#eddie munson x bimbo!reader

[queenimmadolla]

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

(Tattoo Artist!Eddie Munson x Apprentice!Reader)

Summary: . . . After deciding you were meant for more than what life had in store for you, you gave into the siren call of the city─well a city. But when city life finally eats away at your bank account and your main source of income isn't reliable, you take on an apprenticeship at a tattoo shop where your boss is the six-foot something, tattoo covered Eddie Munson who quickly and unwisely becomes intrigued by you. Nothing romantic can come from it, lest you risk it being torn apart by your past, his lover and yourself.

Entire Work Warnings: 18+ (smut will take place in later chapters), swearing, financial problems, mentions of loss, escorts/call girls, age gap (Eddie is 36, reader is 25), financial shaming, slut shaming, implied sexual harassment, bimbo!reader (she may not be book smart but she knows the score) angst, self-sabotage.

a/n: based on my initial post and elements of Breakfast at Tiffany's. next chapters will be significantly juicer, this was just something to get us going. this is dedicated to @munsonology, happy birthday and I hope this year was a good one! and a very gratitude filled thank you to my dear friend, @kitmon, for continuing to be an an amazing beta! hope you guys like it so far ♡ (attempting the keep reading feature, fingers crossed)

word count: 5k

“They don’t bite.” “Hmn?” Came your absent-minded reply, eyes cutting from the harpy, evil in her eyes and blood soaking her talons, to the man flipping through the red binder you’d been carrying around you in the Indianapolis heat. 

  Sweat evaporated off your skin, giving away to goosebumps in the air conditioned shop, a much welcome relief to the borderline unbearable heatwave settling over the city streets, something that can be found in every nook and cranny. You’d been navigating your way throughout the city since before dawn broke, eager to get your fill of it while the streets were quiet and a decent temperature. It had been almost chilly this morning, your thick strapped tank top and daisy dukes—that you normally wouldn’t allow yourself to be caught dead in—leaving most of your skin exposed, with no direct sunlight to warm it. Now that the sun was out, you were on fire out there.

“The artwork.” He glanced at the framed harpy drawing along the wall, the one you’d been staring at, one of many framed depictions of gruesome and mythical looking creatures. “I don’t blame you though, that one isn’t particularly my favorite. Pretty badass, though. Heh.” “Oh,” You shook your head, the oversized shades adorning your face sliding down the bridge of your nose, “No, I’m not afraid of it. I like it. It must have taken forever though.”

  You turned your attention to her again, admiring how realistic her feathers appeared. Painstakingly detailed and whoever was walking around the city with her on their body surely endured a generous amount of pain to get her. 

  And a large hole in their wallet.

  “It took a ton of sessions, for sure. My boy did it a couple years ago.” The man, Argyle, as he’d introduced himself when you’d first walked into the shop, flipped his long black hair over his shoulder before he flipped to the next page of your portfolio. He let out a sound of appreciation as he leaned his weight on his elbow, hand resting over his mouth.

  “This is good! This is really good!”

You lifted your chin to peer at the drawing he was fascinated with. Ah.

It was a drawing of the skeletal Grim Reaper, cloaked in a black robe and scythe clutched in one hand while his boney middle fingers stretched his eye socket holes down in an obvious taunt. A tongue, black and tendril like, lulled out of his mouth.

You thought it was pretty good, too. The idea for it had struck you at a party, you’d been hiding from an annoying suitor and ducked into an office room, doodling to your heart's content once you grew past your boredom.

You grinned, a feeling of giddiness beginning to bubble inside you.

“Listen, the DM’s out right now, running some errands. He should be back soon, can I hold onto this?” Argyle asked, gripping the sides of the binder and raising it as if you didn’t already know he was referring to your portfolio, “I think he’ll be pretty impressed with your stuff.” You fidgeted with your fingers, giddiness giving away to nerves once more. “Really? You think so?” Hope was something you hadn’t felt in a while; you’d been through exactly fourteen tattoo shops throughout the city, most of which you’d been rebuffed from before they so much as flipped open your portfolio, having already decided your particular aesthetic didn’t fit their image. They hadn’t verbalized as much, but you knew. You glanced down at your pink boots, already such a stark contrast to the black beams beneath your feet.

It wouldn’t be a big deal if you hadn’t made a wager with yourself, you could only go home once you’d accomplished your task of getting one of the shop owners to actually look at your work. While Argyle had made it clear he wasn’t the head honcho, he’d be passing it along.

“Yeah, man! This is some pretty legit stuff! I’ve been tatting, myself, for a couple years now, and I’m good–don’t wanna flex or nothing but I’m really good. Only it took a couple of years for me to actually get this good, you know? And I’m not even talking about on skin. You haven’t tattooed anyone before, right?” You thought back to when you had mentioned your art skill to a brief...something, he’d been intoxicated enough on expensive wine and your sangria kisses to encourage you to use the tattoo kit one of your friends had re-gifted you after her interest in the subject waned. You’d never particularly imagined yourself etching into people’s skin before, not even when she’d given you the supplies because she’d seen some of your doodles.

Thanks to her, a suit and tie you no longer spoke to, who made more money than you’ll ever see, was walking around with a secret under his briefs: a pair of shiny cherries on his left ass cheek.

  It was no loss to you. Sure, he made money. Just not nearly enough for you to tolerate how aggressive he’d been with his affections as soon as he was sloshed. You’d given him the tattoo with his drunk pals cheering him on, went out to a very high standard club, then promptly ditched him the moment you were out of his sight. You hadn’t answered the door when he came pounding on it the next morning and the morning after that.

  You’d originally had no intentions of using the tattoo equipment, until that encounter. It had planted a seed, an idea that may get you out of what you had to do to survive. Tattooing hadn’t been a passion, and it still wasn’t quite one but you needed money and you had talent.

“No,” You lied with a shake of your head, “I haven’t.”

“That’ll change soon,” he laughed, closing your binder as he leaned further over the glass counter. Your gaze briefly flickered to the jewelry it housed.

  “You got a number we can reach you at?”

  You’d scrawled the number of your landline down on the back of one of their business cards before Argyle could rethink his decision to pass your work along. 

  “Hopefully, we’ll see you soon!” He called out as you retreated towards the door.

  God, I hope so.

  The thought of a somewhat stable job that could help the pitiful state of your checking and savings account was the only thing powering you through your long walk home. You couldn’t risk a cab, that would mean you’d have no fare money for tonight, and who knows if you’d have to make a speedy exit?

  You’d learned. Eventually.

  Forty-five minutes later, you entered your apartment, sagging back against the door as you dropped your bag and kicked your shoes off, unconcerned as to where exactly they’d landed. 

  Sweat glistened over your skin, and unlike in that last tattoo shop, there was no air conditioning to cool you. You and Sid saved that for special occasions.

  Instead, you opened the large window to the fire escape, obnoxious sounds of the city you called home filling the apartment.

  It wasn’t much, but it was better. Next came the matter of your clothes, stuck in the most uncomfortable of ways to your flesh. Your tank top was peeled off and thrown over the couch, daisy dukes abandoned near the entryway of the small kitchen on your way to the bathroom.

  A quick glance was spared behind you, taking in the state of your shared home. It was a mess and not even remotely surprising. The place was barely furnished with the essentials, all of which were secondhand: a couch, a coffee table with a sheet over it to hide the stains, one shelving unit, a rug and tapestries hung artfully on the walls for deception. They made the place look more put together than it was, but you’d love it even if it were still barren. A roof over your head in the city meant you didn’t have to return to the past you’d clawed your way out of..

  The only thing worth much was the framed photo on the kitchen counter, and that was only in sentimental value. You and Sid, arms around each other’s shoulders as you sat in a booth at a shitty diner you’d tried upon first moving to the city. They’d taken your photo for being the 600th customer and tacked it to the wall.

  You’d stolen it and had no regrets because you got to keep your memory and ended up getting food poisoning.

  With a shrug, you entered the bathroom for a much needed scrub down and some disassociating. Your mess could wait.

  ─

  Eddie was not in a great mood when he walked into the shop.

  His jacket was clutched in a sweaty palm, rings twisting around the flesh of his fingers and his bangs were beginning to stick to his forehead, all the result of the walk from his fucking car to the shop door. 

  “Grumpy?” Argyle asked, amused with the clear annoyance on his face.

  Eddie sneered, standing under the vent for a minute to cool down, “Triple digits. Triple fucking digits out there, man. You could shove a thermometer up the devil’s asshole and it’d be cooler than that.”

  Once he’d solidified, he stalked past the front desk, threw his jacket onto the counter and picked up a stack of mail.

  “Did I miss anything?” Eddie asked as he flipped through the envelopes, mostly junk.

  “A couple of walk-ins. Nothing too major there, handled them myself. Simple stuff, one wanted a goldfish. Not like a detailed one, like how you’d try and draw a goldfish cracker. We did have a few who wanted a couple of advance pieces, got ‘em booked for consultations with Johnny boy and Rob.”

  “Nice,” Eddie chuckled under his breath at the mental image of the goldfish tattoo, most likely an act of affection. Tattooing people who wanted to permanently carry reminders of their children was one of Eddie’s favorites to do, partially because of the sentiment but mostly because the drawings were amusing.

  He’d just finished tossing out the junk mail when he reached for his jacket to hang it up properly and discovered it had been concealing something. 

  “What’s this?” Eddie asked as he lifted the slim red binder. Looked relatively new.

  “Huh?” Argyle glanced up from the sketch he was working on, recognition flashing across his face, “Oh, yeah! We got a prospective new hire, someone dropped off their portfolio.”

  Eddie rolled his eyes and heaved out a heavy sigh as his jacket was tossed aside yet again. He had nothing against other tattoo artists, but the last one he’d hired that hadn’t come from his friend group ended up nearly destroying the group. 

  Henry had been charming, good at his job and charismatic. Turns out, he’d also been a master manipulator and had a particularly abhorrent temper. Tensions had been high, heads were butting and fights had occurred—with a permanent reminder in the wall near the front entrance where a large hole had been punched through. Henry had to go.

  Eddie wasn’t looking to repeat the situation.

  “I think we’re good on artists around here–and put a reminder on the calendar for me to patch that damn crater up.”  

  “Well, it’s a good thing the artist isn’t a tattoo artist. Yet. I’d look at that portfolio first before making any decisions, if I were you. I think you’re gonna see the beginnings of something goooooood, and dude, you’ll be killing our fun if you fix it. Do you know how many glory hole jokes we tell?” Eddie ignored the latter half of Argyle’s statement, reluctantly flipping the portfolio open to the first page and annoyance began to associate itself with him once more. 

  A body, in a state of decomposition greeted him. But it wasn’t maggots or rotting flesh involved. Flowers grew out of the crevices, with moss and mushrooms over her skin. A lot of fine line work.

  The next page was home to a bird-like creature with the body of a lion, a Griffin. Done in American Traditional.

  A skinny, demonic looking goat with horns and legs long enough to belong to a horse, clouded eyes and wyvern wings was on the page after that. The Jersey Devil. Someone knew their Cryptids.

  The portfolio contained a vast amount of drawings from horror depictions to more aesthetically pleasing visions; the hydra, skeletons, dragons, goddesses, respectable attempts at the modern Renaissance pieces, and even a couple of Barbie references, ranging in a variety of tattoo styles. 

  Eddie closed the portfolio and drummed his fingertips across the countertop, scowling. 

  That long haired doofus was right. This was beyond good work. But if they weren’t a tattoo artist, there wasn’t much Eddie could do with them. Drawing on paper is a much more different experience than skin. Mistakes can be erased on paper, the sketch done over again. Can’t do the same on flesh. 

  It’s intimidating. 

  They’d have to start off slow, like he had. Trained under a watchful eye, an expert who’d guide them with experienced hands. He was sure Jonathan and Robin would be eager to have an apprentice.

  But before Eddie would even begin to entertain the idea of an apprentice in his shop, he’d have to see exactly what it was he was working with.

  “Leave a number?” He asked without looking at Argyle because he knew he’d see nothing but a smug expression.

  “Yup.”

  “See if you can get him back in the shop tomorrow.”

  “Why not today?”

  “Because I have a session for the rest of the day, remember?”

  “Oh, yeah! I forgot.” Argyle’s grin was sheepish as he read off the calendar. “Stacy Peterson called. Car troubles. Unable to make it to appointment with Eddie. Rescheduled. Heh. So…you also missed that.”

  “I’ll strangle you later, just get him in here then.”

  Argyle opened his mouth, then closed it as an expression that said I know something you don’t crossed his strong features. “Righty-O, boss. I’ll give him a call.”

  You’d been lounging in the bathtub, hair up and out of the way, eyeing the grooves of the shower tile. They were a permanent taunt, stained dark no matter how hard you and Sid scrubbed and you hated the sight of them. 

  People with money didn't have to stare at them, able to afford to have them professionally cleaned or the shower wall—the entire bathroom renovated.

  Someday, that would be you. 

  You sunk further into the water, toeing at the faucet when the shrill sound of the landline filled your more than humble home. The thought of simply letting it ring played in your head until you remembered the tattoo shop you’d visited last. 

  Hastily rising from the tub, water was splashed along the floor while you did a terrible job of drying off and ran naked the rest of the way to the living room, almost slipping as you did.

  The receiver was yanked off its post, “Hello?”

  “What’s up, Dudette? Argyle calling, dunno if you remember me from earlier…”

  “Yeah! From the tattoo shop, right?”

  “Right-O! Listen, The Dungeon Master is in and he wants to see if you can get down here to show him what you got. Possible?”

  “Yeah, it’ll be no problem!” You’d have to run most of the way but street traffic around this time wasn’t that bad so you wouldn’t have to fight your way through bodies.

  “Cool, cool, cool. And between you and me, this is pretty much the interview process. Good luck, dudette, and may the force be with your tattie skills. I’ll see you when you get here!”

  As soon as you’d hung up, you ran to your room to get dressed. You didn’t have much of a wardrobe, but it wasn’t high on your list of priorities considering you and Sid practically shared one. Another tank top was selected—to mitigate sweating on your way to your interview—along with a gifted pink thong and matching bra. You’d snagged your Daisy Dukes from the floor on your way out, shimmied them on, grabbed your small bag and keys and headed out.

  The selection of attire was a good one, the heat was still stupidly unbearable and heavy. You’d need to wash off again tonight. You’d managed to make it to the shop in under twenty-five minutes, having ignored all the looks you’d received as you hurried along the streets and the feeling of the air conditioner on your skin was a welcome one when you made your way back into the shop.

  Argyle greeted you with a bright grin from his place behind the counter, throwing up his hands, “You made it! One sec.”

  Then he turned his upper body to call into an area you couldn’t quite see into, “Oh, Eddie boy! Your prospect has arrived.”

  You hadn’t cared to entertain ideas on what your potential boss could look like, all you were concerned about was the position and getting your foot in the door. Even if you had tried to imagine him, nothing could have prepared you for the actual sight of him when he emerged.

