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msgexymunson · 7 months

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The Food Of Love

Description: Eddie and his love for food (and you)

A/N: just a sweet little piece to sate you before some other chunky fics are posted! Plus, I know the way to a man's heart is through their stomach, and I want to feed this boy.

Warnings: language, just fluff really, allusions to smut, established relationship. Gender neutral reader. (Any issues please let me know!)

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The first time Eddie says he loves you, it's with a mouthful of the food you made him.

"Sweetheart, what you doing?"

Strong arms snake around your waist as you face the kitchen counter, mixing ingredients in a bowl with a scavenged spatula. The kitchen in the trailer is rough and ready, but you bought the ingredients and goddamn, you just need to feed this boy. If only to thank him for the countless orgasms he's given you.

"I'm making pancakes."

You smile, his hands wandering over your waist and hips as he crowds your back. God he smells good; bodywash, and skin, and weed, and Eddie.

"Really? I don't see pancake mix."

Laughing, you turn to face him.

"It's called cooking babe. I'm making them from scratch. Just sit down and let me feed you."

With a smirk and a peck to your lips he perches on the tiny table top, long legs swinging like a child.

You turn to finish mixing, and put the gas on, heating up a frying pan lined with oil and butter.

One, two, three pancakes finished; flipped and stacked onto a plate. Adding some maple syrup and chopped strawberries, you hand him the plate and a fork.

Turning to start your own pancakes on the heat, you hear Eddie literally moaning behind you.

"That good babes?"

"Umph."

Laughing, you turn to face your boyfriend. His cheeks are stuffed full of pancakes like a gerbil, and he's staring at you with wide wet eyes. His words are muffled with food, but unmistakable.

"I fuckin' love you sweetheart."

Goggling at him with your mouth slightly parted, you can't help but say, "I think you just love the food."

He swallows the enormous mouthful and smacks his lips.

"Nope, that just… pushed me over the edge, I guess. I love you."

Throwing your arms around him, you envelop his maple smeared lips in a sweet kiss.

"I love you too Eddie."

He grins, and your eyes begin to grow wet, so you turn away to flip your pancakes, and to wipe away the clandestine tears.

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The first time Eddie says he wants to marry you, he's shovelling your food into his mouth. Again.

You place the plate down in front of him, and watch his little nose wrinkle.

"What… is that?" He says disgusted, pointing to a green bit sticking out of the spaghetti and meatballs you made him for dinner.

"It's spinach babe, it's good for you."

He pokes it as if it's about to jump and attack, and looks back at you, gazing with a defeated expression.

"Do I have-"

"Eddie, I made this just for you. So, if you don't eat it, I'll be upset. OK?"

You knew that would work. He twirls a meatball in his fork, gathering some pasta, and even makes sure to add the offending spinach leaf.

When it reaches his mouth, the noise he makes is reminiscent of his orgasm sounds, just slightly muffled. A large hand encapsulates yours, gripping firmly as if you'll float away if he doesn't.

"I'm gonna marry you sweetheart."

It's cloaked in food, but you hear it. How couldn't you?

"Eddie-"

Swallowing, he grasps you with his other hand, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"I'm serious, I'm gonna marry you, and have kids, and they are gonna love these meatballs. Spinach and all."

Laughing, you pull your hand away, and start to eat your own food, warmth in your tummy expanding and enveloping you at his words.

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The first time you tell Eddie he'll be a great husband, it's with a mouthful of food.

Coming home from a hard day at work, you kick your shoes off and rub your aching feet for a moment.

"Eddie, baby I'm home!"

"I'm in the kitchen sweets!"

You follow his voice, through the tiny hallway of your shared apartment and into the living space. The entire kitchen is in disarray. Pots and pans are laying around with remnants of meals inside, used and forgotten. Grody cooking utensils have been deposited on any available side. Somethings dusting the floor; maybe flour?

You approach the love of your life, taking in his unexpected outfit. His usually unruly hair is swept back into a low bun, and he's tied one of your stripy cooking aprons around his waist. It should look weird, since he's not wearing a shirt, but with the muscles in his shoulders fully displayed and the tattoos playing peekaboo with you, you can't find it in you to mind.

A stray dusting of flour is on his cheek. Reaching him, you swipe it away with your thumb.

"Eddie, what are you doing?"

"I'm making dinner! Chicken pie, just like you made before. And dessert is in the fridge!"

His smile splits his face in half, warming your insides.

"Well, ain't I lucky."

"Damn straight. I even got wine, here you go."

He hands you a glass, filling it from wine in the fridge. It's a crisp white, one you've bought before that he remembers you like.

You perch at the small dinner table, the solid wood one you rescued from a neighbour's yard that just needed a little love, and you're waited on.

The chicken pie is great; the pastry could've had more time in the oven but the filling was perfect. When you're finished, Eddie hands you a chocolate mousse, with whipped cream and a swirl of orange peel on the top.

"It's chocolate orange mousse, I got it out of a recipe book I bought. You like it?"

Eddie's practically on tenterhooks, bouncing both knees with his eyes fixated on you.

Honestly? It's incredible. Just the right texture and consistency, and the right amount of orange. One of the best desserts you've had.

But, it isn't just that. It's the restless demeanour, the keenness of his smile, the deep eyes full of feeling.

With a mouthful of chocolate orange mousse, you stare at him with wet eyes.

"You're gonna make a great husband one day."

You swallow, and stare again.

"Wait, scratch that. You're gonna be a great husband to me, one day."

He grins manically at you, pride etched in his face.

"Yeah?"

"Hummm." You turn your head as if deliberating something.

"What?"

'Just thinking, could we take the rest of this dessert to the bedroom? I could show you how grateful I am."

You wink, and Eddie's eyes nearly roll back inside his head.

"Oh, if this is being your husband then fucking sign me up!"

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munsonshire · 13 days

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Dating Eddie while being Dustin's sibling

Pairing: Eddie x Henderson!reader (gender neutral)

Warnings: none

- If you leave them alone when you come back they'll be either play-fighting, sleeping, or laughing about something stupid, both of them on the floor trying to catch their breaths as tears of laughter stream down their faces

- Dusting would be kinda like your kid, he will insist on going everywhere with you and you two wouldn't mind most of the time, other times if you wanna do some let's call them adult themed dates you'll tell Dustin that you were gonna study or go to a conference of something boring like literature (not science because he likes that)

- Eddie would pic both of you up in the mornings to take you to school, you ride shotgun and Dustin sits in the back, you usually pick up Max and Lucas too.

