Dating Eddie Munson HC [part Two]

Dating Eddie Munson HC [part two]

pairing: Eddie Munson x female!reader

fandom: Stranger Things

note: can't get this boy outta my head, so, here's a few other headcanons about boyfriend!Eddie Munson.

warnings: cursing, female descriptions / pronouns (i think), this one's pretty tame. still proceed with maturity.

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• you cannot convince me this boy doesn't, like, do everything in his power to put a smile on your face. cracking a (bad) joke, pulling a funny face, or acting like a klutz just to see that smile on your face.

• Eddie writes poems for you. maybe not full songs (even though a few have been about you) but he likes to write you actual poetry. it was the one unit he excelled in during English because he had an array of poems at his disposal.

• some poems were left in a journal, some on scrap pieces of paper then taped on his dresser's mirror, others written to you and sent in a letter.

• this man is big on hand-written letters. you like to read? he likes to write? it fucking works for you!! he'll write you a letter for anything, too.

• bullies got him fucked up? he was writing a letter to you that he might not send for weeks because he's still adding to it. it's therapeutic. and it's not that he's not telling you when things happen but it's sometimes hard to verbalize everything. so, he writes and one day, he'll slip it to you, "you don't have to respond to it, but I want you to know these things."

• and later that evening after you've read the letter, you're at his trailer, and crawling into his lap. he might be sitting on the couch because Wayne's at work already, hands holding your thighs and up to your hips as your hands smooth his hair back, off his face.

• and you'd tell him, "I love it when you're open with me. and I want you to know, your feelings are safe with me, however you need to express them." and all sorts of reassuring things, because you didn't want to offer too much sympathy because he didn't want pity, but instead assurance that his feelings are valid, and safe.

• but he sends you letters for other reasons, too! he doesn't need much of a reason to pick up a pen.

• you save each one. i don't need to explain this, right?

• he gifts you a silver ring of your own; maybe gets you one for every year you're together. but that doesn't stop you from stealing his on the occasion, let's be clear on that.

• because in my head, Eddie doesn't do short-term. he's in it for the long term, so, he likes to go all out for anniversary's. hence the rings.

• and he loves seeing your style and his meshed together in your outfits, remember? seeing you in some ripped jeans, one of his shirts? hair done, make-up poppin', nails manicured, with - oh - what's those? shining silver rings he got you? he might swoon a little.

• and holding hands when you're wearing your rings isn't 100% comfortable at first but you both get used to it. and he even might start to fiddle with your rings sometimes, too; either when anxious or just lost in thought, he'll gently spin one of your rings around your finger.

• skin to skin contact is still a must, but laying face-to-face while gently petting over his face as if to map out his features is just soul-soothing for the both of you. "everything's quiet when I'm with you," you tell him softly, voice barely above a whisper.

• and he smiles lightly, "what do you mean, quiet, sweetheart?"

• "everything in my head, all the bullshit going on in the world," you sigh as you trace over his chest tattoo, "it's quiet when I'm with you. everything's just... so much better with you, baby."

• ah, man - he melts. you hear me? he melts. he can't help but bring you in closer to press an excited kiss to your lips. and when he pulls back, he takes only a nano-second before he's kissing you again, and again.

• because he's elated to hear those words. and you make note of that by making it a habit to reassure him of his place in your life. his insecurities run deep but he's making real progress on that because you take deep satisfaction in assuring him of your love.

• I know I said stoner!boyfriend Eddie lets you paint his nails, but can we agree that boyfriend!Eddie in general will do that? great - so, you like to paint your nails, right? and sometimes, you can't choose a color and Eddie thinks it's really cute when you get that concentrated look on your face while trying to get an even coat.

• so, he doesn't mind you painting his fingernails. he'll often have to decide the color for you because you "just can't!"

• he might try his hand out with painting your nails, too. look, Eddie can get a few tattoo sketches down, why can't he master nail art?

• don't tell anyone but he definitely has a shoe box full of photos of you guys. he got a polaroid camera when you started dating and he tries to take at least one photo every date. it's a nice homage to your relationship.

• he leaves the camera in his car so he doesn't forget it. plus, he has his own personal collection of pictures of you in his passenger seat, so, win-win. oh, there goes my heart.

• when he's missing you or after you guys have a fight, he looks through that photo box. and oh, look! he's writing you another letter! he's a simp and my mind can't be changed.

• your heart gets warm when he calls you sweetheart. you're used to him calling you baby, and don't get me wrong, it's adorable. but when he drops sweetheart in lieu of your name, you're the one melting a little.

• and you're both always holding hands or your arm's around the others shoulders. like, constantly. he's not overly adamant on PDA but that boy doesn't feel right if you're close by and he's not touching you.

• there's a height difference. and he likes to pick on you for that. he's lanky, so let's say he's taller than you; and he never, ever lets you forget it. you'll try to reach something in the cabinet above the stove while you're cooking at your house, and here comes Eddie!

• he'd let one hand move around your waist to squeeze you into his side while the other grabbed whatever you needed, "woah there, small fry, careful! you might knock yourself over stretchin' like that."

