#motley crue girlie

[motsbstrd]

this is giving :

“blink if you need help”

“blonk” 💀

#vince neil #glam metal #mötley crüe #motley crue #80s bands #the dirt 2019 #motley crue girlie

[starry-eyed-extraterrestrial]

Mick : "What did you just say to me??"

#mötley crüe #mick mars #motley crue #nikki sixx #tommy lee #vince neil #why is mick giving vince a massive side eye rn #like girlie did he shit talk ur shoes or something??

[babycowbow]

Literally me💓

#pamela anderson #tommy lee #nikki sixx #motley crue #rockstars #rock n roll #sex drugs and rock n roll #90s #80s #just girly things

[wedingos]

it should be a crime making machine gun kelly so hot in the dirt movie

#girlblogging #hell is a teenage girl #just girly thoughts #girlcore #movies #motley crue #mgk #rock #letterboxd

[usedtobecooler]

Sorry I keep blowing up your inbox w virgin Eddie thots. I just have so many. 😓 latest since I’m currently suffering: Virgin Eddie + period sex

do not say sorry cause this had me feeling some type of way and it's given me inspo for the first time in a few days!!

part one // part two // part three // part four

pairing | eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), fingering f receiving, piv sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys), period sex, mentions of tampon removal, eddie taking care of reader, eddie being endearing (when is he not), dirty talk, lots of fluff and reader being nice to eddie, reader also kind of snarks at him for being annoying, eddie professing his love for reader, no use of y/n. i think that's it? possibly. maybe.

word count | 3.6k

a/n | i made this way fluffier than any of my past stuff so this is really off brand for me. i'm also currently suffering on shark week and i'm definitely in my feelings about it so that probably explains it. reader is softer than her usual self here which gives eddie time for his more dominant, carer side to shine. hope u all love it.

You'd been doubled over on your chair all day, not even your heat pack and strongest pain killers were relieving your cramps. Everything hurt, everything ached, and you were being exceptionally snarky (even by your own standards) for no reason.

It was quiet in the store, a weird Tuesday where the weather was putting off anybody from stepping foot out of their house. Misty, grey, dull and wet. A bit like you were feeling yourself, almost like the sky knew you weren't on top form and was sympathizing with you.

Eddie was whistling along to whatever crap he'd put on the store's boom box; in the back of your mind, you think it's Motley Crue but you can't even find it in you to tune into the song enough to make it out properly.

You felt anxious, every little noise creeping into your ears and booming loud, making you feel like your head was about to explode. You hated to admit it, but Eddie's voice in particular was grating on you, every time he opened his mouth you wanted to snark at him, tell him to shut the fuck up.

You were trying your best to block him out before you blew up at him, twirling in your chair a little for comfort whilst you redundantly pressed the useless heat pack closer to your aching tummy, when he suddenly jumps out of nowhere at your side and starts doing the air guitar to a particularly loud and annoying solo.

"Eddie, shut the fuck up. You're driving me up the fucking wall." You snap, voice stern, angry, gruff, and it makes him stop in his tracks, looking crestfallen. You'd usually feel bad, but not today. He'd been pushing your buttons since you opened up, albeit he wasn't doing anything wrong and wasn't meaning to upset you, but your temper was short, and he wasn't getting the fucking hint.

Eddie scratches the back of his neck absentmindedly, big puppy dog eyes looking apologetic and sad, "M'sorry, sweetheart. I know you're not feeling good, I was just tryin' to make you laugh."

Your face softens a little, the guilt creeping in as you look at Eddie's sad features, "I'm sorry, handsome. I'm just exhausted these cramps are wiping me out." You sigh, groaning a little as your tummy coils up unpleasantly, radiating pain throughout your belly, back and legs.

Eddie comes over to lean over the counter, rubbing at your shoulder softly, and you melt into the touch, tense body slackening under his fingertips, "You know, I read in a girly magazine-" Eddie cuts himself off, like he's pondering on if he should actually continue on his sentence, you egg him on by nodding your head, "it was in the doctor's office, okay?"

"Hey, I never said anything." You hold your hands up in self-defense, giggling a little and trying to ignore how Eddie's inner brat jumps out as he rolls his eyes and lets his hand fall from your shoulder. You make a show of pouting until his hand comes back out, this time brushing down your arm.

"Anyway, in this girly magazine there was this article, about how to relieve menstrual cramps..." Eddie cringes at himself, screwing his face up at his wording and you laugh properly then, "Apparently, orgasms are the best way to relieve the pain. Something about the hormones it releases."

You balk at him a little, dumbfounded by the fact that he, for one, chose that article out of all of the pages in a women's magazine. And, for two, that he actually took in what the article said and stored it somewhere in the back of his head, almost like a mental note for if this were to ever happen.

He furrows his brows at you, "Is that- is that not right?" He asks, cocking his head a little, tips of his fingers still brushing your arm absentmindedly, "I thought since it was in a girly mag it'd be true."

"No, I mean I think it's true, I've heard that before." You shrug, trying to ignore the ache in your back at a particularly strong cramp, "But I don't really like to touch myself when I'm on my period. I'm usually too sore to focus and it makes a mess."

"Well," Eddie starts, cheeks flushing dark and his breath shaking, "I'd be more than... more than happy to help you with that. If y'want."

You suck your cheeks in, looking at him with narrowed eyes for a second before they soften, and you're pretty sure if he looked at you properly, he'd see the love hearts swirling round in your irises, "You're the sweetest boy I've ever met, Eddie Munson. Don't feel like you have to do that, though, I've gone like at least ten years on my period and am yet to do that."

"I'd like to," Eddie cuts in all too quickly, and now you wonder if he's doing this for your sake or his own morbid curiosity, though you suspect it's somehow both, "I'd like to help you feel better, that is. I don't - I don't mind the mess."

"Well, okay then." You shrug, trying to ignore the way that your thighs clench a little at the thought of Eddie touching you whilst you're menstruating. It was never something you'd thought about before, but now that Eddie had said about it, you wondered just how much you'd actually be into it.