- Dustin gets so grossed out when he catches you two kissing, not necessarily french kissing, just a simple peck on the lips and he will fake gag, to which Eddie flips him the bird

- If you two ever broke up Dustin would be like a child of divorce, he'd still hang out with each of you but separately and would try to make you two get back together

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lightvixxen · 2 years

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I PROMISE IM WORKING ON INNOCENT ACT PT2 BUT I HAD THIS HAPPEN TO ME AT PRIDE TODAY AND THOUGHT THIS AND I NEED TO WRITE IT BEFORE I FORGET.

Rockstar!Eddie leaning down from the stage, grabbing your hand and kissing it.

You were lucky enough to snag a place exactly in front of the stage, you loved Corroded coffins music. But you specifically loved their lead singer and guitarist. Eddie Munson, Eddie was pure sin. He was sweating, shirt undone to show off his toned chest.

He leaned down from the stage, taking the girls' hands and kissing them quickly. You held your hand out, praying he would do the same for you. And he did, making eye contact and singing into the microphone, he took your hand and gently pressed his lips to it. Then he was up singing and moving around again.

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jaebeomsbitch · 3 months

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Eddie pressing a kiss to your forehead leaving you boneless and panting for air on the bed as he puts some boxers on. The elastic band low on his hips as he walks out of the room making his famous post sex snack. Which really is just quesadillas and some easy mac. He walks back into your bedroom with a plate in his hand jumping into bed, peppering your face and neck with kisses.

“I fucked you that good?” He grins as you groan, too tired to speak.

“Alright, alright” he chuckles, lying next to you as you tuck into his side. He places his plate on his stomach, occasionally feeding you while carding his fingers through his hair.

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strangerstilinski · 3 months

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listen, eddie munson is a certified nuisance boyfriend through and through

if you're cooking dinner? he's wrapping his arms around your waist and propping his chin on your shoulder and nuzzling into your neck while you shuffle a small step back from the stovetop before he can burn himself

you're trying to straighten a picture frame hanging high on the wall and instead of answering your question as to whether it needs to be nudged a bit higher on the left, he's busy watching the way that your thighs and calves flex as you push onto your toes and his eyes are resolutely glued to the curve of your ass which, obviously, is far too distracting for his ears to work properly

when you're sweetly washing his hair for him in the shower and trying valiantly not to let any suds drip into his eyes? his chin is tipped down towards his chest while he playfully fondles your chest beneath the spray. and when the soap inevitably does get in his eyes, he's oh-so dramatic about it and accusing you of trying to blind him despite the turn of events being entirely his fault

and when you're trying to watch a movie and he falls blissfully silent, his ongoing commentary trailing off in a way that you really should know by now is just a bit too good to be true. the reason for his lack of verbal distraction is revealed when his fingers begin toying with the ends of your hair, his attention having shifted to you, under the soft glow of the television, looking so pretty that he can't help but stare, uncaring whether he misses a few minutes of vital plot in the film because he knows you'll give only a small, fond sigh before curling into his chest and explaining it to him

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pastel-pillows · 2 months

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It’s 3:30 am so this isn’t edited or read over.

NSFW 18+ MDNI

Have we thought about needy whiny Eddie who can’t help but fucking his fist while you sleep. You’ve been working extra shifts and he doesn’t want to wake you up so instead he thinks about the way you feel squeezing around his cock, soft and warm. He tries to keep still and quiet.

You hear him though, you hear the way he’s groaning your name, you can hear the way he’s mumbling under his breath that you feel so good riding him and you definitely hear the choked moan he tries to muffle by turning his face into the pillow as he cums. You think about letting it be and simply going back to sleep so you’ll be rested for the shift you have in a few hours but the heavy panting that fills the room as he comes down has other thoughts popping into your head.

He hears your voice say “keep going” followed by your body shifting under the covers to fully face him and never one to refuse you Eddie takes his half hard cock into his hand and starts pumping his fist, pausing only for a moment to wipe up his own cum to use as lube while he strokes his oversensitive cock for your amusement.

No thoughts, only catching Eddie jacking off to you and you having him use his own cum covered hand to overstimulate himself while you watch.

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sanguineterrain · 1 year

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about a boy - e.m.

Summary: You've never had a boy in your bed. You're not sure what you're meant to do with one.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x gn!reader

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings/tags: none i don't think? mainly fluff and an overthinking reader (they're so me)

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There's a boy in your bed.

"M&M?"

You turn your head. Eddie holds the bag of candies to you.

"Okay," you say, and take a blue M&M.

Eddie smiles, about fifteen M&Ms in his own mouth. His attention returns to the screen. You have no idea what's playing.

A boy is in your bed, and he's put a movie on, and now his thigh is pressed against yours, lean and warm.

Eddie's socks are green and have tiny yellow stars on them. He's pulled them over his jean cuffs to keep the cold away. Not that it matters when he has a sleeveless Metallica shirt on.

But Eddie doesn't seem to get cold, anyway. You went for ice cream last week even though it had snowed the night before.

Eddie had paid for your ice cream, which isn't something to look too into. Steve's paid for your ice cream before, because Steve's a nice guy. And Eddie's a nice guy too. So maybe nice people pay for ice cream. And that's all.

Your eyes trace the dip of Eddie's belly, the slice of skin that peeks out between his waistband and shirt hem. His exposed arm and neck is sprinkled with freckles and you can see the edge of the demon tattoo on his breastbone.

Your heart races. That's wrong, isn't it? Looking at Eddie like that? Hoping he'll give you more?

You don't know. You've never had a boy in your bed. There's no guidebook.

Eddie laughs at the screen. You relish in his swelled cheeks and glimpse of fanged canines. You love Eddie's smile; bright and all-encompassing. You can't help but be pulled into his orbit every time you're around him.

You ought to give Robin something for introducing the two of you. A fruit basket, or maybe Vickie Summers in a gift box.

Need curls deep in your chest as you watch Eddie sink further into your pillows. You wonder if he can feel your eyes on him. That would be embarrassing. But maybe he'd be flattered that you're looking at him; that you can't help but.

He's touchy. Affectionate. You're really not, but Eddie takes it in stride. He gives you little half-hugs instead of his usual squeeze-the-soul-out-of-you ones. He bumps your shoulder or simply walks beside you, respecting your space.

And funnily enough, through all that, you've begun to wish Eddie would touch you more.

"'M gonna get more popcorn," he says. "Y'want something else?"

You turn your head in a vain attempt to make it seem like you haven't been mooning over him like a lovesick calf.

"No, no, um, thanks. Thanks."