• "you think you're funny, don't you?"

• but he is funny, the little shit. his jokes are mostly corny but because you guys have history, there's a lot of inside jokes that make you both go lightheaded from laughter.

• Eddie has social anxiety that's hidden behind this macho bravado but you can tell when he's feeling uneasy.

• it's sometimes easier to just slid your hand into his and mutter quietly, "squeeze my hand if you wanna go."

• you were always quick to come up with some excuse for your abrupt departure the moment you felt him squeeze your hand. it ranged from some excuse over dinner with your mom, maybe you have a sibling that needs picked up somewhere, or there's some extended family member coming into town. no matter what, when he squeezes, you're getting him out of there.

• when the anxiety passes, he's realizing he's dating his best friend and silently thanks God because you both just read each other. you both just get it.

• he calls you his little problem solver because it doesn't matter what's going on or what he's feeling, he can turn to you. confide in you. and you know it goes both ways because he's there for you no matter what.

• when you're sick, good luck getting Eddie to go to school. you'll phone him early in the morning and tell him your symptoms before insisting you'd just stay in bed; but he's already packing a bag to hang with you for the day.

• he'd come over with snacks and Gatorade (or something) because your parents already left for work. he doesn't care if he'll get sick, too; he'll crawl in bed with you and gently massage your scalp.

• Eddie doesn't like going to school if you're not there, so, he doesn't mind playing hookie. and he gets you anything you need because he's a sweetheart like that.

• yeah, you like forehead kisses - but he likes kissing your forehead.

• mixtapes! mixtapes! mixtapes! Eddie makes you mixtapes! just imagine he's out somewhere and finds himself bobbing his head along to some song, specifically asks for the name, so later, he adds it to a mixtape 'cause he thinks you'll like it, too.

• look, sometimes his emotions get the better of him and he communicates through music.

• so, sometimes, after a fight, you'll find a cassette tape left in your mailbox when you collect the mail that day. you know it's from him without a signature, but there's usually a scribbled note on the front of the case.

• I'm sorry for what I said. I hope this can help?

• and you listen to it all night. he'll come to pick you up in the morning for school and feel anxious you wouldn't want to see him, but just as he comes to a halt, you're heading out your door.

• you spend the morning talking about whatever upset the both of you before telling him how the music made you feel. he'll tell you what the songs made him feel, and that's how you sort through your feelings over certain fights.

• we know he kills the spiders but let's face it - you probably kill the rest of the creepy crawlies. you just don't do spiders... so, he's brave for the both of you, so as long as you're brave the other times and handle other bugs.

• Eddie stops to pet dogs. (so, you both stop when you're together).

• you like to bake. and Eddie likes your creations, so, he sometimes lets you rope him into helping if you promise him the first few bites of baked goods. he can burn water but under your eye, he actually kinda likes being in the kitchen - but he likes making you sweat, so, he'll continue to give you a hard time.

• younger siblings adore him. they think Eddie's funny, and he does those goofy voices when playing with them or reading them some story. Eddie doesn't mind getting down in the dirt with them. they want him to sit next to them at dinner.

• older siblings don't approve at first but they come around because let's face it, he tries to charm them since he's intimidated by them. and they think his efforts are cute that they cut him some slack.

• does Eddie let you braid his hair? only after a joint.

• maybe you first meet 'cause you're looking for a dealer.

• maybe you meet in middle school.

• maybe you meet his first senior year.

• maybe because it's both of your favorite holiday, you meet at a halloween event wearing either accidental matching costumes (so you kinda have to hang out all night and get to know the cutie) or you're wearing perfectly opposite costumes. so, again, how can you not hang out with him all night? it was fate, you were sure of it.

• or maybe you meet because you used to babysit Mike and / or Dustin, promising to give them a ride home after Hellfire and there's Eddie, waiting to make sure the newest members get in their ride. looking too cool for school as he leans on the side of the building, and he's not as smooth talking as he wants to be but you think he's still endearing.

• look, how common was it for Eddie to find you in his hoodie? pretty freaking common. they smelled like him and he started using that fabric softener you told him about that made the material soft, so, he was used to you entering his room, dropping your belongings, and snuggling your way into a hoodie.

• Eddie is the type of boyfriend that when you pass by in the lunch room, he's wrapping his arms around your waist to tug you into his lap; greeting you with kisses on the cheek. no matter if he saw you that morning, or an hour ago, he's just happy to see you.

• all right, so, about his smell. Eddie is overly conscious about his smell - so, daily showers. and he uses that cologne you complimented because his clothes smell like cigarette and weed smoke, and together, you think it smells kinda like home. when your nose is pressed to his skin, you don't really notice the smoke smell.

• you like both coffee and tea, so, Eddie learns how to make your favorite of both. he's cute. very, very cute.

• okay, so, he likes scary movies. he jumps at all the jump scares but he laughs after. you don't mind scary movies because it's an excuse to sit in Eddie's lap and press your nose into his neck.

• man, throw a blanket across across you fools and you'll actually fall asleep during a horror movie.

