#eddie munson headcannons

[madelynraemunson]

do not — under ANY circumstances — think about trusting eddie with the remote to your vibrator.

because that fucker would be a menace about it, switching it on at the most inconvenient times when you’re in public… just to illicit some sort of response from you.

like turning on setting #1 in the middle of the grocery aisle, while you’re bent over and looking at the produce. he'd watch you jolt back up and shoot him a disapproving glare, all while doing your best not to cum right on the spot.

"clean up on aisle seven," eddie would joke.

and he'd do setting #2 when you two are out with friends. maybe you're laughing at one of harrington's jokes a little too hard and eddie can't find himself to admit that he's just a little bit jealous. so out of retaliation, setting #2 would serve as a blissful reminder from the night before, when eddie was tonguing you to tears on the kitchen island, his thick fingers pulsing in and out of you while you desperately ride his face, your body shaking and dumbing out more and more with every euphoric shockwave into your clit.

“you okay?” steve asks you when he hears the fortified moan marinating at the back of your throat.

“yeah,” you pant, knees bucking as you grip onto the corner of the table for dear life. “just hit my knee on the table, that's all.”

setting #3 is abrupt. unforgiving. you’re doing something as simple as laundry; but the way you strut around the house in your messy bun has him in so much heat that eddie needs you back in bed. or on the couch. or any piece of furniture in the house really.

and when you dart into the master bedroom, you're stunned to see your husband laying on his bed, lazily stroking his stiff cock with blissed-out hooded eyes as he watches his muse grow more frustrated with him, hands on your hips at the doorway.

"really, eds?" you hiss, though towards the end of your plea, it melts into a moan. "i know what you're doing and it's not going to work."

"looks like i gotta get more creative then," he quips, smirking to himself as if he's got... quite literally... something up his sleeve. "you down to try setting #4?"

confused, as there are only three settings, you ask him,

"what's setting #4?"

"you're looking at it," he comments cockily.

do NOT think about it…

or do. idc.

divider @mikeykuns

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[kitmon]

Get Into The Groove | Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie finds you dancing while you’re home alone and, unsurprisingly, the sight has him careening into the bottomless gorge that is loving you all over again.

Pairing: Eddie Munson (Stranger Things, 2022) x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Tags: allusions to sexy times 18+ only, no actual smut, FLUFF cuz I’m a sucka for it, established relationship, reader is explicitly referred to as “girl” and “woman”

Author’s Note: Just an itty bitty thing that came to me a while ago that I jotted down in between work and school :P hope you like it! And if you’d like to enhance the experience listen to Into the Groove by Madonna and Wango Tango by Ted Nugent!

There are few things that Eddie Munson looks forward to in life: a well-planned D&D campaign, a perfectly rolled joint— the premium shit— and getting home to you.

He whistles to himself as he skips up the steps of his trailer, chains and leather creaking with each step he takes and every key he flips in his hand. The entire day he had been anticipating this moment, just as he does every weekday, where he can come home to a warm and secluded trailer, see you and kiss you the same way he did before he left to work— deep and passionate and long enough to make you dizzy— and sink into his worn-in spot on the couch with you under his arm. He smiles at the comforting thought as he pushes the door in, humming under his breath as he steps inside. 

He drops his keys into the ceramic bowl near the door with a clink before he begins peeling his jacket and vest off. His arm is halfway in and out of his jacket as his ears perk at the music trailing down the hall from his room. He finishes shrugging his jacket off, tossing it over the La-Z-Boy before he stalks towards his room, taking care to cushion his steps. As he gets closer he can make out the faint synth and the clap of the drum machine; it’s Madonna, he realizes.

He dips his head to peek through the slit between the door and the frame, eyes glowing with mirth as a wide grin consumes his face.

Only when I’m dancing can I feel this free…

He hadn't expected to find this upon coming home. You’re usually stretched out across the sofa or his bed, mentally marking the bubbles of a quiz inside a Cosmo that Nancy let you borrow or smiling to yourself as you flip through the pages of one of your bodice ripper romances. Instead, from his vantage point, he can see you singing along to the tape that you’ve popped into his stereo, sipping a black cherry Tab as you skip around his room tidying up the cluttered space. You pick up discarded clothes from his floor, pinching that lacy number he stripped off of you that morning and dangling it over your pointer finger as you absentmindedly twirl it around before tossing it into the hamper.

Tonight I’m gonna dance with someone else…

As the song builds to its chorus you drop the clothes you're working with, take one more gulp of your soda and start bobbing your head and shaking your hips. With the way you sway, he can't help but admire how your frame fits under one of his ragged sleep shirts. Your legs are bare and enticing as you prance around with only your underwear on underneath, the reliable lilac pair that you wear flashing at him with every punctuated glide you make down your legs before flipping your hair back. 

Get into the groove,

Boy you’ve got to prove,

Your love to me…

Your voice picks up in confidence and volume. Even if you're not classically trained, you make up for the wavering notes and shifting keys with your enthusiasm as you stomp about his room, shaking your head and shifting your hair as you swivel and cock your hips in a way that has Eddie swooning against the door frame. The door kicks open wider as he watches you, tongue licking at his canine in amusement and adoration.

Your singing subdues into little mumbled harmonies and a few enunciated riffs as you drag your hands from your thighs up your rocking body, your fingers catching the hem of your shirt and lifting it over your ass to offer just a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it glimpse. You writhe like a charmed snake in a wicker basket, your hands meeting over your head as you slither in mesmerizing forms.

You fall away from your dance but maintain the skip in your step and the nod in your head as you bend over and snatch a pair of Eddie's boxers from the floor. You twirl in place, boxers held to your chest as you get lost in the music, shifting your feet to twist you around, eyes closed blissfully.

“At night I lock the doors, where no one else can see— AH!”

You scream, chucking the boxers at Eddie’s head as you’re startled. He ducks as the garment soars over his head and he laughs at your reaction.

“Jesus, sweetheart! You almost took me out with my own drawers!”

“Eddie!” You scold, with wide eyes and a small crinkle between your brows, “You scared the shit out of me!”

You’re clutching your chest with one hand as your breath relaxes but your eyes screw up in mild anger at the fact that he snuck up on you.

“M’sorry! Didn’t want to interrupt the show.”

You groan, your hands crawling over your face as you wince, “You saw that?”

Eddie steps towards you, soothing your embarrassment by rubbing at your arms.

“Mm-hmm, and, if I may say so,” he leans in to whisper into your ear, “it was very sexy.”

You sputter out a giggle at him before taking your hands and pulling at the loose thread along the collar of his t-shirt— perhaps you’re the reason all of his shirts have holes along the collar.

“Of course you would find it sexy,” you tease as your fingers migrate upwards to play with the ends of his hair. “You could watch me floss my teeth and get a semi.”

“Can you blame a guy?” He laughs, wrapping his arms around your waist to draw you closer. “With a girl as smokin’ as you, it’s impossible to keep the little guy down.”

You snort, letting your head fall into his chest as he strokes your hair.

You bask in the silence for a moment, the two of you shuffling your feet and breathing each other in. The song’s ended by now and moved on to another poppy dance number that fades into the background.

“Think you can teach me some of those moves?” He questions into your hairline.

You hum, a smile coating the sound as you lean back to look into his eyes.

“I dunno, don’t think you’re limber enough to pull off some of these crazed gyrations of this rock generation.”

He smiles down at you, leaning close enough to nip at your lips, “I’ll have you know I’m a proper Johnny Castle, baby.” His smile gives way to a contemplative yet amused shape, “And did you just quote Ted Nugent to me?”

You nod your head as a wide grin splits across your face.

“Oh, you don't know what you do to me, woman!”

You squeal as he hoists you up and throws you onto his bed, your head falling back against his pillows as you laugh from the excitement of it. You fall into soft hums of laughter that slip past your throat as Eddie follows you down and climbs up your body, nipping at your calves and thighs, pushing his nose against the hem of your— well, his shirt— to reveal that worn lilac cotton that you make look like a whole Victoria’s Secret set.

“And I’ll show you dancing, I’m quite skilled at Zee Wango, Zee Tango.”

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[porchlightfairy]

Eddie, half asleep: ima put a baby in you

You look over at him and frown: what did you just say?

Eddie: *snore* mimimimi

You: No, Eddie! What the fuck did you just say?!

Eddie: *still pretending to sleep*

You: *murmurs* fucking dickhead

#cami speaks #eddie x reader #eddie munson headcannons #eddie munson x reader #eddie x you #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson x you

[m0chaminx]

Can you do Eddie Munson smut hc? Please?

*•.¸♡Request : Can you do Eddie Munson smut hc? Please?

*•.¸♡𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : Smut obv, ring kink (?), pet names, dirty talk, mentions of rough sex

*•.¸♡Paring : Eddie Munson x GN!reader

please note if you're reading this after ST4 comes out - please note I wrote this on the first of may :)

First of all, Eddie is a switch. Yes, he's a tough '80s metalhead who can and will rail you into next week, but he is also shy and needs to be taken care of

If Eddie sees you in his hellfire t-shirt or his leather jacket, expect to clear your schedule for the next hour

Eddie's hand will grip your wrists, the other trailing around your hips

He'll cover your thighs and chest with marks

He was shy, to begin with, not even being confident enough to kiss you. Once he started though, oh. my. god

His hands would touch and grab every piece of you he could

And I mean, his hands. He plays the guitar, his fingers are strong and skilful

and the rings, the rings... the marks they make when they pinch your skin, he kisses over them holding down your hips

Eddie wouldn't be a total tease, he wouldn't do anything that could be seen or get you both caught but

He will run his fingers over your thighs or whisper things to you

"Bite me, Munson," "If you insist"

"Looks like you had a bad day doll, wanna take it out on me?"

When he's had a shitty day Eddie will grip your hip, leaving bruises as he pounds into you

or... he'll sit you onto, slowly rocking you, kissing you, holding you

Eddie will look into your eyes with so much love, smiling as he makes love to you

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[strawberrysodaslut]

im not sure if this has been said yet but perv!eddie 100% exclusively chooses movies with sex scenes and sometimes even “accidentally” leaves his porn in the vcr just so he can watch your reactions to them.

he takes notes of what you like and what you dont.

you scrunch your nose when he spits in her face? noted.

you clench your thighs together when the guy chokes her? noted.

when you ask him a question during one of the scenes, he practically jumps. shit. busted. have you caught him watching you?

“you always pick movies with dirty scenes. don’t you watch enough porn on your own?” you say, crossing your arms over your chest. you’re not mad at him, more amused than anything.

he smirks when he realises you haven’t realised the reason why he keeps choosing dirty movies. “Sorry sweetheart,” he says, taking a hit from his joint. “You can pick the movie next week, m’kay?”

