himself bobbing his head along to some song, specifically asks for the name, so later, he adds it to a mixtape 'cause he thinks you'll like it, too.

• look, sometimes his emotions get the better of him and he communicates through music.

• so, sometimes, after a fight, you'll find a cassette tape left in your mailbox when you collect the mail that day. you know it's from him without a signature, but there's usually a scribbled note on the front of the case.

• I'm sorry for what I said. I hope this can help?

• and you listen to it all night. he'll come to pick you up in the morning for school and feel anxious you wouldn't want to see him, but just as he comes to a halt, you're heading out your door.

• you spend the morning talking about whatever upset the both of you before telling him how the music made you feel. he'll tell you what the songs made him feel, and that's how you sort through your feelings over certain fights.

• we know he kills the spiders but let's face it - you probably kill the rest of the creepy crawlies. you just don't do spiders... so, he's brave for the both of you, so as long as you're brave the other times and handle other bugs.

• Eddie stops to pet dogs. (so, you both stop when you're together).

• you like to bake. and Eddie likes your creations, so, he sometimes lets you rope him into helping if you promise him the first few bites of baked goods. he can burn water but under your eye, he actually kinda likes being in the kitchen - but he likes making you sweat, so, he'll continue to give you a hard time.

• younger siblings adore him. they think Eddie's funny, and he does those goofy voices when playing with them or reading them some story. Eddie doesn't mind getting down in the dirt with them. they want him to sit next to them at dinner.

• older siblings don't approve at first but they come around because let's face it, he tries to charm them since he's intimidated by them. and they think his efforts are cute that they cut him some slack.

• does Eddie let you braid his hair? only after a joint.

• maybe you first meet 'cause you're looking for a dealer.

• maybe you meet in middle school.

• maybe you meet his first senior year.

• maybe because it's both of your favorite holiday, you meet at a halloween event wearing either accidental matching costumes (so you kinda have to hang out all night and get to know the cutie) or you're wearing perfectly opposite costumes. so, again, how can you not hang out with him all night? it was fate, you were sure of it.

• or maybe you meet because you used to babysit Mike and / or Dustin, promising to give them a ride home after Hellfire and there's Eddie, waiting to make sure the newest members get in their ride. looking too cool for school as he leans on the side of the building, and he's not as smooth talking as he wants to be but you think he's still endearing.

• look, how common was it for Eddie to find you in his hoodie? pretty freaking common. they smelled like him and he started using that fabric softener you told him about that made the material soft, so, he was used to you entering his room, dropping your belongings, and snuggling your way into a hoodie.

• Eddie is the type of boyfriend that when you pass by in the lunch room, he's wrapping his arms around your waist to tug you into his lap; greeting you with kisses on the cheek. no matter if he saw you that morning, or an hour ago, he's just happy to see you.

• all right, so, about his smell. Eddie is overly conscious about his smell - so, daily showers. and he uses that cologne you complimented because his clothes smell like cigarette and weed smoke, and together, you think it smells kinda like home. when your nose is pressed to his skin, you don't really notice the smoke smell.

• you like both coffee and tea, so, Eddie learns how to make your favorite of both. he's cute. very, very cute.

• okay, so, he likes scary movies. he jumps at all the jump scares but he laughs after. you don't mind scary movies because it's an excuse to sit in Eddie's lap and press your nose into his neck.

• man, throw a blanket across across you fools and you'll actually fall asleep during a horror movie.

• okay, when you go out to eat, you both take turns ordering something neither of you have tried before. it's a simple way for you both to try new things and push your comfort bounds.

• he goes with you when you get your first tattoo, too. holds your hand, reassures you that you're doing great, has an opened bottle of water for you, and takes peaks as the tattoo progresses. he'd make cute jokes to distract you when you'd wince in annoyed pain.

• oh, man, the dates are just cute. they're not always conventional but you both look for any excuse to hang out.

• he likes to pinch your jaw and lift your attention up to your eyes (that height difference, man). then he'd kiss you and mutter, "don't know what I did to deserve you, but good job me."

• and yeah, I mentioned it before, but he's close with your family. like, to the point when you need an extra team member for family game night, Eddie's rolling in with more flowers for your Mom and maybe a pack of candy for your sibling(s).

• let's just imagine Eddie at family meals please. he's offering to fill your plate when the peas come your way, refilling your Mom's wine glass, and teasingly taking your Dad's side during arguments.

• he'd be invited to the Christmas vacation! and he'd blush because wow - your family really accepts him. he has heart eyes the whole time.

• he's the type that takes whatever is in your hands to hold for you, too. backpack, binders, shopping bags, (sometimes) your purse, that one time he came into your job and saw you moving an inventory box - he swooped in and took it from you.

• "what're you doin' movin' something this heavy, princess? I got it, I got it."

• this boy melts when your nails rake over his back, shoulders, and obviously his scalp.

• and Eddie's the type to kiss you at any given opportunity. we know he reminds you he loves you constantly but he also looks for any opening to kiss you.

• when he gets angry, he worries that he's scared you. you never are, and you tell him as such, but he still knows that he can get intense. so, he'd take some time to just be in your presence (usually with his hands somewhere on you) before he's trying to explain why he had the kind of reaction he did.

• you appreciated the communication, so, you listened and tried to understand, empathize. your job isn't to judge him.

• he often uses his fingers to press into your cheeks. he likes to poke and hold them, sometimes squeezing to pucker your lips. oh, man, this boy is almost always touching you - it's so cute. damn it.

• Eddie's perfect, okay? cool.

eddie who takes polaroids of you while you guys are having sex to keep in his wallet and one accidentally falls out during hellfire

his wallet would be stuffed full of polaroids of you two, most of them explicit

eddie is know to be very theatrical. and those theatrics multiply tenfold when he’s dungeon master. gesturing around wildly, sitting and standing and sitting again. it’s no shocker than some of his items go flying, rings, the bandana he kept in his back pocket, and his wallet happens to be todays victim.

it slips out of his pocket, plopping onto the floor and beside dustin’s feet. the freshman picks it up, intending to give it back to eddie but then something else falls out of it and gathers his attention.

dustin’s shocked, to say the least, holding the polaroid between his two fingers and close to his face. it takes eddie a while to realize that he’s lost dustin’s— and a few of the others—attention. and when eddie does realize, noticing exactly what has dustin so entranced, eddie snatches the picture from him, looking at it himself.

a small smile finds eddie’s face as his eyes fall to you. or, well, a snapshot of you. laid back on eddie’s bed, naked skin shining from the flash. your right leg is pulled in, crossed over your body and covering your cunt. you have one of your arms thrown over your boobs, smooshing them, and the other thrust out towards eddie, palm facing him. your face hides in your arm but eddie can still remember the smile on your face.

your pose isn’t even the best part. no, not by a long shot. because there, splattered along your exposed midriff, is thick ropes of eddie’s cum, still fresh and glistening against your perfect skin.

eddie smiles, tucking the photo in his back pocket and going to go back to the game. when the others demand to know what the photo was of, dustin sits shell shocked and eddie just smirks, telling them that it was “a man’s business”.

hellfire club | eddie munson

SUMMARY -> mike and dustin are begging for you to play as a stand-in for DnD at their club tonight. you accept, not wanting to watch the championship. yet, who knew arriving early and meeting hellfire’s infamous club president would ensue one hella of a night for you as well, hm?

eddie munson x fem! reader

masterlist

GENRE -> nsfw/smut

WARNINGS -> smutty smut (oral sex; f! receiving, p in v, protected sex, fingering, spitting? i also kinda have a thing for his large rings hehe)

WC -> 4,249

a/n : this is my first eddie fanfic and this man hasn’t given me a rest on my daydreaming so i had to write smut for him for the first time. deadass. T_T

likes, reblogs & comments are greatly appreciated !! <3

enjoy !!

“oh, come on! one game, y/n. one game!” mike pleaded, hands clasped together as dustin was also begging, yet he was on his knees, hands clasped together also. your eyebrows were scrunched together looking at the two freshmens in utter disbelief, perhaps. you could almost laugh seeing these two little sheeps resort in begging for a game of DnD. you weren’t exactly a kind of a person in people’s eyes to play this ‘demonic’ game as the papers say. however, you were hooked, played a couple a few times with the boys. clearly, you didn’t give a shit of what some people might say about it. it was just harmless fun after all.

“get up, dustin. alright, i’ll play. just so you know, i’m still on the newbie side, alright?” their eyes lit up with such hope on it, masking over the fear after the five minutes of begging and pleading as they now erupted into cheers and thanks, trying to hug you but you moved away. it looked like your answer was the key to their sole problem and you wondered how serious was this club? “who’s the leader? of your club? seriously, getting you two to beg for someone to play in.” you asked, not liking the idea that this one upper batch was scaring the shit out of these poor kids just for a game.

“you are the most holy of the fucking holy, y/n. thank you so much.” dustin bowed, hands up like he was worshipping you. mike nudged him with his elbow as dustin yelped, stopping eventually. fearing you would change your mind.

“it’s eddie. eddie munson. he’s in your class.” mike answered, exaggerating his last words. “lucas bailed out because he had to play for the championship tonight.” mike explained, rolling his eyes, sighing as you didn’t ask why. “—but hey, eddie’s a chill dude. there’s nothing to worry about.” mike assured as dustin nodded along excitedly. you were skeptical, you heard of eddie. he was in your class yet barely you had batted an eye to him. you did heard of him, not in the good way, of course. some of your classmates bought weed from him and other things stronger than that, he’s a drug dealer and supposedly a ‘freak’. you couldn’t care less of what he is, as long as the boys were happy and safe being friends with him, you were content.

“i’m holding on to you on that, wheeler. if he’s an ass once i meet him tonight, i’m bailing as well. you got it?” you warned them. tone strict as they both curtly nodded in understanding. “alright, piss off. enjoy freshmen year.” you ushered, tone turning soft at the two as you gestured them to leave you alone, finally opening your locker for the next class.

“yes, mother! thank you!” dustin shouted as you gave him the finger before finally heading into the crowd. you shake your head at them, a grin forming on your lips as you gripped the binder in your hands. two years have passed, they still look like the same little middle school kids running towards you every single day. harrington and robin had invited you to watch the championship this night, yet you declined not really liking watching a bunch of sweaty jocks throw a ball in a laundry hoop. nancy was going as well, of course for the school paper, now leaving you alone. you didn’t really have any exciting nights these past few days, bored out of wits and your family annoying the brains out of you. so maybe, maybe you anticipated something else just this once, tonight.

•••

anticipation ran through your veins as sweat beaded the insides of your palms. your binder was hugged against your chest as you looked around the empty hallway to find no mike or dustin around. you were early, early the fact that you could hear ozzy osbourne’s voice blasting inside the club room, followed by heavy guitar streams and rhythm of the beats. so he’s a black sabbath fan? you dig some rock genre as well, more of a queen or kiss is your preference to jam along and blast it in harrington’s car though. you sighed at yourself, realizing you wasted 15 fucking minutes of waiting for the two sheeps as you already felt awkward standing in front of the door. where are they at?

fuck it. you think, rolling your eyes at yourself as you opened the door of the club room. going in, meant you had to be alone with eddie munson himself and socializing was not a strong factor of yours. dim lights showered before you, you were met with the props from every musical play that was orchestrated in the drama club and also the familiar stage lights. it was not bad, bit clustered but this hellfire club looked promising as you spotted the long table and several other necessities for the night messily laying on top. your eyes darted as the loud blast of music faded, the curly dried locks of brown hair appeared as you were now face front with eddie himself. he was jamming along, seeming to make guitar movements and banging his head like any rocker fan. huh. your heart beats, chest tightening noticing that he didn’t know you were here which meant you had to get his attention.

“munson?” you tested, raising your voice a bit. in which no response was uttered as he was still looking away from you. “eddie munson?” you raised your voice higher and tapped the table as he now jumped from his supposed throne or seat and looked to your direction. you stared at him as he as well stared directly back at you, the face of bewilderment slowly taking his expression. he’s kinda cute.

“y/l/n.” he almost shouted your last name, turning his speaker down as he arose from his seat to walk over towards you with a cheeky grin on his lips. “well, well, what the fuck are you doing at hellfire? championship’s at the other side.” he asked, arms crossed as the scent of his musty cologne hit your nose, the distance between the two of you a bit closer than intended. you looked up at him as he towered before you with now a smirk on his damn face. a little bit of a annoying prick. you thought as you broke eye contact with him, feeling a bit flustered. was he always this handsome up close?

