#eddiemunson x reader

[chrrywavs]

Pink Mascara

*ੈ✩‧₊˚𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: your studying with your boyfriend Eddie, when his curious eyes land on something hidden deep inside your closet.

ੈ✩‧₊˚𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: 18+ MINORS DNI! some spit play, anal play kinda but not really, degrading, edging, overstimulation, mentions of a corruption kink, oral sex fem receiving.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: naive/inexperienced fem reader x Eddie Munson.

╔══ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ══╗

“Okay let’s test each other.” You crawled across from him.

Eddie groaned. “No” He threw himself backwards onto your bed.

“C’mon Eddie!” You whined climbing over and straddling him.

“No princess,” he sighed covering his face with his hands. “I’m tired and bored, let’s do something else.” He mumbled into his hands.

You giggled moving his hands from his face and gently pinning them over his head. “Like what?” You smiled down at him.

“Literally anything else.” He sighed. Staring back up into your soft round eyes. “We could make out?”

You hummed, pretending to think before quickly lowering yourself and leaving a small quick peck on his lips. “Maybe later, I need to keep studying.”

Eddie groaned at the lack of touch. “(Y/n) your killing me!” He threw his hands into the air. You laughed crawling off him and picking up where you left off.

Eddie stared at your ceiling fan watching as it went round and round making him dizzy, And then he saw it, something bright and pink out the corner of his eye hidden beneath a pile of clothes. He turned his head towards it, the color peeking his interest. “What’s that?” He asked slowly rising from your bed.

“What’s what?” You mumbled through the pencil in your mouth as you continued to read your notes, paying no mind to him whatsoever.

“That, pink thing…” he said bending down to retrieve it.

You scrunched your face, looking up from the notebook you had your nose buried in for the last couple of hours. “EDDIE-“ you gasped with wide eyes watching him play with the object in his hand. Your face flushed a bright red full of embarrassment. If you could crawl into the deepest darkest hole and die, you would.

Eddie laughed throwing his head back. “(Y/n), this is amazing!” He bent over clutching his stomach in a fit of laughter.

“I-I- I don’t even-“ you struggled to form words. You couldn’t even come up with a lie on the spot, to mortified with the thought that your boyfriend of six months whom you’ve only just kiss found your pink dildo.

“God (y/n), I knew you were a freak but I didn’t know you were this freaky.” He teased shaking the rubber and watching it recoil against the movement.

Tears brimmed your eyes as you fought the urge to cry. Eddie took notice quickly lowering the object and walking towards you. “No, no, I’m sorry princess, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.” He scooped you up into his arms, stroking your hair. “I was just joking.” He sighed mentally slapping himself. “It’s nothing to be ashamed about…I-I do it too.” He mumbled the last bit.

You looked up at him blinking away the tears. “You…do?” You asked with a small sniffle.

Eddie nodded his head. “Yeah…not with that though.” He chuckled, a small smile formed at your lips. “Just with these.” He held his hand up with an open palm.

You smiled taking his hand into yours and tangling your fingers with his. you nuzzled your head deep into his chest, taking in a deep breath with his usual aroma of cigarettes and cologne filling your nose, before sighing with relief. You were happy that he hadn’t judged you like you thought he would’ve, how idiotic of you to have thought.

Your mind wandered and the image of Eddie gripping his cock in his hand crept into your mind. You squirmed on his lap, Eddie took notice, rubbing his hand up and down the small of your back. “You okay?” He murmured, kissing your hair.

You played with his fingers. “What do you…” you stopped to think, feeling a bit awkward with the phrasing of your question. “what do you think about?” Your voice was meek, as you drew small circle on his hand.

It caught Eddie off guard. He hadn’t expected such a question from you. “Uhh..” he stopped to think. “I think about…I think about you, princess.” He sighed.

You smiled, happy with his response. “Yeah but…what am I doing…for you?” You whispered looking up at him with your soft doe eyes. He smirked to himself, his cock twitching in his pants at the improper thoughts you had hidden behind your innocent gaze.

“I think about you on your knees…with your pretty pink tongue sticking out waiting for me cum all over it.” He cooed playing with your hair. “I think about you jumping on my cock, so desperate to get yourself off while your tits bounce over my face.” Your face flushed as You clenched your thighs easing the fuzzy feeling between your legs.

Eddie felt you shift on his lap, your ass moving against his cock. He looked down at you cupping your jaw and tilting your head to meet his gaze. “I think about stretching out your tight virgin pussy and fucking you till your all dumb.” You felt your heart rate quicken. the embarrassment you’d felt just moments ago was replaced with the familiar feeling of arousal.

Eddie slowly trailed his hand down from your jaw past your neck. “Do you wanna tell me what you think about?” His whisper was raspy and you shivered as his warm breath rolled down your bare neck. His hand lowered past your stomach laying flat against the pudge, you frowned hoping he’d go lower.

You nodded with a small sigh. “Then tell me.” He said bunching up the fabric of your white skirt. You rolled your head back against his hard chest, expecting him to finally touch you. “Better yet…” he thought. “I think my princess wants to show me, isn’t that right?”

You bit your lip, to shy to admit to the truth, but Eddie could tell, he always knew exactly what you wanted. “C’mon princess, then show me.”

༺✯༻

You sat at the far edge of your bed, back pressed against the cold headboard with your legs spread as far as they could. Eddie sat in front of you admiring your bare glistening cunt as he rubbed himself through his pants easing the burning feeling.

“Ready?” He asked through a heavy breath. You nodded your head, adjusting your hips so that they’d be a bit farther out then the rest of you.

You squirmed feeling extremely exposed compared to Eddie. He still had his jeans and Mötley Crüe shirt on, fully dressed right in front of you staring you down like a madman thirsty for blood. The only thing that kept some of your dignity was the thin white shirt you had, but even that still left you a little exposed as the thin cotton outlined your breast.

Eddie inched closer towards you, rubbing his warm hand up and down over your inner thigh. “I’m gonna work up to it okay, princess? Don’t wanna hurt you now do we?” You nodded with a small gulp as his hand inched closer, down to your aching cunt painfully slow. He cupped his hand over the small mound, kissing along the inside your thigh. He left wet kisses in a trail, going back to nibble at them till he was content, all the while his fingers teased up and down your slit, never pushing through.

You whined, jerking your hips towards him, hoping to gain any kind of friction. “Stop it (y/n).” He tsk. “we’ll get there just be patient, Can you do that for me? Can you be a good girl and sit patiently while I play with you and get you all nice a wet?” You nodded with a small whine.

Eddie continued with his small little kisses this time moving to your other thigh. He bit and sucked on the skin, letting out small groans, absolutely loving the way he marked you up. Eddie was always so possessive over you, especially more when you two started going out. He’ll always have a hand wrapped around your waist so that everyone would know your his, and anytime he’d catch someone staring for too long he’d pull you into a deep kiss, slipping his tongue deep into your mouth. You didn’t mind it, in fact you loved how protective he is, and obviously Eddie would jump at any opportunity to mark you up as much as he could, still respecting your wishes to keep it hidden from your parents.

Eddie leaned back admiring his work, “you should be happy your dating an artist babe.” He snickered looking up at you. “I’m like fucking Picasso or whatever the hell his name is.” He smirked as he inched back forward his mouth hovering just a couple inches above your heat. He parted your sticky folds, spitting down onto your pussy. The warm liquid dribbled down your cunt making you let out a small shaky sigh. He smiled a devilish smirk, before taking the tip of his middle finger and dipping down to collect the spit that puddled, smearing it even more over your little cunt. You lolled your head back against your headboard, a small moan coming from your mouth at his warm touch. But still it wasn’t enough.

His eyes were shamelessly glued to the spot between your legs, teasingly sliding his fingers up and down your wet fold playing with the mixture of his spit and your juices. The lewd sounds coming from your dripping cunt only made you crave him more. “Do you hear that baby? You hear how wet you are for me?” You nodded watching him with heavy breaths while biting your lip.

You let out a small whine, flinching each time he’d lightly swipe his finger over your desperate clit. He’d lower his fingers, just barely dipping into your hole, threatening to break through the tension with his fingers, only to bring it back up and flick the little nub again. He did that over and over giving you just enough friction to work you up but not enough to help you finish.

“So pretty (y/n),” he cooed, reaching his free hand to cup your cheek. You leaned into the warmth of his hand looking up at him with your big round eyes making him absolutely insane for you. “Bet you’d taste as sweet as you are, princess.” He murmured.

You smiled up at him batting your thick lashes. “Why don’t you find out.” You purred with a strange wave of confidence. You Trailed your hand into his shirt, feeling his soft skin clenched under your touch.

“Yeah? Is that what my princess wants? For me to taste her deliciously sweet cunt?” He cooed dipping his thumb past your lips. You nodded your head, swirling and sucking your tongue against his salty skin. “Look at you sucking my thumb so good, bet you’d like my cock stuffed in your mouth wouldn’t you baby?”

You nodded you head frantically, the thought of Eddie using your mouth for his own pleasure made you dizzy. Eddie chuckled “another time princess, tonight’s all about you.” He pulled his thumb out from your mouth and you released it with a pop and small whine following after.

Eddie lowered himself till he was leveled with your weeping cunt. You watched with curious eyes and he took a long lick pressing his tongue flat against your pussy. You moaned embarrassingly loud. “Shh (y/n), we don’t want to alert your parents now do we?” He teased his warm breath hitting your wet cunt. “You know how much your dad loves me.” He said sarcastically.

“S-sorry.” You whispered. Eddie looked up at you through his bangs with a sly smirk before latching his tounge onto your Clit. You gasped slapping a hand over your mouth to conceal the moans that threatened to escape. Eddie groaned at your taste, lapping his tongue against the small nub. “Oh my god, Eddie god-” you gasped tangling your fingers into his messy hair, the stinging of his scalp only egged him on more.

He slid two fingers into you, pumping them in and out to match his pace. “Eddie!” You cried as you felt his fingers rubbing along the spongey spot that made you feel woozy. You threw your head back, skull cracking against your headboard as you gave in, hips rolling against his face at the best of your ability, using his hair to keep you stable. Eddie chuckled against you adding one more finger into the hole as he felt you clench down against him, all while he was sucking and swirling his tongue around your clit.