You think for a second, then nod, turning back to the movie. Eddie swears he hears a “perv” under your breath, but he can’t be sure.

but little does he know, you don’t really mind him choosing these… types of movies. infact, you might pick one of your own next week…

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[bloodandtime]

exit light, enter night

cw: fem!reader, there’s a lil slightly like squint and you’ll see it angst, fluff, probably eddie being way smoother than he actually is, plus size!reader, kind of insecure!reader but not like self deprecatingly so, uh weed smoking, happy ending :) suuuuuper self indulgent:) also eddie didn’t d*e cause this song came out in ‘91. oh and i have never worked at a vinyl shop so… i went off straight vibes lol

Enter Sandman is ringing through the store as you step in.

“Munson!”

A headful of curls spring up from behind the counter, brown doe eyes wide and anxious as they meet yours, he knows he’s playing the music too loud.

“Hey, sweet thing.” he says as lowers the volume.

Floorboards creak as you make your way to the back room. You can hear Eddie’s boots stomp behind you.

“Eddie, I’ve told you to stop calling me that,” you sigh, shrugging your coat off.

He’s leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest, leather jacket under his battle vest, black jeans and combat books sit on his frame. Like they’re made for him.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he says with a wink.

Embarrassed at being caught, heat creeps up your neck. You groan and shoulder bump him out of the way, trying to ignore how solid he is under those layers.

His laughter follows you to the register.

“Is it just us today?”

He hops up on the back counter. chain jingling as he gets comfortable. He smiles, and it’s sticky sweet.

“Sure is, sweethea-OW.”

He glares as he rubs the spot on his forehead where the pen you threw at him hit.

“Stop flirting with me and work!”

He jumps down from the counter and exaggeratedly looks around the… empty store.

“Yeah, we sure are swamped. How will we ever make it till close?” comes his sarcastic drawl from your side.

You guess the snowstorm outside is keeping customers at home. It’d be a nice evening… if Eddie wasn’t here.

Honestly, he’s fine. It’s more of a you problem. You can’t keep focused when he’s around, and you think he might have caught on. Eddie takes any and all opportunities to flirt with you.

You figured he did that to everyone, not wanting to read too much into it but the only other person he flirts with consistently is Steve.

Sarcasm is how you deflect Eddie’s advances, even though he flirts with just you (and Steve) it’s hard to not think about how he might be fucking with you.

Mess with the fat girl, lead her on, it’s funny. Let her think she has a chance and tear it away from her and laugh at the thought of her thinking anyone would like her.

Ugh, I’m not a teenager anymore, you’d think I’d be past these insecurities by now.

You scrub a hand down your face and sigh, trying to shake yourself out of that toxic thought cycle that’s so easy to fall into.

“You okay?”

Eddie’s still beside you at the register, now leaning against the back counter. He’s staring, brows furrowed.

Despite yourself, you shoot him a soft smile. That catches him off guard, you’re always so quick to the defense.

“Yeah, Eddie. I’m all good, just tired.” you sound it, voice rough.

Before he can ask anything else, you tell him you’re going to work on the returns from this week and get started organizing the vinyl before close.

You’re off to the back before he can even open his mouth, which honestly is impressive. That boy can talk.

It takes about an hour to finish up returns and you shuffle back to the front, shocked to see Eddie has already started organizing.

“Oh shit, tha-,” you’re cut off to Eddie jumping half a foot in the air and yelping out in surprise.

You bite your lip to stop your laugh but it doesn’t stop the shit eating grin that spreads across your face.

He points at you, cheeks flushed, “Don’t.” he says with a finger pointed at you.

You can’t help the giggle that escapes and Eddie’s eyes soften, happy to see you’re smiling. Even if it is at his expense.

“I was going to say thank you for starting to organize, I’ll start from the other end of the store and we can meet in the middle.”

He nods, a sweet smile on his face. Before you get lost in his dimples you busy yourself with vinyl.

It’s been another hour and a half and everything is in its rightful place. Both you and Eddie are sitting on the back counter, shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh.

No one has come in during your entire shift and there’s another two hours before close and the snow still hasn’t stopped.

Eddie leans his head back and lets out a loud groan, “I’m soooooo bored, why can’t we just close?”

He peaks down at you, slumped at his side. He follows the shape of your eyes down the slope of your nose to your lips.

“I know a way we could pass our time,” he blurts out, unable to stop himself. He’s still staring at your lips.

You look up and meet his amber eyes, his gaze more intense than you’re used to. You want to squirm, he’s looking at you like he wants to devour you whole.

“Oh yeah? What should we do?” you bump his shoulder, and he shakes his head and the moment is gone.

He pulls a joint out of his pocket, and your jaw drops.

“I’m not smoking weed at work, Edward!” your voice going up an octave.

He snickers as the horror stricken look on your face.

“Hey, come on. No one has come in and no one will. I’m surprised if we’ll even be able to leave.”

You’re still hesitant, he’s not wrong but you’d rather not get caught.

“Fuck it,” you slap your hands on your tight covered thighs, jumping down your skirt flounces back into place, Eddie tries and fails not to stare, “so where we doing this?”

He hops down beside and gives you another smile, pleasantly surprised you’re going along with this.

“Come on, I’ll show you my spot.”

He runs to the front door to lock it, he makes his way back to you to throw an arm around you to take you to the back.

You don’t fight him, to his surprise. You maybe even lean in a bit, he’s enjoying the contact too much to tease you though.

Turns out his spot is just a covered porch at the back of the record shop, you snag your coat on the way.

“Oh Fuck Me it’s cold,” you gripe as you step outside, the wind whips snow outside the porch, you can’t even see five feet in front of it.

“Shit, maybe you’re right, we wont be able to leave.” you worry, pulling your coat tighter around you, leanings closer to Eddie.

Eddie pulls you closer, relishing in the contact. He doesn’t know why you’re being so nice tonight but he’s not complaining.

“Worst case, you can come with me. The van drives just fine in the snow.” he exhales the first drag, you try not to stare and fail.

He hands the joint to you, your fingers already frozen. As you take a hit you register what he just offered. Now you’re coughing and not just because of the joint.

“Slow down it’s not going anywhere,” he says through a light laugh as he softly rubs your back.

“Did you just offer to take me home with you?”

It’s his turn to cough, and your turn to pat his back. You repeat his words back to him and he gives you a half hearted glare, a smile tugging at his lips.

“I was being gentlemanly and you’re the one making it dirty, I’ll have you know.” he reprimands, wagging his finger at you.

He takes another drag and passes it back, your fingers brush and it’s a shot of electricity up your arm.

The weed is definitely taking effect.

Eddie can’t take his eyes off the way your lips wrap around the joint, right where his lips had just been. An indirect kiss.

You’re quiet when you speak next, after handing him the shrinking joint.

“You’ve got to stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“Being so kind to me. Makes me get my hopes up even though I know it doesn’t mean anything.”

The wind whistles around you while Eddie and you stare at one another.

You feel his arm pull away from you, and you’re convinced this is it as you look away so he won’t see you cry. He’s going to tell you sorry and he’s not interested. You can handle it, it’s not the first rejection you’ve faced.

You can’t look at him though, tears sting, threatening to fall.

“Hey,” he whispers, softer than you’ve ever heard him, “look at me, please.”

His hands find your cheeks, warm against your wind-chapped skin. Joint long forgotten as he tilts your head to look at him.

“It means something. It does, to me, it does. I’ve liked you since I started here. It’s not a joke and I’m sorry I’ve made you feel this way,” he pauses, his thumbs softly graze the tops of your cheeks.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please.” you whisper.

You and Eddie Munson have your first kiss in a snowstorm, freezing cold and perfect.

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[dilf-whore]

Hi!!

Can I please request a fic of Eddie x Female reader where she’s pretty flirtatious but he never took it seriously because he thought she act like this around her friends too, until someone else from the hellfire club wants to ask her out and he realized that they probably both have a crush on each other

Thank you so much🥺

stupid hottie

pairing: eddie munson x f!reader

genre: friends to lovers!, jealous!eddie, fluff

summary: guess jealousy’s the answer for you and eddie’s situation

A/N: sorry it took me so long to post this and if it’s short😭 i hope you like it though. let me know what you think! and i hope it’s alright if i made a minor change to it. alsooo send in your requests or some messages lol i’d love to make new friends or have some short convos with you guys. ❤️

requested: yes

requests are OPEN

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You dust off Eddie’s jacket and fix his hair, “Sweetie, be careful next time don’t want to damage that handsome face of yours” you smile.

Eddie just slipped over god knows what as he made his way towards the table to start his campaign. You rush towards him and help him up. After muttering a small ‘thank you’ to you, you give him a wink and grab his arm and go to your seats. The long-haired metalhead was once again, feeling butterflies in his stomach. 

Eddie hated how flirty you were, how you call him cute nicknames, how you always leave him with a tint of red on his cheeks, and how much you make his heart flutter. He liked you since day one, when he saw you walking through the hallways like a lost puppy; oh how much he got nervous when you approached him to ask where Math class was. And from there, you both became friends and he introduced you to Hellfire Club.

Dustin was the first one to notice Eddie’s crush on you, the way he looks at you and how he unconsciously smile when you talk. He always bug him and urge him to ask you out, saying how you obviously feel the same but to no avail, Eddie always tell him that you don’t and that you act the same to everyone. 

Eddie feels a light tap on his shoulder, he takes a look at the fingers on his shoulder and immediately recognized who’s delicate hand it was. He moves his head and lean towards you “Uhm Eddie, I’m gonna go to the toilet real quick”. He nods his head in response and moves his chair away to give you some space to stand up.

The rest of them watches you as you make your way out to the bathroom, as soon as you were out of their sight, Gareth speaks up, “I’m gonna ask her out”. Eddie immediately shots his head up and stare at Gareth, his jaw suddenly tightens - a weird tense and raging feeling goes through his body. Dustin looks at his friend in front of him, giving him a small kick under the table. Eddie turns his attention to the boy and Dustin mouths “You better do something, asap”. 

Eddie looks down, his mind going feral, his thoughts running everywhere, he clenches his fist and lets out an annoyed sigh. 

Not long after, you go back to the room and Eddie’s body relaxes - but his mind’s still a total mess.

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The campaign finishes and everyone left the room, leaving you, Eddie, and Dustin behind with the cleaning. Dustin suddenly grabs his bag and rushes to the door, “I’m so sorry guys, I-I remember my mom asked me to do something, uhm y-yeah” he waves you both goodbye. You wave back and continue cleaning, Eddie glares at Dustin, “now’s your chance” the boy whisper-shouts. 