You cringe at your clumsy mouth. Eddie's oblivious, hopping off the bed and disappearing into the hall.

Are you even allowed to want more? You and Eddie are friends. Maybe even Good Friends, especially after the 'murderous monster tries to swallow Hawkins' crisis died down.

But you don't hang out like this. Where Eddie can see all the Polaroid pictures of trees you thought were good reasons to love the earth and of your mom and of the deer you saw once, and your sky blue wallpaper with clouds painted on it. You wonder if he thinks you're childish or silly.

Why does he even spend time with you? Are you the only one free? Was today a non-Hellfire day and that's why Eddie had agreed to come over? Nothing better to do?

You haven't the slightest idea what's happening in the movie. You should pay attention because Eddie might want to talk about it afterwards, and he'll be cross if you don't know what he's talking about.

Except, that doesn't really seem like Eddie. Still. You've never had a boy in your bed. You don't know if they expect you to pay attention to the movies they play.

You chew on a cuticle. Eddie returns in a couple minutes, climbing onto the bed with his knees. He offers you the bowl of popcorn. You shake your head.

"Everything okay, sweet thing?" he asks.

Oh, don't you just melt over that. You feel like the yellow M&M between Eddie's fingers.

"Yeah, f-fine."

You stare at the foot of space between you. Once, you'd dared to lean on the shoulder of a boy you didn't like that much. Your head hadn't stayed long on his shoulder, and afterwards, you wished you'd been struck by lightning.

What if this is like that? What if Eddie sneers at you and shuffles away. God, you can't handle that. You like this boy in your bed so much, it frightens you.

"This guy, the one in the raincoat." Eddie points. "He's one of my favorite actors. I like the way he talks. You ever get that? Liking the way someone talks?"

You look at him. Eddie looks at you. He's trying to pull you out of your head. He thinks something's worrying you. You're so anxious all the time. And Eddie knows that, so he tries to ground you. You withdraw and Eddie will call out to you and ask you questions. He always sounds lovely. Sometimes, you try to gather the courage to ask him something back. But the words remain lodged in your throat.

"Yeah, I get that." Be brave, be brave. "I like the way you talk."

You wait for lightning to strike.

"Really?" Eddie asks, sounding genuinely curious.

"Uh-huh. You have a nice voice."

Nothing. Not even a rumble of thunder.

"Sweet thing, you're gonna give me a big head," Eddie says with a grin.

He's not teasing you. Once upon a time, you might've thought he was, because it seemed like that's all people were capable of. But Eddie's not. He thinks they're nice, the words you say. You want to say more nice words. You want to keep this boy in your bed.

You also want to close this distance. Be a permanent planet in Eddie's orbit. Be brave.

You stare at that tiny foot of space between you again. You're probably being too quiet and still, and Eddie's probably worried you're stuck in your head again.

So before he can coax you out again, (because he cares about you. He cares about you, and you're just going to have to get used to that, alright?) you scoot an inch.

And another inch. And another.

You move at a glacial pace. You don't think Eddie's picked up on your little scheme. How fiendish you are, attempting to cuddle with the boy in your bed. Wicked!

Now, you're so close you can feel Eddie's body heat. His shirt looks soft and worn. You wonder what he smells like.

You move closer. Now, your chest is touching Eddie's side. He looks at you.

His eyes are dark like the blackest parts of space. If you do this and fail, those eyes might just swallow you up.

You listen for thunder, but the skies are clear.

"What's goin' on, pretty?" he murmurs.

"Do you like me?" you blurt, helpless in his pull.

Eddie's brows lift. He blinks, cocks his head.

"'Course I do, sweet thing."

"No, like." You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment, then open them. "You like me enough for a movie, but do you like me enough to let me put my head on your shoulder?"

"Is that all?" he asks, eyes dancing. There's stars in them. "I like you so much, I want your head on my shoulder forever."

Cinnamon. Eddie smells like cinnamon.

You no longer wish to be struck by lightning.

"Oh," you breathe.

Eddie hums and gently taps your head with one finger.

"That what you've been thinking so hard about?" he asks.

"I've never had a boy in my bed," you say.

"'M honored to be the first."

You nod, jittery with hope. "I'm glad it's you."

And then Eddie eases you into his side. It's perfect. It feels like you're young and don't know any better. It feels like you'll never find anything else like it.

Eddie bows his head. His curls tickle your cheeks and shroud you from the rest of the world.

"And will you kiss me too?" you ask.

"As much as you want, pretty."

You think you can get used to having a boy in your bed.

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strangersmunsons · 1 month

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Eddie goes shopping with you. eddie munson x gn!reader, ~900 words

“Okay, now what do you think of this?” You hold out a crisp white button-down shirt.

“I think that’s great,” he says automatically.

“Eddie,” you sigh impatiently, “you’ve said that about every article of clothing we’ve seen today. I need like, an actual opinion.”

“That is an actual opinion.” He sounds offended that you might suggest otherwise.

“C’mon, I’m trying to look professional! You gotta help me.”

“I am helping!” Eddie holds up both arms to emphasize his point — he’s laden with bags from the stores you hit earlier in your shopping venture, weighed down with the new clothes you’re purchasing so as to better look the part for your new job.

A small giggle escapes you in spite of your exasperation. “I told you you don’t have to carry any of those,” you remind him, folding your arms across your chest.

Eddie scoffs. “And what kind of gentleman would I be if I let you haul this crap around all day?” He shakes his head, dark curls tumbling about his soft face. “No way. Wayne raised me right, thank you.”

“Well, that he certainly did,” you admit, a rush of affection warming your chest. Unable to help yourself, you reach out and pinch his little cheek between your thumb and index finger.

He pouts at the gesture, pretending to be annoyed; but really, a thrill shoots through him at the brief moment of contact. Oh, what he wouldn’t give for you to be touching him always.

But it’s not like that. Not for you two.

Eddie tells himself that it’s okay, that he’s accepted it, he’ll content himself with daydreams and fantasies as he always has —

“Do you think black looks classier, though?” You’ve turned back to face the clothing rack again, thoughtfully fingering the silky fabric of a dark shirtsleeve. Your eyes narrow. “Or is it almost too formal?”

Eddie blinks dazedly, then shrugs. “I dunno. I wear black all the time, no one’s ever put me up for best dressed.” He frowns. “I suppose it’s a little different when it’s a Metallica t-shirt, though.”

You poke him playfully. “Or ripped jeans.”

Eddie swats your hand away, heart leaping.

You snicker in response, then soften. “For the record, I do like the way you dress. It goes with your whole thing, y’know?” You motion towards him vaguely, hands waving up and down his figure.

