#eddie munson drabbles

[bruisedboys]

can I request the first time shy!reader spends the night at eddie’s? maybe she falls asleep during movie night and he just doesn’t have the heart to wake her up? lots of snuggles ensue?!

ohmygosh thank you so much for this adorable req I love u so much. hope this is what u wanted angel!

shy!fem!reader 1.3k words

Eddie comes back from the bathroom and into the living room, only to stop dead in the doorway.

You’ve fallen asleep. On his couch. Well, technically his and Wayne’s, but that doesn’t matter right now. What matters is that you’re fast asleep and you look so lovely and peaceful and Eddie actually had to grab the doorframe to stop himself from falling over.

To be trusted so much that you’ve allowed yourself to fall asleep at his place feels like a big step to Eddie. You’re a shy girl, always cautious, overly polite. Eddie remembers the first time you’d been over to his trailer, you were so quiet, so scared of doing or saying something wrong.

And now look at you.

Eddie feels like he’s been punched in the gut. He practically skips the rest of the way to the couch, desperate to be close to you again, a newfound fondness for you burning in his chest that can only be cured by sitting as close as humanly possible to you. He sits down in the space he’d left, his thigh pressed to yours. Your body has tipped away from him, your head resting on a stack of cushions balanced on the arm of the couch.

The credits of the movie you’d been watching with him play on, but Eddie’s too busy looking at you, drinking up every inch of you. Your face, squished into the cushion, the TV light painting you green and red and blue. Your t-shirt sleeve riding up your shoulder. Eddie imagines your skin is as warm and soft as it looks. He longs to touch you and has an excuse when the movie ends. He knows you’ll want to be woken up.

His hand finds your shoulder and his fingers slip beneath your sleeve.

“Y/N, sweetheart.” Eddie squeezes you gently, his thumb pressed to your shoulder. “Wake up.”

It doesn’t take much for you to wake. Soon you’re blinking awake slowly, tearing your tired eyes apart, and it’s maybe the cutest thing you’ve done ever. Eddie feels so much fondness for you it actually hurts.

“Hey,” he says gently. He shuffles closer so he can get his torso in front of yours, hoping to block the TV lights that he’ll know will be blinding for you. “Hey, baby. You fell asleep.”

You blink at him. “I did?” You ask, all raspy and sleepy.

Eddie chuckles and resists the urge to kiss you all over your cute face. “Yeah, you did. Was I boring you?”

Your expression goes from sleepy to mortified so quickly it’s alarming.

“No!” You say quickly, shaking your head. “No, I—“

Eddie’s laugh drowns out the rest of your words, and you stop fretting when you realise he’s teasing.

“I’m messing with you, sweet girl.” He slides his hand up to your collar and presses his thumb to the corner of your mouth. “You must’ve been tired, huh?”

A yawn takes over your features right on queue. Your eyes scrunch up and your mouth opens wide and Eddie can’t stop smiling. You’re so cute.

“Do you want me to take you home?” Eddie asks, his hand still pressed to your face. He’s secretly hoping you’ll say no. He’d like you to stay here forever, thank you very much. “Or … you could stay the night here? Only if you want, of course.”

You blink up at Eddie owlishly. He’s never asked you to stay the night. Never suggested it, because he’s afraid of scaring you off. He’s afraid now, waiting for your answer, that you’ll run away and never come back. But you smile. You smile, and his heart does a backflip.

“Um. Okay,” you say, quiet and unsure but that sweet smile stays put. “I think I’ll stay, if that’s okay with you.”

Eddie melts like a popsicle. He brings his other hand to your jaw and cups your pretty, sleepy face.

“Of course it’s okay, angel,” he says, soft and earnest all at once. His chest feels tight. “You can stay whenever you like, you know.”

Your smile grows. Eddie’s heart aches tenfold. “I know.”

Eddie nods. He’s feeling so much for you in this moment that it’s hard to do anything, let alone speak. Instead he pulls away from you, stands up and holds his hand out. You take it unabashedly.

“Come on then,” he says, finally finding his words as he pulls you up to stand. “I’ll find you some pyjamas, hm?”

Ten minutes later Eddie comes back from the shower and finds you in his bed, dressed in a pair of his red and black checkered pyjama pants and one of his shirts. Your eyes are half closed.

You look so lovely that Eddie feels, for the second time tonight, like he’s been punched in the stomach. His breath hitches and his heart goes haywire.

“Hi,” he says softly, dropping the towel he’d been scrubbing his hair with over the back of his desk chair. “You okay?”

You nod. “M’okay,” you mumble quietly. “Just tired.”

Eddie rounds his bed til he’s on the side you’re on, kneeling next to the bed so he can take your bicep in his hand, his palm kneading at the soft muscle. You look seconds away from falling asleep.

“Poor girl,” he murmurs, mostly to himself. Then, to you, “Do you want me to sleep on the couch? ‘Cos I will, if you’re not comfortable with us both sleeping in the bed.”

You wrench your eyes open and quit looking tired to instead look confused and mildly put out.

“What?” You ask, exhaustion tugging at your words and making them sluggish and slurred. “No, don’t sleep on the couch.”

Eddie grins like mad. He squeezes your bicep, his fingers pushing beneath your t-shirt sleeve. “You want me to sleep in the bed? With you?”

You shut you eyes again and nod into your pillow. Eddie can’t stop smiling.

“Okay, then.”

He gives your arm one last squeeze and then leaps up to switch the light off. The room gets swallowed by darkness. Eddie can just make out your figure where you’re lying in his bed, the bump of your hip, the curve of your legs.

He slides into bed next to you and it feels like it’s never felt before. Even though it’s his same, regular old bed that he sleeps in every night, nothing about this is regular. Nothing about this doesn’t make his heart race and his skin tingle and his stomach ache with fondness sweet as sugar.

He shuffles closer to you and his arm touches your arm.

“Are you okay?” He asks you. You’re awfully quiet. Well, quieter than usual. He knows it’s because you’re tired, and maybe because this whole thing is probably making you about as nervous as it’s making him, if not more.

You don’t answer but you do press your arm further into Eddie’s. He curls his pinky around yours in the dark.

“Are you nervous?” He whispers, staring at the dark roof, feeling quite a bit nervous himself.

He feels rather than hears you rolling over, and when he tears his eyes away from the roof to look at you, he sees you’ve rolled onto your side to look at him.

“A bit,” you whisper back. Your pinky hooks tighter around his.

“Me too,” Eddie admits. “I’ve never had a girl sleep over before.”

You make a sound that Eddie thinks is a tired, quiet laugh. He can hear your smile when you say, “Really?”

Eddie nods though you probably can’t see him. He slides closer and takes your hand, his fingers lacing through yours. You’re so close you could lay your head on his chest if you wanted. He hopes you will eventually.

“Yeah, really,” he says. He dips his head to kiss your forehead. “Get some sleep now, okay?”

You hum something incoherent. You’re asleep within the next minute, your head lolling onto Eddie’s shoulder within the next two.

Eddie lies awake for far longer, wondering how in the world he got this damn lucky.

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[taintedcigs]

— if you're feeling lucky

pairing: fwb!eddie munson x f!reader

summary: friends with benefit never ends well... or does it? based on this prompt by @dumplingsjinson (wc: 1.2k+)

warnings: just absolute fluff, maybe tiny angst, and a kiss, and thats it, oh and my shitty writing.

author's note: ignore the corny summary im lazy. the title has no meaning i just luv that song omfg. not proofread. based on this lovely request i got from angel @voyeurmunson i hope i did it justice i am so very rusty!!!! and the ending is rushed i AM SORRY

pleaseeee reblog to support me. ty!! mwah.

Y​​ou knew this would eventually happen. You agreed to this stupid "arrangement" knowing that this would be the outcome.

Just because you couldn't keep your feelings in check. Just because the two of you kissed hazily one night, minds filled with each other and the cheap weed Eddie provided. Like a knot that had been waiting to be undone, unraveling, so quickly, fading just as much—if not more quicker.

You should've seen it coming.

From the way your last rendezvous ended, when you accidentally kissed him goodbye on his way home. It was a simple, honest mistake.

Or was it?

The two of you had a set of rules; fucking with no feelings attached, make sure none of it got in the way of your friendship. It was supposed to be simple.

But that goodbye kiss was intimate, more than just fucking, and much more than your stupid friendship.

His cheeks burned a salmon pink, your plushy lips tainting his with something he had never experienced before; pure affection. Making him splutter, almost tripping on his way out of your house.

You barely registered what you did when he finally left, too enamored to even notice. Your son-of-a-bitch subconscious playing its tricks on you, feelings acting out before your logic can even kick in.

Stress ate away at you, but you assumed he wouldn't make a big deal of it. That this wouldn't ruin anything. He would forget this by Monday.

By the time he ignores your fifth call, and even goes as far as to avoid you in town, you start to blame your poor assumption skills. Try to ignore the insecure feelings that churn in your stomach.

Anger replaces those thoughts in an instant, because how could he just fucking end things without even talking to you?

Did he not even like you as a friend anymore?

Did one kiss really disgust him this much?