You notice Eddie staring at the door, not moving an inch, “Baby can you -”

“Don’t go out with Gareth” he cuts you off.

You put down the small box of figures on the table beside you, “what?”

“That loser was planning to ask you out, so, say no”

You smirk at his statement, crossing your arms, “and why should I say no?

“I mean if you want to then go, not like I care” his eyes wandering somewhere else.

“Okay, then I will. He is cute” you tease.

He looks back at you surprised, “for real?”

You smile at his reaction. You wrap you arms around his waist and pull him closer to you, “seems like someone is jealous” you say as you tilt your head. 

“M-me? fuck no, why would I?” he stutters, shaking his head aggressively. 

“I don’t know” you shrug playfully.

Already impatient, you pull him closer and lightly smack his forehead, “god you’re so fucking stupid” 

“Of course, I won’t go with Gareth. I want to go out with you” you confess. “Don’t you see? I always flirt with you and practically give my whole attention to you, and I can’t believe you still didn't take the hint” you add, a slight hint of frustration in your voice.

You move you hands up to his collar and pull him into a kiss. You couldn't take it any longer, you knew he felt the same, you just waited for him to make the first move but he’s just so oblivious to do so. Eddie melts into the kiss and cups your face with both hands, you pull away first - leaving him wanting for more.

“Now, aren’t you gonna tell me something?” you smile.

“Y/N, will you be my gorgeous girlfriend?” he asks, looking into your eyes with admiration and happiness. 

“I will be honored to be this stupid hottie’s girlfriend” you reply.

“Now come on, give your jealous boyfriend another kiss to make him feel better” he pouts.

You laugh and give in, you press your lips against his - this time more delicate and less rushed. 

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[lolahasmoxie]

WARNING: Mentions of smut, MDNI. The reader is hinted at being plus-sized/bigger. Deal with it.

Eddie is low-key strong as FUCK.

Exhibit A: He practically puts Steve through a wall in the boathouse.

Exhibit B: He holds off the demobat army like it's nothing.

Exhibit C: He hauls Mike and Dustin out of their seats like it’s nothing.

So when you even HINT that you are too heavy for him, he gets offended.

Like really offended.

He will go out of his way and make it a point to show you how strong he really is.

He's getting all your groceries out of the car in one trip.

He starts wearing more tank tops to show off his guns.

Are you in the way? Bitch, he will pick you up and move you to the side.

And if that doesn't hammer the point across, he'll top it off by having your back pressed against the wall and your legs dangling over his forearms. And he'll have the audacity to ask you while he's railing the absolute shit out of you...

"Do you still think you're too heavy?"

dead.

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[steddie-thirst]

Sweetheart | Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader |

Summary: Eddie discovers he likes sweet things and that included the sweet little thing at the bake shop. He just can't get enough of her or any of her baked goods.

Warnings: cursing, fluff, language, and smoking. Eddie is an absolute idiot in love.

Eddie has an addiction to all things sweet, so when he met you, he slowly but immediately grew an attachment to you. You were sweet as can be and not to mention a little foreign.

"Eddie, are you seriously dragging me down with you again?" Gareth whined, looking over at him as he drove, knuckles clasped tightly around the steering wheel. Headed towards the one place he always found himself trying to avoid, but never could. You were something he could never get enough.

"Gareth, you're my handy dandy wingman." Eddie argues with a grin. "Plus I know you crave those little chocolate croissants." Gareth pouted knowing full well he was right. His weakness for bread was just as great as Eddie's desire to see you. Equality.

You were hard at work in the front of the bakery, checking our customers and preparing cakes. A bakers job was never done until each dessert was fully decorated and being one of the only bakeries in town things were almost never slow. You finished the touches up on the last cake order, icing the last few dollops of a rose onto the base of the cake, before handing over to the awaiting couple. "Here you are, have a lovely evening." They thank you endlessly and scurry out the door signaled with a bell.

Things are quiet for a split second until the bell from the door goes off once more, followed by two pairs of voices, both familiar. You wipe your hands clean of icing and turn to face the customers. "Hello, welcome to-Oh!"

Eddie joined by Gareth walk up the counter eyeing the desserts kept in the display. "Afternoon, sweetheart." Eddie greets you with that signature grin and a cockiness that drives you to giggle.

"Hello, Eddie. Gareth." He nods to you and then turned towards the display of which he noticed one of the cases was void of any baked goods, particularly the croissants he adored, "Uhm are you out of the croissants?"

You smiled knowing Gareth's love for the particular sweet, "For now. My mother is finishing the dipping now." His lips spread into a smile and Eddie rolls his eyes.

"He's obsessed. Maybe he needs therapy for his addiction." He leans over the counter to be closer to you, elbows keeping his upper body propped up.

You grin, "Let me guess. You'd like a slice of the strawberry cake?" The way your accent laced the sentence made it even more dreamy. He always wanted to communicate on the level you did with your mother always shouting something demanding, yet loving in the same language.

"You know me so well. How does one say strawberry cake in French, sweetheart?" He asks curiosity getting the better of him. You ring him up for the same item along with Gareth, and he pays as you mull the question over.

"Well, just strawberry would be different than saying strawberry cake. So, le fraisier is just strawberry. Strawberry cake is pronounced, Charlotte aux Fraise."

Eddie hums as you hand him back his change flashing a smile his way and slipping on a pair of gloves to prepare the necessary items. Your mother walked to the front and placed down a fresh tray of croissants and passes with a phrase of love towards the customers.

"Eddie, c'est bon de te voir!" She smiles waving to him before he greets her back.

Putting you in shock as they effortlessly flow from his lips, "Bien, à vous aussi. Continue le bon travail sur ces desserts, ils sont à tomber par terre." You smile, a heat spreading through you. It was nice someone took the time to understand you and the language you so closely shared.

Eddie watches as you slide the slice of cake over the table with his two croissants, Gareth ordered. "Thank you, Eddie. Enjoy." When he reaches for the plates, before you can pull your hands back his own capture your wrists in a gentle hold.

"What I would enjoy is a date with the sweetest thing in Hawkins." A blush creeps onto your cheeks and up to the tips of your ears. Eddie was always such a gentlemen and now he was asking you out, you felt joyful.

"A date?"

"Un rendez-vous avec moi." Eddie confirms and you giggle nodding happily.

"Oui. Je suis libre, vendredi." You respond a bit smugly and Eddie chuckles, going to sit down with Gareth and deliver the good news. So, that very evening you and Eddie went out on a date. Enjoying not only good fun, food, and a movie but each other's company as well. He was genuinely nice guy.

"Eddie, you're nothing like what the town says you are. A freak." You are gentle, almost careful with the next few words. "Kind enough to get to know me, my mother, and my language it says a lot about you. Not to mention how much you support our shop." Your hand squeezes his own hand to reassure him.

Eddie chuckles a smile spreading onto his lips, happy to finally have someone to understand him. "It's not just me being nice, I like you, Belle. The sweetest, but most brilliant girl in all of Hawkins." Your hands start to swing back and forth according to Eddie's arm leading yours in the motion. "You're my everything." He sighs, stopping and turning to you.

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[corroded-coffin-groupie]

TW: TALKS OF ABUSE

Being in a poly relationship with Steddie would include Steve being “rough” with you and Eddie telling him to relax or be gentle

It’s not even rough he just grabs your chin more aggressive to kiss you than Eddie would

Or grabbing your arm a bit too rough to pull you in for a kiss for Eddie’s comfort

You like how Steve treats you, and it’s not to say Eddie doesn’t do this in bed, but Eddie is always a lot rougher and harsh and a little mean in bed and turns back into a softie afterward and it’s established consent with a safe word

Because his dad would grab his mom’s face when screaming at her and grabbing her arm to keep her from running as he hit her, he never wants you to feel like that and wants to protect you

The first time Steve got “rough” Eddie got right in the middle to protect you because it was all he ever knew

You both quickly explained to him that it wasn’t anything bad and Steve wasn’t hurting you at all

Steve tries to rein it in when Eddie’s around after that but sometimes he just can’t help it resulting in Eddie telling him to be gentle

“C’mon Stevie, she’s fragile!”

“Be careful Steve, you’re gonna hurt her!”

Or “Relax Steve, she’s not going anywhere”

Because even though you aren’t hurt you’re still his girl and that’s one way of how he shows his love

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[madelynraemunson]

i’ve been watching a lot of documentaries lately and…

“it still fits” “still fits?” “yeah, like yesterday.”

“quiet on the set” “you ready, eddie?” “born ready…born ready.”

[indistinct muttering] [shushing sounds] [background noises gradually cease] *camera focuses in on eddie* “aaaand, action!”

🎬 “hi, i’m eddie munson. i’m 32. and in the spring of 1986 — when i was 20 years old — the unexplainable happened in my hometown.”

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[kitmon]

My Eddie Munson self-insert art!!!

It’s nothing special, just a doodle I completed in Aggie.io while drawing with a friend!

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[collectivecloseness]

Love Languages: Eddie Munson

A list of Eddie Munson’s love languages, in order of favourite down ~

Words of affirmation:

Everyone is always mean to him, it started off with bullying about his wealth or parents, or the fact he was a bit of a hyperactive kid, then people calling him a freak, a weirdo, a satanist, a double repeat senior who’s a drug dealer, overall someone who’d amount to nothing, who was nothing. Even his parents weren’t really nice to him with their words, or at all.

You’re the one person (excluding Wayne) who doesn’t even call him freak as an inside joke. Like hellfire will sometimes do it because Eddie puts on that persona as a defence. But you don’t agree with him the first time he jokes about being a freak, and he never feels he has to call himself that again around you. You never once saw him as a freak, and it means a lot to have that from you.

You’re always assuring him he can do things. Not that he should, but that he is able to. Whether it’s passing a test, learning a new chord, getting through the new campaign he was actually so so anxious about. Anything and everything, you’re always his number one supporter.

You’re the only person Eddie feels like he can be vulnerable around. And Eddie’s actually pretty sensitive, he needs that release. He needed it for so long. He can cry around you, he can spill all his believed shortcomings and failures, he can wail about how screwed he feels for his future, but you’re there soothing him and reassuring him every single time. You never once fail him there, or at all.

You’re the first person in Eddie’s life to ever tell him you’re proud of him, and as soon as those words leave your lips Eddie’s gleeful smile drops and the tears fall, sure his smiling comes back as he continues to shakily hold you tight, but he’s so taken aback all by those words, and it’s like a breath of fresh air is released into his lungs. He’d never heard that before, so he’d never thought it of himself.