• okay, when you go out to eat, you both take turns ordering something neither of you have tried before. it's a simple way for you both to try new things and push your comfort bounds.

• he goes with you when you get your first tattoo, too. holds your hand, reassures you that you're doing great, has an opened bottle of water for you, and takes peaks as the tattoo progresses. he'd make cute jokes to distract you when you'd wince in annoyed pain.

• oh, man, the dates are just cute. they're not always conventional but you both look for any excuse to hang out.

• he likes to pinch your jaw and lift your attention up to your eyes (that height difference, man). then he'd kiss you and mutter, "don't know what I did to deserve you, but good job me."

• and yeah, I mentioned it before, but he's close with your family. like, to the point when you need an extra team member for family game night, Eddie's rolling in with more flowers for your Mom and maybe a pack of candy for your sibling(s).

• let's just imagine Eddie at family meals please. he's offering to fill your plate when the peas come your way, refilling your Mom's wine glass, and teasingly taking your Dad's side during arguments.

• he'd be invited to the Christmas vacation! and he'd blush because wow - your family really accepts him. he has heart eyes the whole time.

• he's the type that takes whatever is in your hands to hold for you, too. backpack, binders, shopping bags, (sometimes) your purse, that one time he came into your job and saw you moving an inventory box - he swooped in and took it from you.

• "what're you doin' movin' something this heavy, princess? I got it, I got it."

• this boy melts when your nails rake over his back, shoulders, and obviously his scalp.

• and Eddie's the type to kiss you at any given opportunity. we know he reminds you he loves you constantly but he also looks for any opening to kiss you.

• when he gets angry, he worries that he's scared you. you never are, and you tell him as such, but he still knows that he can get intense. so, he'd take some time to just be in your presence (usually with his hands somewhere on you) before he's trying to explain why he had the kind of reaction he did.

• you appreciated the communication, so, you listened and tried to understand, empathize. your job isn't to judge him.

• he often uses his fingers to press into your cheeks. he likes to poke and hold them, sometimes squeezing to pucker your lips. oh, man, this boy is almost always touching you - it's so cute. damn it.

• Eddie's perfect, okay? cool.

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ngl i lowkey think eddie has a spit kink

omg…. “open your pretty mouth baby” you did as he told before Eddie spat in your mouth and closed it with his hand under your chin. “Swallow” he ordered while looking at you with dark eyes as you swallowed it all. He lowered his head to get as close as possible to your pussy before he spat on it, rubbing it out with his hand as you moaned at the feeling. He positioned himself over you and brought his hand to your face, giving you a nod before you spat on his hand, causing a mischievous smile to appear on his face. “Good girl” Eddie groaned in a deep voice while rubbing his dick with your spit and slowly entering you.

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Could I request some downright NASTY smutty, NSFW headcannons for Eddie Munson and the Lost Boys?

Absolutely yes

When Eddie first starts hanging around with the gang, they can all immediately tell how into you he is. They can smell it, they can hear the way his heart speeds up, they can see it in his mind…it’s very obvious to the local vampires that Eddie Munson wants you bad

so naturally they all fuck you before he gets the chance and make sure that he catches them in the act

It’s both a dominance thing and also just a way to mess with him. Like, on the one hand, they know you’re into him too and they don’t SUPER care. They’re used to sharing you. But at the same time, Eddie is still kind of an outsider, and he’s the newest member of the group, so they’re gonna make sure he knows how things work around the cave

David is the most possessive and therefore the worst about it. He loves to call you over to him while everyone is just relaxing and hanging out, and tell you SO sweetly that he would just LOVE to feel your mouth right now, kitten…

And you’re used to having an audience because you’ve got four horny vampire boyfriends so you get down on your knees out of habit and undo his pants, pulling his half-hard cock out and practically worshipping it then and there, out in the open

The others are watching hungrily. They’re pretty used to this, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t jealous and already starting to fight over who goes next

But Eddie. Poor Eddie. He is fucking SUFFERING. He can’t take his eyes off you. He’s desperately trying to hide his hard on at first, adjusting himself, changing his position as he tries to smoke his joint and pretend he doesn’t even notice, but Jesus Christ the sounds your mouth makes as you deepthroat David are fucking incredible and he is SO desperate to feel you doing that to him

Dwayne isn’t quite as into putting on a show with you. He’d rather see how loud you can moan for him when he does that special thing with his fingers and what filthy new phrases you can manage to string together as he’s fucking you just out of sight

And Eddie is just trying to ignore them, putting pillows or whatever he can over his head as he’s trying to sleep, but he just CANT ignore how amazing you sound and he has no CHOICE but to fuck his fist until he hears you cum

Marko loves leaving hickeys and bruises on you for Eddie to notice. They’re obvious and dark, and if you walk around in shorts (or just no bottoms at all) then he’ll make sure to put some handprints on your ass

And again, Eddie is jealous. HE wants to be the one leaving marks on you. HE wants to know that everyone can see who you’re with. It’s not FAIR

and Paul is all about just. Fuckin. On the couch or just up against the wall or on the floor or in Eddie’s bed so he can walk in and see the two of you. Paul is wild and fun and Eddie wishes he could join but that’s weird, right?? He can’t just do that…can he?

