He’s A Perv But He’s Hot

eddie, stop! - eddie munson

© glodessa 2022, do not repost, modify or translate!

synopsis: While desperately trying to help your boyfriend study for his finals, you have to deal with the fact he just loves to tease you whenever he can. And that he always gets what he wants.

a/n: no spoilers <3 i love how i wanted this to be a short little fluffy blurb but then this happened. it’s eddie’s fault not mine but i’m not complaining one bit teehe. enjoy <3

warnings: SMUT, strip-studying, cockwarming, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, mouth spitting, oral (fem receving), explicit language, i feel like there was one more thing but i can’t remember lol, probably wasn’t that important anyways

wc: 4.1k

MAIN MASTERLIST • STRANGER THINGS MASTERLIST

You walked up the steps to his trailer, knocking at the door. It didn’t take him long to appear in front of you, his usual warm, charming smile on his face.

“You’re late, sweetheart,” he mentioned as you entered the living room area. “Got me worried for a hot minute.”

You felt your cheeks immediately heating up at his words, and the way he refused to call you by your name ever since he replaced it with his favorite pet name. Sweetheart.

“Couldn’t find those damn notes for Mrs. Higgins’ class,” you explained, taking a seat on the couch as he planted himself on the floor in front of it, hands instantly attached to your thighs as he started playing with the hem of your skirt. 

You already knew his mind was anywhere but where it was supposed to be. Classic Eddie move. Thankfully, you’ve had enough experience with the distracted variant of Eddie, knowing exactly how to make him focus on the task at hand.

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Inked (Eddie x Reader x Punk!Steve) [18+]

Summary: tattoos hurt. thankfully your artist is chill about the way you distract yourself from the pain.

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, oral (fem receiving), vouyerism, exhibitionism, male masturbation, explicit descriptions of sex and pain

Read Time: 7 mins

This is possibly the most painful thing you've ever felt. It stings, it burns, and the tip of the gun feels like it's digging under your skin and against the bone beneath. Eddie hisses.

"You're holding me too tight, baby."

You look over to where your hand is gripped around his wrist, fingers white as they curl into his flesh. You release your hold and there are little moon-shaped grooves etched in his skin, blooming red and threatening to bleed.

Steve stops tattooing.

You're laying on the bench in his home studio, having offered yourself as a guinea pig to help him practice working on people for his apprenticeship. He's doing a sternum piece for you, sprawled out over your naked chest while Eddie sits on your other side, one hand massaging your breast while the other gets itself impaled by your clawing grip. It hurts way more than you expected it to. You're lightheaded and nauseous, and your whole body is clammy and feverish. You feel like you might faint.

Steve nervously bites his lip, his gloved thumb stroking over some of the excess ink.

"... It looks really good already," he attempts to console you. "Do you need to take a break?"

You close your eyes and take a few deep breaths. Eddie's hand that cups your breast gives it a gentle squeeze, rolling your nipple between two of his fingers. You moan softly, and all at once you're inspired.

You turn to Steve, asking the question before you can psych yourself out.

"Do you mind if Eddie fucks me?"

The men blink at each other, bewildered. Neither of them says anything for a moment.

"Please," you beg. "It hurts so fucking much and I'm already topless. I think it'll help. I don't want to faint."

Steve stares at Eddie, who stares back at Steve. After a tense pause, Steve shrugs.

"Listen, man, if she's cool with it, I'm cool with it. Just don't move her too much."

Eddie looks down at you, his hand moving to stroke through your hair.

"Is that really what you want, sweetheart?"

He sounds concerned, but the brightness in his eyes and the growing stiffness in his jeans give him away. He's eager. Excited. He gets to bring his favorite pornos to life, and all because it was your idea. This is like Christmas.

You nod, giggling softly.

"Yes, Eddie, just do it. Before I change my mind."

He wastes no time, springing up from his chair and positioning himself at the end of the bench, his hands finding the waistband of your leggings and rolling them down. Steve watches, letting out a soft breath when Eddie exposes your hips, your thighs, the luscious patch of pubic hair between your legs. You grin up at him, gently tapping a finger against his chin.

"Stevie," you remind him. "My tattoo."

He gives you a suave, easy smile as he meets your eyes, a feature left over from his time as a high school womanizer. His cheeks are pink, his pupils consuming his pretty brown irises.

"Right," he chuckles. "Sorry."

He starts up the gun again, and Eddie's tongue finds your clit, pressing flat against you as Steve resumes his work on your chest, the needle stabbing its way back into your skin. The pain is eclipsed by the swirling of Eddie's tongue, the pucker of his lips as he dives in and starts sucking. You moan, focusing on the tingling between your thighs.

"That better?" Steve asks, smirking.

You nod.

"Way better."

Eddie grips your thighs, slinging your legs over his shoulders as he laps and sucks at you, the lewd, wet noises echoing off the walls. You can feel your wetness dripping down your buttocks as he works you towards orgasm. He gazes up at you through his lashes, his cock twitching when he doesn't meet your eyes or your breasts but instead sees Steve leaned over you, glancing his way. Eddie grins.

"How much longer, Harrington?" he wonders.

His lips and chin are glossy. Steve swallows heavily.

"About halfway," he answers.

Eddie nods. He stands, making quick work of his button and zipper and freeing his cock, running his shaft teasingly up the length of your pussy. Steve pauses to watch, his mouth slack at the way you coat Eddie's shaft, how easily it glides against you. Eddie grins as he taps the head of his cock against your clit.

"Her pussy's divine, man," he boasts. "Maybe instead of a tip she'll let you have a taste."

He winks at Steve, his hands moving to your hips as he eases inside of you, letting out a quiet moan. His features contort with the pleasure, succumbing to the heat of your slick walls. He starts to thrust, slow and deep, taking care not to shift you at all so Steve has a stable canvas; his palm presses to your stomach for support.

Steve stares, his cock pressing painfully against the leg of his jeans. After a moment he snaps himself out of it and goes back to work, painfully aware of how close he is to your breasts.

You whimper as Eddie fucks you, gripping the sides of the bench to keep yourself still. Eddie's cock pressing deep inside you, Steve's hot breath fanning over your nipple, the depravity of letting him see you naked and vulnerable has you panting, whining, crying for more. The pain of your sternum tattoo is easily forgotten.

Eddie fucks you for half an hour. Steve fills out the lines of your tattoo, then goes back over them again where they're not dark enough, pausing every so often to watch Eddie plow into you. At one point, you reach your hand between Steve's thighs and palm at him, feeling a rush as he bites his lip to keep from moaning. He whispers that you can take him out if you want. You do, and you haphazardly stroke his cock as he finishes the piece, surprisingly concentrated despite rolling his hips into your palm.