"We can go to my place, uh, Wayne's gone until tomorrow, took a double shift for the extra money." Eddie rambles, like he has to justify every single detail to you. It's cute, endearing almost.

You nod your head in reply, subtly drifting your eyes to the clock and realizing there were still four hours left until closing. You couldn't help but wish the time away.

***

Eddie ushers you into the trailer slowly, a hand hovering over your lower back in a soothing motion, "You can go to my room and make yourself at home, sweetheart. I'll go get some, like, towels or something?"

"Towels should work, handsome. I don't think it's bad enough to justify a tarp." You say it as a joke as you toe your Docs off, but Eddie's eyes widen comically, "It was a joke. Though a tarp would be easier to clean."

You saunter off through to Eddie's room, sliding a comic book off of his desk and plopping down on the bed. You have no interest in it as you flip through the pages, tummy doing flips for two reasons now - your obvious cramps, but also the nervousness of what was about to happen.

You? Nervous? This never happened. You and Eddie had only had actual sex once, but you were in control, in a situation you'd been in plenty before. You showed him the ropes and took charge, that was your comfort zone. This was... different.

There's no more time to worry and ponder when Eddie comes bursting through the door carrying an array of things he thought you might need. Pain killers, a bottle of water, two towels and what looked like one of his oversized, ratty Metallica shirts.

Your heart melted a little. Eddie was just so, so sweet. You couldn't believe nobody had snatched him up before now, he was caring and attentive to you, albeit a bit fumbly and nervous but you think that's just because of how you are towards him.

He had the biggest heart. To match his dick.

"D'you need these before we start?" Eddie asks quietly, pulling you out of your trance and shaking the bottle of pills at you. You can tell he's nervous too, his breathing all jagged and his hand holding the pills jittering enough for you to notice.

"No, no, that's okay. I took a few before we left the store so they should start kicking in soon. Hand me the towels, would ya?" You lift yourself up off the bed, gently plucking the towels from Eddie's open arm. You strip his comforter out of the way in silence, laying the towels flat and spreading them out as well as you could. His twin bed was small enough that it covered just fine, but you spent extra time focusing on it and trying to block out the pounding in your ears.

Eddie's warm hands on the base of your spine jolt you out of your thinking, you melt into the touch slightly and lean back against his chest. He huffs into your hair, "We don't have to do this if you don't want to, sweetheart. Was just a suggestion."

"I'm just used to knowing everything and showing you the ropes. I dunno how to do any of this and I'm worried I'll gross you out." You say it matter of factly, making sure that as always you have the upper hand in showing him that you don't panic and you're always in control.

"S'not gonna gross me out, it's you. What if we... what if we did this in the shower instead? Would that make you feel better?" Eddie suggests, voice barely above a whisper and a clear nervousness breaking through. He's worried you're going to say no, you can tell.

You don't want his second time to be messy in a shower. But you make note of it for another time, now that you knew that was something he was clearly into.

You turn in his arms, shaking your head and nudging up to press your lips to his softly, just a brief kiss. But, Eddie grabs hold of your waist gently, deepening the kiss and forcing you to stay in place when you went to move away.

He's still not a good kisser, you make a mental note of that. He's still sloppy and giving too much tongue but you can't help but suck on it, causing a moan to escape him as he nudges you back towards the end of the bed until the backs of your knees knock on it. You fall backwards with a small thump and Eddie's lips never leave yours as you shuffle up the bed, until your head is cushioned by his one lonely pillow.

"What do you want me to do?" Eddie asks gently once your lips part, soothing your hip with his big hand. You keen into the touch, loving the feeling of how soft his hand was, unwinding how tight you felt with nerves.

"You don't have to do anything you don't wanna do, pretty boy." You start, and Eddie's eyebrows furrow at you, "You can finger me, if you wanna? You can just stick to rubbing my clit, though."

Eddie doesn't humor you with a reply, simply tucking his fingers under the waistband of your leggings to drag them down your legs and off in one swift motion. You raise a brow as he goes to strip his jeans off as well, leaving him in a pair of tight black boxers which you swear you've never seen him wear before.

They leave nothing to the imagination - you sit up on your forearms for a better look at his half hard cock already straining a little. You catch it kicking up in interest as you stare at it with wide eyes.

"Theyre - they're new." Eddie stutters over his words, flushing a dark shade of red and there's the Eddie you know all too well, all flustered and embarrassed.

"They look great, Eddie." You say with a strained voice, gasping as he slides back onto the bed and in between your spread thighs, only your respective underwear and shirts blocking your touch. "I still have a tampon in so that I, like, don't leak everywhere."

Eddie slides his palm over your hot cunt, eliciting another small gasp from you. It makes you feel, well, weird. And kind of dirty. But he doesn't seem to care, as his fingers pull the material of your panties to the side and he dips the tips in between your folds, seeking out the tampon string.

"Can I take it out?" He asks, eyes wide in earnest as if he doesn't realize how strange and weird of a request it is. You cringe a little, falling onto your back so you don't have to look at him whilst you nod your head yes.

It's not like you to be so mortified by something so normal, always one to not be a priss and try anything at least once. This just makes you feel vulnerable, and Eddie is so inexperienced that it makes you question if he knows that this isn't necessarily 'normal' to do during sex.

You throw your forearm over your eyes and squeeze them shut as you feel Eddie's fingers grab the string and tug your tampon out gently, then the telltale sign of him lifting off the mattress, clearly leaving to dispose of it.

His footsteps come back quickly; you feel the bed dip as he gets back onto it and snug back in between your spread legs. Then, you gasp as he runs two fingers back in between your folds, this time to slide them through and gather some slickness.

You let your arm fall from your face, plucking up the courage to finally look back at him and he's smiling with this dumb look on his face. It makes your cunt clench around nothing - you didn't realize through all your nervousness that you were clearly into this, slick mixing in with your menstrual blood to make things extra wet.

Eddie doesn't seem to care about the blood at all, swirling his fingers around like you'd previously taught him to, finally catching them on your clit and rubbing in slow circles. He leans over the top of you, mouth against your neck to press a sweet kiss, "Does this feel good?"