And then one night he finally gets so frustrated and everybody can tell. They can smell the desperation on him. You’ve been playing along with them for a while but you feel bad for Eddie, who, after all, is such a cutie, and is so nice and sweet and polite. You’ve even teased him some yourself, moaning his name when you get off alone, making sure that he can just barely hear you…but you’re getting desperate, too

The boys finally take pity on him and David straight up tells him to fuck you already, because he’s sick and tired of the helpless puppy dog eyes Eddie is always giving you

(This is a lie. David loves Eddie’s big doe eyes just like he loves Marko’s)

But even now that you’ve finally got Eddie halfway undressed in front of you, you can’t help but tease him, because he’s just so goddamn cute when he’s leaking and begging for you to touch him

He’s a fucking mess, and he’s SO sensitive to your touch that he practically cums the moment you wrap your hand around him

You ride him and he loves every second of it, and it’s like he’s finally really part of the gang now and TA DA you’ve got 5 boyfriends now and they all smooch 😌

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You Can Run | Mean!Steddie x Henderson!Reader | 18+ |

Summary: Steve and Eddie can agree on one thing an that's you. Things heat up when they decide to work together in achieving their goal.

Warnings: stalking, killing, 18+, ghostface, micheal, kidnapping, explicit themes, steddie being a good duo, ghostface calls, Stalker!eddie, Mean!Steve

(( Update note: Because I no longer like writing Y/N for the name thing, I have decided to name my reader Belle, but this still an x reader, but the name Belle is used in place.))

After the rather odd phone call and a quick breath of fresh air it was time for bed. That was enough excitement for one day, already finding school tiring enough. Adding creepy stalkers to the list was not helping. However, when you reached the first step the phone rang once more. Darn - You turned on your heels and pad back into the kitchen snatching the device off its stand. "Hello? Henderson, residence."

"Well, Hello -- Again." Same cadence, still altered, and much more excited than last time, judging by the small hitch in his breath.

You decide to play along into the mystery caller's game, tilting your head as you keep up with the sweet tone. "Ooh , so you do remember me." You coo into the receiver voice thick like honey.

He chuckles, "Mhm." His voice hums. "Couldn't forget a pretty voice like yours." Enjoying the way it left a surge of chills down your spine.

"You remember all the girls you talk to, huh?" Questioning him earns another breathy laugh, making you bite your bottom lip. He surely knew how to work a girl - Goodness.

"No, just the ones I plan on asking out." The stranger replied and you giggled. "What? You don't let guys ask you out?"

"Not recently. Have had my eye on this one guy though." Shamefully admitting your deepest and darkest secrets seemed harmless. He didn't know you or you him. So what was the danger? A little honest flirting and some sweet words wouldn't be that much of a bother.

"Yeah?"

"Mhm, but he's not so into me I think." He clicks his tongue and you sigh with a slump of your shoulders.

"Wanna tell me his name, sweetheart?" He urges, practically on the edge of his seat, awaiting your answer. Maybe things would take a turn for the better.

"Eddie. He's just such a nice guy and -- and he's helped my brother so much - God - Then there's Steve. I sound like such a whore, b-but I really like them both." You stammer now really unsure of who to choose. One the one hand Eddie was funny, chivalrous, and kind hearted. The total opposite of the sweet, lively, and popular Steve. Two sides on one coin, but couldn't make of whether you wanted heads or tails. It was crazy, laughing at the uncertainty of it all.

"Well, Belle, seems you have a big choice ahead of you." As the words leave him sure of the reaction he'd receive. You fall silent instantly as his name falls from his lips.

"W-Wait - My name - How'd you know my name?" Things had taken a turn for the worse at this point and he chuckles, dark, and unforgiving.

"Because, sweetheart-" He lowers his voice, goosebumps spreading on your arms, as he speaks, "- I've been watching you this whole time. Now, if I was you I'd find a place to hide." You slam the phone down onto the stand and straighten your spine. Eyeing both kitchen entrances' slowly, gulping down the lump of fear that sat in your throat. Lip quivering as you bravely round the counter towards the left doorway. Briefly glancing at the pantry door when a muffled sound, unidentifiable, but loud enough to keep you worried. Keeping your hand rested on the counter as you slowly pad past the door.

The living-room was a quick shot from the kitchen, only having to make it past there in order to reach your front porch. As soon as you walked through that doorway a figure burst from the pantry. You whirl around a scream ripping through your throat, lungs burning from the sheer force of it. Immediately taking off towards the front door as the ghostly stranger chases after you.

"Shit! Shit!" You curse dodging the coffee table, only for him to step on top the surface and jump down on you. Tackling you down to the ground carpet biting into your back, bare legs and arms. You try to crawl away from him, but to no use. Suddenly gaining a brief moment of courage, you rear your leg back and kick him straight between his legs. The stranger falls back groaning in pain the knife clattering to the floor as he recovers from the sheer pain. You push up off the ground despite the weakness crying out from your overworked joints and run to the door.