  He was big, tall and cloaked in black, despite the heat of the city. He wore what you figured had once been a black t-shirt but was now lacking sleeves and a proper neck hem to be considered a makeshift tank. His pants were shiny leather and also tight, hugging the muscles of his thighs, and he sported a dark pair of pointed boots.

  He wasn’t particularly muscular enough to be the body builder type, but it looked like he could probably pick another grown man up with ease. His skin had a light tan to it, barely anything really, just like everyone else, he obviously couldn’t escape the sun. It was littered with intricate tattoos, weaving up his arms—a few you could tell disappeared under his shirt—and his neck.

  The word freak was permanently etched in black ink along his temple and over his eyebrow. Two silver balls decorated his other eyebrow.

  Leaning up against the back wall like that, arms crossed to make the muscles of his arms bulge slightly and oozing confidence, he looked like the personification of some really good sex.

  But he wasn’t what you were seeking out and you didn’t like to mix business with pleasure.

  Eddie was caught completely off guard, trying to school his shock and keep his composure.

  When he’d seen that portfolio, he was expecting someone with jagged edges, piercings galore and more than just a couple of tattoos to be behind it and standing in the entryway of his shop.

  Someone who looked like their art.

  You…didn’t. With your little pink cowboy boots, tank top that accentuated your figure and shorts so small, they should’ve been considered a form of underwear, you didn’t look at all similar to what Eddie was expecting. Not even if he closed his eyes.

  You didn’t waste time, quickly introducing yourself as you stepped up to the front desk and Eddie pulled himself from his stupor, closing the distance to shake your palm. Smaller than his (though most were) and slightly sweaty, no doubt due to that god forsaken heat outside.

  Eddie could see bits of your hair sticking to your skin, little beads of sweat prickling over your exposed collarbone and trailing down, down between your─

  “Thank you for taking the time to even look at my portfolio! I really appreciate it.”

  Eddie blinked hard, clearing his throat before smirking to pretend he hadn’t been drawn in by your chest.

  What the fuck was wrong with him all of a sudden? 

  He’d had plenty of beautiful clients, he’d tattooed nice asses, tits, pubic regions, thighs, all the beautiful areas. Now all of a sudden he was acting like he’d never seen a pair of tits before. 

  Hell, Eddie had been thoroughly busy with a pair, held them in his hands before he came into the shop.

  Professionalism, he reminded himself.

  “Not a problem, what I see—saw was pretty impressive,” Nice save, Eddie, you dick. He cursed himself, “You adapt well to different styles.”

  “Thanks!” You chirped, excitement filling you at the praise. It was so nice to hear positive feedback about your work instead of being sent out of a shop before they so much as opened your binder. “I like to experiment with different styles, see what it is that people like so much about them and honestly, it’s mostly because I haven’t quite found my art style just yet.”

  Hence your range, you were constantly expanding with your art because you hadn’t found one style you wanted to make yours yet. Or maybe you had and just didn’t know it yet. Whatever.

  Eddie and Argyle exchanged a look before he stepped back and nodded in the direction he came, “Why don’t you follow me? Show me what you can do?”

  You didn’t hesitate, stepping past the front desk.

  There was more artwork lining the short hall he took you down until you arrived at another room, obviously one meant for actual tattooing as there was a tattoo chair in the middle of the room. 

  On one of the counters, was an area already prepped for you. A tattoo gun, some ink, and some obviously fake skin that rested on top of a disposable sheet cloth, along with some gloves.

  “Argyle tells me you haven’t worked on skin before.”

  Sure you haven’t.

  “Not a whole lot of people lining up to get tattooed by someone with no experience,” you shrugged, following him over to the counter he was leaning up against.

  “You’re hanging around the wrong crowd then.” He joked and you let out a small laugh.

  He had no idea how right he was.

  “The first tattoos I ever got were from inexperienced people. This one,” he gestured to a Wyvern on the back of his arm, “I got my junior year of high school from a waitress at a bar I always snuck into.”

  “And this one,” he yanked the tattered collar of his shirt down to expose more ink, but the one he was referring to was a spider, “I got my first senior year from someone I did…business with.”

  First senior year? Eddie was proving to be an interesting character.

  “But enough about me,” Eddie released his shirt, allowing it to hide the artwork depicted on his chest, “let’s get down to business.”

  Before he could even explain what everything was, you dropped your purse onto the counter nearby, pulling a small box of unopened gloves from it.

  “You mind?” You asked, fingers poised to rip it open.

  “Go for it,” He shrugged. Gloves were gloves, so long as they were uncontaminated he didn’t mind.

  You tore into them and Eddie was still somehow surprised to see they were pink. Clearly his black ones weren’t your style.

  “Can I ask you a question?” You asked as you pulled the gloves on. Eddie watched you, intrigued as you finished assembling the tattoo gun without his help and opened the ink pack. 

  “Sure,” He mused, eyeing you skeptically. Hadn’t tattooed anyone but you were clearly familiar with it. Interesting.

  “Did your tattoos hurt?”

  Eddie waited until after you’d started the tattoo gun and got into working on the fake flesh. Apparently you already had an idea in mind.

  “A bit of an amateur question, you don’t have one?”

  “Nope.” You confirmed, paying him no mind as you leaned forward, gaze focused solely on your task, “I kind of want one but I’m not in any particular rush, you know?”

  Eddie made a sound of agreement, at a brief loss of words as you arched your back, ass sticking out and he became painfully aware you were wearing a hot pink thong, the tails of it peaking out past the top of your denim shorts. He should’ve offered you a seat but you didn’t seem all that bothered with standing.

  No, that was apparently his foil, because he was incredibly bothered by you standing, especially with your ass out like that; when it made his pants tighten considerably in his crotch region.

  He was getting hard. 

  Eddie was mortified, stiffening (go figure) as he attempted to calm himself, eyes darting away from your ass to stare at one of the cabinets. Of course this had to happen to him on the day he chose to wear a pair of pants that left little to the imagination should the boy downstairs start acting up.

  Don’t look. Don’t look. Don’t look.

  “Hurts, depending on the area, which I’m sure you already know. The tattoos on my back and my thighs hurt pretty bad. Forearms were a bitch, but nothing I couldn’t handle. The ones on my wrists and hands were the worst, pain wise, in my opinion. Obviously it didn't stop me, but those tend to be areas with a lot of bones, veins and very little muscle, so it’s expected.”

  You hummed in response and his gaze briefly flittered over to you before his cock pulsed and he tore it away again, grateful your attention wasn’t on him.

  The remainder of the ‘session’ was spent in relative silence with the music playing through the speakers installed throughout the shop, keeping it from being awkward. Eddie had just managed to will his erection away when you finished, setting down the gun before you pulled your gloves off.

  “What do you think?” You asked, still admiring your work and Eddie peered around you to assess it.

  A wyvern, similar to the one on his arm but done in a fine line style.

  He chuckled, amused with your reference and you fought valiantly with yourself not to grin. You were trying to impress him, sticking with a subject he liked enough to make it a part of him permanently, but you hadn’t imitated the style of it to keep from downright copying and to showcase your ability to adapt.

  “That’s pretty good,” And it was, not a whole lot of people could get lines that perfect or seem as confident in their abilities on their first try. Still, Eddie could tell you’d have some ways to go before you were ready to be on your own, “but you can do better.”

  You tried not to frown, “Oh.”

  Eddie smirked and you finally turned to face him, apprehension on your face.

  “Don’t look so down. After some time around here, watching us work, you’ll be ready. The apprenticeship will fly by in no time.”

  “Wait—you mean—you want me?!”

  “I’d be stupid not to.”

  You let out a squeal and threw yourself at him, giving him a quick squeeze before your brain caught up to your body and you pulled away.

  “Sorry, sorry! I’m just so excited.”

  Eddie cleared his throat, shifting his body away from you and rasped out, “Argyle will have the paperwork for you to fill out.”

  “Got it,” You grabbed your bag and was just about to head out of the room when Eddie called your name, “Huh?”

  “Be back at the same time tomorrow. You’ll be practicing on real skin.” 

  “But I thought you said—” 

  “Me.”

  Something in you bubbled with excitement and nerves.

  You nodded once and then left the room to see Argyle for your paperwork.

  “So?????” Argyle asked once you’d approached him, a sullen look on your face. 

  You couldn’t keep the act up, beaming as you practically bounced, “I’ll be seeing you around more often now!” 

  He whooped, extending an arm out for a high-five which you reciprocated.

  “You are gonna love it here, Dudette. Just wait until you meet everyone! First, we gotta start on your employment.” 

  Your brows furrowed as you watched him go through a filing cabinet.

  “Wait—this is paid?”

  “Yeah! We’re not big on slave labor here.”

  Score for you! You had a feeling you wouldn’t be clocking a ton of hours but every single penny counted, especially considering how hard of a time you had actually building a savings account.

  Argyle had walked you through the paperwork, where to sign, what things meant and since the shop was getting ready to close up you’d simply just bring the completed paperwork back with you tomorrow.

  The door chimed behind you and you turned to see who could be coming in at the last minute, eyes widening at the voluptuous woman before you. Her hair was long and jet black, skin pale (apparently one person in this city was capable of defying the sun) and make-up done so elegantly it reminded you of actresses from the silver screen era. Her dress was simple, black and hugged her curves exceptionally well. You could tell it was worth more than everything in your apartment combined and you’d feel bad about it if you also couldn’t tell she was older than you. 

  You’d have time to get there.

  “Hey, Deidre.”

  “Hello, Argyle.” She gave the both of you a dazzling smile as she removed her sunglasses and walked right past Argyle, down the hall you’d come from.

  He didn’t even look surprised and paid her no real attention.

  “We’ll see you soon?”

  “Damn straight.”

  Argyle let out another cheer as you walked out the door with high spirits. Not even the nasty, hot air could get you down.

  You’d climbed up the stone steps until you reached the sidewalk and glanced behind you at the neon sign depicting the name of the tattoo shop you’d now be working at.

  “Welcome to The Dungeon,” You mumbled to yourself with a smile. 

  You turned back to the sidewalk, staring down at the pathway you’d have to take before you thought better of it, sticking your fingers into your mouth to give a sharp whistle.

  It caught the attention of a cab driver down the street, and you gave him your address when he’d pulled up and you’d hopped in, ready to prepare for tonight's plans. You deserved a little break, after all, you were one step closer to securing the future of your dreams.

  Eddie sagged against the counter once you’d left the room, scowling down at the bulge that had reappeared in his pants when you’d hugged him.

  Why his body was suddenly acting like he was a horny teenager again, he had no idea.

  He wasn’t about to do anything about it, though. Not when you’d be hanging around the shop for the foreseeable future. Eddie didn’t get involved with his employees. He’d worked in a couple of shops where he’d witnessed that occur and it always ended in a mess. Not a good kind.

  He busied himself with cleaning up, tossing away the supplies you’d used and storing your first piece of work. It’d be nice for you to look back at once your apprenticeship was over. When Eddie had nothing else to clean, he sighed and rubbed at his eyelids. 

  Platonic. Professional. God, if he couldn’t keep his dick in check, he’d be in a world of trouble. You’d be trouble.

  “Need a hand?”

  Eddie snapped around, relieved to see it was just Deidre. Explaining why he had a boner to anyone else wasn’t something he was keen on doing. In fact, he probably wouldn’t be telling her exactly why, either.

  Taking her up on her offer, however, was something he would eagerly do.

  “Are you offering yours?”

  She laughed, setting her purse down on the counter where your bag had been just a few minutes ago, and walked right up to Eddie, her body pressed against his and grinding onto him as the older woman slid her arms around his shoulders.

  “Mmm, not just my hand.”

  All Eddie knew next was the taste of her red lipstick. 

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[emsgoodthinkin]

“Hey Ed’s? How many licks do you think it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop?”

“Mm don’t know babe” he mumbles trying to fix the strings on his guitar; he’s been irritated all day. Pent up

“Well.. I’m gonna try and figure it out“ you say, sitting back against the headboard, excited to find out the answer that’s been a mystery for decades

“Mk, g’luck” he replies not really interested

Unwrapping the grape flavored lollipop, tossing the wrapper in the floor eagerly, you set your mind to count every last lick

The taste is so sweet, it’s nostalgic, you haven’t had a sucker in years

1 lick, 2 lick, 3 lick

You lap your tounge all around it, getting every corner, each lick getting sour then sweet in your mouth

You’re louder than you think.

Eddie’s eternally cringing at the sounds, glancing over at you occasionally

25 licks, 26, 27…

You’re so focused on the flavor and the counting, you’re practicing sucking and blowing the damn thing like a cock

Eddie wants to tell you to tone it down but the more you lick, the more hazy and satisfied you feel.

It definitely shows on your face how dedicated to the task; and how concentrated you are

It’s making him horny. Squeezing his cock at the sounds, the way your mouths puckering on the purple candy, staining your lips.. your tongue

87 licks, 88, 89

You’ve been at this for so long, you don’t notice when Eddie sets his guitars down, sliding down his pants, along with his boxers, cock protruding straight up, twitching in anticipation to be touched, he watches you a few more minutes before fisting himself

“Mmm this is soo good, missed eating these as a kid” you practically moan out from the sugary treat, tapping it on your tongue

“Fuck” he whispers to himself, licking his palm in sync with you, getting his dick more slicker for himself to jerk faster and faster

123 licks, 136, 149…

Squeezing his balls with his free hand, precum slipping through his fingers.. he’s so much closer than he thought he’d be

“I’m still goin at it Eddie! Almost at 200 already, sure is getting smaller” you spit out, staring at the candy

“Y-yeah, that’s great baby keep goin, doing so good—“

Keep licking, keep licking, keep licking he says mentally, panting feeling his balls tighten, your drool rolling around the sides of it

“Hm, what was that? You ask looking back at him with puffy, purple wet lips

“Fuck fuck fuck ah shit—

He ejaculates everywhere, landing on the floor, the guitar, the candy wrapper

Your eyes widen at the scene unaware of how this even happened

“W-what the hell what that Eddie?”

“Shut up and keep licking. ”

#reblogs appreciated #perv!eddie munson #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson x bimbo!reader #eddie munson fanfic #joseph quinn #stranger things #eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x gn!reader

[lilambs]

would it be possible for a smut where eddie makes his innocent gf hold one of her stuffies while he has his way with her? and he says “shh be good for daddy yeah?”

hi peach, i am not really sure if this is what you meant. if it isn't i apologize. you are more than welcome to resubmit and i'll try again.

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“bite it honey bite it honey bite it." eddie cooed, "i know it feels good baby but shh daddy needs you to be quiet yeah? don't want your parents to walk in and interrupt us."

every other noise coming out of your mouth was a high pitched whine. you wanted to grab his hair, grip his shoulders, cup his cheeks and pull him closer while you whimpered against his lips.

but you couldn't.

eddie told you that you had to hold onto to mr. teddy, that it was important and that he wouldn't have play time with you if at any moment you let him go.

so now here you were, gripping mr. teddy for dear life as eddie fucked your poor little cunt raw.

you did as you were told and latched onto the stuffed bear’s ear, making it ten times easier to muffle your pathetic sounds.