You were close and he knew, but he wasn’t gonna let you finish, not yet, not until you were begging him with red cheeks, teary eyes, and slurred words. You were his toy, you were his prize and he was gonna make it worthwhile. Eddie shook his head against you sucking your folds into his mouth as his tongue lathered all over them, you whined arching your back towards him pulling him in closer.

“Eddie…Eddie…I’m gonna cum -oh my- I’m gonna cum!” You screamed not caring if your parents would hear. Your walls fluttered around his thick fingers, and Just before you could melt into full bliss Eddie pulled away. “No, Eddie please!” You whined with a pout grabbing his hand and pulling it back towards your aching cunt.

Eddie pulled his hand away and gathered both of yours pinning them over your head in one smooth motion. “Be. Patient.” He warned his dark eyes piercing through your soul. He took his glistening fingers and shoved them into your mouth to suck on, and you gladly did moaning at your taste. “Look at you, so needy, so perfect, and all for me.” You nodded your head small whimpers escaping you as you swirled your tongue all over Eddie’s fingers. He slowly pulled them out a line of spit connecting towards your lip.

He brought his fingers back down to your cunt sliding them up and down between your folds. “Im gonna have to tie your hands up, can’t have you acting like a brat without any punishment now can we?” He taunted.

“No Eddie please-” You whimpered sounding so pathetic but you didn’t care. “I’ll be good I promise, give me one more chance.” You begged tears brimming your eyes.

“Look at you, being so greedy.” He tsk looking down at your hips still jerking against his fingers for more friction. Your cheeks burned a bright red, embarrassed that you hadn’t even realized you were doing it. “Wait, no please-“ you cried.

“My dirty girl wants it so bad, so bad she’s misbehaving.” He growled pulling his shirt from over his head. “Let me show you what misbehaving little girls get.” He gathering your hands tying them together against the headboard of your bed. as he reached for the pink dildo on your night stand. “Spit on it.” He demanded. You did before taking the rubber into your mouth and bobbing your head up and down against it to the best of your ability. You gagged as Eddie shoved it deeper into your mouth. Spit dribbling down your chin as the tip of the makeshift dick hit the back of your throat.

Eddie smiled pleased with the tears spilling from your eyes. You moaned against the rubber imagining that it were Eddie’s dick you were chocking on. His finger drew tight circles on your clit the sensation sending shivers down your spine. “Look at you, what a filthy girl you are princess.” He growled looking at the pool beneath you that stained your pink floral covers. You whimpered nodding your head. His filthy words only making your skin hotter. “And here I thought you were just so naive and innocent, but your just a naughty girl hiding behind that facade aren’t you? A greedy little slut waiting to be freed hm?” He growled.

You nodded your head to the best of its ability moaning as your throat contracted around the pink dick. Eddie pushed two fingers back inside of you, pumping in and out matching the same pace as the dildo that slammed into your mouth. You cried arching your back towards him. He chuckled pulling the dick out from your mouth as you gasped for air. Your mascara running down your cheeks, swollen pink lips and spit trickling down your neck. You were filthy, you felt filthy, and you absolutely loved it. Being used by Eddie was something you’d always imagined as you touched yourself late at night. And now it’s become your reality.

Your cheeks flushed as you fought against the ties Eddie had around your wrist. You wanted to reach out towards him, grip his hair and let your fingers roam around his bare torso. You wanted to reach out and trace delicate circle all over his ink, down to his pelvis, then down to his bulging cock, which you could clearly see even through the black jeans he wore. “Eddie please.” You whined lolling your head to its side. You could barely keep your eyes open, everything was just to much.

Eddie tsk, “my princess needs to cum doesn’t she?” He cooed, his fingers repeatedly slamming into your g-spot. You cried spreading your legs farther apart. “Yes! -Oh my god- yes Eddie please!” Tears rolled down your cheeks as you rolled your hips against his fingers. Your pussy clenched around him being so close to melting into full bliss. Eddie pulled his fingers out, a loud squelch echoed in the room. “ Eddie n-OH!“ you yelped as he shoved the pink dildo inside of your hole, not missing a beat and keeping the same pace as before.

“Oh my god Eddie! Yes! Feels so good!” You cried. Eddie palmed himself with his free hand as he watched the dildo spilt you open. Your eyes rolled back as he slammed the dildo into you, the pink tip rubbing against the spongey spot inside of you repeatedly.

He trailed his free hand up your soft stomach into your thin shirt and took hold of your bouncing tit, squeezing the mound into his hand as he fingers tugged on your nipple. You bit your lip staring into his dark eyes, finding salvation in them. “So-good.” You breathed out feeling your stomach clench.

“Gonna- oh Ed’s…need to cum.” every word you said came out in small little breaths with each thrust of rubber dick.

“Not yet princess.” He growled over the wet sound of your pussy and small whimpers escaping your gaped mouth. “Your okay princess, just breath for me baby.” He cooed his hand moving down to your clit. You threw your head back, crashing it against your headboard as He rubbed fast circles onto the small nub. “Please Eddie please!” You cried. Everything feeling to much to handle.

Eddie smiled to himself, feeling exceptionally generous all due to your small pleads and the little noises that escaped your throat. “Go ahead, cum for me princess.” He cooed. the knot in your stomach unraveled as everything went blank and was replaced with ecstasy. Your body shuddered, hips stuttering as your orgasm washed over you.

“Shit princess.” Eddie gasped watching as your pussy gushed all over his pants. Tears rolled down your cheeks, a mixture of pleasure and relief with a little bit of pain as you came down from your high.

You squirmed away from Eddie’s touch and he tuts, sliding the pink cock between your folds and teasing at your asshole as he was still vigorously rubbing his fingers on your sensitive clit. “Eddie i-“ you gasped jerking your hips. Eddie still not having slowed down, smiled at your feeble attempts to squirm away. “You looked so beautiful when you came.” He cooed. “So goddamn beautiful princess.” Your legs trembled as slowed his pace coming to a stop. He kissed your trembling knee before standing from the bed and unzipping his jeans. “Think you can give me another? but this time while your under me?” He dropped his pants, jeans and boxers pooling at his ankles. his hard cock sprung out from its shackles all angry and red.

╚══ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ══╝

#80s #eddie munson #eddie munson comfort #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x female reader #eddiemunson x reader #perv!eddie #stranger things #eddie munson blurb #eddie x you #smut #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #joseph quinn #joseph quinn smut

[diaryofaprettyprincess]

Eddie has a corruption kink change my mind

he literally does.

--

CW: unprotected sex, corruption kink, creamp!e, rougher sex, dom!eddie munson and sub!fem!reader, innocent!reader, talk of virginity (even though it is a social construct)

⋆·˚ ༘ *

he first sees you with your pigtails, pleated skirts (that are almost too short to not be innocent), high knee socks and mary janes, walking around school, your glasses perched on your nose.

all he can think about is you, you, you. all day and night and every day and night. at first you are shy to his advances, giggling nervously when he leans against your locker and flirts with you; his eyes hooded from the weed he smoked before school to calm his nerves. then, once he gets more comfortable with talking to you and his mind clouds with a lust for you, he no longer needs to smoke and flirts without being high. every morning you hear the chains on his pants and leather jacket jingling along with the heavy thumping of his combat boots on the ground; your stomach twisting with knots..

but when he finally has you, he doesnt hold back. because you're a virgin (or have only had sex about one time), he takes it slow with you; making love to you all night.

but by the third go-round he lets all of his thoughts fly.

he's pounding his cock into you from behind, your back arched against his; eddie's hand cupping your chin harshly as you drool on his shiny rings. his other hand/arm is wrapped around your waist, then you hip, then roughly squeezing and playing with your nipples and chest.

small, "uh's" sound from your mouth as your wetness creates a ring around the base of his cock, his hand turning your head to the side roughly as you both messily (like messily) lick each other's tongues and mouths, your eyebrows furrowed as eddie's cock hits a spot inside of you that you thought never even existed.

"my little cock-drunk, baby," he grunts, squeezing your cheeks together to force you to pucker your lips. he kisses your bitten ones with his soft ones gingerly. "so innocent when i met you, with your little pig-tails and those short fucking skirts.. now look at you;" he turns you head to look into his mirror, your glossy lips red and swollen from his biting and yours. his skin slaps against yours, and you try to find a place to put your hands. his rings will surely create an indent on your soft skin by the time the two of you are finished. your pigtails are messier than they were before, but the sight makes you blush..it feels so dirty but so good. you never want to stop. he kisses your neck as he watches you fuck yourself on his cock in the mirror.

whispering in your ear he says, "say what i taught you, sweetheart."

you whimper, wriggling a little in his grasp before he holds you more firm. he slows his thrusts and you let out a small sob.

"'m a p-pretty little princess," you muster out quietly, your voice a little scratchy from the moaning. you look at the dark bruises forming your neck and chest from eddie's sucking.

he holds your neck to make you look right in your own eyes in the mirror. "again. unless you don't wanna cum." he looks at you in the mirror expectantly. God, he's so pretty your tummy flutters.

"i- 'm a pretty little princess," you say again more confidently this time, and you actually feel pretty; what with eddie's marks on you.

"and who's pretty little princess are you?" he asks again, his thrusts have stopped for a couple seconds now, and you whine again before he cups your chin with his pointer, middle finger, and thumb. "i said, who's pretty little princess are you?"

"'i-'m your pretty little princess; 'm yours," you sniffle, and he nods smiling softly.

"see, wasn't that hard!" he enthuses, his chocolate eyes look into yours as you whine, clenching harshly around him as he starts fucking you harder than before; causing him to moan loudly, his guitar-pick necklace bouncing slightly on his chest.

"fuck, baby, you're fuckin' strangling me," his hips don't let up as you lean your head back on his chest, pouting and making him kiss you again, your breath caught in your throat. "my dirty little girl."

you shiver and moan loudly (close to a scream) as you finish on his cock, your cream coating him entirely as he rubs your clit to make your juices squirt on his pelvis. "good girl, baby. such a good girl."

he finishes inside of you, using your hips for his own pleasure as you slump down on the bed, babbling softly.

once he's done he kisses up your back and to your neck, sucking another dark spot there before whispering softly, "you did such a good job, baby.. such a good job."