When the tattoo is finished, Steve steps away and lets you and Eddie finish as well. He leans against the counter as Eddie bends over you, his mouth latched to your neck as he rails you with unrelenting force until you cum around him, clenching him tightly and moaning as pleasure shakes your body; he follows close behind. You turn your head and watch as Steve touches himself, pulling on his cock until he reaches his own orgasm, spilling creamy ropes all over his stomach, thighs, and the floor. The skin between your legs is soaked.

Eddie helps Steve clean up while you come to your senses, laying on the bench in a dreamy, fucked out haze as Steve dresses your new tattoo and Eddie wipes the residue of sex off of you, himself, and the furniture. When you finally sit up, you look at Steve and laugh breathlessly, thanking him for a good time.

"How much do I owe you?" you ask.

He shakes his head.

"On the house," he says. He grins. "The private show was payment enough."

🎸eddie masterlist🎸

Want Eddie to smack the shit outta me and call me his filthy Little whore

ME TOO BESTIE ME TOO… that man can do anything to me he wants. i want him to pull my hair, call me names, slap my face and finger me until i’m crying from overstimulation. i can just imagine the smirk he has on his face while doing it, though. or his deep voice when he whispers “dirty slut” in your ear as you feel his hot breath on your skin. or the condescending chuckles that leave his mouth when tears roll down your face. goodbye.

dream a little dream of me.

sleep demon!eddie munson x afab!reader

cw: SMUT. breeding kink, monster!eddie, readers body is “changed”(I think thats it?)

You’re tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep thanks to the ache between your legs. You already tried getting yourself off to no avail, so sleeping it off was your plan b.

You didn’t know why you’d been so horny lately. All day you’d be thinking about being taken over your work desk or in the coffee shop bathroom. Wet dreams plagued your mind every night of a beautiful man making love to you had left you with wet sheets from how hot and bothered you were getting even in your sleep.

But no matter how much you tried to satisfy yourself, it just wasn’t enough.

Just as you were about to drift off, the mattress dipping caught your attention. You lived alone, besides your cat, so you just assumed it was them joining you in the bed. That was until it continued to dip, pushing down deep indicating that whatever was on your bed was much heavier than your cat.

You froze in fear, trying to regulate your breathing to make it seem like you were still asleep. Your mind raced as you tried to think of what to do.

“I know you’re awake.”

You stopped breathing. You felt your heart pounding on your chest as you panic.

“Don’t be afraid, I’m not here to hurt you,” the voice said, sounding less distorted and more like the voice of…

Slowly you turned to look behind you. Sitting on the edge of your bed was the man of your dreams. His soft eyes met yours, his smile turning toothy when you realized it was him.

Were you dreaming right now? It didn’t feel like it. Maybe you were lucid dreaming?

You didn’t have much more time to think about it as he placed a hand on your cheek. It felt as if he really were touching you, and you felt conflicted with that fact.

“I missed you, sweet girl,” he coos at you. “I hate it when you leave me.”

He leans down, stopping just short of kissing you. His eyes flash for a moment, looking almost red compared to his normal color.

When you don’t protest, he closes the gap between you, letting your lips slot together perfectly in a deep kiss. His mouth moves against yours and you reciprocate, feeling as if its the natural thing to do.

As the kiss deepens you feel his hands slowly start to roam your body. He feels you up, his hands landing on your breasts, squeezing and fondling until you hum against his lips. The man smiles against you.

He pulls away, lidded eyes stating down at you as his lips start to kiss down your jaw, your neck, between your breasts, down, down, down, until he’s positioning himself between your legs.

“Mmm such a pretty sight,” the man says, looking at your pussy with lovesick eyes. “Prettiest I’ve ever seen.”

He runs a finger through your folds, making you gasp at the sudden contact. He takes his finger to his mouth, his tongue wrapping around it to lick off your juices.

“Mmmm, like the divine nectar,” the man hums. You watch in anticipation as he brings his face closer to your pussy. His long tongue darts out again, your hands flying to his hair as he gets to work opening you up.

All of the times he’s spent with you in your dreams gave him plenty of practice to know exactly how you like it. He lets his tongue flick and rub against your clit as his fingers work diligently inside you. You feel your legs start shake as he brings you closer and closer to your peak.

Just as you feel yourself tipping over the edge, his tongue and fingers switch places. The pads of his fingers rub against your clit roughly as he sticks his long, thick tongue inside you. The muscle penetrates you deep, until you feel him hitting against your cervix.

Your vision goes white, little stars dancing behind your eyes as you cum hard on his tongue. In your blissed out state, you almost dont feel the way something is pushed deeper inside of you. It feels like a slight pinch, but almost immediately after your body feels like it’s on fire.

Whatever the man put inside you with his tongue begins to spread over the walls of your womb, coating it in a thick lining. Any arousal you had in your body was turned up to a hundred as you turn into a bitch in heat. Slick begins to pool on your bedsheets as it leaks from your pussy.

The man watches your body’s changes with delight. He licks his lips at the sight of you, his sharp teeth suddenly very noticeable to you.

“How do you feel?” He asks you, eyes still settled on your soaked cunt.

“H-hot?” You stutter, looking up at him with pinched brows. Was he always naked? Or had you not noticed his huge, hard cock until just now?

“That’s normal,” he says softly. He gently places a hand over your womb, his pointes nails grazing your skin. “How do you feel here?”

You look at his hand on your lower stomach. It’s huge when compared to the size of your body.

“Feels fine, maybe a little crampy?”

He coos down at you, leaning in to give you a kiss.

“That will get better once I’m inside,” he assures you. His hand leaves your stomach to cradle your face lovingly. You lean into his touch, nuzzling against his large palm.

“What-what did you do to me?” The last word came out as a squeak as you feel the tip of his cock slid through your folds.

He leans into you, his hot breath on the bare skin of your neck as he rolls his hips. Once he’s satisfied with how wet you’ve gotten his cock, he finds your entrance and slowly begins to push it inside of you. He feels even bigger than he looks, and you start to panic as he continues to stretch you out. You grab at his broad shoulders and he shushes you.

“It’s okay,” he says, “your body will sense my size and adjust accordingly. Give it just a moment.”

There’s a slight strain in his voice that wasn’t there before. You can see his brows pinching together as the head of his cock nestles against your cervix. He pauses, looking down for a moment to observe how little of him your body had yet to take.

Suddenly, you feel a tingle between your legs, and a wave of slick pushes out of you. Your body felt like a raw nerve, becoming sensitive to even the smallest shift that the man makes. You begin to squirm beneath him out of desperation, seeking any bit of friction to give you some relief.