"there we go that's my good little girl. see? aren't you glad daddy bought mr. teddy for you? knew he'd come in handy." he grunted.

you nodded gently, your lips quivering and your face growing hotter by the second.

the room echoed with eddie's low groans from the sight of your drool leaking out of the corner of your mouth. along with the sound of his balls slapping against your swollen slit while he practically bullied his cock deep inside you.

tears filled your eyes as you mewled, you were starting to get the familiar knot in your stomach as your mind started to feel hazy.

feeling the patternized clenching from your aching little pussy eddie knew you were moments away from cumming, sending a gentle shive up his spine.

"gonna let go for me?" he looked down and started to watch his veiny cock pump in and out of you, "look at this pretty little cunt. so fucking tight, practically choking daddy baby you know that? pretty pussy made perfectly just for me to fuck." he said.

his words alone were enough for you to spit the bear's ear out of your mouth, moaning as loud as you could.

he placed the drool filled stuffed bear’s ear back into your mouth. “what’d i tell you sweetheart? gotta keep quiet.”

he removes his hand from your hips and starts to furiously rub your swollen little clit using his thumb pad, sending shocks of pleasure from the soft nub through your entire cunt.

"mffnm.." your legs were twitching uncontrollably while your body trembled as you let go. you started to cry, choking on your own tears.

the pleasure is absolutely sickening, relentless and almost blinding.

"my bunny's pussy s'all sensitive huh baby? pretty girl like her needs a good fuck to set her straight, isn't that right honey?" he cooed. "gotta cum in you baby, fill you up. fuck."

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #daddy!eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie x you #daddy!eddie #dark!eddie munson #bimbo!reader #innocent!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #reader x eddie munson #eddie munson x innocent!reader #eddie munson x bimbo!reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things smut #eddie munson fluff

[apolloanddaphnis]

Eddie Munson x Horror!Bimbo Reader Headcanons Part Dos 🦇 🗡 💗

She loves dolls, like Barbie dolls. She has so many of them, she calls them all Marie Antoinette, and has each one in the case holding their own head.

Sometimes she wears Eddie's band shirts as a dress (he's a guy and it's the 80s so his shirts and jackets are oversized because let's face it our little coffin cutie isn't gonna be Nancy's size. Nothing wrong with her size because Nancy is hot and perfect her body is perfect but the group needs other perfect bodies.) And when she bends over he can see her thong because our neighborhood gore whore ain't the type to wear shorts underneath and protect her virtue.

Eddie. Goes. Feral!

He makes up any excuse to rub against her or touch her back.

Their friendship is already at the place where she sits in his lap. And at lunch it takes everything he has as she has her cunt that is only protected by a thin thong that presses between her slit, that is pressing against the crotch of his denim and wetting it. It takes every thing he has not to unzip and slip it in. Because that would not be friendship anymore...no...

He nearly cums in his pants again when she stands up when lunch ends to see her face flush.

Horror!Bimbo makes Eddie's lunch for school everyday. She makes him club sandwiches, double decker sandwiches, soups in a thermos, meatloaf sandwiches, she goes all out and his friends always weep with envy as they eat pb&js and baloney sandwiches.

She also goes over to the trailer often to make dinner. Excited constantly about trying new recipes, using her allowance money to buy the ingredients for her recipes. But Eddie doesn't allow that to go far, he always puts money in her pocket literally, has to force her to take it, doing more deals to make more money for her. Eventually she stops putting up a fight and takes the money because Eddie gets a 'do what I tell you or else' look in his eye.

She does his laundry and when she's over tidies his room up a bit and brings over fresh sheets from her place.

When horror!bimbo finds his playboy and penthouse stash she asks him if she would be pretty enough to pose for these magazines because she has always wanted to. "You're way sexier than Kim Morris bunny, but there is no way I'd ever let the world see that. "

Eddie would always drop casual dominance with her, and it always made you a fuzzy brained wet mess. Like whenever they walked through the hallways together and he'd gently guide her with a hand on her lower back. Or when they cross the street and he will hold his arm out in front of her until they could cross because one time she almost got hit in the parking lot. Or when he always has her sit either next to him or in his lap. There's also him always making sure she eats, asking "what did you have for breakfast?" "Did you remember to pack lunch?" "Sit, eat, you won't wait to serve us to eat your dinner." He even packs snacks for she so you can munch throughout the day. He nearly lost his shit when there was a time our coffin bimbo was starting a diet, only ensures and slimfast. "You're on some good shit if you think I'm allowing you to starve yourself and ruin your perfect body bunny, not on my goddamn life, you must be certified crazy if you think I would allow that!"

He makes her feel cherished and taken care of.

And when they go to a drive in movie or Benny's or anywhere he never lets her pay, and when she runs through her allowance quickly, he gives her more money.

She knows he's been working more to take care of her, so bimbo!reader will run him nice hot bubble baths because her Eddie works so hard for her.

She honestly loves being at her best friend Eddie's more than at home. Even added some touches to his room, like her stuffies, her favorite horror novels, her clothes, her soap, her skin care, hair stuff, perfume, just slowly nesting. Even brings Pyewacket and Socky (Socrates) over to be watched by Wayne during the day since he works at night. Pyewacket actually LIKES Wayne, maybe because he feeds him those Vienna sausages...

And when poor Chrissy Cunningham doesn't see it coming when reader notices her getting close to HER Eddie, and surprises Chrissy with spiders in her cheer locker..

#eddie munson x bimbo!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie fanfic #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x horror!bimbo reader

[pxgeturner]

new girl!bimbo!reader x eddie munson

slight tw: jason

Her hips sway in a flirty little skirt as she enters the building with the confidence of a goddess. she approaches eddie, and he feels blessed to be the first one to hear her voice.

"hi," he lets out something garbled in response. the rest of hellfire, along with the kids take an oppourtunity to introduce themselves. she smiles and nods to each of them as a greeting. but they finish and her attention is fully on eddie.

“I like your shirt,” eddie blinks at her, any hope of formulating an intelligent response is burnt to a crisp as his face heats up. 

But that bit of blush isn’t enough for her, she leans into him and her chest grazes his with purpose. “Your hair is really pretty,” she breathes. 

A guy calls out “look! new girl’s already fallen in with the freaks!” she turns toward him, the ends of her hair kiss eddie’s nose. 

“suck my dick, chad!” she yells at his back that’s retreated down the hall. the basketball team jointly turns back to confront the spitfire. 

“my name’s jason, slut.” the captain spits at her. 

she rolls her eyes, “as if that’s any better,” she half-heartedly pushes his chest with one hand “now fuck off.”

“how about i fuck you?” he smirks, grabbing onto her wrist. she struggles for a second she struggles against him, but eddie swiftly frees her from jason’s grip. she turns back, briefly smiling at him. 

“you couldn’t afford me.” she challenges, “even if you could, it would never happen.” the jock steps forward and asks why. 

“you don't know what a clit is, do you, baby?” he stares at her blankly. 

“you have such,” she puts the sides of her fists together, dangling a thumb in between. “energy.” he comes forward again, huffing. 

she lets out a gasp.

“i’m sorry that’s probably a gross overestimation.” she put a hand up, separating jason from herself. “y’know what, the doctor probably would've afab’d you if it weren't for those,” she squeezes the air “massive, audacity-filled balls.”  he stumbles back, and takes off. she stomps at his friends following suit quickly after him.

she turns around and giggles, boys are so, ugh. looking up at eddie, she asks him what hellfire club is. he ungracefully stutters out "d&d,"

"oh are you in the middle of a campaign right now?" dustin steps in before eddie has the chance to potentially ruin his shot.

"yes, we unfortunately are, but I'm sure our wonderful dungeon master," he nudges eddie, "can figure out a way to weave you into the story, if you want to join."

she tilts her head as if saying really? you'd do that for me?

He can’t seem to decide what to say, “It’s not a big deal, or well, it won’t be hard, it’s not a big deal or hard to do.”

“Alright then handsome, would you mind walking me to class in the meantime?” she latches onto his arm and he leads her in a daze.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x bimbo!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson blurb #bimbo reader #bimbo!reader #tw: jason carver #my writing

[harrywavycurly]

What about Barbie!Reader seeing a phone for the first time?🥺❤️

Hiii lovey!! This went more funny than I thought it would but I hope you enjoy this conversation!💖

*Eddie really doesn’t know if you’re joking or not*

“Eddie this…this thing on the counter is uhm…doing something and making noise.” “The what?…oh that’s just my phone.” “What’s it doing?” “Uh it’s ringing and…vibrating.” “What kind of accessory is that? Why do you need something that makes noise and…vibrates?” “Uhm…uh it’s not…an accessory it’s a phone? Don’t..don’t you have one?” “I do but it’s just a little pink rectangle…with a sticker on it that looks like a screen…is this a real one?..it’s heavy and…ugly.” “Ugly? It’s just a phone it doesn’t need to be pretty.” “Even just a phone can be pretty.” “Right..of course.” “Oh this feels nice is this what it’s for?” “I have to be dreaming…” “oh man it stopped…Eddie fix it.” “It’s a phone not a back massager…it stopped because the person calling hung up…” “someone was calling?” “Yeah it’s how..people can talk to each other when we aren’t in the same house.” “See that’s why Dream houses don’t have walls so we can see each other even from across the street and talk to each other! You guys should just do that.” “Uh…yeah..I don’t think that’s gonna happen.” “Oh someone’s calling again…what do I do?” “Just hit the green button and say hello.” “Okay…uh green button..Hi this is Barbie!” “Good…no you’re supposed to…stay on the phone…not just walk away…and now I’m talking to myself…awesome.”

#Eddie Munson x Barbie!Reader #eddie munson au #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x you fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson fanfiction #modern!eddie munson #eddie munson x bimbo!reader #eddie munson #my little dungeon master baby #Barbie convos

[dior-and-dietcoke]

───[SEX, DRUGS & R☆CK N ROLL!]

⌗ 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 + 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐎!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝟏𝟖+, it's the 90s bc i wanted to make a joke including guns n roses, also chubby!reader, drug usage, high sex, lots of flirting, reader has a belly button piercing, inexperienced!Eddie, oral (m+f), unprotected sex, riding, creampie, mentions of voyeurism, not totally proofread, readers skin color/ethnicity is not mentioned

Eddie finally gets the courage to ask you out at the record store and expected you to turn him down but you surprisingly agreed, he invites you to smoke and listen to some music with him and after a lot of flirting and getting higher..you're suddenly making out!

✧ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 ✧ 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘!!

There she was, coming into the record store, just like he hoped.

Eddie's seen this girl..this one girl. She was always in here once a week, buying exquisite music.

Metallica, guns n roses, black sabbath, iron maiden, mötorhead so on and so on. And she looked like a total dream, tight black jeans with her thong showing over your cute pudgy tummy, decorated with a belly button piercing, a white tank top, no bra, long blood red nails and black heels. Literally the perfect woman to him, truly.

Eddie told Steve and Robin about her, so many times, everytime he saw her infact..maybe even more. And he always said "next time I'm gonna talk to her!" And he never did.

he was just scared that you would turn him down or actually already have a boyfriend and he'd beat his ass for talking to his sexy ass girlfriend, or even worse..just make fun of him and think of him as a freak like everyone else does. But Steve and Robin managed to build him up again saying "you're both into the same things, I promise the worst thing she'll say is no"

And he swore that he will talk to you this time.

And so there you were..looking through the rock section, running your sharp nails over the tapes..

the worst thing she could say was 'no' He reminded himself...

But 'no' was already bad enough.

He stood next to you looking through the same section and just said 'fuck it' once you looked at him and smiled, he smiled back and just forced words out of his dry throat "you got nice taste" he complimented and you grinned at him "thank you~" you chirped and looked him up and down, making his skin tingle a little bit with excitement and his stomach doing flips "same goes to you" you said in an almost flirty manner.

"Eddie" he said holding his ringed hand out to you, you introduced yourself back with a kind smile and he could swear he died a little once he felt your nails against his skin. There was nothing that he wanted more than have you scratch up his back with those, he swallowed hard and blinked a few times to get himself back on track

"I've seen you here a couple times, looking for something in particular?" Eddie asked as he turned to you and you did the same "yeah, I've been looking for apatite for destruction, yknow..but.." you started to continue to skim through the tapes "it seems like they don't have it.." you said a little disappointed, with the cutest pout.

You totally lied about looking for it but he didn't know that, you just knew that he definitely had it. You saw him a few times too, you always grinned to yourself when you saw him looking at you in the corner of your eye, you even bit your lip at how giddy he made you.

Of course you knew who he was, the 'freak' Eddie Munson. you went to the same school but never had classes together and barely even walked into eachother in the hallway, when you did, he was busy talking to his friends. So seeing him here made you a little excited everytime.

Eddie grinned and leaned against the table putting on his 'cool guy' act "well you're in luck, ma'am..I just so happened to have it" he said almost proudly in a calm voice. You looked back up at him through your falsies and grinned at the 'ma'am' "you do?" You asked surprised and smiled happily. He shrugged with an almost cocky grin tugging the corners of his lips up "sure do!"

You played with your hair and tilted your head "do you mind if I give you my number and we..listen to it together?"

Eddie froze at your proposition, and stumbled over his words a little as his body language became more awkward "yeah..i mean—no..I wouldn't mind at all" he laughed nervously.

you pulled out a pink pen with a fluffy end out of your purse and grabbed his hand. You took the cap off with your teeth and wrote your number down on his palm, Eddie was begging that you didn't notice how sweaty his hands were. Fucking praying.

You looked up at him and put the cap back on the pen and put it back into your purse "then..laters, Eddie" you purred in a sultry tone and waved him goodbye with your fingers in your cute n ditzy way.

Once you left he clenched his fist and celebrated quietly, he'll brag about this for months to come, he truly didn't expect that him, a loser, could get the number from the hottie at the record store..but here he was.

After two days of preparing of what to say to you and Cleaning up his room..and hiding his porn tapes he finally had the courage to call you and to his surprise you two talked for hours until you finally made plans to let him pick you up at your place and drive to his, and that's exactly what you two did.

As you two were driving you just rocked out to music and you ranted about peoples horrid clothing choices until you arrived, he absolutely adored hearing you talk about literally anything, the way you talk and carry yourself is just so cute and endearing. He cannot get enough.

"here we are." He said and opened his door to immidietly storm out and open your door, being his usual gentleman self. You flashed him a thankful smile and took the hand he reached out "thank youu~" you giggled and followed him to the trailer.

"I hope you didn't expect the suburbs" he laughed and opened the door for you again "ladies first" he smiled gently and you smiled at him, absolutely endeared. he was totally different from what people say about him, he was a sweet and just nerdy guy..and you thought that was so cute. Plus, he was more respectful than any other guy you had encountered.

"I didn't expect anything, babe..in a good way of course" you said with your glossy lips tugging back into a grin, Eddie thought he was going crazy..did you just call him 'babe'?..probably just being friendly, right? Right??