--

hehehe anywayyy

#eddie munson #stranger things 4 #st4 #eddiemunson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x innocent!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x bimbo!reader #eddie munson x nerdy!reader #eddie munson x innocent!fem!reader #eddie munson x innocent!reader smut

[bettyfrommars]

Ok idk if this will spark inspiration but fluff, playing fetch with wereworlf!eddie? 🐺 😭 OR something smutty with werewolf Eddie 😏 and he’s chasing you down

This is not at all what you were thinking, I know 🙃 but this is what came to mind, and I couldn't stop.

wolfman!Eddie x Reader

18+ONLY, it's 1959, mention of cultural bias and norms for the time, sexual tension, mature themes, no mention of she/her or y/n for reader, blood, hints to being cut with glass, reader puts up a tiny bit of chase, mention of the Frankenstein family, hints to future smut, but none in this (I might do more with this Wolfman as it gets closer to fall). wc: 2.2k

A/N: this was a quick write I had fun with last night. Please forgive any typos. Love you, thank you for the creative requests and for reading!

Working the reception desk at a fancy hotel in the city had you fielding all sorts of strange requests over the years, but when Mr. Munson checked in, it was different.  

First of all, you were attracted to him which made you turn into an awkward mess.  You spilled your coffee on the ledger—had to clean that up—and then you asked him to spell his name twice, even though there were only a couple letters.  He was patient though, and charming in a mysterious way.  It’s 1959 and his suit is tailored, dark hair pulled back in a knot at the base of his neck under a gray fedora, and he wears a silver skull ring on his pinky.  It was rare to see a man with long hair in your time, in your circles, and so you stared at him a little longer than you should have.  

“Is this all I need?” He lifted the key by the metal fob and his eyebrow up to break you from your trance.

Flustered, you tried to remember which planet you were on.  “Yes, sorry, you have full amenities in your suite, living room, king bed, a 16-inch TV.  Complimentary breakfast starts at 6 AM in the dining room—”

“I have a favor to ask,” he stopped you, trying to be as polite as possible. 

He leaned in close, over the desk, and you check to the side to see that your co-worker, Janet, is busy with another guest.  

“Can you,” he glanced down at your mouth and then back to your eyes again.  “Would it be too much trouble for you to lock me in my room tonight? From the outside?”

Your first thought is, “I would do anything for you, Mr. Munson,” but then you wonder why he is asking you this, and the implication of what being locked in his room means.

Your mouth stuttered like a fish for a few moments, and then he continued.  “The moon is full tonight, you see, and I—-” he looked around again, straightening his shoulders, licking his full lips.  “If you could come around at 7:00 and lock me in, and then unlock it around the same time in the morning, I’d be much obliged to you.”

“Of course,” you finally answer, taking his key as he passes it back to you.  Your fingers grazed and you could feel the heat that radiated off of him.  “I’ll take care of you, I mean, I’ll take care of it, I’ll make sure you’re locked in until the morning.”

He adjusted his fedora, fixing a crooked smile on you.  “Have a good night,” he said, and then he winked, picking up his suitcase before turning to head down the hall to the elevators.  

You watched the clock as you checked in other guests early that evening, and when it was time, you made your way up to the 12th floor to lock Mr. Munson in his room, just as he’d requested.  There was a food tray in the hall next to his door, letting you know that he’d ordered room service.  You hesitated for a second at the door, leaning in to press your ear to the cool wood, to see if you could hear any signs of distress. The only noise that came was the low laughter of a comedy show on the TV.  You put the big key in the lock and turned it, and it made a loud metal on metal clanking noise.  You rapped your knuckle a few times softly, “all secure for the night, Mr. Munson.  Sleep well.”

Inside the room, Eddie was yanking his tie off, removing his cufflinks, and unbuttoning his shirt, staring out the window up at the gathering gloom when he heard the door lock.  He held his breath while he waited for what you would say, his head turned to one side, heartbeat strong in his neck, and then he exhaled, ready to wait out the rest of the nightmare with staunch resolve.

An hour later, a huge fruit basket decked out with cheeses and an expensive bottle of wine showed up for Mr. Munson.  A courier set it down in front of Janet at the opposite end of the counter while you were working on something else.  You heard the courier say Mr. Munson’s name, and then you watched Janet pick up the basket with both hands and head off toward the elevators.

“Where are you going with that?” You called after her, smiling your forgiveness to the other guests nearby.  You came out from around the desk and met her in the middle of the reception area.  

Janet was young and she looked very nervous, eyes wide as if she were about to be scolded.  “This came-came for M-M-Mister Munson and I was just taking it up to his—”

“Mr. Munson asked not to be disturbed this evening,” you told her.  “I’ll take it.  You check-in the Parson family, please.”

Janet handed the heavy wicker basket full of crinkly cellophane over to you without argument, and you stood there for a few beats, trying to plan your move. Finally, alone in the service elevator, curiosity got the better of you, and you decided to read the card inside the small envelope:

Dearest Edward,

I’m so please you’ve made the journey, especially under

the circumstances.  Excited to talk with you about what

I’ve been working on when we meet for lunch tomorrow.

Sincerely,

Lawrence Frankenstein 

A shiver ran down your spine.  Lawrence was the great great grandson of Victor Frankenstein, the one famous for reanimating dead tissue and reviving the first Monster. He was in town that week offering guest lectures at the university.  You slipped the card back in the envelope and tucked it back where it had been between the wine bottle and the banana.  

From experience, you knew that the courier was guilty of being late with the basket.  It should’ve been in Mr. Munson’s room by the time he checked in.  You decided you would knock and let him know about it, just in case it was something he had been expecting.

When the elevator dinged and you stepped into the hallway of his floor, you heard a crash, like a glass breaking, and your ears followed the sound, pointing you in the direction of Mr. Munson’s room.  With tension in your face, you stumbled to hold the basket in one arm while you found your skeleton key.  

In front of his door, you heard a strangled cry, as if someone were choking, and you strained to listen.  There came the sigh of heavy, labored breathing, and then something that sounded like a shoe hit the door with force, making you jump back, almost fumbling the basket.  

A bit of fear lodged in your throat, but you cleared it, and squared your shoulders.  You rapped on the door a few times, “Mr. Munson? I’m sorry if it’s a bad time, but a basket came for you.  I wouldn’t have bothered you, but it should’ve been here hours ago, and so I wanted to—-”

The other side of the door became eerily silent.  

You continued.  “I know you requested not to be disturbed, but I don’t want to leave this out in the hall where someone can take it, so here’s what I’m going to do—-” you waited for some type of acknowledgement, but nothing came, not even the sound of footsteps.  “---I’m going to open the door just enough to slide it in, and then lock you up again, okay? We don’t even have to see each other.”

Nothing, not a peep.

You closed your eyes and counted to three in your head, and then clicked open the lock and turned the knob with a creak.  You set the basket on the floor, about to push it in with your foot, when you glanced up to see the bathroom door was open.  The vanity mirror was shattered, and blood dripped down from the broken shards into the sink, as if it had been broken with a body part.  

Your heart raced, fearing for his safety, and before you could stop yourself, you were pushing the door open to step all the way in, knocking the basket over.  “Mr. Munson, are you okay? Do you need me to call the—-”

On your way to the bathroom, you heard the door shut behind you.

You turned, about to say his name again, but then what you saw made you shriek and stumble back, hand flying up to cover your mouth, the key plopping to the carpet. 

Mr. Munson stood in front of the closed door now, blocking your exit, but he was no longer the man you remembered.  He wore his shirt unbuttoned and untucked, suspenders hanging down the sides of his trousers, and his dark hair fell long over his shoulders, messy and wild.  His once chocolate brown eyes seemed to glow gold, pointed incisors jutted down into his bottom lip, and his body was covered in….

Hair? Fur? It covered his exposed skin almost entirely; down his hands that now had pointed claws for nails, and up his belly and chest to his neck, along his cheeks.  You noticed that his feet were bare, and they were also furry with the tips of slightly curled, pointed claws.

His chest went up and down as he heaved, gold eyes narrowing on you.  “You should’ve never come back here,” he growled, sweat glistening on his brow.  “I didn’t want you to see me like this.”  His eyes clenched shut, as if in a grimace of pain, and his head dropped back against the door.

Your brain lost all function for a moment and a few noises came out of your mouth, but no words.  A few drops of blood dripped to the cream carpet at his feet from the knuckles of his right hand.  You looked around at the broken vase shattered on the ground, and the way one of the sofa cushions had been ripped to shreds, and you gulped, realizing he would probably kill you.  Especially now that you knew what he was.

In a split second, you remembered the adjoining door in his bedroom that led out to the emergency exit.  It was locked to the guests, but you could open it with your key, and if you could manage to get over there before he—-

You took your chance, dropping down to grab the key, and then bolting for the other room.  Eddie followed, matching your movements. You were hyperventilating, trying to aim the key in the hole for the emergency door when he snarled and bound across the bed on all fours like a feral beast, breaching the distance in no more than a second.  

He dropped down next to you in a crouch, and then rose to full height, a low growl purring deep in his chest.  He had both of your wrists pinned against the wall above your head before you knew what was happening.  He bared his teeth, dripping with a string of saliva, his pupils pinned, searching your face.

“I can’t be trusted right now, like this,” he hissed, swallowing.  “With you.”

There was no mistaking your arousal, but then there was also a fight going on inside, a voice saying you absolutely should not like this.

“I won’t tell anyone that I know about you,” you promised.  “It will be our secret.”

Eddie shifted so that he was holding both of your wrists together with one hand while the other came down, one claw dragging gently across your cheek and neck.   You noticed that his pupils began to open, pooling black within the gold irises.  

“Do you want me to let you go?” He shifted his head back to look at you, running the tip of his tongue along one of his teeth, desire blooming in every pore, setting his hairs on end.  

“No, not really,” you mewed, exhilarated but also afraid of your desire. 

Eddie lowered his head, running his nose and his mouth against the side of your face and your neck, inhaling long sniffs, taking in your scent, making animalistic noises.  Your eyelids fluttered at the way his tongue darted out to taste your skin a few times, at the feel of the fur on his cheek that brushed soft at your jaw.

He let your arms go and you brought your hands to his shoulders, slipping them inside his shirt to rest on the sides of his neck, pinching the hair between your fingers, finding his gaze again. “Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Munson?”