A lump sits in your throat at the unanswered questions, anxiety seeping through your skin, eating away at your organs, consuming you.

And after hours of endless anxious thoughts rummaging through your mind—and a long talk with your girlfriends where they urged you to talk to him, you end up at his door, arms crossed against your chest, wearing a scowl.

He opens the door with a bewildered gaze, your name falling softly from his lips, like a prayer, devoid of the lewdness it held than the last time you saw him. Much more affectionate, shattering your heart in every way possible.

"What is your problem?" You don't mean to go all out on him, especially when looks this good, bittersweet gaze meeting yours, tousled curly hair framing his face just in the way that has your heart skipping a beat.

"W—what?" He splutters.

You brush past him in a fury, "do you hate me now or something?" Your anger doesn't hold the same weight anymore, tone now laced with insecurity, a sadness that finds its way into your skin.

You don't let him talk, "do you realize how fucking childish this is? Ignoring my calls? Avoiding me?" He watches the way your brows quirk when you explain yourself, teeth pulling on your bottom lip worry, he wants to kiss it, your thoughts, worries away.

"That's not—"

"You could've just talked to me if—if you had any problem, ignoring me is fucked up."

Plushy lips open to speak, to explain himself, but you don't let him, fluttering your thick lashes at him, rambling on and getting more and more upset each time you spoke, tugging at his heartstrings, making him want to slap himself for being the source of your worries.

"We could've just talked this out, you know? W—we could've set up clearer boundaries and uh—" You were growing more and more frustrated, words getting mashed together with how emotional you were being.

"Will you let me—"

Again, you didn't let him speak, wanting to get it all out, knowing that this might've been the last time you spoke to him. Ever.

Your lip wobbled at the thought. "I—I just... 'm sorry, I broke the rules, okay? I—I swear it won't happen again, I don't want our friendship to be—"

"I can't be friends with you anymore!" He breathed, tone loud enough to startle you, the weight of his words taking a while to sink in.

You gulped, physically, mind too hazy to register what he said, that horrible feeling caging your chest, eating up the words that are unable to leave your lips. "Oh... uh—uhm, o—okay." You nervously nip at your nails, not knowing what to do.

"I can't do this anymore, either." He adds, pointing toward the space between the two of you, and you're unable to meet his gaze, too scared. The tears begging to be let out.

"Why—" You take a deep breath before you continue, prying your gaze from his stupid wooden floors, and back into those swirly caramel hues, now big enough to hypnotize you. Softening you in seconds. "Why not?"

"Fuck..." He mumbles, this time he's the nervous one, cheeks flushed with the prettiest pink all over. Fingertips trace against your features, settling on your cheekbones, and you let him. "Because I'm starting to get greedy, sweetheart."

Hope gnaws at your insides, the way something flashes in his gaze has you healing all over, the hold both of you have over each other is strong enough to gravitate you, yet both of you are too dumb to see it, notice it.

Until now.

"I can't just have that and be okay with it... I want—fuck that, I need more," He grumbles, desperate, a silent plea. Your mouth grows dry, lashes fluttering heavily to process it, the world stops spinning on its axis at the implication of his words.

"I need you." You can't help the way your gaze turns mellow, melting into his touch, everything you craved, and more, right in front of you.

A little taste of heaven.

Rolling your eyes playfully, plushy lips stretching into the prettiest smile, followed by a giggle—a heavenly sound he decides he can't fucking live without. "You absolute idiot," you breathe with a shake of your head.

"You didn't think to tell me that? Were you just gonna pull away? Bury your feelings away?"

He mocks a thinking face, "I'd write a few songs about it too, probably." Grin growing wider the more he looks at you, barely registering what the fuck is going on. That you even showed up at his door. That you're even entertaining the idea of being with him.

He's at the palm of your hand, and you don't even know it.

"Idiot."

Pushing a palm over his chest dramatically, he tilts his head in a manner that has you wanting to squeeze his cheeks. "An idiot you like back?"

"Unfortunately." His lips downturn, an exaggerated pout that has your smile stretching.

"An idiot I like too much that it's embarrassing," you add with a scrunch of your nose, a gesture Eddie wants to worship, want to leave open-mouthed kisses all over your face.

"I'll take embarrassing," he whispers, licking his lips before leaning in. You stare at his parted lips a millisecond longer, before pulling him by his stupid Hellfire shirt, pressing your lips hotly against his. 

Eddie only freezes for a second before his instincts take over, a groan rumbling in the back of his throat, deepening the kiss, lips parting to taste you, fully, completely. 

Only breaking the kiss once you consumed him, lazy smirk sitting on his lips, “Told ya we couldn’t be friends anymore,” he teases, that pretty dimple sitting on his cheeks. “Shut up,” you reply with a giggle, interrupting him before he can observe your features and try to drown you in compliments, fisting his shirt once again and pressing your plushy lips against his.

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[unsolved-duvall]

one thing you learn about eddie very early on in your relationship, is that he talks a lot. so much so, that sometimes you truly worry when he hasn’t stopped talking for a while— he hasn’t even stopped to take a breath. he’s all wide eyed, and dramatic hands when he’s telling you a story. and you adore him, you adore the way he animates himself. but the boy needs to breathe. so, sometimes, you have to gently grab him by the jaw and pull his mouth against yours, kissing him so softly that it’s barely even a kiss. you aren’t kissing him to shut him up. no, absolutely not. you would never do that. you simply need him to breathe. so that’s what you tell him when you slowly pull away from the kiss— “eddie, baby? take a breath, yeah?”. but what you don’t realise is that you’re actions, mixed with your soft words, have the opposite affect on him. your lips against his were already enough to steal any remaining air from his lungs, but now? now you’re calling him baby and speaking to him like he’s the only person in the world. and eddie’s fighting for any drop of air he can find. he’s all rosy cheeks and kiss-bitten lips that are parted slightly as he stares at you. you call his name again, not even sure he’s still with you. and that’s when a smile covers his face and his lightly freckled nose scrunches up, and he’s leaning back in to kiss you like it’s his lifeline.

eddie munson talks a lot. but you wouldn’t want him any other way.

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[cosmal]

𝐈'𝐦 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 — 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

summary — your father finds eddie in your room in the middle of something. eddie's a smug bastard.

warnings/tags — fem!afab!reader, she/her pronouns, allusions to sex, angry dad

note — this is super short but this would definitely be eddie if your family didn't let you see boys.

Eddie has his face in your chest and a hand down your pants when your bedroom door flies open. Your raging father on the other side.

You squeal, sitting up and Eddie pulls back. A frown on his face and a did I do something wrong? at the front of his mouth before he clocks your father.

You pull a pillow over your chest and Eddie takes his hand from your sleep shorts, sitting back on his haunches. "Fuck," he curses.

"Who the fuck are you?" Your father looks like he's about one more ragged breath from having a heart attack.

"Dad..."

"I'm Eddie," he smiles, stepping backwards off your bed. Down to his boxers, he stands in front of your father with his hands crossed over his crotch. Adjusting anything that's prominent. You'd laugh if you weren't a little terrified.

He steps inside your room and you move to pull your shirt back over your head.

"I'd shake your hand, sir, but um..." Eddie wriggles his hand in front of him and gestures to you on the bed. You gawp, your eyes almost falling out of your head.

"Right," your father grunts, leaping forward to grab at Eddie. You call Eddie's name, sitting up on your bed as he ducks under his open arms and heads for the doorway. Your father almost falls into your bed.

Holding onto your doorframe, Eddie laughs. "Sorry for meeting you under such circumstances."

Puffing a breath, your dad turns to head for Eddie again, "I'm gonna kill you."

Eddie shoots you a wink, laughing madly as he starts running down your hallway. Your dad starts up again, chasing after him. There's thudding when he stumbles the stairs and you call out, "Dad, stop!"

You stand at your window and watch your father chase after Eddie across your front lawn. Eddie jumps over your bike and loops back around to your front door, your dad hot on his heels.

You hear him ascend the stairs two at a time and watch on as he comes back into your room all puffed and red-faced. He scrambles for his clothes on your floor, picking up his jeans and shirt into a heap in his arms.

"Eddie, what are you fucking doing?' you hiss, shoving his socks into his hands.

"Sorry, babe." He kisses you on the cheek with a loud smack and you can hear your dad coming up the stairs. You slam your door shut. "I'll call you."

"Right," you laugh. "Get out of here."

He kisses you once more when you hear your door open up again. You wish you'd begged harder for a lock when you'd asked the last time.

You turn and push your hands into your dad's chest, "Dad, please stop."

You don't act like you can hold him back but it doesn't matter anyways when Eddie climbs out your window, using your lattice to descend to the grass below him.

You hear Eddie laughing madly until he gets to the end of your street.

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[hornyhornyhimbos]

pov: eddie really doesn't know when to keep his hands off you... even in public... even at lover's lake ♡

18+ duh, perv!eddie x afab!reader, fingering f!receiving, exhibitionism a lil bit, nicknames (baby, sweetheart, sweet girl), nipple sucking, explicit language, implied smut at the end, 1.3K words, color coded speaker tags, shoutout to @dungeons-are-too-cold for recommending this concept and for beta reading!