“mike and dustin invited me. said you needed a stand-in since sinclair is at the game.” you responded, shrugging. hands fidgeting as your fingers clenched and unclenched.

“so it has. i never expected it’d be you.” he murmured, his hand raising to his chin as his fingers tapped his lips seeing his eyes roam up and down at your figure. he was observing you or probably checking you out, yet your eyes turned to see his rings gleaming under the spotlights. big hands. you noted, blushing at evident attractiveness you now realized you had for munson. and you couldn’t quiet understand how you haven’t even noticed him at all while in school. well maybe for the fact he often likes to ditch some classes so maybe that’s the reason.

“any problem?” you asked, unsure whether he had approved of you.

he hummed, smiling now as he shake his head. “nah. nah. you’re cool. henderson and wheeler picked well.” he gestured to you. one movement of his arms had your observant eyes dart to his collarbone seeing the collar of his shirt reveal a tattoo. you gulped, thighs unknowingly clenching together, feeling a shiver run down your spine at the thought of if he had more hiding under that hellfire t-shirt. shit.

“i-i’m still a bit uneasy playing with other people so maybe not too well.” you muttered, embarrassed.

“ain’t that a shame? well we can get to know each other while we’re at it, hm?” eddie suggested, a smile formed on your lips as you know damn well what you’ve just gotten yourself into. “of course, if you want to, m’lady.” he bowed with much dignity.

“i’d like that.” your voice dropped to an octave. if nancy, robin or even fucking steve and the boys were here they’d be yelling their ass off, of how your voice sounded right now. you were smitten, too smitten and you had to thank those two dweebs for pushing you to agree for this night. your binder was placed on the table, long forgotten, you couldn’t exactly count the minutes that had passed as you just talked with the guy. he spewed some jokes and some heavily introductions about himself. he was sitting on his throne as you stood before him with a smile on your face, you hadn’t expected eddie munson to be actually a chill dude as mike had said. too chill that you actually hadn’t realize your annoyance had fled.

“you were the buzz cut kid?” you laughed, asking in disbelief how he told you he didn’t looked like his style now before and that mentioned he had a killer buzz cut.

“fuck off, i rocked that buzz cut.” eddie chuckled. “and not to mention i didn’t have these sweet killer tattoos back then. so yeah, you might have not recognize me one bit until today.” he pulled down the collar of his shirt, revealing more as what you expected. your eyes roamed downwards, admiring the second tattoo shown before you as your eyes darted to his forearm to see one big tat. a sudden shift of movement made you look back up to his face. brown honey orbs staring back at you with same heat as your gaze was. and it clicked, your throat felt dry at the realization of the moment. you gulped, feeling the same wave of heat covered your very body. he leaned forward, still focused on your face as a smirk grazed his lips. you couldn’t exactly tell how tight it felt you were in your clothes the moment he had laid his eyes on you so intensely, erotically almost. you bit your lip, anticipation again running through your mind. the evident heat between your legs becoming so uncomfortable you could whine about how he was so slow making the first move of fucking you here and now. come on, munson.

“you like this one?” he whispered, snapping you out of your drunken trance, eyes darting to his forearm as he showed it in all it’s fucking glory. your mouth constricted, flustered seeing as his veins bulged out how he clenched his fists to show you it, looking so smug and cocky right now. you held in a breath as your eyes surveyed it, admiring how it fitted his whole style and all.

“i do.” you whispered, smiling as you bended down to his level, feeling bold enough to actually touch his tattooed skin. you felt him shiver underneath the tips of your cold fingers, tracing every line and detail up to his biceps and seeing more, making you so curious. it was your turn to smirk, satisfied. “it’s pretty cool.” you muttered, blushing before finally looking back at him to see his reaction. face so close, you hadn’t realize how much friendly space you taken up between the two of you.

“so you like tattooed dudes, huh?” he boldly asked, instead of blushing he was smirking more than ever. your cheeks heated, staring back at his brown orbs before panicking in the inside to form some response.

you stuttered. “well i— … you don’t have to know that.” you pouted, now pulling yourself back to stand. he caught your wrist, pulling you back to his level. your breath hitched, feeling the boldness radiate from him.

“you gotta answer, baby. no need to be shy.” butterflies ensued, the cold touch of his rings almost pushing you to the breaking point of kissing him. you held his gaze, trying somewhat not to show how he had this effect on you. in which, really, you swore it was very evident since the moment you smiled at him. for a moment of bliss, he had let go of your wrist, chuckling. “all jokes. so, are we cool? i gotta welcome you in the club first of all.”

you exhaled sharply, rolling your eyes at him as you stood up. “yes.” you answered as he now stood up as well, his ringed hand before you as he smiled.

“perfect.” he muttered, his eyes seeming to hold a glint in them still staring into yours. you tilt your head up a bit, cheeks feeling so hot as he took a step closer. you were so sure you thought he had understood the points of your mindless flirting, anticipation was coursing through your veins as you accepted his hand in a firm grip. now looking at him with battering eyelashes and doe lustful eyes as he understood now. “welcome to hellfire, baby.”

in one swift moment, he leaned in and crashed his lips to yours. rough and demanding as you encircled your arms around his neck to pull him down for more. you were so greedy as you tried to map out every shape of his mouth onto yours. his hands went to your hips as he squeezed them experimentally. you moaned, the heat in your legs pressed against his, chest pressed together as your breasts rubbed against his broad chest. you panted, desperately needing some form of friction from him. he groaned between your lips as he guided the two of you to his rightful throne. your thighs were placed either side of hips, clothed cunt above his crotch, hands now roaming his clothed chest.

“eager, eager y/n.” eddie chuckled, biting the bottom of your lip as you gasped feeling his two large hands cup your ass, roughly yanking them down to grind yourself on his lap. “you think i haven’t seen the way your fucking thighs were rubbing every moment we were talking, hm? getting all so worked-up for me, baby?” he whispered, peppering sloppy kisses against your jaw as you mewled at the sensation, your head tilting back as he gladly latched his teeth on your exposed neck. he nipped, sucked, you let him leave marks, not caring at the moment as you felt his hard prick grow harder at every second he was teasing you.

“eddie.” your hands gripped his shaggy hair as he let out a surprising moan. “please.” you begged, wanting more than to take of your clothes off, to feel his skin on yours and his cock inside of you. you could not wait any second as he shifted under you, breath hot against your cheek as he pecked it before slapping your ass, making you arch your back a bit.

“on the floor, y/n. come on, i’d eat the shit out of you first, beautiful.” he mutters, tapping your thighs. you held no protest as the desperation between your legs were begging for him to touch them now. your ass thumped as you laid on the floor, sprawled with eagerness in your eyes as you shrugged off the bottom of your clothes. he kneeled down, admiring the way how you looked right now. he yanked the article of clothing and tossed it of somewhere before setting his eyes to his wrapped prize between your legs.

“look at you. such desperation isn’t good.” he teased and chuckled, fingers gripping harshly the flesh of your inner thighs. you bit your lip seeing as he laid promising kisses slowly, easing his way up as he fan his breath against your dripping core. his eyes were wide-blown, pupils dilated, pussy drunken at the sight of a wet spot on the center of your cotton panties. he licked his lips, looking up for a moment as he saw you as the same as his. waiting, eyes hazy, waiting for him to devour the shit out of you. he grinned, his hand wrapped firmly above your hips, trapping you as he practically ripped off the obstacle of clothing. you yelped, feeling the fabric pull against your skin, his hot breaths now directly fanning against your pussy as eddie stared at it for a moment. his heart thumped and his cock screamed, you watch as he spat on his ringed fingers and proceeded to roughly shove in two digits into your awaiting cunt. you almost screamed yet held yourself back, gripping the brown locks as your thighs clenched his face.

“munson! oh my god.” you slurred, back arching like a cat. with much so eagerness, he pressed a loving kiss near your core before indulging himself as he licked a trip at your entrance, making you mewl. euphoria flowed through every vein inside your body, hands still gripping tightly the brown locks of his hair. your eyes closed feeling every lap of his wet tongue lavish your needy pussy, dripping hot, wet and obscene as you grind yourself on his face. he gave every lick as he circled your clit with a moan, loving the way how you tasted, tart on his tongue and so very much giddy how you were enjoying it from up there.

“so fucking good. taste so fucking good, sweetheart.” he praised, curling his fingers making you whine. the familiar knot in your stomach slowly started to form as he continued to finger fuck you while lapping like a starved man making you clench so hard, ready to come. with every lick, every pump of his fingers, his cold rings touching your entrance, you felt it slowly building as you arched your back more making your ass lift up a bit in the air. eddie growled, his large arm above your hips as he slammed you back down roughly before detaching his whole mouth out with a wet pop, and fingers pulled out from your needy pussy.

“eddie! no, no, please—“ your eyes watered, your high was coming and he denied it with amusement in his face. you watch, with whining noises escaping your mouth as you opened your legs to show him your deprived pussy. “please…”

“you’re not coming until you come on my cock, you got it?” he licked his fingers clean, evident of your arousal coating the tips of his fingers to his large rings. you nodded, your pupil blown eyes staring at him, how holy he looked as he fumbled with his jeans and grabbed something from his pocket. “knew i’d use it.” he smiles to himself, fishing out the condom, flashing it towards you with a cheeky grin before he proceeded to pull down the zipper making you laugh for a moment. eddie winked at you, adoration in his eyes as he leaned down before your frame as he kissed you finally. you groaned at the sensation, your hands greedily raking his back before pulling his shirt up a bit to feel his soft skin. your fingertips glided, moaning between his lips as you felt his tip nudge your clit.

“stop it with the slowburn, i’m dying here.” you complained, grinding your core up to rub on his bare cock and taking a quick peep to see how fucking big he is. his cock was generously big in girth, huge as ever. tip was flushing bright red and you wondered how the fuck your cunt could take a champ like that for a moment.

“patience now.” he murmured, hands braced at the side of your face as he finally took you so slowly. he entered, with experimental strokes as he growled at the sensation of your warm walls welcoming him. “sweet baby jesus. fucking hell.” he groaned out, forehead pressed against yours as sweat coiled your still clothed bodies. one of his hands were tightly gripping your hips as the other leverage himself. he started a pace, trying to get every reaction and noise out of you as he lovingly stared in your eyes. you stared back at him, lips pouty and red from his lavish attentions. you could feel it, the same feeling of butterflies inside your tummy as you arched feeling his cock rub every wall inside your cunt.

“it feels so good.” you praised, pecking his lips as your nails dig the flesh of his broad back. he growled, catching your lips again as he started to pound harder, your legs were sprawled open, ass barely touching the ground as he continued to thrust mercilessly with no intention of stopping. his hair brush against your face as you hold onto him tightly, his thrust getting sloppier by the minute. he knew it, knew the spot he hit as he hit it repeatedly as you sobbed at the overstimulating feeling.

“such a good cunt. so fucking good, all pretty for me. good fucking pussy, all mine, mine, mine—“ he messily spew praises against your lips, your walls clamped hard, your high nearing as ever. he groaned loudly, hissing as he buried his face at the crook of your neck. his thrusts almost pushed you up at such power as his cock nudge the spot over and over again. you gasped, heart fluttering, eyes rolling back as hot white sparks made you whine loudly. you grind up, catching the amazing orgasm as eddie fucking moaned. the hard rock music in the backgrounded faded as you heard him mutter every word he could muster before finally coming with one hard stroke of his dick. he gasped as well, spilling himself inside the condom, your gummy walls milking him out as guitar streams grew louder as ever. you panted, not minding his death grip on your hips. you softly caressed his sweaty back, coaxing him out of his high. his breath was hot against your neck, making you rub your face on his frizzy locks. he smelled good, good that the scent of sex was now overwhelming the air around the two of you.

“i think my knees gave out. shit, fuck—“ eddie suddenly spoke, groaning, still inside of you. “best fucking sex, goddamn.”

“i know.” you lazily grinned as he lifted himself up. “what a way to welcome me in, munson.” you smiled, joking as he huffed and laughed. you were still a bit shaking as eddie helped you up to sit. he tossed your pants back as you gladly thanked him. a moment of silence enveloped the two of you as he finally looked presentable, hair still sweaty on his forehead. his cheeks were flushed and you admired him for being so cute, reminding you he had just fucked you to the oblivion. he caught your stare, smiling as pecked your lips.