"Of course, of course" he said, a little lost and started played with his rings while looking nervously at the ground.

You looked around the place and asked "so..where's your room, eds?" Breaking him out of his trance "right!" He said and snapped his fingers at you. You laughed softly at his mannerisms and followed him as he stormed off and rolled his eyes at his own awkwardness. Usually he doesn't care that much what people think of him but..he wanted to make a good impression with you.

You reached his room and the guitar displayed infront of a mirror immediately caught your eyes. "How did you talk for hours and not tell me that you played guitar?" You asked dumbfounded and amazed before you turned to him, he shrugged, he actually didn't know the answer either..he just really liked hearing you talk. "Yeah, she's my one and only" he proudly grinned and took her off the stand to show her off more "i'm actually in a band too, y'know" he raised his eyebrows at you, hoping to impress you.

And it worked. You were really impressed, and even a little bit horny..you're just a simple girl after all, you love the boys in the bands.

"You are?!" You smiled widely and giggled. Your expression and happy tone made his chest swell up with pride "yes, ma'am" everytime he said that, you just smiled at how cute he was. You just wanted to jump him right then and there! "Maybe invite me to a band practice sometime~" you smiled all giddy and excited "I'd love to" he agreed and put his guitar back onto its stand

You suddenly grinned with something more mischievous flashing in your eyes and played with your hair again "can you like.. play it with your tongue?" Eddie looked at you for a second without saying a word and his pretty dark brown eyes wide open.

"Y'know..like slash?" You thought he didn't get your reference but his mind was just going elsewhere at your previous question. Between your legs more specifically.

He shook his head and tapped his temples "obviously! Duh! But uh..no, not yet at least" He laughed nervously and you giggled again. At this point he didn't know if you were laughing because you thought he was cute or embarrassing, making him feel even more nervous..and like a fucking virgin too, he was hard by just seeing you sitting on his bed cause now he can't stop thinking about anything else than having you pull at his hair while he eats you out and you suffocate him with those beautiful thighs of yours.

And god your body looks even prettier when you're sitting when your thighs look bigger and your tummy rolls up..he didn't know he had a thing for chubby girls..but now he definitely does.

As he got down he took out the cd and put it into the cd player. you leaned down to whisper in his ear "you told me you got weed" he chuckled "yeah I just gotta—" he gasped as he got a clear view of your tits squished up against your lap and arms one he looked back up, he could've sworn he even saw a bit of your nipples. "G-gotta get it- uh..just a sec.."

Eddie ran out to get some fresh air..or at least away from your intoxicating perfume....and your perfect tits.

He had weed already in his pocket but he just had to collect himself a bit cause he was already feeling horny without smoking, so he was just preparing himself.

When Eddie came back in he immidietly wanted to leave but also just watch you forever, you were sexily swinging your hips to the sound of paradise city. You turned around and grinned "oh hey, eds! Ya got it?" You asked happily and just closed your eyes again to continued to dance

He nodded but then realized you can't see him right now "yep—I do.." he chuckled nervously and sat down on the bed, you followed right after and crossed your legs on his bed, his eyes flickered up to you and he genuinely smiled at how you were watching him just setting everything up "you just wanna watch me?" He asked, gaining a little more confidence at how innocent you looked "mhm!" You nodded and smiled at him. Eddie never ever felt that fucking welcomed by someone, especially not by someone he just met a few days ago..but he didn't feel weird with you, you're just really ditzy in the best way possible.

While he was rolling the blunt up you couldn't help but feel a lil hot when you saw how talented he was with his fingers and how he slid his tongue along the thin paper, you gripped the sheets a little and just observed.

Once he was done he lit it up a few times between his lips and handed it to you "here ya go, dollface" his proud grin made your heart beat fast and your head get a little dizzy. "Thank you, babes" Eddie grinned again at the petname but then continued watching you wrap your glossy lips around the bud and inhale the smoke before puffing it out again. He couldn't help but just let his mind wander as he watched you. you handed the blunt back to the long haired cutie and giggled "this song is..fucking amazing"

Eddie agreed with a hum as he inhaled the smoke and passed it back to you, you couldn't explain it but..he looked crazy hot while smoking. Eddie struggled to not moan at the taste of your strawberry lipgloss now on his tongue.

After a few minutes of listening to the sexy rock music playing and feeling the high set in, you swayed back and forth to the riff of slash's guitar and the next song started playing as Eddie perked up "oh, sweet child o' mine! This is the best one, trust me" you giggled at his enthusiasm and tilted your head with your eyes closed "I trust you~" Eddie weirdly felt his heart pound at your simple statement..it wasn't anything big but..it just sounded sweet to him.

Eddie laid back on his bed, steadying himself on his elbows as he tapped his foot on the ground and handing the blunt back to you. as you took it from him, you made sure to make your skin touch his. Eddie noticed your skin touching even is his hazy mind, your skin felt so warm and soft..he still wondered how all of you felt against his skin, all of your plush, warm and soft skin.

As you looked at him, being so effortlessly hot you got an idea..so you smiled at him again "hey, Eddie?" Your voice made his closed eyes open again "yeah?" He responded, voice a little raspy making you go a little wild inside "have you ever done a headshot?"

Eddie swore his heart stopped beating or was just beating a million mph. "Never done it..no.." he gulped and dared to look up at you "why?" He asked, he already knew the answer but he wanted to hear you say it to make sure he wasnt just losing his mind.

"I wanna do it with you!" You chirped and put your fingers together, almost nervously "ya wanna?" You asked with a wide grin, Eddie nodded enthusiasticly "y-yeah, I mean..sure" he really tried not to seem as desperate as he was but it was hard "yay!" You clapped and sat closer to him, before you put the bud against your lips again, you looked at him and asked "you know how to do it, right?"

He nodded again as he sat up and took quiet breaths in and out as he felt your body warmth radiating off your skin "okay good, c'mere" you said in such a calming but sexy voice that he just immediately melted and tilted his head a bit as you moved him closer to you by your hand on his cheek.

You inhaled the smoke and he already knew he wouldn't be able to not kiss you. You got closer to his and blew the smoke into his mouth and Eddie lost it once your lips slightly brushed against his. Eddie just moved closer and pressed his lips against your sticky ones, he doesn't think he has ever kissed someone who tasted and felt this good, you immediately kissed him back.

Eddie pulled away and looked at you with hooded and slightly red eyes "is this okay?" He asked quietly as if he could scare you off with the slightest sudden moves or sounds.

You just nodded with a soft smile and kissed him again, this time your lips started actually moving making his cock was unbelievably harder, his whole skin tingled at the feeling of you.

But he needed more, he needed to touch you. So Eddie hesitantly lifted his hands and put them on your hips making your breath hitched against his skin, driving the poor metalhead even more crazy. You put your hand on his shoulder and dug your nails a bit into his skin, Eddie just started to get feral and began kissing you harder. You then licked at his lip and he didn't even hesitate to let you slip your tongue into his mouth.

He whimpered quietly and his hand went from your hips down to your ass while the other trailed up to touch your tits but he stopped at the feeling of your cotton tank top "can I.. touch them?" He asked and you bit your lip as you couldn't help but grin "please do" you said before taking your top off, leaving Eddie speechless. He didn't expect you to take your top off.

But he sure as hell didn't complain.

When you noticed that he was just staring at awkwardly opening and closing his fists, you grabbed his hands "lemme help you, babe" you whispered and pressed his rough cold ringed hand against your soft and squishy tits "holy shit.." he immediately mumbled under his breath, they felt like two of the softest pillows ever. His already tight jeans now felt so uncomfortable around his crotch, he was regretting his wardrobe choices right now..he really was. His cock was harder than it ever was and it was leaking..it just felt uncomfortable, and he wanted needed to pull it out just to jerk off, god he needed to jerk off so bad.

"Do ya like em?" You tilted your head to catch his attention, he was almost like hypnotized by your tits "are you kidding? Hell yeah."

Eddie pushed your tits together and almost moaned when he noticed how hard your nipples got, what he didn't notice though was the way you were clenching your thighs and wiggling your hips. His cold rings felt so good against your hot skin and sensitive nipples, you wanted more from his metalhead cutie.

"E-eddie.." you whined and his muscles tensed at your fucking cute voice saying his name. He looked up at you and stuttered before he actually spoke "y-yeah?.." Eddie looked like he was ready to jump you if you just asked. Just so desperate and horny "can I.. " you pouted your plump, glossy lips and shyly looked at him "touch you?"

He nervously gulped and felt his body burn red hot up to his ears "u-uh..y-yes..oh my god, yes." He huffed and you kissed him again just to push him down onto the mattress, his soft and curly hair hitting the soft pillow as you climbed ontop of him, already arching your back as his hand went into your Jean pockets and grab your ass. Eddie gasped when he felt your nails brush against his prominent bulge as you unbuckled his belt

"fuck—I can't believe this is happening.." he mumbled as you unbuttoned his jeans and pulling his pants down along with his boxers as he lifted his hips. His other hand was sweetly nestled in your hair and caressing your scalp

Your eyes widened and your excited grin turned into a surprised gape "ohh..e-eddie.." you whined and just stared at his perfect cock, it was more long than it was thick, which didn't mean that it wasn't girthy. It was a pretty pink color as a string of precum dripped down onto his stomach. And to top it all off, there was a nice happy trail and just well grommed hair above his cock, and two pretty veins running up his lenght.

"Wh-what?.." he asked nervously. Was his hair too long? Dick too small? Did he smell bad?!

"It's so...hot.." you grinned again and slowly ran your hand down his chest to grab his pretty cock, making Eddie throw his head back into his pillow and biting at his rings once you started pumping his cock up and down.

"F-fuck!" He cursed through gritted teeth "fuck! it feels so good.." he moaned, almost cried out.

His hand that was over your jeans went into them to just feel the plush flesh of your round and beautiful ass, that he may or may not have been staring at whenever you bent over a little in the shop.

"You're so hard, eds.." you pointed pit as his cock throbbed in your palm, Eddie groaned at opened his eyes to catch your pretty and hungry gaze "of course I am—fuck.." he took a deep shaky breath just just moaned halfway through the exhale "I got the hottest girl in Hawkins fucking jerking me off for fucks sake!" He whined and slightly bucked his hips into your hand.

"Shit..I wanted to fuck you for so long..do you have any idea what you fucking do to me?—fuckk.."

you were wet from the moment you stepped into his van but now you knew for a fact that you were soaking through your thong. You wanted to know. "Tell me what I do to you~" you pouted and started kissing his neck as the sound of his wet cock and your just as wet hand created downright filthy sounds alongside the tunes of guns n roses.

Eddie wanted to cry at how crazy you made him feel right now. Is he crazy or is the sexiest girl ever really jerking him off and kissing his neck all needy. "E-everytime..I saw you, I just wanted to take you home and fuck you so hard you don't even remember your own name—fuck.."

His confession made your heart and your pussy melt because..you wanted him to do the exact thing to you everytime you saw him! "Eddie, baby! I wanted the same thing!" You squealed and just played with the head of his cock. Eddie's eyes shot open "f-fucking what?"

He gasped and you grinned "mhm..I wanted you so bad..you're like the cutest guy I've ever seen!" That's something he rarely (never) heard. Especially from, again, the hottest chick in probably..all of America!

"F-fuck..are you being serious?!" He grinned and groaned as you just nodded and grabbed at his shirt to pull it over his head to continue kissing his neck and chest and let go of his poor cock.

Eddie still enjoyed your wet, messy but loving kisses along his skin, down to his pelvis. He never fucking got a blowjob before—but he's open to get one. you looked up at him with your pretty eyes "this okay?" You asked against his skin as his dick twitched against your neck. Eddie nodded and softly dug his fingers into your pretty hair, softly urging you to keep going.

You smiled happily at being able to suck your crush's cock. You didn't waste anytime and started sucking on his pulsing and salty tip. "Shitshitshit—" he chanted before gasping, moaning and mewling through his teeth as you started taking him deeper everytime his hands gripped your hair tighter, he was a mess.

"fuck—sweetheart..m gonna cum real soon" you hummed and pulled off his cock just to kiss down his cock to suck his heavy balls into your mouth as your pretty hand started stroking him again.

Eddie threw his head back and completely lost it, his hand pushed your pretty face closer into him as he came all over himself and your manicured hand.

Eddie was panting and sweating as you climbed up and kissed his slightly flushed and hot cheek "that was..the best fucking orgasm i ever had.." he chuckled.

and as you thought you two were done he suddenly pulled you against his chest and rolled over so he was ontop of you "can I eat you out?" He suddenly asked with a dead serious expression. He's never done this before either but he knew enough about pussies to know how to treat a fine lady like you.

You bit your nail with a bright grin and nodded enthusiasticly. Eddie grinned, excited to finally be in between those beautiful thighs of yours. But before he does that, he gave your tits a quick kiss and kissed down your soft tummy "fuck you're beautiful.." he mumbled, making you whine and spread your legs.

Eddie unbuckled your belt and unbuttoned your pants to pull them down and expose your dripping thong to him. He took a heavy breath and slid them to the side "y-you're so wet..god what the fuck.." he blurted out, already feeling his flaccid cock harden again.

Eddie carefully took them off and had to take another deep breath, your pussy looked like pure heaven, the color was so pretty and he could stare at it for hours. Eddie reached up to place his hands on your soft tummy, you felt his rings and wristbands pressed against your skin as his fingers caressed you as soft as he could. He kissed back down from beneath your belly button where the pretty jewel hung, and continued kissing down to your mound as his pretty brown deer eyes looked up at you, almost looking lost.

You smiled at him and burried your hands in his pretty hair to softly run your nails over his scalp, making him hum softly before going further down to kiss your clit and making you gasp and grip his hair tighter.

Eddie moved his hands up to grab at your soft thighs and spread them wider to bury himself deeper between your legs. His tongue darted out to leave small kitten licks at your clit and then move down to swipe his flat tongue through your pussy lips, collecting as much of your essence as possible while he groaned at his eyes slightly rolled back at your intoxicating taste.

The way Eddie's tongue moved felt so experimental but also so talented at the same time. "Nhh—f-feels good, Eddie.." you moaned and he knew he was fucking rock hard again.

Eddie's fingers dug deeper into your skin as his licking became more feverish and messy, you were bucking your hips into his mouth and pushed his face further onto your cunt. Eddie suddenly, is his clouded mind, got an idea. He never ate someone out before BUT he has fingered a girl before, and he was good at that (apparently)

So Eddie started sliding his fingers up and down your wet slit as he softly sucked on your clit and swirled his tongue around it. You instinctively raised your legs up, giving Eddie better access to your pussy, letting him sink his fingers into your cunt. Eddie groaned loudly at how your pussy was sucking his fingers in and pulsing around them. And the way your hips stuttered against him was absolutely adorable and made him lose his mind.

"Y-you're so hot, angel..f-fuck." He cursed and sped up with the movement of his tongue on your clit, your orgasm built up and crashed down on you. You creamed on his fingers, gripped his hair as tight as you could but..Eddie didn't mind..he fuckin' loved it when you pulled his hair.