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you loved eddie, but man could he be an asshole...

the two of you had spent the day at lover's lake, and the day had so far been peaceful. you'd started out with a picnic on the dock, where he'd brought some of wayne munson's famous sweet tea and had made your favorite sandwiches, cut into cute little heart shapes, cheesy bastard that he was. you shared the chocolate-covered strawberries you'd brought while lying out in the sun, just enjoying the lake all to yourselves.

it wasn't until you peeled off your—or rather, his—oversized tee shirt and revealed the bathing suit you were sporting that you were reminded of just how much of an ass he could be.

you'd worn a little green number, a polka dotted ensemble that left little to the imagination. you tied the bottoms in cute little bows at your hips, and the second you pulled off your tee shirt, eddie was practically foaming at the mouth.

before he could get his hands on you, you jumped into the water, swimming away in a fit of giggles. he followed suit, tossing off his own shirt and jumping into the lake, diving after you with the ease of an olympic swimmer.

it wasn't long before eddie caught up to you, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you up to the surface with him. he was all laughs as he pulled you in for a kiss, his fingers meeting your stomach with soft tickles.

"eddie, no!" you said through giggles, your limbs flailing and throwing water everywhere. droplets hit eddie in the eyes, but he was unrelenting, spreading tickles all over your bare skin.

his fingers drifted over a particularly sensitive part of your body, causing you to jerk in response, your leg brushing in between his own. that was when you registered that this little tickle fight was driven by something else.

you rolled your eyes, turning away from your chronically horny boyfriend, but he was quick to respond, wrapping his arms around your middle and holding you close. his hardening cock rested against your ass, and you couldn't say it wasn't turning you on.

still, you managed to ask, "are you always horny?" to which he responded with a soft kiss to the dip of your neck, trailing his lips along the string of your bikini top.

"maybe," he answered, and you could hear the smirk he was sporting. "but how am i to blame for it? i can't help you're the sexiest girl alive."

you hated that his words made you blush, you hated that with one sentence he could have you turned on, but mostly, you hated that he knew exactly how to distract you. because somewhere, between the hickies he was leaving on your neck and the rutting of his hips against you, you failed to notice his hands slipping down to the fastenings of your bottoms.

"eddie?" you called in a panic as the cold water hit your now uncovered core, a rush of both anxiety and arousal flowing through your body.

"yes, baby?" he answered, fake innocence coating his tone. his lips trailed down your neck to your shoulder while his hands trailed from your hips toward your center.

"eddie, where are my bottoms?!" you all but screamed, racing to swim away but his hold on you was just tight enough to keep you against him.

"i have no clue what you're talking about," he said, a chuckle threatening to fall after the words.

you tried to squirm away, but eddie had other plans, one of his hands coming up to meet your cunt, his thumb swiping over your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"ed-" his name got caught in your breath as he teased your folds with a finger, his thumb showing no mercy to your clit.

his tone was clearly taunting as he said, "if your bottoms fell off, why don't you go try to find them?"

your head turned to face him, mouth falling into an open 'o' as his finger finally slipped inside you. "you're such a- fuck- asshole."

eddie tutted against the shell of your ear, his finger crooking deeper inside you. "now, that's no way to treat me when i'm making you feel so," one pump of his finger, "damn," a second flex, "good," a third.

you fell nearly limp against him, moans falling from your lips as he continued working the digit inside you. eddie quickly accompanied the digit with a second, soon brushing them against that sweet spot that would have you falling apart in no time.

he kissed the crook of your neck, licking softly over one of the bruises he'd left earlier. "do you wanna cum, sweetheart?"

you nodded, whined, writhed against his fingers, anything to show him just how much you wanted to. "please," you whimpered, teeth clamping down on your bottom lip.

"go ahead, sweet girl," he whispered, taking your skin between his teeth while slipping a third finger inside you, "go ahead and cum for me, yeah?"

at his instruction, you were falling apart, his fingers drawing an absolutely euphoric orgasm out of you. eddie knew each and every way to make you come undone, and while you wanted to be mad about the swimsuit situation, you definitely couldn't be mad at the way his fingers felt inside you right now.

his name fell off your tongue like your lifeline. eddie rutted against your ass, trying to find some form of relief from his ever-growing erection, leaving moans in your ear that were only coaxing on your climax. "shit, baby," he said with a particularly hard rut, "y' should wear that swimsuit more often. feel how hard you've got me?"

his comment brought you back to reality, immediately finding the force to swim away and search for the missing bottoms. luckily, they hadn't floated too far away, but in a momentary lapse of judgment, you were hit with an idea while you were under the water. your hands flew to eddie's swim trunks, pulling them down and immediately swimming back to shore.

"you're dead when i catch you!" he shouted through laughter, wading through the water and attempting to hold up his shorts at the same time.

"you started it!" you shouted back. you ran over to the van, holding the small piece of fabric in front of you as best you could, just in case anyone were to spot you. you made a quick attempt at tying them back on, but not before eddie made his way over to you.

in a swift movement, he had both of your wrists pinned above your head, your bikini bottoms falling to the pavement below. he clicked his tongue, a disapproving look on his face. "very naughty of you to run away from me like that, sweetheart," he reprimanded, holding you against the frame of the van.

your stomach twisted with want as you noticed the dark look in his eyes, excitement and arousal dripping through your veins. still, you found yourself arguing, "oh, i'm the one that's naughty? that's something coming from you, perv."

his lips met the dip of your breasts, eliciting a moan from you. "i don't seem to recall you arguing too much about the way i made you feel back there," he mentioned between kisses, his hand coming up to palm at you through the green material. "in fact, the way your pussy was sucking me in, i'd say she was upset i didn't give her more."

he pulled one of your breasts out of the bikini top, his lips trailing from the valley of your chest to your hardened nipple. a moan escaped your lips as he suckled the bud, his palm moving to cup your neglected boob.

your head fell back against the van, your thighs clenching together with every movement of his tongue. "please, eddie," you all but begged, "give me more."

with one swift movement, he had your legs wrapped around his waist, fiddling quickly with the door of his van, desperate to lay you down and fuck you right. "ask and ye shall receive, sweetheart."

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[rainylana]

“Can’t sleep?”

Eddie Munson x female reader

summary: you and eddie can’t sleep.

warnings: mentions of postpartum, mentions of abuse and eddie’s dad, so much fluff it may kill you, mom reader! dad eddie!



When he couldn’t sleep, he watched his baby. Watched her breath, stir in her sleep and make little noises and huffs. He’d pull up an old rocking chair wayne had given him, sit there with a pillow behind his back, often falling asleep. Tonight was one of those nights.

Her nursery was rainbow themed, pinks and purples everywhere with big, white clouds. Her crib had stars painted on them and glow in the dark stickers on the ceiling. In the day time, the room was bright and colorful, but it was dark now, only the glow of the neon stickers above his head and a revolving fish nightlight on the nightstand across the room.

His eyes dropped closed, but he didn’t want to fall asleep, didn’t want to miss a moment of watching his darling angel sleep. Little Joanna Munson.

Being a father had completely changed his life for the better, but it was also the scariest thing he’d ever had do to. He worried about so many more things, things he’d never had to worry about before. But the most overwhelmed thing so far was the love that he had in his heart. He didn’t think he’d love anything more in the world than you when the both of you met, but his heart grew another size when you gave birth to her, and he was absolutely, unconditionally in love with his baby, so much that it almost hurt.

It made him love you so much more, so grateful for giving him something so precious, something that was a part of him to live on. He was indebted to you, forever grateful. He worshipped you like a god, admired all the things your body could do. You struggled with postpartum a lot, something he tried his best to understand, helped as best as he could. He tried his best to take care of Joanna as much as he could, not that he minded it. She was only two months old, but he knew she was incredibly smart. She was already wrapping her tiny hand around his finger, pulling at his hair and staring at him with her big, brown eyes that she had gotten from him.

“Can’t sleep?”

He looked over his shoulder, smiling softly when he saw you. He shook his head, beckoning for you to come over. You did so, sitting on his lap and cuddling up to his chest, smiling at your baby in the crib. He leaned his head against yours, wrapping his arms around your body as he slowly rocked the chair. “What you doing up?” He asked quietly.

“Woke up and you were gone.” You yawned. “Knew you were in here. Has she stirred any?”

He shook his head. “Nah, she’s fast asleep.”

You closed your eyes, his soft breathing a lullaby for you, his body warm and comforting. Eddie still wouldn’t close his eyes, trained on the pink onesie and head of hair that he could see in the dark. Sometimes he cried when he watched her, he wouldn’t dare tell you that, but he did.

“I’m so in love with you.” Eddie squeezed you. “I can’t ever thank you enough for giving me this life. I don’t deserve it.”

“Yes, you do.” You said sleepily. “How many times do I have to say it? You deserve this, us.”

He kissed your forehead, his cheek against your ear. “I never thought I could love anything as much as I do her. It’s terrifying, loving someone so much.”

“I know.” You opened your eyes, finding your daughter in the dark. “It’s so overwhelming, isn’t it? Sometimes I think my heart is going to explode.”