“You can call me Eddie,” he scratched his claws along your jaw, thumb crossing down your mouth to pull your lips apart.  “And you can let me taste you.”

His eyes glowed like someone lit a fire behind them, and outside, somewhere nearby in the moonlit night, a wolf howled.

#wolfman!Eddie #Eddiemunson #Eddie Munson fic #monsters #monster!Eddie #Universal Monsters #requests #Eddie request #eddiemunson x reader #eddie munson oneshot #monsterfucker

[r-anela]

Eddie finds you drunk, sitting on the sidewalk

summary: Eddie finds you drunk on the curb and takes care of you 

pairing: fem!reader x Eddie Munson  

word cound: 1,8k

warning: Alcohol, drunkenness, drug dealing, sexual harassment (Do not drink underage and always responsibly)

This is a story from the point of view of Eddie and yourself, Eddie's point of view is always written in italic

Likes, comments and reblogs are always highly appreciated.

GIF is from @beskarrd​

Your head is heavy, everything feels like it's packed in cotton batting, the floor is swaying, and you just want to sit down. You stumble into the night onto the porch and down the stairs. Your bare feet touch the cold, wet grass and you just keep walking, not even thinking where your shoes have gone.

As you walk through the front yard you notice your body getting heavier and heavier, everything is blurry, so you sit down on the curb and put your head in your hands. All you wanted to do was sleep, you were so unbearably tired.

How he hated these kinds of parties, the entire high school elite gathered and invited all the girls that could somehow be persuaded to attend. Whether out of genuine interest or just to be part of it, almost everyone showed up.These parties served only one purpose, to get wasted with alcohol and drugs and afterwards to take a girl to bed with them, who might not even know it the next day. Although he was earning the most money with this kind of parties, it also went against the grain. He leaned against the back wall in the living room, where the light no longer shined and he kept an overview of the party. The metal lunch box stood between his feet on the floor.

He liked to watch the people, because in this state they didn't care if he was here or not, he wasn't Eddie the Freak anymore, he was just a person standing there in the corner or for some still the drug dealer. He had dressed as so often for this kind of parties, inconspicuous, a black hooded sweater and dark jeans, not as usual the jeans vest and leather jacket. 

Alone from the air in the room you could get drunk, it reeked of alcohol and sweating people. On the sofa sat a smooching couple, where he was sure that they had come to the party with other panthers earlier. Next to them laid an unconscious boy, he think his name was Chance, he belonged to Jason's squad. He decided that the operation was done for today, no one had bought from him for over two hours, so Eddie went into the kitchen to get himself a drink and then disappear. He looked to see if there were still sealed bottles in the fridge, the ones on the counter he didn't trust. With a Coke in his hand, he was about to head home when he saw a girl who looked familiar, he had seen her several times at Family Video, she was a friend of Robin and Steve and often walked around the school with her copy of the Hobbit. He had thought she was different, not like the other high school girls who get drunk at every party. But something struck him as odd, she had no shoes on and was walking towards the front door. He decided to follow her discreetly, he didn't want anything to happen to her.

You had just dozed off when you heard footsteps behind you, you just hoped it wasn't Andy, you didn't want to relive what had just happened. But you were too tired, your head was too heavy and everything was spinning, you didn't want to look up.

The person walked past you, put something on the floor that rattled metallically, and then squatted down in front of you. You lift your head slightly, as far as it goes without immediately feeling like throwing up again. You had just puked on Andy after he tried to kiss you and pull you into the bedroom. You looked into chocolate brown eyes that were focused on you with concern, in front of you sat Eddie Munson, the school freak and D&D Dungen Master from the Hellfire Club.

He had his head slightly tilted and his curls were in his face, his beautiful eyes fixed on you. You knew Eddie, as everyone here knew him, but you also knew him from Robin and Steve, he was apparently a very nice person, but you had never spoken to him. Now he sat in front of you and looked at you worriedly. Why necessarily now, why necessarily in such a way, you did not want that he gets to know you in such a fashion.

You knew from Robin that he was an absolute Lord of the Rings fan and you actually wanted to befriend him about that. Not sitting drunk on a curb, in a dress too short, without shoes in the middle of the night, looking into his chocolate brown eyes that radiated so much pain.

As he crouched in front of her, she slowly raised her head, looking at him with a painful, uncertain expression on her face. She looked so vulnerable as she sat there. "Hey, are you okay? Where are your shoes and aren't you cold?" What a stupid question, she was sitting on the curb in a skimpy, black, silky shiny dress, of course she is cold you complete idiot. 

He immediately regretted his statement and ran his hand through his curls uncertainly. But when she answered him she sounded friendly, very drunk, but also very friendly. "Very tired- drank way too much- Andy- kissing- what an ass- wanted to take me with him- threw up- lost shoes- tired" she slurred into her hand she was leaning into. Andy the bastard wanted to make her sleep with him, he would probably have to go in again and punch him in the face. He wouldn't know who done it tomorrow anyway. The anger that boiled up in him tasted sour in his mouth, but now he had to take care of you. He had made it his business to get you home safely, or wherever else you wanted to go. "Can I take you home? Do not worry I will not hurt you"

At this statement from him you had to grin broadly, of course you knew that Eddie would never hurt you, not like Andy or one of the other jerks there at the party. You tried to gather all your strength to come up with an answer that was understandable, "Sure Eddie, can I stay with you, parents strict, they think I'll spend the night at Clara's".

She wanted to stay with him? With him Eddie Munson, the school freak that everyone hated?He took her by the arm and pulled her up, with a questioning look on his face, "Eddie, I know you're a nice guy - it's all good" she pressed out. She must have interpreted his expression correctly.

You fell into Eddie's arms, your legs no longer holding you up properly. With your head against his chest you could feel his fast heartbeat, he smelled of musk, pine needles and cannabis. He held you tightly in his arms and pressed you against him, as if he wanted to assure you that you were safe with him.

He took you by the hands and looked at you again with his chocolate brown eyes, your stomach started to tingle, as if butterflies were flying around in it and you felt hot. Again you were embarrassed that Eddie saw you like this. But at that moment he handed you a Coke with the words "Don't worry, there's nothing in it, I actually got it for myself, but I think you need it more right now".

Sipping coke, holding Eddie's hand you slowly walked to his van, it was parked around the block so it wouldn't be noticed. But the walk wasn't far, after a few minutes you were standing in front of the van. Eddie opened the door for you with a bow, "After you, I'll find you a blanket, my princess," at these words you blushed again, but luckily it was dark enough here that Eddie hopefully didn't notice.

Your tiredness immediately rose again as you sat in the passenger seat, but the Coke had helped against your drunkenness, you felt better already. Eddie handed you a gray blanket from the back, it was thin but felt warm. Wrapped in the blanket you fell asleep before Eddie had even driven off.

He still couldn't believe it, sitting in his passenger seat asleep was Y/N, he had specifically not turned on any music so she wouldn't wake up. As he drove through Hawkins he kept looking over at her to make sure she was still asleep. She looked so peaceful and comfortable with her head leaning against the window and wrapped in the blanket. He wondered how he was going to get her into the trailer, he didn't want to wake her up. Besides, he was determined to sleep on the floor or in the living room, and just thinking about Y/N seeing his room made him queasy. He already liked her and had hoped to get to know her better under different circumstances.

Arriving at the trailer, he carefully opened the front door and put an old boot in front of it so it wouldn't fall shut. Then he carefully opened the passengers door and was about to take Y/N in his arms when she opened her eyes and looked at him dreamily, she mumbled " hmm- are we there yet ?".

After his nod, she slowly slid out of the van and fell into his arms. She was warm now, not as clammy as before. He hugged her tightly, she smelled of alcohol and a perfume, which reminded him of the smell of apple pie. Why hadn't he noticed that earlier?

You remembered getting out of the van and stepping into the trailer, but how you ended up in Eddie's bed, in an old t-shirt of his and a pair of sweatpants, was not so clear to you anymore, only fragments were left. But you didn't care, you were now lying in Eddie's bed, and you were happy. He had put an old blanket and the sofa cushions on the floor in front of it, because you had asked him not to leave you alone.

He had just gone back to the kitchen to get an old bucket in case Y/N got sick again tonight, he didn't want her to have to get up to run to the bathroom. When he came back into the room she was lying on her back with her eyes open looking at the ceiling. He put the bucket next to the head of the bed and lay down on the floor. "If anything happens you can always wake me up! And don't feel guilty, good night princess". "Can you hold my hand Eddie?" she murmured. He did not answer but took the hand she hung from the bed, settled it in his and squeezed it.

And so you fell asleep, with Eddie's hand in yours, happy and protected.

#eddie munson fiction #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson comfort #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #reader x eddie munson #eddie fic #eddiemunson x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson beeing lovely #fem reader #eddie × fem!reader

[ednshtn]

‼️Contains Stranger Things s4 vol 2 spoilers ‼️

“I think it’s my year, Henderson. I think it’s finally my year. I love you man”

I’ll miss you Eddie Munson

#eddiemunson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie my beloved #stranger things #stranger things spoilers #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things season four

[tenderyellowbluefics]

Nightmares

This was a request!! I would’ve posted the original ask with this but I can’t find it anywhere. So sorry anon, but hope you like it!!

Summary: Your encounter with Vecna has left you traumatized and scarred. Riddled with nightmares, Eddie stays by your side every night.

Warnings: None really, curses I think? Just fluff!

Requests are open!

No specific pronouns are used!

It's been one month since the incident in the upside-down, and I don't think I've had one good night's rest since. Every night I wake up screaming in a cold sweat from a nightmare. And due to this, I don't think Eddie's gotten a solid night's rest either. Having to calm me down and bring me back to the real world every time. I feel bad, but at the same time, selfishly, I wouldn't want it any different. He's the only person who can make me feel safe. When his toned arms wrap tightly around me, and my face buries in his tousled hair. I feel as though no one could hurt me. There, at that moment, I'm safe.

"You alright?" Eddie questioned, breaking me from my thoughts.

I had barely touched the dinner that he so kindly made. The dinner was in fact a frozen dinner that I'm not a hundred percent sure was even real meat. But that wasn't the reason for my loss of appetite.

The sun was almost completely set, indicating nighttime was approaching. Meaning in a few short hours I'd be screaming bloody murder.