You nod your head, shivering at the feeling of his breath on your soft skin, goosebumps blooming down your arms. He probably didn't mean for his words to sound dirty, but they did, made you flush warm with want for him.

His fingers slip through the mixture of fluids with ease, rubbing relentlessly on your clit until you're a whining, shaking mess under him. Somehow, this feels more intense than it ever has before, and you can't tell if that's because of you being on your period, Eddie taking the lead or a mixture of both.

"E-Eddie," You choke, hips jolting up of their own accord, a loud whine escaping your lips, suddenly you're aware of how submissive you're being but you can't find it in you to care, "f-feels so good, Eddie."

"Yeah?" He asks, fingers rubbing at your clit with purpose, clearly trying to get you there and it's working, "Y'gonna come?"

Eddie can sound so dirty without even trying and you feel your cunt clench, can feel your warm fluids dripping down your ass, pooling there and probably making such a mess. It shouldn't be as hot as it is, you shouldn't be as turned on as you are, but it feels so dirty and Eddie loves it more than you do and it's making your brain short circuit.

You nod your head, squeezing your eyes shut but Eddie's free hand grips at your jaw, shaking your head a little until your eyes reopen to see him staring at you intently, "Look at me whilst I finger you, sweetheart. Wanna see you come undone on my hands."

You gasp, the coil in your belly tightening at Eddie's vulgar words, the loud slick sounds of your cunt being violated by his hands filling the air and engulfing all of your senses. Your mouth opens in a soundless moan and Eddie sees that as an opportunity to shove his thumb in your mouth.

"Suck on it." He says it like it's casual and like he's told you to do it before, the way you obey and immediately begin licking and sucking at his calloused fingertip makes you question yourself, but then his fingertips dig into your cheeks a little rough and any thought leaves your brain.

Your body feels like a livewire, tummy tensing up impossibly tighter. You're looking into Eddie's glassy dark eyes, his puffy pink lips open slightly as he stares you down, feeling every catch and drag of his fingers on your clit and you're a goner. Your orgasm hits you like a freight train and you're biting down gently on Eddie's thumb, moaning and squeezing your eyes tight as you come so hard you see stars.

"That's my girl." Eddie grins, rubbing your clit slowly as he works you through it, not stopping until you're trying to clench your legs shut from oversensitivity.

You open your eyes again just in time to catch him wiping his fingers on the towel below you, a creamy dark pink colour staining the grey fabric. You're still trying to catch your breath, can feel your shirt clinging to your back with sweat.

You grab Eddie by the front of his own shirt and pull him down to kiss you, all needy as you gasp into his open mouth, tongue lapping in to drag against his own.

Eddie moans, shuddering against you as his hands roam up under your shirt, soothing the hot, damp skin under his fingertips. You slide your own hand down his torso, grabbing at a handful of his hard cock through his boxers and squeezing until he bucked into your hand with a whine.

You're honestly surprised he didn't come in his pants again, it seemed to be a running theme with him. Not that you minded, you liked having that power over him.

"Can I..." Eddie breathes into your mouth, cut off with another groan as you attacked his neck, nipping and sucking hard enough to leave a bruise, "Can I fuck you?"

You nod into his neck, hands deftly sliding over the waistband of his boxers, blindly tugging them down his thighs as you continued your assaults on his pale skin.

You grab a hold of his cock by the base when it springs out of his underwear, giving it a few quick tugs for good measure, which has Eddie shivering and almost collapsing on top of you. You slide the wet head of his dick in between your folds, shuddering at the wet sounds as it catches on your entrance.

Eddie has no patience and shoves his hips forward, sliding into you with ease. He grips at your hips tightly, sucking in a shaky breath as he bottoms out, "Jesus, you're so fucking wet."

You clench around his cock at his words and he positively mewls, pulling out a little and thrusting back into you, eyes tearing away from you to look down at where your bodies meet, the absolute mess you're both making. He's so mesmerized, watching how your cunt sucks him in so well with every thrust, "Your pussy is so greedy."

It tumbles out like word vomit, but there's no embarrassment in Eddie's eyes when yours fly open to look at him, watch him looking at your cunt with hearts in his eyes. You cry out, hips bucking of their own accord as his thrusts pick up, finally gaining a good rhythm and abusing your gspot with ease.

"Harder, Eddie, please," You gasp, tears pricking at your eyes as he doubles down his efforts and leans over you, fucking into you harder, faster than before. His curls are matted to his forehead, this wild look on his face as you lean up to brush his hair back, fingers gripping into it at the crown of his head so your foreheads are touching, "You're so fucking pretty like this."

Eddie lets out a shaky laugh, grinning like the Cheshire cat, "Don't say that, I'm gonna come." He grits his teeth, hips beginning to falter and stutter.

Your soft spot is being abused by his cock, grazing at it with every thrust and you too feel your orgasm impending on you, "Come with me then. Come in my wet pussy."

Eddie whimpers, that in turn makes your cunt throb around him and he's shoving his cock into you so hard you move up the bed a little, the slick sounds invading your senses and making you clench sporadically until you're coming with a loud shout of his name.

"Fuckfuckfuck, god you're so tight, fuck." Eddie's babbling nonsense, clearly struggling at the feeling of your pussy sucking him in so well, then he's coming too, hips stilling as his eyes roll into the back of his head.

You watch him in awe, you don't think you'll ever get fed up of watching him come undone inside of you the way that he does. He's so perfect it makes you feel like you're suffocating every time you look at him.

He collapses down on top of you, breathing heavily as you pet his hair gently, soothing him quietly, "I think I'm in love with you, fuck."

"I'm in love with me too." You say jokily, trying to hide the way your words come out panicky, though you're sure Eddie can hear your heart going a million miles an hour under his head.

Eddie barks out a laugh into your chest, snuggling up a little, "You'll say it back eventually." He shrugs, nonchalantly like he could care less that you brushed off his confession.

Little did he know how much you'd been in love with him from the day you set your eyes on him. But that was a conversation for another day.