“Oh, fuck me,” the creature moans above you, watching the way you try and fuck yourself on his cock.

“Can I move?” He whines. “I need to fuck you.”

You realize you’d been staring down at where the two of you connected. When you look up to the creature’s face, he looks just about as fucked out as you feel.

His disheveled hair falls around his horns and into his face. His mouth is slack, his long tongue hanging out between his parted lips. He’s staring right at you, waiting.

“Please.”

You realize he must not be able to move unless you give him verbal permission. So when you manage to squeak out a “yes,” the creature lets out a sigh of relief. A devilish grin spreads across his face as he gets himself situated.

He pulls out of you agonizingly slowly, before thrusting sharply back inside of you. Your legs straighten at the sensation, his cock hitting your sensitive spot with ease and sending a shock wave through your body.

Suddenly you were cumming on his cock, never feeling a sensation like that before. He continued to move, fucking you through your orgasm without slowing down.

Dark tendrils of hair clouded your vision as he brought his lips to yours again. His long tongue began to lick into your mouth, filling it until you felt it trying to breach your throat. The size and thickness of it had you sucking on it out of instinct. The creature seemed to enjoy this, moaning into your mouth in response.

It was almost too much to be so full of this monster. The haze of lust made it hard to tell where your body began and his ended. Every thrust felt like a spark of lightning through your body that traveled to your finger tips.

When the creature pulled away from you, you audibly whined at the loss, even while gasping for air. He leaned back, angling his hips in a new way that had you seeing stars. Your back arched off the bed as you began to cum again.

“Dammnit,” the gruff voice of the monster breathes out. “You’re like a vice around me.”

“Feel so good,” you say breathlessly.

“Mmm, told you I would make the pain go away.”

You couldn’t think straight, let alone understand what he was talking about. All you could think of is your monster lover and the way he was moving inside of you.

And cum.

The thought of him cumming inside you became all consuming. The need for him to breed you was overwhelming to the point where you began bucking your hips into him again in a feeble attempt at expediting the process.

“Mmm you’re getting so needy aren’t you?” The monster cooes above you. You nod loosely, head bobbing but your eyes lazily fixed on the creatures deep brown ones, pupils big and wide enough you can see your own reflection in them.

“I never did tell you what I did to you, did I?” He says, still moving at a brutal pace.

“Nuh-uh,” is all you manage to say, gasping again at a particularly sharp thrust.

You look down at where the monster and you meet. For a brief, lucid moment your eyes go wide as you see the monsters cock fully disappearing inside of you, a small bulge pressing against your abdomen with every thrust the monster makes.

“I think you can tell by now that I am not like you,” he says. “But, the only way my kind can reproduce is with humans.” His hands roam your body, almost in awe of your form as he continues to speak.

“The only problem is that your kind,” he places a hand above your womb, “are only compatible if we…make it that way.”

Your cloudy thoughts make small connections between his words and his actions. If you were in a right state of mind, you’d probably have loads of questions you wanted answered. But right now, you only had one goal.

Grabbing the monsters arms, you use all of your strength that you can muster and manage to flip him completely only his back. The confident, sure creature becomes wide eyed and blushing as he stares up at you in a state of shock.

“Wh-what are you—“

“Shhh,” you shush him. “Want you to cum. Please?”

You waste no time as you begin to bounce up and down on his hard cock. He was deeper than you could ever imagine possible, but there was no pain. If anything, you couldn’t hold yourself back from cumming again and again.

“Holy shit,” the creature says, mesmerized at the way you use him for your own pleasure.

“Name.” It doesn’t come out as a question, rather a command.

“Wh-wha-You want to know my name?” The creature stutters.

“Yes, yes, please!”

“Eddie! It’s Eddie!”

“Oh, fuck, Eddiieeeeeeeee!”

That pushed the creature over the edge. His large hands grab at your hips to hold you in place. Hot ropes of thick cum begin to fill you up until you start to feel it leaking out of you.

When you can finally open your eyes, you find the creature—Eddie—tongue out and panting as he catches his breath. Before your eyes you watch as he shifts from his monstrous form back into the man you’ve been seeing in your dreams.

If everything wasn’t so real, you’d almost think you were dreaming after all. But the slow circles that Eddie was rubbing into your hips was confirmation enough that all of this was very real.

“Hi,” Eddie says with a dimpled grin when you land next to him in the bed.

“Hi,” you say, looking at the handsome man next to you.

“You okay?” He asks, caressing your cheek.

“Yeah,” you sigh, turning to fully face him. “I just have a lot of questions.”

thanks for reading!

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Slashers

Michael Myers

How the slashers met their s/o pt.1 (RZ)

How the slashers met their s/o pt.2 (RZ)

S/o that wants to dress up as the slashers

Michael Myers Fluff

Michael Myers One-shot

Random Slasher Dating Headcannons

Rainy Day Slasher Headcannons

Slasher Cuddling Headcannons

Slashers reacting to “If I was a worm would you still love me.”

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What it would be like living with the slashers

Mornings with the Slashers

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Slashers with an s/o that has a wet dream (NSFW)

With an s/o that gives love bites

How they kiss

Slashers watching movies with their s/o

Michael Myers developing feelings for the reader

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Michael Myers with a non verbal s/o(short)

Their s/o wearing their clothes

Slashers with a Goth Himbo s/o

Random Slasher headcannons

Slasher Movie Preference

Slashers and their kinks

Michael Myers Fluff Imagine

The slashers reacting to you complementing them

Slashers Being Horny Part 1(NSFW)

Slashers reacting to you hugging them

Michael Myers NSFW Alphabet

Slashers with an s/o who is constantly horny

The slashers falling asleep on you

Slasher NSFW Headcannons Pt.3

“Michael Myers reaction to an obedient s/o that suddenly becomes bratty?”(Request)

Slashers getting Jealous

Slashers with an s/o working on an art project

Michael with an s/o that has stuffed animals

Slashers with an s/o having a panic attack

How the slashers would react to the reader giving them a love letter/note

Matchup 1 Matchup 2  Matchup 3(RZ)

Billy Loomis

S/o that wants to dress up as the slashers

Random Slasher Dating Headcannons

Slashers reacting to “If I was a worm would you still love me.”

What it would be like living with slashers

Mornings with the Slashers

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The Slashers rejecting you

Slashers with an s/o that has a wet dream (NSFW)

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Random Slasher Headcannons

Slasher Movie Preferences

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The slashers reacting to you complementing them

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The slashers falling asleep on you

Slashers getting Jealous

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S/o that wants to dress up as the slashers

Slashers reacting to “If I was a worm would you still love me.”