“My thing?”

“Mmhmm,” you hum. “The hair, the attitude, the music. Even your name. The whole thing.”

“What does my name have to do with any of that stuff?”

You shift your weight from foot to foot as you think about how to word your answer, tongue poking ever so slightly out of your mouth — an unconscious imitation of the face Eddie often makes when he’s focusing. He swoons a little when he realizes that you’re picking up some of his habits.

“I mean, if I didn’t know who you were, and someone told me to pick out the guy named Eddie Munson from a crowd of a hundred people, I could do it like that,” you tell him, snapping your fingers on the last word. “No one has ever looked more like they should be named Eddie Munson than you.” Your eyes cut over to his. “Does that make sense?”

Bewildered, Eddie’s eyebrows have shot up so high they’ve all but disappeared under his bangs. “…kind…of?”

You pat his shoulder, amused. “Don’t worry about it. Just look at the shirt.”

Obediently, his gaze flits back to the top. You smile expectantly, and he works to offer some sincere judgment.

“Um, it looks comfier than the white one? Not as starchy.”

You nod sagely. “True.” You examine it more closely, a flicker of uncertainty clouding your features. “Do you think it’d look okay on me?”

Of course he does. He thinks you look nice in everything. In your pajamas, in your dressiest formalwear — it doesn’t matter. He never wants to hold you any less. To him, you’ve always the most beautiful person in the world. Whatever you happen to put on your body is irrelevant.

But this is the whole point of him accompanying you; he practically begged for you to let him tag along, swearing that it would be fun and that he’d help you. You’d been a smidge embarrassed at first, certain he’d grow impatient with your indecisiveness and bored with the constant vanishing into dressing rooms, but you seem comfortable now, letting him tote your bags around and asking for his advice. He hopes you’ll take him again next time, and then the next time, and then again after that…

“Yes, I do. I think you’d look really wonderful,” he finally answers. “You look incredible in everything you wear. Honest. You don’t need to worry about anything you buy today.”

Your eyes shine, a bashful smile spreading across your lips. “Really?”

“Of course,” he replies, face reddening. “You — you could wear a potato sack and make it look good, frankly.”

You laugh. “Yes, I’m sure that would be very flattering on me.”

“Hey, I think you could rock it.” He knows you think he’s teasing you, but he means it. And he’ll tell you again, and again, and again, until you believe him.

He’s got nothing but time.

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eddiesxangel · 3 months

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The Kissing Booth | E.M x G!N!Reader

Cw: flufffffff, mild angst on Eddie’s part. Smooching. Reader wears lipgloss. No use of pronouns.

Wc 1.4K

Eddie could not believe this was happening to him.

“Nope, nope, no way, man. Over my dead body-“

“What my boy means is he is grateful he is not being suspended and will graciously accept his punishment of volunteering at the school fair.” Wayne looks at his nephew with a glare in his eyes that Eddie hasn’t seen in a very long time.

“Great, then it’s settled,” Ms. Laughlin, the guidance councillor, smiles.

It was happening. Eddie was being served the most gruesome punishment, and all because he skipped P.E. of all classes.

Eddie Munson was being forced not only to participate in the school fair but to work the kissing booth, of all things.

How on earth would he survive this? Not only would he be the laughingstock of the school, but he would also have to endure the absolute embarrassment of having no one come up to his booth, and he would also have to be forced to participate in extracurricular activities.

“Just wait until Hellfire hears about this boy,” Wayne laughs as he drives him and Eddie back to the trailer.

All Eddie could do was roll his eyes; he could never show his face again.

“You’re not going to believe the rumour I heard today.” Nancy looks at you from over her shoulder. She is sat at your vanity.

“What?” You asked, intrigued, as you got dressed and got ready for tonight’s festivities.

“A little birdy told me that a certain someone is working the kissing booth tonight.” She smirks.

“Who?” You challenge her back.

“Who, what?” Robin walks into the bedroom from the bathroom.

“Nancy knows who is working one of the kissing booths tonight, but who’s telling me” you pout.

“Ohhhhhhhh,” Robin smirks knowingly.

“Oh, not you, too! Come on, who is it!”

Robin and Nancy give one another a nod of the head before Nancy speaks.

“Eddie Munson.”

“Ha ha, very funny; you think I’m going to believe that? How gullible do you think I am?” You snort.

“No, it’s true! Shelly from the student council told me when we were working on the student paper! Instead of detention, this is his punishment, to help out at the fair tonight.” She wiggled her brows at you suggestively.

“Who else’s working it?” You try and ask casually.

Your friends knew about your crush on Eddie. It had been about a month since you confessed to one of your late-night sleepovers.

“Um, I’m not too sure what other guy, but I think Chrissy is working the girl's booth. Nancy shrugged.

“Cool…cool…” you turned to the closet, now faced with a sense of anxiety to find the perfect top.

Eddie was actually dying on the inside. Ten minutes until his “shift” at the booth, and he wanted to book it.

Running away would solve his problems, right? He would much rather be suspended than have to endure this humiliation. This was a cruel and unusual punishment.

He watched from the sidelines as Josh was at the booth currently. He was the senior star quarterback on the football team. Everyone wanted him. He could just see now the long line disbursing once he stood there.

"Hey man, you're up next in 5." Eddie was snapped out of his internal monologue when he felt a hand resting on his shoulder. He wasn't sure how long he had been there stewing with his own thoughts. "Don't worry, it's not all bad. Some customers are cute," Josh smirks.

Oh god. What if he actually had to kiss someone tonight? He hadn’t thought of that option. Like, what if some actually came up? What would he do? Are they expecting tongue?

“You have some gum or something?” He asked quickly before Josh left.

He smirked and tossed him a pack of icy mint.

“Thanks.”

Eddie peaked around the corner to where the booth was set up. The fair was set up on the school football field. There was a small sign that said be back in 5 and no lineup to be seen.

That made Eddie feel a bit better; no one was there. That took some humility out of it.

Before Eddie could back out and run, he felt another hard hand on his shoulder.

“Come on, Munson, your time to shine.” Jeff and Gareth practically dragged Eddie to the booth, kicking and screaming.

“You’re the worst friends ever,” Eddie huffed as they backed away from the booth. Watching him so he won’t run away.

“You can't serve the time and shouldn’t do the crime.” Jeff laughed.

“That’s not-“ Eddie was cut off mid-sentence as he saw Robin and Nancy pushing you towards the booth just like he had been moments ago.

“Don’t make me do this,” you plead with your best friends.