“it’s not too late to actually ask you out, is it?” eddie asked, voice low and shy. you stared at him, mouth a bit open as your tummy churn in excitement. “so, would you like me to take you out for dinner after this? that cheesy thing people do and maybe we can also— you know.”

“i would love to.” you answered quickly, you already liked him and there’s was no intention you had just wanted the sex and all.

“fuck. okay. i’m a bit awkward with all of this. this is cool.” you laughed seeing him so bashful, you grabbed his shirt to kiss him one more time. his lips moulded over yours, slow and sensational, perfect it was. you broke away, patting his chest before proceeding to find your shredded undergarment and to find it nowhere. you panicked, the realization of mike, dustin and the others were now on your mind as you frantically searched for it. hoping, it wasn’t laying somewhere that they’ll see it as you just pulled your pants up for your modesty. you suddenly looked up to the cheeky bastard, seeing some amusement behind his eyes as he watched you.

you glared. “where’s my panties, eddie?”

mike and dustin were scared seeing no sign of you in the hallway. they were scared knowing eddie would freak out if they didn’t have sub tonight. “where the fuck is y/n?” dustin asked, voice trembling. fearing you bailed on them.

“i don’t fucking know! shit.” mike sighed as they spotted the other three members of hellfire coming in now. they collected themselves, taking deep breaths as they followed in. praying to the gods eddie wasn’t revved up as usual. your voice followed their ears, dustin eyes were wide at the scene as mike followed his gaze to see you sat down on the table in-front of eddie, happily chatting with their leader. who, in fact, looked so giddy as well making their eyes wide.

“you’re early, y/n.” dustin called you out, his nervousness slowly dying from his system. you turned your head to the boys, smiling as eddie’s hand was resting on your thigh as you stood up from your place. “too early, in fact.” dustin added, shifting his gaze between munson and you suspiciously.

“i am. i was just welcomed into hellfire.” you winked at them. mike grimaced as dustin nodded unknowingly.

“and we we’re just getting to know each other very well. ain’t that right, baby?” eddie added, smiling widely. you looked down to him, eyes slightly widening as he flashed your ripped panties before you, it was tucked safely inside his pocket. he had a devilish glint in his eyes and a smirk plastered on his lips. teasing you so bad. fucking bastard. you thought, thighs clenching again, fearing the boys knew what happened now.

but, at least that it was indeed one hella of a night for you and him.

i am a slut for eddie. <3

don’t take my heart (don’t break my heart) masterlist

Dustin isn’t allowed to date until his sister, Kate, does. Problem is, he already has a girlfriend. He looks for help in the most unlikely place: the Hellfire Club. (complete)

prequel | my other works | taglist | read on ao3

00. prologue

01. head over heels

02. good old-fashioned lover boy

03. louder than words

04. love is a battlefield

05. bad case of loving you

06. moonage daydream

eddie, stop! - eddie munson

© glodessa 2022, do not repost, modify or translate!

synopsis: While desperately trying to help your boyfriend study for his finals, you have to deal with the fact he just loves to tease you whenever he can. And that he always gets what he wants.

a/n: no spoilers <3 i love how i wanted this to be a short little fluffy blurb but then this happened. it’s eddie’s fault not mine but i’m not complaining one bit teehe. enjoy <3

warnings: SMUT, strip-studying, cockwarming, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, mouth spitting, oral (fem receving), explicit language, i feel like there was one more thing but i can’t remember lol, probably wasn’t that important anyways

wc: 4.1k

MAIN MASTERLIST • STRANGER THINGS MASTERLIST

You walked up the steps to his trailer, knocking at the door. It didn’t take him long to appear in front of you, his usual warm, charming smile on his face.

“You’re late, sweetheart,” he mentioned as you entered the living room area. “Got me worried for a hot minute.”

You felt your cheeks immediately heating up at his words, and the way he refused to call you by your name ever since he replaced it with his favorite pet name. Sweetheart.

“Couldn’t find those damn notes for Mrs. Higgins’ class,” you explained, taking a seat on the couch as he planted himself on the floor in front of it, hands instantly attached to your thighs as he started playing with the hem of your skirt. 

You already knew his mind was anywhere but where it was supposed to be. Classic Eddie move. Thankfully, you’ve had enough experience with the distracted variant of Eddie, knowing exactly how to make him focus on the task at hand.

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Heavy Metal Lover | Eddie Munson x Reader NSFW 18+

Summary: You’re at the Iron Maiden show. He’s at the Iron Maiden show. You’re pretty cute. He’s pretty cute. And good news…he’s got a van.

Warnings: smut, oral, penetrative sex

You hadn’t gone out to the Iron Maiden show expecting to find love, or even a one night stand. You went to have fun, and even though you were surrounded by dudes who were all either checking you out or giving you weird looks for being a single girl at a metal show, you were having the time of your life.

Eddie hadn’t driven two hours from Hawkins to find love, unless you could count moshing as a form of intimacy. A small part of him hoped he might find some cutie whose number he could get, but really, it wasn’t his top priority. He was in it for the music, for the metal injection straight into his fucking veins, and anything else that happened that night would just be a bonus—wait, hang on. There was a total babe there, not five feet away from him, and he was absolutely transfixed.

When you felt someone staring at you, you glanced to your left. There, you saw the goofiest, handsomest guy, with shaggy dark hair and the most awestruck expression on his face. You couldn’t help but smile at the look in his wide eyes, and as you did so, Eddie felt his heart beginning to race.

You were so hot.

So, so hot.

And he had no idea what to say.

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I Wanna Fucking Tear You Apart | Lost Boy!Billy Hargrove x Reader 18+ ONLY

For @l0vem00se​ whose brain is beautiful and I love ❤️ this is just a short little thing but it was fun and cute!! Thank you so much for the idea!

Tags:  @smenny @infinitelyforgotten @littlewinter1917

Warnings: lil smutty

Got a big plan, this mindset

maybe it’s right

At the right place and right time

maybe tonight…

Billy Hargrove knew he wanted you the moment he saw you. 

You stood out from the crowd that night and he watched you, his eyes never straying as he sat on the railing with the others. In fact, when he spotted you, he actually lowered his aviators to better appreciate you, compromising his entire look just to check you out. 

“Whoa, man!” Paul laughed, puffing out a mouthful of smoke as he cackled. “Shit’s serious, huh?”

Marko echoed his laugh. They sounded like hyenas, but Billy wasn’t paying them any attention.

He was too busy running his tongue along his teeth, feeling the way his canines were threatening to push down. You looked perfect. You looked divine.

You looked delicious.

Out of everybody in Santa Carla that night, you were the only one he had eyes for. 

David followed his gaze and smirked before giving him a nudge. “What’re you waitin for, Hargrove?”

That was all the encouragement Billy needed.

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Maneater | Billy Hargrove x demon!reader NSFW (18+ ONLY)

There’s a new girl in town…and she’s got a killer beauty routine.

AKA Billy x Jennifer’s Body style reader

Requests and commissions are open! 

@smenny @infinitelyforgotten @littlewinter1917 @djiafjaidjcj

Warnings: violence, cannibalism (sorta? Reader is a demon so technically not?) eating people lol, sexual talk, flirtin, smut

(I tried really hard to find a cropped version of this gif but I couldn’t 😩)

You always felt your best after a good night’s beauty sleep, your usual skincare routine, and devouring a boy or two. Sure, it was a little unorthodox, and it was the result of a virgin sacrifice gone wrong (seriously, how did those creepy band dudes think you were a virgin? Ouch), but it was your thing now, and you were totally owning it.

The best part? You wouldn’t have any problems finding fresh meat in your new home of Hawkins, Indiana, because you knew that no matter where you went, there were always going to be stupid, horny boys just begging for you to play around in their chest cavities. You could go just about anywhere and still be able to do your thing, and even though you were in the middle of buttfuck nowhere Indiana, you were excited to check out the locals. Maybe size them up.

Look for someone yummy.

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Eddie Munson - Master List

Wow! I had no idea this was going to happen! Thank you for all the love on my Eddie story!

Blossoming of a Shy Violet

- Reader…the new girl at Hawkins meets Eddie Munson…and her life will never be the same.

Story contains…fluff…angst..smut…possible violence…so please 18+ and the reader is fem!

If you would like to be tagged…please let me know!

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Part Twelve

Part Thirteen

Part Fourteen

Part Fifteen

Part Sixteen

Part Seventeen

Part Eighteen

Part Nineteen

Part Twenty

Part Twenty - One

Part Twenty - Two

Part Twenty - Three

Part Twenty - Four

Part Twenty - Five

Part Twenty - Six

Christmas with Eddie and the Gang

thinking about how if Eddie was cornered for a fight he’d probably play to his strengths and try to freak out his attackers by bouncing around like old timey boxers, looking like a kangaroo and punching the air while saying ‘oh you wanna go??? You wanna go??? Well let me tell you! There’s going to be three hits!!! Me hitting you, you hitting the floor and the ambulance hitting 80 when it takes you to the hospital. That’s right. The old left, right, goodnight. The ol’ razzle dazzle!’

And the guys just…leave? Because what is this guy doing? And why is he moving like that?

Eddie munson: 1, bullies: 42. Things are finally looking up.

What Eddie doesn’t know is that Steve Harrington was standing just off to the side and waved the bullies on when he saw it all kick off. Not wanting to interrupt Eddie’s…technique…he did what he could without raising suspicions

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH MY LOVES!!!! i have a couple different fics to post this month for all different lgbtq+ readers and i'm so excited!! (i'm also taking requests too!) but in the mean time, i wanted to share this with people who may not know the history and importance behind this month, and i also wanted to create another mini masterlist of all my different lgbtq+ reader fics to add to the big masterlist!! so here they are <3

bi!reader coming out to jamie

perfect -- jamie comforting ftm!reader

pretty boy -- jamie announcing his relationship on social media with transmasc!reader

behave -- henry creel x male reader (NSFW!)

I'M SO CONFUSED I KNOW I'VE WRITTEN MORE WHERE ARE THEY????? when i find them i'll update this <3

nothing new |dom!brat tamer!eddie x sub!brat!reader|

prompt: eddie tries a new punishment. you don't like it. you push eddie to go back to his old ways.

contains: 18+ MINORS DNI, dom! brat tamer! eddie, brat!sub!reader, dom/sub themes, orgasm denial mentions, degrading, language, mean-ish reader, mean!dom!eddie, spanking (mentions of cane / use of slipper)/ slippering, after care, fingering fem receiving, oral, p in v sex

"You know that's not how I like my toast." You snapped, eyes glaring so fiercely in the back of Eddie's curly head, you were sure those brown curls would catch on fire from the heat of your gaze.

Eddie's shoulders tensed, spine straightening and drawing up tight at your tone. It had been like this for the past three days. After incessantly breaking his rules all day, he'd punished you. The cane and a punishment of no cumming for the next few days.

He'd got the idea from magazine, one of the seedy ones that were hidden in the back of the stores, the X-Rated section that teenagers would whisper and try to sneak into see. The magazine said it would break them into submission, a sure-fire way to keep your sub in order that wasn't physical punishment. Eddie figured it would be fine to try, exciting even. He'd tease you until you were so close, toes curling and heavy panting, only to pull away. He'd give a smack to your ass, pointing a finger and scolding you, calling you a "bad girl" with a stern glare- like you were a dog in training.

It had the complete opposite effect than what the magazine had said. You were furious. Whatever attitude you had before was now amplified by a million. It teetered on real anger and aggravation, not the spoiled and bratty personality you played up for him. You were frustrated, sexually and emotionally.

Every snap of your harsh tongue, lashing and dripping in venom when you'd bark at him, was met with a look of warning and a threat. Eddie tired to stay firm, unrelenting in his decision to punish you, but, fuck, we're you making it difficult.

You'd woken up before him this morning, learning from the past mornings that he'd tease you awake with sweet kisses, even sweeter touches. He'd roll on top of you, grinding into you while smothering your cheeks and neck with sweet, pillowy kisses. He'd dig his fingers in your cunt, curling and rubbing your swollen clit, getting you dizzy with ecstasy in your sleepy state. You were so sweet, so warm, holding him tightly and begging him to let you cum in a nasally, high pitched tone.

Only for him to pull out of you at the last minute. You'd huff, eyes snapping open in protest. Eddie would tut at you stupidly, shoving his fingers in your mouth.

"Oh, you didn't think I'd let you cum, now did you?" He'd mock you, face exaggeratedly copying your pout. "Silly, dumb girl, you know better than that."