He nodded in agreement, parting his lips in deep thought. That’s it exactly what it felt like. His heart was going to explode. “She’s so perfect, isn’t she? And so small.”

You chuckled, your feet curled up on his thigh. “Thank you. I take most of the credit for that.”

“Honey, you get all the credit.” He smirked. “She’s your exact replica. You can definitely tell she’s your baby.”

“She’s your baby, too, sweetheart.” You looked to him, cupping his cheek. “She may have my hair and my nose, but she’s got your eyes, and that is a telltale sign that she’s your baby.”

His heart warmed at your words, his cheeks blushing in the dark. “Yeah, she does, doesn’t she?”

You smiled tiredly, grabbing his jaw with your fingers to pull his lips down to yours, giving him a sweet, delicate kiss. “You’re a wonderful father, Eddie.”

He rested his forehead against yours. “I’m terrified I’m gonna end up like my old man.”

“Eddie,” You sighed. “I promise you that’s not going to happen.”

It was his worst fear, a nightmare that he feared would eventually come true. He’d drive you away, raise a child that he’d beat and abuse, who would later grow up to hate him. He didn’t want his family to repeat the one he’d had before.

“Hey,” You noticed the swell of his eyes in the dark. “Eddie, look at me, baby.” You held his cheek. “You are not your father. You’re not going to be your father. You’ve got me and her to keep you steady, just like you keep me steady, right? We’re a team. You don’t let me fall, I don’t let you fall.”

He let a tear fall, nodding and whispering a choked yeah. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, kissing his cheek as you held him tightly through the night.

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[p3terparker]

𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆-𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 - 𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗻

𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁: “Hey love, may I please request a fluff where reader and eddie are play wrestling and he accidentally hurts her so he feels so bad and he's apologizing like crazy”

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: eddie accidentally hurts you while play-fighting.

𝘄/𝗰: 0.6k

there was never a moment where you and eddie weren’t laughing or playing around with each other. considering eddie’s playful and lighthearted nature, it was safe to say your relationship wasn’t dull.

“you really think you can keep me pinned down like this?” eddie chuckled in your face, laughing at your attempt to hold him down as you’re on top of him.

“believe it or not munson, you’re not as strong as you thi–” you couldn’t even finish your sentence before he quickly flipped you over so you were now pinned under him.

“what were you saying?” he said smugly, knowing he just proved you wrong.

you weren’t going to let him have that victory.

nudging him with your knee, just enough to make him draw back but not actually hurt him, you quickly got up and ran away laughing knowing that you just escaped him. 

“don’t even bother running, i’m gonna catch you!” you hear him say while chasing you across his trailer.

because of the small size of his trailer, eddie quickly caught up to you and threw you over his shoulder, taking you back to his room.

“let me go!” you say in fits of laughter while playfully kicking your legs and hitting his back.

“as you wish” he said before tackling you onto his bed, accidentally hurting you in the process.

“ow, wait eddie get off for a second. that hurt.” you wince as you massage your shoulder, trying to ease the pain.

“oh my god baby, i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean to hurt you” eddie said with wide eyes as he instantly got off of you and backed away as far as possible.

“it’s okay, it was a quick sting. come back to the bed, i wanna keep playing” you say with a welcoming smile, trying to reassure him that he barely even hurt you.

“it’s not okay, y/n. i was too rough.” he spoke sadly, not daring to come near you or look you in your eyes.

“babe, i swear i was just being dramatic. it didn’t even hurt that bad, i’m really okay. if anything you not coming back to bed with me if hurting me.”

he looks up at you with the saddest puppy-dog eyes and lets you grab his arm and guide you back to his bed. 

“i’m really so sorry. let me at least massage your shoulder” he apologizes again before dragging you into his lap and working his hands over your shoulder which barely even hurts anymore.

“eddie, i already told you that it’s fine, why do you keep apologizing?” you question, letting him do whatever he wishes as long as it will make him feel better.

“because even if it was for a split second, i still hurt you, the queen of my world. the person who i love most.”

“accidents happen. plus, i’m not some fragile doll, you don’t have to beat yourself up over this.”

“you’re still my whole world, though. even if it was an accident i shouldn’t have hurt you. even if you say it’s okay, i still get to spoil you for the rest of the night. we can watch those horrible movies you like, like sixteen candles. i’ll even let you put my hair into two buns like princess leia since you always ask and i never let you.” he says, listing things he would do for you right now that he usually never wants to do.

“who am i to turn that down?” 

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[fbfh]

Relapsing so hard for Eddie Munson right now. Going absolutely bonkers over how clingy he is. How domestic he gets. He's so warm. So soft. He always finds a way to make things fun and playful and flirty and intimate no matter what you're doing. You're trying to do laundry, stretching up on your tiptoes to grab the detergent from the top shelf when Eddie stops you.

"I got it, short stack," he says with a smile before handing you the bottle. It doesn't matter how tall you are, Eddie will always insist on getting things from top shelves and high places for you. It's become so routine you don't even reach for the detergent and dryer sheets anymore, you just accept them from his hands. when your fingers meet for that brief moment, he'll always savor it, brushing his thumb across your soft skin or pressing a kiss to your knuckles. When you're cooking, Eddie usually wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder bc he really does love to watch you cook and be close to you that much. He always gets excited when a new episode of your extra special cooking show premieres, aka when you cook anything. Sometimes when you're walking around the kitchen he'll keep his arms around your waist, matching your footsteps just to hear your sweet giggle and feel close to you. Sometimes he narrates what you do with sound effects to make you laugh.

"Scoop.... scoop.... scoop...."

"Are you done??" You ask with a fake annoyed laugh. Eddie looks over your shoulder at your recipe, then at you and says seriously,

"Nope. You have two scoops left."

God i love this man

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[edddimun]

Traitor

Eddie Munson x gn! reader

(not my gif)

Description: Eddie's sudden change of heart in the upside down results in you trying to save him from the demobats.

Warnings: BLOOD!, mentions of death, near-death experience (but NO DEATH), wounds, swearing, demobats, being in the upside down, ST4 plot (kinda?), MAINLY ANGST!

WC: 2040

A/N: I'm probably (?) going to make a pt.2 but idk how soon though. also excuse the mistakes in this bc I have barely proof read it 💔(I will fix them up soon)

PART 2 - 'Unconfessed yet reciprocated'

Your eyes meet Eddie's, but there was something off as you notice a change in his demeanour as he was attempting to lift himself back through the portal. He halts his ascent and looks at you with loving yet sorry eyes. It hit you like a brick, you knew what he was going to do.

"Don't you fucking do it,"You shout tearfully at Eddie, tears welling up in your eyes knowing he won’t listen to you.

Dustin realises Eddie’s intentions and starts shouting at him to come back. Eddie stays silent, looking back and forth between you and Dustin. But all Eddie could hear were the screeches of the bats and the banging of his trailer doors.

“Please. Eddie. Do it for me, please. Don't do it!" You sob as your tears quickly fall. Eddie's eyes glisten as he watches you cry hysterically. You were unsure of the cause of his sudden shift in heart and intentions. All you wanted was for him to listen and cross the portal.

“I’m sorry.”

He leaps off the rope and uses his homemade spear to cleanly slice it; pushing the mattress to stop you both from plunging back in.

“NO!” You and Dustin scream.

As you see his figure quickly leave your field of vision, you wail in despair and anguish. You knew Eddie was going to die. With tears streaming from his eyes, Dustin cries in desperation. The last thing he wanted was for any of his friends to die, especially Eddie. He recently got closer to him and enjoyed his comfort.

Your thoughts are already occupied with anxiety, to keep Eddie safe, you had to take action. You were aware that Eddie lacked the stamina and strength necessary to defeat the demobats. Eddie was only skilled at playing D&D and the guitar.

Guitar.

You didn’t have much experience with the guitar but Eddie’s taught you the ‘only’ metal song you like, ‘Iron Man’ by Black Sabbath.

“Stay here Dustin.”

“WHAT?” He shouts in response. He holds your wrist to stop you from doing whatever you’re thinking of doing.

“I have to do this for Eddie. Please,” you say trying to hold back your sob. Dustin's eyes crinkle as he starts crying. He's never been more terrified; he doesn't want to lose Eddie or you or both. However, he was aware that you wouldn't abandon Eddie, and Dustin would do the same if he were in your shoes. As he wipes his tears, Dustin releases his grip on your wrist.

“Just stay here okay?” You softly tell Dustin. He nods in response.

You look down into the portal and jump straight in, luckily not injuring yourself but only getting the air knocked out of your lungs. You quickly exit the trailer in an effort to find Eddie. Your eyes catch a glimpse of Eddie riding a bike as forcefully as he could away from the bats. You and Eddie were both in life-or-death situations, but you were willing to accept death if it meant saving Eddie.

You find the ladder on the side of the trailer and hurriedly climb on it. As your feet make it to the top, you find Eddie still biking but you see the struggle in the way his body is moving from side to side, that was until he got knocked off by the bats.

“No. No. No,” you whisper to yourself, you quickly find Eddie’s guitar that was laying down from when he played not too long ago. Putting the guitar strap over your shoulder, you see the bats starting to swarm around Eddie.