Eddie got up from between your legs after he gave your pussy a quick but sweet kiss. "Was that good?" He asked and you laid there, drool dripping from your lips down to your neck. You nodded "mhm~" you couldn't even form words right now, he's tongue fucked you so dumb already. But he himself made you go a little bit dumb on his own so..

As Eddie got ontop of you his pretty necklace swayed around and hit his tatted chest a few times, and as your eyes got lower you noticed how hard he was again. Eddie noticed your stare and got a little embarrassed "s-sorry.." he laughed "jus' can't help it y'know?" He paused and took another good look at you "s just that..you're..fucking hot and literally perfect" you grinned at sat up, you noticed a big stain on his sheets, which was mostly drool from him.

Eddie noticed the stain too "oh—d-don't worry about it..I can just change the sheets later" he was so awkward even after he just made you cum harder than you ever came before. It was so cute, He was so cute. "Eddie" you said and he awkwardly looked up at you through his bangs while biting at his rings "yeah?" You got closer again and crawled on his lap "w-whoa—whoa.." he panicked but you kissed him to calm him down "can I ride you? I really want you inside" you begged and kissed his neck

How the fuck is he supposed to say no to that? He doesn't even want to say no. "I-i mean yeah- fuck..please ride me, baby." He whimpered and grabbed your bare and wide hips.

Eddie looked to the drawer and pointed towards it "I think I still got condoms in there, sweetheart.." you looked at the drawer and back at him "I wanna do it raw..I jus' wanna feel you, eds~" you mewled at pushed your pussy against his hot and trobbing cock.

Eddie's mind just went blank at the thought of feeling your raw pussy around his cock, he never done it raw before...you're really making him feel like a virgin here..but once again- he loved it.

Eddie nodded mindlessly, just wanting to finally be inside you "f-fuck, okay! Okay okay.. " he moaned "just..put it in, please"

You grinned and then let him lay down properly before you got comfortable and lined his head up to your pussy lips and slid it through them, up n down, up n down. It was driving him crazy. Eddie grabbed your hips tighter "baby, please just..need to fuck you" he slurred.

You lined him up to your hole and slowly slid him inside with your head thrown back and your hands on his chest, god you looked even more pretty like this..he couldn't handle it. Especially not when he's feeling your warm and tight cunt around him.

"ffuck..you feel so—" he gasped as you continued to lower yourself "so fucking good, princess.." you moaned out loud at the petname and clenched around him, head still thrown back and tits on full display for him, nipples all hard n pretty.

"E-eddie! Y-you're s-so big.." you whined "n-never had this big before" you moaned out the last word and then gasped once it was fully inside.

You lowered you head again and saw Eddie panting in biting his bottom lip as he looked at where you two were connected. His raw cock deep inside of your snug cunt. You arched your back again, starting a little movement, making Eddie hiss at the little motion. Your mouth was slightly gaping before you rubbed your lips together again, making the lipgloss even again..well as best as you could at least.

You suddenly started bouncing up and down as you steadied yourself with your hands on Eddie's chest, your eyes caught the shiny necklace again as it moved a little to your bouncing. You grinned and rolled your hips against him "ahh!—fuck! fucking- aghh.." he moaned and ran his hand up and down your sides before grabbing at your soft tits "you're fucking amazing—shit.." you grinned but that grin faltered as you got to angle yourself better on him so he hit that spot, making you moan and your pussy tingle. "Aahh! Mnhh..y-you feel so good, eds-" you cried out and hopped faster.

Fuck he did feel good, his cock was just the right amount of long and thick. He hit all the right spots, you just might be in love with Eddie!

"E-eds?" You whimpered out and catching his attention as his hand played with your tits and nipples "y-yeah?" He asked just as cute as the other times, not annoyed that you wanted to talk during sex..unlike all the other douches you thought were cuties. Eddie was so different, but good different!

While riding him harder and digging your nails into him you finally said "I think I really like you, eds~" you moaned, even sounding a little bit shy, Eddie couldn't believe what he just heard. The hottest, cutest, most interesting girl in Hawkins had a crush on Eddie munson??

He lifted his head from the mattress and looked up at you, you actually felt nervous that he would turn you down. His hands gripped your hips again and slowed you down "a-are you sure?..you like me?"

Confusion was etched onto his face very prominently, brows knitting together as his pretty brown eyes stared you down. Eddie was just being careful, he's used to girls kinda just seeing him as a joke, but he knows you're not like that. But again, just being careful. (You could also just be high out of your mind)

You nodded "of course I like you, eds" you reassured him "I think you're so cool and so sweet..you make me really happy" you confessed as you started hugging his upper body as you kept your head up to keep looking at him.

"Are you really sure? Maybe you should think this ove—" he was talking way too much, and worried even more. So you kissed him again to shut him up, Eddie just melted into the kiss and burried his hand into your hair again before he suddenly slammed you down again "you're in luck, sweetheart" he chuckled nervously and rested his forehead against yours "I really like you too" his quiet confession made you grin and grab at his shoulders "yayy~" you mindlessly babbled, he was still inside you and your shared feelings made you even more hornier.

You purposfully clenched down on his cock, making his breath hitch before he looked down at your pretty and needy face. He grabbed your hand and nodded "right.." he mumbled "didn't forget about that, sweetheart"

One thing about Eddie was that he wasn't a good dirty talker, but he could try. He was just usually more quiet during sex unless the other person said something, he'd just respond but then just continue. But you made him want to do and say horrible and nasty things, and he just wanted to make you feel good.

You spread your legs more and pulled out until only his head was inside your little cunt, just to slide back inside until you were pressed up against eachother again. Eddie groaned at how your pussy pulsed around him "you're still so fucking tight—fuck.."

Eddie was sure if heaven was a place, it was between those pretty thighs of yours. You grabbed at his arm as your thighs were shaking next to his hips "p-please move faster, eds" you moaned into his ear, making him shudder and just completely melt. Your desperate pretty voice moaning into his ear was enough to fucking kill him. Eddie nodded and began to speed this thrusts up into you, your nails scratched into his akin as your pussy barely let him move.

"G-good girl..you take me so fucking well, dont you?" He was Feeling a little confident at how desperate he got you, and apparently you liked the dirty talk, once he even said 'good girl' you clenched around him. Fuck this was so hot.

"Yeah? You like being my good girl?" He asked against your cheek before grabbing your jaw, softly just to test if you liked it. You nodded "y-yes! Yes I do" you moaned and gasped, you could feel and see tears entering your vision as Eddie talked to you and fucked you into oblivion.

"You're mine, right, baby?" You nodded again "mhm~ only eddies" you smiled, completely fucked out, you heard the bed ram against the wall but neither of you could care right now, you were so engrossed in eachother and the feeling of one another that nothing mattered, plus the feeling of being absolutely high and getting fucked made you even dumber than you already are.

Drool was slipping from your mouth and your eyes were rolling back as your mouth stayed open, but only quiet moans came out as your cunt repeatedly clenched on his sensitive cock "fuck, if you keep doing that—i-im gonna cum" you grabbed his hand and nodded while your hips pressed back against his thrusts "g-gonna cum! Gonna cum!" You chanted.

Eddie could barely concentrate when you looked so pretty when you came, but also just gripped his cock like a vice. This fucking weed was messing his brain up..or maybe it was you who was messing with his brain. Either way, he was cumming and almost panicking "s-shit, m gonna cum too, baby.." Eddie burried his face into your neck and just moaned and wailed into the mattress as your hands found his back to scratch it up. "F-fuck- do you want me to pull out?—s gonna be a-alot.." you just shook your head and let out a whiny moan "n-no! I-inside~" you begged. And Eddie just mentally said fuck it and just fucked both of you until your orgasms crash into your bodies.

"F-fuckfuckfuck.." he whimpered as he desperately kissed your neck and came deep into your poor little pussy, the feeling of being filled up triggering you own orgasm, causing you to pull him in deeper with your legs around his waist

As you two got down from your high and were breathing heavily, you pulled eddies face out from your neck to look at him, his face was flushed, eyes a little glossy as a string of spit snapped that connected him and your neck, he looked so cute and messy..

He suddenly started to smile then laugh, forcing you to laugh with him "what is it?" You asked, still really out of breath, Eddie shook his head in your hands "it's nothing.." you gave him a suspicious look, making him laugh again "it's just that...I kinda made you cum..and you said you liked me" he slid some of your hair from your face to get a better look at you "and that's like the nest thing that could happen to someone like me" he chuckled

"Baby, of course I like you..you're repeating yourself" you grinned and pulled him down to kiss you. The kiss lasted for a few seconds until Eddie pulled away to catch his breath and just look at you "should I.. pull out?" You immediately shook your head and pouted at him "no! Stay." You complained "okay, okay..anything you want ma'am.." he reassured you with a kiss to your forehead

"I wanna go watch top gun with you..it's in theaters now" you suddenly suggested, catching Eddie by surprise "like..like a date?" He asked with a dumb grin, you softly hit him on the arm "yes, dummy!" You grinned "I'd love to go on a date with you.." he grinned and then it turned a little mischievously "and make some douches jealous on the way" he mumbled, making you laugh and pull him a little bit tighter against you. He rolled over to his side and pulled you along with him

"imagine their faces when I tell them that I came inside you.." you covered you mouth with your hand and giggled "noo! You can't tell them that!" You protested "fine then.." he began and booped your nose with his "how about I just cum inside you again before we go to the movies?" You bit your bottom lip excited and nodded "okayy~"

#—☆jojo writes‧₊˚ #the demons have gotten to me #eddie munson smut #eddie x bimbo!reader #stranger things smut #eddie munson x chubby!reader #chubby!reader #bimbo!reader #cw drugs #eddie munson x bimbo!reader

[munsonsfairy]

pink lady 🫖

i actually like the idea of eddie dating someone who is the complete opposite. i do think he learns a lot from someone who is more gentle and has different interests.

edit by: @pitifulbaby ☁️

#eddie munson #eddie munson moodboard #eddie munson x bimbo!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson edit #eddie munson stranger things

[littlest-dark-age]

He's so pretty when he goes down on me

Headcannons for eddie with a thembo!partner

Listen to while reading : shiny by lil mariko

tagging @eddiemvnsongf

Warnings : unedited, cream pie, penetrational sex, slight degradation, underwear thief eddie, eddie touching you in public, slight public sex, sexual pictures, cum eating, spit, cockwarming, mentions of love bites, mentions of being fed, mentions of spanking and bruising

Eddie saw you around school, always admiring from afar. Thinking you wouldn't give him the time of day if he were to approach you. Especially with the way everybody else treated you. Which, is as if you're royalty. And you might as well be.

He notices how you seem to drift between the "groups", always offering your sweet smile to anybody even if the people you're with roll their eyes at it. How you seem to be a much kinder person than most of the people in hawkins, even if he thinks that just for the simple fact that you don't look at him funny when the two of you are sat next to one another during the few classes he actually attends

While thinking the fact that all of your school supplies are pretty shades of pink and most of them covered in glitter is pretty cute.

It's not until one day, when you walk up to the hellfire table, does he fully recognize how ethereal you are. You completely ignore him and the others, in favor of asking Dustin and Mike something. Causing his brows to shoot up, since when did you know them?

He stands up at the end of the table, with his usual dramatic flair. The shift catches your eyes and you look up at him from your bent over position at the opposite end, before offering him your candy sweet smile he's seen flashed around the halls

"What brings such a lovely creature over to our very own corner?"

Dustin chimes in with a soft "they're my babysitter"

"And I was just checking about something. Sorry to bother you! Nice hair though!" You tell him before going back to your own table without a second thought

You helping dustin calm eddie down when he has the bottle to steves neck, causing a look of confusion to flash over his face. Wondering why you're with the group and why you were even looking for him

A few moments later, after he's done explaining what happened with chrissy, you explain your involvement with dustin and the others. Telling him how you helped steve protect the kids from the demodogs, the way you made sure El was safe and that you were there at the starcourt mall when every thing went to hell.

"I've always babysat dustin and it just turned into....this. But steve, nancy and robin don't make me feel dumb for anything. Same with little dude, he always just explained it. Kids too smart for his own good if you ask me."

Thinks you look cute offering suggestions to help with vecna, even if some of them don't quite make sense. Like when you asked if you could try to politely ask him to leave hawkins alone before trying to attack him

Made sure to zip up your jacket and double knot your shoes for you before going into the upside down because he knew probably won't think about it

Once the two of you started dating, eddie started carrying whatever you usually forgot in his metal lunchbox. A extra tube of the glittery lip balm that he loves to kiss off between classes, a couple of your pink pencils for class, the specific brand of gum you always seem to chew, anything he noticed that you've forgotten a couple of times and pouted over it.

Constantly opens things for you, but at the price of a kiss. All you have to do is hold it out with puppy dog eyes and he'll grab it with an eye roll. But he does it every time, and even when he grabs something from the store for you, he automatically opens it before handing it to you. Tapping his cheek with a grin just waiting for you to lean up and give him a soft kiss.

Always calling you sweetheart, honey or bunny. usually dripping with sickeningly sweet tone.

Thinks it's cute when you look at him as if he hung the stars in the sky when he explains things to you. Eddie always makes sure you're listening and asks if you have any questions as you're going over something. Like when he was explaining d&d to you, his heart melted(and he got hard) everytime you turned to him to make sure you were doing everything correctly. Even with the small things like designing your character. Which you still had him help you with.

Whenever you but new clothes, he always expects a fashion show after. Full of twirls showing off every inch of the new outfits, complete with your happy laughter. He tells you how pretty you look in everything even if its not his personal style. Eddie couldn't dream of his pretty fairy dressing like he does, he thinks you look perfect in the pinks and the crop tops that show off your soft skin.

Eddie will crumble if you whine and pout about something, and if you break out the tears? He will do anything physically possible to solve it. Always softly shushing you and wiping them off of your face with his big hands, telling you that you don't wanna ruin your pretty mascara now do you?

He instantly puts his hands in front of you whenever you sit by him, so you can fiddle with his hands and rings. After noticing how you always stare at them whenever you zone out and constantly play with them whenever the two of you hold hands. Teases you for it all the time, asking if you like how big his hands are and how shiny the rings can be.

Bought you a stuffed animal one day and was shocked that it sat separate from all your others that litter your bedroom. Even more shocked to find out that you sleep with it every night.

He buys you a set of die and customizes them to be baby pink with white glitter numbers.

Always pats your head when you look over at him confused about something before trying to explain it, doesn't always work out but he at least tries.

Started carrying an extra jacket or hoodie in his van for when your outfits get too cold you can have something if he's not wearing his battle jacket or leather jacket

Loves when you get so excited over the smallest things, like when the store had a cute sticker pack and you had enough change to get it. Some ended up on his metal lunchbox.

Always holds out his fork or spoon whenever he's eating, offering you some. Gently reminding you to stay hydrated, holding the bottle or cup to your mouth to make sure you actually take a drink.

Doesn't mind if you leave lipstick marks on him, especially not when you giggle about how it stands out against his pale skin.