Fingers working the locks, before flinging the door open. Only to be met face to face with a white mask, blue jumpsuit, and a large butcher knife. You quickly spin on your heels to run the other direction, but are cut off by Ghostface. Backing up into the other figure who quickly grabs ahold of you. One arm wrapped securely around your waist and the other over your chest. His muscles tensed holding you in place as the blade pressed ever so gently against your cheek. Your fingers dig into his arm clawing and pleading to be let go.

"Thank you, she would have gotten away." The ghostly stranger groaned reaching down to retrieve the lost hunting knife and sighed as he straightens back up. Revealing in the quiet sobs the racked through you. His voice - It sounded so familiar.

"W-Who are you?"

"Who am I?" He waves the knife around dramatically dropping his shoulders as you watch every move he makes. "You wanna go first big boy?" Ghostface steps closer to the brooding figure that had you restrained only receiving a grunt in response. "Guess that's a ye-Excuse me -- And viola!" He pulls the mask off and you crane your head back to eye the - not so stranger - as his hazel irises stare back down at your shaking figure.

Your heart shatters as his name passes your lips, "S-Steve..?" There's no mistaken that floppy chestnut-brown hair and those soft lips.

"Surprise!" Ghostface sings with a dramatic wave of his hands.

"Steve, why?" You whine, looking back at a guy you once trusted. Having delved into your most deepest secrets knowing he'd be there to listen and lend a hand. It just doesn't make any sense. Why would such a guy chose to do this and to someone who you'd been nothing short of nice to. Steve was your friend and deepest crush.

"Aww, she's scared." Ghostface coos watching your breath catch in your throat as you turn to look back at him. Steve laughs from behind you, chest vibrating against your back and he sighs.

"I know, it's addicting. I cannot wait to see how she reacts to you, baby." Steve speaks softly from behind you. Ghostface tilts his head watching you carefully, before reaching a gloved hand to pull back his hood, then removing his mask allowing it to clatter to the floor. Your whole body goes week as your eyes fall on those familiar features. Steve hauls you up against him, keeping you from falling down. Dark curls, a cheeky smile, and soft brown eyes.

"Surprise, sweetheart. Not what you expected huh?" His voice is cocky as he swaggers over to you. His hand raises the knife to your other cheek, licking his lips as he eyes you.

"E-Eddie?" Your bravado falters. To close to be a dream seeing as he was standing right there in front of you. His lips quirk into a sly smirk, as he takes in a deep breath, eyes looking you over.

"Say my name again, princess." Eddie demands pressing the curve of the blade deeper.

"E-Eddie plea-"

"Ah." He chides pressing it deeper earning a pitiful sob. "Again." He demands eyes flitting up to spare a glance at Steve. His lips twitching into a smile as you practically shake beneath them.

"Eddie, please stop.. you're scaring m-"

"Good." He growls at you, trailing the tip of the blade down the curve of your jaw, along your neckline, enjoying the way your throat bobs against his knife. Oh, you were a fucking prize. "I've been thinking day and night about you, Belle." He admits eyeing the dips of your breasts, hidden behind your pink tank-top. "Then you went and admitted your little crush - Fuck - I almost jumped on you then."

"Please don't kill me." You plead with Eddie small drops of salty tears drip down your cheeks, eyes glassy with them as you look up at the guitarist. He wasn't the same anymore. Those once bright eyes now filled with something dark.

"We aren't going to kill you, baby." Steve reassures you going to tuck his knife away knowing Eddie still had a grip on his own if you tried anything. You were a bit relieved, but it dropped. Heart dropping down to your stomach as Eddie spoke again face dangerously close to yours.

"We're gonna keep you. Steve." The larger male lifted you off the ground and slung your small figure over his shoulder albeit effortlessly. A cry leaves your lips as your hands come down on his shoulder blades, "She's feisty." Eddie chuckles, watching you struggle, squirm, and fight against Steve as he drags you out the door on his shoulder. One arm tucked over the curve of your knees and the other on the small of her back.

Eddie's pride flies out the window when you open your mouth, "Help me! Somebo-" He clamps his palm over your parted lips and a quiet whimper leaves you, hands clawing at his wrist as his nails dig into the skin of your cheeks.

"Shut the fuck up or I will hurt you, sweetheart." He threatens. "Got it?" You nod and he sighs relieved moving his hand away, only to brush his knuckle over your reddened cheeks. Only able to let out pitiful sobs and soft whimpers, "Good girl. You'll learn soon enough."

"You belong to us now." Steve chimed in as they reach his car, Eddie eagerly flinging open the trunk and he dumps you inside.

"Both of us." He shuts the trunk with a slam and you burst out into a full sob, crying out, but muffled by the layered metal of the BMW. No one heard you nor would help be coming. Eddie and Steve had you in their grasp and they were never going to let you got.

Not now.

Not ever...

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because-of-stranger-things

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“my nephew may look dangerous..”

to WHO?

dangerous WHERE?

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because-of-stranger-things

2 years ago

Eddie would have this ring sword for knighting purposes during DND.