Your shoulders tense in fear. Your fingers fiddle against the strings before quickly shutting your eyes and strumming the first power chord as hard as you could.

"Come for me, assholes!" You shout with your whole chest as a few tears slip from your eyes. Eddie's head quickly turns to look in your direction. When he saw you standing on top of the trailer, his blood ran cold. The bats began to slow down around him as their focus shifted to you. Eddie's fear turned into rage. He put his life in danger so you wouldn't die, but now you're about to be demolished by bats.

You continue to painfully and powerfully strum the main riff of ‘Iron Man’ as you see the swarm of bats heading towards your way. Their screeches grow louder and louder. You were prepared to die at this point. There was no one who could save you, and there was no way out. You were doing this to save your friends and, more importantly, your love Eddie. You blissfully reminisce the unforgettable moments you shared with Eddie. Getting high, braiding his hair, cuddling him to sleep, and listening to him ramble on about D&D and Ozzy Osbourne. Though, these thoughts lasted less than two seconds before you were struck by a bat.

“NO!” Eddie's terrifying screams can be heard. You squeal in agonising pain, clutching your arm and letting the guitar dangle from your shoulder. You grab the guitar and hold it by the neck with all your strength, and despite the pain, you manage to hit a few bats with it before one wraps its tail around your neck.

You fall back and gasp for air. Your arm tries to rip the tail off your neck, but a sharp pain on your side stops you, then another in your calf. Your mind begins to blur as you watch a bat fly toward your face. You close your eyes waiting for the pain, but instead, you hear loud simultaneous wails and a thud. No longer feeling pressure around your neck, you start heavily gasping for air.  You open your eyes to see the bodies of the bats, presumed dead on the trailer's roof and on the grass. Pain immediately distracts your thoughts. You slowly raise your head and look down. You notice blood slowly oozing out of you and large patches of blood. Not as bad as you expected. Though you were still in bad shape, you observe a hole in your shirt and flesh ripped from your side. Looking down at your calve, all you see is a deep bite mark. At least, they didn't rip your flesh off. You touch your neck and don't feel any blood, but you do feel tenderness; thank goodness. You sit up and observe the dead bats.

“Y/n! Y/n!” Eddie desperately calls your name. He expected a pool of blood given the number of bats surrounding you, however, it wasn't as much as he expected, but it was still bad. He rushes up to you and notices the gaping gash on your torso and the bite on your calve. He breathes a sigh of relief. Although you were terribly injured, you were not going to die as a result of it. You stare at his eyes, which dart back and forth between your wounds before meeting yours. You were expecting at least some reassurance from Eddie but instead, you were met with his bitter words.

“What the fuck was that for?” He clenches his jaw and looks at you with rage in his eyes. Although you expected his rage, you did not expect it so soon.

His abrupt attitude surprised you. "I should be the one asking you that!" you scoff in the same enraged tone and look away for a second before returning your gaze to him. Your outburst tensed your stomach, triggering your wound. You grunt in pain, pressing your hand against the gash. Eddie notices your distress and unties the bandana from his head, wrapping it around your calve first. He then rips a piece of his shirt and wraps it around your torso, leaving him in an almost cropped hellfire shirt.

“Thanks,” you mutter as he finishes wrapping up your torso. Once he finishes his hands drop to his sides and then rub his face.

“You could’ve died,” he plainly states staring off into the distance. Your eyes then gaze down at your feet.

“You too.”

“Okay, but I needed to y/n. We needed to distract them from the othe-“

“I understand that but I don’t get why you had to do it alone when I could’v-“

“Stop!” Eddie harshly interrupts, now staring at you. You both sit in silence as anger starts bubbling in you.

“Stop what Eddie?! Stop telling you the truth that could have saved your life? You-you could’ve- no you WERE going to die if I didn’t help!” Tears are already falling from your eyes, the sob in your throat being released as you recall the moment of him leaving you and Dustin.

You continue through your cries, “I was about to w-watch your death!”

“Don’t act like I wasn’t going to watch yours!” Eddie shouts at you. He'd never shouted at you, but tears were already streaming down his cheeks.

His mouth quivers, “I thought I watched you die! I watched you fall and I couldn’t see your figure anymore by the number of bats circling your body on top of that trailer!”

You avoid his gaze and stay silent.

“You’re lucky you’re alive,” he whispers as his voice trembles. He grabs your arm and puts it around his shoulder, lifting you up.

Somehow he was able to get you down the ladder and through the portal after comforting Dustin who was weeping to himself rocking back and forth.

As you and Eddie made it through the portal, there was a silence between all of you. Dustin felt this tension but didn’t question it, instead, he tended to you and Eddie’s wounds.

“This is going to hurt okay?” Dustin cautions you as he holds the antiseptic wipe in his hand. You take a deep breath in and nod. Dustin starts wiping your wound, you throw your head against the couch and squeeze your eyes shut. You groan in pain as the stinging continues to grow. Dustin finishes you up and applies a new bandage on you.

“Okay you’re up next,” Dustin turns around and faces Eddie.

“I’ll do it myself,” he replies annoyed.

“Um I don’t think tha-“

“I said I’ll do it myself,” Eddie’s voice rises as he interrupts Dustin.

“Just let the boy do it, Eddie. He knows what he’s doing,” you reply in a vicious tone, annoyed at Eddie’s attitude. You don’t get why he kept denying Dustin’s help when he literally needed it. This was the first time you and Eddie talked to each other since on top of the trailer.

“Who are you to say that?” Eddie questions you.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Did you know what you were doing back there?”

Oh, he got on your last nerve. He took all of your patience away. You both were glaring intensely at each other. After everything that happened, he did not show any sympathy or grace after saving his life but instead he’s mad at you for it?

“What the fuck are you on Munson?” You bitterly ask as your back lifts off the couch.

You continue, “Actually, I did know what I was doing. I was saving your fucking life. But now you’re getting mad at me when you’re the one who left us?” You were so red from the anger you had within you.

You let out a small chuckle, “I-I didn’t want you to die but you’re making me feel like I’m the one at fault here. Don’t get me wrong Eddie, I will never regret saving your life, but it’s like you want me to.”

“So go fuck yourself, Munson.”

You stand up and storm off limping into his room and shutting his door with a loud bang. You sit on a stool beside his bed frame letting all the tears out, just wondering why he wasn’t grateful for you saving his life.

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[onehyperfixationatatime]

I Am In Hell-

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie is dealing with some serious PTSD and survivors guilt after everything that happened over spring break. He’ll do anything to make it all stop.

Warnings: mentions of drugs, alcohol, su!cidal ideation, angry eddie, nightmares, flashbacks. Basically v sad v angsty. Intense.

“Shit shit shit!” Eddie screams in his sleep. It wakes you up and you turn around in the bed to face him. He’s sweating so bad that he’s entirely soaked. This is day ten since he almost died in the upside down. Hopper managed to clear his name, but many people still believe he is the one who committed the murders. The nightmares come every night. It would be a miracle if Eddie was able to get just 4 straight hours of sleep. Everything that happened that week keeps replaying in his mind. Terrorizing him.

His screams get louder and he begins to cry in his sleep. Your heart breaks for him as you gently try to wake him up. “Eddie, Eds, hey,” you say, carefully touching his arm and lightly shaking him. He shoots up, a look of pure terror on his face. Once he realizes that it was a dream, he calms down slightly, but tears continue to run down his face. “I cant do this, I can’t keep living like this. What the fuck, I’m losing it,” Eddie says, bringing his knees to his chest and holding his head in his hands.

“No. Baby after what has happened to you in the last few weeks its no wonder you are going through this. I-I know you’re tired baby… I’m so sorry, I wish there was something i could do. But i love you, and I’m not going anywhere,” you tell him. You pull him closer and pat your lap, signalling for him to lay his head there. He does so, closing his eyes as he gets comfortable again. Only a moment of darkness before the images come back. Chrissy’s death. Like he’s living it all over again. The fear, the terror, the guilt, He makes a wincing sound and squeezes his eyes shut tighter. You run your fingers through his hair and start to hum the tune of a lullaby that your dad used to sing to you as a kid.

Eddie grips the leg of your sweatpants and makes a fist so hard that he begins shaking. On top of everything, he feels guilty that he is even going through this. He hates for you to see him like this. He tried pushing you away, but you refused to leave him. He’s grateful for that, truly. You’re the only thing keeping him from completely losing his mind. It takes a while, but after about ten minutes of you humming and playing with his hair, he finally falls asleep.

_______________________________________________

The next day

Eddie turns the music up as loud as it can go, trying desperately to drown out his thoughts. The flashbacks, the voice in the back of his head that is driving him insane, the anxiety, the guilt, all of it. He snorts a line of snow off of his textbook, throwing his head back and groaning. He usually doesn’t touch this shit, but right now he would do anything to make it all stop. He has been smoking so much weed that his tolerance has built up to the point where he doesn’t even get that high anymore, and he’s desperate.

He feels a sudden intense pain everywhere he was bitten by the demobats, remembering it like it was happening again. “Son of a bitch!” he screams as the pain subsides. He has all of the shades in the trailer drawn, and the music is so loud he can barely hear himself think.