Eddie will sometimes spend far too much money on movie nights just so you can everything you want. So what if he has to skimp a little on food? The way your eyes light up when you see everything set up, as nice as he can offer.

He feels bad when you spend money on him but realizes later on you don't care as long as it makes him happy, the same way he is with you. The way you look at him with soft doe eyes, waiting for his reaction to the newest ozzy cassette or the deluxe version of the mettalica album he doesn't have yet.

Constantly kissing your forehead and telling you not to worry your pretty little head over things, that he'll take care of it for his lil baby

Nsfw

Guides your hips when you're on top most of the time, usually leading to him flipping the two of you over so he can thrust into you. Asks if you're gonna take it like he knows you can and laughs when all you can do is nod and whine while bucking your hips into his

Introduces you to cockwarming, knowing you'll want more before five minutes go by. Ready to tease you and call you his greedy crybaby while starting to bounce you on his cock

Drools over you in white panties, especially if you make a wet spot in them. Immediately reaching out to touch it and ask if you got messy like that just for him? Grinning when you tell him that its always just for him, you're his pretty baby and nobody else's

Tries (and does) to convince you to have sex in the hellfire club room.

Regularly steals your underwear and lotion so he can jerk off with it later, wanting to smell you as much as he can.

Could have stock in polaroid film with the amount that the two of you use. He keeps his current favorite ones tucked into his wallet, the rest are in his bedside table drawer as well as the camera.

Says you look so pretty already but even prettier when he marks you up with lovebites all over. Loves when they peak out of the collar of your shirt at school the next day

Cums in you and cleans it up with his fingers before sucking it off and giving you a sweet kiss

"God you feel so good wrapped around me baby, like you were made for this. Were you? Made just for me to fuck even dumber?"

Would rather die than tell you the amount of times he's dreamt about you in the cutest skirts and he woke up with cum in his boxers

Constantly has his hands in your bottoms, gently playing with you. He can't keep his hands to himself in general and loves see you squirm and send him questioning looks while making your underwear messy

Loves when you drool and it makes him want to lick it up before spitting it back into your mouth and making you swallow it

Doesn't usually get frustrated when you brat unless you push it too far, then you end up with bruises and indentions from his rings on your ass and on the tops of your thighs.

Rolls a d20 to decide what your reward for being good will be, the list of possuble rewards is tucked away with the pictures and camera in the drawer.

Bites. Just bites you where ever he feels like it. On your neck, your chest, your thighs, your hips, etc. Eddie grins whenever you yelp when you're not expecting the bite.

Thinks its cute when you watch his guitar pick necklace swing in your face when He's on top of you, letting you catch it in your mouth some times so you have something to suck on while his hands are supporting his weight.

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson headcannon #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things blurb #stranger things x y/n #stranger things vol 1 #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things headcanons #eddie munson x bimbo!reader #eddie munson x thembo!reader #bimbo reader #thembo reader

[iamsofabulous]

eddie munson and his pretty bimbo girly gf ♡

reblogs are appreciated! u are allowed to use this as inspo for ur stories!

requests are open! ୨୧

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson moodboard #aesthetic moodboard #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x bimbo!reader #eddie munson x cheerleader!reader #black!reader #black!fem!reader #eddie munson drabble #jas’ moodboards #bimbo!reader #hyperfem!reader #coquette #black femininity #black girl aesthetic

[queenimmadolla]

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

(Tattoo Artist!Eddie Munson x Apprentice!Reader)

Summary: . . . After deciding you were meant for more than what life had in store for you, you gave into the siren call of the city─well a city. But when city life finally eats away at your bank account and your main source of income isn't reliable, you take on an apprenticeship at a tattoo shop where your boss is the six-foot something, tattoo covered Eddie Munson who quickly and unwisely becomes intrigued by you. Nothing romantic can come from it, lest you risk it being torn apart by your past, his lover and yourself.

Entire Work Warnings: 18+ (smut will take place in later chapters), swearing, financial problems, mentions of loss, escorts/call girls, age gap (Eddie is 36, reader is 25), financial shaming, slut shaming, implied sexual harassment, bimbo!reader (she may not be book smart but she knows the score) angst, self-sabotage.

a/n: my fav little hater was upset about my post getting interactions again so they flagged it to be incorrectly labeled, meaning it's hidden from the majority of people so repost time! there is no mature content in this chapter, suck it. based on my initial post and elements of Breakfast at Tiffany's. next chapters will be significantly juicer, this was just something to get us going. this is dedicated to @munsonology, happy birthday and I hope this year was a good one! and a very gratitude filled thank you to my dear friend, @kitmon, for continuing to be an an amazing beta! hope you guys like it so far ♡ (attempting the keep reading feature, fingers crossed)

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“They don’t bite.” “Hmn?” Came your absent-minded reply, eyes cutting from the harpy, evil in her eyes and blood soaking her talons, to the man flipping through the red binder you’d been carrying around you in the Indianapolis heat. 

  Sweat evaporated off your skin, giving away to goosebumps in the air conditioned shop, a much welcome relief to the borderline unbearable heatwave settling over the city streets, something that can be found in every nook and cranny. You’d been navigating your way throughout the city since before dawn broke, eager to get your fill of it while the streets were quiet and a decent temperature. It had been almost chilly this morning, your thick strapped tank top and daisy dukes—that you normally wouldn’t allow yourself to be caught dead in—leaving most of your skin exposed, with no direct sunlight to warm it. Now that the sun was out, you were on fire out there.

“The artwork.” He glanced at the framed harpy drawing along the wall, the one you’d been staring at, one of many framed depictions of gruesome and mythical looking creatures. “I don’t blame you though, that one isn’t particularly my favorite. Pretty badass, though. Heh.” “Oh,” You shook your head, the oversized shades adorning your face sliding down the bridge of your nose, “No, I’m not afraid of it. I like it. It must have taken forever though.”

  You turned your attention to her again, admiring how realistic her feathers appeared. Painstakingly detailed and whoever was walking around the city with her on their body surely endured a generous amount of pain to get her. 

  And a large hole in their wallet.

  “It took a ton of sessions, for sure. My boy did it a couple years ago.” The man, Argyle, as he’d introduced himself when you’d first walked into the shop, flipped his long black hair over his shoulder before he flipped to the next page of your portfolio. He let out a sound of appreciation as he leaned his weight on his elbow, hand resting over his mouth.

  “This is good! This is really good!”

You lifted your chin to peer at the drawing he was fascinated with. Ah.

It was a drawing of the skeletal Grim Reaper, cloaked in a black robe and scythe clutched in one hand while his boney middle fingers stretched his eye socket holes down in an obvious taunt. A tongue, black and tendril like, lulled out of his mouth.

You thought it was pretty good, too. The idea for it had struck you at a party, you’d been hiding from an annoying suitor and ducked into an office room, doodling to your heart's content once you grew past your boredom.

You grinned, a feeling of giddiness beginning to bubble inside you.

“Listen, the DM’s out right now, running some errands. He should be back soon, can I hold onto this?” Argyle asked, gripping the sides of the binder and raising it as if you didn’t already know he was referring to your portfolio, “I think he’ll be pretty impressed with your stuff.” You fidgeted with your fingers, giddiness giving away to nerves once more. “Really? You think so?” Hope was something you hadn’t felt in a while; you’d been through exactly fourteen tattoo shops throughout the city, most of which you’d been rebuffed from before they so much as flipped open your portfolio, having already decided your particular aesthetic didn’t fit their image. They hadn’t verbalized as much, but you knew. You glanced down at your pink boots, already such a stark contrast to the black beams beneath your feet.

It wouldn’t be a big deal if you hadn’t made a wager with yourself, you could only go home once you’d accomplished your task of getting one of the shop owners to actually look at your work. While Argyle had made it clear he wasn’t the head honcho, he’d be passing it along.

“Yeah, man! This is some pretty legit stuff! I’ve been tatting, myself, for a couple years now, and I’m good–don’t wanna flex or nothing but I’m really good. Only it took a couple of years for me to actually get this good, you know? And I’m not even talking about on skin. You haven’t tattooed anyone before, right?” You thought back to when you had mentioned your art skill to a brief...something, he’d been intoxicated enough on expensive wine and your sangria kisses to encourage you to use the tattoo kit one of your friends had re-gifted you after her interest in the subject waned. You’d never particularly imagined yourself etching into people’s skin before, not even when she’d given you the supplies because she’d seen some of your doodles.

Thanks to her, a suit and tie you no longer spoke to, who made more money than you’ll ever see, was walking around with a secret under his briefs: a pair of shiny cherries on his left ass cheek.

  It was no loss to you. Sure, he made money. Just not nearly enough for you to tolerate how aggressive he’d been with his affections as soon as he was sloshed. You’d given him the tattoo with his drunk pals cheering him on, went out to a very high standard club, then promptly ditched him the moment you were out of his sight. You hadn’t answered the door when he came pounding on it the next morning and the morning after that.

  You’d originally had no intentions of using the tattoo equipment, until that encounter. It had planted a seed, an idea that may get you out of what you had to do to survive. Tattooing hadn’t been a passion, and it still wasn’t quite one but you needed money and you had talent.

“No,” You lied with a shake of your head, “I haven’t.”

“That’ll change soon,” he laughed, closing your binder as he leaned further over the glass counter. Your gaze briefly flickered to the jewelry it housed.

  “You got a number we can reach you at?”

  You’d scrawled the number of your landline down on the back of one of their business cards before Argyle could rethink his decision to pass your work along. 

  “Hopefully, we’ll see you soon!” He called out as you retreated towards the door.

  God, I hope so.

  The thought of a somewhat stable job that could help the pitiful state of your checking and savings account was the only thing powering you through your long walk home. You couldn’t risk a cab, that would mean you’d have no fare money for tonight, and who knows if you’d have to make a speedy exit?

  You’d learned. Eventually.

  Forty-five minutes later, you entered your apartment, sagging back against the door as you dropped your back and kicked your shoes off, unconcerned as to where exactly they’d landed. 

  Sweat glistened over your skin, and unlike in that last tattoo shop, there was no cool air conditioning to cool you. You and Sid saved that for special occasions.

  Instead, you opened the large window to the fire escape, obnoxious sounds of the city you called home filling the apartment.

  It wasn’t much, but it was better. Next came the matter of your clothes, stuck in the most uncomfortable of ways to your flesh. Your tank top was peeled off and thrown over the couch, daisy dukes abandoned near the entryway of the small kitchen on your way to the bathroom.

  A quick glance was spared behind you, taking in the state of your shared home. It was a mess and not even remotely surprising. The place was barely furnished with the essentials, all of which were secondhand: a couch, a coffee table with a sheet over it to hide the stains, one shelving unit, a rug and tapestries hung artfully on the walls for deception. They made the place look more put together than it was, but you’d love it even if it were still barren. A roof over your head in the city meant you didn’t have to return to the past you’d clawed your way out of..

  The only thing worth much was the framed photo on the kitchen counter, and that was only in sentimental value. You and Sid, arms around each other’s shoulders as you sat in a booth at a shitty diner you’d tried upon first moving to the city. They’d taken your photo for being the 600th customer and tacked it to the wall.

  You’d stolen it and had no regrets because you got to keep your memory and ended up getting food poisoning.

  With a shrug, you entered the bathroom for a much needed scrub down and some disassociating. Your mess could wait.

  ─

  Eddie was not in a great mood when he walked into the shop.

  His jacket was clutched in a sweaty palm, rings twisting around the flesh of his fingers and his bangs were beginning to stick to his forehead, all the result of the walk from his fucking car to the shop door. 

  “Grumpy?” Argyle asked, amused with the clear annoyance on his face.

  Eddie sneered, standing under the vent for a minute to cool down, “Triple digits. Triple fucking digits out there, man. You could shove a thermometer up the devil’s asshole and it’d be cooler than that.”

  Once he’d solidified, he stalked past the front desk, threw his jacket onto the counter and picked up a stack of mail.

  “Did I miss anything?” Eddie asked as he flipped through the envelopes, mostly junk.

  “A couple of walk-ins. Nothing too major there, handled them myself. Simple stuff, one wanted a goldfish. Not like a detailed one, like how you’d try and draw a goldfish cracker. We did have a few who wanted a couple of advance pieces, got ‘em booked for consultations with Johnny boy and Rob.”

  “Nice,” Eddie chuckled under his breath at the mental image of the goldfish tattoo, most likely an act of affection. Tattooing people who wanted to permanently carry reminders of their children was one of Eddie’s favorites to do, partially because of the sentiment but mostly because the drawings were amusing.

  He’d just finished tossing out the junk mail when he reached for his jacket to hang it up properly and discovered it had been concealing something. 

  “What’s this?” Eddie asked as he lifted the slim red binder. Looked relatively new.

  “Huh?” Argyle glanced up from the sketch he was working on, recognition flashing across his face, “Oh, yeah! We got a prospective new hire, someone dropped off their portfolio.”

  Eddie rolled his eyes and heaved out a heavy sigh as his jacket was tossed aside yet again.He had nothing against other tattoo artists, but the last one he’d hired that hadn’t come from his friend group ended up nearly destroying the group. 

  Henry had been charming, good at his job and charismatic. Turns out, he’d also been a master manipulator and had a particularly abhorrent temper. Tensions had been high, heads were butting and fights had occurred–with a permanent reminder in the wall near the front entrance where a large hole had been punched through the wall. Henry had to go.

  Eddie wasn’t looking to repeat the situation.

  “I think we’re good on artists around here–and put a reminder on the calendar for me to patch that damn crater up.”  

  “Well, it’s a good thing the artist isn’t a tattoo artist. Yet. I’d look at that portfolio first before making any decisions, if I were you. I think you’re gonna see the beginnings of something goooooood, and dude, you’ll be killing our fun if you fix it. Do you know how many glory hole jokes we tell?” Eddie ignored the latter half of Argyle’s statement, reluctantly flipping the portfolio open to the first page and annoyance began to associate itself with him once more. 

  A body, in a state of decomposition greeted him. But it wasn’t maggots or rotting flesh involved. Flowers grew out of the crevices, with moss and mushrooms over her skin. A lot of fine line work.

  The next page was home to a bird-like creature with the body of a lion, a Griffin. Done in American Traditional.

  A skinny, demonic looking goat with horns and legs long enough to belong to a horse, clouded eyes and wyvern wings was on the page after that. The Jersey Devil. Someone knew their Cryptids.

  The portfolio contained a vast amount of drawings from horror depictions to more aesthetically pleasing visions; the hydra, skeletons, dragons, goddesses, respectable attempts at the modern Renaissance pieces, and even a couple of Barbie references, ranging in a variety of tattoo styles. 

  Eddie closed the portfolio and drummed his fingertips across the countertop, scowling. 

  That long haired doofus was right. This was beyond good work. But if they weren’t a tattoo artist, there wasn’t much Eddie could do with them. Drawing on paper is a much more different experience than skin. Mistakes can be erased on paper, the sketch done over again. Can’t do the same on flesh. 

  It’s intimidating. 