What it would be like living with the slashers

Random Headcannons

Slashers trying a monster

Slashers with an s/o that got a bad haircut

Mini Headcannon

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The Slashers rejecting you

Stu Macher being jealous

Stu Macher rejecting you(Oneshot)

Stu Macher being a dick(Imagine)

How they kiss

How they act when they want your attention

Slashers Movie Preferences 

Slashers and their kinks

The slashers reacting to you complementing them

Stu Macher Angst Oneshot

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Slashers reacting to you hugging them

Slashers with a quiet S/o

Slashers getting Jealous

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How the slashers would react to the reader giving them a love letter/note

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Poly Ghostface(Billy & Stu)

Poly Ghostface One-shot

Slasher cuddling headcannons

Slasher Cold Weather Headcannons

Poly Ghostface with an s/o that is allergic to water

Baking with the Slashers

Slashers with an s/o that’s stressed

Slashers with a clingy/overly-affectionate reader

With an s/o that gives love bites

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Slashers with an s/o who is constantly horny

Poly!Ghostface x reader

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Danny Johnson with a deaf writer s/o

Fluff Headcannons B, D, F, K, and M

S/o that wants to dress up as the slashers

Random Slasher Dating Headcannons

Rainy Day Slasher Headcannons

Slasher Cuddling Headcannons Pt.2

S/o with central heterochromia eyes

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What it would be like living with the slashers

The Slashers rejecting you

Danny Johnson being jealous

With an s/o that gives love bites

How they act when they want your attention

Their s/o wearing their clothes

Slashers with a Goth Himbo s/o

Ghostface with an insecure s/o

Slashers Movie Preferences 

Slashers Being Horny Part 1

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How the slashers would react to the reader giving them a love letter/note

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S/o that wants to dress up as the slashers

Slashers reacting to “If I was a worm would you still love me.”

Slasher Cold Weather Headcannons

What it would be like living with the slashers

Baking with the Slashers

Slashers with an s/o that’s stressed

Slashers reacting to their s/o coming out

Slashers trying a monster

Slashers with an s/o that got a bad haircut

Slashers with an s/o that wants to pamper them

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Hannibal Lecter with a clingy s/o

Slashers reacting to horror movies

Hannibal developing a crush on the reader(multiple choice)

With an s/o that gives love bites

Domestic Hcs Part 1

How they kiss

Hannibal Lecter with an s/o who’s family member passed away

Domestic Hcs Part 2

How they act when they want your attention

Slashers with a Goth Himbo s/o

A Dance with Hannibal(Part1)  (Part2)

Slashers Movie Preferences 

Slashers and their kinks

The slashers reacting to you complementing them

The Slashers Being Horny Part 1

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Slashers with a quiet S/o

Slashers with an s/o who is constantly horny

Hannibal with a Trans Male Reader

Slashers getting Jealous

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How the slashers would react to the reader giving them a love letter/note

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S/o that wants to dress up as the slashers

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Slashers reacting to “If I was a worm would you still love me.”

S/o with central heterochromia eyes

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Slashers reacting to their s/o coming out

Mornings with the Slashers

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How they kiss

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S/o that wants to dress up as the slashers

Rainy Day Slasher Headcannons

Slasher Cuddling Headcannons Pt.2 

Slasher Cold Weather Headcannons

What it would be like living with the slashers

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How they act when they want your attention

NSFW Alphabet

Their s/o wearing their clothes

Slasher with a Goth Himbo s/o

Random Slasher Headcannons

Slashers Movie Preferences 

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Bo Sinclair Imagine

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Mornings with the Slashers

Baking with the Slashers

Slashers with an s/o that’s stressed

Slashers reacting to their s/o playing with their hair

Slashers with an s/o that has a wet dream (NSFW)

Domestic Hcs

Random Slasher Headcannons

Slashers with a Male!S/o that snorts

The slashers falling asleep on you

Slasher NSFW Headcannons Pt.3

Slashers getting Jealous

Slashers reacting to being called your husband

Slashers with an s/o having a panic attack

Matchup 1

Vincent Sinclair

Fluff Headcannons

Otis Driftwood

Slashers reacting to horror movies

Slashers watching movies with their s/o

Slashers Movie Preferences

Lost Boys

Michael Emerson

How they act when they want attention

The slashers falling asleep on you

Slashers with an s/o working on an art project

Matchup 1

David

The slashers falling asleep on you

Matchup 1

Patrick Bateman

A Date with Patrick Bateman

Slashers reacting to you hugging them

Slashers with an s/o who is constantly horny

The slashers falling asleep on you

Slasher NSFW Headcannons Pt.3

NSFW Alphabet

Slashers with an s/o having as panic attack

Matchup 1

Jason Voorhees

S/o with pubic hair

Billy Lenz

S/o with pubic hair

Slashers with an s/o who is constantly horny

Asa Emory

Horny Headcannons

DBD Content

(This is just for now, but I’d like to add more people)

The Huntress

Reaction to their daughter being a survivor

Reaction to a new killer who is a child

DBD Killers with a killer s/o

With an s/o that gives love bites

The slashers reacting to you complementing them

Horny Headcannons

Fluff Headcannons

The Huntress with a Female!S/o who gives gifts

Lady Slashers with an s/o who likes to be carried!

The slashers falling asleep on you

The Huntress Meeting Your Parents

The Shape

Reaction to their daughter being a survivor

DBD Killers with a killer s/o

The Legion

Reaction to new killer who is a child

Random Headcannons

DBD Killers trying a monster

Frank Morrison One-shot 

Frank Morrison rejecting you

Frank Morrison being jealous

Frank Morrison with an s/o that gives love bites

Frank Morrison x Fem!Reader Pt.1

The Ghostface

Reaction to their daughter being a survivor

DBD Killers trying a monster

DBD Killers with a killer s/o

The Ghostface x fem!Reader

Male!Reader Smut 

The Nurse

Fluffy Headcannons A,C,E,K,Y

The Spirit

The Trapper

The Pig

The Executioner (Pyramid Head)

Headcannons 

With an s/o that gives love bites

NSFW Pyramid Head X Fem!Reader

The Blight

Random Fluffy Headcannons

The Trickster

Ji-Woon with a male s/o

The Plague

Horny Headcannons

Lady Slashers lifting up small s/o

Non-Slasher Content

Hellboy

Hellboy

S/o that wants to dress up as them

Valentine’s Day headcannons and Extra Headcannons

S/o with central heterochromia eyes

S/o that ran away from home

Hellboy with an clingy-overly-affectionate reader

With an s/o that gives love bites

How they act when they want your attention

Cuddling Imagine/Oneshot

Hellboy NSFW Alphabet

Matchup 1 Matchup 2 Matchup 3

Abe Sapien

Abe Sapien x OC!Reader

Resident Evil

Heisenberg

Headcannons

With an s/o that gives love bites

Heisenberg with a tall s/o

Slashers with an s/o working on an art project

Smut Headcannons

Lady Dimitrescu

Female s/o headcannons

With an s/o that gives love bites

How they act when they want your attention

Random Slasher Headcannons

Their kinks

The slashers reacting to you complementing them

Lady Dimitrescu with an Injured s/o

Lady Slashers with an s/o who likes to be carried!