"Yeah, yeah. We need to get up before these towels stain your bed." You giggle, "That was... perfect, by the way. Thank you for always taking such good care of me."

"So long as your cramps are a bit better." Eddie sighs sleepily, snuggling into you a little more. You lie there a bit longer before you're shoving him out of the bed to clean up, worried he'd fall asleep in the mess.

If you followed him into the shower and sucked his cock clean later, then nobody needed to know.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female!reader #stranger things fic #stranger things imagine #my fanfic #joseph quinn fic #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn x reader #virgin!eddie #virgin!eddie munson

[showstopper35]

random hazbin hotel headcanons

a/n: the degree to which I am obsessed with Lucifer is not okay. I was an Alastor girlie since day one and now all of that has left the chat. I need help. you guys have no idea someone please stop me I am begging to be saved please-

lucifer says everyone's names wrong on purpose, unless he likes you

adam listens to hollywood undead

lute has a collection of chad memes with adam's face photoshopped over them

lucifer has seen the ducktales show 8 times

alastor has a phone with only charlie and rosie's number in it and one app: the iheartradio app. he got it only because of the name.

Vox cracks his screen once every few months and has to get it replaced. It's a similar process to plastic surgery for him. good thing he's rich.

vaggie used to shop at hot topic

sir pentious is farsighted

cherri bomb's favourite band is motley crue and i will fight anyone who says otherwise. she went to one of their shows a week before she died.

sir pentious made the egg bois little outfits

charlie drinks glasses of just milk and husk judges her every time

husk has the ultimate dad sneeze

alastor and charlie sometimes go to karaoke bars and sing musical theatre songs while the rest of the crew gets drunk

angel has orchestrated dozens of playdates between keekee and fat nuggets. keekee does not care but she is fat nugget's bff in his heart

angel really likes going to aquariums

alastor got nifty a pair of rollerskates. vaggie took them away after 5 minutes

nifty eats oranges whole without peeling them

nifty can't read

vaggie had an embarrassing anime phase

charlie still sometimes gets her anime merch. she secretly likes it.

angel has a drag account on tiktok. sometimes husk appears on it in the background

angel is a diehard nicki minaj fan and threw a party for her new album

#hh #helluvaverse #helluva boss #hazbin #hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #i'm not kidding i would do anything for him to make me whimper #i mean uh what who said that #charlie morningstar #alastor #hazbin hotel headcanons #hazbin hotel lucifer #husk #angel dust #huskerdusk #vaggie #chaggie #u guys ever think about how chaggie sounds like a slur #or is that just me

[wa1ks]

𓆩♱𓆪 introduction! 𓆩♱𓆪

Hi! I'm waiks!

stuff about me!: she/they, leo, istp, drummer, guitarist, band shirt collector, horror movie enjoyer, metalhead, cats>dogs, james hetfield girlie

Bands i'll write for: metallica, megadeth, guns n' roses, motley crue, hanoi rocks, soundgarden, alice in chains, pearl jam (just about anyone as long as it isn't marilyn manson or poison)

I will write just about anything as long as it isn't too obscure (shit, piss, cnc, kinks) all you gotta do is ask!

Obviously this is a minor free area, and if you are a minor please remove yourself from my blog! I can't force you to, but it is advised!

I am free most of the time however, I do go to school and If an ask is not responded too that quickly it probably means i'm at school :((

If you ever need to talk about anything i'll always be here to listen to you!! I promise I'm nice :]

Anyways, have a good day/night wherever you are in the world and I hope you enjoy my blog!!

#james hetfield #papa het #metallica #kirk hammett #kirk hammett smut #james hetfield smut #metallica smut #dave mustaine smut #megadeth #megadeth smut #lars ulrich #cliff burton #jason newsted #robert trujillo #lars ulrich smut #jason newsted smut #marty friedman #nick menza #guns n roses #dave mustaine #axl rose #steven adler #duff mckagan #slash gnr #saul hudson #gnr #izzy stradlin #izzy gnr #motley crue #tommy lee

[smutson]

The Bet

Summary: After making a bet with your best friend Robin to finally tell your crushes you like them, a party at Steve's seemingly a great time to do it, the night ends with more than you were expecting.

Warnings: drinking, smoking, drug dealing, kissing.

Word count: 3.6k

Will probably only make this one part but might do two if anyone wants :)

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“Y/N! Stop bouncing your leg! It’s making me nervous!” Robin says with a laugh as you look down at your leg and abruptly stop shaking it. “Sorry. I’m kinda shitting bricks here.” You respond with a sheepish smile. Robin throws herself onto her bed with a chuckle and slaps her hands to her eyes. “Yeah…I kinda am too. Why did we agree to do this again?” “Because we need to grow up and finally tell them and Harrington’s party is a great excuse to do it.” You reply with a glance to the mirror on top of her dark blue dresser. Your hair is very curly for the occasion and Robin helped make it even bigger, reporting that teasing is her only girly skill since all it takes is a hairbrush and repressed anger issues.

A week ago, you both agreed that it is finally time to admit to your crushes your feelings, and what can you say, teamwork makes the dreamwork and the fear of rejection a little more manageable, especially at a party filled to the brim with alcohol. For Robin, Vickie from band. And for you? Your best friend of 3 years, Eddie Munson. The thought of your confession ruining your friendship kept the truth at bay for years, but the buildup of pain keeping it in has caused has been worse. So after a drunken sleepover with Robin last week, you both agreed it was finally time and doing it together seemed like the best way to get through it, whatever the outcome.

“She just keeps making me feel like I’m going crazy and imagining all these little hints because she keeps getting back together with the spawn of satan himself and I can’t do it anymore.” Robin rambles and glances over to you sitting on her golden chair in front of her dresser. “Y/N. You’re doing it again.” “What? Oh.” You say and cease the rapid fire bouncing of your leg. The party started an hour ago and yet both you and Robin kept finding excuses to stay barricaded in her bedroom. The Duran Duran song you were listening to came to a smooth halt and you both lock eyes and know it’s time to suck it up and get in the car. With a sigh Robin pushes herself off her bed and extends a hand to you, which you grab with a grumble. She swings open her bedroom door and gives a quick hug to her mom standing in the kitchen stirring food in a pot before shuttling us both out the door with a fast goodbye. Outside, your black hearse is sitting crookedly on the curb, awaiting you and Robins equally shared nerves expectantly.