You get out of your car and walk up to Eddie’s trailer, hearing the music from the second you got out. “What the hell?” You walk in just in time to see Eddie snorting another line. Rushing over to the stereo you turn the music down. “Eddie? What are you doing? W-Why are you…” you motion to him and the textbook in front of him. “What?! Why am I what?! I think I have earned the goddamn right to take the edge off okay?” he says sharply. He didn’t intend for that to sound as rude as it did.

“Every single day I relive it. Every single night-,” he stops, grabbing his beer off of the table and finishing it. You now notice the many empty beer bottles around the room. “I don’t want to feel this way anymore, okay? The voices in my head are driving me INSANE. The guilt, the fear, the pain. Why couldn’t you and Dustin just let me die there?!” he yells, throwing the bottle at one of the walls.

“Eddie, I love you, please stop. I know you're going through a lot right now-” he cuts you off, “NOPE, No, you don't know anything. I-I’m cursed. This- I can’t live like this. Paranoid, on edge, in fucking agony every goddamn day,” he says, starting to cry. He sits on the couch, propping his elbows on his knees and holding his head in his hands.

“I AM IN HELL, OKAY? Just- just go.”

“No. I’m not leaving you, Eddie. You need somebody right now, so stop trying to push me away,” you tell him, stepping closer. You reach out to place a hand on his shoulder, but from the mix of drugs, alcohol, and sleep deprivation, for a moment he sees Chrissy when he looks at you. He jumps away from you to the other end of the ouch. “Get out, just-” he closes his eyes tightly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “JUST GET THE FUCK OUT!” he screams. His tone and the sound of dark anger in his voice hits a nerve with you, and you look down, tears falling down your cheeks as you nod, leaving the trailer and slamming the door behind you.

“FUCK,” he screams angrily. He’s not mad at you, and he didn't mean to snap at you. He is angry with himself. He moves to turn the music up again and takes a seat on the couch, cracking open another beer.

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[sweeterthansammy]

EDDIE MUNSON - SMUT DRABBLE - SUB TO DOM

WARNINGS: Eddie comes across a porno, nothing too in-depth about Eddie being a sub, unprotected sex (seriously wear condoms), degrading, rough sex, clit pinching :D, hints of overstimulation, the nickname "daddy", kinda mean Eddie

A/N: Not proofread. No gender-specific pronouns. Reader has female anatomy. I've been thinking about this all day 😀

When you and Eddie first start dating, everything was kept rather vanilla in the bedroom. Until you surprise him one night after a night out with your friends. You took the reigns and from there on, your sexual fantasies were carried out. However, it simply remained that way - you taking the lead and making poor Eddie do things he never thought he would be doing.

Eddie had gone to the library to work on a paper that he absolutely needed to complete to graduate this year. He looked around at the half-empty library, the previous user of the computer leaving their browser open. Eddie was not new to the world of sex whatsoever, which is why when he stumbled across a particular video on the browser, his interest was beyond piqued.

You'd been exhausted, to say the least. These were your last couple of weeks in high school before you graduate and the number of exams you'd taken was undoubtedly strenuous. Eddie was nothing but an absolute sweetheart at that time. It wasn't as if he weren't a sweetheart all the time but he spent even more time buttering you up.

Eventually, Eddie grew tired of you constantly studying instead of giving him at least a full minute of your attention.

He slotted himself behind you on your bed, allowing his fingers to tease the waistband of your shorts.

"Eddie," you murmured.

He hushed you rather abruptly, slipping his large sweatshirt over your head before peppering your neck in a series of kisses. Your gears started grinding oober quick, rotating on your bottom to face him.

"Ten minutes and that's it."

Without waiting any further, you pushed him back against your mattress, immediately grazing your cunt over his jean-clad crotch. You continued like this for just a few, slipping both of your bottoms off just enough to ride him. The second your hips started swiveling against his, flashbacks of that video came back to him.

A feeble blonde laid at the center of her bed, her roommate pounding her mercilessly. His balls slapped the curve of her ass with every rut of his hips, her tits bouncing aimlessly as well. Tears streamed down her face as she was forced into a mating press, an orgasm approaching her for the umpteenth time.

"Bet your boyfriend's gonna walk in at any moment. Should show him how his girl takes my cock like an absolute slut. You like this, don't you, you fuckin' whore?"

The commentary was what made the video top-notch. Eddie didn't think he had it in him to degrade you but he was willing to sweep you off your feet...literally.

Eddie was moving an awful lot much to your dismay, making you whine when he wouldn't stop.

"Baby, stop moving, or else I stop."

"I don't think so, sweetheart."

Eddie gripped onto your thighs as he sat up with you. Throwing you onto your back, the confusion in your eyes did nothing but excite him.

"Eddie?"

It seemed as though all color had left his eyes, his pupils dilating as he began to thrust into you at a rather hasty pace.

"Fuck- Eds!"

Pushing your knees up to your ears, he refused to let his pace falter. With his elbows digging into the plush of your thighs, one hand dropped to your clit while the other enclosed itself around your throat.

You had to be dreaming...right?

When his fingers pinched your clit, it was clear to you that you wouldn't be here for just ten minutes.

"C'mon, baby. You can take it, right?"

You could only nod, a burning ache shooting up your thighs.

"'f course you can, my greedy little slut."

The way you clenched at his words was enough to let Eddie know that you were beyond okay with the degrading. The sound of his balls clapping against your ass drove him wild, his lips finding themselves in a sloppy entanglement with yours.

"Is my little bitch gonna come for me?"

"Y-yes," you stuttered.

"'Yes' who?"

"Yes, Eds- fuck!"

His fingers found your clit again, pinching without mercy.

"Try again, sweetheart."

"Fuck, 'm gonna come, daddy!"

"Then come for me, baby."

Your words came out with a stream of tears, your mouth falling open as your orgasm finally hit you. You perched yourself onto your elbows, staring up at the brunette.

"Holy fuck, Eds-"

"I'm not done with you, sweetheart.

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[bruisedboys]

thinking of eddie munson in the morning. with his blue checkered boxers and white socks. ugh. raspy morning voice, tired droopy smile. he definitely smothers you in kisses as soon as he’s awake whether or not you are.

omg aerial. I am thinking many thoughts. here’s a little blurb to satisfy both our needs 🫶🏽

fem!reader

“Sweetheart?”

You hear Eddie before you see him, his raspy, sleep-ridden voice carrying from the hallway. You grin to yourself and a moment later he emerges, hair all a mess, completely shirtless with his tattoos on full display, clad in only his boxers and a pair of mismatching socks. He looks pretty like this, barely awake, his tired eyes searching for you.

“Hi, Eds,” you greet quietly, spatula in hand.

Eddie squints at said spatula. “You’re not making breakfast again, are you?” He lifts his narrowed eyes to you. “Thought I told you to stop doing that.”

You roll your eyes. “I want to make you breakfast, dummy.” You turn back to your eggs frying on the stove. Eddie has this idea that you should never have to so much as lift a finger for him, despite the fact you’ve been together for a while now. “That’s what girlfriends do.”

Eddie grumbles and strides across the kitchen to wrap you up confidently. His arms push under yours and his chin comes to rest on your shoulder, your faces side by side. His hands slot over your stomach.

“Get off me, Eds,” you say, with a lot less heat than you intended. “The eggs are gonna burn.”

Eddie ignores you and instead turns his head to plant a kiss on your cheek. What follows is a smothering of sleepy kisses all over the side of your face, your neck, your shoulder and your ear. He’s still half asleep, so his mouth is sloppy and hot as it works along your skin. By the time he’s done your face is burning and you’re giggling like a schoolgirl.

“Eddie!” You chide, breathless and laughing. You throw your spatula down and grab at his arms which are still locked tightly around your waist. You pry him off, turning on your heel to face him, holding his wrists firmly so he doesn’t try anything.

“What?” He asks mock innocently. His bare chest heaves and a charming grin graces his lips.

You scoff. “You know exactly what.”

Eddie shakes his head, wild hair flying, and lifts one toned shoulder. “Can’t say I do, pretty girl.”

Pretty girl. You almost die on the spot. Eddie must sense this because he moves closer and gives you a droopy smile. You try to keep your eyes off his chest, you really do, but he’s so gorgeous, and his inked up skin is like an art piece in a museum to you. You follow a black train of ink from his stomach, up one of his pecs and over his shoulder. Eddie, unbeknownst to you, is a burning furnace under your gaze.

“M’eyes are up here, sweetheart,” he quips.

Your eyes snap to his. Caught red handed. “Shut up,” you grumble.

Eddie just grins all Cheshire-cat like and leans in for a kiss. His mouth works at yours until you’re opening up and breathing him in and letting him kiss you dizzy. It’s the kind of kiss that makes you forget where you are, all sloppy and sweet and love drunk. You think you could stay like this forever.

When you pull away, the eggs are burnt to a crisp in the frying pan. You can’t say you care all that much.