Horny Headcannons

Lady Dimitrescu NSFW Oneshot

Lady Slashers lifting up small s/o

Slashers with an s/o having a panic attack

Carlos Oliveira

How they act when they want your attention

Their s/o wearing their clothes

Carlos Oliveira with a serious s/o

Their kinks

Smut Headcannons

Leon Kennedy

Matchup 1

Interview with a Vampire

Lestat

Slashers Movie Preferences

Louis

Slashers Movie Preferences

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

SFW&NSFW Headcannons

Giving Eddie a Blowjob

Eddie Munson Comforting You

Eddie with Witch!Reader

2 things:

yes, please go nsfw on the ring thought

can i be 💍 anon?

yes you can!! welcome baby and what are your pronouns? <3

here are some nsfw hcs about eddie’s rings 👀

so imagine heavily making out with Eddie, his hands slowly going under your shirt, feeling the cold touch of his metal rings on your skin giving you goosebumps, which causes you to wince for a moment as you need to adjust to the cold feeling oh and he loves seeing you wince like that, the little shit

or him fingering you as deep as he can, while you feel the cold metal on your core which adds even more to the pleasure you’re feeling. his warm hands all over your body and fingers deep inside you while simultaneously feeling his cold rings on you makes you feel so good every time, and he knows it all too well

and during sex, when he’s on top of you, feeling his hot breath on your neck and ear while his hand creeps from your stomach, to your boobs and slowly to your neck. you aren’t sure what to even focus on at this point, the pleasure of him thrusting so deep inside of you, hitting that one spot or the familiar feeling of his cold rings all over your body, which still makes you wince every time. his hand wraps around your neck, making you see stars as he whispers “holy shit, you look so beautiful like this” into your ear with a deep voice… 😮‍💨

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

Vanity Fair Lie Detector Interview w/ Jamie Campbell Bower and You

hello! I've had this idea for like almost a year now lol. this is very dialogue heavy, there's not much description, but I felt like it kind of had to be, since it's just back and forth questions? idk, it's not my best work, but the idea is sickeningly cute and I needed to get it out. anyway, hope you enjoy it! <3 warnings: none! just fluff, ST4 costar!reader, gender neutral reader (pls let me know if I missed any gendered terms!)

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As part of your Stranger Things press tour following the release of Vol. 2, you and your co-star Jamie were appearing on the lie detector interview. Entering the set, it was dark, with just a single overhead light hanging above a metal table. You and Jamie sat in chairs in front of the table as you filmed the intro for the video.

"Which one of you would like to go first?" The producer asked off camera.

You both turned to look at each other, nervously smiling. You shuffled your feet against the floor.

"Uh...I guess I'll go." You shrugged. "I'll just rip the band aid off."

The camera cut and the polygraph examiner set up as you and Jamie took your places on either side of the metal table.

"I feel like I'm looking at 25 to life or something right now." You chuckled as the polygraph examiner finished hooking you up to the machine.

"Are you nervous?" Jamie smiled at you from across the table.

"I'm sweating!"

Jamie cleared his throat, adjusting his posture to sit up straight, smirking as he tried to look intimidating. Your lips scrunched into a thin line as your eyes widened, showing your anxious anticipation.

"Okay...first question: is today June 8th, 2022?" He read from the cards in his hands.

"Yes." You stated.

"Were you in season 4 of Stranger Things?"

"I was." You smiled.

"Did you always want to be an actor growing up?"

"Uh...y-yeah. I would say yes." You nodded. "One of the things I wanted to be, anyway."

"What else would you have wanted to be?"

"Uh, well I still do music, but I wanted to be a famous musician. For a hot second I wanted to be a museum curator." You smiled.

"Have you ever googled yourself to see what people think of your work?"

You laughed and then hung your head. "I have! I need the validation..."

"I'm British, and you're American. Do you think I do a good American accent?" He chuckled.

You paused, sucking in a breath jokingly before smiling. "No, I'm kidding. You do have a decently good one, actually. Yeah."

Jamie gave you a side eye and looked at the polygraph examiner, who sat still staring at the paper and moving dowels. He looked back at you and nodded judgingly.

"Do you remember your first celebrity crush?" Jamie smiled.

"Yes."

"Who was it?"

You let out a breath, a slight smile flashing across your lips. "Um, I think it was like, Orlando Bloom?" You laughed. "Man, him as a blonde elf, y'know?"

Jamie chuckled at your answer before glancing down to his cards and looking back up. He smirked. "Do you have a current celebrity crush?"

"Uh...yes." You pursed your lips, taken aback by the question slightly.

Jamie cocked an eyebrow, leaning closer over the table. "And who is your current celebrity crush?" He smirked.

Your eyes went wide and you felt your cheeks immediately blush. You glanced over to the polygraph examiner, laughing nervously. It was him. Ever since the day he walked into the table read, you were enamored with his beauty, inside and out. You were secretly so excited to be paired with him for these press events, despite not having much screen time with him. You hoped your feelings wouldn't be obvious, but now, being hooked up to a lie detector, you felt like you weren't able to hide it at all.

"Oh god...haha...uhh..." You looked back at Jamie, eyebrows high, biting your lips slightly. "Well...uh, all I'll say is... they're in the room currently..." You smiled shyly, averting your eyes.

You could feel the warmth of Jamie's smile that grew across his face. "I didn't know you felt that away about the polygraph man." He chuckled.

You looked up, seeing his cheeks lightly blushed. You giggled, looking over at the smiling polygraph examiner. "I'm glad I could finally let him know." You looked back to Jamie.

"Well...I'm sure he's absolutely flattered." He held your gaze for a moment before taking in a deep breath and looking back down at his cards. "Okay, last question... Would you say you're cooler than your character in Stranger Things?"

You laughed. "Oh god... Absolutely. They're much cooler than me, yes."