Shit. Let’s get this over with. You glance over to Robin and grab her clammy hand and pull her towards your car. Once inside, ignition roaring to life, and your favorite Motley Crue album blaring, you speed off down the street to Harringtons. The drive is filled with Robin’s rambles about Vickie and how she is trying to mentally prepare being turned down. You turn towards her, lowering the music, and give her a light tug on her shoulder. “If we’re going to do this, we have to be confident and just trust that whatever to happens will happen. Trust me. And no matter the level of nerves, nothing a couple shots can’t do to calm those shits right down.” You say joking sheepishly, trying to follow your own advice as your hands start tapping the steering wheel anxiously. The rest of the drive is filled with both of you attempting to excite yourselves by singing the entirety of Don’t you forget about me, top volume. The singing with your best friend calmed the stress and butterflies rising in your chest, but once Harrington’s mansion pulled into view, both of you abruptly stopped the obnoxious belting.

“Fuck me.” You whisper under your breath. Not only had it been weeks since you’ve been to a big party like this, something that already wasn’t your scene, but with the added mission at hand, your bullshit brave façade had melted down to nothing. You quickly scan down the road looking for Eddie’s van, but the massive amount of cars pulled into every curb alongside the street made it impossible to tell if he was already here. With one last glance at Robin, you both open the car doors and start walking up to the stairs leading to the front porch. Classmates you’ve barely spoken to are already puking over the side of the railing off Steve’s porch, others excitedly making out, and football players drunkenly wrestling on the front yard. Steve always knew how to give his classmates a great time. Guess he wasn’t called the King of Hawkins High for nothing.

Walking up the wooden steps, you spot a guy from your Chemistry class standing by the door, smoking. With another glance around the yard, you turn towards Robin and stutter out, “Do you think he’s even here?” Robin glances over both shoulders and replies with a smirk and gestures to your classmate. “Y/N! You came! Man you weren’t kidding when you said Munson has the best shit in town. I have only taken a few hits and I can feel everything. Tell him I will buy any shit he has man” he slurs and pats you on the back, a little harder than necessary. “I take that as a yes! Seems like Munson’s here already.” Robin chuckles, resulting in the first genuine smile from you all night. You give your stoned classmate a sarcastic salute and push open the door to Steve’s house.

Inside can only be described as a total warzone. Red solo cups line the floor, beer bottles set haphazardly on any available surface, practically begging to be spilled, and people. God damn are there people everywhere. Robin grabs your shoulders from behind you and steers you directly to the kitchen, both ready for a little liquid confidence. Inside the kitchen is a countertop island with every liquor, chaser and beer you could imagine. Even the occasional wine bottle, no doubt nicked from his parents personal collection. “Christ. Harrington probably has more alcohol here than all the local liquor stores combined” you snort as you take in the choices of what drink to start with. You reach for a lukewarm beer, when you glance over into the entryway to the living room and see him.

Giant Dio patch adorning his torn jean jacket and broad shoulders and hair even wavier than normal. Eddie is talking to a group of jocks and handing them two separate baggies from within his trademark lunchbox, snatching a wad of cash in return. He kisses the cash and nods to them, turning his face towards the kitchen. You quickly look down at the beer in your hand and switch to a shot of cheap vodka instead, feeling his eyes finding you in the crowd. Robin snorts and takes the discarded beer you set down from the counter and takes a swig. “Incoming” she says with a burp. With no shot glasses to be seen, you grab a solo cup and pour a splash of the clear, strong liquid into you cup. That looks like enough for a shot right? Maybe a lil too much. Aww fuck it.

Eddie saunters into the kitchen with his arms raised. “How’s my two favorite ladies doing on this fine evening?” He asks excitedly and slumps on the counter besides you. He smells of cheap beer, leather, and the oh so familiar scent of weed, that accompanies him wherever he goes like a ghost. “Well, ya know, tonight seemed like an ideal night to destroy my liver with this shot.” You joke back and show him the liquid sloshing in your cup. “Jesus Y/N. That looks more like a double to me, but hey, if you’re ballsy enough to do it, I shall partake as well.” He says with a wink while grabbing a half empty bottle of whiskey from the counter, pouring himself a large swig. You glance at Robin and give her your best puppy dog eyes you can manage and she sighs in response. “Fine! I’ll take one too but only because our bet was my bad idea, so I guess I kinda deserve this bad idea” “What bet?” Eddie chuckles as Robin drops her cup to the floor the second she grabbed it. Your face heats up with his question and you scramble to find an answer.

“All will be revealed in good time kind sir.” You spurt out and hold the cups up to them both trying desperately to change the topic. “But first, liquid confidence. Or poison. Ya know, same thing I guess” you giggle, trying to ease the butterflies building in your belly from Eddie’s question. They both cheers to your cup in the air, and you all slam it back. Harsh, liquid rushing down your throat, combined with the familiar rubbing alcohol smell makes your stomach lurch. Dribbles of vodka run down your chin. Yeah. That was for sure a double. Suddenly the song booming from the living room changes to Head over Heels by Tears for Fears, one of your known favorites, but before you can drag both of them to the living room to dance, Vickie walks into the kitchen. At the sight of her, your eyes dart to Robin whose face immediately turn a bright shade of pink. Vickie waves to Robin, who in return, knocks her now empty cup off the counter yet again while attempting to raise her hand to wave back. You giggle and shove her a tad, attempting your best to ease your best friend’s very blatant flustered state.

“Hey Vickie! I heard you got moved to first chair! That’s awesome!” You throw out, trying to ease the awkwardness with the first random fact you knew about Vickie from being in marching band with her and Robin. “I did! I’m super excited about it!” She gushes happily, with a bright smile. “Yeah that’s so great Vick, I’m proud of you.” Robin grins back with a nod, cheeks still flushed, resulting in an even bigger grin from Vickie and a thank you. She grabs herself a beer and walks off to the living room with a smile towards Robin. This is when both you and Eddie death glare Robin and gesture with your eyes to follow her. She returns the response with an exaggerated and over dramatic grin and grabs a beer, leaving the kitchen.