You would be frustrated all day. Dropping to your knees at the beginning when he'd tell you, excited and desperate to please him. Hoping he might please you in return.

He didn't.

Eddie would finish down your throat, shoving his flaccid dick back in his pants, patting your cheek lightly before going about his business. He'd leave you, stunned and horny on your knees, unsatisfied entirely and a little hurt.

That hurt turned into rage in an instance.

This morning, you weren't entertaining him with it. You'd gotten up and sat on the couch, watching TV while sipping your coffee until Eddie came in. He was still soft and warm from sleep, leaning down to press a lazy kiss to your lips. You turned your head with a huff, letting his lips barely brush your cheek.

Eddie pulled back, stunned, blearily blinking at you. "What's'a matter, baby?" He asked sweetly, head still foggy and fresh from sleep.

You glared at him, mean and pointed, before rolling your eyes back to the TV. You were cuddled up in your fluffy robe, fluffy slippers curled under your legs. You looked positively adorable, and normally, Eddie would let you know that; if you weren't being so mean.

Eddie pressed his lips together, brow furrowing. He shuffled over to the pot of coffee, the smell of the ground beans in the air, wrapping around him and carrying him to the machine. It was empty.

Eddie frowned, lifting the empty glass pot. "Did you drink all of the coffee?" Eddie asked. You didn't look at him. Just lifted your steaming mug, slurping it loudly, obnoxiously.

Eddie rolled his eyes, shoving the pot back under the machine. "You couldn't make more?" He pressed.

"Why would I do that?" You scoffed, eyes still glued on the TV. "I didn't know how long you were going to sleep. You usually sleep all day."

Eddie scoffed, shaking his head. His own jaw clenched, ripping open the Folgers' can and spooning in the ground coffee into the machine. He would just ignore it, ignore your attitude. He knew you were trying to get him to break, to go back on his punishment. He wouldn't.

"Did you eat?" Eddie asked, finger jamming into the machine, turning it on.

You didn't look at him, sipping your coffee calmly, eyes on the screen. Eddie's teeth grit. "Baby, did you eat?" He tried again.

"No." You huffed. "I just had coffee."

Eddie closed his eyes, taking a calming breath. "Do you want breakfast? Eggs?"

"I want toast." You muttered. Your eyes finally met his, cutting over to him for a moment, brows still pulled into a furrowed frown.

"I'll make you toast." Eddie nodded sweetly. "You want butter on it?"

You scoffed loudly, ignoring his sweet tone. "Obviously. That's how I always have it."

Eddie's eyes flashed in warning at you. You shrunk for a moment, throbbing between your legs. Your obedience was temporary. The moment the pulse between your legs started up, aching and incessant from days of no relief, your attitude came back stronger.

You rolled your eyes hard at him, making sure he saw you, before going back to the TV. Eddie decided to let you be. Let you sit and stew in your own little fit. He'd still cook you breakfast, still be sweet to you in the hopes of bringing you back into submission. He knew there would be some resistance with this punishment, the magazine had warned him, but he hadn't expected this.

This was miserable. Felt like a punishment for both of you.

Eddie had calmed down a little. Buttering the bread and putting it in the toaster, a routine that was mundane and let him focus on tasks. He set the timer on the toaster, two minutes, not too burnt but golden brown- how you liked it. How you always liked it.

Not today, apparently.

The snarl you gave him when he presented you with your plate had his face falling. Your lips twisting in displeasure, winking your nose down at the bread.

You're snappy response, mean and degrading, sent him over the edge.

Eddie smacked his hand on the counter, turning to glare at you. "That is exactly how you like your toast." He snapped. You didn't even flinch under his harsh glare, your own displeased place rivaling his. "What's going on with you, huh? You just gonna be mean all day?"

"Are you?" You challenged, brows raising at him.

"You were the one who couldn't keep your mouth shut the other day." Eddie pointed at you. "You had to go and break my rules, and now you don't want to be punished? What good is that?"

"It's not a good punishment, it's a stupid fucking punishment, and you know it." You growled, nails digging into the counter.

"Hey," Eddie warned, lifting a brow at you. "You watch it, alright? I'm sick of your attitude-"

You rolled your eyes at him. "Whatever." You snarled, looking down at the plate of toast. Your stomach growled silently, seeing the perfectly buttered and toasted, though you couldn't let him know that.

"I'm not eating that shit." You huffed, shoving the plate towards him. Not hard enough for the dish for fall, sending it sliding over the counter to stop in front of Eddie.

Eddie watched you stomp off to the couch, little slippers clacking against the linoleum floor to the carpet, plopping down hard enough for the springs to creak.

Eddie paused, eyes flicking from you to the toast in front of him, mocking him and fueling his fire. The truth was, he was struggling too with this punishment. His stubborn side would rather have blue balls forever than give into your bratty demands, but the rational side of him was begging for him to call it.

Eddie moved in front of you, heavy footsteps shaking the trailer until he stood in front of you, blocking your view from the TV. "Move, Eddie," You snap, glaring up at him.

Eddie put his hands on his hips, bristling gaze burning down onto you. You snarled in response, lip pursing in annoyance. "Move, Eddie, fuck, I can't see." You huffed at him. "I can't see. God, you're so annoying."

"Really?" Eddie raised a brow down at you, challenging. He was fed up, irritated with you too. "This is how you're going to play?"

You squinted, challenging at him. Eddie's tongue rolled over the side of his cheek, nodding slowly. "Holy shit, Eddie, can you just move?" You snapped, throwing your arms out. "God, you're so full of yourself all the time. All the attention has to be on you at all times, I swear, fuck. You're just being a dick now-"

You didn't get to finish your little rant. Eddie moved, just how you asked, sitting next to you on the couch. Thighs spread over the cushions, his hands gripped your wrists. Your eyes widened in realization, before you were yanked over his knee with a light oomph! and a bounce of your upper half dangling onto the ground.

Eddie didn't let you adjust, barely giving you time to steady yourself before your robe was thrown up, pajama short pulled down. His mouth watered, erection growing against your hip at the sight. The fading lines of the cane still striping over your ass, healing but still apparent. Your slippered feet kicked in the air in protest, pink and hard soled, catching Eddie's attention. He smirked to himself, free hand grabbing your wiggling ankle, pulling your leg close before plucking the slipper off your foot.

You stilled for a moment in realization, frantically squirming to look over your shoulder. "Wait, Eddie, I-"

A resounding slap, loud and clapping against your flesh cut you off, filling the room. You gasped, the sting of the slipper was shocking. A itchy burn that stung worse than the cane or the crop, one that you just wanted to reach back and rub the irritation out.

Eddie brought the slipper back down again, tongue poked out in concentration. You whimpered, pushing off the ground in protest, only for his heavy hand to press into your shoulder blades.

"You want to be mean?" Eddie snapped, the slipper falling on your already tender ass. "You want to be a little brat to me? Not follow my rules?" You howled when he brought the slipper down again, lifting at the sting of the slipper.

"That's fine, baby, I'll just remind you want happens to mean girls, bad girls." Eddie sneered.

He brought the slipper down fast and hard, peppering smacks that covered every inch of your cheeks. You squirmed, pleading and fighting against him while he held you in place. The burn was unimaginable, so uncomfortable- you couldn't understand why it made you throb the way you did. You were certain with every snap of the slipper, sending vibrating shocks to your core, that you'd cum before it was over.

Eddie's put the slipper on your robe clad back, admiring the red, splotchy glow of the globes of your ass. He licked his lips, fingertips tracing of the hot skin. He dipped low, towards your core, feeling your soaking spend that coated your thighs, smirking when you whined.

Eddie reached to your hair, fingers threading through your locks before pulling you up. You cried out, back arching on his lap. "You gonna keep being mean to me?" Eddie growled, lips brushing against the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

He could see the wet streaks of tears down your face, the sniffling and pouting lips made his cock lurch in his pajama pants. He regretted not wearing boxers for a moment, sure you could feel his hard cock pressed against you.

"I won't be mean anymore." Your bottom lip wobbled, looking over at him. Eddie's hand loosened in your hair. "'M sorry I was mean to you and broke your rules. I won't do it anymore."

Eddie's face softened, shoulder dropping in relief. You sniffled hard before he could answer, turning to face him fully, teary eyes meeting his. "P-Please don't ignore me anymore." You begged, lip wobbling. "I'll be good."

Eddie let his hand drop from your hair, moving to pull you up onto his lap. "Baby," Eddie cooed, hand cupping your cheek. "Did you not like how we've been playing for the past few days?"

Your breath stuttered under the cry, head shaking when you met his big, brown eyes. "I don't like it when you ignore me." You admitted, wiping your eyes with the heels of your hand. "I didn't like it when you'd cum and then-then just leave. I felt...used." You admitted, looking down at your fingers, nervously playing with the tie of your robe.

Eddie's fingers moved under your chin, eyes dropping in hurt. "Why didn't you tell me? Or safe word?" He asked gently.

"I didn't know I could." You admitted bashfully. "We weren't, like, doing heavy stuff so I-I thought I just had to."

"Baby," Eddie said firmly, brows knitting sternly at you. "You can safe word anytime you want. If you don't like something, safe word and tell me. It's only ok if we're both having fun. If we're both consenting to it, right?"

You nodded gently. Eddie leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your salty, wet cheeks. "Good girl." He smiled sweetly at you. "Thank you for telling me, ok? We won't do that again."

You gave a soft smile, moving to press your lips against his. Eddie kissed you sweetly, no dominance or hard kisses. It was sweet and long, lips moving against yours like in the morning when he was leaving for work, getting every last taste of you on his tongue to last him through the day.

Eddie's hands moved down your hips, to your bare center. Your pajama shorts had long been kicked onto the floor, leaving you exposed to him. Eddie slipped his fingers between you, running his calloused fingertips through your slick folds. You moaned into his mouth, eyes pinching closed, melting into his touch.

Pulling apart with a gasp, your forehead rested on his, looking down between the two of you. You watched Eddie work you, lazily circling your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure that had your tummy clenching.

"Let me take care of you, alright?" Eddie muttered, trailing kisses down your cheek. His breath ghosted over the wet skin, leaving you shivering. "Won't do that shit again. 'S been miserable to me to." Eddie admitted lowly into your skin.

You giggled lightly, airy and followed by a content sigh. "Please don't." You muttered, letting your head drop to his shoulder. "Missed you too much."

Eddie more than made it up to you. He let your come undone on his fingers, his tongue, before finally splitting you open with his cock. Fucking your hard with your legs held up in the air, leaving you gripping the worn material of the couch. He snapped his hips against you until he was spilling deep inside of you. The toast and coffee running cold on the table. Not that either of your minded.

Hello! May I request a smutty Drabble for Eddie Munson with grinding and master please??

Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Prompt: Grinding and 'Master'

Summary: Eddie grinds on you. That's basically it.

Content Warnings: 18+!! Smut!!! Reader is afab and reffered to as 'girl'. Grinding. Use of 'Master'. No penetration. Both Eddie and reader orgasm. Use of petnames 'sweetheart', 'baby'. Praise. Slight dom!Eddie.

This is a short smut drabble for my Smut Signoff: May event! Though, this ended up being a lot longer than a drabble!!!

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“Fuck- Lay back baby.”

A usual Friday night, you’d once again found yourself wrapped around your boyfriend, arms and tongues intertwined as you indulged in foreplay. Both of you overstimulated and sensitive, you’d been tending to each other for the last thirty minutes, taking your sweet time exploring each other’s needy bodies. His thumb on your clit, and your hand wrapped around his aching cock, it was obvious what was coming next.

“Yes Master.” Pliant to his instruction, you lay back on Eddie’s soft sheets as he clambered on top of you, hovering above your form as he leaned down for a wet, sloppy kiss. Moaning into his lips, you felt the tip of his length prod at your entrance, breathing hitched to brace yourself. Though, the push into your walls never came, his cock instead sliding up through your dripping folds, over your swollen clit. A gasp caught in your throat at the feeling, Eddie similarly groaning at this newfound pleasure.

Rolling his hips once more, he again brushed your bundle of nerves with his large length, both of you moaning in unison at the friction, at the relief. Locking his hazel eyes with yours, they were shimmering with need as he continued to grind on you, faster now. It seemed together you had discovered a new delight, the metalhead pent up as his foreskin rolled back with each thrust.