"Yep." I replied plainly, picking my fork up to poke at the meal and pretend I was interested.

"C'mon you know you can talk to me." He said, dragging his voice out on C'mon. Reaching a hand out to touch mine resting on the table.

"I'm just sick of having nightmares." I sighed, tossing my fork down.

He frowned in response to my frustration, letting out a sigh himself. Not sure what to say.

"I know what'll cheer you up," He grinned standing up from his seat. "That corny ass movie you made me rent yesterday." He laughed, making his way around the table to place his hands on my shoulders.

"Hey! The Karate Kid is not corny!" I protested. Turning my head around to pout at him.

"Yeah right," He chuckled, "Go get the movie ready and I'll pop some popcorn. Okay?" He stated, kissing the top of my head.

After I popped the movie into the VHS player I plopped down on the couch and waited. I could slightly see Eddie in the kitchen area humming to himself and playing air guitar while he waited for the popcorn. God, I love that dork.

"Alright, you ready?" He asked sitting down next to me and placing the popcorn in my lap.

I curled up onto his chest as the movie played. Felling the vibrations of his chest as he laughed mockingly at the film. Hitting his chest playfully when he would make fun of it.

Despite this though, the movie merely seemed to lull me to sleep. And I was snoring before I knew it.

So there I was again.

In the upside-down.

I see the same opening in the fog with Eddie on the other side, sitting alone and crying. I attempt to run but my legs feel as though I'm an infant who has only recently learned to walk. And no matter how far I run, the opening gets farther and farther away.

With a swift move, Vecna's vines attach to my legs and pull my feet from under me. As I'm being drug backward towards my doom I yell for Eddie. Praying maybe somehow he could hear me.

"Eddie! Eddie, please hear me! Eddie! Help me!"

"Y/n!"

Holy shit, can he hear me?

"Y/n! wake up!"

Oh shit.

"Y/n are you awake!" He asked, frantically pushing the hair from my face.

"Oh Eddie," I quietly whimpered, burying my face in his neck. Both relieved and disturbed it was only a dream.

"Shh, it's okay, it was just a dream." He reassured me, stroking my hair with the hand that wasn't wrapped around my waist.

I couldn't say anything back, I just sobbed into him while he held me tighter and tighter.

"That thing will never get to you ever again, you hear me? Never." He said pulling my face away from his neck to look at me.

"Okay, yeah." I sniffled.

As I started to catch my bearings I realized we were no longer in the living room but instead occupied the space of Eddie's bedroom.

"How'd we get in here?" I questioned, looking back at him while wiping my tear-soaked cheeks.

"I carried you in here, didn't think you'd wanna spend the night on the couch." He laughed. And I stared in amusement at him.

I sighed before leaing back into him while wrapping my arm around his neck and gently pulled back on him as I laid down. Settling in as I laid on his chest.

"I love you Eddie" I said quitley.

"I love you too sweetheart." He replied, running one hand up and down my side while the other played with my hair. "Go to sleep, I'll be right here."

I quickly fell asleep, but to my surprise I didn't have anymore nightmares. No upside down, no Vecna, just me and Eddie.

#eddie munson imagine #stranger things eddie #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fic #eddiemunson x reader #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanart #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson x henderson!reader #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things season 4 #stranger things fic #stranger things 4 #stranger things #st4 #joseph quinn

[biggestsimponhere]

CHRISTMAS PROMPTS - I’m very excited so please send in requests

“Are you really still decorating?”

“As much as we love you, we don’t need to hear you sing Christmas music”

“Help me wrap gifts please”

“Can we go get a tree together please”

“Movie Night? Ive got hot chocolate”

“Cant we just stay home in our pajamas and watch Christmas movies?”

“You look amazing”

“Come on we only have five minutes before the party”

Just prompts for activities

Making snow angels

Cuddling by the fire

Dancing in the snow

Building snowmen

Watching movies together

Group party

Wrapping presents

Meeting each other family

Christmas dinner

#steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #jonathan byers x reader #robin buckley x reader #tyler galpin x reader #wednesday addams x reader #enid sinclair x reader #eddiemunson x reader #xavier thorpe x reader #bianca barclay x reader #ajax petropolus x reader #wednesday #stranger things #stranger things x you #nancy wheeler x you #nancy wheeler x reader

[deanlikeshisangel]

thinking about eddie with his hair tied up in a messy bun, sunlight falling on his face and of course his trademark eddie munson grin

#eddie munson x female reader #eddiemunson x reader #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson stranger things #lord have mercy #i am not okay

[korosecret]

SUB! EDDIE BURB

Around 200 words

You pulling Eddie to the bathroom because he can't keep his hands to himself, Calling him pretty boy and making him feel butterflies just to tell him to stop? He was so upset, tears in his big pretty eyes and a small frown placed on his lips. All he wanted was your attention and you can't even give him that because you were talking to your friends. But you made a bet with him that made him feel alot better

"Be good for me and when we get home I'll give you my full attention ok love?"

He agreed and a few hours later he was layer face up on his bed, whimpering on how you were making him feel good. He didn't last long when you called him a good boy. Tear after tear that feel down his face he got closer and closer to his release and finally the string broke and he was grabbing on to you and spiting out strings of moans

-♡

#stranger things #sub!eddie munson #sub eddie munson #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #dom reader #sub stranger things #sub!strangerthings #strangerthings smut #stranger things smut #sub character #gender neutral terms #smut #eddiemunson x reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things nfsw #Korosecret

[madmaxinealt]

Platonic with a capital P! (Eddie x Reader) [17+]

-Before anyone says practically anything yes I'm aware that the name of the post is technically a Robin and Steve kinda thing but I don't ever see enough of eddie being just best friends with the reader.-

Summary: You had a rough time babysitting and went over your childhood best friend's house to unwind and relax.

Warnings: !Underage smoking! (The reader is 16 and eddie is 18), !Explicit language!, Talk about past relationships/situationships, !talk of death of a relative! Other than that this is just a simple fluff. Completely PLatonic with a capital P!, If i missed anything please let me know!

~-~_~-~_~-~_~-~_~-~_~-~_~-~_~-~_~-~_~-~_~-~

I'd be lying if I said I hated babysitting these nerds, but sometimes they can be so incredibly difficult to manage. Things were a lot easier when jonathan would pitch in from time to time at the Wheelers residence. But that was a while ago, now that he is with Nancy a lot of things are different now. I never had anything against Nancy, personally that is we were never close though after finding out what happened to Barb..I guess we decided to try and build a bond.

Things have been pretty rough here in Hawkins, It's like the town never sleeps. Being Hopper's daughter it was already hard enough to try and have a calm and quiet life, more now than ever. I have a little sister again...who has insanely cool super powers.

Speaking of which.-

"THAT'S NOT FUNNY MIKE-" A small brown haired girl came running into the room soon followed by a taller boy with black chin length hair. "OH come on el it's just a soggy eggo! Does it really bother you that badly!?' He yells continuing to chase her.

Mike wheeler and my sister Eleven have been dating for what feels like ever now but he's been a bit distant so I snuck her over while I watched him before I have to take her back home and figure out any plans from there.

I stand up and grab a pillow from behind me and whack the boy beside his head, "What the hell have I told you about tormenting her, you're lucky she cares so much about you otherwise she'd make you fly across the damn room!" He lets out a huff and goes upstairs with El clearly learning nothing and following close after him giggling like a mad man. I roll my eyes and spin over to the phone and tap it slightly with my fingernail. There are a few people in mind that I could call, one of them being Jonathan but then again he is probably working with nancy at that little newspaper place Nancy had been non stop talking about. So that's a no go. There's Robin Buckley who has been my best friend since the middle of 7th grade, we met in art class and honestly since then we just clicked and sometimes we drift but it's no biggie I'll end up seeing her tomorrow at work anyways let's just hope I have a shift with her and not the infamous King Steve. Oh well I'll find it out later besides she was gonna come over to my house to watch The Dark Crystal. Even though it's a little too nerdy for Robin she still gives into that side of me-. Holy shit! I completely forgot.

I take the phone off the receiver and dial the numbers.

-brrinnngh....bbbbbrrinnghhh...-

I start to dance in place anxiously waiting for him to pick up.

-BBRRIIIIINGUHHH....BBRIINGGUH- -

Finally someone picked up and a tired grumble came through, "What do you want wheeler?" I smile happily, Eddie mother fucking Munson. My best friend. My best mate if you will.

"Wrong not a wheeler. Just youuu know pshhh the only cool person you talk to." I wasn't that much more popular than eddie being called "The freak Munson." Which genuinely made my blood boil. Suddenly I hear a quick shuffle.

"Oh damn sorry (Y/N), what time is it? Why are you calling aren't you supposed to be third wheeling the wheeler." I roll my eyes at his comment. "oh har har god I hate you." He gives a sleepy chuckle causing me to laugh too. "Anyways I'm gonna head out soon since it's almost 8:30 and my sister's curfew is 9, but I was wondering if you wouldn't mind me coming over and you know..chilling out..for a bit..? I'll pick up a movie too and maybe a pizza your choice."

The line went silent for a few minutes, so he was obviously thinking about it. "Hm..fine come over at 10:30 that's enough time for "the maid" to do her cleaning rounds."

I laugh ending the call, smoothly cleaning up after the two and driving Eleven back to the cabin and getting her settled in. I ended up making her dinner and saving some for Hopper putting it into the oven for it to stay warm by time he comes in and I wouldn't get yelled at two badly for leaving El' to hang out with Munson. I gave Eleven a quick kiss on the head. "You remember where the notepad is with all the numbers are right? If you need anything I'll be at eddie's so call there first if I don't answer call joyce okay? hmm...OH yeah and don't forget-" she interrupts my rambling, "And don't forget to only open the door to the special knock and give you a status report, I got this." I smile down at her and ruffle her hair and grab my bike lock key and run out the door and unlock my bike riding over to the trailer park where Eddie stayed with his Uncle Wayne.

After a while I finally make it, I quickly pull out my inhaler taking a few puffs regretting not taking my drivers test when I was supposed to instead of picking up an extra shift at scoops.