“You have to do it,” “It’s now or never,” “He’s right there. Just have him your ticket and pucker your lisp. It’s not that hard,” Robin and Nancy whispered in your ear as they dragged you towards Eddie.

“You guys, please, I can’t!” You say a bit too loudly as you fight back your friends from pushing you up to the booth.

You can see the look on Eddie’s face as you are pushed up the step of the booth. He looks disappointed? Disgusted? You’re not too sure.

You let out an embarrassing squeal as you stumbled in front of Eddie. “Um hi”

Despite not being well-acquainted with Eddie, you couldn't help but notice him whenever he walked by. You only exchanged a few words in passing and learned about him through your friends. Although you never had the opportunity to spend time together, you found him to be irresistibly charming and incredibly good-looking. Whenever you caught a glimpse of him in the cafeteria, he never failed to bring a smile to your face with his silly antics and infectious laughter.

“Uh hey,” he spoke back, clearly uncomfortable.

“Busy night for you?” You ask, trying to delay the inevitable.

“Uh nope.”

“Good,” you smile; the thought of Eddie kissing anyone else made you want to vomit.

“Good?” He cocks a brow at you. “The thought of nobody wanting to come up to the freak of Hawkins High is good to you?”

“Oh I didn’t mean it like-“

“Why are you even here?”

“Oh- well- I um-"

“No, I get it. You’re just here on a dare, or you lost the bet, right? I really thought better of Nancy and Robin; I thought they were my friends… You know I heard you say you can’t do this. I understand the thought of kissing me is so terrible that-“

You couldn't help but cut off Eddei from his intrusive thoughts. You held his face with both hands and smushed your lips together. The thought of Eddie thinking that about you was far worse than the fear of kissing him.

It wasn't everything you had dreamed of. However, the kiss was still nice. You felt the eruption of butterflies fill your stomach as Eddie deepened this kiss himself. You kissed him until you could no longer breathe. Only then is when you pull away.

“Woah”

“I hope that was okay.” You shy away.

“Yeah.” Eddie sighed as he took you in.

As he gazed upon you, he was struck by how pretty you were, which he had overlooked until now. The sweet aroma of strawberries wafted from you as the strawberry lipgloss lingered on his lips, just below his nose.

“Um, here,” you jut out your hand with the crinkled ticket you hadn't yet paid with.

“Oh no, no, the house,” Eddie said without thinking and that made you giggle.

“Well, I really only bought a ticket for this, so I might as well cash it in.” you flirt.

“Ok, yeah, sure. Two for one.” Eddie took the ticket from your hand and brought it back to cup your cheek before kissing you again.

You could hear the giggles and cheers of your friends from behind you in the distance, but your main focus was on Eddie. His soft, plush lips. His minty taste, the way his soft hair tickled your cheeks.

“Ok, lovebirds, that’s enough.” the supervising teacher returned with an unimpressed huff.

You begrudgingly pulled away, but with a smile nonetheless.

“Can I get your number?” Eddie’s mouth was moving before his brain could catch up.

“Come find us later, lover boy.” Robin giggled while snatching your arm and pulled you away before you could answer.

“Dude!” Gareth clapped his hands, having witnessed the whole thing.

“Maybe we should sign up for this,” Jeff laughed. A little jealous of what he just witnessed.

After you, Eddie didn’t care if he got another customer for the rest of the night. Maybe this whole kissing booth thing wasn’t too bad after all.

#eddie munson x reader #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson fluff #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x male reader #Eddie Munson imagine

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usedtobecooler · 9 months

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something about edging eddie until he's crying <3

tw: dom/sub undertones, orgasm denial, cumming without permission, handjobs, dacryphilia, scratching, one singular slap to the leg.

"please, please, baby — need it, baby. fuckin' hurts— aah, aah, nngh,"

eddie's gasps of pleasure send ripples of goosepimples up your spine, your hazy eyes glancing up from where they were glued to the almost purple tip of his cock. it kicks up slightly, a blurt of precum spilling from the slit as you squeeze just ever so slightly harder around his balls and the base of his length, clamping your thumb and middle finger like a makeshift cock ring, squeezing the soft flesh until he's wailing.

"one more?" you coo, using your other hand to stroke up the fuzz of his inner thigh until the muscles spasm under your tender grip, his leg kicking out, "one more, i promise. then you can cum, okay?"

you watch with morbid fascination as eddie's neck strains, his wild hair fanning out over the pillows and matting to his forehead with sweat, clinging to his temples as the tears begin to roll. the tendons in his neck pop as he grits his teeth, struggling to hold it — panting and gasping when you release the tight hold, once you know he's coming down from the impending orgasm you just cruelly denied him.

"colour?" you ask, just to make sure as your pre and lube slick hand wraps around the thick, neglected head of his cock again, startling a growl from deep in eddie's chest as you do. he hisses, arches into the touch, spine curving up from the mattress.

"green," eddie grits out, bitchy and annoyed as he bucks his hips up, tries to get you to just move your fucking hand, "so fucking green, i promise."

you hum contentedly, your hand that was once soothing his thigh coming down to crack lightly across the sensitive skin, shocking a yelp from him, "hips down, stop being a brat. let that be a warning."

your dominant hand slowly starts to pump up and down eddie's shaft, eliciting soft little whines and cries from him as your pace quickens, squeezing the hardened flesh the way you know he likes.

"so fuckin' desperate, please, please," he's a squirming, begging mess, clinging onto the bedsheets with bitten, polish chipped nails. he buries his face into the pillow, biting down on it and moaning into the fluffy lining when your palm swipes over the head.

you're working eddie over in a way that you know will send him spiraling, a small smirk gracing your features, knowing you'll be snatching it away from him soon, just as he reaches his high.

his hips jerk uncontrollably into the slickness of your hand, the squeaking bedsprings adding to the loud slap of flesh on flesh that bounces around the walls of your bedroom — rhythmic, dirty, filthy, even.

you watch under hooded eyelids as eddie's arms strain, veins protruding from the backs of his hands up to his elbows. a red flush of colour spattering all over his chest, back arched like a bitch in heat. he's ethereal, a fucking siren beckoning you and luring you in, making you lose all inhibition without even realising it.

you know it's going to happen before even he does, he's too slow to tell you he's close, and you're so dazed and hazy from watching his pretty face contort in pleasure that your reaction time isn't quick enough. you're not able to snatch your hand away before his cock is pulsing in your grip and the first shot of cum lands in his curly bush of pubes.