His mouth finding yours again in a wanting kiss, fresh slick coated both you and Eddie as you clenched your core instinctively, chasing your high with each pass over your clit. He sounded a wrecked groan as he slid through your wetness, lubricating his cock through your folds with each roll of his hips, his cock gliding effortlessly. “O-Oh fuck, so wet for me sweetheart.” He praised, his forehead lovingly pressed against yours.

It was clear Eddie was getting close, from his irregular movements and breathing alike. In sync with your boyfriend, a familiar pressure began to build in your abdomen, a sign that your climax was similarly looming as he fucked himself against your clit. “E-Eddie, I-I’m-“ Melting under him, you could only gasp between stutters as you reached your peak.

Though, your words only evoked a low chuckle and a shake of your dominant’s head as he interrupted you. Grasping your chin firmly between his fingers, he forced your eyes on his. “Try again sweetheart.” He tutted, his breath hot against your lips. “What do you call me?”

“Master! Master-" You almost screamed his title, desperate to correct yourself as your growing orgasm continued to creep up on you. “S-So close Master.” You finally spluttered, earning a deep kiss from your boyfriend. “Atta girl…” Smiling fondly as you writhed underneath his cock, he loved seeing you like this, so reactive to every movement, every word.

Squeezing your eyes in anticipation of your release, your moans became more strangled and high pitched as the knot in your abdomen threatened to snap. “I know sweetheart, me t-too.” He rasped, reading you perfectly, eager to cum with you as he wrapped an arm around your thigh, hitching your leg up to gain better access to your clit. Eddie’s moans broken and desire-filled, his desperate hues never wavered from your own. “’M gonna cum, fuck- gonna shoot my load all over this pretty pussy-"

Fingernails digging into his bare back, you reached your high with a loud cry, each rut against your clit sending shockwaves through you. Sounding a drawn-out groan in time with yours, Eddie stilled, warm ropes of cum painting your folds and torso, just as he intended.

Collapsing on the bed beside you, the hoarse rise and fall of Eddie’s chest filled the comfortable silence as you both caught your breath, a combination of both your climax’s tacky over your skin. Cupping your face, he kissed you passionately, knowingly, before you once again found yourself tangled in a heated embrace, eager for another round. Rolling on top of him, you hovered above his erection, fresh arousal already coating your needy clit. You could only smirk as your Master looked up at you with dazed eyes as you began to grind on his length; now it was your turn to be on top.

Only Lonely

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Rumors about Eddie Munson have run rampant as long as you can remember. You’ve crossed paths only briefly, but maybe the notorious freak of Hawkins isn’t as bad as you’ve come to believe.

Word Count: 12.5k+ (sorry that I exist well beyond the clutches of brevity)

Warnings: Explicit content (18+ only). Mentions of past bullying. Implied abuse. Mentions of drugs & drug use (marijuana). Consumption of alcohol. Shameless use of the italicized ‘oh’. Sex dreams. Dry humping. Unprotected vaginal sex. Creampie.

A/N: This little brainworm is for my baby, @sweetdreamsbuck​. I offer you the most humble gift of my very first Edward McMunson fic. <3 No better way to officially return from my hiatus than with this mess…for which I will be taking absolutely no responsibility or criticism at this time, thanks! 

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post-modern, so satanic —> eddie munson x f!reader

summary: you and eddie have been dating for a while, and he notices your interest in his handcuffs. it turns out you really, really like it when he’s mean & scary.

word count: 9.1k

warnings: SMUT (18+, MINORS DNI), no use of y/n, dom/sub dynamics, dom!eddie, mean dom!eddie, sadist eddie, sub!reader, afab reader, dirty talk, degradation (eddie calls r a slut, whore, and toy), oral (m and f receiving) p in v sex, safe sex, face-fucking, handcuffs, traffic light system (r calls yellow at one point), biting, fingering, spanking, choking (ish), discussion of knife kink, orgasm delay/denial, overstimulation, possessiveness as a kink, dacryphilia, eddie’s a mean dom but he and r are still so in love

author’s note:  first, this is in the same universe as “no take-backsies,” though you definitely don’t have to read that for this to make sense. also, just because the reader is afab here doesn’t mean that’s the case in no take-backsies. second, the handcuffs in eddie’s room DEFINITELY would not be good to use in bed, but hey! it’s fiction and i can do what i want. third, eddie saying “babydoll” is something that can be SO personal.

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“What’re you looking at, babydoll?” Eddie asks, voice oozing trouble.

You jerk your gaze back to him, face going hot at being caught. It’s a lazy afternoon; you’ve been sprawled out on Eddie’s sheets for almost an hour as he idly runs through riffs on his guitar. You had been reading, but in the past few minutes your eyes have kept drifting to the handcuffs hanging on his wall. They aren’t new—you’ve been cracking jokes about them since before the two of you got together, hoping that if you teased him about them, you could disguise just how much they interested you. Because they do interest you. Hence why you can’t stop glancing at them.

Eddie waves to get your attention, and you feel your face go hotter, if that’s even possible. “Hellooo,” he sing-songs. “You wanna answer me?”

“I’m not looking at anything,” you lie blatantly, partly out of embarrassment and partly just to see what he’ll do.

“You sure?” He sets his guitar aside, rings clicking against the neck. “Because it sure looked like you couldn’t keep your eyes off my cuffs.”

“That’s not—” You choke on your own words, spluttering as he shakes his hair to peer at you from beneath his bangs, dark eyes glinting. “I wasn’t,” you insist, your voice pitching high with your deception, but when he reaches for you with large hands, you’re happy to be tugged forward by his fingers gripping your thighs. You jolt at the sensation of his rings against your flesh and he soothes you with kneading fingertips and a murmured (and very amused) sorry.

“No?” He asks, tapping at your thigh until you get the message and climb into his lap, palms skimming up to your hips.

“I wasn’t,” you repeat. You have to bite down on your lip to suppress your smile at your own awful lie, knowing that he knows you’re full of bullshit.

“She wasn’t,” Eddie says to no-one in particular, then focuses back on you. “Well, uh—can I be honest here, sweetheart? I’ve always imagined what you’d look like in them.”

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i have request for perv!bestfriend!eddie x innocent!reader who has an oral fixation:

reader and eddie are hanging out as usual and reader’s oral fixation starts getting bad. eddie notices it and helps her out.

(sorry if this isn’t a lot to go off of, this idea came into my head and i had to request it immediately)💖💖

to request • E.M. Masterlist • main masterlist

Swollen Lips

perv!bestfriend!Eddie Munson x innocent!reader

warnings: smut, pet names, some dark themes, oral fixation (explicit warnings below the cut)

chapter summary; you’re hanging out with your best friend Eddie and you’ve got an oral fixation, instead of letting you chew on your lip or nails, he takes matters into his own hands and helps you out <3

wordcount: 2.2k

explicit warnings: oral (m receiving), finger sucking, coercion, ball sucking, cum play? Eddie’s such a pervert guys.

Thank you for requesting!! I love writing requests so much

“Quit it.” Eddie’s voice was soft, faux annoyance as he slapped your hand away from your mouth, saving the nail of your thumb from being bitten until it bled.

Your hand dropped to your chest and found the pendant on your necklace that Eddie had gotten you for your birthday, you fiddled with that instead of chewing your nail.

Eddie watched you for a moment before returning his attention back to his notebook where he was messily writing out ideas for the next campaign. You sat next to him on his bed, legs thrown over his lap and a book in yours. His room was warm but not uncomfortable, stuffy from having his door closed, Wayne was home today.

You turned a page and read quietly, absentmindedly pulling your bottom lip into your mouth. You soaked the skin with your tongue for a while before you began actually sucking on it.

You let your soft lip drag over your teeth over and over, red and swollen your lip got, warm, only making it more satisfying to lick and bite. You weren’t even paying all that much attention to it until Eddie tsked and pulled your lip from between your teeth with his thumb on your chin.

“Gonna hurt yourself if you don’t knock it off babydoll.” He dragged his thumb over your lip and basked in the way you jutted it out further against his thumb.

“Sorry Eds.” You smiled sweetly and went back to your book. He wasn’t mad or anything, you knew. He was aware that you had a habit of sticking things in your mouth, it wasn’t ever deliberate and he thought it was beyond cute. He loved watching you suck your thumb or countless lollipops. He didn’t love watching you bite your nails raw or chew your lip till you bled, didn’t love watching you put choking hazards and breakable objects in your mouth. Although he thought it was terribly funny when you chewed your pen until blue ink exploded in your mouth.

You rested your head on his shoulder and he hummed softly, deep in his chest. It soothes you, and you didn’t notice yourself bringing the necklace’s charm to your lips. First just pressing the cool metal to your bottom lip, pouting against it.

Eddie hadn’t paid any mind to you yet this time, he’d pull it away from your mouth once he noticed, you knew. You tried staying like that, metal on the outside of your mouth rather than inside. But like it was against your will, your lips closed over the chain and your tongue rolled against the metal that was heating up from your spit.

You hummed, very content, the sound got Eddie’s attention. He looked at you with a raised brow and suddenly rolled his eyes. He hooked his left arm behind you, under your arm and pulled your necklace from your mouth, replacing it with his index and middle finger.

You were surprised a moment, looking up at him just to see he looked completely normal, so you decided it was normal and gently placed a hand on his wrist, holding him there steady and nuzzled your head into his shoulder.

His writing became even sloppier. His fingers were just resting in your mouth, heavy against your tongue. But it was enough. Warm and wet. And you had no idea that it was distracting him in the way it was, and that made it even hotter to him.

He adjusted to it after a bit, continued writing as normal. Then you had to go and shut his brain down again. Lips pressing against the bases of his fingers, tongue rolling slightly before it flattened against them. He watched your face now as your cheeks hollowed out and his breath got stuck in his throat.

He pulled his fingers back just slightly before returning them to your tongue. He pulled them back again, but this time you sucked them back, cheeks hollowing further and tongue holding him tight.

He exhaled shakily, notebook and the campaign being brought to life inside of it were forgotten beside him. He switched hands, pulling his left from your mouth and holding your neck with it instead, damp fingers dancing across the column of your throat. He watched the goosebumps cover your skin as the room’s air cooled your spit.

He didn’t waste time pressing the index and middle fingers of his right hand into your mouth, all the way until your pillow lips rested just above his knuckles. You didn’t mind, even as he could feel the slope of your tongue leading back and down your throat.

He let his hand get comfortable, thumb pressing into your jaw, pinky and marriage finger holding your face, you let him. This wasn’t just for you anymore he’d decided.

You couldn’t read your book anymore, his arm in the way and his hands taking control of how much your head could move or look around. He moved your book away for you, he was so sweet to you, so kind. He moved his legs so that yours would shift down, slide up until they were resting over his crotch. You didn’t notice the bulge in his jeans, you didn’t feel his hardened cock pressing against the backs of your thighs.

He was hot. What kind of idiot wears a black long sleeve shirt and baggy jeans in the middle of summer. What kind of idiot shoves his fingers in a mouth of which he’s jerked off to the thought of countless times. The mouth of a girl he’d been obsessed with for ages but swore to himself he’d never give into his perverse temptations.

He didn’t feel guilty. He knew what he was doing, and he knew that you didn’t know what he was doing. He probably should’ve felt some guilt, but he didn’t. He’d reflect on that later.

He slowly thrusted his fingers in and out of your mouth, watching the way you took it peacefully, head resting against his fingers holding you up. You sucked his fingers into your mouth and whined softly, contentedly, but the sound almost made him bust in his jeans.

He knew you’d like head. If you knew what head was, you’d love to give it. He’d figured that about you for ages. He thought about it a lot, you giving head. you giving him head.

Eddie, don’t. “Baby?” His voice almost shook. You hummed in question around his fingers and he felt the vibration in his wrist. He wanted it to be his cock. “How ‘bout you suck on somethin’ else, hm? Fingers are gonna get pruny real soon.” He laughed softly to cover up him almost moaning when you let his fingers go with a wet pop of your lips.

“Like what?” You looked up at him with your big wet eyes, pouty wet lips, face still resting against his hand.

He struggled to find the words, his hand fell to your thigh and squeezed. “Need you to move pretty girl, lay between my legs okay? On your tummy?” He spoke and you didn’t respond, not verbally. He almost groaned, watching you wordlessly comply, immediately moving to lay on your stomach between his thighs just like he asked. His girl, always so willing to please.

He palmed his bulge through his jeans, and you watched curiously. He loved the look on your face, wonder and curiosity, no timidness or arousal, this face he loved and molested himself to ritualistically.