"Did you lie at any point during this interview that we didn't catch?" He asked, narrowing his eyes and leaning forward.

You grimaced, looking over to the polygraph examiner. "I don't think so, no. I didn't lie."

He gave a thumbs up and you jokingly exhaled a sigh of relief. The camera cut, and the crew came around you, setting up the next shot for Jamie to be in the hot seat. There wasn't much time for conversation as they worked around you, which you were slightly thankful for, given your admission. Though, you both did exchange a few soft glances and warm smiles, which made you feel less embarrassed. The two of you switched seats and the camera started rolling as the polygraph examiner hooked Jamie up to the machine.

"You're right, this is very surreal." Jamie laughed, looking at the equipment put on him.

"Are you nervous?"

"Maybe...I don't know yet." He smiled, settling into the seat with the wires now on him.

"You should be." You winked and brought the cards up in front of you. "Alright, is your name Jamie Campbell Bower?"

He nodded. "Yes."

"Were you born in London, England?"

"Yes."

"You played Vecna in the new season of Stranger Things, as well as a member of the Volturi in Twilight. Would you consider yourself a good villain?"

Jamie's face twisted into a thought. "Oh wow. I mean...I don't think me, personally, as a villain. I try not to be! But I suppose the villain is fun to play, definitely. I guess I play the villain well, yes."

"You've been in a number of cancelled projects. Do you think you make bad career choices?" You tried to hold back your laughter.

He laughed out loud. "Thanks for bringing it up, love. Uh...no. I think they were all projects I really believed in and felt a connection to. I chose them because I enjoyed them. So no, I don't think that."

"You have made music with bands The Darling Buds, Counterfeit, and as a solo act. Would you want to be a full-time musician if you weren't an actor?"

He thought for a moment. "I suppose, yes. But I really couldn't imagine one without the other. They're both so deeply part of me. So...yes and no?"

"Do you secretly hate the Duffer brothers for making you go through 8 hours of prosthetics to play Vecna instead of just making it CGI?"

Jamie laughed again. "No! I don't!" He looked over to the polygraph examiner.

"He's telling the truth." He said flatly.

"Phew...I still have a job, good." He jokingly wiped his brow. "No, I think the choice to have it be almost entirely practical effects really made all the difference for you know, my scene partners, as well as for my own ability to get into character."

"Did you take anything from set that no one gave you permission to take?"

"Uh....n-no...no, I don't think I took anything without permission... I hope not?"

You looked down to the cards in your hand, scanning the questions listed. But you had an idea.

Well, payback time for me. Who's your current celebrity crush, then?" You smirked, narrowing your eyes.

He rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair with a smile. "Oh god. Yeah, yeah...I guess fair is fair." He leaned forward. "Well, um...I'm looking it at them." He smiled shyly.

Your mouth hung open, lilting up at the ends in euphoric shock. You bit your lip, letting the full smile overtake your face, stinging your cheeks. "Oh...is that so?" You giggled.

"We can defer to the polygraph man." He gestured over as you both looked to the man sat in front of the machine.

He smiled, looking back over to you, nodding. "He's telling the truth."

"Oh...well, I guess that's-that's convenient isn't it?" You giggled, feeling your cheeks flush.

"Did we just become a couple in this interview?" Jamie laughed.

"I think we did." You shook your head in disbelief, joining him in his laughter.

"Wow, this was much more affective than Tinder, this is what everyone should be doing." He gestured to the lie detector equipment.

"And on camera, too." You gave finger guns to the camera, giving a wink. "Um...but okay. Wow... Well, final question: Did you lie at any point during this interview and we didn't catch it?"

Jamie shook his head. "No, I don't believe I told any lies."

The polygraph examiner nodded, backing up that Jamie had not told lies. You smiled, setting the cards down, laying your hands on the table. Jamie smiled and reached across, taking your hands in his. The camera cut and the crew swelled around, taking the lie detector equipment away and setting up for you two to film the outro to the video.

The crew set the chairs back to the front of the table and had you two sit their once again. The producer called to roll the camera and let you know to start.

"Well, this has been Lie Detector Interview, or Lie Detector Matchmaker I guess." Jamie chimed. You burst out laughing, nudging Jamie's shoulder. "I thought this would be terrifying, but it actually went quite well I'd say." He looked to you.

You nodded. "Better than I would have expected." You smiled up at him. "Thanks so much for having us, Vanity Fair! This has been lovely!"

You both held your hands up, intertwined with the other, before leaning against one another with smiles on both of your faces.

"This is video is going to break the internet." Jamie whispered, leaning into your ear, drawing a delighted laugh from you just as they cut the camera.

Dating Eddie Munson HC

pairing: Eddie Munson x female!reader

fandom: Stranger Things

warnings: suggestive language, some curse words, borderline NSFW but I tried to keep it as mature and neutral as possible? but sex is mentioned... proceed at your own risk.

🔞 none of the following content is appropriate for minors 🔞 ❌ all taglists are discontinued 🚫 i do not give permission for any of my work to be posted, copied, translated, or uploaded to any other platforms 🚫

• his love language is physical touch and words of affirmation

• get ready to have your hair played with endlessly; gentle scalp massages when cuddling, the ends being fiddled with, his hand smoothing over the back of your head before threading his fingers through your hair when he brings you into his chest for a hug.

• yeah - lots of cuddles. he likes having you close, whether you're leaning your chin into his shoulder while watching the D&D campaign he's running or laid in his twin bed, head to his chest. he likes having you close, despite teasing from some friends.

• getting high in his van or in his trailer. lots of nature walks with a couple of joints. him getting a new strain and wanting to 'test' it with you before selling it. him teaching you how to roll, too.

• he likes listening to you read out loud. no matter if it's a textbook while you study or an old book from the library you've been meaning to read for ages now, he likes listening to you. he might lay on your chest while you're propped up on pillows, eyes sometimes following along the words you're reading or sliding them close; he likes the latter because his mind can conjure the images you're describing. sometimes, you're on the couch and he's on the floor, between your legs, listening while he's mapping out a new campaign.

• he brings you flowers because he's an old soul and likes watching your face light up at the different bouquets. he makes it his mission to get a new set every other Sunday. and he secretly likes the fact that you keep a few florals from each bouquet in an old shoe box in your closet before throwing the rest away, washing the vase, and placing the new bouquet in.

• he keeps a polaroid of you two in his wallet. another one is rubber banded to the driver's side visor so whenever he flips it down, there's a picture of just you. there's another one of you both on his bedside stand, though it's the only thing constantly on display (except his guitar, of course) as his room is ridiculously messy and cramped.

• invites you to every show his band plays. and damn near every band practice.