“So I never thought I’d see Munson at a huge house party thrown by the Harrington himself.” You say with a giggle, poking Eddie in the chest. “Well, you see my dear, Stevie-boy has a lot of rich friends. And these friends are in desperate need for…my services.” He smirks, tapping his trademark black steel lunch box. “How much have you dealt?” “Well…” he says flipping over the top of box. “This was filled to the brim about an hour ago and now there’s about a half ounce left!” Eddie finishes proudly, taking another swig of beer. “Gotta love sheltered rich kids.” “Hate them, but adore their parents’ money.” He says flashing you his signature grin.

Over the next 20 minutes, you and Eddie have deep dived into a conversation about Aerosmith, his newest campaign, and jokes about the first time you drank together, all of which his hand gestures become more and more animated. A trait about him that has always spawned a warmth in your heart at his level of passion. After another shot together, this one very much a single, a group of out of place and awkward looking freshman walk up next to Eddie, nerves visible on their faces. “Hey Eddie!” One of the spurts out a little too over animatedly, his braces flashing. Eddie glances back at them with a blank expression on his face and raises his brows, expectedly. “Shit…sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt your conversation with you girlfriend. I’m Ryan and this is Trevor and Kirk. We uhh…” the freshman flushes, gesturing to his even more anxious looking friends for support. “We were wondering if we could buy some uh weed? Just like a joint or something???”

Eddie stands up, dropping his hands onto his thighs, now towering over the terrified freshman. “So. You interrupted a conversation with my lovely girlfriend here, so you can buy a single joint?” He asks flatly, gesturing to you. “I must say boys, cutting my conversion short will result in an upcharge.” Eddie eggs on, resulting in the freshman to glance nervously at each other, the one in the front nodding and trying to show his bravery. “Yeah sure man, thats cool.” He stutters out pulling out a crumpled wad of cash from his pant pocket. Eddie glances to you with a twinkle in his eye resulting in a giggle from you and stares back at the boys, intimidating presence back once again. “10$” Eddie spits out. The freshman counts the wad of pills and hands him the money in return for the single joint from within the lunchbox. “Pleasure doin business with ya.” Eddie chuckles, setting the boys at ease as they walk out of the kitchen, marveling at the upcharged joint in hand.

“Wow. Using me as a way to get more money. Tsk tsk Munson. I expected better” you chuckle when his big grin greets you. “Thank you m’lady.” He says bowing dramatically towards you and grabbing his open can of beer from the counter top. “Oh!” He says, eyes lighting up in mischievous excitement. “Since we’re here at Harrington’s, do you wanna do a little mission with me?” His question takes you aback a bit but the fun of whatever he has planned reels you in quickly. “Of course I would.” You answer and Eddie takes your hand and leads you to the staircase by the front door. Beer in hand and Eddie’s ring clad fingers in the other, you blissfully walk up the stairs, nerves starting to bubble deep within your stomach at the sensation of his hand in yours. Once upstairs, Eddie lets go and starts opening bedroom doors glancing around for something. “Shit I know you’re hiding here somewhere.” He says and keeps pulling open doors, the last one being very obviously Steve’s bedroom. “A-hah!” Eddie grins excitedly and gestures for you to follow him into Steve’s room. “What are we doing here?” “Well Y/N. Since we’re here, I have always been curious on the amount of hair product The King of Hawkins high plasters to his hair. So our mission is to find out” Eddie tells you, taking another swig of beer, and walking towards what appears to be a bathroom within his room. You laugh and skip over to him and take in the sheer amount of hair products lining Steve’s bathroom counter. Sprays, gels, and a hairbrush you’re sure you own yourself all sit messily on display. Eddie laughs loudly and picks up a can.

“Farrah Fawcett spray?? What the hell Harrington” he says showing you the can and cackling. You burst out into giggles and snatch the spray from him and take in the sight. Jesus. He’s right. Both you and Eddie laugh together until you’re both red in the face walking out of the bathroom. He sits down on the floor, leaning against Steve’s bed still giggling like a child while taking a hearty drink of beer. You plop down beside him. “Now we know the King’s secret, I’m not sure what to do with this information.” You tell Eddie with a smile as he hands you his beer. You take a swig of the lukewarm liquid and relax against the side of the bed. His shoulder brushing against yours. “So quick question.” Eddie blurts out. You raise your eyebrows and take another sip as he continues. “What bet was Robin talking about earlier?”

Oh shit. The question stops you in your tracks with the beer can resting on your lips. Heat rushes up your cheeks as you know the truth is about to flood out of you like a damn breaking. Potentially destroying your blissful friendship with one of your best friends in its wake. Fuck me. Now or never. You think and hope Robin will be able to help pick up the broken pieces once you tell him. “Well…” you start, hands growing increasingly clammy. “We made a bet…that tonight we would tell both of our crushes we like them.” Eddie now seems to be the one stopped in his tracks. His face grows more serious and his dark brown eyes flit across the room, avoiding yours. “So…who’s the lucky guy? Have you told him yet?” He asks, a strange darkening in his voice. Shit. Shit. Shit. Word vomit coming full speed ahead. You swallow and continue. No going back now. “I am currently in the process of doing so at this very moment.” Eddie snaps his head towards you, but you’re unable to look him in the eyes. Not yet. Shame already piling onto your face and eating at your conviction from earlier in the night. He gently grabs the beer from your hand and takes a drink, still stunned speechless. Nice one. I knew this would fucking happen. He can’t even say anything to you. The embarrassment and regret is building too fast now and you feel tears start to build behind your eyelashes, causing you to bolt up. Not wanting him to see you like this over him.