I ran up to the door and did my own little knock so eddie would know that it was me and not some rando. I anxiously tap my feet doing a shaky little dance humming some metallic song to ease my nerves, I was terrified of the dark more so after the fall of '83 seeing hints of the upside down and the demogorgen. If you really wanted to go back into my roots it started right before my sister Sara had passed. We were convinced that there was a goblin that lived under our house and scratched at the walls and bed frames as our parents slept and they were gonna steal our toes and eat our candy. Of course after she got sick it was just me in our old room dealing with the "little goblins" in the dark as I would always hide under the blanket holding my secret bag of candy and my feet safely in a pair of mismatched socks. When I met eddie he showed me metallica and a bunch of different sick rock music some of them I already knew about but metallica really stuck between us, that and Ozzy.

The screen door soon swings open and eddie is standing there and a woosh of the sweet scent of chocolate chip cookies smacked me in the face. "Oh munson you shouldn't have." I squeezed past him setting down the pizza box and taking the movies out of my jacket and placing them on the table before rushing to the cookie tray taking in the aroma. "Well hello to you too I guess." He chuckles and makes his way to the counter hopping up onto it watching my facial features. I turned over to look at him happily, he didn't get too dressed up just a shredded/cropped Dio tank, with a pair of very loose grey sweatpants with miss-matched grey and black socks and lastly had his hair in a messy low bun his bangs still being able to cover his eyes by the smallest amount.

"Oh sorry master Munson, I acquired our dinner and entertainment for the evening." I smile after giggling through my words at my nonsense accent I had put on. It made him laugh too, two times in one night god I'm on a roll! I spin around and open the pizza box, I got the pie split into three halves because I know how indecisive he is. One side is plain cheese, The second is Cheese and sausage and lastly my personal favorite hawaiian pizza. I grab a paper plate and put a cheese pizza and a sausage pizza on it and hand it to him, "Oh Hopper! You do love me" I place the back of his hand on his forehead and swoons almost falling off the counter. I burst out laughing holding onto the chair right next to me.

As the night slowly moved on it started to rain which means I had to call back home and let Hopper know I was spending the night at Robin's house since she owed me a get out of jail free card and cover for me. It was about 11;45pm Neither of us could stop talking even after I put on the movies I had brought over, so he pulled out "The magic bag" from in his pillow case and in which thank go already had some pre rolls in it. I pulled out my lighter and tossed it at eddie which he had smoothly caught it, he placed the joint gently on his pretty pink lips. Then lighting it and tossing my lighter back at me, he laid back crossing his arms behind his head relaxing. He took a long drag from the bud pulling it away from his mouth."So..." he began to speak handing it to me. "You never gave me an update on harrington, are you guys dating? Kissing partners? Or what? What's the scoop cap'in."

I scrunch my nose at his question. "Uhm well we are nothing just two people who used to go to school with each other and now unfortunately work together.." I hesitate before bringing the bud to my lips and taking the longest drag I could handle trying not to cough my brains out. "Yeah just two people who totally co parent a group of little kids around hawkins and had steamy and you know what veryyy detailed makeout sessions according to-" I cut him off and whack his arm causing him to burst out laughing. I mean sure yeah maybe me and Steve have a little something but it was kinda clear that he didn't want anything serious seeing he was still in love with Nancy. And we both exchanged some very not so nice things to each other.

I feel his rough hand rub my back, "Hey we don't have to talk about it, just curious is all. Hm.. How about we try and get some sleep and go fuck around at the Hideout or something Garreth missed seeing you around actually they all have, considering you aren't into the whole DND game thing soo." I think for a moment before nodding setting the joint down in the ashtray on his bedside table. "You're right I'm getting kinda tired anyways." I say after stretching back onto the bed cuddling in my spot on his bed closest to the wall. He chuckled slightly as he got up to turn off the lights and layed back down on the bed.

We used to split whenever I'd sleep over, like taking turns on whoever would sleep on the couch or bed but id make him clean his nasty ass sheets before hand. But after the upside down I refused to sleep alone whenever I wasn't home, even though he knew nothing about the upside down or anything about what I went through he didn't ask any questions and was right here and lay with me and waited until I fell asleep first.

I don't really know where I'd be without Eddie. He is definitely a big brother I've always begged for on every birthday wish. And I could definitely count on him with my life and soul, I just pray he knows I'd do the same for him.

"Goodnight Ed's..Thank you for.." I sigh sleepily. "..everything." Though I couldn't see him I could tell he was smiling, I felt his hand pull up the sheets and move the hair from my face. "Of course weirdo..now get some rest." And with that I soon drift off to a comfortable slumber.

~_~-~_~-~_~-~_~

And that's it! I hope you enjoyed reading this little blurb I really loved writing this and if there's any requests please let me know!Maybe a [art two?:0 It doesn't have to be with just Eddie or platonic though this is my first time posting something like this lol. I might end up posting my Masterlist soon with a small plan I have with some characters :P

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #shifting #desired reality #reality shifting #eddie munson #eddiemunson x reader #stranger things #fanfic #eddie munson fluff #best friend

[chrrywavs]

Eddie Munson blurb:

When he’s horny

18+ MINORS DNI

It starts off small first. he’d hold you close to him feeling the warmth of your skin, your back pressed close against him. He’d shamelessly sniff your hair, or your neck, groaning at the scent.

“Hey, did you try out a knew perfume?” He’d ask as he went in for a second sniff.

You giggled, his nose tickling your sensitive neck. “No…Eddie stop that tickles.”

-slowly it would progress. He’d leave small lingering kisses all over your face, your neck, or your shoulders. Pretty much anywhere that you had exposed skin. Sometimes when he was really desperate, he’d leave little purple marks behind where he sucked

he’d whisper into your ear, his warm breath rolling down your neck. The things he’d whisper weren’t even remotely sexual, but he found a way to make them sound it.

He leaned down to your level, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “We need to go, I need to put gas in my van.”

You’d frowned, expecting him to have said something different. The shiver that ran down your spine only felt stupid now.

he’d pull you close to him, whenever he could. He’d steal quick kisses while you were talking to someone else, just so you wouldn’t forget he was there behind you, clinging to you like a lost child.

And if the person you were talking to was someone he didn’t like, he’d pull you in, shoving his tongue deep into your mouth having a full blown make out session right in front of them. All just so they’d know who you belonged to.

he’d make sexual references or jokes but in a serious way.

You groaned rubbing your temple. “God I really need to do that assignment for math class-“

“You really need to do me first…” he’d look at you with narrow eyes before slowly walking away.

“What?” You turned to Robin who just answered with a shrug.

And sometimes they wouldn’t even make since.

“Steve and Nancy are gonna come over and-“

“You know sometimes I wish you’d let me cum.”

“You can come over whenever you want Eddie I just-“

“Really cause it’s doesn’t feel like it.” he’d storm off into the bathroom, leaving you sitting there all confused.

He’d dry hump you any chance he got, claiming he was just joking, but you felt the hardness in his dick.

He’d stare at your boobs longer then normal “accidentally” brushing his hand over it.

On days that he really needed it bad, he’d sneak a hand up your skirt squeeze your ass. He’d imagine you finally letting him take you from the back.

And by the end of the day, if you somehow made it this far. He’d be so Whiny and needy, frustrated that you weren’t catching the hint.

While you both made out, he’d just whimper against your lips, unknowingly rutting himself against your clothed thigh.

You’d giggle to yourself, watching him desperately get himself off. “Eddie what are you doing?” You’d ask halting his movement.

He’d go so red, stuttering as he tried to explain. “God dammit (y/n) just…please?” He’d beg, his eyes growing ten times as he stared at you like a kicked puppy.

“Oh Ed’s.” You purred, moving away his sticky bangs, of course you knew what he wanted, you knew it since the morning, but you couldn’t help enjoying how desperate he got for it. how whiny he voice would get. “You need it bad huh?”

He whimpered with a nod. He looked so adorable. His eyes blown out, cheeks all red, and a sheer layer of sweat over his skin. How could you say no?.

He’d fuck into you so deep, wanting every inch of him covered in your slick. He’d get so loud, making all kinds of noises. He’d whimper your name over and over again, as if it was the only thing keeping him grounded. You’d caress his cheek, looking deep into his soft round eyes. “You can cum inside me Eddie, it’s what you want right?”

He nodded aggressively, squeezing his eyes shut trying to hold off for a little longer, the feeling of your warm pussy clenching around his cock feeling to good for him pull out so soon.

You bit your lip, fisting the sheets as he hit the right spot at such a perfect pace. “Yeah Eddie right there- god- your doing so good!” You’d moan. The squelching sounds coming from your wet cunt and the slaps of his balls hitting your ass hurled him over the edge. He released himself inside you with a cry, coating your pink spongey walls white. Your cunt fluttered around him, milking as much of him as you could.

He’d pull out if you with a hiss, smirking as he settled between your legs, ready to lick his cum clean from your aching cunt.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

I swear I didn’t forget about y’all I’ve just been real busy with work :(

Anyway I’m working on some smut for y’all so stay tuned ;)

#80s #eddie munson #eddie munson comfort #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x female reader #eddiemunson x reader #perv!eddie #stranger things #eddie munson blurb #eddie x you #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson x you

[diaryofaprettyprincess]

dark!yandere/obsessed!eddie munson :0 they get into a fight and reader wants to break up so he does something about it... (btw love your writing!)

poor reader :,(

note: this kinda sucks bc i wrote it on my lunch break at work earlier and then was too lazy to revise lol.. also.. this is very dark so be aware and read the CW.

CW: obsessed!eddie munson x innocent!fem!reader (doesnt need to be innocent could be just naive), HINTS of crybaby!reader but tbh who wouldnt be crying in this situation, mean!eddie (obviously) toxic relationship, power dynamic, fighting (not physically), violent!eddie munson, angst, nicknames, eddie puts his hand around y/n's throat, jealous!eddie, dark!eddie munson, CNC (kinda), unprotected sex, possessive!eddie, no prep before sex, abusive relationship, tw: abuse

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

eddie and you have datd for a good few months now. at first he was sweet, caring, and kind..but then things took a turn for the worse. eddie became too posessive, too jealous, and being in a relationship with him became exhausting. he isolated you from your other friends telling you that you didn't need anyone else but him. you came to the conclusion to break up with him; even if that made you nervous.

you talked to him as calmly as you could when you went over to his trailer one day, forgetting that his uncle wouldn't be home. sitting eddie in the living room, you kindly explained (as to not upset him (eddie was scary when he got upset)) that you needed a break.

eddie's face dropped, his hand pulling away from yours that were sitting sweaty on your lap, shaking. for a moment, you missed his warm touch. "what do you mean you want to break up?"

