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Eddie Munson is the type of person that would make eye contact with you and nod his head along when you're speaking amongst a group of people and they've stopped listening to you.

Eddie Munson is the type to say, "Hey, you were saying?" when you're interrupted.

Eddie Munson is the type who would make you feel included and seen because he knows what it's like to be left out.

Eddie Munson is the type who would never let you walk behind or on the road when there's not enough space on the sidewalk for more than two people. He's linking hands with everyone and moving in a line! Or everyone's walking on the road, bitch!

#eddie munson #i wish he was real #I need a friend Like him 😔

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I just want eddie to rail me from behind in front of a mirror, bunch my hair in his fist, yank my head up, and force me to watch myself being mercilessly pounded, all while says “see that, princess? see how beautiful you are, taking my dick like this?”

#eddie munson #fuck 🫠

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Eddie carrying you to the shower for cute aftercare after intense sex that just turns into slow and gentle sex 🥺

Go Slowly - Eddie Munson x Reader Smut

God I just know that no matter how rough things got, Eddie would always take care of you. I didn’t write it as him carrying you because I’m fat and can’t relate haha. This is just a quick one! Roughly 1k

Warnings: 18+ mentions of bondage and rough sex, shower sex. Smut directly under the cut.

The distant sound of running water hitting tile snapped you from your daze, and you squirmed slightly, the sheets beneath you damp and ruckled.

“There she is,” Eddie crooned, removing the metal cuffs from your wrists and pressing his lips gently to the reddened skin that chafed there. “Atta girl, can you stand for me?”

He was naked and leaning over you, careful not to crowd you, and a thin sheen of sweat illuminated his skin. You lifted yourself up on your elbows and swung your legs off the bed, trembling with effort as you put weight onto them. He steadied you with a strong arm at your waist.

“Shit, really did a number on you, huh?” He smiled, tilting his chin downwards to place a kiss to your cheek, and you felt your muscles relax

“I did ask for it.” You muttered, chuckling lightly.

He ushered you into the modest bathroom of your shared apartment, a firm hand on the small of your back. The steam rose from the showerhead, the atmosphere warm and daggy as it laid on your shivering skin like a cloak. Eddie held your hand steady, and you stepped up into the shower, the condensation trickling down and etching sweeping patterns onto the glass. You melted as the water cascaded over your sore limbs, and Eddie climbed in after you, his broad chest pinned to you in the small space. His cock, still half hard, pressed teasingly into the curve of your ass as he pecked miniscule kisses onto the expanse of your shoulder.

“Was that okay?” He asked in earnest. He always did. “Did you enjoy it?”

You hummed, leaning back into him.

“Loved it, Eds. Tired now, though.” You admitted, though you couldn’t deny the buzz you felt at his warm, wet skin gliding against yours. He had already had you in several positions in the last few hours, and there wasn’t an inch of you that wasn’t wonderfully sore, but something about Eddie had you insatiable.

You squeezed a generous dollop of shampoo into your hands and thread your fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp. The elated groan that rumbled from your chest made Eddie’s cock twitch, spent as it was. You scrubbed and scrubbed, and as the water ran clear, you heard a squeak on the flooded tile, and felt Eddie bow to his knees behind you.

“Whatcha doin, hot stuff?” You asked, amused, as you peered over your shoulder at him.

He soothed his fingers up the backs of your thighs, over the plush meat of your ass, and kissed the angry red welts that stained your cheeks. His tongue laved over them lovingly, and he murmured into your stinging flesh.

“Just kissin’ it better, princess.” The curve of his lip tilted up in a wry smirk, but there was no ulterior motive behind it. He simply wanted to worship you. After all this time, he was still in disbelief that you would give your body over to him so willingly, and in turn, demand his.

“Get up here, Eds.” You instructed, turning to face him as he clambered to his feet.

You took his angelic face in both hands, slotting your lips over his and kissing him deeply, sharing his breath. You slowly backed yourself against the wall, guiding him to follow as you reached between your bodies to gently tap your index finger on the tip of his hardening cock.

“Damn, really? Again?” He grinned into your lips, running his hands reverently up and down your waist.

In reply, you slid your hand further down to cup his heavy, velvety balls in your palm, rolling them in your fingers, and he let out a rasping moan.

“Always want you.” You breathed, your eyes pleading. He reached between your thighs to toy at your overstimulated clit, swollen and sensitive. “Just go slowly.”

“Fuck, still so fucking wet. Can’t get enough, can you?” Eddie groaned, his cock back to full alert, stiff and warm and leaking pre-cum against your thigh.