• he visits you at work all the time at the local pharmacy. you take your lunch break with him and nearly lose track of time, insisting you have to get back to work, but his pout and plea for "just one more kiss" lock you in place. you're typically 5-10 minutes late from lunch but nobody minds.

• he likes driving you places because it's calm. the drive soothes you both, it's an effort to even spend just a few more minutes together, and the feeling of his ringed hand on your thigh or tangled with your hand makes your stomach feel warm and full.

• once you're dating, he only uses your full name when he's angry or frustrated with you - so, next to never. he uses nearly every pet name in the book, except the more 'cringe' ones. he gives them a try, but you both usually laugh at how awkward it sounds before going back to your fail-safe: baby.

• he's nearly never angry or frustrated with you. you can be stubborn, sure, but you both found a way to communicate best for each other so there's not a lot of miscommunication.

• he likes to gently pick at your nerves, too. if you tell him you're ticklish, he'll look for blind spots to poke your waist or squeeze your ribs cage because he adores the sound of your laughter - even if it means he gets wacked in the chest for it.

• wearing his clothes is a given. he's missing a few graphic band t-shirts and hoodies, and almost asks if you've seen them before you're walking out of your house to get in his car... in his shirt. he tries to conceal his hard-on all day, but typically by lunch, you can expect a mid-day rendezvous in the abandoned drama classroom that doubles for Hellfire meetings. and if you happen to wear his Hellfire shirt on that particular day, expect him to sit back on the 'throne' with you riding him in only that shirt. those days, you typically miss lunch, 5th, and a part of 6th period, too.

• school events don't interest either of you, so, you don't participate in the pep rally's or assemblies. where do you go? naturally, the Hellfire room, where things can get a little heated but mostly just the pair of you talking, kissing lazily, making fun of the school and a few of the bullies that like to pick on Eddie.

( • if you are a cheerleader, Eddie's at every game you're cheering at just to gloat to anyone around him, "that's my girlfriend." sometimes, he gets nods of approval or those manly dap-ups from people. )

• ah, yes, the bullies. they try to target you but your 'take no bullshit' attitude is one of the things that attracted Eddie - so, they quickly grow bored when you don't give them the response they want or expect. however, Eddie does often retaliate and the bullies have learned that if they pick on you through Eddie, he gets really riled up.

• until you find the bullies cornering him and easily pass by the group, hand snatching Eddie's, and leading him out of the school as the lowlives call insults at your back. once in his van, you're reaching for the glovebox and pulling a joint and lighter out, getting the end lit, before handing it to Eddie, telling him, "don't listen to them, baby, they don't know shit. only reason they mess with you so much is because they're miserable in their own lives."

• "but I can't listen to them say shit about you - "

• "if I gave a single fuck what anyone thought, this would be a different conversation. I don't care, you shouldn't either."

• Eddie comes to you with nearly any problem he has. Uncle's being a bit of a dick? straight to you. homework overwhelming him? he's on the phone to you within minutes. can't restring his guitar right? finger tips slightly raw and bleeding? he's picking you up from work and bringing you back to his trailer, where you almost too easily restring the guitar for him. he thanks you by making dinner - his specialty? hamburger helper.

• he worries about telling you he's failed another class and has to repeat, but you just kiss his cheek and assure him you'd both try a little harder next year. and if he needs academic help, he knows to come to you because you have a way of understanding the information and regurgitating it in a way he'll understand and better grasp the concept.

• Eddie often worries he's not enough for you, but after an hour of being in your presence, he's assured there's nobody else you want. it's really not that hard to tell with the way you look at him with so much admiration, he's nearly stunned.

• he also looks at you like you hung the moon, so, you know there's nobody else for him but you. mutual reassurance goes a long way for you both, so, neither mind giving it to the other. whether verbally or nonverbally, it's nice that you both can assure the other you're in love.

• he can read your body language better than anyone. your jaw might clench a little and he knows you are trying to suppress irritation; so, he reaches out to toss his arm around your neck and press a few kisses to your temple. the action always makes you smile, and this time is no different. your leg might bounce nervously, and Eddie's leaning over to distract you by muttering a few really bad jokes in your ear. does the trick - you're laughing lightly and whatever worry might've plagued you, is long gone from the look in your eye. your tongue keeps poking out to wet your lips, both rolling inward to purse together in anxiety, and what's Eddie doing? swooping in and pressing his puckered lips over your nose, chin, and cheeks until you're smiling - then, he's kissing your lips until you're both lost in one another.

• ah, sex with Eddie is actually a great time. he's a switch; sometimes he likes to dominate you and other times, he likes to be dominated and cared for. he's a pro at aftercare and his hands wouldn't leave you as you both catch your breath. skin to skin contact is a must for him, and the feeling of you tracing his bare tattoos is Godly.

• lots of risky, semi-public sex. he likes pushing the envelope and while you thought you'd never be like that, something about Eddie makes you feel safe and energized for the adventure. he's always reassuring and on high alert for you both; allowing you, yourself, to be lost in the pleasure he's trying to instill. and instill he does. 😮‍💨

• I don't care what anyone says - Eddie is both an ass and titty man. he loves popping your nipple in his mouth because they're sensitive and a sure-fire way to get your head to tilt back, mouth to open in a silent gasp, and for your eyes to screw shut - juuuuust slightly. and when you're riding him, his hands don't know how to be anywhere else except your ass; helping you raise and lower to his tempo. or, if you're doggy, his fingers are pressing with a bruising grip into your hips, mesmerized by the ripples his thrusts create over your ass, before giving a few hearty slaps. he'd soothe the sting after with soft caresses.

• his fingers - holy fuck, his fingers. y'all get this right? no? well, the years of playing guitar has made them slightly calloused but he knows what he's doing with his fingers when inside you. takes him only minutes to get you worked up into a panting, sweating mess; knees shaking, stomach curling, orgasm building. his fingers, man.

• Hellfire club obviously adoring you and never minding when you sit-in for campaigns. Eddie sometimes asks your opinions on certain characters or events he's planning, and when you hear your suggestions come out in play during an actual game, you can't help but lean in and kiss his cheek lightly. he knows you've noticed, and he lets his stomach fill with small butterflies over your approval.

• ah - approval. this boy lives for words of affirmations, it IS one of his love languages after all. he's very insecure about a lot but uses a macho bravado to fool the public into thinking he's aloof, uncaring. but boy - he has insecurities like a motherfucker. so, you never mind telling him, "oh, shit, Eddie! I didn't even think of that - you're so smart - thank you, baby!" when he gives you an idea for your college essay. or telling him how in love you are with him, reminding him you feel safe and complete; assuring him there's nobody you'd rather be with, or spend time with. and you bring up the future only in small tidbits, but enough for him to feel certain that while he's thinking of a future with you, you're thinking of one with him, too.