  They’d have to start off slow, like he had. Trained under a watchful eye, an expert who’d guide them with experienced hands. He was sure Jonathan and Robin would be eager to have an apprentice.

  But before Eddie would even begin to entertain the idea of an apprentice in his shop, he’d have to see exactly what it was he was working with.

  “Leave a number?” He asked without looking at Argyle because he knew he’d see nothing but a smug expression.

  “Yup.”

  “See if you can get him back in the shop tomorrow.”

  “Why not today?”

  “Because I have a session for the rest of the day, remember?”

  “Oh, yeah! I forgot.” Argyle’s grin was sheepish as he read off the calendar. “Stacy Peterson called. Car troubles. Unable to make it to appointment with Eddie. Rescheduled. Heh. So…you also missed that.”

  “I’ll strangle you later, just get him in here then.”

  Argyle opened his mouth, then closed it as an expression that said I know something you don’t crossed his strong features. “Righty-O, boss. I’ll give him a call.”

  You’d been lounging in the bathtub, hair up and out of the way, eyeing the grooves of the shower tile. They were a permanent taunt, stained dark no matter how hard you and Sid scrubbed and you hated the sight of them. 

  People with money didn't have to stare at them, able to afford to have them professionally cleaned or the shower wall—the entire bathroom renovated.

  Someday, that would be you. 

  You sunk further into the water, toeing at the faucet when the shrill sound of the landline filled your more than humble home. The thought of simply letting it ring played in your head until you remembered the tattoo shop you’d visited last. 

  Hastily rising from the tub, water was splashed along the floor while you did a terrible job of drying off and ran naked the rest of the way to the living room, almost slipping as you did.

  The receiver was yanked off its post, “Hello?”

  “What’s up, Dudette? Argyle calling, dunno if you remember me from earlier…”

  “Yeah! From the tattoo shop, right?”

  “Right-O! Listen, The Dungeon Master is in and he wants to see if you can get down here to show him what you got. Possible?”

  “Yeah, it’ll be no problem!” You’d have to run most of the way but street traffic around this time wasn’t that bad so you wouldn’t have to fight your way through bodies.

  “Cool, cool, cool. And between you and me, this is pretty much the interview process. Good luck, dudette, and may the force be with your tattie skills. I’ll see you when you get here!”

  As soon as you’d hung up, you ran to your room to get dressed. You didn’t have much of a wardrobe, but it wasn’t high on your list of priorities considering you and Sid practically shared one. Another tank top was selected—to mitigate sweating on your way to your interview—along with a gifted pink thong and matching bra. You’d snagged your Daisy Dukes from the floor on your way out, shimmied them on, grabbed your small bag and keys and headed out.

  The selection of attire was a good one, the heat was still stupidly unbearable and heavy. You’d need to wash off again tonight. You’d managed to make it to the shop in under twenty-five minutes, having ignored all the looks you’d received as you hurried along the streets and the feeling of the air conditioner on your skin was a welcome one when you made your way back into the shop.

  Argyle greeted you with a bright grin from his place behind the counter, throwing up his hands, “You made it! One sec.”

  Then he turned his upper body to call into an area you couldn’t quite see into, “Oh, Eddie boy! Your prospect has arrived.”

  You hadn’t cared to entertain ideas on what your potential boss could look like, all you were concerned about was the position and getting your foot in the door. Even if you had tried to imagine him, nothing could have prepared you for the actual sight of him when he emerged.

  He was big, tall and cloaked in black, despite the heat of the city. He wore what you figured had once been a black t-shirt but was now lacking sleeves and a proper neck hem to be considered a makeshift tank. His pants were shiny leather and also tight, hugging the muscles of his thighs, and he sported a dark pair of pointed boots.

  He wasn’t particularly muscular enough to be the body builder type, but it looked like he could probably pick another grown man up with ease. His skin had a light tan to it, barely anything really, just like everyone else, he obviously couldn’t escape the sun. It was littered with intricate tattoos, weaving up his arms—a few you could tell disappeared under his shirt—and his neck.

  The word freak was permanently etched in black ink along his temple and over his eyebrow. Two silver balls decorated his other eyebrow.

  Leaning up against the back wall like that, arms crossed to make the muscles of his arms bulge slightly and oozing confidence, he looked like the personification of some really good sex.

  But he wasn’t what you were seeking out and you didn’t like to mix business with pleasure.

  Eddie was caught completely off guard, trying to school his shock and keep his composure.

  When he’d seen that portfolio, he was expecting someone with jagged edges, piercings galore and more than just a couple of tattoos to be behind it and standing in the entryway of his shop.

  Someone who looked like their art.

  You…didn’t. With your little pink cowboy boots, tank top that accentuated your figure and shorts so small, they should’ve been considered a form of underwear, you didn’t look at all similar to what Eddie was expecting. Not even if he closed his eyes.

  You didn’t waste time, quickly introducing yourself as you stepped up to the front desk and Eddie pulled himself from his stupor, closing the distance to shake your palm. Smaller than his (though most were) and slightly sweaty, no doubt due to that god forsaken heat outside.

  Eddie could see bits of your hair sticking to your skin, little beads of sweat prickling over your exposed collarbone and trailing down, down between your─

  “Thank you for taking the time to even look at my portfolio! I really appreciate it.”

  Eddie blinked hard, clearing his throat before smirking to pretend he hadn’t been drawn in by your chest.

  What the fuck was wrong with him all of a sudden? 

  He’d had plenty of beautiful clients, he’d tattooed nice asses, tits, pubic regions, thighs, all the beautiful areas. Now all of a sudden he was acting like he’d never seen a pair of tits before. 

  Hell, Eddie had been thoroughly busy with a pair, held them in his hands before he came into the shop.

  Professionalism, he reminded himself.

  “Not a problem, what I see—saw was pretty impressive,” Nice save, Eddie, you dick. He cursed himself, “You adapt well to different styles.”

  “Thanks!” You chirped, excitement filling you at the praise. It was so nice to hear positive feedback about your work instead of being sent out of a shop before they so much as opened your binder. “I like to experiment with different styles, see what it is that people like so much about them and honestly, it’s mostly because I haven’t quite found my art style just yet.”

  Hence your range, you were constantly expanding with your art because you hadn’t found one style you wanted to make yours yet. Or maybe you had and just didn’t know it yet. Whatever.

  Eddie and Argyle exchanged a look before he stepped back and nodded in the direction he came, “Why don’t you follow me? Show me what you can do?”

  You didn’t hesitate, stepping past the front desk.

  There was more artwork lining the short hall he took you down until you arrived at another room, obviously one meant for actual tattooing as there was a tattoo chair in the middle of the room. 

  On one of the counters, was an area already prepped for you. A tattoo gun, some ink, and some obviously fake skin that rested on top of a disposable sheet cloth, along with some gloves.

  “Argyle tells me you haven’t worked on skin before.”

  Sure you haven’t.

  “Not a whole lot of people lining up to get tattooed by someone with no experience,” you shrugged, following him over to the counter he was leaning up against.

  “You’re hanging around the wrong crowd then.” He joked and you let out a small laugh.

  He had no idea how right he was.

  “The first tattoos I ever got were from inexperienced people. This one,” he gestured to a Wyvern on the back of his arm, “I got my junior year of high school from a waitress at a bar I always snuck into.”

  “And this one,” he yanked the tattered collar of his shirt down to expose more ink, but the one he was referring to was a spider, “I got my first senior year from someone I did…business with.”

  First senior year? Eddie was proving to be an interesting character.

  “But enough about me,” Eddie released his shirt, allowing it to hide the artwork depicted on his chest, “let’s get down to business.”

  Before he could even explain what everything was, you dropped your purse onto the counter nearby, pulling a small box of unopened gloves from it.

  “You mind?” You asked, fingers poised to rip it open.

  “Go for it,” He shrugged. Gloves were gloves, so long as they were uncontaminated he didn’t mind.

  You tore into them and Eddie was still somehow surprised to see they were pink. Clearly his black ones weren’t your style.

  “Can I ask you a question?” You asked as you pulled the gloves on. Eddie watched you, intrigued as you finished assembling the tattoo gun without his help and opened the ink pack. 

  “Sure,” He mused, eyeing you skeptically. Hadn’t tattooed anyone but you were clearly familiar with it. Interesting.

  “Did your tattoos hurt?”

  Eddie waited until after you’d started the tattoo gun and got into working on the fake flesh. Apparently you already had an idea in mind.

  “A bit of an amateur question, you don’t have one?”

  “Nope.” You confirmed, paying him no mind as you leaned forward, gaze focused solely on your task, “I kind of want one but I’m not in any particular rush, you know?”

  Eddie made a sound of agreement, at a brief loss of words as you arched your back, ass sticking out and he became painfully aware you were wearing a hot pink thong, the tails of it peaking out past the top of your denim shorts. He should’ve offered you a seat but you didn’t seem all that bothered with standing.

  No, that was apparently his foil, because he was incredibly bothered by you standing, especially with your ass out like that; when it made his pants tighten considerably in his crotch region.

  He was getting hard. 

  Eddie was mortified, stiffening (go figure) as he attempted to calm himself, eyes darting away from your ass to stare at one of the cabinets. Of course this had to happen to him on the day he chose to wear a pair of pants that left little to the imagination should the boy downstairs start acting up.

  Don’t look. Don’t look. Don’t look.

  “Hurts, depending on the area, which I’m sure you already know. The tattoos on my back and my thighs hurt pretty bad. Forearms were a bitch, but nothing I couldn’t handle. The ones on my wrists and hands were the worst, pain wise, in my opinion. Obviously it didn't stop me, but those tend to be areas with a lot of bones, veins and very little muscle, so it’s expected.”

  You hummed in response and his gaze briefly flittered over to you before his cock pulsed and he tore it away again, grateful your attention wasn’t on him.

  The remainder of the ‘session’ was spent in relative silence with the music playing through the speakers installed throughout the shop, keeping it from being awkward. Eddie had just managed to will his erection away when you finished, setting down the gun before you pulled your gloves off.

  “What do you think?” You asked, still admiring your work and Eddie peered around you to assess it.

  A wyvern, similar to the one on his arm but done in a fine line style.

  He chuckled, amused with your reference and you fought valiantly with yourself not to grin. You were trying to impress him, sticking with a subject he liked enough to make it a part of him permanently, but you hadn’t imitated the style of it to keep from downright copying and to showcase your ability to adapt.

  “That’s pretty good,” And it was, not a whole lot of people could get lines that perfect or seem as confident in their abilities on their first try. Still, Eddie could tell you’d have some ways to go before you were ready to be on your own, “but you can do better.”

  You tried not to frown, “Oh.”

  Eddie smirked and you finally turned to face him, apprehension on your face.

  “Don’t look so down. After some time around here, watching us work, you’ll be ready. The apprenticeship will fly by in no time.”

  “Wait—you mean—you want me?!”

  “I’d be stupid not to.”

  You let out a squeal and threw yourself at him, giving him a quick squeeze before your brain caught up to your body and you pulled away.

  “Sorry, sorry! I’m just so excited.”

  Eddie cleared his throat, shifting his body away from you and rasped out, “Argyle will have the paperwork for you to fill out.”

  “Got it,” You grabbed your bag and was just about to head out of the room when Eddie called your name, “Huh?”

  “Be back at the same time tomorrow. You’ll be practicing on real skin.” 

  “But I thought you said—” 

  “Me.”

  Something in you bubbled with excitement and nerves.

  You nodded once and then left the room to see Argyle for your paperwork.

  “So?????” Argyle asked once you’d approached him, a sullen look on your face. 

  You couldn’t keep the act up, beaming as you practically bounced, “I’ll be seeing you around more often now!” 

  He whooped, extending an arm out for a high-five which you reciprocated.

  “You are gonna love it here, Dudette. Just wait until you meet everyone! First, we gotta start on your employment.” 

  Your brows furrowed as you watched him go through a filing cabinet.

  “Wait—this is paid?”

  “Yeah! We’re not big on slave labor here.”

  Score for you! You had a feeling you wouldn’t be clocking a ton of hours but every single penny counted, especially considering how hard of a time you had actually building a savings account.

  Argyle had walked you through the paperwork, where to sign, what things meant and since the shop was getting ready to close up you’d simply just bring the completed paperwork back with you tomorrow.

  The door chimed behind you and you turned to see who could be coming in at the last minute, eyes widening at the voluptuous woman before you. Her hair was long and jet black, skin pale (apparently one person in this city was capable of defying the sun) and make-up done so elegantly it reminded you of actresses from the silver screen era. Her dress was simple, black and hugged her curves exceptionally well. You could tell it was worth more than everything in your apartment combined and you’d feel bad about it if you also couldn’t tell she was older than you. 

  You’d have time to get there.

  “Hey, Deidre.”

  “Hello, Argyle.” She gave the both of you a dazzling smile as she removed her sunglasses and walked right past Argyle, down the hall you’d come from.

  He didn’t even look surprised and paid her no real attention.

  “We’ll see you soon?”

  “Damn straight.”

  Argyle let out another cheer as you walked out the door with high spirits. Not even the nasty, hot air could get you down.

  You’d climbed up the stone steps until you reached the sidewalk and glanced behind you at the neon sign depicting the name of the tattoo shop you’d now be working at.

  “Welcome to The Dungeon,” You mumbled to yourself with a smile. 

  You turned back to the sidewalk, staring down at the pathway you’d have to take before you thought better of it, sticking your fingers into your mouth to give a sharp whistle.

  It caught the attention of a cab driver down the street, and you gave him your address when he’d pulled up and you’d hopped in, ready to prepare for tonight's plans. You deserved a little break, after all, you were one step closer to securing the future of your dreams.

  Eddie sagged against the counter once you’d left the room, scowling down at the bulge that had reappeared in his pants when you’d hugged him.

  Why his body was suddenly acting like he was a horny teenager again, he had no idea.

  He wasn’t about to do anything about it, though. Not when you’d be hanging around the shop for the foreseeable future. Eddie didn’t get involved with his employees. He’d worked in a couple of shops where he’d witnessed that occur and it always ended in a mess. Not a good kind.

  He busied himself with cleaning up, tossing away the supplies you’d used and storing your first piece of work. It’d be nice for you to look back at once your apprenticeship was over. When Eddie had nothing else to clean, he sighed and rubbed at his eyelids. 

  Platonic. Professional. God, if he couldn’t keep his dick in check, he’d be in a world of trouble. You’d be trouble.

  “Need a hand?”

  Eddie snapped around, relieved to see it was just Deidre. Explaining why he had a boner to anyone else wasn’t something he was keen on doing. In fact, he probably wouldn’t be telling her exactly why, either.

  Taking her up on her offer, however, was something he would eagerly do.

  “Are you offering yours?”

  She laughed, setting her purse down on the counter where your bag had been just a few minutes ago, and walked right up to Eddie, her body pressed against his and grinding onto him as the older woman slid her arms around his shoulders.

  “Mmm, not just my hand.”

  All Eddie knew next was the taste of her red lipstick. 