“Never.” You smiled, kissing him again and closing your fist over his length. You pumped his hot skin over his rosy tip, squeezing it at the end until small beads of pearlescent fluid dripped from his slit. You loved how he felt in your grasp, how his thighs tensed and his hips bucked into your touch.

“Need to feel you.” You begged, “Need you inside me.”

“You sure, baby? Don’t wanna hurt you.” He whispered, his finger still rubbing agonizing patterns on your clit. You nodded your head in affirmation, lifting up one leg and bracing it against a low shelf.

His finger left your puffy lips as he took over from you, fisting languidly at his aching erection. One hand supported your raised thigh, and he locked eyes with you one more time for reassurance before notching his tip at your entrance. It stung, but the stretch was everything to you as he inched inside.

“Oh fuck, that’s it.” He shuddered, the abused walls of your pussy snug and warm around him.

You gasped as he nudged at your cervix, the wiry hair of his groin flush against your clit. You gripped onto his flexing shoulder, grinding ever so slightly down onto him with a broken whine.

“You like that, huh.” He chuckled, rolling into you slowly, never fully leaving your warmth. His entire body enveloped you, his forehead to yours, the strong muscles of his thighs pressed to your own.

“So good, Ed’s, feel so fucking good.” You whimpered, a small tear running down the apple of your cheek. He kissed it away.

“I got you.” He spoke, cradling your head in one hand as he fucked into you lazily.

The relaxed pace of his thrusts continued for a long while as you grew wetter and wetter, slick trickling down your thighs and coating Eddie’s cock. The dull ache of his previous abuse on you faded into nothingness until you felt nothing but fullness, nothing but Eddie. You could practically feel his devotion from you radiate from him, as if he were burying it inside you. The pleasure was overwhelming.

“Fuck, look at you-” He rasped, eyes glued to the point where you connected. “So fuckin tight, pussy’s so fuckin’ perfect for me.”

Neither one of you were in a hurry to reach your end, but it was approaching nonetheless, and the sweet scratch of his pubic bone on your clit was immense. Coupled with the heady scent of him, and the comforting weight of his broadness pressed to you, it was all too much. After so many orgasms, the pleasure was slow- less of a bursting firework and more of a tranquil wash, tingling in your cunt and in your thighs.

“Oh, oh-” You panted, digging your nails into his flesh as your body began to go rigid. “Eddie, fuck-”

“That's it, cmon,” He coaxed as he thrust a little harder. “Cmon princess, cum for me.” His words were strained, his blood thrumming in his veins as his balls ached for release.

Building and building and then- you came with a broken whimper, your cunt a vice around Eddie as you struggled not to collapse.

“Oh fuck, ohhhh fuckkk.” Eddie moaned, the timbre in his voice shaking as he thrust once, then twice, before he stiffened, twitching and emptying into you.

He kissed you to distract as he gently withdrew, but you winced a little nonetheless.

“Good fucking girl, there we go.”

Gentle praises flowed from his lips into yours and filled you with a glow and a grin that split your cheeks.

“Mmm, that was nice.” You beamed, eyelids heavy. The fucked-out sleepiness beginning to creep in as Eddie kissed your nose.

“Wanna watch a movie and I’ll make us some mac n’ cheese?” He smiled, eyes twinkling with adoration.

“Just don’t burn down the kitchen, I won’t be able to save you.” You chuckled out, gesturing to your quaking legs.

“Affirmative.” He saluted you casually with two fingers.

“Dork.”

Eddie kept good on his promise of a blaze-free kitchen, and you nestled into his arms that night as you drifted off, safe and sated.

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#eddie munson smut blurb

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Happy 4/20, babe.

I got everything set up for you, put your favorite record on.

Can't wait till you get here 🖤

#eddie munson

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Eddie Munson is 100% the type to twirl his hair and say, "you think I'm pretty?"

Also 100% the type to say, "You like me? That's so embarrassing!" whilst grinning and giggling.

#10000% #this is so Eddie #eddie munson

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Eddie Munson x reader Headcannons🌹

~ he looks like being a boyfriend is his full time job

~ Eddie Munson is a certified boyfriend

~ he was put on this earth to love like a big loser

~ it might have taken him 20+ years to get there, but he’s damn good at his boyfriend job

~ he will boop the readers nose at every opportunity

~ snuggles into the reader every morning, refusing to get up

~ big koala energy

~ makes the reader coffee/tea in the morning, even if he has to sprint to the kitchen to beat them

~ makes sure blankets are readily available for movie nights

~ and snacks, so many snacks just for the reader

~ and if he buys something new he will watch them try it from the corner of his eye

~ if the reader gets periods, you know he’s buying the whole sanitary products isle