Having you say even little things throughout your day “I’m so proud of you. I love you. Good job! I missed you. You can do it! You’re worth it.” any praise or loving words at all just make his entire month. He never forgets a single thing like that that you tell him.

Verbal confirmation from you is everything to him. It’s beautiful having you love him in every single way, but saying those words out loud while looking into his pretty brown eyes is the number one way to get the point across of just how good he actually is, and how much you love him. Sure he knows this stuff, after a while with you, but every time you remind him by explicitly stating it, it just reignites that positive mindset inside him, that only started up when you first came into his life and spoke those kind words. He brushed you off at first with a joking “d’aww, you’re too sweet, thanks” but when you told him you were only saying it because it was the truth, that snapped something in Eddie for the first time.

He caught you looking the first time the two of you hung out alone and asked “What?” With a smile. And when you told him “You’re just... you’re beautiful.” It caused him to freeze. He again plays it off but when you tell him he is genuinely just so beautiful he doesn’t know how to respond. It wasn’t like calling him handsome or gorgeous or sexy, or even beautiful in a flirty way, it was like you were caught off guard in the moment by how genuinely beautiful Eddie was. And Eddie never considered he could be that word, beautiful, to others or himself.

And Eddie is always blabbering on to you, or anyone in earshot, about his love and affection for you.

He will literally shout it from the rooftops, or the cafeteria tables.

And not just how lovely you are as his partner, but how amazing he thinks you are as a person!

He is always telling you sweet words so much others think it’s just flirting, which it partly is, but he always means what he says to you. And he’ll give serious declarations of his love in a tone so people knew, whilst being light hearted and fond words, he was also 100% truthful with the meaning behind them.

No no no do not say a single bad thing about yourself. Eddie does not believe in bad things about you. While he lets you express yourself, he is stomping into the ground any single notion of negativity towards yourself. He will simply tell you how untrue it is, and he will smother you in a serious way with the antithesis of your foul words, he will tell you exactly what he thinks of you, which is all worshipping.

Even things that he wouldn’t see as personal accomplishments or big deals for himself, things he’s subjectively uninterested in, he’s gonna praise you for them. Just because he doesn’t care about memorising 3 poems for class, or scoring a goal in sports, or talking to some girl in class who you really wanted to know where she bought her backpack from, anything that’s even a minor accomplishment for your life, is going to be praised by Eddie. And he notices it. He picks up on everything he thinks may be important to you, even if you don’t think it is/pretend it isn’t at first.

Also flattery works with him, so something to note!

One of his pet names for you is angel, because to Eddie, you literally are an angel on earth for him. He says he thinks you were sent down from heaven, just for him, because you are the only light he’s ever known, and as soon as you came into his life, you made and make everything better. Eddie actually sometimes believes you are an angel. Maybe God doesn’t hate him. Maybe he needed a shitty first 20 years before he could be allowed to even be in the presence of someone as divine as you. You make every single thing better, and you’re Eddie’s entire world. You’re just amazing, perfect. He tells you all this and he worships you.

Physical touch:

Jfc. You are not getting away from this man. In a great way. Even though this is second he is one CLINGY motherfucker.

He doesn’t need to be around you every second of the day, but when he is, he is touchy. Eddie’s not super sexual in enclosed public spaces, like eg hellfire, (unless you wanna be wink wink) but he definitely likes kissing you at your locker. Also it annoys popular people who are the annoying couples who kiss at lockers, that the resident freak is also doing that. Mostly he just loves it though. A small part of him enjoys the feeling of normalcy you give him even though that’s what he stands against, but it’s an intrinsic need to fit in on some level, it makes him feel normal, good, worthy. Although again, he mostly just loves kissing you when he has the chance. Even when leaving for one period he’s moaning dramatically against your locker, asking for one more quick long kiss before he walks you arm in arm/arm over waist to your next class, uncaring if he’s late himself.

He doesn’t need to, but he likes to have an arm around you when he can. He’s just so happy he has a lover, a best friend, a soulmate romantically and platonically, someone who likes and loves him, and loves giving/receiving physical affection, in front of others or alone.

There are positives for him either way. In front of others means you’re not afraid to express your love for him, even if it’s a hinderance to your popularity/acceptance. You want to show that you love Eddie Munson, that Eddie Munson is loved. And you’ll walk harder paths to keep loving him.

But alone shows you’re not just doing it to show off to people that you have a boyfriend. Or it’s a possessive back off he’s mine deal. You love him in every moment, in every place. You want to be with him in his shitty trailer that stinks of weed and unmade bed, with a tv on the fritz and further away from the fun stuff in town than your own place, you want to stay alone with him, and not only kiss him, but hug him, hold onto him, let him cuddle you. You want his warmth and touch and love and you’re not afraid to show it. And boy howdy if he isn’t going to lay all his love on you. He’ll even sing the song for you while he’s completely vertically flopped on top of you, just to get you to smile as he crawls up your body to rest/play.

You let him be adorable and snuggle you and he’s so happy he can be goofy and cute and silly-needy and get all his cuddles in.

He is going to hide in your chest. There’s no escaping that. He likes stuffing his face in your dark warmth, like your neck, and hair, and armpit- even if it tickles or you think you’re sweaty, he’s not moving, saying that probably makes him burrow in more, with a dramatic played out sniff. Plus he kinda likes the smell of your sweat, it’s homely. He likes feeling safe and surrounded and loved by you, with no need to open his eyes or do anything other than be buried in you, someone who he genuinely loves so much.

He also loves skin to skin contact sometimes. It’s not necessary, a hug from you is his heaven on earth anyway, but taking his shirt off and leaning against your bare chest, both your naked arms wrapping around each other, it really lulls something deep down inside him.

Eddie hadn’t really had a hug since he was a kid, apart from a couple of instances, and all his proper hugs since his parents left when he was young have been from Wayne. The last time someone hugged him was Wayne, until you. Eddie is addicted to your hugs, especially at first. He always wants to hug you, saying hello and goodbye, or just talking to his friends in the hallway, his arms are wrapped around you and he’s hugging you from behind. And this man is not afraid to ask/beg for hugs, cuddles, snuggles, kisses, a hand to hold, he will unabashedly ask when you two are alone, because he likes the smile you give him when he’s cute asking and all. But he will definitely touch you in any and all domestic ways without needing to ask first. You two trust each other, you know and understand each other, wordlessly. He didn’t think he’d meet anyone who understood him at all, which he secretly blamed his own ‘freaky’ self for. His causal hold on you is so normal. When he’s seeing you again, even if it’s only a couple of minutes since you last were together, his hands are around you as you both continue whatever it was you were doing. Like coming back from the toilet and wrapping his arms over your shoulders, resting his cheek against your own and swaying you as you continue your conversation with Gareth, bringing up a hand to hold Eddie’s forearm as he greets you again.

Now Eddie is even hugging his band mates and friends more often, but your hugs, casual or closer, are better, even if he is a bit jokingly close with them occasionally which you all laugh at.

He will kiss you anywhere and everywhere on your body when you’re together, even if you think it’s an embarrassing or weird place he’s gonna plop a kiss on wherever’s closest, or maybe somewhere he’s never kissed you before. Maybe somewhere no ones ever kissed anyone before because it’s such an unthought about spot. But he’s not gonna leave any centimetre of you untouched, and unloved by him. Every part of your body, mind and soul has gotta be reminded by him just how much he loves you, every inch of you.

He does love receiving cheek kisses though. And he definitely hands them out a lot. They feel sweet and domestic and he likes the warm press of you against his cheek when you go on in for one. They’re a tender little gesture to him and he likes giving time to you and getting them as well, you probably only don’t get them as much because he’ll normally just peck your lips instead.

He likes kissing your hand too. He loves the whole romantic gesture of it all, and those are things he hands out constantly to you. They never lose their affect though. He’s very charming and he knows it

Eddie will lick you. You are going to be licked. In a sexy way yeah but not just that. You two are gonna be sitting in the car park together waiting for someone to pick your friend up and he’s going to swipe his tongue all the way across your cheek in a fast lick. From chin to hairline. And he’s gonna smile at you after each time he does so. He’s going to lick your hand instead of kissing it as he says hello that morning, he’s going to lick your exposed shoulder blade just because it was there and he let his caveman brain take over, he’s going to make it look like he’s kissing your cheek and going to poke the tip of his tongue there instead. He doesn’t really know what it is or care, just some part of his brain or body sees you and wants to lick sometimes, and who is he to deny the random thoughts that sprout up in his ‘weird’ brain. He also likes seeing your reaction every time he does it. Especially because it’s usually at random points when you’re so lickable, so you’re always surprised.

He may do the devil horns at Carver, and since you’re standing close by to be at his side, lick your ear/hair as his tongue’s already out. The others in school know you’re with him, even if some try to turn you away from him. Something Eddie gets a bit nervous and pretty upset at. Not angry upset, well a little angry at them, but emotionally. You may see him crying one time in the earlier stages of your relationship being public. But he knows you won’t leave him, you let him know how much you love him all the time and he loves that so much, but it is hard at first. Sometimes it all gets bottled up, but you’re always there to tell him it’s okay to cry.

It’s different than the biting though. He will randomly bite you too. Lightly, but lovingly. And it may be a quick nip, a fake gnaw, or he may hang on there until he’s drooling so much you have to yank him away. He just likes having you in his mouth, double entendre intended.

You biting or licking him back is it’s own love language though. He loves that. Please do it again it always surprises him and makes him happy when you do it back at any point. And if you’re the type of person who genuinely likes doing either of those yourself then ooh boy does he feel treated. He may fake hang his mouth open with a big grin in faux surprise or gross-outedness but the teasing is too light because he enjoys when you do it so much.

And he will definitely let you keep his fingers in your mouth if you like that too. It genuinely soothes him back, and he just likes relaxing with you as you do it, he likes watching your face mold as you take them into your mouth, likes your eyes drooping, he likes the feel of your tongue against him. Eddie loves keeping your boobs in his mouth in a relaxing way anyway, just suckling and looking up at you, so he’s very happy if either of you wanna have any part of each other in your mouths.

Whether it’s in a sexy way or not. It doesn’t have to be, he likes it either way and is genuinely happy. And Eddie’s super good at knowing boundaries way early on, he can always tell immediately what vibe is going on with you. And he definitely talks a lot about boundaries with you when you both first start to get into things, and he’s so good at those types of talks you just feel so safe with him, like nothing could ever go wrong.