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because-of-stranger-things

1 year ago

Summary: Eddie Munson is a walking rain cloud of sarcasm and a not so sunny outlook on life. If you ask him he likes it that way, it keeps people at arms length and makes it easy to go through life with the select group of friends he’s had since high school. All of that seems to change when he runs into you at a Metallica concert of all places, you stand out like a sore thumb in your sundress and heart shaped sunglasses but he can’t help but feel drawn to you like a moth to a flame. You have no idea who he is but you’re always happy to make new friends and that’s when Eddie realizes he’s seen you around town, you’re Steve Harrington’s sister and maybe…just maybe you’re the sunshine to his cloudy day☀️

Type of Story: Mini Series

Trope: Opposites Attract

Status: Complete (but open for requests)

A/N: This idea was given to me by a lovely follower and I figured it would make a great quick and easy mini series✨

Tag List: Open

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*This is mainly a texting mini series so you’ll find everything below in the correct order*

Part 1: I’m Worried

Part 2: Polite

Part 3: Lunch

Part 4: Busy? Bonus convos when Eddie gets to the party here

Part 5: Proof

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1 year ago

Bee's Stranger Things Masterlist

updated: 06/05/2023

♡ fluff ☆ smut ꕤ angst

I Was Made For Lovin' You ꕤ His Rings ☆ He Survives This One ♡ Sinner ☆ Stress Reliever ☆ Fair Play ☆ Groupie ☆ Self Acceptance ꕤ♡ Birthday Surprise ♡☆ I Can Make You Scream ☆ Take Control ☆ Are You Jealous? ☆ Soft ꕤ☆ Scream For Me ☆ Safe Word ☆ꕤ Distraction ☆ Car Troubles ☆ You’re Mine☆ Demon ☆ My Good Boy ☆ High For This ☆ Tangerines ☆ All Night Long ☆

Pride ♡

Spoiled Brat ☆ I Don't See You ☆ꕤ

Girls Like Girls ♡

Use Me ☆ Enjoy The Show ☆ Just Relax ☆ꕤ I Want You Both ☆

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1 year ago

Oh lawd could you imagine him finally coming to terms with the fact that he was in love with his secretary (AHEM YOU). Like every day he walks past you and you tell him “good morning chief” he just has to fuck his fist in his office before he can even say anything to you.

YES!!!! i love this 😮‍💨

but imagine catching him one day, walking into his office while his hand is around his dick, pumping it while quietly groaning your name, “chief, have you-“ you freeze in the door opening as your eyes widen at the sight in front of you. hopper quickly zips his pants back up in panic and apologizes over and over again, but when he looks back up at you, he sees you walking inside his office and slowly closing the door behind you while he looks at you with a puzzled expression. few minutes later you’re bend over his desk while he fucks you roughly from behind, finally feeling you around him instead of having to imagine it everyday

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2 years ago

But, I’m just not there yet - PART 5

Eddie Munson x goth fem reader

Summary: Post S4, canon-divergent — Eddie survived the “earthquake” and had his name cleared. It’s now 1990 and the town is changing, as a bunch of young artists and creatives move in. Eddie meets a girl and sees the possibility of a different kind of life for himself.

Warnings: some angst, fluff and smut (oral, P in V, fingering). Discussions of trauma

Author’s note:

Please leave me some feedback and feel free to reblog :)

MINORS DNI

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Masterlist

As you hang the phone back on the receiver, panic begins to set in.

With no time to get in your full garb, you realise Eddie is going to see you like this – sweatpants and makeup free. And though the thought makes you cringe, you know it would be weird to get fully kitted up at this hour, especially for just a casual hangout.

When he denotes his arrival with a soft knock at the front door, you shuffle there in your slippers, with the sudden overwhelming feeling of regret setting in. Why did I invite him here? You wonder. This was a mistake.

You open the door and give him a strained murmured greeting, to which he immediately notes the shift in your usual demeanour and how tired you look. But, he silently follows as you usher him in and down the hall towards your room, not meeting his gaze. You’ve got a small box of VHS tapes on the bed, some sprawled out like you had been trawling through them.

You hover at the door, holding your elbows and Eddie can tell something is up with you.

“So what have you got here?” he says with a quirked brow, trying to lighten the mood by throwing himself on the bed to start dramatically flicking through the cassettes.

After a moment, he looks up and straight at you, smirking. You take it as a cue to sit down too.

“I didn’t take you as a 16 candles kind of gal”

“What kind of girl am I then?” You snap back.

“This feels like a trap”

“Eddie! I’m serious” you reply, pushing him by his shoulder.

“I donno. You are all cool and confident. Dark and mysterious.”

“Maybe dark because of the clothing, but not the other things”

“Come across pretty damn confident to me sweets.”

You keep your eyes facing forward, knowing that if you look at him you might tear up. It’s been a long week and you are emotionally spent. But you try to remind yourself that he had been vulnerable with you and you shouldn’t freeze him out now.

After a few moments of expectant silence, you take a deep breath and continue.