"i-i need some time alone eddie, 'm sorry," you whispered, swallowing back the growing lump in your throat of nerves and anxiety.

he stood up, pacing shortly for a moment before turning to you. "this is about him, isn't it?"

you could tell he was about to get really scary, and tears started brimming in your confused, glossy eyes as you asked, "a-about who?"

you hated that your voice was meek and trembling, you could barely contain your anxiety.

"oh don't give me that fucking bull shit, y/n. you know who the fuck i'm talking about..." his voice was tense, omitting anger from every pore. you shook your head, tears already streaming down your face.

"i swear i don't! who 'r you talking about?"

"don't play dumb with me, goddammit! Carter O'Niel!" he enthused, throwing his hands outwards, his rings glinting from the soft lights of the lamp.

Carter? You barely knew Carter. He was on the wrestling team, and was your partner in a biology project but that was it. it lasted a week and then you barely spoke to him again. Last time you two talked was.. oh god.

Today. Behind the bleachers. Did eddie follow you?! All Carter wanted to talk to you about was buying drugs from eddie because he knew you two were dating. he wanted to keep his doings a secret so he asked to meet you with a note he slipped in your hand in english class...which both you and eddie had together.

"wh-what are-are you fucking him or something?!" eddie yelled, making you flinch, an onslaught of tears still streaming down your face.

your face flushed red at the innapropriate thought. "n-no! ed-eddie i would never do that! i swear! please, i just needa break!"

"Oh," he dragged out, "you just 'need a break!' i don't understand, why so you can fuck him without the guilt of cheating?! i dont- i dont get it...baby, why would you do this to me?" tears began to brim in his eyes, and you stood up, trying to be brave, but your whole entire frame was shaking.

"'m-m sorry, eds, please!"

"do you not love me anymore?! when i said i loved you forever, i meant it, y/n. i fucking meant it! and you.. you just...lied!"

you shook your head, sobbing, "no! i-i meant it, you have to believe me! i love you, i-i" another sob slipped through, "i j-just need a break. youre scary, eddie. you scare me."

eddie turned to you, his jaw ticking. "i scare you? baby, i'm protecting you!" he walked toward you, backing you into a wall, his frame towering over yours.

"n-no, you're s-so mean ta'me. you make me hurt," you sniffled, and eddie's eye softened, causing your body to melt into his as he pressed himself against you. "p-please.." you begged, slightly pushing him away from you, which was obviously not the best idea.

your cries were loud as he turned away, yelling a curse and throwing one of the glass vases across the room.

he stormed over to you, grabbing you by the throat and dragging you to his room before pinning you on the door. you spluttered, shocked and choking as your vision sparkled.

he shook you a little with his hand. "i fucking love you! i cherish you, and this is how you treat me?! y-you can't leave me!" he loosens his hand, allowing you to breathe, but still keeps it in the area, a sort of threat.

"e-eddie," you stammer, wheezing and trying to catch your breath. "m so-sorry!"

catching you by surprise he grabs your chin, squishing your cheeks together and smashing his lips to yours, his body on you.

you whine, gasping for air as he holds you closer with his hand on the back of your head, both of your tears meshing together.

he pulls away, putting his forehead to yours and breathing heavily as he whispers close to your lips, "i love you, princess. I love you so much. i hate when you say shit like this. i hate that you make me get angry, i never wanna hurt you, baby." he peppers light kisses on your lips, holding your face with both of his ring-cladded hands on the sides of your head.

you feel yourself give in.

it's too late.

he's got you where he wants you and you just want him to forgive you and kiss you and hold you.

you hiccup over a small cry, and he shushes you softly, tilting his head to the side to pepper more small kisses on your lips. "youre not gonna leave me, right baby? because you love me so much, and i love you. you're mine and im yours, okay? i love you, i love you, i love you.."

he kisses you gently again, and you sniffle holding on to him and letting him take you to his bed. he kisses your lips, nose, corners of your mouth, eyelids, forehead...everywhere.

"e-eddie, i don wanna be with carter, i-i jus wan you, i never wanted to be with him," you sniffle, and his eyes soften. he breathes in, getting on top of you as he hands you the small teddy bear of yours on his bed. you wrap your hand around the soft plushie.

eddie whispers against your lips as he undoes his zipper, pulling his hardened cock out and stroking it gently, tossing your panties under your skirt to the side, "i know baby, fuck, you're mine."

he thrusts in, fucking you hard and slow, then fast and shallow, holding your hips with his hands and letting the loud sounds of skin smacking fill the air in the room, small moans and whimpers coming from your lips as he kisses away the tears. the stretch burns, but it feels too right.

"mine, mine, mine," he whispers with each thrust, kissing you sloppily and licking your lips with his tongue, then the inside of your mouth with his tongue as you reciprocate, your cunt pulsating around his cock.

"my baby, my sweet baby, hm?" he tucks some hair behind your ears, kissing your cheek and thrusting faster and more animalistic.

"'m yours" you respond.

there's no escape.

#eddie munson x reader #yandere!eddie munson #yandere!eddie munson xreader #obsessed!eddie munson #innocent!reader #eddiemunson x reader #stranger things 4 #yandere!eddie munson x reader #yandere!eddie munson x innocent!reader #toxic!eddie munson #mail 💌

[r-anela]

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!- YOU SMOKE?"

-not edited-

summary: Eddie Muson finds out you smoke and isn't really impressed. You and Eddie have known each other for a while, but he finds out by accident that you smoke.

pairing: reader x Eddie Munson  ( no gender mentioned, pet name princess used from Eddie)

word cound: 1,1k

warning: smoking cigarettes and weed, cursing, arguing, language (please let me know if I've forgotten anything).  (do not smoke, it is bad for you) 

Likes, comments and reblogs are always highly appreciated. 

Please note that english is not my native language <3

GIF is from @alinastarkhov 

Finally it was recess, you wanted nothing more than to escape the crazy world of high school. Only a few more weeks until graduation, hallelujah.  

You weren't an outsider at school, in fact most of the students liked you, but you just couldn't stand the hierarchy and grouping. In addition, the whole bullying, exclusion and insulting of certain groups of people.  

Unfortunately, some of your friends belonged to this group of people, Eddie and Dustin were especially on the radar of the jerks.  

Eddie because he was just Eddie, loud, hyper, said what he thought and he was a metalhead who also played D&D. Dustin because he looked at Eddie like a big brother and always stuck to him, also he was a total science nerd and on top of that he had cleidocranial dysplasia which many saw as a reason to tease him.  

Of course you always intervened when someone was teased, they left you alone, they knew you would make their lives hell.

You were in a really bad mood again and just wanted to come down and relax your nerves.  

The pack of cigarettes in your pocket rustled and the lighter in your hand felt heavy.

Finally you arrived at your place, it was a spot in the woods similar to where Eddie always sells his drugs.  

However, your place was even more hidden and quiet, there was no picknick bench here - just an old tree stump lying on the ground.

When you sat down on the tree stump, the world started to turn slower for you. Everything became quiet, you heard the birds chirping and small animals rustling in the underwood. You liked the smell that emerged from the forest, earthy, warm and fresh. It had rained during the night therefore the smell was more powerful than usual.  

You breathe in and out the forest breeze, it feels good.

Then you take the cigarettes out of your pocket, flip your second-to-last one out of the pack and light it.  

Immediately the air is filled with the scent of tobacco and burnt paper.  

You take one hit after the other and enjoy the silence. You close your eyes and lean back, facing the treetops.  

At that moment you heard a person moving through the forest, running in the direction of the school. So there was someone else in the forest and didn't want to be seen, you thought to yourself.  

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!- YOU SMOKE?" in your shock you almost swallowed your cigarette. "What the hell - Eddie Munson how dare you scare me like that!".

"Scaring you? Scaring you!! Jesus h. Christ! You're smoking- fucking bullshit. You out of all people!"  

" Eddie stop yelling at me like that, calm down, it's not like you don't smoke a lot more than I do" your face was splotched red with anger, not because Eddie had caught you smoking, but because he was yelling at you like he was going nuts. " You want me to calm down? Why should I calm down? Just because I smoke doesn't mean that it' okay for you to smoke!"  

"Eddie, how many times have I smoked a joint with you, please, have you forgotten?" " This is completely different!" He yelled, dropping his arms in frustration after throwing them up to point at you.  

" It isn't Eddie, both are unhealthy" you said to him calmly. That made him start up again" That's exactly why I don't want you to do that!" he waved his arms wildly through the air to draw your figure in the air.  

You sigh loudly and rolled your eyes, you so couldn't understand his problem. As if you didn't find it shitty that he smokes and deals. But you don't decide what he can and cannot do.  

"Eddie Muson, stop talking to me like that. I know you worry about me, and that's nice to know. I don't think everything you do is good either, and you know that.-You are welcome to care about me, but can you please do it at a different noise level?" Your voice was calm and clear.

Eddie blushed and looked embarrassed. He just mumbled " Sorry" and wobbled back and forth on the spot. You stood up and walked towards him, when you put your hands on his shoulders he stopped wiggling around. "Everything is okay Eddie, take a deep breath - and then we can talk about it properly, okay?" he nodded and you rubbed his arm. At that point he took your hand and pulled you back towards the tree trunk.

"Sorry again, I didn't mean to scare you and all-" he paused to take a deep breath "you're just important to me and I felt kind of betrayed, just because I didn't know and we know all about each other" at the last statement you looked at him crookedly. "Okay, maybe not everything, but a lot" Eddie began to smile.  

"Oh Eddie you are sometimes really a hothead" you shake your head smiling. Your now burned cigarette hung in your fingers like a memory. You waved it in Eddie's direction to make a point " As long as you do your stuff I don't like, I can smoke too. Is that a deal?" you looked at him with expectation. " Deal, but when I'm around only weed" " You are really hopeless, you and your weed".

You took the last cigarette out of the pack, held it in front of Eddie and said "This is the last one I'll smoke in front of you, because of the scare you gave me, you have to bear it now". You looked him provocatively in the eyes and winked at him.  