"sorry, sorry—nggh," eddie's whining, whimpering and crying as his load coats your hand, spurting up his stomach and making a fucking mess. his back arches and straightens up just as quickly, like a bow once the arrows been shot, as he tries to wriggle away from your tight grip.

you can't look away from his soft tummy as it twitches and quivers from the sheer force of his orgasm, ropes of cum splashing his pale skin and marking him up, painting the pretty purple bruises you'd left behind with a harsh mouth earlier.

it's stunning, almost painful to watch and listen to as your insides burn with arousal. your hand works him over as if on autopilot, your ears only just catching his wet gasps, his pleading for you to stop or keep going, you're not sure.

"baby, baby," he babbles, arching away from your touch and crying wetly when you thumb up over his sensitive tip, rubbing over the glans until he's thrashing his legs, "m'so sorry, baby. didn't- didn't mean to—"

"you didn't warn me," you cut him off, words coming out a bit more choked and soft than they usually would've when he disobeyed you, "so now, i'm going to work you over until you're hard again, okay? and we'll start from the top. colour?"

eddie sobs wetly, wincing as he stares at you with big, glassy orbs. your own eyes soften as your gazes lock, and he whimpers, breathy and desperate when your other hand ghosts down his thigh, nails bluntly scraping the skin in a scratching motion;

"green."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #my fanfic #mine #blurb #drabble #idk i saw a tweet about this and i had a visceral reaction #no character description so this one is gender neutral! <3

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munsonshire · 3 months

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Dating autistic Eddie Munson

Pairing: autistic Eddie Munson x reader

Warning: autistic traits, if you're ableist get out

Disclaimer: I wanted to make this headcanon because I hardly see autistic eddie content and I don't think that's fair

Masterlist

This would obviously be a relationship that would need a los of understanding, patience and support from both of you.

Autistic individuals may have unique communication styles. It would be crucial to establish open and honest communication channels that work for both of you. This might involve using clear language, being direct, and allowing Eddie the space to express himself comfortably.

Many autistic individuals have sensory sensitivities, so being mindful of Eddie's needs in different environments is crucial. This could mean finding quiet and calm spaces when necessary or being aware of certain sensory triggers that may cause discomfort.

Focusing on finding common interests that you both enjoy. Eddie's passion for DND and metal music bands could be great starting points for activities you can enjoy together.

Autistic individuals often thrive in routines and structured environments. Understanding of Eddie's need for predictability and consistency can help create a stable and comfortable relationship.

Like anyone else, Eddie will have emotions and experiences that he may want to share and discuss. Providing a safe space for him to express his feelings and being supportive and empathetic will strengthen your relationship.

Disclaimer: Autism is a spectrum, and every individual is unique. Understanding and adapting to Eddie's specific needs and preferences, while celebrating his strengths, will be essential in building a strong and fulfilling relationship. Open communication, compassion, and respect for each other's differences are key.

#eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things headcanons #stranger things pov #eddie munson headcanons #autistic eddie munson #autistic eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie x gender neutral reader #eddie x reader headcanons #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson headcanon #eddie #eddie munson x reader

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unsolved-duvall · 11 months

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

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

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lunarzstarz · 1 year

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REQUEST:

Modern eddie munson addicted to video games.

He’s online with friends all the time and paying no attention to you. You’re getting tired of it so you stale action by riding him in his gamer chair still making him play the game and keep himself unmuted. After a lil he can’t take it anymore and powers down the game abruptly, carriying you over to the bed and fucking you until you can’t walk….🤭

loved this idea so much, sorry it took so long for me to finish had writers block, but I hope you like it! thanks for the request anon <3

Pairing: Modern!Eddie Munson x AFAB!Reader

Content Warning: NSFW 18+ minors dni, handjobs, unprotected sex, PinV sex, slight dacryphilia kink? slightly proofread.

A/N: Sorry I've been gone for a little while, but I'm back and I'm working my way through requests, so feel free to ask for one. I'm also officially working on part 2 of "The No List" I don't know when it will be out though so if you want to be added to a tag list just let me know :)

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You stood at his door for ten minutes, if you knocked any harder it would probably fall down. You knew Eddie was home, he’d just called you thirty minutes ago, asking you to come over, you just didn’t know why he wasn’t answering the door. Before you think about knocking again, you check under the doormat and of course there was the spare key.

Unlocking it and stepping inside you can already hear Eddie shouting at someone and that already tells you everything. You roll your eyes and shut the door behind you “Eds!” you call trying to announce your arrival, but nothing. Heading to the bedroom, there he was sitting at the desk, back to you.

He had his headset on, eyes focused on his screen, still unaware of your presence. “Eddie!” you try again stepping closer a hand reaching out to tap his shoulder, he flinches.

His gaze tears away for a split second to see who it was “Shit, you scared me” he gives you a smile.

“Hello to you too” you return the smile and lean down to kiss him, but you’re met with his cheekbone when his head snaps back to the screen.

“Shit!” he shouts, killing yet another creature in one of his stupid video games, one you had got him and immediately regret buying.

“Hey, when are you gonna get off?” you ask, but your voice falls on deaf ears as he continues to pay attention to whoever is on the other side of the mic. “Eddie!” you give him a shove and his head snaps back to you.

“Yeah, yeah sorry I’ll be off as soon as I finish this round, I promise” he rushed, immediately going back to the game without giving you a chance to protest.

So you give in and lay on the bed, opting to mindlessly scroll through your phone as you started your long wait. It didn’t take long for you to get restless and tired of listening to him shout at the screen. You and Eddie had been seeing each other less and less lately with it being the busiest time of the year for you both, you thought finally after days of not seeing each other he’d jump at the chance to be with you, but it was clear that he had other things on his mind.

Around the twenty minute mark he cheered, winning yet another game, you listened in on his conversation “Good game…oh I don’t know my-” he turned slightly to look over at you seeing that you were still looking at your phone “Okay…one more but after that I-.”

You reached for one of his pillows and threw it at the back of his head “Eddie!” he turned, looking apologetic “You know just because you’re ignoring me, doesn’t mean I can’t hear you right?” you glare at him.

“I know, I’m sorry, look just one more game and I swear I’m all yours” he sees your unamused impression, knowing he should have just got off when you got here, he was the one to call you over after all.

“Fine, do whatever” you huff flipping over to your stomach so you didn’t have to look at him. He knew it was the wrong choice, but his friends were all calling for him down the mic, so he went back to playing.

You had two options, leave and not speak to him for the rest of the day or give him a reason to get off the game. You weren’t about to leave, not when you had waited all week to see him and spent extra time that morning getting ready just for him, so you’d just have to take matters into your own hands.