“I’m not. The outfits help me feel more sure of myself, I guess. I don’t usually let people see me like this” you say, gesturing to your face and rolling your eyes, trying to hide your embarrassment.

“Sweetheart, I won’t lie and say I don’t like your normal get-up, or how your usual makeup looks all smeared when we…”

You push him by the shoulder again, harder this time, and he dramatically topples down onto the duvet, clutching his arm like he had been shot.

“Gee thanks”

“Hey! I’m just being honest!” He replies, to which you glower playfully in response.

“You look great either way. But I hope you don’t feel like you need to get dressed up for me”

“I don’t, it’s just – I guess it’s kind of like a shield, you know”

“God I definitely know. Believe it or not, but this is a toned-down version of Eddie’’ he says as he gestures down at his ripped jeans and leather jacket with a flourish. “I get enough looks being an accused murderer and all that.”

You smile softly at him, unsure of what to say next, but he breaks the silence “Never have to hide from me. In fact, you taught me that”

“I did?”

“Yeha, well, you made me feel like it was ok so show my scars”

“I guess so”

“Actually, in the short time I’ve known you, You’ve kind of shown me a lot of things”

You furrow your brow and give him a look of genuine surprise “Like what?”

“That I have options. That it’s ok to have a fucking dream and go after it. To just lighten up a bit - fuck it’s been a while”

You look away as tears prickle at the corners of your eyes. Eddie notices and reaches out and places a palm on your knee. It’s not much but it’s all he’s got.

After a few moments like that, you dash to wipe away a few rouge tear drops and shift to face him on the bed.

“Ok. Pick a goddamn movie already or I’m putting on the breakfast club”

—-

An hour into the movie Eddie gets up to go to the bathroom, so you pause it.

When he comes back and sits back down, you turn to him, finding the courage you had been trying to build up the entire movie, to say something that had been burning in your brain and sitting on the tip of your tongue.

“Sorry about before”

“For what?”

“Being in a mood…”

“Consider it forgotten.” He says, with a wave of a hand, “We all have those days”

You take a deep breath again, making the snap decision to let him in.

“It’s just my mum. Even all the way from Chicago she’s giving me a hard time. Just when I thought I had escaped her bullshit, one phone call and I’m right back in my childhood bedroom, crying myself to sleep again.” You are rambling and you know it, and feel suddenly very exposed, like your on a boat with no life preserver “It’s stupid….I shouldn’t let her get to me”

“Hey listen, it’s not stupid, ok?” He places his hand back on your knee and the gesture isn’t lost, it’s grounding and it makes your tummy do a flip. “ It’s ok to have feelings - another one of those pearls of wisdom you’ve bestowed on me”

You laugh slightly, but it doesn’t reach your eyes and Eddie notices.

“I guess we are all running from something huh” he mutters, looking down and playing with his rings.

“That’s just it though, you can never outrun shit. Even from the other side of the world, I would still have this baggage with my mum. I have to face it or it will never go away. Which is why I’m trying to work on it.”

“I know,” he says looking back up at you “you’re right. I’ve got a few things to work on too.”

You smile at each other and settle back in again, backs resting against the pillows. As the movie continues, Eddie shifts closer, and with every slight move, he makes, his leg brushes against yours and sends tingles down your spine.

You wonder if he’s doing it on purpose, as you start to feel the heat pool low in your belly watching Bender and Claire flirt in the storage closet. You’ve seen the breakfast club a million times and barely need to watch it to follow the story.

The so-called princess and criminal. In a way, Eddie is kind of like Bender, granted, a lot softer around the edges. But from the fragments of his past you have pieced together you know he didn’t have much of a family growing up, an abusive dad, and people saw him how they wanted, as a criminal and murderer, even though nothing could be further from the truth.

He’s kind, soft, and sensitive. A dreamer, and nothing like his facade. And just like Claire, you put up a front so that no one sees that things aren’t at all what they seem.

Eddie is also struggling to focus on the movie. He notices how you tense as he brushes against you, and how you squeeze your thighs together when Bender gives his whole, ‘under the bra and over the panties’ speech. What he wouldn’t give to touch you like that again.

He wonders if he’s kind of like the Bender in this situation. Just like Bender likes Claire, he likes you but knows he probably shouldn’t get to have one shot with you. So, in the beginning, he did what he does best, push you away before you could hurt him. Just like he has been doing that all his life.

But now, he’s let you in and you’ve taken residence in his brain. He can’t escape the way you make him feel, and how much he wants nothing but to hold you close and not let go for as long as you’ll let him.

You’ve let him under your dress, but you are yet to show him your heart.

Tonight, he wants nothing more but to pull you into his arms, and feel your body pressed against his. Fuck it. He decides and does just that, maneuvering you both so you are lying down, then pulling you close and encasing your chest with his arms.

You melt into his touch, feeling relief as the tension of the evening finally starts lifting. There, held firmly in his arms, you start to feel the prickle of an electric current where your bodies meet and you want nothing more than to feel all of him. Tentatively, you shift your body so that the soft plush of your ass and thighs rest against his crotch.