• he kills spiders for you, like a dream man should.

• you have anxiety, and Eddie knows how to help. he can read your body language like a pro, remember? so, he's usually in tune to when you feel anxious in any situation and does what he can to help alleviate that.

• he doesn't mind when your nervousness causes you to toy and fiddle with his rings. it could be in class, or in the hall, on a date; there's no real telling when it'll strike, so, he's happy to let you play with them. for any reason, if he has to leave (like separate classes or you have work) he'll easily slip a ring off and push it onto your finger. he'd playfully tell you, "don't lose that one, it's my favorite," because the rings DON'T fit you at all. but it's the gesture that counts and he knows that you'll keep the ring in your hand, or pocket, or on your finger to twirl around. when he sees you again, he kisses your forehead as you slid his ring back on and thank his quietly. "don't have to thank me, baby, I'm just here for whatever you may need, okay?"

• your parents love him because he easily charmed your mother and father. if he's coming over for a family dinner, he brings your mother flowers, too, and might even sit and watch a sports game with your father. sometimes, he might even show up with a 6-pack and when you open the door in confusion, your father's behind you, greeting, "ah, 'bout time you got here! c'mon, son, game's about to start!"

• "you're here to watch football with my Dad?"

• he'd grin, "what, you didn't think you were the only perk of us dating, huh?"

• he's a little shit - but you love him none the less.

• he'd even try to catch up on your father's favorite sports team statistics to help him in their conversations later. one time, he even got up at 3 am to watch a rerun of some game! just because he missed it on 'regular programming' and wanted to be able to keep up with your dad the next time he saw him.

• oh, shit, and don't get me started on him and your mother. those two are two peas in a pod! she some how manages to get him to help her bake or cook when he's over, despite it being like pulling teeth to get him to help you. truth is, he'd do anything for your parents because he'd do anything for you. and they're so welcoming that he forgets it's not a family dynamic he has, because your family makes him like he's apart of theirs.

• obviously, he teaches you to play guitar. you prefer the acoustic, but you can manage your way around his electric. you're not the greatest, but the look he gives you when you're trying - ugh! wow. major swoon alert.

• Eddie's only been in a handful of fights, and at least four of those have been because someone's made a backhanded comment about you. he's a big believer in the 'talk shit, get hit' mentality.

• as much as he adores your hair, he could die a happy man when you play with his. when you realize it's almost a sure-fire way to calm him down, you're using it every chance you get. your hand would casually smooth across his shoulder blades as you nestled into is side with an arm anchoring around your waist, before slowly, your hand would creep up to his neck and start to gently scrap your nails through his hairline. he was like putty a moment later, and whatever situation that had him all tense was in the back of his mind for your fingers to pull out completely.

• he loves it when he's talking and smiles, you're reaching up to gently poke at his dimples. it makes him blush every. single. time. not sure why, but he just does.

• Eddie kisses your nose. like a lot. it's stupid cute. but you melt for forehead kisses (who doesn't?).

• both of your favorite holiday being Halloween and naturally, finding couple costumes. he pretends it's tacky and overplayed but secretly adores it. it's like an unspoken statement to anyone with eyes that you are his.

• getting excited when you discover new music because you can't wait to introduce Eddie.

• he might not like every song, but he's always willing to listen to whatever you want. sometimes, when he's missing you, he'll pop one of your mixtapes into his stereo, and even if he said he didn't like them before, some of the songs become personal favorites because it reminds him of you.

• him getting you your own denim jacket so you match. then, on dates or random adventures, he'll start collecting pins or patches to stitch on your jacket. it sorta becomes a collage of your relationship. ow, my heart.

• after the events of S4, he finds it difficult to sleep and can only truly rest in your arms; where he tells you, he's the safest. not where he FEELS the safest, but he says it in a way that makes it all sound like a factual statement he read from a textbook. he IS safest in your arms, and he relishes in the feeling of being able to sleep without the fear of nightmares.

• small arguments over what to have for dinner, "we've had pizza, like, three times this week! choose something else, please!" or even what movie to watch for date night, "baby, it's been six weeks since we watch A New Hope, I think it's time, again."

• that nerd gets you into Star Wars and yeah, you might go all see the movies together in theater. ain't nothing wrong with that.

• you adorning his light mustache but finding his clean shaven face just as good.

• oh, yeah! and you're the reason he grew his hair out. in, like, 9th grade, you mentioned you thought long hair looked good on guys, and he spent 2 years trying to grow it out properly. he still pats himself on the back when he feels you grip onto his locks if you're in a particularly feral love-making session, or when you absentmindedly start playing with it, or at any point he feels you in his hair. yeah, good job, Eddie.

• any and every chance he gets, he's reminding you he loves you. grocery store? DMV? school? when you're trying to help a customer? he's there, with a silly grin on his face, "you're honestly so beautiful, man, how'd I get so lucky? God, I love you."

• your managers getting annoyed 'cause he hangs out at the counter without ever buying something. but they think young love is cute, so, they deal with it for the most part. sometimes he buys a candy bar to sate them, sometimes he just pulls a face before leaning over the counter to kiss you and be on his way - with a promise to pick you up.

• he smells ridiculously nice and started to pay close attention to it after your first date. you said he smelled nice and since then, he's made it his mission to afford the same bottle of cologne, just to hear those words from your lips again.

• he likes pulling you into his lap. he really, really just likes having you close.

• he loves scary movies 'cause it's an excuse to have you wrapped in his arms, like a koala. he'll insist that every date night in October has to do with something scary - or to that cute pumpkin patch you like to go to.

• actually, the polaroid Dustin takes of you two at the pumpkin patch (after whining to not be left behind) is the polaroid YOU keep in YOUR wallet all the time. the picture your mother took of you two at your senior prom is on your bedside table... the only school dance Eddie allowed himself to go to.

• he only went to prom (one time, in '84) because you made mention of possibly wanting to go - so, what did that nerd do? potentially the first ever prom-posal, where he spelled out the word 'PROM?' with rose petals in your bedroom.

• luckily your parents weren't home yet because you ended up fucking on the rose petals.

• and when things are REALLY serious, he wants you to tattoo a lil something on him. he trusts you with everything in him, and insists he wants "a part of you" with him always. something he can't lose. something permanent - "permanent, like my love for you, baby."

• all in all, Eddie Munson is the ideal (perfect) boyfriend and my mind will not be changed - thank yeeeewwww.