He messed with his belt distractedly and unzipped his jeans, pushing them along with his boxers down past his balls. His stomach tensed when you tensed, flinching at the sight of his aching dick springing up to life.

His tip was pink and swollen, only a few inches away from your intrigued eyes. His long fingers curled around the base of his shaft, holding his cock steady. He hadn’t even gotten to say anything to you before you were wrapping your bitten lips around his head, tongue flitting against his slit.

You hummed at the taste and he groaned at both the sight and feeling. You gasped softly and pulled back wide eyes meeting his blown out ones. “Did I hurt you?” You asked with a tilt of your head, voice already filling with guilt.

He shook his head, “No, no baby.” His hand cupping your face gently, swiping a thumb over your cheek. “It just felt so good.” You watched him swallow nothing and he laced his hand in your hair, gently guiding you back. “You can keep going baby.”

Happily, you complied. Continuing on, taking his tip back into your mouth. It rested on your tongue heavier than his fingers had, you loved it. You loved the sweet, salty taste that graced your tongue as you sucker softly.

He avoided making too much noise or moving too much, he didn’t want to startle you again. But as you got more comfortable, so did he. Soft sighs falling from his mouth that made you feel a way you couldn’t understand. You hummed again around him and he couldn’t help himself, his hand tightened in your hair and his hips pushed up, forcing you to take more of his cock in your mouth.

Relaxing your throat, he pushed in a little further until you rested your hand on his thigh, a silent signal to slow down. He complied, petting your hair and whimpering softly under his breath.

Hollowing your cheeks around him, you got more used to the weight of him in your mouth, flicking your tongue over the underside of his head, having him push his hips lightly, slowly thrusting in and out of your mouth.

He was in heaven, your warm, wet, beautiful mouth around his cock, happily taking him almost all the way without a care in the world. He knew you didn’t understand the sexual nature of what you were doing, but that fact almost made it better for him. His stomach ached with flaming arousal and his toes curled behind you, hand twitching in your hair.

You swallowed around him and his hips bucked slightly, a loud gasp that broke into a whimper and he threw his head back against his pillows. He was about to cum in your mouth. “F-fuck.” He gasped as you pulled your mouth off of him, wet lips still pressed against the underside of his shaft, a loose kiss.

He took his dick in his hand, jerking it slowly. He couldn’t believe you edged him, of course you hadn’t meant to, but still it stole his breath and thoughts. “It feels good?” You asked and he nodded quickly. “This is my first time that I’ve ever seen one.” You blushed, watching him. He already knew that. He didn’t get to respond to you before you were asking another question. “Have you shown other people before?” You asked and his cock jumped in his hand. His sweet and innocent girl asking questions about the dirty things he’s done.

“Yeah, I have.” His voice was shaky, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. He didn’t miss the way you pouted, it made his stomach churn with heat. The pout wasn’t there long before you got distracted again. He’d expected another question from you.

Instead, you lowered your head and slotted your open wet mouth over his balls, sucking one of them gently into your mouth.

“Fuck! Feels good- shit, good girl.” He moaned loudly, reminding himself that Wayne was home and he had to shut up as he jerked his dick faster, an orgasm hurtling toward him.

He wasn’t sure when him helping you with your habit turned into you helping him cum, but he didn’t mind as he felt his cock throb between his fingers.

“Shit- s’good babydoll shit-” he groaned and his hips shook, you hummed in satisfaction, thrilled by the praise. It sent shocks of vibrations that he couldn’t handle and soon he was cumming in his own fist, thick and warm, dripping over his fingers.

His stifled moaning got your attention and you lifted your head in time to watch him cum just inches from your face. It was mesmerizing.

“What’s that?” You asked timidly and he laughed softly as he caught his breath. He made sure it was all on his hand before he fixed his jeans, grabbing your arm with his clean hand and pulling you up to him so you’d sit back in his lap like you had before.

“It’s cum baby, means you made me feel really, really good.” He kissed your temple. And you pulled his wrist up closer to you, looking at it closely.

He desperately wanted to go clean his hand, but more than that, he wanted to have his cum in your mouth. His heart beat heavily against his chest. “D’you wanna taste it?” He asked and you were nodding before he finished speaking.

He grinned crookedly and pressed two fingers wet with cum past your swollen lips. You hummed and sucked it off his fingers, head lolling against his shoulder.

He kissed the crown of your head. “See? ‘S all better now, huh.” He spoke, to himself as well as you, holding you adoringly against his chest. He didn’t understand what happened, how he got you with his cock down your throat, but in no way was he complaining.

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What happens when the dilf you're trying to hit on is actually a father

Inked (Eddie x Reader x Punk!Steve) [18+]

Summary: tattoos hurt. thankfully your artist is chill about the way you distract yourself from the pain.

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, oral (fem receiving), vouyerism, exhibitionism, male masturbation, explicit descriptions of sex and pain

Read Time: 7 mins

This is possibly the most painful thing you've ever felt. It stings, it burns, and the tip of the gun feels like it's digging under your skin and against the bone beneath. Eddie hisses.

"You're holding me too tight, baby."

You look over to where your hand is gripped around his wrist, fingers white as they curl into his flesh. You release your hold and there are little moon-shaped grooves etched in his skin, blooming red and threatening to bleed.

Steve stops tattooing.

You're laying on the bench in his home studio, having offered yourself as a guinea pig to help him practice working on people for his apprenticeship. He's doing a sternum piece for you, sprawled out over your naked chest while Eddie sits on your other side, one hand massaging your breast while the other gets itself impaled by your clawing grip. It hurts way more than you expected it to. You're lightheaded and nauseous, and your whole body is clammy and feverish. You feel like you might faint.

Steve nervously bites his lip, his gloved thumb stroking over some of the excess ink.

"... It looks really good already," he attempts to console you. "Do you need to take a break?"

You close your eyes and take a few deep breaths. Eddie's hand that cups your breast gives it a gentle squeeze, rolling your nipple between two of his fingers. You moan softly, and all at once you're inspired.

You turn to Steve, asking the question before you can psych yourself out.

"Do you mind if Eddie fucks me?"

The men blink at each other, bewildered. Neither of them says anything for a moment.

"Please," you beg. "It hurts so fucking much and I'm already topless. I think it'll help. I don't want to faint."

Steve stares at Eddie, who stares back at Steve. After a tense pause, Steve shrugs.

"Listen, man, if she's cool with it, I'm cool with it. Just don't move her too much."

Eddie looks down at you, his hand moving to stroke through your hair.

"Is that really what you want, sweetheart?"

He sounds concerned, but the brightness in his eyes and the growing stiffness in his jeans give him away. He's eager. Excited. He gets to bring his favorite pornos to life, and all because it was your idea. This is like Christmas.

You nod, giggling softly.

"Yes, Eddie, just do it. Before I change my mind."

He wastes no time, springing up from his chair and positioning himself at the end of the bench, his hands finding the waistband of your leggings and rolling them down. Steve watches, letting out a soft breath when Eddie exposes your hips, your thighs, the luscious patch of pubic hair between your legs. You grin up at him, gently tapping a finger against his chin.

"Stevie," you remind him. "My tattoo."

He gives you a suave, easy smile as he meets your eyes, a feature left over from his time as a high school womanizer. His cheeks are pink, his pupils consuming his pretty brown irises.

"Right," he chuckles. "Sorry."

He starts up the gun again, and Eddie's tongue finds your clit, pressing flat against you as Steve resumes his work on your chest, the needle stabbing its way back into your skin. The pain is eclipsed by the swirling of Eddie's tongue, the pucker of his lips as he dives in and starts sucking. You moan, focusing on the tingling between your thighs.

"That better?" Steve asks, smirking.

You nod.

"Way better."

Eddie grips your thighs, slinging your legs over his shoulders as he laps and sucks at you, the lewd, wet noises echoing off the walls. You can feel your wetness dripping down your buttocks as he works you towards orgasm. He gazes up at you through his lashes, his cock twitching when he doesn't meet your eyes or your breasts but instead sees Steve leaned over you, glancing his way. Eddie grins.

"How much longer, Harrington?" he wonders.

His lips and chin are glossy. Steve swallows heavily.

"About halfway," he answers.

Eddie nods. He stands, making quick work of his button and zipper and freeing his cock, running his shaft teasingly up the length of your pussy. Steve pauses to watch, his mouth slack at the way you coat Eddie's shaft, how easily it glides against you. Eddie grins as he taps the head of his cock against your clit.

"Her pussy's divine, man," he boasts. "Maybe instead of a tip she'll let you have a taste."

He winks at Steve, his hands moving to your hips as he eases inside of you, letting out a quiet moan. His features contort with the pleasure, succumbing to the heat of your slick walls. He starts to thrust, slow and deep, taking care not to shift you at all so Steve has a stable canvas; his palm presses to your stomach for support.

Steve stares, his cock pressing painfully against the leg of his jeans. After a moment he snaps himself out of it and goes back to work, painfully aware of how close he is to your breasts.

You whimper as Eddie fucks you, gripping the sides of the bench to keep yourself still. Eddie's cock pressing deep inside you, Steve's hot breath fanning over your nipple, the depravity of letting him see you naked and vulnerable has you panting, whining, crying for more. The pain of your sternum tattoo is easily forgotten.

Eddie fucks you for half an hour. Steve fills out the lines of your tattoo, then goes back over them again where they're not dark enough, pausing every so often to watch Eddie plow into you. At one point, you reach your hand between Steve's thighs and palm at him, feeling a rush as he bites his lip to keep from moaning. He whispers that you can take him out if you want. You do, and you haphazardly stroke his cock as he finishes the piece, surprisingly concentrated despite rolling his hips into your palm.

When the tattoo is finished, Steve steps away and lets you and Eddie finish as well. He leans against the counter as Eddie bends over you, his mouth latched to your neck as he rails you with unrelenting force until you cum around him, clenching him tightly and moaning as pleasure shakes your body; he follows close behind. You turn your head and watch as Steve touches himself, pulling on his cock until he reaches his own orgasm, spilling creamy ropes all over his stomach, thighs, and the floor. The skin between your legs is soaked.

Eddie helps Steve clean up while you come to your senses, laying on the bench in a dreamy, fucked out haze as Steve dresses your new tattoo and Eddie wipes the residue of sex off of you, himself, and the furniture. When you finally sit up, you look at Steve and laugh breathlessly, thanking him for a good time.

"How much do I owe you?" you ask.

He shakes his head.

"On the house," he says. He grins. "The private show was payment enough."

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One Call | E.M.

Eddie calls you to pick him up from the police station — eddie x fem!hopper!reader fluff

warnings: eddie gets taken to the police station for peeing in the lake lol

words: 0.8k

“Alright, you know the drill. Someone’s gotta pick you up; you get one call.” Your dad told Eddie, even though they had been through this routine before. “Your uncle again?”

Eddie shook his head. “Nah, Wayne’s out of town. Fishing trip with his buddies. He told me not to bother him unless it’s an emergency.”

“This doesn’t qualify as important enough to call?” One of the officers piped up. 

Eddie turned his neck to look at the cop. “Nope. This is just a normal Tuesday for me.”

Your dad held the phone out for your boyfriend. “Well, you got anyone else you can call?”

Eddie held back a mischievous grin, taking the phone. “I have one person I can call, but I don’t think you’re gonna be happy about it.”

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You rushed down to the station as quickly as possible, only making one stop along the way to grab a peace offering from Benny’s. Before going inside, you looked through the window to scan the tone of the building, making sure it was okay to go inside. 

You opened the door and saw Eddie in handcuffs at one of the officers’ desks, twirling a pen with his fingers. Before he got the chance to look up at you, your dad came out from his office looking surprised to see you. 

“Hey, kiddo, what are you doing here?” He asked. 

You held out the take-out bag for him. “I, uh, I brought you lunch.”

“She’s got ulterior motives, Hopper!” Eddie piped up from across the room. You turned and shot him a glare, along with a whispered 'shut up'. 

Your dad looked confused, now starting to understand the food you brought. "What's he talking about?"

There was an awkward silence as you tried to figure out how to word the reason you were really here. 

"Well, Dad, I'm also here to pick Eddie up." 

He dropped the takeout bag on the nearest desk and pointed an accusatory finger at Eddie, who sported a smirk. 

“This punk?” Your dad asked, raising his voice. “You’re friends with this punk?”