You got up and started to undress yourself, stripping down to your underwear, a set you had picked out just for Eddie, you weren’t about to let it go to waste. You crept up behind him, leaning down to place soft kisses to the side of his neck. He let out a small gasp, surprised at the feeling of your lips ghosting over his skin, but let you continue.

You stalked around him so that you were in his peripheral, he took a quick glance, then went back to the game before doing a double take. His eyes scanned your entire body, taking in the time to memorize all your soft curves, lips parted as he practically drooled over you.

He quickly muted himself “Give me two seconds, just to let them know I have to go” he rushes, but you stop him.

“No, it’s okay, keep playing, like you said you can’t just leave your team in the middle of a game, right?” you say, repeating the excuse he had used on you many times.

“But you- your- shit sweetheart you’re killing me” he reaches a hand out to run his fingers over the waistband of the lace underwear.

“Poor you” you tut, no feeling behind it, he had you waiting what felt like hours for him and now he wants to get off “I think you can wait a few minutes and finish your game, go on.”

You encourage him, he’s torn but his team is calling him, wondering why he wasn’t responding. He finally unmutes himself “Yeah, I’m here sorry” and with that he goes back to playing, this time a lot more distracted, stealing quick glances at you.

You however weren’t gonna let him get off that easy. You reach down, toying with the waistband of his sweatpants, he sends you a warning glare, but does nothing to stop you as you dip your hand into his pants. “Shit…” he gasps when you wrap your hand around his base, he was already half hard.

“You gotta be quiet, don’t want anyone hearing you now do we?” you say, smiling down at him. He shook his head and tugged his bottom lip between his teeth to help keep himself quiet, trying to focus on the game and not the feeling of you stroking his cock.

Once you were satisfied with how hard he was, you tugged on his sweatpants, signaling for him to lift his hips which he hesitantly complies to. You climb onto his lap, straddling his hips, his cock only centimeters away from your clothed cunt.

He quickly mutes himself again “What are you doing?” he asks through gritted teeth as you grind down against him.

“What? I’m not doing anything” you say, trying to act dumb as you rock your hips again. Before he can respond he can hear his friends saying they need his help “Go on.”

“You are, you’re trying to kill me” He sighs, unmuting himself again “Where are you?” he goes back to helping his teammates and you go back to grinding against him. He fights to keep his eyes from closing as you line him up with your entrance, his tip catching on it. You brace yourself, trying your best to stay quiet as you sink down on him, a small whimper passing your lips at the stretch as you seat yourself on him.

His head is thrown back as your warm walls wrap around him, squeezing him tight. You start the slow rock of your hips, it was gonna be a lot harder to not make a sound than you thought, the feeling of him pressed against that sweet spot deep inside. Eddie ground his hips up to meet yours making you double over, head resting in the crook of his neck, you covered your mouth with your hand as a quiet moan escaped.

Eddie was wearing a smug grin, your own plan had backfired, he knew you wouldn’t be able to stay composed, not while he was buried to the hilt in your cunt. One of his hands trailed down the plane of your back, coming down to cup the flesh of your ass and thighs, grabbing at anything he could get. You raised your hips and sunk back down meeting his thrusts, you bit down on his shoulder to try and suppress any sounds that threatened to escape.

Eddie was losing it, his teammate’s calls for help long forgotten, his focus now fully on you. The quiet sounds that only he could hear coming from you left him wanting to fuck you senseless. “Eddie, please…” you whined and that was it for him. He removed his headset and shut off the monitor without any explanation to his friends who were left wondering what had happened.

Both of his hands hooking under the backs of your knees “Hold on” being the only warning he gave you before he picked you up. You wrapped your arms around him, both of you still connected as he carried you over to the bed. He threw you down to start stripping himself from all his clothes.

You watched impatiently, thighs rubbing together trying to create some friction to ease the loss of his cock, but it wasn’t long until he was on you again. “You really are insatiable, you know that?” he grins down at you, grabbing himself by the base so he could slide his tip through your folds.

“Please..” you moan weakly as he taps it against your clit.

“Please what?” he knew what you wanted, he just wanted to hear you beg for it. He caught his tip on your entrance, barely pushing into you, then pulling out again. “Come on, weren’t so shy when you were riding me, bet you wanted them to hear you huh? You wanted them to hear how good my cock makes you feel?”

He slid his hands up your body, freeing you from your bra and leaning down to place open mouth kisses on your breasts. He looked up at you as he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, that had you mewling into his touch “Come on baby, tell me what you want.”

“Want you to fuck me, please” you wrapped your legs around his waist, hands in his hair to tug him closer to you.

“Always so sweet for me” he leaned into you, your lips meeting as he guided himself into you. You whined against his lips at the contact, he didn’t waste time before thrusting into you at a fast pace, sliding over that spot only he could hit.

It didn’t take long for you to become a moaning mess. Eddie was the one to break the kiss, sucking and biting at the side of your neck instead so he could listen to all the blissed out sounds you were making. He could tell you needed more though and he would always give you what you needed.

He sat back, grabbing the backs of your legs and pressing your thighs to your stomach. You practically screamed as he started hitting you at a new angle, his pace picking up as he pounded into you.

“Fuck! Please Eddie, f-feels so good” you babbled beneath him, it only made him go faster. Deep groans escaped him, his grip becoming almost painfully tight on the back of your thighs, rings leaving imprints on your doughy flesh.

Eddie was trying not to bust his load just looking at you, the way your jaw was slack letting out the sweetest sounds every time his cock abused your g spot, the way your eyes were struggling to stay open because you wanted to watch him fuck into you. “Holy shit- so fucking wet for me sweetheart, pussy practically crying for me, just needed me to fuck you on my cock didn’t you?” he coos, now buried impossible deep in you, tip kissing your cervix.

You couldn’t even form words to respond, you nod weakly as tears began to form from the amount of pleasure he was giving you. “So fucking pretty when you cry for me, making you feel that good?” he pants, thrusts faltering slightly as he could feel his own release approaching. “Shit, squeezing me so good baby, you close?” he asks, though he could tell you were holding off for him.

It had seemed like forever since you’d last been with Eddie, you didn’t want it to be over so quickly so you’d been holding off as long as you could, but it was becoming impossible, especially when you feel his fingertips over your clit. You jolt at the sudden extra shock of pleasure “Fuck! Y-yes m’close” you reached for something to hold onto, grabbing onto his shoulders.