~ he has no chill, he wants the reader to be prepared for any period emergency

~ will cuddle the shit out of the reader and make sure they’re comfortable

~ walks them to their door and will bow dramatically before leaving

~ but not without a kiss on the hand, cheek and nose and lips

~ loves to walk backwards to his van so that he can stare at the reader

~ doing the cutest little finger wave

~ definitely giddy 24/7, not a single moment this man is not giggling and kicking his feet

~ always helps the reader put their coat or jacket on

~ if they put it on by themselves, Eddie will take it off just to help them put it back on again

~ always sneaking glances

~ just a little glimpse because he misses the reader all the time

~ if they’re one seat away he needs to look at them

~ leaves little doodles everywhere for the reader to find

~ most of them wholesome, but the occasional doodle will be of a dick

~ charges at the reader full speed just to pick them up so gently and do a little twirl

~ nibbles the readers shoulder whenever he’s close enough

~ sometimes he will get up and walk across the whole trailer to nibble them, and then leave a little kiss

~ definitely makes the “num num” sound

~ wouldn’t put it passed Eddie to take of his jacket and place it over a puddle so the the reader doesn’t have to step in the water

~ being a boyfriend is just his job and he’s the happiest employee

~ employee of the month every month

#eddie munson #eddie munson headcanons

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ok yes there is possessive eddie who needs to cum inside of you, but what about possessive eddie who begs you to cum on his cock like it's a way for you to claim him? because at the end of the day eddie wants to say he belongs to someone and be able to give you all his love and devotion and not have to wonder if it will be returned.

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut

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“I’m not always bad.”

Eddie Munson x female reader

summary: eddie finds you crying. why does he care?

warnings: bully eddie, bad boy, awkward and meanie eddie, language, crying, upset reader, talk of cancer, readers dad has cancer. a potential series if you want it, let me know!

gif is not mine!

He supposed maybe over time it wouldn’t be absolutely crazy to have some sort of care for you, after all, he had known you since the both of you were in diapers in preschool together, and ever since, he’d treated you like dirt beneath his leather boots.

He was an absolute prick to you, and you couldn’t remember one memory of him being nice to you. Maybe it was because you came from a ‘white picket fence’ home, had good grades, an honor student, actually. Maybe it was because you were pretty? Maybe he liked you? No. You had long since disregarded that idea many years ago. He wouldn’t be this mean.

You walked as quickly as you could to the gymnasium, pink heels clicking with every step and turn. Your eyes blurred with tears and you hiccuped a breath. You pushed open the door, relieved no one was in there, at least, not to your knowledge, and plopped down on the closet set of bleachers to your right. You put your head in your hands and cried like a baby pathetically.

Eddie was closing up a deal when you’d come busting in dramatically. He quickly hid his stash, thinking it was a teacher as his customer quickly left the scene, muttering a thank you as he did so. When he say it was you, he cursed under his breath and put away his things.

He adjusted his jacket, putting away his weed and wallet as he watched you. He squinted his eyes. Were you crying? He’d seen you cry before, that wasn’t anything new, but you looked upset. He walked across the gym floor, adjusting his junk like a typical male specimen.

“Why the long face, L/n?” His demeaning voice boomed and echoed.

You jumped, revealing your tear stricken face. You groaned. “Fuck! I- I didn’t know anyone was in here. Sorry.” You went up to leave.

“Woah, woah,” He held up his hands. “You’re on my turf, L/n. Crying and trespassing on my property are not to go unpunished.” He tried to ignore the fact you were visibly upset, thinking maybe you got a bad grade or tripped over your own feet and embarrassed yourself. That’s usually what it was, anyways.

Today, however, you couldn’t deal with his dramatics. Your face crumbled into tears and you sobbed, slowly sinking back down to your seat and hunched back over. Eddie, despite his antics, couldn’t help but furrow his brow. He watched you for a moment, looking to see if anyone else was around he could pass you off to. He looked back at you, and when you pushed out a particular harsh sob, he knew that this time was different. Something was wrong.

Unbeknownst to him, he frowned, pursing his lips and climbed up to bleachers to sit beside you. He looked at you like you were from another planet, eyes wide and alert like you were playing a joke on him. He didn’t like this said joke.

“Hey, uh,” He cleared his throat, looking for the quickest way out. “Stop crying.” Way to cheer her up, buddy.

“I can’t.” You sobbed into your hands. “My life’s falling apart!”

That broke him out of his shocked state and he rolled his eyes at your dramatics, leaning back into his seat. “What happened now?”