Much to your dismay, Eddie spoke up again. “Dating, actually. But I can’t believe it either, Hopper, honestly.”

Even in the tensest of moments, your Eddie still finds a way to flatter you. You wanted to smile and thank him, but then you remembered he was just brought into the police station and hadn’t told you why, so you stopped yourself. 

“Yeah, Dad, I am. And I know that you can’t stop me from bailing him out, so give me the form to sign.”

The officer whose desk Eddie was sitting at handed you a clipboard and a pen so you could sign and say that you would bail him out and keep him out of trouble for the time being. You flashed a cocky smile to your dad and started filling out the blanks. 

Your dad rubbed his forehead like he was tired of everyone around him—which he was. “Don’t give her the clipboard until I’m done scolding her.” He mumbled. 

“You know I brought him in for pissing in Lover’s Lake with his punk friends, right?”

You did not know that. But you weren’t going to let him win this round. 

“Oh, like Lover’s Lake isn’t already full of piss!” You countered.

“Is that really the hill you want to die on?” 

You forcefully handed the completed clipboard to the officer while rolling your eyes. 

“I don’t want to die on any hill, I just want to pick up my boyfriend!”

Eddie gasped happily as the man took off his handcuffs. “She called me her boyfriend.”

You had to admit, it made you happy too. Even though you were mad at everyone in the room, your angry expression morphed into a smile. “I know, it felt good to say.” You then turned back to your dad. “I’m going now. If you have more to say to me, we can talk tonight.”

With that, you and your boyfriend started walking towards the door. He opened it for you and motioned for you to go first. You started to walk out, but shot a glare at Eddie as you walked by. He messed up and he knew it. 

Before Eddie closed the door behind you, your dad shouted one last thing at you. “You know, kid, just ‘cause he’s out of trouble, doesn’t mean you are!”You looked back at him through the doorway. “Oh, believe me, Dad, he’s not out of trouble yet!”

Eddie Munson NSFW&SFW Hcs

CW: NSFW, talk of kinks, PIV, oral(both M&F), fingering

(NSFW below the cut)

HUGE fan of PDA, especially when you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him or when you play with his rings.

Flirts with you and calls you princess, baby, darling, and sweetheart.

Asks you for help on tutoring him which usually leads to other things...

The first time he kissed you he couldn't stop thinking about it for weeks(he wants to do it again but doesn't know how to ask)

Will try to convince you to play D&D with the Hellfire Club and if you say yes it will 100% just lead to you sitting in his lap flirting with him while he gets distracted from the game.

Shows up at your house randomly because he "forgot something" but it's just an excuse for him to hangout with you and cuddle.

Before you, this man was a virgin. So yes, you will have to show him the ropes.

The first time you had sex he couldn't stop moaning and almost came in a matter of minutes because of how good you felt.

Loves all kinds of foreplay but he especially loves making out, grinding and handjobs.

He is also aroused by the idea of you walking in on him masturbating and catching him moaning your name while he pumps his cock.

Favorite position is you riding him because he gets to watch your tits bounce as he thrusts into you.

Is somehow unnaturally horny and constantly has wet dreams about you ever other day.(Will be in absolute heaven if you can match his horniness)

Has no shame and will makeout with you anywhere, movies? 100%, he'd love to, In the bathroom while the Hellfire Club is outside? You got it, At the library studying? Just give him a few minutes and he's ready.

Loves giving you oral so much because of the way you taste, the way you wrap your thighs around his head, the way you pull on his hair a little to roughly and yes, most of the time he ends up getting pussy drunk because of this and accidentally overstimulates you.

When you give him oral it's completely different, everything he was thinking about immediately goes out the door and is replaced with curses and babbling about how much he loves you. When he's about to cum he'll start moaning even louder than before and begins to pull on your hair while pressing his hips into your mouth.

Also plays guitar so don't be surprised when he makes you cum over and over again with just his fingers. Will immediately get an erection if you clean his fingers off afterwards.

Slasher Masterlist

Slashers

Michael Myers

How the slashers met their s/o pt.1 (RZ)

How the slashers met their s/o pt.2 (RZ)

S/o that wants to dress up as the slashers

Michael Myers Fluff

Michael Myers One-shot

Random Slasher Dating Headcannons

Rainy Day Slasher Headcannons

Slasher Cuddling Headcannons

Slashers reacting to “If I was a worm would you still love me.”

Slasher Cold Weather Headcannons

What it would be like living with the slashers

Mornings with the Slashers

Baking with the Slashers

Slashers with an s/o that’s stressed

Slashers reacting to their s/o coming out

Slashers reacting to their s/o playing with their hair

Slashers with an s/o that got a bad haircut

Slashers reacting to horror movies

Slashers with a clingy/overly-affectionate reader

Michael Myers meeting a person who’s the exact opposite of him(Part1)

Michael Myers meeting a person who’s the exact opposite of him(Part 2)

Slashers with an s/o that has a wet dream (NSFW)

With an s/o that gives love bites

How they kiss

Slashers watching movies with their s/o

Michael Myers developing feelings for the reader

Domestic Hcs

How they act when they want your attention

Michael Myers with a non verbal s/o(short)

Their s/o wearing their clothes

Slashers with a Goth Himbo s/o

Random Slasher headcannons

Slasher Movie Preference

Slashers and their kinks

Michael Myers Fluff Imagine

The slashers reacting to you complementing them

Slashers Being Horny Part 1(NSFW)

Slashers reacting to you hugging them

Michael Myers NSFW Alphabet

Slashers with an s/o who is constantly horny

The slashers falling asleep on you

Slasher NSFW Headcannons Pt.3

“Michael Myers reaction to an obedient s/o that suddenly becomes bratty?”(Request)

Slashers getting Jealous

Slashers with an s/o working on an art project

Michael with an s/o that has stuffed animals

Slashers with an s/o having a panic attack

How the slashers would react to the reader giving them a love letter/note

Matchup 1 Matchup 2  Matchup 3(RZ)

Billy Loomis

S/o that wants to dress up as the slashers

Random Slasher Dating Headcannons

Slashers reacting to “If I was a worm would you still love me.”

What it would be like living with slashers

Mornings with the Slashers

Slashers reacting to their s/o playing with their hair

Slashers trying a monster

Slashers with an s/o that got a bad haircut

The Slashers rejecting you

Slashers with an s/o that has a wet dream (NSFW)

How they kiss

How they act when they want your attention

Slashers with a Goth Himbo s/o

Ghostface with an insecure s/o

Random Slasher Headcannons

Slasher Movie Preferences

Slashers and their kinks

The slashers reacting to you complementing them

Slashers reacting to you hugging them

Slashers with a Male!S/o that snorts

Slashers with a quiet S/o

The slashers falling asleep on you

Slashers getting Jealous

How the slashers would react to the reader giving them a love letter/note

Matchup 1 Matchup 2 Matchup 3 Matchup 4 Matchup 5

Stu Macher

Stu Macher with an s/o that despises Ghostface

S/o that wants to dress up as the slashers

Slashers reacting to “If I was a worm would you still love me.”

What it would be like living with the slashers

Random Headcannons

Slashers trying a monster

Slashers with an s/o that got a bad haircut

Mini Headcannon

Slashers with an s/o that wants to pamper them

The Slashers rejecting you

Stu Macher being jealous

Stu Macher rejecting you(Oneshot)

Stu Macher being a dick(Imagine)

How they kiss

How they act when they want your attention

Slashers Movie Preferences 

Slashers and their kinks

The slashers reacting to you complementing them

Stu Macher Angst Oneshot

Stu Macher Fluff Oneshot

Slashers reacting to you hugging them

Slashers with a quiet S/o

Slashers getting Jealous

Slashers with an s/o working on an art project

How the slashers would react to the reader giving them a love letter/note

Matchup 1 Matchup 2 Matchup 3 Matchup 4 Matchup 5 Matchup 6

Poly Ghostface(Billy & Stu)

Poly Ghostface One-shot

Slasher cuddling headcannons

Slasher Cold Weather Headcannons

Poly Ghostface with an s/o that is allergic to water

Baking with the Slashers

Slashers with an s/o that’s stressed

Slashers with a clingy/overly-affectionate reader

With an s/o that gives love bites

Poly Ghostface with an s/o that goes on runs to deal with self harm TW

Slashers with an s/o who is constantly horny

Poly!Ghostface x reader

Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen

Danny Johnson with a deaf writer s/o

Fluff Headcannons B, D, F, K, and M

S/o that wants to dress up as the slashers

Random Slasher Dating Headcannons

Rainy Day Slasher Headcannons

Slasher Cuddling Headcannons Pt.2

S/o with central heterochromia eyes

Slasher Cold Weather Headcannons

What it would be like living with the slashers

The Slashers rejecting you

Danny Johnson being jealous

With an s/o that gives love bites

How they act when they want your attention

Their s/o wearing their clothes

Slashers with a Goth Himbo s/o

Ghostface with an insecure s/o

Slashers Movie Preferences 

Slashers Being Horny Part 1

Slashers reacting to being called your husband

How the slashers would react to the reader giving them a love letter/note

Matchup 1 Matchup 2 Matchup 3 Matchup 4 Matchup 5 Matchup 6 Matchup 7

Hannibal Lecter (TV Show)

Hannibal Lecter with a sweet and motherly s/o

S/o that wants to dress up as the slashers

Slashers reacting to “If I was a worm would you still love me.”

Slasher Cold Weather Headcannons

What it would be like living with the slashers

Baking with the Slashers

Slashers with an s/o that’s stressed

Slashers reacting to their s/o coming out

Slashers trying a monster

Slashers with an s/o that got a bad haircut

Slashers with an s/o that wants to pamper them

Hannibal Lecter with an impulsive and playful s/o

Hannibal Lecter with a clingy s/o

Slashers reacting to horror movies

Hannibal developing a crush on the reader(multiple choice)

With an s/o that gives love bites

Domestic Hcs Part 1

How they kiss

Hannibal Lecter with an s/o who’s family member passed away

Domestic Hcs Part 2

How they act when they want your attention

Slashers with a Goth Himbo s/o

A Dance with Hannibal(Part1)  (Part2)

Slashers Movie Preferences 

Slashers and their kinks

The slashers reacting to you complementing them

The Slashers Being Horny Part 1

Having a Family with Hannibal Headcannons

Slashers with a quiet S/o

Slashers with an s/o who is constantly horny

Hannibal with a Trans Male Reader

Slashers getting Jealous

Hannibal with a reader that likes to be spanked

Slashers reacting to being called your husband

Hannibal Fluff Headcannons

How the slashers would react to the reader giving them a love letter/note

Matchup 1 Matchup 2 Matchup 3 Matchup 4

Brahms Heelshire

How the slashers met their s/o

S/o that wants to dress up as the slashers

Slasher cuddling headcannons

Slashers reacting to “If I was a worm would you still love me.”

S/o with central heterochromia eyes

Slasher Cold Weather Headcannons

What it would be like living with the slashers

Slashers reacting to their s/o coming out

Mornings with the Slashers

Slashers with an s/o that wants to pamper them

With an s/o that gives love bites

How they kiss

Slashers watching movies with their s/o

How they act when they want your attention

Slashers reacting to you hugging them

Slashers with a Male!S/o that snorts

Slashers reacting to being called your husband

Matchup 1 Matchups 2 Matchup 3 Matchup 4 Matchup 5 Matchup 6 Matchup 7

Matchup 8

Amanda Young

Amanda Young with a shy s/o

Platonic Sleepover Headcannons

S/o that wants to dress up as the slashers

Rainy Day Slasher Headcannons

Slasher Cuddling Headcannons Pt.2 

Slasher Cold Weather Headcannons

What it would be like living with the slashers

Headcannons

Amanda with A Very Injured s/o

How they act when they want your attention

NSFW Alphabet

Their s/o wearing their clothes

Slasher with a Goth Himbo s/o

Random Slasher Headcannons

Slashers Movie Preferences 

Lady Slashers with an s/o who likes to be carried!