“Shit sorry. I uh…made it weird didn’t I? Look let's pretend I never said that and get back to the party….and the drinks.” You sputter out and make a beeline for the bedroom door. Eddie swiftly stands up and grabs your hand before you can twist the door knob. “No. Shit. Sorry that uh..just kinda took me by surprise is all.” He pauses before continuing. “You…like me?” This time you turn around and actually look at him and are shocked to see a small smile pulling at his lips. Is he making fun of you? Anger starts to build on top of your growing embarrassment and suddenly your confidence is back and furious. “Yes Eddie! I always have! I know it’s ridiculous so please stop smiling at me like that! I never should have said anything. This is stupid!” He grabs your other hand and pulls you towards him. The movement takes you by surprise as you are hit with the closeness of his chest. His smell. His smile. “Y/N…I have been waiting to hear those words leave your mouth since we met.” Eddie says, grin growing and dimples popping out.

Oh. Oh? OH! Fucking what??? That took a turn you were not expecting and didn’t even let the possibility enter your mind. “Wait…” you say, all harshness leaving your voice and cautious nervousness replacing it. “You…feel the same?” You ask shakily, looking up into his eyes, hazy from the weed and pupils blown at the sight of you. “Always have sweetheart.” Eddie replies and brushes a curl from out of your eyes with the tips of his fingers. “Well why didn’t you say anything?” “Same reason I’m guessing why you never did.” He tells you, hands moving from your hands to your forearms, biceps, shoulders then to cup your face. Chills sweep your body and a shiver runs down your spine at his touch. This new kind of touch. Your chest swells and the urge to kiss him is so adamant in your mind, as aggressive as the need to breath. Your faces are only inches away from each other and you can feel his breathe on your cheeks. You can’t take it anymore.

Years of dreaming of this, doodling and writing about it in your journal, pining over him to Robin all collide in one moment as you push your lips to meet his, closing the distance between you two. His soft lips meet yours impatiently and you can tell he’s been thinking about this as well. You draw your hands up to his head and brush your fingers through his hair down to the nape of his neck. Goosebumps arise on his skin at your touch, and a warmth flows between your legs at the sensation. The kiss deepens and all you can think, feel and smell is Eddie. Your torsos clash against each other as you both pull in closer. He walks backwards with you still hooked to him and you land clumsily on the bed together. Eddie climbs on top of you and you grab him down closer, never breaking from his mouth. Have his shoulders always been this broad? Hooking your legs to his waist, you feel him hard against your inner thigh. Fuck. Did you need him right now. He grinds down on top of your center and moans against your mouth. The sound sends more shivers down your body and gather in between your legs. His hands slide down your side and hold hold your chest against his. A soft moan escapes your lips but you’re too heated and excited to leave any room for embarrassment. The sound causes Eddie’s hips to buck towards you as he grinds deeper into you.

Suddenly, and far too soon, the door slams open and Steve is standing in the doorway. You both quickly pull away from the kiss finally and stare back at his dumbfounded expression. “Oh my god…uhm. Please stop trying to make little Munsons in my bed. Upstairs is off limits.” Steve says trying to avert his eyes from the mess of limbs between you and Eddie. Steve has his hands on his hips and points with his thumb behind him to the rest of the party. Eddie, who sits up and helps you stand off the bed, giggles like a child at the sight of you, red faced and drunk off of him before turning towards the door, grabbing your hand. He claps Steve on his shoulder before leaving the bedroom. “Sorry Ms. Fawcett. Won’t happen again.”

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie x y/n #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things #stranger things eddie #x reader #female reader #fluff

[canongf]

my top artist on spotify this year was motley fuckin' crue so i'm very happy to announce that your local hair metal girlie is in fact still your local hair metal girlie <3

#if u add up the minutes #i spent 6 straight days listening to them #don't look at me #live

[cbrosa-archived]

I love all your Billy HCs they deserve more notes! What are his favorite 80s bands and who do you think he'd have crushes on?

gosh tysm!! 🥺🤍🤍

motley crue - some people say he'd be a tommy lee or a nikki sixx groupie and i say he'd be a groupie of both. nikki as a sag sun and billy as an aries sun? he’d live for the chaotic fire sign match energy. tommy is that tall libra drummer greek god that would have his mouth foaming for.

guns n roses - easy, he is a an izzy straddlin girly. izzy is that quiet introvert aries he’d adore for his extrovert aries vibe he’d die to have a song writen about him by izzy!. after him i can see him having a thing for slash, duff and steven adler. axl is more like his inspiration icon in the personal, family trauma matter, style and hard work ethic but at the same time he’d fight him so bad lmao

INXS - i know i know not metal but still rock & roll af and eighties enough for billy to vibe with. he is beyond infatuated with michael hutchence he'd so believe he was his perfect muse ok bye he wished he wrote never tear us apart about him.

bon jovi - wants to get railed by the entire band specially jon and richie.

ratt - he daydreams he’s married to stephen pearcy in another life. periodt.

winger - bestie, kip winger is his main rock & roll love. if he hears anyone saying they find him unattractive he would so bully you for that and honestly he’d so have the right for that because this is kip fucking winger. he’s also his hair and aesthetic icon.

poison - his thot energy increased after seeing the sex tape of brett michaels and pamela anderson do i need to continue elaborating on that one.

dokken - same as bon jovi, would kill to get railed by don and george.

L.A. guns - i once readed here someone posting that he jerks off to kelly nickels. which is something i didn't think i needed to know until then so yes that is canon

cinderella - he is loud and excited claiming he’d look so cute with tom keifer okay. heather, robin, carol, max, el and chrissy would kill anyone that tells him otherwise

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove headcanon #cheri answers #billy hargrove antis dni #just... #give billy the rock & roll groupie vixen lifestyle!! he would thrive above and beyond through it #also not me projecting one particular crush of mine of all these fucking bands to him lmfaooo #guess which one #ask #answered #i honestly thought no one cared about my billy brainrot things lmfao or maybe its my anxiety once again #but tysm this made my entire day enjoy!!!! #in this blog we ignore metallica i don't know her

[elsfleur]

i genuinely believe ellie and abby would like rock and metal bands. they love some black sabbath, iron maiden, van halen, deep purple, metallica, led zeppelin, motley crue, & etc….