He used whatever energy he had to keep up his animalistic pace as he fucked you into the mattress, bringing you to the edge. “Come on baby, cum all over my cock” his words only encourage you further as you feel that coil snap and your orgasm wash over you, feeling more like it was crashing down in huge waves of pleasure.

Eddies fingers were fast on your clit as he fucked you through it, feeling you grip down on him so hard, nails scratching his flushed skin, it had him spilling inside you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” he moaned, each word punctuated with the slam of his hips.

The room filled with nothing but your cries, his desperate moans and the lewd wet sounds of sex as you both rid out your highs. You were so fucked out you were seeing stars, your hearing going fuzzy. You feel Eddie collapse on top of you, finally letting go of your aching thighs. His chest heaving, bangs stuck to his forehead, the two of you covered in a sheet of sweat, but you were too far gone to care.

He eased out of you, peppering kisses to your chest, neck and face to bring you around again. “Still with me?” he asks, you could only hum a response back and he smile. He sits up and disappears for a moment, you wait until you feel the bed sink next to you again before finally opening your eyes to look at him.

He was staring down at you, eyes so full of admiration and love. “Here” he hands you a water, you sit against the headboard to take a few sips as he brushes the hair from your face. “Good?” he asks, hand coming down to soothe over your thighs, still trembling with the aftershocks.

“More than good” you smile up at him “Should fuck you in your game chair more often.”

He laughs, “Yeah, you should.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x afab reader #eddie munson smut #modern eddie munson #eddie munson fics #eddie munson request #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things smut #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson stranger things smut #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x gender neutral reader

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angelrollseyes · 2 years

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Eddie: *is carrying all the groceries*

Y/N: *holds out hand to help*

Eddie: *aggressively moves all the groceries to one hand to hold Y/N's hand*

#eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie my beloved #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #stranger things #st4 eddie #imagines

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luveline · 2 years

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needy reader with eddie when he’s been gone all day with a club meeting! pls it’s been on my mind :3

eddie is secretly just as clingy ♡ gn!reader / shy!reader | 1k words

You're lying in Eddie's bed, restless. Sick of staring at his things but too shy to snoop properly for something interesting to do, you wait for him to get back from his club impatiently. You wiggle your toes in your socks and dig them under the bedsheets, curling up in the centre of his bed with a morose pout. You bury your face in his pillows and breathe in the smell of his shampoo, his cologne.

You forget what you're waiting for and end up dozing off, hands wrapped around one of his pillows, the sheets tangled between your legs.

A warm hand clasps your shoulder, massaging gently downwards until he's found your hand. Eddie slides his fingers through yours, the warm bulk of his rings pressing into your skin.

"Hey, sweetheart," he says.

You blink at him through tired eyes and grin when you realise he's home. "You're back," you murmur, rubbing your face into his pillow.

He brings his free hand to your forehead.

"Sorry. Meeting ran over. Bored without me?" he asks knowingly.

You wrinkle your nose at him and sit up. He's quick to help you, a lean arm wrapped behind your shoulders, his hand slowly drifting to the small of your back. You drop your head against his shoulder.

"You want a hug?" he asks.

You nod hurriedly, not wanting to sound clingy but absolutely being it. He makes a pitying sound that's actually quite nice and wraps you up confidently, his hand rubbing down the lengths of your arms, his cheek pressed to your temple.

"I missed you," you croak.

"I missed you," he says fondly. "You want water?"

"No," you lie.

What you want is for him to keep hugging you close like this, the warmth of his body sinking into yours, his thigh crushing your leg. You feel very safe.

"You were gone all day," you say quietly.

It's dark out. The only light in Eddie's room is the weak lamp on the bedside table. It casts his shadow across the rumpled sheets and gives his pale face an orange glow.

You feel bad for being so needy suddenly and go to pull away. He gives you a great last squeeze and let's you go, though he takes one of your hands into both of his and works your fingers with his thumbs.

"You can have me all day tomorrow. Swears," he says. He's giving you a look you don't understand, maybe a hint of longing, a dash of apology. Whatever it is, he's too cool for it, and he clears his throat and nudges your legs with his knee.

"Move over."

"Get changed first," you say.

"Not like it's my bed, or anything," he mutters, though he does as you demand and drops your hand.

You watch him change out of his club shirt and his Levi's. Usually you wouldn't but you've missed him and you want to make him laugh, so when he stands in his boxers and stretches whilst looking for something clean to sleep in, you wolf whistle.

You're not very good. You wipe your spit wet hands against your chest and grin as he turns on his heel, eyebrows raised.

"That wasn't me," you say.

"No?" he asks.

You both laugh and as soon as he's pulled a pair of plaid bottoms on he's crawling up the bed towards you on knees, pausing before your lap. He kneels. Shirtless.

You raise your hand to the tattoo on his chest and draw a circle around it, following lines of dark ink diligently.

"I love your tattoos," you say.

He already knows but he smiles wolfishly and presses his hand overtop yours, two palms over his heart.

"Thanks."

"I'm serious. They're nice. They look good on you."

"I didn't think you weren't. I can tell what mood you're in," he says, first kindly and then with a charged smugness.

"What mood am I in?" you ask, trying not to show the effect he has on you.

"What mood?" he repeats dryly.

His smirk is troublesome but extremely endearing.

He guides the hand he holds to his chest over the curve of his shoulder. You follow suit and put your other shoulder behind his back, unsurprised when he takes your waist into his hand and drags you towards him. You climb onto his lap, thighs spread, hands closing around his neck.

He strokes your back. His hand moves up and down, your shirt moves with it, and he takes it as an opportunity to slide his hand beneath the soft fabric and spread his fingers across your skin.

"What mood?" he asks again, voice low and smooth.

You hide your face in the juncture of his neck, forearms braces at his nape. "Stop, Eddie."

"Stop what?" he asks.

You slide up his lap. "You know what."

"Don't act like this isn't exactly what you wanted," he says, though he says it with less heat than he'd spoken with before. "I'm just messing with you, sweet thing."

The pet name makes you smile. He must feel it on his skin. "Better now?"

You nod into his neck. "I miss you when you're gone all day."

There's a small gap where the only sound is his hand rubbing your back. He digs his fingers into the dip of your spine and rubs soothing little circles there that have you sighing out.

"I miss you too. Already told you that. You should come with me next time."

"I will," you say, though you probably won't.

He noses at your head until you drop your cheek to his shoulder and plants a smattering of tiny kisses on and behind your ear. "Don't believe you," he whispers.

He really shouldn't. You hug him closer and revel in his small affections, content to sit in his lap all night. Knowing Eddie, he might let you.

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