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[taintedcigs]

don't mind me i'm just thinking about eddie who woke up in the middle of the night as soon as he felt you leaving his side, his hands frantically searching for you on the other side of the bed, a groan leaving his lips as his fingertips meet with the coldness of the once warm sheets. he quickly drags himself out of bed, pouting like a child, stumbling into the kitchen. the dimly lit lights make him groan again as he falters his way towards you, a smile creeping upon his lips as he sees you leaning against the counter, spoon in hand, devouring a pint of ice cream.

'honey...' he lowly calls out for you, making you jump, 'you scared the shit outta me, eds.' you murmur, giving him a warm chuckle. he doesn't hesitate as he hurries toward you, pulling you into a tight embrace as a squeak escapes your lips, your touch alone engulfing him in warmth and he sighs contently, worries fading away now that he has you in his arms. 'what are you doing up?' you ask, head pressing against his chest. 'my personal heater went away.' he pouts smothering you with kisses.

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[acourtofsnakes]

Beneath The Clouds - Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Summary: A warm spring day seems like the perfect time to relax with Eddie and listen as he reads to you. He'd do anything for you, after all.

Warnings: None, really! Mention of food, some sadness here and there but pretty much safe for all. That being said, my blog is 18+ anyways. Oh, and utter sweetness with our boy that deserved so much better.

Word count: 1.4k - This is super short for me. I did it guys. I finally wrote something short(ish)

A/N: so, after a lot, and i mean a lot, of yearning with @ghostwiththemostbitch , I finally hopped aboard the Eddie train.

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It was one of those lazy spring days in Hawkins, where everything felt slower, less rushed.

The sun shone in a clear sky, beaming down in such a way it felt more like summer, but with a cool breeze that smelled of flowers and fresh green things.

The trailer park was near empty, parents at work and kids off playing elsewhere since it was spring break. They were enjoying the freedom, working off the pent-up energy from school.

Which worked out perfectly, because that left peace and quiet for you and Eddie to enjoy.

He was sitting on a patch of grass, his upper body leaning against the seat of one of the weather-worn benches, legs spread out before him to accommodate a space for you own body.

You were on your back, between his denim-clad thighs with your head resting against his lower belly.

It was complete bliss.

Nothing to think about.

No monsters to chase. No school to worry about.

It was the sun, the breeze and the feel of Eddie’s ringed fingers gently carding through your hair as he read to you from pages of Lord of The Rings.

Eddie was an excellent reader. Built for it really, so no wonder he was Dungeon Master. His flair for the dramatic made him a master storyteller, whether it was someone else’s work, or his own.

There was a Hellfire Club meet later this evening, actually, but right now you had Eddie all to yourself. And you were very much glad for that.

“You have been much too careless so far. Very well! I will tell you what I know and leave the reward to you. You may be glad to grant it, when you have heard me.”

His voice was like liquid as it flowed over the words, reading them with familiar ease, tone shifting and changing whenever there was a new character.

And even though you’d read it before, his dictation felt like the first time all over again, painting words in your mind of The Shires, of adventures and rings, of wizards and friendship.

You almost believed that you would be right there with them if you opened your eyes.

Eddie turned the page, the gentle rustle and brush of his fingertips on the paper, “‘Go on then!’ said Frodo. ‘What do you know?’”

He dropped his voice, turning it darker, “Too much; Too many dark things.’ Said Strider grimly.”

A faint smile graced your lips, body sunken into the grass, head carefully cradled against his belly which rose and fell softly in time with his breath.

God.

You could stay here forever. Anywhere with Eddie, be it on the grass reading or off somewhere with the others.

He was your happiness, as much as you were hiss. Keeping each other stable and present in the dark moments and beating back the fear and pain when you couldn’t do it yourself.

A gentle tug to your hair stirred you from your daydream, “Hey, you better not be falling asleep whilst I’m up here blowing your mind with my reading skills.” Eddie’s voice slipped from its rippling cadence, instead turning teasing, a tone you loved so much.

You laughed softly, the sound as warm as the sun above you and you peeped an eye open to peer upside down at the handsome face above yours.

Big brown eyes looked down at you from over the book, ever so expressive, especially with an eyebrow raised and his main of curly hair that you itched to braid. He was so pretty.

“I’m not sleeping! Like I could ever fall asleep listening to you.” You grinned at him, watching as his eyebrow raised more.

“Baby, you fell asleep the last time you were here, I didn’t even get past chapter five before you were snoring your head off. I couldn’t even hear myself think.” He sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes as he dropped his attention back to the book.

You scowled playfully at him, lifting your hand to thwap the spine of the book so it hit him in the face, “You are an asshole, Eddie Munson.”

Eddie flinched, dropping the book and he stared at you for a moment, before gasping and throwing a hand to his chest, “You wound me, my lady!!! How could you say such heartless words, when I know you don’t mean them!” He dropped his head into the bench, letting out a fake sob, “Oh, the horror!!! I shall never recover from this fatal wound you have bestowed upon me.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes, throwing a hand into the grass, “My boyfriend is more dramatic than me. How will I live with this, huh?” You sighed playfully, shaking your head against his belly.

He whined, still flopped back on the bench, “Now she claims to have trouble with me!!! Oh, the pain. The horror!!!” He pretended to pull the imaginary dagger from his chest and pass out, tongue lolling and arms flopped out to the side.

You snorted, laughing from his lap and you gazed at the few puffs of cloud above you, “You are such a dork. You’re lucky I love you, Eddie.”

Eddie lifted his head from the bench seat, looking over your face with this look like…. Like he still couldn’t believe you were his.

That you loved him, all his weirdness and extravagance and unpredictability.

You didn’t care what anyone else thought or said. You saw who he was, who he really was.

The sweetest soul who had been dealt a really shitty hand in life, who was outcast by the people who wanted to be friends with who had built a shell of cocky armour to hide what lay beneath.

Love. Joy. A way of looking at the world and seeing the magic even when it seemed dark and lonely.

You saw Eddie, and you loved every part. And that was the greatest gift you could ever have given him.

He tilted his head slightly as he gazed at you with that burning love in his dark eyes, so deep his pupil seemed to blend with the rich brown and then he curled his body over, pressing his lips to yours, upside down.

His hand strayed up and rested beneath your chin, the metal of his rings warmed by your skin and the sun. “I love you too, sweetheart.” He murmured it against your lips, a whisper into the kiss.

You melted instantly, lifting a hand to gently thread through the curls at the back of his head, the taste of him sweet and heady on your tongue as your lips gently moulded to each other.

Some of the kisses were fierce and hungry, others intended to burn through each other’s body in a slow fire, but these ones were just as beautiful.

Warm, unhurried, melting like candy floss on your tongue and chasing away the dark.

He leaned back, just enough to peck your nose and then your lips again as he hummed against them, mind already on a different path, “Can we go get ice cream?” He lifted his head again to look back down at you, puppy dog eyes and all.

Like you’d ever say no to him anyway.

You rose from his lap, turning so you sat cross legged facing him and you slid your hand through his, bringing it up to kiss his rings, “Of course we can. But I want a promise in return.”

Eddie’s eyes focused intently on you, his head dipping slightly to show his devotion, “Anything. Name it and it’s yours.” He was fully truthful on that too. He would do anything for you, no matter what.

He didn’t even bat an eyelid that time you both got high and somehow wound up tattooing your initials somewhat wobbly over his heart.

In fact, it was his favourite tattoo, and sometimes he pulled his shirt aside just to look at it, your name seared over his hearted to match where you were firmly held within.

You beamed against his knuckles, resting your chin on them for a second, “Will you read to me again when we get back?” God, you were so in love with him.

His smile softened into something you knew only you saw, his free hand coming up and he brushed a knuckle over your cheek and your neck, “Oh, baby, I’ll read to you every single day for the rest of our lives.”

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[cosmal]

Feelin Funny | Eddie Munson

Summary :: Eddie, your drug dealer, comes and picks you up from a party when you smoke something different.

Warnings/Tags :: gn!reader, though nickname sweetheart is used, reader smokes weed, mentions of laced drugs, mentions of drugs obvi

“Eddie?”

The sound of your small, slightly slurred voice over the crackling sound of Eddie’s landline has him fisting at his eyes with little care, trying his best to wake completely to comprehend you.

“Yeah?” His voice is croaky and drenched in sleep, so he clears his throat to repeat himself, “Y/N? You okay?”

He hears a little ruffling and then a loud crack like you’d drop the receiver. He then hears a few shits and fucks, followed by your voice again, a little clearer than last, “Where are you?”

He laughs a little. Obviously, he was at home, you had called his home phone. But then he becomes a little worried, “At home, sweetheart. Why you calling? It’s 1am.”

Not that he had it in him to mind, he welcomed it in fact. He loved when you called, even though it was rare, usually when you wanted to score or when you’d want to come over for something. You were his favourite person he sold drugs to, but a 1am call? That had never happened before.

“I’m at this party,” You mumble through a hiccup, “I smoked something and I…” You trail off and Eddie can feel his heart pickup in its cage.

“What’d you smoke?” Eddie clutches the black telephone cord in his hand, twirling it around his fingers anxiously.

“Jus’ weed.” More hiccuping, “I feel really funny though. Not like usual. Feel dizzy.”

“You drink anything?” Eddie knows all too well what happens if you drink any alcohol before smoking. It was a rule you probably shouldn’t break.