Slashers with a quiet S/o

Slashers with an s/o who is constantly horny

Lady slashers lifting up small s/o

Bo Sinclair

Slasher Cold Weather Headcannons

Bo Sinclair Imagine

Bo Sinclair with an s/o that goes on runs to deal with self harm TW

Mornings with the Slashers

Baking with the Slashers

Slashers with an s/o that’s stressed

Slashers reacting to their s/o playing with their hair

Slashers with an s/o that has a wet dream (NSFW)

Domestic Hcs

Random Slasher Headcannons

Slashers with a Male!S/o that snorts

The slashers falling asleep on you

Slasher NSFW Headcannons Pt.3

Slashers getting Jealous

Slashers reacting to being called your husband

Slashers with an s/o having a panic attack

Matchup 1

Vincent Sinclair

Fluff Headcannons

Otis Driftwood

Slashers reacting to horror movies

Slashers watching movies with their s/o

Slashers Movie Preferences

Lost Boys

Michael Emerson

How they act when they want attention

The slashers falling asleep on you

Slashers with an s/o working on an art project

Matchup 1

David

The slashers falling asleep on you

Matchup 1

Patrick Bateman

A Date with Patrick Bateman

Slashers reacting to you hugging them

Slashers with an s/o who is constantly horny

The slashers falling asleep on you

Slasher NSFW Headcannons Pt.3

NSFW Alphabet

Slashers with an s/o having as panic attack

Matchup 1

Jason Voorhees

S/o with pubic hair

Billy Lenz

S/o with pubic hair

Slashers with an s/o who is constantly horny

Asa Emory

Horny Headcannons

DBD Content

(This is just for now, but I’d like to add more people)

The Huntress

Reaction to their daughter being a survivor

Reaction to a new killer who is a child

DBD Killers with a killer s/o

With an s/o that gives love bites

The slashers reacting to you complementing them

Horny Headcannons

Fluff Headcannons

The Huntress with a Female!S/o who gives gifts

Lady Slashers with an s/o who likes to be carried!

The slashers falling asleep on you

The Huntress Meeting Your Parents

The Shape

Reaction to their daughter being a survivor

DBD Killers with a killer s/o

The Legion

Reaction to new killer who is a child

Random Headcannons

DBD Killers trying a monster

Frank Morrison One-shot 

Frank Morrison rejecting you

Frank Morrison being jealous

Frank Morrison with an s/o that gives love bites

Frank Morrison x Fem!Reader Pt.1

The Ghostface

Reaction to their daughter being a survivor

DBD Killers trying a monster

DBD Killers with a killer s/o

The Ghostface x fem!Reader

Male!Reader Smut 

The Nurse

Fluffy Headcannons A,C,E,K,Y

The Spirit

The Trapper

The Pig

The Executioner (Pyramid Head)

Headcannons 

With an s/o that gives love bites

NSFW Pyramid Head X Fem!Reader

The Blight

Random Fluffy Headcannons

The Trickster

Ji-Woon with a male s/o

The Plague

Horny Headcannons

Lady Slashers lifting up small s/o

Non-Slasher Content

Hellboy

Hellboy

S/o that wants to dress up as them

Valentine’s Day headcannons and Extra Headcannons

S/o with central heterochromia eyes

S/o that ran away from home

Hellboy with an clingy-overly-affectionate reader

With an s/o that gives love bites

How they act when they want your attention

Cuddling Imagine/Oneshot

Hellboy NSFW Alphabet

Matchup 1 Matchup 2 Matchup 3

Abe Sapien

Abe Sapien x OC!Reader

Resident Evil

Heisenberg

Headcannons

With an s/o that gives love bites

Heisenberg with a tall s/o

Slashers with an s/o working on an art project

Smut Headcannons

Lady Dimitrescu

Female s/o headcannons

With an s/o that gives love bites

How they act when they want your attention

Random Slasher Headcannons

Their kinks

The slashers reacting to you complementing them

Lady Dimitrescu with an Injured s/o

Lady Slashers with an s/o who likes to be carried!

Horny Headcannons

Lady Dimitrescu NSFW Oneshot

Lady Slashers lifting up small s/o

Slashers with an s/o having a panic attack

Carlos Oliveira

How they act when they want your attention

Their s/o wearing their clothes

Carlos Oliveira with a serious s/o

Their kinks

Smut Headcannons

Leon Kennedy

Matchup 1

Interview with a Vampire

Lestat

Slashers Movie Preferences

Louis

Slashers Movie Preferences

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

SFW&NSFW Headcannons

Giving Eddie a Blowjob

Eddie Munson Comforting You

Eddie with Witch!Reader

hey lovely could you do an jace nsfw alphabet? i dont think ive seen one for him. i love your writing your the best! ❤️

of course!!! i remember seeing one a while ago, i'm not sure where it's gone!! but of course i had to do it anyway cos i love these!! :)

Jace (Wayland? Herondale? Morgenstern? Lightwood??) NSFW Alphabet!

warnings: NSFW!! it's in the name!!

notes: sorry for not posting much lately, i've been too busy learning how to edit because I'VE MADE A JAMIE TIKTOK!!! i haven't posted anything yet but if you want to follow me this is my account :) anyways...

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He usually doesn’t care for it, but you’re the exception. He would make sure he takes care of you in every way he can, especially if he has been rough with you. He’d clean you up before he brings you a glass of water and the two of you would either just cuddle on his bed or he would run a bath for you. In the beginning of your relationship, he wasn’t sure what aftercare was really about, or how it worked, but he knew he wanted to make sure you were okay after sex, and he knew he didn’t want you to leave as soon as you had both finished. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite body part of his own is definitely his hands. I mean come on, they’re beautiful. Although they’d carry many scars from fights and other marks, he loved the way they looked on your body, especially as his hands are rather big. Of course he’d love to see his hands caressing your hips, pulling you closer to him, and around your neck, but he also just loved the way it looked when you would hold hands, and when he could compare your hand sizes and he would make fun of how small yours looked in comparison to his. 

His favourite body part of yours… he would say your face and argue about how that it is technically a part of your body. He loves placing kisses on your cheeks, your forehead, your nose and especially your lips. He loves the colour of your eyes and how they seem to darken when he knows you’re needy. But if he had to choose an actual body part he would say your neck as he loves to leave bruises there with his mouth and he very much enjoys the sounds you make when he finds that one particular spot. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves to cum inside you, you could go as far as saying he perhaps has a breeding kink? But he’s never really thought that far ahead. He just loves the thought of you being full up with him in as many ways as possible, knowing that even when he’s not fucking you, part of him is still inside you. This also applies to when you give him blowjobs, most of the time he makes sure you’ve swallowed every last drop, unless he’s feeling a bit more adventurous, which then he’d cum on your face. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I don’t know if it’s really a dirty secret but he liked you for a while before the two of you began dating, and he once accidentally walked into you in the shower. It took everything in him to hold back and walk away, he wanted to wait for you to get out, tell you how he felt and fuck you so hard youd forget your name. But he held back another week, but he didn’t leave your room without a pair of your underwear. After that night, he spent the rest of the week hooking up with random girls and imagining they were you as he fucked them, but no matter how hard he tried, he knew they just weren’t you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

OH HE IS EXPERIENCED AND YOU KNOW IT!!! He knows exactly what to do in the bedroom, and he knows exactly what you like and what brings you to the edge quicker than you could say his name. Whenever you want to try something new in the bedroom, it’s likely that he’s already familiar with it. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He doesn’t like to admit it as it makes him seem “too vanilla” but he loves missionary with you. He loves watching your face as he fucks you and your eyes roll back. He loves being able to run his hands over your body and lift your hips up to his. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It can go both ways, for example if he’s had a bad day he’d rather be more serious in the moment, but if you two had just come home from a party and you were both drunk, there would be a lot more giggling involved. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He likes to keep it clean and tidy down there, shaving every couple of weeks as he prefers how it looks. Although, if he weren't to shave the hair he grows is quite light and so isn’t very noticeable when it begins to grow out. 

And when it comes to you, he believes it’s your body and your choice. Hair is natural, and nothing to be ashamed of! 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Oh Jace is such a romantic when it comes to you. He’ll hold you close as he fucks you and whisper things in your ear, telling you how beautiful you are and how he’s never loved someone as much as he loves you. But this can also change when you want him to be rough, he can be very dominant, shoving your face into the pillows, calling you degrading names that makes you even wetter than he imagined possible. But deep down, he’s a romantic. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’d masturbate almost every night before you and him got together. Now, he doesn’t really have a need to. But sometimes when you’re away or when he’s in the shower and thinking about you, he’ll get off to the thought of you. Sometimes when he’s finished he’d feel guilty for doing this, but in the moment he’s too horny to even think straight. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Should I make a list? I’ll make a list. 

Edging

Orgasm control

Hair pulling

Choking and breath play

Handcuffs 

Spanking 

Breeding 

Daddy kink 

Cockwarming 

Thigh riding 

Spitting

Degrading

I could go on and on about this but I’ll stop here. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His bedroom, your bedroom and the bathroom. He likes to know you’re comfortable and there’s not a risk of being caught. He doesn’t like the thought of anyone seeing you the way he sees you, he doesn't want anyone hearing the noises you make as they’re all for him! He even made you rush back to his room from the greenhouse when you made him hard from sitting on his lap. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The way you look at him when you’re needy. He would have to hold back from taking you over the kitchen table if you were to give him that look during breakfast. But also when you would surprise him with new lingerie. When you walk from your room to his in your robe with nothing but a lingerie set on underneath… prepare to not be able to walk in the morning. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

The thought of having a threesome isn’t something he likes. As I’ve mentioned, whilst dating Jace you are his and only his. He doesn’t like the thought of another man touching your body, and equally you don’t like the thought of Jace fucking anyone else. So that’s something that’s off the table, at least for the moment. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

HE LOVES TO GIVE ORAL. Jace is the king of giving head. He knows exactly what to do and just how you like it. He could spend the rest of his life between your thighs, quite happily. Even if neither of you have the time or the energy for sex, he will still go down on you like a starving man. He loves to give <3

He also loves receiving, as any guy would. He loves when you drop to your knees in front of him and take him down your throat. However, he will always prefer to give. What a gentleman. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It all depends on the mood and the moment. If you had a heated argument and you ended up pushed against the wall with his tongue down your throat then you’d expect it to be rough and fast. But if you’d just come home from a date then he’d carry you to the bed, take his time with you and show you how much you really mean to him. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If either of you need to do it, then you need to do it! However, it doesn’t happen very often as he’d rather take his time. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

If you’re comfortable with it! He doesn’t want to put you in a situation where you don’t feel safe or comfortable

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Oh he could last all night and all day if you asked him to. He’s trained all his life so he has stamina, and he definitely shows it off in the bedroom. You’d be a drooling wreck beneath him before he’s even begun to sweat. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own any, but he surprised you with a vibrator for your birthday one year and he loves to use it on you, or to watch you use it on yourself. He would happily experiment with more if you were to ask him. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease. He’d place his hand on your thigh at the most inconvenient times and begin to move it upwards. You’d swat him away but it would only encourage him to tease you more. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not very loud, but he’ll definitely moan your name and let out low groans as his hips roll against yours. He tries to keep quiet so the others don't hear him but if you're both home alone then... ;)

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Jace lost his virginity in the greenhouse with a girl he only dated for a few days. He had been very cocky and told her he’d fucked loads of girls before and then when it finally came to the act he wasn’t too sure what to do and when she left he was feeling quite embarrassed, but thankfully she ended up moving away so he never had to see her again. He didn’t have sex for 6 months after that, and he even read a few books on how to improve in the bedroom, as he never wanted to feel that same shame again (and he never did!)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s definitely hiding at least 7 inches down there, his cock would be the biggest you’ve taken and it’s very satisfying ;)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s horny all the damn time. You could literally just breathe and he’d be turned on. He’s always had access to sex whenever he wanted it, being as stunningly attractive as he is, and girls would throw themselves at him so he’s never really had to suppress the feelings before and control himself until he met you. You can even tell when he has to hold himself back from crashing his lips into yours and taking you on the bathroom sink. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He could fall asleep quite quickly after he finishes, but he makes sure you’re looked after first. When he’s certain that you’re happy and comfortable, he can fall asleep with you in his arms <3

HC that eddie picked up sewing after his mom ;v;

Proud of you, Eddie

Wayne makes time to attend Eddie's first gig at the hideout. He hasn't stopped making time since...

My Stranger Things Art |  The Munsons

The Munsons

After school Wayne and Eddie would hang out at the trailer park tables. Little Eddie doing his homework, while Wayne has his coffee before he heads off to work.For Wayne, this is his favorite and most precious part of the day. That hat collection in the trailer is 100% Wayne’s, and the mugs too. Some are merch from places or events he visited, and the rest of them are from Eddie who gives him a new mug every Father’s Day.

My Stranger Things Art