Hickies hickies hickies!!! Give him hickies please! Can he give you some please? You don’t have to show them off if you don’t want to, he just adores spending time making them on you, finding the spots that make your body react in the best ways, which he always picks up on, and spending his sweet time kissing, licking, sucking, and biting down on them. He always kisses each hickey after he’s finished with it. He also likes giving hickies to your boobs, just a little one pressed to the top of your cleave or something (or all over), he thinks it’s fun.

Doesn’t matter where they are, he really wants your hickies on his skin, he wants you marked all over him, although feeling your mouth on his neck always makes his heart flip in such a thrilling happy way. And he loves loves loves walking around with your hickies all on him. Walking up to his friends at the table, getting told off by some old cranky person for nothing, going on a back and forth of wits with some asshole jock who can very clearly see the love bites not hidden at all by his hellfire shirt, some of them even visible under the white. He’s a melting moaning man as you’re making them, happily pressed against a wall with your hands on his shoulders or little waist, extending his neck for your further aid. He loves feeling you making those marks, he loves touching them afterwards, the physical feel of them, the reminder of your love sticking with him. He doesn’t mind scratches down his back or thighs in that way either.

Eddie is just a touchy guy altogether, emotionally and physically. And he always wants for the two of you to be bonded together, to be happily in each others presence, to just naturally be loving each other all the time.

Having you or him just naturally touch the other at any time is one of his biggest indicators of love, and he loves how it happens constantly!!!

Holding hands and thigh touches and even resting a hand on your knee, if you’re sitting down with other people he’s probably got a hand on you, not even thinking about it, it doesn’t even particularly mean anything he just loves you. He’s definitely leaning into your side as well if it’s a couch.

You two are always standing super close.

He likes when you put your hand on his knee when he’s bouncing his leg, or when you take his hand in his own when he’s chewing his nails. Although if he’s okay, let him fiddle a little! He is going to fiddle. It may even be with your hair, or picking loose the strings of your shirt.

Just wants to kiss you! Not even sexually or deeply he just likes pecking you too! He likes having your lips press back against his as he greets or drifts from you, or you’re talking and your lips look so pretty he can’t help but stare at them, or someone else is talking and he has a second where he’s not running his mouth to just sweetly peck them in the middle of the conversation. If you both look at each other at the same time, chances are you’re both smiling before sweetly pecking, continuing at whatever it was you were doing.

Eddie likes feeling warm. And loved. And you provide that for him with every touch, whether you’re giving it or he is, usually both. With the feel of you against him, no matter how big or small, his brain immediately tells him he is safe, and he just feels right at home. He feels normal, like he never was normal before, and this was always supposed to be his normal. You were. For his normal to always be being loved.

And he’s gonna give that to you too. That’s going to be your normal, from him, it’s all he wants in life to give you. He wants it to be your shared normal. He is just perfect because he knows it is.

Quality time:

He’s so happy you wanna spend time with him.

Joining him for dnd, coming to support his band, eating lunch with him. Not leaving him alone all day in his trailer... just hanging out.

He was a lonely child. Neglected by his parents, Wayne hardly home although he didn’t blame him for that because at least he tried, having no siblings and very few friends for most of his childhood. Eddie doesn’t like being alone anymore, especially now he’s had a taste of life without it. He likes if you can come spend time with him for a bit please, at least so the trailer isn’t deadly quite the entire evening. Eddie’s always hated quiet, even before anything bad had happened it’s just who he was, his loudness sometimes making up for it.

Honestly though he just loves chilling and having a good time. But he loves it 200% more being able to do it with someone, to do it with someone who likes hanging out with him, to do it with you.

Spending chill days where you two have no plans, just smoking weed, listening to music, watching some films, reading magazines (maybe making fun of them together) is really nice for Eddie.

Also please let him talk and talk and talk about dnd he’s so happy to finally get all those thoughts bouncing around in his head out in the open, because someone actually wants to listen to him rave about it. His head might’ve exploded if he hadn’t met you, and couldn’t microdose on his friends he was the leader of. Actually he has a lot of topics like that. Can he go on a three hour talk about the ins and outs and his own personal views on certain topics? He’d love to discuss them finally with someone.

Eddie’s not possessive at all, he is super chill you just going back to yours and him his. It’s pretty regular. He may call you for a sec that evening, or he may not, but everything’s just normal and happy when seeing each other the next day. You don’t need to see each other every day, but he does like to as well, he’s not opposed to it.

He’d like if you were in Hellfire club, and if you came to band practice, or were even in Corroded Coffin, but you don’t have to be. He’d probably really wants you in Hellfire club, and let’s be honest you’d end up joining. There’s the obvious reasons of why he’d like you to join, but with quality time, he knows between dnd and his band, and school and selling and stuff, he wouldn’t have as much time with you. But he doesn’t need to be with you every hour of the day! There’s just a ton of reasons he’d love you in his dnd group.

Like there’s a ton of reasons Eddie would like to sleep with you every night if he could. Not sleep with you in that way, although he’s not against it ;), but he’ll call up (if you’re lucky), or just plummet through your window later at night when he knows you’re still up, smiling cheekily at you and asking what you’re up to, as he casually grabs his comfy clothes he leaves in a drawer at yours, and starts getting changed, jumping onto the bed then under the covers. He will also put his freezing hands from his trailer and being outside under your clothes and onto your warm skin, but you have to warm him up! That or he may call and ask if you wanna come over just to sleep at his that night, especially because Wayne isn’t in so there’s no chance of you two being caught, even if you’re just chatting and sleeping. Doing that at whoever’s every night is not necessary, but it’s nice. He likes falling asleep with you. He likes the both of you saying goodnight to each other in person, those sleepy smiles you both give where your eyes are only half open but you’re all teeth because you’re just warm and happy, snuggling closer and under the covers as both your breathing is the only sound in the room, and you both easily slip into that calmness, in each other’s embrace.

He wants to move in with you as soon as you’re both out of school and have the money. Not in Hawkins, he wants to escape. But if you’re the first to suggest the both of you just living in his van for the last couple of weeks while you save up for a place, he’s all for it.

He likes the smell of your room, the candles or body spray, the air freshener your family uses in the living room, the throw overs on your couch that he just loves the feel of over his socks, the fact he can just relax with you in your home. With your funny baby pictures, and your trophies, and posters of awful bands, and your family sassing with you back and forth, seeing all sides of you. And if your parents like him and have him round for dinner and everything he just feels so accepted and like it’s a second home, he loves spending time with you there, where everything surrounding him is so you.

But even just talking! He could ditch with you before lunchtime, and stay up all night till the start of school the next day, just talking back and forth with you. About anything! He loves that the two of you can just have a conversation and it never falls flat, because the two of you just get along so well, and always have things to bring up or bounce off each other.

He enjoys whatever you two do! Even if sometimes it’s something he thinks he’d rather die than normally do, he doesn’t care because he’s doing it with you. And if people see him, they’ll know he’s just being an amazing boyfriend, also like he could give a shit what other people think.

Listen to his music with him, lay in bed together and let him explain certain lyrics or show you riffs he knows on his guitar.

Spend lunch with him, let him drive you to school, hang out with him in the car park after school. It makes him happy to have someone he always knows will be there, that safe routine with you, knowing you’re always gonna be near. Or if not, that he can go to you, or is okay asking you to come to him. It’s safe and accepted and normal and all alright.

If he’s going into town after school he’ll invite you. Even if you two just grab a milkshake. Or if you’ve gotta go somewhere pretty soon, he’ll take you with him to a slushy machine in a store together, then drive you to wherever you needed to be.

Eddie likes existing with you. Especially around town. Don’t tell anyone this, but doing so at school, in town, in the woods, anywhere that isn’t home, it makes him feel safe in Hawkins.

Gift giving:

Eddie doesn’t usually get a lot, he hasn’t in life, and any small thing for him makes him melt.

Something just for him? That you specifically picked out because you were thinking of him? And care about him enough to give him something? His heart is soaring.

He doesn’t have a whole lot of money, but he likes to make you little things too, like mixtapes he seriously puts thought and heart into. Swearing to himself as he crosses songs off a list, biting his tongue as he makes sure he’s recording the song at exactly the right time.

Or making you your own guitar pic necklace. He may even make a personalised magnetised one, one that has a message that’s completed when both your necklaces stick together with the little magnetic side. Or just his other lucky pic, because even that is super sweet. And he’s not controlling or anything but that’s one item he’d really love if you always wore, because it would mean a lot to him, because he’ll always wear his. It’s not even visible under your shirts half the time but that’s not the reason he likes you both wearing them.

Something about giving you a symbolic thing like your own pic necklace feels just bonding to Eddie as well. If you made him a friendship bracelet he would never take it off no matter what. If it’s super colourful it goes with his whole darker aesthetic in a way, and people are gonna know it’s from his partner, or at least someone who loves him very much.

He’ll still buy you things though! When he sees something nice and he can! It doesn’t have to be big or super meaningful but he likes getting you things because he likes making you happy, and he likes that weird feeling in his chest, actually his whole body, that he had never experienced before, when he cradles something in his hand and it makes him just think of you with it, think of him giving it to you.

And he likes that that feeling stays with him at checkout, so much clerks are being nice to him because they can see how happy he is getting a present for his love and what a sweet boy he is, and it stays as he drives home, as he smiles trying to fall asleep thinking about seeing you tomorrow, as he climbs through your window because it was only 10pm he might as well give it you now right?

If you have a similar aesthetic oh boy does Eddie love looking through shops with you, and sometimes getting you a little trinket. Especially around this time of year if you also like Halloweeny stuff. A Halloween decoration of spell books all molded together? Ooh is that gonna show people you’re just like him if someone goes into your room, maybe that if you’re nice and have stuff like that, his stuff isn’t too bad either? Eddie’s taking you to Spirit Halloween and literally beaming with joy at how excited you get running around with his hand in yours, or even getting so excited you run off disappearing into aisles like a kid, and pointing everything out to him. He doesn’t think he’s ever been as happy as when he’s looking at you happy.

Writes and performs songs about, and for you. In Corroded Coffin, ones he’d make absolute bangers that they’d play in their album and on stage. I mean, maybe some of their best songs are born from all the emotions and experiences you give him, because they have feel and proper understanding in the meaning of it behind them. But some of his own songs too, that aren’t to do with his band.

Will write ballads about your dnd character too, so the helpful bard he plays in one part of his campaign can sing it to your character as you two interact. It’s all world building, the guys can shut it if the song goes on a little too long. Although honestly most of them are just impressed at the ballad.

An engraved lighter for you. Even if it’s carved on with a pen knife from him. And even if you don’t smoke. Lighters have loads of uses, and you can always light his cigarette for him which he sees as pretty domestic, if you’re not chiding him for smoking that is.