He just shook his head laughing, reached into his jacket and took out his lighter. He grabbed the cigarette from your fingers and put it in his mouth. He smiled lopsidedly and when you were about to protest, he lit it and put it between your slightly parted lips.

"Eddie Munson, you are hopeless" you mumble with the cigarette in your mouth.

You took a deep drag and then held it out to Eddie, like you usually do with the joints.  

He looked at you cross-eyed and took the cigarette " I would never have thought that I sit with YOU here in the forest on a tree stump and smoke" he said in disbelief. "Oh come on Eddie, just imagine we sit in your room and smoke a joint" he grimaced and you had to laugh heartily.  

Eddie would probably never come to terms with the fact that you smoke more than the 1-2 joints the month with him.  

Everyone else would be happy if you just smoked cigarettes.

#eddie x reader #eddiemunson x reader #reader x eddie munson #eddie munson fiction #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fic #eddie munson × reader #st eddie munson #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson × you #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson story #eddie munson stranger things

[ang3lfacexo]

i dont really know what this is tbh

warnings: smut! kinda!mean!eddie, sub!reader, slapping, rough sex, jealous sex, making out, mentions of spit piss and cum, uh yea

creds: @attxnt

is the nastiest when he fucks. from spitting, to pissing, to painting your face in his hot cum. all of it. he was fucking disgusting and you; oh, you loved it.

just like now.

'SMACK!'

you gasp as a striking hot pain blossoms on your cheek, your lips going all pouty and it drives eddie vulgar.

"you love him, d'ya?" he scoffs, his thick hands digging into the plush fat of your thighs as he lifts them onto his shoulders. you whimper, your calves pressing against his ears as he hugs at your legs, hips pounding against the backs of your thighs. "ya' want that fuckin' douche, huh?"

you cry out shaking your head, and he smirks in such a smug way your cunt gushes around his cock. "d-don't want... none eddie... just you." you whisper in a heavy prayer, thighs shaking under his big arms.

his cock jumps inside you at your words, his head tilting as he slowls to a stop and spreads your legs slowly biting his lip.

you huff out breathes, chest heaving as your legs part at his hips. your eyebrows furrow at his sudden stop.

your heart jumps out of your chest as those thick fingers of his grab at your jaw, his hair a frizzy mess and his eyeliner (that you did) is smudged. you stare at him in awe, clit gaining a heartbeat. "whatcha' say?"

you flush shaking your head confused, that sweet pout coming back on your lips. "t-that i don't want anyone else?" and he nods slowly eyes clearly searching for another breath of words. "just you, eddie."

and he goes feral.

his mouth is on yours before your lips are even closed, tongue flicking into your mouth as his nose bends into your reddened cheek. his hips are snapping into yours, hands tight in the sheets beside your head as he fucks in your mercifully.

"eddie! dear, god," you cry out against his mouth, hands grab at his ass and his hips, tits jumping and bouncing with every thrust.

now see, nobody ever wanted eddie. nobody preferred him for anything. in all actuality, you were the first girl he'd ever really felt anything towards. sure he's had occansial crushes but nothing, fucking nothing like you. and he'd certainly had never been claimed like that. and the whine behind your words sent him to another level.

"mine, yeah? my girl."

#eddiemunson #eddiemunson x reader #eddiemunson x you #eddiemunsonimagine #eddiemunson oneshot #eddiemunson smut #smut #strangerthingssmut #strangerthings

[ednshtn]

Max: Where’s our dads?

Dustin: Currently fighting about fruits

Max: what?

Steve yelling from afar: THAT DOES NOT EVEN MAKE SENSE

Eddie: THE QUESTION IS EASY, HARRINGTON! WITH APPLES YOU CAN EAT THEIR CLOTHES, BUT WITH ORANGES YOU DON’T?!

#steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #eddiemunson x reader #Eddie #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #max mayfield #dustin henderson #stranger things season four #stranger things

[tenderyellowbluefics]

Heyyyy bestie I love your fics. I die for them. I was wondering if I can make a request for Eddie Munson x innocent reader . Where the reader is with Eddie and finds some cookies in a baggie in the fridge . Little does she know they are edibles . She eats almost the whole bag and starts to feel funny and she’s high and Eddie freaks out because she had so many and cares for her while she’s high . ☺️☺️☺️ I hope that made sense lol

Aww I'm so happy you like my fics!! Thank you sm!! But ahhhhh this idea is so cute!!! He would be so adorable taking care if his partner imma cry.

Summary: Y/n finds Eddie's stash, and Eddie has to take care of them.

Warnings: Mentions of vomiting, very briefly though, fluff rlly.

The only time pronouns are used for y/n is when Eddie says "She'll". Pronouns aren't stated any other time as I try to keep my writings as inclusive as possible!💕

Request are open and welcomed! And to those who are waiting for me to respond to yours, I promise they are coming haha!

You were unbelievably bored. Eddie's hellfire campaign was tonight and it seemed like he'd been gone for hours. With not much to do in his small trailer besides watch tv and sleep, you preoccupied your time with snooping through him and his uncles belongings. Really any of his uncle's things were already out on display for all to see as he didn't have his own bedroom. The trailer was a one room, and Eddie occupied that space. And as far as Eddie's, there was nothing you hadn't seen already.

Defeated, you retreated back to the usual time killer, eating.

Browsing through the dimly lit kitchen, none of the food items caught your eye. Most of the food was frozen dinner meals or canned goods, nothing special, nothing that quite caught your attention.

Once again defeated, you began to walk out of the kitchen before light deflecting off a plastic bag above the fridge caught your eye. You stood on your tip toes to reach the bag, curious as to why it was hidden behind dusty boxes of off-brand cereal that hadn't been touched in months.

You were pleasantly surprised to find out it was cookies. You were confused as to why they would be hidden, but finally came to the conclusion Eddie hid them so he wouldn't have to share.

You plopped down on the couch and turned the tv on, after flicking through random channels you settled on the show "Growing pains." Not a particular favorite of yours, but it would do until Eddie could come back and entertain you.

Pulling a cookie from the plastic bag you immediately noticed a difference. They seemed intensely dry, and crumbled a lot easier than most chocolate chips cookies would, but you brushed it off as them most likely being stale from laying around.

As time went on, the more you enjoyed the show, and the more you lost track of just how many cookies you had eaten. When a commercial break interrupted your laughter, you finally took a moment to glance down at the bag, now seeing there was only 3 left out of the original dozen. You felt slightly bad for eating all his snacks, but just told yourself you'd buy him more.

You were a little shocked by your lack of guilt, as usually something like that would make you feel terrible. But you were once again distracted by the tv program coming back on.

My god when did growing pains get so funny. You thought to yourself.

Seeing Eddie's headlights shine through the front window, you got up to unlock the front door for him. As you kept it locked at most times due to everything that's happened in Hawkins with the mysterious murders and such.

When you stood up, your legs felt like jelly, causing a slight tickling feeling that made you laugh. Reaching for the door handle, the coolness of the metal also amused you.

"Sorry I'm late sweetheart." Eddie cooed, walking in, and kicking his dirty, white sneakers off.

(I had to do the "sorry I'm late" thing I'm sorry💀)

"Sorry I'm late sweetheart." You mocked his words in a silly tone, not in a mean way, but playful.

He slightly chuckled at you, but you seemed to find it a million times funnier than he did, as you were doubled over laughing.

Eddie raised his eyebrow, confused as to why you were so playful at this time of night. Maybe you were delirious from exhaustion, he assumed.

He moved past your position on the ground over to the couch. A loud gasp from his direction made you turn your head towards him.

"Y/n did you eat these?" He questioned in an alarmed voice, holding up the bag of almost gone cookies.

"'m sorry, I got a little carried away" you giggled, "I'll buy you more."

His face fell even farther than where it was before.

"Oh my god. Oh my god. What am I gonna do? She'll be fine, I'm sure of it! It was only, 1..2..3..9 pot cookies, oh my god." He was rambling and pacing back and forth, using his fingers to calculate how many you'd eaten.

A light whirring in your mind silenced him out as the room began to spin. Your once giggly attitude, was now violently ill.

Feeling the contents of your stomach bubbling up, you scurried into the bathroom only a few feet away. Eddie heard this, and quickly followed behind, putting a hand up to stop the bathroom door you attempted to shut behind you.

You felt Eddie's ringed hands gather up your hair so it didn't get in the way. And when there was nothing left in you to come up, He quickly got you a glass of water. Rubbing your back as you chugged it like you'd been in a drought for months.

"What the hell was that?" You sighed, panting.

"You just ate pot cookies." He replied in a sing song tone.

"What?! That's a thing?" You questioned, snapping your head to look at him.

"Of course it is! You can put weed in pretty much anything if you use some creativity."

Panic started to set in. You had never done anything to do with weed. Despite have a drug dealer boyfriend, you were as straight edge as they came.

"Wait, will I be okay?!" You frantically asked.

"Of course." He said matter of factly, raising a hand to wave at you as if you were silly for asking.

"I can't like overdose can I? No that has to be a thing its a drug. Oh my god am I gonna die?!" Your voice became more and more panicked after every word.

"Yes baby, I promise you'll be okay. No ones ever died from to much weed. At least not that I've heard of. You'll feel loopy for a little bit but you'll be fine, trust me. I've taken more than that in one sitting before." He chuckled, looking down seeming remembering something behind the last sentence.

You only nodded your head in response.

"C'mon, lets go lay down. Its pretty late."

"No!" You were quick to protest his suggestion. "What if, what if something happens and I don't wake up." You were always great at assuming the worst possible outcomes.

He frowned, "Baby, you're not gonna NOT wake up. But if you don't feel comfortable going to sleep how about we watch tv?"

You nodded your head in agreement once again.

You layed with your head in his lap, while one of his hands rested on your side, and the other played with your hair. With you still slightly high, you giggled constantly until you finally dozed off.

After noticing your deep slumber, he decided to carry you to the bedroom. Even through all the movements, and his failed attempts to move you as gently as possible. You were still knocked out cold when you hit the bed.

He chuckled at your weed-comatose state.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson imagine #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #joseph quinn #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things eddie #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson fanart #stranger things season four #stranger things season 4 #eddie munson fluff #x reader #eddiemunson x reader