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Never did this before - virgin Eddie x virgin reader after weeks of flirting and crushing on each other, you finally pop a serious question into your bestfriend Eddie’s head, and he has a hard time providing you with an honest answer

How he fucks - experienced Eddie x perv reader

Subconsciously you’ve always been unaware of how obliviously perverted you are, and Eddie finally takes matters into his own hands

King Steve doesn’t exist - (steddie)

Steve Harringtons deepest secret gets revealed, but will the freak accept him? Will he runaway from him like everyone else? Does size really matter?

The band-aid to my wounds - Older!Eddie Munson x reader x Steve Harrington x Kurt Kunkle x reader

After stumbling into an old barn after being stranded by your freshly new ex boyfriend, you wake up strangely in a room..that isn't yours..

Headcanons/ blurbs

Ghost!Eddie

Eddie gets off watching you lick a lollipop

UPS!Driver Eddie

Eddie admiring ftm bf Steve

Physical therapist Eddie

(Joe Quinn headshot)

(Naughty Poetry for Joe)

GOth eddie moodboard

(Joes an ass man)

You’re a creep for Eddie too

Biker Eddie admiring his stripper gf

Forced to watch jealous Eddie jerk off

Eddie loves a fat 🐱

Toxic fuck boy Eddie

Virgin you needs Eddie NOW

Obsessed with Eddie’s BALLS

Struggling to get wet (steddie)

Mean Eddie still being nice with your TMJ

Pissing off dom/ switch Eddie

Eddie watching his black gf dance

Eddie loves Doja Cat

Eddie fucking you to Enter Sandman

Eddie watching his gf get off in her wheelchair

Eddie’s soft fem black gf

Gangster Eddie / pt 2

Eddie steals you in the night

Hippie Eddie moodboard

You and Eddie are big pervs

Eddie talking himself towards an orgasm

Eddie licking your cum

Gross virgin loser Eddie does porn pt 2 gross Eddie

(Steddie) helping chronically ill reader feel better

Older Eddie cumming struggles

Older Eddie loves all your holes

Hot and bothered by their black gf (steddie)

Butler Eddie

Street dancer Eddie

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[lilambs]

hiiii could you write something with Eddie x shy! reader and prey/predator/chasing?

hi peach..i don’t know how i feel abt this. 😔 if this isn’t what you asked for/like you’re more than welcome to resubmit and i will try again.

c/w: domestication, cnc, smut (reader does consent to everything, it is just extreme foreplay.)

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“come out come out wherever you are..” eddie sung, swinging the wooden bat he had in his hand with a flashlight in the other.

your breathing pattern started to turn from small gentle huffs to full on panting. you placed your hand over your mouth, tears filling your eyes as you looked around the dark setting.

you took a small step forward, paralyzing in fear at the sound of dead leaves crushing under your foot.

you were a goner.

“aww pretty girl is that you?” he cooed. “i won’t hurt you honey. although, you’ve got about five seconds to come out or i’ll knock your fucking teeth out.”

you started to cry, you balled a piece of your dress up before stuffing it inside your mouth to stifle your whimpers.

it didn’t take a genius to realize that eddie knew exactly where you were, that if he really wanted to he could snatch you and drag you home.

but he wanted to have a little fun.

you heard the sound of his leather boots dominating the floor underneath him as he got closer and closer to you.

so you made a run for it.

you refused to turn around and look back, afraid of what you might see if you did. you were full on sprinting, your lungs starting to burn as your breathing grew even more labored than before. adrenaline coursing through your veins.

eddie gave you about ten seconds of false hope before he stood behind a tree that was three feet ahead of you, placing his bat toward the ground.

low and behold, you tripped on it. you let out a cry as you felt his ring littered hand hold a tight grip on your ankle, preventing you from even attempting to crawl or get up again.

he placed his knee against your back, using his free hand to yank your hair back, forcing you to make eye contact with him.

“there’s two ways this can go. one, you let me have my way with you free of restrictions or complaints. two, i break your fucking legs, making you helpless. allowing me to penetrate however i want and how long i want to.” eddie grunted, the aching in his pants begging to be taken care of.

he began to roughly tear your dress apart. immediately becoming face to face with your fear ridden cunt, it quivering and clenching from what was a mixture of pure fright and the cold midnight air brushing against it.

without a word you tried wiggling around, in hopes of releasing yourself from his grip.

he chuckled from amusment, “option two it is babydoll.”

“please please no..please.” you cried, panic raising in your tone. you started thrashing around.

eddie felt his cock twitch at the thought of you being at his mercy. he leaned over and grabbed his bat before standing up.

he raised his arms above his head before swinging down aiming straight for your legs.

the overbearing sound of your throat wrenching screams and your femur shattering against his bat could be hurt from a mile away. he raised his arms again and swung once more for good measure.

your face crumpled in pain as eddie was quite literally breaking your legs, being unable to cry any further you just winced and whimpered as the world around you became dim.

he immediately got on his knees again and got to work; he leaned down before placing his nose right on top of your cunt, the bridge of his nose prodding against your clit. he grinned at the feeling of your slick sticking itself to his skin.

“ohh, someone liked when i did that, huh? not as innocent as you let on sweetheart. you’re a fucking disgusting little girl aren’t you?”

your protests were cut short as he slapped your cunt before shoving his index finger inside, roughly pumping in and out of you.

you couldn’t move, so you were left with a excruciating burning pain in both your poor violated cunt and your legs. you had no choice but to take it.

“that’s enough prep for the night don’t you think? need my cock to fucking break you in half. tiny cunt doesn’t stand a chance huh baby?”

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[diaryofaprettyprincess]

whipped/obsessed!eddiemunson with hyperfem!bimbo!popular!reader where they can’t keep their hands off of each other.

he’s always kissing you, touching you, groping your body in some way.

the PDA is HEAVY.

you both just love each other too much.

one evening when eddie has a campaign meeting for hellfire, you go with him.. except this time, you’re really just meeting your cheer friends after their practice to go shopping with them and they’ll just drop you back off at the school when you’re done shopping for miniskirts and heels so eddie can take you back to his trailer.

however, you both spent a good 15 minutes making out in his van before he had to (begrudgingly) go inside. so, you find your locker to fix your makeup.

you’re reapplying some lipgloss in your little heart mirror that is hung up on the inside of your locker as eddie admires you, telling you how cute, pretty, or beautiful you are..

you, of course, giggle and blush, and he takes your free hand and kisses your knuckles, then peppers small kisses to your wrist and up your arm to your shoulder then neck as you squeal, your manicured fingers twirling and playing with his hair.

then, when dustin and the rest of the hellfire club come up to you both to tell eddie that they are ready to start (and have been for a good 20 minutes), he pulls away from you just as your cheer friends ask if you are ready.

you say yes, grabbing your pink mini purse from eddie and pulling away from him before pouting a little, “wait. kissie!” you say breathlessly, bouncing slightly on your heeled feet, giggling, as you stand on the balls of your feet--your heels don’t give you that much height with eddie’s height and combat boots in the mix; pulling him down as he smiles against your lips, his hands taking their position on your ass, then your hips, then your waist, and then your ass again as he smooths over your cute little outfit.

you both get kind of carried away, moaning softly and whimpering into each other’s mouths,, the girls behind you giggling and the Hellfire Club jealous that eddie is kissing you but also slightly grossed out when they see your tongues clash softly together--eddie’s hand prominantly gripping your asscheek as you mewl happily.

“oookayyy, c’mon, man,” dustin pulls eddie’s arm, forcing eddie off of you as you whimper, your lipgloss messed up again and in need of a reapplication job as eddie has his lips sparkling with his spit and yours, as well as the sparkly gloss that was on your lips.

“no,” you whine softly, and eddie pouts as he gets dragged away from you, making a grabby hand to you before he breaks out of dustin’s hold, pushing past his friend before grabbing your face, smacking your lips with a hard kiss that makes you giggle, along with a MWAH! 

“have fun, baby, love you..” he whispers against your lips, kissing them again before waving bye to you and blowing you a kiss as you blush.

“bye!” you call out, turning to your friends as you see the club of his round the corner. 

your friends squeal with you as you all walk out of the school, excitedly chattering away.

meanwhile in the hellfire club room...

“kissie?” gareth mocks, and eddie just smiles hazily, not caring one bit.

“hey, dude, you wouldn’t be complaining if you were kissing her..” jeff speaks, and eddie looks over at him, his eyes narrowed; tongue to the inside of his cheek, head tilted slightly to the side. “i-i mean--y-you know-- oh, whatever!” 

“boys, boys, boys, enough. that pretty little lady out there is the love of my life, she can say whatever the fuck she wants..’ll give her that damn kissie..” he murmurs out, making the boys scoff jokingly and roll their eyes, knowing that their ‘dungeon master’ is COMPLETELY whipped for you.

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[apolloanddaphnis]

Eddie Munson x Horror!Bimbo Reader 🦇 💕 Part One

Headcanons about Horror!Bimbo

Horror!Bimbo isn't Harrington rich but she isn't Munson poor, she's lower middle class. Her dad is very distant, he manages the grocery store in town. Her mother is a part time librarian, and is there for reader as much as she can be.

She has an older sister who is studying pre med at The University of Chicago, they were once close but her sister became snobby once she started living in Chicago and only visits on holidays now. She thinks reader is stupid and hopeless with no future.

Horror!Bimbo!Reader is 18, a senior while Eddie is 20.

Horror!Bimbo!Reader has a white German Shepherd called Pyewacket.

Pyewacket hates everybody except for reader, she rescued him from a mean neighbor who would chain him up as a puppy. They've been thick as thieves ever since.

Pyewacket doesn't even let her parents into her room without some growling and snarling.

Horror!Bimbo!Reader also has a white rat called Socrates who often rests on her chest while she watches movies.

Pyewacket was the name of a famous witch cat in the Salem Witch Trials and a familiar in the 50s film Bell, Book, and Candles. AND Socrates was the name of Willard's white rat in Willard(1971).

Horror!Bimbo!Reader has a big oral fixation, she's constantly chewing her Extra! Refreshing bubble gum, or sucking on heart shaped lollipops that she hoards a bunch of from Valentine's Day that last her throughout the year.

It drives poor Eddie insane watching her mouth like that.

And she has such a distracting mouth, especially with all her lip gloss and lip liner defined lipstick painted lips.

And she's a big lip biter too.

He has spent many a time jacking off to the thought of those lips wrapped around him. With her shirt bunched up above her perky tits that never seemed to wear a bra for some reason.

And her plush ass that was alwayss adorn with a thong that he could see under very short skirts when she would bend over, her pussy lips puffier than the average girl and would be straining against the lace or satin of her thong, a lot of the time not completely covered.

Eddie has shamefully bust in his jeans at the sight at least twice.

And when she wears her obscenely tight jeans, her whale tail of her thong would peak out from the top of the high waist cut somehow, and you could easily see the outline of her thick vagina through the crotch of the jeans.

And almost always you could see the nipples of her bouncing tits through her shirts.

She tortured poor Eddie, especially when she would always smile so sweetly at him through the hall with a breathy Daryl Hannah "Hi Eddie" that she always managed to sound suggestive.

And in class (they have English and Pre-Calc together) , she always managed to sit in front of him, leaning forward so he could see her whale tail, or her juicy pouty lips when she'd ask to borrow a pencil that she would chew on and suck on before giving it back to him. (He is a little ashamed to admit he saves a whole collection of those at home). He'd also get high off her succulent smells. Like her strawberry shampoo, rosewater body lotion, her apricot hand cream, either baby powder and vanilla body mists or spicy and fruity Poison by Dior that he knew she would shoplift from the department store at Starcourt.

Our little bimbo has sticky fingers. Her family isn't the richest and she is such a seagull. Sees something shiny, might be a little too costly, like expensive lingerie or luxurious perfumes and she HAS to have it. Flirting with sales men and women and stealthily swiping the goods.

Eddie remembers the day he first met reader.

First day of her senior year, she walks into English in an outfit he knew she would get dress coded for, faded blue daisy dukes that squeezed the life of her dump truck ass and accentuated the lewd shape of her cunt. A red cropped tank top that was a little loose with a strap falling off her summer-loved shoulder, but tight around her bouncing unbound breasts. She had on white socks bunched from black doc like combat boots, and her hair up in a messy but very pretty high half pony half bun she had pinned up on top of her head, tendrils and loks framing her face and sticking to the back of her neck for it was an Indiana September. Her bangs framing her face and silver gold hoop earrings adorned her ears, red lipstick daringly painted her lips and black self manicured nails adorned her hands. She looked like a centerfold and he couldn't take his eyes off of her, neither could the other guys.

He knew it wasn't just lust however when she complimented his Black Sabbath t-shirt and then commented how she loves Ozzy solo work and rambled about an alter she once had to honor Randy Rhoads.

No, it was safe to say Eddie fell in love with her after that.

She was never ashamed to be seen talking to him. Sure she wasn't miss popular, the boys only talked to her because of her bimbo appearance but they all saw her as a witchy slut. They found her creepy but hot because she loves horror films so very much.

She's a little bit of an airhead, things tend to fly over her head, but she does love reading surprisingly. She has been scolded by teachers countless of times for reading in class ironically, and sometimes ditched to read in the library because the librarians adore her.

She likes to get lost in books and be in another world because she felt lonely in the real one.

Reader doesn't have friends, she comes off odd.

She giggles too much and blinks rapidly and shakes her head when she doest get things which is often.

Her mom says she doesn't process things like everyone else but that doesn't mean she's dumb.

She stares a lot and kind of looks like she has no thought in her head as she floats on through but she is actually lost in her own fantasies constantly through the day.

Eddie finds it adorable, and when people make fun of her for her oddities and aloofness he will do something outrageous to take the attention off of her, to protect her.

He saw she had nowhere to sit at lunch and invited her to his table, he realized despite being so beautiful she's the loneliest person in school.

She was so honored to be invited having a crush on him since freshman year. How could she not? He looks like the boys on her wall. Like Hawkins own personal rock star.

She became of Hellfire and with DnD she had him explain it like twenty times. Some of his friends may have groaned when she said 'wait' for the twelfth time, but we're silenced by theor DM's lethal glare.

She loved creating characters so much and had fun creating hers The Enchantress.

Reader always made food for the club which made them take to her easily.

She loves to cook and bake, she could be in her own world like when she would read or watch movies all day.

Her favorite book is Flowers in the Attic, and her favorite movies are The Company of Wolves, Slumber Party Massacre, and The Wicker Man. She will watch any horror film.

Her favorite colors to wear a red, pink, occasionally black.

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[douceurrrr]

pov: eddie’s bimbo girlfriend

eddie tying you pink pumps when you need him too. him taking advantage of you but you’re too dumb to notice. giving him good luck head before band concerts. him noticing how you panties show from underneath your skirt but you don’t. him noticing the the way how Jason flirts with you but then again you always thought he was just being nice. you not noticing how much you turn him on by just doing the simple things. trying on dresses for him. his club trying to figure out how he managed to get a girl like you. you always pout and look up at him when you get irritated.

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