It’s not a gift really but feel like it needs to be said, you have free weed for days. Mostly you’re smoking it with Eddie, but he’ll give you some when you ask, if you wanna smoke it with friends or something. Or he’ll bake weed brownies as a surprise for you one weekend. Even if you taught him how to bake so it wasn’t burnt and shit at first. If you bake for him though he’s hand to his heart dead on the floor.

He wouldn’t let you take any of the real nasty shit though, drugs wise. Let’s face it, it’s the 80s, Eddie has probably tried a thing or two, and he’s not one to judge or mollycoddle, but he’s not going to give you anything that could harm you. If you do ask to try something dangerous though, Eddie’s usually asking if there’s something the matter and why you want to use that as soon as the words leave your lips. In a gentle concerned way, coming across as the confident therapist almost, because he doesn’t wanna startle you off, especially if he thought there was a risk of you buying off someone who was a shitty person, or their stuff was toxic. But some things Eddie will definitely try with you. He’s not trying to kill himself with drugs on his own, he knows what he’s doing and he likes to get high just for fun, or a little bit of an escape, he’s determined not to be a junkie or anything like some of the adults he knew growing up, but he’s a tad more trying to stay sober if you two are trying something a bit stronger than weed for the first time. Anything super bad though is a complete no from him, he doesn’t even really sell the worst stuff, because he’s not gonna risk accidentally killing someone by selling to them, and he’s not in this to hurt other people.

The money though is useful, if he wants to buy things for you. You’ll chide him sometimes, saying he should spend it on himself, but he can’t just not buy you a gift, or even like a coffee in the colder mornings, or a pack of candy thrown at the back of your head in class.

You buy him stuff too though so it works. You’ll stack up on groceries when you come over, using some of them like dinner/soda/popcorn in that same night as an excuse for why you bought so much, because you don’t want him to think it’s pity or anything. You just genuinely like helping out.

Eddie is always super grateful whenever you buy him a snack in school or around town though, munching on it immediately. Normally only offering you a bite once his teeth had already sunk into it, because sharing food like that also does feel domestic for him, even if he’s laughing covering his full mouth as he offers it to you.

On the one hand he loves when you buy him lunch, but sometimes he feels bad. He’s the boyfriend, in his eyes he should be buying you lunch. But you let him do so sometimes when he offers, or he just casually does it, so no matter what it never feels like a big deal when you pay.

You two just telepathically really work out a system from the beginning about buying things for each other, and it’s never felt like a stressor to do so.

Eddie will steal things for you though. Not like anything that could be considered a felony, and anything at all risky he’s not gonna do, because God knows this town’s police wouldn’t go easy on him, even with you sticking up for him, but if it’s something you like, or he thinks you will, and it’s easy to yoink, he’s presenting it to you in a dramatic and romantic fashion well out of view of the storefront.

Tbh if you don’t like him stealing, he may lie and say he bought/acquired things he stole when he gives them to you, because in his eyes even though he loves that you worry and care about him, he knows he’ll be fine, and he still wants to treat his baby.

But anything you do for Eddie has him dead. He still doesn’t expect presents, especially at random times, and it still catches him off guard each time you hand him something. At first his breath hitches just a little, then it devolves into “Aw babe, you didn’t have to...” but soon he comes to accept these little (or big) things from you.

And he definitely gets excited like a kid, jumping up and down energetically when you say you have a present for him and trying to move his head around to peer inside your bag as you bring it out. Anything, he’s thankful for though. You genuinely could not disappoint him (not ever...) just having you think of him and get him a present is a present to Eddie!

At first you may have to classically condition him Pavlov’s dogs style to make him not surprised that he deserves treats lmao.

The first time he lost a gift from you he actually cried. He felt guilty, tearing apart his backpack, skipping a period to walk though every hall he’d been down, asking at lost and found, knowing he hadn’t let any asshole bullies near his shit so it wasn’t them stealing your token of affection, he’d just somehow been a screwup and he’d lost it! Your gift to him! You stroke his back, under his shirt with nails like he likes, and remind him it was just a badge as he cries into his hands, you could get it in the shop after school, you could go buy it again with him now! You can even go get ice cream together after. And that calms him a little, the fact it’s not really lost forever. But he still feels terrible. Even though you remind him it was an accident and not his fault, it still felt like a bit of a deal to him at first. He was careless with your present to him! He’s making you spend more money! Even if it was literally only $6. But you always have such a good way of calming him, and once he’s okay he says he knows it was a bit of an overreaction to cry over it, even though you quickly jump in assuring him it wasn’t and you totally get why it upset him, that you’d probably get upset upon realising you’d lost one of his gifts too, but you both know it was the gesture rather than not having his little badge anymore that was more of the upset. Turns out he’d forgotten he’d shown Dustin his newest present off you, and when the bell rang Dustin put it into his pocket to show Mike and Lucas. Eddie is snatching it out of Dustins hands when he presents in to him at break, but burying himself into your neck with tired moans, as he flips it between his fingers like someone would a drumstick. You and him are still getting ice cream after school though.

It really makes his whole day getting anything from you. And he’s constantly looking at it, he has to have it in his hands, feeling it fondly throughout the day. Always checking it’s still in his backpack (even way before he lost the one item), and just fiddling with it when he’s at home, heart warm and fond because every treat from you was just your love for him right there in his hands. Those are the few times he’s quiet, he doesn’t need noise like music or the tv, he’s just in his own world, playing with his new present.

Acts of service:

Loves if you cook for him. He can’t really do it himself, and although Wayne sometimes tries, he’s hardly ever home, or having dinner at the same time as Eddie. To have a home cooked meal, even if it isn’t anything fancy or big, is amazing. It’s a home he always craved. But even if you’re just putting something in the oven he likes that he can relax, he can stretch his fingers after abusing them on his sweetheart (the guitar) all day, and cuddle with you on the couch while you wait. He can even close his eyes for thirty seconds while you set up.

Or if you help him study. That’s something Eddie really appreciates. Because not only do you help him but you don’t make him feel stupid. And you do some things no one’s ever taken the care or time or do, and you’ve figured out the best way for Eddie that helps him learn. Not just the way schools do it. And Eddie is shocked to learn that he isn’t just stupid, from when you tell him so, and from your methods that you used your genius to figure out actually help him. That and the care you take into going through things with him. If he needs tough love, you’ll stretch out there a little. If he needs positive reinforcement rather than negative you’re right there alongside him. Even a reward of kisses after every correct answer on the flash cards make him grin, each time from ‘winning’ that question, and the fact he gets a peck from you for actually keeping attention. You’re not even mean to him when his mind strays, you’re always understanding. And the fact he wants to try in class because you two have been trying in your own time together to help him, but he also knows you’re never gonna see him as a disappointment anyway, really helps alongside the fact you actually help him to understand the material, or how he’s supposed to write it in the first place.

Eddie’s got every good manners though. And he doesn’t take you for granted. He doesn’t expect anything off you either. He thanks you every time you help him or do something for him.

Will help you with things if he can, always wanting to be your knight. Sometimes he’s not very good at the things you ask, or need help with, but Eddie will always try. He will always do his best for you, even if it means asking for help himself in doing so. But Eddie is determined to help you out, to make your life easier, to support you in whatever it is you need, no matter what.

Will drive you places. And he likes that you don’t care about being dropped off in Eddie ‘The Freak’s’ van. Anywhere you need to go ask him baby, he may sometimes be busy, but he’ll try and figure things out so you’re not having to walk or get a bus, it’s easier for you when he’s driving. Also because you two can hang out, and you’re not travelling anywhere alone! If the journey is five minutes or two hours, he’ll drop you off and pick you up. He’ll even wait nearby if it’s easier, finding some way to pass the time just so he can ask how everything went and listen to the tapes you both own tucked in his van. And he will listen to some of your music in the van with you, even if he makes fun of it.

If it’s dark, probably don’t mention you’re planning on walking somewhere if you don’t want Eddie driving straight over to yours. Eddie’s not overbearing in his protectiveness, he’s not some asshole boyfriend who thinks you can’t take care of yourself, but he’d be just fine and happy helping out versus letting you walk alone in the dark if he’s not doing anything.

Will give you dnd lessons if you need. Happily! And if you do please let him give them to you, please, he wants you to join his club please join Hellfire, please just come along for a taster he’ll make it incredible for you c’mon!! He actually reallllllly wants to give you lessons if you don’t know anything about it, or even need a reminder walkthrough. If not though, at least come over to his before Friday’s session so you two can work on your character sheet and their backstory together! Hanging out alone. Tell your dungeons master the hidden lore of this player, and storylines that are secrets from the others for now, but he can weave into the ongoing narrative of his campaign as they go along, like he does for the others.

Or guitar lessons! He’d love to give you them. He definitely does a quick nail inspection before he lets you touch his precious though, it also gives him an excuse to hold your hands for a good while, and kiss all up your knuckles and fingertips in a quick surprise attack. He’d love to share that love for guitar with you. And he’ll gladly take time giving you those lessons.

Or any instrument you wanna learn, he’ll ask someone in Corroded Coffin to help. Unless it’s one none of them play, but he’s still gonna find out information about it for you to help you learn though, and the basics of learning any instrument like reading notes and stuff he can still help with. He’ll still help you learn it where he can. Maybe he can use your instrument in one track somewhere?? He’d like to anyway.

He wants to share his music with you overall though. He wants to ‘open your mind’ he says sometimes too with a smirk. He wants you to listen to his songs, he’s got a mixtape of his songs he thinks you’ll like, and another of his personal favourites. Sure you can listen to them in your way home, or alone in your room. Or you can come over to his and just lay in bed with him as he talks and talks and talks infodumping about everything he knows about the songs. Little behind the scenes details, and rewinding so you can hear the best part again (probably because he was talking through it). He can also play certain parts of songs for you on his guitar once they’re finished, or if he gets carried away the whole thing, but he’ll probably be playing air guitar, knowing the notes off by heart, and you can watch his fingers go as he does so.

He’ll even *hint* at you making your own mixtapes for him, and hint is very light because Eddie’s not too subtle, he doesn’t really care to be. And if not, he’s taking time making a mixtape himself of your favourite songs, so he can try and get into them more. He has them in his van/room when you’re over, usually carrying it around in his bag. It’s like a little reminder of you too, not that he doesn’t have quite a few of your personal affects, or items that have meaning between the two of you, on him at all times.

A bit of a simp, actually a massive simp once he’s fallen for you. So anything you ask him to help you with, whether right now or for future reference, Eddie is quite literally leaping up, and asking you specifics so he doesn’t fuck it up, before going to do what you’d asked of him.