After a few moments, you start to push yourself ever so slightly into his groin. He tenses, feeling the movement, a hardness already growing in his jeans. But he doesn’t shift.

You test the waters again, arching your back and pushing against him harder. His arms around you tighten and you hear him hum quietly, so you repeat the action over and over until the hardness is unmistakable and he has no choice but to roll his hips forward and chase the friction he’s now desperate for. You are too and can feel the unmistakable growing wetness in your core.

After a few moments of intense grinding against one another, getting lost in the feeling, Eddie snakes a hand into the waistband of your sweat pants and underwear, which causes you to take a sharp intake of breath. You want him and he knows, even before he reaches the sodden area, by the way you chase his touch and roll your body against his.

He takes his time, softly feeling around the folds and wetness, teasing you until you are nearly begging for more.

“Eddie please –“

“What do you want baby?”

“Touch me please” you sputter.

He slots a finger inside you and curls it against the spongey wall, which makes you gasp.

“Like this?”

“Ye–es Eddie. Please don’t stop”

“Not gonna stop,” he says firmly. “Not until you are gushing around my fingers”

You whimper as he inserts another finger, working you over but it’s not enough, the pants don’t allow him the ease of access he needs so he pulls away suddenly, to undress you from the waist down quickly. Before, lying back down next to you and resuming his ministrations on your dripping folds.

You let him set the pace as your brain is too exhausted to even think about taking the lead right now. It’s a relief to just let go and chase the pleasure. Even though you’re so quiet and seem so far away, Eddie continues, feeling the way your body responds to him by rutting your hips into his hand. You need this release and he knows that. He would do anything to get you there.

After a little while he finally touches your clit, feeling the slight jolt of your legs as he does. You’re so ready and he can’t wait to give you more, so he removes his fingers and repositions himself so he’s leaving over you kissing down your body and moving to slot himself between your legs.

Nibbling on your thighs and intentionally blowing cold breath on your core, he knows how bad you need him now by the way you moan and writhe in his grip on your thighs. He can’t help himself from diving right in, lapping at your folds hungrily. You gasp at the sensation, then again and again as he switches the movement, going up to lick your clit and focus all his energy on the way it makes you move.

“Grind your beautiful little pussy against my face,” he says while reaching up to place his palm flat against your tummy.

You are so worked up that you come suddenly and without warning, seeing stars and being unable to move or form a coherent thought. Before you are even aware of your surroundings, Eddie is moving to his knees on the bed, and undoing his belt and pants.

You are engrossed in his movements, eyes wide and staring at his hard length, and the bead of precum on the tip. Right now, all that matters is this man and his cock, so you reach out for him, silently begging him to keep going.

He lines himself up with your entrance but just before pushing in, he asks, “Are you still with me Princess?”

You nod, eyes glassy. He can tell how much you want to be taken away for a moment. To not think and just ride the wave.

He slides in slowly, willing himself to take his time and not overwhelm you. Usually, your escapades are hungry, and a little dirty, but Eddie knows this time is different. Tonight, he wants to make you forget everything. To give you release. He wants to be your salvation, even if just for a moment.

He starts to move slowly, watching the way you take him, eyes wide and mouth fallen open. Taking him so well. Taking what you need from him.

Picking up the pace, he studies you as you start to fall apart under him, tears falling out of your eyes and rolling into small puddles on the duvet cover under you. Seeing you like that spurs him to move faster, snapping his thrusts into you sharply, and hearing your groans of overwhelmed pleasure in response. Just as he knows he’s barreling towards his finish, he snakes a hand between you and roughly rubs your clit, sending your spiralling.

The clenching of your walls around his cock has Eddie losing his composure, and his thrusts get

more and more sloppy. A mixture of groans and mutterings of each other’s names fill the room as you both reach your peak, and you fall apart beneath him, gushing around him just as you feel the warmth of his seed spill inside you.

After a moment, he pulls out with a hiss and rolls over to lie next to you.

He doesn’t say anything, or ask you any questions, sensing that you need a moment. You come to with a small smile on your face and turn to him.

“Thanks Eddie,” you say softly, grabbing the hand which is resting against his chest. It’s the one that has your necklace still wrapped around its wrist. “I needed that”

“Anytime princess. Anytime”

You know you should ask him whether he has heard from college yet. Or how he’s going with his songwriting. But you don’t. Instead, you lie in comfortable silence, let him clean you up and then tuck you both in. And for the first time all week, that night you actually get some sleep, holding on to him all night long.

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1 year ago

hi its a mutual on anon you'll have to guess who 😽😽

thinking abt eddie finger fucking you while youre on call with friends and you have to hold back your moans so they dont catch you and they end up finding out anyways <3

omg im so curious who u are <3

oh my goood 😵‍💫 listen he would absolutely love it. the way you’re biting your lip, trying to hold yourself back from moaning while his fingers curl up inside you, hitting that one spot inside you that makes you see stars. the way you’re gripping the sheets with all your might and looking the other way to distract yourself from the immense pleasure you’re feeling but ultimately failing, as you hear a “what… was that? y/n?” on the other side of the line while the cockiest smirk appears on eddie’s face

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