“Just leave me alone, Eddie!” You snapped angrily, jerking your head toward him so hard he thought it was fly clean off and roll onto the floor with the rest of the disregarded basketballs. “Do you have to be such a jerk everyday of my life? Can’t you let me cry in peace just for once?” You stared at Eddie, who was startled and wide eyed, looking at you like you’d gone made.

He sighed heavily, a mask of irritation and annoyance falling over his hooded eyes. “Fine.”

He got up to leave, obeying your wish for once. You watched him get up and leave, and for some odd reason, your heart seemed to sink even further. Once again, you sank back into yourself, listening as his footsteps got further and further away.

He cursed when he got to the gymnasium door, turning back to look at your weeping figure. “Fuck.” He clenched his fist and brought it up to his teeth angrily. Why? Why did he suddenly seem to care about your distress?

He was back beside you, sighing loudly like he didn’t care. “Alright, L/n, what’s going on?”

You gave him a sharp glare, shooting him daggers. “Why do you care?”

“I don’t.” He fired back. “But I don’t need you busting in during my deals, so you might as well get whatever it is off your chest and wipe your damn tears.” He lifted himself off the seat briefly, reaching back and grabbing his black bandana and handing it to you. You didn’t grab it, so he placed it on your lap with a huff.

It was your turn to look him strangely, like he was from another planet, a strange land you’d yet to be aware of. “You’re being weird.”

“Shut up.” He retorted. “You’ve got snot all over your face.”

You purposely rubbed your nose with his bandana, making sure to clean your face of mucus and tears. He recoiled, grossed out at the action. “Yeah, you can keep that.” He said.

He gave you a minute. Nobody said anything as you calmed down, sniffling to yourself here and there. His concern grew when he noticed the shaking of your hands. “Hey,” He said, voice deep and gruff. “What’s the matter with you?”

You looked at him sadly, shaking your head. “My dad has cancer.”

He couldn’t help it then. His whole face dropped. His jaw fell slack and his eyes widened.

“I just found out yesterday.” Your voice was full and thick with tears. “I was in math class and just had to get out before I had a public fucking breaking down like I’m doing now!” You said, angry with yourself.

“It doesn’t even make sense!” You continued. “My dad is a good man! He’s done nothing to deserve this! I don’t understand!” You cried, rambling to him at this point. He didn’t mind, he didn’t know what to say anyways.

“My whole family is just…numb. Dad’s pretending he’s not bothered by it. He’s doing everything he normally does. Mowing the grass, helping mom with the flower bed.”

You kept talking and Eddie listened, and in that moment, he felt pure sorrow and remorse, compassion and empathy for you. He listened to your words and felt his stomach sink. And you were beautiful, a random thought jostled in the middle somewhere between sorrow and empathy.

You cried to him for almost an hour. You talked about your family falling apart, but continuing on despite the downfall. The number of months the doctors had given your father to live. You talked about not being walked by him down the aisle, him not seeing his grandchildren. It was all here and there, but Eddie listened and said nothing, and after awhile, you forgot he was there and that it was Eddie.

When two o’clock rolled around, you breathed heavily and looked at your watch, then him. “You didn’t need to stay.” You were completely exhausted, mentally and physically.

“It’s alright.” It was the first thing he’d said in an entire hour. “You needed someone to talk to. I’m just being a good samaritan.”

“Still,” Your eyes were red and raw. “Why?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I’m not always bad.”

You managed to smile. He didn’t.

“Well, thanks.” You said softly. “My friends don’t know yet. Nobody does. Please don’t tell?” You looked at him with round eyes that were always so full of innocence.

“I won’t say anything.” He shook his head.

You sniffled once more and nodding, standing up and fixing your white skirt. “Well, I better get back to class. Thanks for listening.”

He let you walk all the way across the room and to the door before he spoke. “I’m sorry.”

You didn’t look at him and he didn’t look at you, but both of your hearts seemed to lighten. The door clicked open loudly and shut, leaving him to himself.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader

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yes babe the sex was great but i never finished talking about vampires so i think we need to get back to that

#eddie munson coded

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Omfg I’m feral at how much of a gentleman he is pulling up Lupita’s strap. 😍

#joseph quinn #lupita nyong'o

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I groaned when I realised this was a preview 😂😅 can I be tagged for the full version 🙏🏻🥺

I Can Do it With a Broken Heart | Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader | 18+ | PREVIEW

Summary: You and Eddie have both had crap luck on dates lately, nothing that can't be fixed with a strawberry milkshake. However, he gets asked out on a date and it goes well...until it turns your life on its head and he forgets how to pick up the phone. You don't even care that he's dating someone else you just want your best friend back.