People also haven’t really trusted Eddie to be the one to ask for things in the past, even when he was little, so he likes that you trust him enough to ask to help out with little things. And of course that you trust him so completely you go straight to him to lean on for big matters.

If it is something big and serious, Eddie will be serious. He will be whatever you need, because he genuinely does understand people, and he’s actually a very empathetic guy. But especially for you he’ll take your hands in his and ask questions, nodding at whatever it is you say, as he goes through with you what he need, so he can go do it.

Anything you need Eddie is going to try as hell to do for you at the end of the day. No matter important or tiny. He loves you so much, and he’s going to do anything to make you happy and comfy. You’re the love of his life, the one person he genuinely loves more than anything in the world by far. He’s going to do everything and anything to make sure you feel like you’re doing all the good and important and little things you wanna do in life, or you would like someone to do for you.

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summary: After getting drunk with your best friend, Eddie, you find out he’s never been kissed before. You’re happy to help him in that area (and maybe others…)

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Eddie had been your best friend since second grade. He had always been there for you, no matter what. Even when the two of you fought, he would always come over when you called him.

You would often spend a chunk of the day listening to Eddie bitch about Steve Harrington on your way to the video store. You knew he was just jealous of how Dustin adored Steve, the guy was practically a god to him.

But whenever you brought it up, he’d get completely defensive, going off about how he’s ‘not jealous, just worried that Dustin will fall victim to the disease that is popularity.’

Of course, if popularity was a disease- you don’t even know what you and Eddie were. You weren’t unpopular by any means, you were on good terms with the general school population, but you wouldn’t consider too many people your friend.

That pretty much caused your Friday nights to be spent alone with Eddie, but the two of you didn’t mind. You’d watch movies or have Eddie explain whatever plan he had for the next d&d campaign, you never really understood what was going on, but he always had you hooked on the story.

Tonight, it was your turn to pick, and you had decided on a game that has stood the test of time with sleepovers.

“No, no way I’m playing truth or dare.”

“Please! Come on, it’ll be fun!” You begged,

He shook his head, “Nope, can’t we do anything else?”

You stood your ground, “Hey, it’s my week to pick. And remember last week when you were half an hour late? You owe me a night of thruthing and daring.” You say, crossing your arms on your chest.

Eddie rolls his eyes, “Fine, truth or dares it is.”

It starts pretty tame, but the longer you play, the more fun Eddie is having. Asking more daunting questions and embarrassing dares.

It took about an hour for you to introduce alcohol into the game, and it didn’t take much longer for the two of you to be piss-drunk on Eddie’s couch, filters completely gone as you both answer questions you’d never tell each other otherwise.

“Truth,” you say, ready to answer any question he had.

He pauses, his breath hitching as he scratches his palms- he’s nervous. “Eddie? What’s the question?” You ask, trying to calm him down.

“Wh-what happened with you and Billy?” He asks.

You and Billy Hargrove had a very brief relationship a couple of months before the StarCourt Mall fire last year. You knew he didn’t like you that much, and you weren’t fond of him, but honestly, you didn’t care. You just wanted someone.

But even though you never really liked him, it hurt when you broke up. Eddie hated him, so you didn’t really talk about what happened between you two. Billy’s death made it even harder to talk about, but with Eddie, you knew you were safe to talk to him about anything.

“So… that’s what happened.”

Eddie takes a big sigh, “Wow,” He says, turning to you, “Is it bad I’m a little jealous right now?” He asked.

You laugh, “You’re jealous of a shitty, toxic relationship where the guy died in a fire?” You ask, taking a swig of your drink.

He chuckles, shaking his head, “No, no, just having a relationship in general, someone who wants to be with you like that.” He ducks his head in embarrassment.

You look at him, “Come on Ed, plenty of girls would want to be with you. You’re the perfect guy.” You say, lightly punching his shoulder.

“You say that, but look at me. I haven’t even kissed a woman yet, but please show me the line of women waiting for me.” He says, throwing his hands in the air.

His eyes went wide once he realised what he said, and you can’t lie, your own eyes matched his. You don’t know why you didn’t consider it, Eddie was older than you, he always had this “cool guy” attitude to him. Sure you’d never seen him with a girl- or guy, but you just assumed. He never told you anything otherwise- until now.

This urge hit you, one you had been fighting for years now. You weren’t sure whether it was the buzz from being drunk or the new information, but the urge changed into a demand.

He hasn’t had a first kiss? Let’s give him one he’ll never forget.

You moved closer to him, using one hand to take him and the other to cup his cheek. He leans into the touch before his mind catches up, realising what’s about to happen. His eyes go wide.

“Oh, oh, uh-“ He stutters, “You don’t have to-it's fine.” He says.

You shush him, “I want to,” You lean in, you can feel his breath on your lips. “Do you?” You ask, the question coming out like a whisper.

He nods, and before you can second guess yourself, you press a soft kiss to his lips.

The kiss is chaste, but just as you lean back, he’s pulling you back in, his left hand finding your hips while the right cups your cheek.

The kiss is quite sloppy at first, but Eddie is a fast learner. Quickly becoming one of the better kisses you’ve had.

You poke your tongue against his lips, asking for permission to enter, he obliges, giving you space to kiss him with your tongue. It doesn’t take long before he’s experimenting with his own, finding out what’s good and what isn’t.

He nips at your bottom lip, just testing the waters, you moan into the kiss, causing him to groan.

You slide into his lap, straddling him as his hands slip just under your shirt. The cool rings on your skin tickle, so you giggle, pulling out of the kiss. Moving down to kiss his neck.

You can feel the vibrations of his groans on your lips, encouraging you to continue. You quickly find his sweet spot and bite down to suck a bruise. He moans out, bucking his hips up into yours, you moan, gripping his shoulders for stability.

You finally get to look at him, his face is bright red, his lips were completely swollen, he looks completely and utterly fucked out. But he’s also smiling like he just won the lottery, which in his eyes, he just has.

The bulge underneath you quickly grows as he hardens, you roll into it, eliciting another moan from him. You lean in, kissing his neck before licking along his jaw.

“Wait-“ He says, moving you back into place. Just as you’re about to ask what’s wrong, he grips at your shirt, tugging it. He’s trying to ask you to take it off.

You smirk, you’ve never seen Eddie like this. So… needy, desperate. You decide to take advantage of it. “What d’ya want baby? What is it?” You ask, giving him the most innocent look you can.

He starts stuttering, fingers still toying with the hem of your shirt, you almost feel guilty, wanting to apologise and give him whatever he asks for. But you also like the position you’re in right now.

You grip his chin, making him look at you. “Words, baby, I need you to tell me what you want.” You say, moving to nibble on his earlobe.

To your amusement, he whines, “Please,” he

whimpers, “Please let me take it off.

You smile, about to pull your ace card. You press a chaste kiss to his lips, “Good boy,” you mutter against his lips. You’re very pleased when he reacts by bucking his hips up to yours. You smirk, “You like that?” You ask.

He nods, “Yeah, I really do.” he says, his face turning red as he buries his face in your neck to hide.

Despite enjoying teasing him, you decide to give in, tugging on your own shirt to let him pull it off you. You thank yourself for deciding to forgo a bra today. He practically tears your shirt off of you, moaning at the sight of your breasts.

“Holy shit…” He mutters, his hands hovering just under your breasts, he’s waiting for permission.

You smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “You can touch me, Ed,” You say, a chuckle clouding your words.

And just like that, he goes in. Taking your breast into his mouth, sucking, biting and licking across your nipple. You moan at the stimulation, grinding down onto him, “Fuck, so good.”

He takes this as a sign to keep going- as he should. Gripping harder on your waist as he takes your nipple in between his teeth, rolling it before licking to soothe it.

You card your hands through his hair, tugging as you moan. You’re being absolutely worked. This was supposed to be about him, you’ve gotta fix this.

You tug his hair, pulling him off of your breast. You sit up slightly, moving your hand to palm at his cock. He moans, shuddering as you light drag your nails across his neck.

You unbutton his jeans, resting your hand on the zipper as you look to him for permission. Once his brain catches up he’s nodding profusely, a begging mess for you.

As soon as you’ve undone his jeans, you’re pushing your hand into his boxers, wrapping your hand around his hard cock and slowly stroking it.

He moans, rolling his hips into your hand. “Son of a bitch.” He mutters.

When you remove your hand, he actually whines, desperate for your hand back on him, but that desperation is rewarded as you kiss along his jawline, leaning into his ear, “I wanna suck you off,” you mutter, grinding into him. He moans, rolling his hips up to match your rolls. “Is that okay?” You ask.

Before you’ve even finished the sentence, he’s profusely nodding, “Yes- yes please.” He sputters.

You roll into him once more- for good measure, before moving to go on your knees. “You’re- this is- wow…” He says, watching as you pull his jeans and boxers down.

His cock springs free, slapping his stomach. It’s a surprising length- you never really thought about how big he would be, but you didn’t think it would be that big. It’s slightly curved, with a very red tip, like it’s angry, demanding stimulation.

You decide to oblige, pressing a kiss to the red tip. Eddie immediately moans, bucking his hips. You want to tease him, but decide to be nice this time. Finding a vein in the base and following it right up to his slit, licking the precum.

He lets out a guttural moan, “Oh my god, please don’t tease me, baby, please.”

The mix of his begging and that nickname burned in your abdomen, feeling the wetness from your panties on your leg where you sit.

You decide to be kind, guiding his cock into your mouth and sinking as far down as you can. Using your hand to rub whatever parts you can’t fit.

You swallow, causing him to jerk, hitting the back of your throat. You pull off, gagging and coughing. You try to let him know it’s okay, but he’s already profusely apologising.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you- shit. Do you need something? Do I need to call an ambulance?” He says, not taking a breath in between any of his words.

As your coughing comes to a stop, you sit back up on the couch, resting your hand on his cheek. “Hey, I’m fine, was just surprised s’all, it’s no big deal.” You say, he nods, “Now, we can stop if you want, but I’d be happy to keep going.”

He looks up at you with near doe eyes, “Really? You’re sure you’re okay?”

You giggle at his nervousness, the way he cares for you making your heart swell. “I’m fine, that shit happens all the time. Some people are into it.” You say, his eyes widen. God- he really is clueless about this stuff.

He takes a second, “I don’t think- I’m into it. Is that okay? I just don’t like seeing you like that.” He whispers, brushing his hand along your hair.

You nod, pressing another kiss to his lips. “Of course it’s okay,” You pull back, still seeing some apprehension in him. Your heart aches, he’s not doing anything wrong, he shouldn’t feel guilty.