“No,” You mumble a reply, “Can you come get me? I’m r-really tired and the people here are weird.”

Eddie pushes himself up off the wall, wedging the receiver between his ear and shoulder and moves to toe his shoes on, “Where are you, Y/N?”

You ramble off an address as Eddie fishes for his keys from the bowl on the table by the door, cursing when he fumbles and drops them to the floor, "Shit, okay, Y/N. I'll be there in five. Just go find a bathroom and sit down. Okay?"

He hears you mumble something that sounds like okay, before the piercing sound of the hang-up dial tone is ringing down the line. He curses, letting the receiver fall from his hand and weakly spring back towards the wall before he's rushing out to his van.

Eddie arrives on the street you gave him, the party not hard to find throughout the small number of houses cluttering the cul-de-sac. He parks his van, almost halfway up the curb, slamming his door behind him as he stalks up the path.

A range of technicolour lights spew from the house's windows, plastic cups and a discarded deck of cards litter the front lawn and he struggles to hear himself think when he walks through the door. The smell of stale beer and sour tequila welcomes him when he pushes past a group of people in the front hallway. He's thankful that the party is clearly too busy for anyone to question why he's there.

Which allows him to look for you without any interruptions. The first bathroom he stumbles across, you're not there. He's too anxious to find you to even think about what he did find in there, however.

Lucky for him, he finds you in the next. You're sat on the lidded toilet, elbow propped on the basin beside you, head resting in your palm. You're half slumped over, eyes flittering to keep yourself awake.

He walks over to you, kneeling down at your feet, his hands coming to rest on your bare knees. "Hey," Eddie whispers, squeezing the flesh of your thighs.

"Hey," You echo, sitting up against the cold ceramic of the toilet, eyes struggling to stay open. "Eds." You mumble.

Eddie would've found the nickname endearing if the state of you didn't have him a worrying mess, "Can you open your eyes for me, sweetheart?"

You do, a funny smile against your lips. A great juxtaposition to the ghost of a frown across your eyebrows, "Feelin' funny, Eddie." You whine, leaning forward to dip your head under his chin to lean against his chest.

"Did someone give you something? Something that wasn't pot?" Eddie knows you don't take any other drugs. You only ever came to him for weed. He also knows that with the way you're acting, it definitely wasn't from anything milder than that.

"No, only smoked a joint." You hiccup, resting your hands atop his own to squeeze them. He turns them palm up, allowing you to entangle your fingers through his.

Eddie thinks maybe your joint was laced with something. And when you suddenly turn to throw up in the bathtub, a wretched sound erupting from your chest as you splutter and cough. He knows it definitely was.

"Fuck," He murmurs, standing behind you to hold your hair behind your shoulders as you throw up again, gripping the edge of the tub. You wipe at the corner of your mouth, straightening your back to lean back against his thighs.

"You gonna go again?" Eddie asks, tucking your hair behind your ears. Moving to cup your cheeks with his hands, your skin white hot under his touch. He frowns when you shiver against him.

"No," You sniffle. "Can you take me home, Eds?"

"Course." Eddie mumbles, helping you to your feet, arms situated under your armpits as you find your footing against cold black and white tiles. He moves to pinch your nose clean, wiping the mess on his shirt, hooking his arm around your torso to hold you to his side and help you out to his van.

You're slightly staggering when you're moving throughout the house, mumbling something about how thankful you are that your favourite drug dealer has come to help you out. It's only because you're so out of it, and desperately needing his help to stand on two feet, that he fights the urge to walk around the party and find out who gave you the weed in the first place.

When he stops momentarily to look at a guy in the corner of the sitting room with a tin like his, more full of tiny white-powdered bags than it is weed, you're pulling on his pyjama shirt to get him to hurry up.

"Eds, c'mon."

"Yeah, sorry bub."

He finally gets you into his van, clipping you into the passenger seat. He makes sure you're comfortable and as soon as he shuts your door, you're curling up, resting your head against the cold glass of the window.

The trip to your house is thankfully a quick one and when he looks over to see you shivering against the leather of his seat, he's sure to make it even quicker. He's pulling up your drive in record timing, moving around to your door to help you out.

Your footing is much more stable than last as he helps you manoeuvre through your house. Even though it's one you could probably do with your eyes closed, you bump into chairs and bookcases as you beeline for your bedroom. Eddie winces when you bang your hip into a table corner. You, on the other hand, seem to not even feel it. You were sure to in the morning, though.

Eddie steers you up the stairs, holding his breath when you almost lose your balance. He's confused about how you can still stumble around even though he has his arms firmly situated around you.

He finally gets to your room, sitting you firmly down on your bed. You look up at him with droopy eyes and a lopsided smile and he feels his breath catch in his throat, "You okay? Not gonna throw up again?"

"No, feelin' 'bit better." You yawn, fisting at your eyes with little care, "Wanna go to sleep, though."

"Sounds like an idea."

Eddie moves to your dresser, fumbling through drawers to find something that looked like pyjamas. He, himself, usually went for whatever clean shirt he could find and a pair of boxers, but he was sure that wouldn't do for you. He eventually found a pair of shorts and a matching shirt, glancing over his shoulder almost every ten seconds to make sure you were okay and hadn't passed out or fallen off the bed.

He stands back in front of you, clothes extended in his hand, "These do?" He chuckles.

You hum when he hands them to you and then you both pause, seemingly thinking the same thing, "Will you help?"

"Yeah."

He moves to pull your shirt off, not roughly but quick enough to not make you uncomfortable with him manhandling you, half naked and half inebriated. He pulls your pyjama shirt over your head, hair a mess when it ruffles over your face. He moves to brush it from your eyes, smiling when you look up at him over his hands.

He helps you into your pants, laughing when you grip the back of his thighs for purchase, almost falling back into the mattress.

He pulls back your covers and helps you under them, pulling them over your curled-up body. He moves to turn on your lamp and stops when you grab his hand, "Eddie?"

"Yeah?" He turns to look at you. You seem to be feeling better than earlier, though still looked tired. That was a given, he thinks.

"Thank you." You wrinkle your nose, pushing down into your pillow, "For coming to get me. It means a lot, I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't been there."

"Hey, it's no big deal. Call me whenever you need anything. I'm there." He smiles softly, brushing the hair from your face, and thumbing the dark semi-circles under your eyes. He hopes you know what he means, even though you're still a little drowsy. Call me whenever you need anything, weed or not.

You lean into his touch, "I think picking up high customers is well beyond your pay grade." You laugh and he relaxes. Finally, he'd heard that stupidly cute noise for the first time that night. He knows you're definitely feeling better.

"Hey, you're not just some customer. We're friends, right?" He laughs.

"Oh, I'd hope so." You sigh, "You're definitely more than just my favourite drug dealer."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, favourite hair holder as well." You giggle. He laughs too, a soft, airy noise that makes your eyes flutter closed momentarily.

"You gonna be okay if I leave you here, hm?" Eddie asks.

"You can stay if you want." You smile, and Eddie thinks he can see a glimmer of hope behind your eyes.

"You sure?"

"Sure," You squeeze his hand, "Unless it's too late after hours? Too below your pay grade?" You smile.

"Way above." He laughs, toeing his shoes off at the edge of your bed, "Way, way above."

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[hornyhornyhimbos]

head empty, no thoughts, other than eddie eating you out ♡

18+ duh, afab!reader, nicknames (baby, pretty baby, good girl), 0.3K, not beta read, inspired by this

you've been here for an hour, on your back, legs spread the perfect length apart, so utterly spent from at least seven orgasms. or at least that's how many you remember. you sorta lost count, all things considered.

your legs, sticky with sweat, are dangling over eddie's shoulders, your hands stuck in his hair because you're not sure you have the strength to move them. "ed-" you manage to get out, just as his tongue brushes your sweet spot.

"shhh," he coos, "i know, baby." his tongue works even harder at you, and you swear he's writing munson with the tip of it, and it only makes you that much wetter for him.

you can feel your orgasm approaching, your toes curling into the bare skin of his back. "ed-die, i-i" you stutter, your chest heaving.

"i know it, pretty baby," he says, "but just think. two more and we'll have broken our record. ok?"

he dives back in, and almost immediately, your eyes scrunch together in pleasure, your climax hitting you like a wave of both relief and want. "ed-dieeee!" you scream, fisting the soaked sheets around you.

his mouth shifts to focus on your bud, his middle and index fingers easily slipping into you as he does. you want to tell him that the overstimulation is just too much, but that would be a lie. anything eddie did to your body was pure heaven, and saying otherwise would be a lie to both him and yourself.

"hhhhnnnggg fu-uck," you let out, prompting him to stop for just a moment. he pulls away, leaving a soft kiss on your sensitive mound, then another one just underneath your belly button.

"i know it, baby," he says again, looking up at you through dark eyes and even darker eyelashes, "you're being such a good girl f'me, aren't you?"

the only response you can let out is a gasp as his fingers dive back into your hole, a sight he could look at all day. only your pussy could swallow him absolutely perfectly like that.

"that's it, baby. i know it," he whispers, his tongue jutting out to lick at your clit. "you can do it, just one more. for me, ok?"

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