LIKE I COULD TALK ABT THIS FOR HOURS

babe… if you can talk about this for hours message me please i swear im doing a playlist thing for the both of them so i can get the vibes and write them but im a soft indie and sad pop girlie who at best had an emo phase in 2012 like i need the help and the recs cause theyre for sure not listening to taylor swift- maybe boygenius though

#˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔!

[narrators-journal]

could i get a hunter x hunter match up? im bi but have a heavy preference for men (unfortunately…)

i’m 5’6, have a marilyn monroe/curvy body shape, i wear green bigger framed glasses, i always have a merlot coloured nail polish and lipstick on, and i have long ginger hair. (i dyed it this colour no one come for me saying i don’t have a soul pls)

I laugh at anything and everything so it’s not hard to make me giggle. (does that make me bubbly? i think my friends would disagree)

i’m very blunt and directly to the point. i won’t sugarcoat anything if i wanna say something i’ll say it. and if i don’t like somebody you can tell.

i love music, i can play guitar (electric and acoustic) piano, ukulele, and tin whistle. my favourite artists are taylor swift, noah kahan, madi diaz, and motley crue.

my favourite colours are sage green and a merlot cherry red colour. my favourite movies are dirty dancing and knives out.

my style/aesthetic is 70s/hippie or like a downtown indie 2000s girl there’s no in between im afraid.

i usually always have eyeliner or some form of makeup on and i love being girly and a stereotypical girl. i’m all over that shit.

my tried and true type is emo/punk/metal boys who are taller than me. i love when men have tattoos, and long hair makes me buckle at the knees. (you don’t have to pay attention to this i just thought i’d share…)

hopefully this is enough to give me a matich up because i can’t think of anything else! tysm:)

I'll put the match-up under the cut bc I went ahead and paired you with someone who's pretty late in the anime. So, if you aren't around the chimera ants arc, be very aware that this dude comes from around that time! Read with caution! I also do not have a good recollection of hxh details, so sorry if this isn't accurate lol.

So, I'm real rusty on hunter x hunter match ups, I should probably honestly take it off the list at this point. But, from what I do remember of it is, you'd probably like Kite?

Admittedly there aren't a lot of guys that I can recall that are emo/punk that wouldn't be awful when paired with your blunt nature. The only other option I can think of is Feitan. Who would blow up like a motherfucker at your no-nonesense, bluntness because he too is rather direct and sharp, and you two just seem like you'd fight.

Kite though! Seems the type to appreciate a blunt woman who takes care of herself. Sure, he's asocial, and may be more akin to Hisoka with a stray cat demeanor, but he's not such an ass that your more giggly humor can't endear him to you. After all, he's had a pretty rough time of things it seems, a more humorous partner who can laugh at anything might be able to cheer him up. Plus the only other emo character I can think of is Killua, who is a child lol, or Illumi. So, your type-fitting options are a bit slim in my recollection. But! I hope you don't mind this choice for you!

#hxh #hunter x hunter #match-up #rusty #Kite from hxh #ask

[howtobycvfuz]

How to dress like a rockstar girlfriend?

Hi there, it's vamp here, just your average fashion lunatic;)

Today I'm here to break down the rockstar girlfriend aesthetic that's been on trend recently. So let's get started!!

First things first wardrobe essentials:

The rockstar girlfriend aesthetics main colors are black, red(burgundy), and white. In this clothing style, there's a lot of lace, sheer materials, furs, leather, animal prints, layering, graphic tees(baby tees, crop tops), mini dresses or slip dresses, and lots of low-rise like jeans, mini or midi skirts. As I said leather is a must whether it's leather jackets, leather pants, leather tops, etc. As this lifestyle/aesthetic captures the 70s vibes of groupie life with a modern update. Accessorizing the outfit is one of the most important parts of the fashion world. Rings, layered necklaces, belts, fishnets, sunglasses. Shoes: Platforms, heels, combat boots, loafers, knee-high boots, converse, or some old-school sneakers. Pureses, small or big. Doesn't really matter, it just has to fit our cigarettes, lipstick, and digital cameras.

For makeup, we are gonna do a smokey eye look and burgundy lips. The messier the better. Metallic eyeshadow, glitter, matte makeup, mostly full glam. Because we wanna look sexy and mysterious to lure those rockstars. Big hair is a must. The bigger the better, lots of layers and Messines.

Rockstar girlies listen to rock, punk rock, alternative, and even metal like glam otherwise referred to as hair metal. Here are some great rock or metal bands you should try out:

Blondie

Nirvana

Hole

Ramones

The Clash

L7

Motley Crue (one of my favs!!)

Guns 'N Roses

So I guess this is pretty much all of it. I hope you enjoyed my first blog entry and please comment on what other styles do you want me to break down!

Xoxo bbyvamp

#fashion #rockstar #blog #trends #style #aesthetic

[junkyardromeo]

they really went 'oh no I have to listen to motley crue in a show where the main character is the drummer of motley crue'

just....don't watch it then?

FOR REAL like girlie its fine to not like mötley crüe but. dont go watch the show about mötley crüe and then complain that its got mötley crüe in it 😭

#arnold

[hawkinshellraiser]

😡  - A song that embodies my muse’s aggression/angst

🎶 - A song that gets the mun into the muse’s headspace

💿 - A random song from my playlist, and an explanation of how my it could relate to my muse 

music based muse questions

😡 - helter skelter by motley crue

I grew up a beatles girlie and I think he and I have that in common

🎶 - for whom the bell tolls by metallica

I have a season 5 oc ive never written a single word ab but have so many headcanons and I have a scene in my head that's the first hint we would get of eddie being alive and this song plays over it in my head

💿 - gay thoughts by the growlers

eddie if he had the typical midwesterner style

#🖤 / hawkinswitch #🖤 / eddie answers #🖤 / lyrics that i think of when i’m high: playlist

[prettyboyrose1974]

Who’s gonna tell the Motley Crue girlies on tiktok that Nikki slept with a 16 year old and bragged about it in his book