“Okay, how about this.” You start, he looks at you with peak interest, “If you’re uncomfortable, and want to stop, you say red, if you want me to slow down, say yellow, yeah?” He nods, understanding what you’re talking about.

“And if I want to slow down, I’ll tap twice,” You say, tapping twice on his thigh to show him. “And if I wanna stop, I tap continuously.” You say, tapping at a rapid pace. “Does that make you feel better?” You ask, kissing the side of his lips.

He nods again, looking so much more relaxed. “Definitely, I don’t wanna hurt you.” He says, rubbing along your back.

You giggle, “I’m glad,” You say, leaning in to kiss him, taking his cock in your hand and gently stroking it. “You want me to keep going?” You ask.

He nods before moaning, “Please, please do.” he says, rolling his hips into your hand.

You nod, sinking back down to your knees. Since he still seems nervous, it’s probably better to go a little slow. You press kisses along his length, rubbing the slit with your thumb, smearing the precum over his tip.

He gasps as you start to place kitten licks along the slit, slowly getting bigger as your mouth started to cover his head. He moans, “Fuck baby, s’good.” He says, hand reaching to pull your hair away from your face.

Eventually, you get down far enough that your nose is brushing his pubic hair. You take that as the best sign to start travelling up and down his shaft, swallowing when needed -and sometimes just to feel how he squirms.

His moans turn one continuous string of moans as you feel his cock throb in you. He reaches to feel the way his cock sits in your mouth, swearing at the sight of it.

He feels- close, so you start to increase the pace at which you bob your head. You feel him tense below your hand. “Shit- so close.” He moans.

You continue to swallow around him, encouraging him to unload in your mouth. He moans, allowing himself to fully let go, spilling his seed into your mouth. You smile as you swallow around him, making sure to catch every drop before popping off of him.

“Holy- holy shit.” He mutters, repeating various swear words as you coax him back to you.

You can tell he’s worn out, certainly too tired to learn any ways of getting you off, but that doesn’t matter. Tonight wasn’t about you, it was about him, making him feel good. And after tonight, truth or dare is his new favourite game.

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[bloodandtime]

savage good boy

uhhh inspired by this post of eddie wearing a skirt!! everyone say thank u @eddiemunsonwillbethedeathofme! wrote this in just a couple hours so this has not been edited whatsoever so have fun!! wc: 7.3k

cw: 18+ mdni, oral (m receiving) fem!reader (actually could be gn!reader i don’t think there’s description of r other than having hair!!) eddie wearing a skirt, ass smacking, bad writing, too many uses of the word ‘you’, too many pet names, weed, cum sharing, i think that’s it?

“Hey, Edwarrrrrd,” you say, letting yourself into the trailer. The music that was playing decreased in volume, “You in your room?” you call out, toeing off your shoes at the door.

You can hear Eddie grunt followed by an expletive before he calls out, slightly pained, “Yeah! I’ll be out in a sec!” Not feeling the need to respond you take a familiar path to the kitchen to grab two waters and back to the couch.

You’ll for sure be smoking, which means coughing so water’s always essential to have at your fingertips when you’re with Eddie.

You’re settled when his door creaks open, Eddie’s nervous voice rings out,

“So, I’m wearing something new.” He’s still hidden in the hallway, “Will you tell me if I look stupid?”

Your heart aches at the nervousness in his tone, “Eddie’s there’s no way you look stupid. You know I love your style.” smiling, even though he can’t see you, you continue softly, “Please come out, Eddie.”

Eddie steps around the corner and you gasp, warmth already spreading in your lower belly, and down, down, down. You grip the arm of couch, tight.

“Holy Shit, Eddie.” You sound breathless, looking him up and down, slowly drinking him in.

Eddie’s got a cropped faded black sleeveless shirt on, the exposed skin shows his happy trail leading down to a black plaid skirt that ends mid thigh, with a chain on the waistband. His pretty pale thighs are covered in fishnets that lead into his black biker boots.

His hair is in a half up half down do, with space buns. Dangling from his ears is a cross earring and two gold hoops.

You’ve been quiet a little too long and now Eddie’s nervous. One leg crossing in front of the other, closing in on himself.

You immediately stand up and take his hands, asking him to look at you. Once his watery brown eyes meet yours, you let it all out.

“Eddie, you look fucking insane.” You breathe out, he flushes a deeper red, “Like… un fucking real. You’re so beautiful.”

Eddie all but beams, finally squeezing your hands in return. He pulls you into a warm hug,

“Thank you,” he whispers, breath warm on your neck he continues “you being so kind, means a lot to me, loser.”

Pulling away to meet his gaze, you say, “I’m not just being kind, dummy” pulling on a strand of his hair teasingly, he glares but a smile is glued to his lips “you know I wouldn’t blow smoke up your ass, Eddie.”

You maneuver so you’re standing beside him with an arm around his waist and decide to be bold.

The smack you land on his ass honestly kind of stings your hand but look of shock and indignation on Eddie’s face is worth it, “Now let’s smoke sweet heart.” You smirk and move toward the couch.

“You just smacked my ass.” He deadpans.

Sitting and smiling up at him, “I did. Don’t act so scandalized, you’re a grown ass man.” Eddie finally sits, still pink in the cheeks and clearly shocked, “You’ve definitely slapped my ass too, so I really don’t know why you’re so shocked.”

He shakes his head and laughs, curls bouncing, “Why’d you smack mine though?” He presses, as he sits down, close but not touching.

You smile, shy. “I dunno, you just look cute, I felt the need to.” You finish with an embarrassed laugh, heat rising up your neck burning your cheeks.

Eddie splutters, “I am not cute. I am hot and sexy,” he finishes with a wiggle of his eyebrows and you laugh as you lean back into the couch.

You watch him roll, his long fingers make quick work of producing two joints, your eyes glued to his hands the entire time.

Watching him light up is a treat. Something about Eddie manspreading in this particular outfit sends your brain haywire. You’re usually better at hiding your crush on your best friend but today is going to be unbelievably difficult.

Eddie leans his head back on the couch as he releases the smoke from his mouth and passes you the joint, you’re too stuck in your head to notice him staring at you.

He’s curious about your reaction, smacking his ass and you really truly looked like you wanted to eat him alive when he first stepped around the corner.

Christ, if he knew this was all it took to get you going he would have bought a skirt a long time ago.

Eddie is ashing the joint and you’re both now thigh to thigh on the couch. Eddie had moved closer after he had put a movie on. Which you haven’t paid attention too, alo you can focus on is Eddie’s tummy sticking out of the crop top, and taking in every inch of his thighs that’s exposed when adjusts in his seat.

Watching him ash the joint pushes you over the edge, your self control vanishing.

“Eddie, can I suck you off?” He chokes on the exhale of his last hit, his brain just a little fuzzy so he’s worried he misheard.

“What did you say sweetheart?” He asks, brown eyes wide staring into yours. You want to fold in on yourself and run out the trailer door but you’re already in this deep.

“Can I suck you off?” Reaching out to run a hand on his thigh, you continue “I’ve not stopped thinking about it since you came out in that skirt.” You sound desperate, Eddie’s cock twitches at your tone.

“Please, Eddie.” You slide down to the floor between his legs, kneeling with your hands on your thighs.

Eddie can barely breathe, so he musters all his courage to nod his head. Placing your hands on his ankles you run them up to his thighs so slowly, then back down again, then up again, repeating. He thinks he could cum from the sight of you on your knees and the feel of your hands on him alone.

“Need your words, baby.” You say as you squeeze his thighs.

He inhales, “Please. P-please suck my cock.”

You press a kiss to the inside of both of his thighs right where his skirt ends, soft and sweet. “Good boy.” He whimpers in response and you flip up his skirt.

You gasp again.

He’s not wearing anything underneath other than his fishnets. His hard cock is stuck to his thigh, pointing up to his belly.

You groan, pressing your head against his other thigh as you look up at him. His pupils are blown wide, his cheeks are flushed and his buns are starting to fall out. He’s stunning.

“Eddie, I can’t believe you’ve just had your cock out this whole time.” You mouth at his thigh, nipping at it as you pull away and he sighs.

His cock is pretty, long and thick. It would be a stretch but you know if would feel so fucking good.

You lean forward to mouth at one of his soft balls, his cock still stuck under his fishnets. He gasps and lets out a long fuuuuuuuck as his hands find the back of your head.

“I’ll buy you new ones,” you say as you pull away and rip his tights, his cock springs up finally free. Eddie gasps, jerking his hips as you take the head of his cock in your mouth, tongue laving over his frenulum.

Eddie tugs at your hair with a long lew moan followed by, “Holy fuck, babe.”

Relaxing your jaw and pressing forward, you take him deeper. Eddie’s right hand travels a path to your cheek, his thumb stroking the apple of it.

“Look at me.” He says, voice strained.

You look up at him and he’s even more of a mess than before. You want to wreck him.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” His thumb strokes your cheek as you bob up and down on his cock, gazes locked “taking me so fucking well. You like sucking your best friend’s cock?” You groan around him and pull off.

Gasping, you agree, “I do, Eddie. Always want your cock” One hand goes to massage his balls and you lick long languid strokes up his shaft. “I especially love sucking your cock while you look so pretty in your tiny little skirt.”

He grasps at your roots and tugs. as you place your mouth back on the head of his cock and hum. You press further down on him, trying to reach the base.

What you can’t reach, you’ve started jerking off. The shlick sound of your hand loud in your ears, but all you’re really focused on is Eddie’s whimpers and moans and sweet nothings he keeps saying.

“Baby, baby, baby” he bables as you swallow around him, “i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum. Where do you want it?”

You hum in response, pressing further down.

He’s a whimpering babbling mess above you, gripping tight onto your hair he starts to jerk his hips up, fucking your throat.

He’s cumming in your mouth soon after, with a long pretty whine and sweet call of your name.

He yanks you up off him, and kisses you full on the mouth. You settle in his lap with a thigh on either side of his as your hands find their way to his hair. He moans as he tastes himself on you, practically licking your mouth clean of his essence.

Pulling away he licks up the rest of his cum that had leaked out and down your chin and neck. He pulls you back into a bruising kiss.

You both pull away to breathe, warm in the face and chests heaving. Eddie has both of his hands on your face, his thumbs take a gentle path back and forth on your cheeks. Closing your eyes you sigh happily and lean into his touch.

You feel his lips on yours once again and your grips tightens on his shoulders where your hands have made home.

Eddie pulls away, just enough thar you can hear him say, his lips still brushing yours with every word, “Give me 10 minutes, sweetheart and I’ll show you just how good I look in this skirt while I’m fucking you.”

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