Warnings: idiots in love, best friends to lovers, ANGST, brief EddiexChrissy, ooc Chrissy, attempted SA, bestfriend!Steve, and needy, desperate smut that makes it all worth it.

Excerpt here:

The puff of smoke that leaves his lips as you approach him should not be this gorgeous, it’s practically unfair. “Hey, Eds.” 

He dusts the filter, killing it on the cement table he sits at as he blows out one more puff. “Hey, sweetheart.” 

Just from that particular look in his eye, you can tell something is on his mind. “You okay, there, Munson?” 

He smirks, effortlessly standing up. “I suppose. I’m not sure how to react. Or how you’ll react.” 

Your brows meet your hairline, watching his mind move at a million miles per hour. “Ok, Eddie this better be about a new class of creatures in DnD, or something, because you’re scaring me.”

He smiles, nodding his head over to the halls that lead toward the front door of the campus. “Someone asked me out on a date, earlier, today.” 

Your brows furrow, biting back the jealousy that eats at your chest. Every little part of you holds back the monster that threatens to class its way out, to snarl and hiss at every girl that even so much as looks at him wrong. It’s hard to bite it back, to choke on it purposely, but if you must, you will. 

It tastes like venom as you swallow it back down. “Oh, who?”

A faint pink spreads across Eddie’s cheeks, much to your dismay. Not once, in your fuck, what, seven, eight years, of friendship have you ever managed to see Eddie blush. (Just once but it was when you nearly walked in on him jerking himself off a few short years ago.) “Who?” 

“Um Chrissy. Chrissy Cunningham?” 

Your jaw drops, but your gut falls through the floor. You swear you hear it smash through the tilted floors and fall into the depths of hell. 

“She asked you out?” 

“Hey! Don’t act so surprised! A cheerleader could like me!” 

That was the last thing on your mind. Of course a cheerleader could like Eddie, they’d be stupid not to. No. Every other girl that Eddie has either slept with, or gone on a date with brought no worry to your head, competition, per say. But a sweet girl like Chrissy, one that bore pretty blonde curls, a sweet smile and a sweet disposition, this is like your worst nightmare come true. 

Thanks to the notion of living in a small town, you could recall 99% of the names that Eddie had told you, whether they be hookups or a date. Most of them didn’t intimidate you, only because, selfishly, you could nitpick at things you think wouldn’t work out with Eddie. Whether they were too vapid, too shallow, had none of the same interests as him, only shallowly liked him for his looks, or was a bully…you had something to give great comfort to you to prevent that little jealousy monster from clawing its way out. 

This time, your brain wracked itself for some sort of answer. Some sort of flaw in the Queen of Hawkins High that could settle this uneasiness that has taken over your mind. Nothing. Nothing. 

“I’m not surprised a cheerleader could like you, I’m surprised that Chrissy Cunningham asked you out,” you answer candidly, watching in step with him to where you supposed was his van. “I’m guessing you said yes?”

“I’d be crazy not to!” Eddie answered sheepishly, tugging at the sleeves of his leather jacket. “I’m taking her out on Friday night.” 

“Ah, you’ll tell Steve to take Creeper off hold for us, then?”

Eddie stops mid stride, faltering, his brows pinched as he gives you those big brown eyes. “Shit. It totally slipped my mind.” 

This is also new. Even as his dates would happen any previously made plans with him were always a priority. You just hope this isn’t a new habit of his. 

“We’ll do it on Saturday, yeah?” 

You nod, giving him the comfort you suddenly find yourself craving. From the pep in his step, the rosiness of his cheeks, the warm glint in his eyes, you can tell that he’s truly excited. As a best friend, you tried to be happy for him, however hard it is to make the smile on your face even remotely convincing. 

Eddie curls his arm around your shoulder, tugging you along with him for what is probably another afternoon in his room, clouded by a haze of weed. 

You smoked more than usual, if anything to allow his excitement and plans for his big date in two days to buzz into the background, the bong rippling through your lungs as a punishment for yourself. 

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Final word count is about 24k so I think I'll post on the 15 to give my editor a fighting chance. If you want to be tagged let me know <3

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader

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#eddie munson #eddie munson coded

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They deserved a happy ending

#eddie munson #wayne munson #stranger things

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soft boy

#eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things

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#thor #thor odinson #chris hemsworth

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I want to fuck you until the condom breaks

I need to wonder why your cunt suddenly feels so good until I can't help it but cum inside. Mistakingly thinking we're protected so I make sure I force myself as deep as i can into you until I pull out to see my cum flooding out of your cunt and dripping down your thighs pooling into a little white puddleunderneath you.

#eddie munson #eddie coded

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