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My baby shy!reader learning to play D&D for Eddie had me giggling and kicking my feet like a school girl 😍 I love them so much! What about Eddie doing something like that with shy!reader’s interests? Like what if he sees her reading a book and starts reading the same one so that they can talk about it together? I love your work and I love what you’re doing with this series ❤️

OH MY GOSH I LOVE THIS 😭🫶🏻😵‍💫 also, for reference, this takes place before shy!reader learns D&D! (this blurb is part of a collection and can be read alone, or in addition to the ones listed below)

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Wayne’s nursing a steaming cup of black coffee- the contents of his favorite mug still much too hot to enjoy- while he flips through the morning paper. Outside, the sun has just started to rise, causing soft oranges and bright pinks to filter in through the singular window above the sink. Across from him, Eddie silently shovels spoonfuls of cereal into his mouth. He’s not in a hurry. For the first time in a long time he’s actually up before the sun, and not rushing to get to school last minute.

He takes a sip of coffee, a small hiss leaving his lips when he burns his tongue on the scorching liquid and folds his paper back up. Eddie doesn’t even flinch. He’s too invested in the book in front of him to notice that Wayne’s been watching him for the last minute.

“What’re you reading?” He asks, and Eddie finally looks up from his book upon hearing the question that’s cut through the peaceful silence.

“The Princess Bride.” His mouth is full when he responds, and a little bit of milk dribbles past his lips and onto his chin. He quickly wipes it with the back of his hand and continues chewing before, eventually, swallowing the rest of the cereal in his mouth.

“I don’t remember that one.” Wayne raises an eyebrow, trying to recall if he’d ever read it before. His memory wasn’t what it used to be, but it didn’t look or sound familiar. “Is it for school?”

“No.”

“Hmm,” Wayne hums thoughtfully before asking, “So, what’s her name?“

Wayne’s been looking after Eddie for over ten years. He was the one that taught his nephew to read, and if memory served right- which he knew it did- Eddie absolutely hated reading. Whenever he was required to read for school, he always made a big deal out of the fact that he despised reading.

It was so utterly boring for him to sit still long enough to immerse himself in the literature he was forced to read. Even on the off chance that he found something he actually enjoyed reading, he could only make it through a few chapters at a time before he grew antsy.

For the past few weeks, he’s been reading a new book every few days. He stays up late, and wakes up even earlier just to squeeze in extra reading time- and Wayne’s definitely noticed the somewhat subtle, yet dramatic, shift in his nephew’s interests.

“Buttercup,” Eddie announces, and this time when Wayne brings the warm mug to his lips, he almost chokes on his sip. “She’s in love with Westley, but betrothed to Prince Humperdinck- who doesn’t even care about what Buttercup wants, selfish prick-“ Before Wayne can reiterate his question, Eddie’s going off on a tangent- explaining the entire plot of the book he’s reading, while being completely oblivious to what his uncle was truly asking him. “Anyway, she gets kidnapped and- what?”

He doesn’t mean to laugh. Really, Wayne didn’t mean to let out a soft chuckle, but between the utterly ridiculous names his nephew keeps repeating, and the tragic plot of the novel- coupled with the fact that he’s completely oblivious to what Wayne was really asking- was just too much.

“That sounds nice, son,” He offers an apologetic smile that causes Eddie’s furrowed brow to soften, “But I meant the girl you’re reading this book for.”

In an instant, his cheeks flush with warmth. His eyes widen, and when he tries to offer an answer, the words get stuck in his throat.

“W-why would you-“ Eddie clears his throat, “What makes you think I’m reading this for a girl?”

“Guy or girl, I don’t judge.” Wayne raises both hands softly, defensively, and the smallest bit of tension lifts from his nephew’s shoulders. Still, Eddie looks like a deer in headlights, and while it wasn’t his intention to make him uncomfortable or embarrassed, he realizes that there might’ve been more subtle ways to broach the subject. “And because last week you finished Carrie, and the week before that you finished Fevre Dream, I believe,” For someone who constantly forgets to take out the trash and complains that he’s growing old and forgetful, Wayne’s memory is still sharp as ever. “I haven’t heard you play guitar in weeks. You haven’t planned a campaign in, I don’t even know how long, and you spend any chance you get with your nose buried in a book.” He takes a breath before explaining, “Don’t take this the wrong way kid, but it’s just not like you.”

His uncle has always been a lot more observant than he ever let on. Despite the fact that he worked ungodly hours just to put a roof over both of their heads and wasn’t really around as much, he always noticed the little things.

Eddie’s never felt this way about anyone before. Sure, he thought girls were pretty and fantasized about being in relationships with them- but he knew that they would never amount to anything beyond a daydream. The difference between being attracted to someone and finding them physically attractive is night and day. While he thinks that you’re the most gorgeous girl he’s ever seen, he’s also attracted to you- not just your looks. The revelation simultaneously excites and terrifies him.

Wayne, who’s still waiting for an answer, parts his lips to tell him that he doesn’t have to answer if he doesn’t want to, but Eddie beats him to it.

“Y/N,” Just saying your name causes a smile to appear on his face. “Her name is Y/N.”

“And what’s she like?” His uncle asks and Eddie doesn’t even know where to begin.

“She’s-“ He shakes his head. Describing you wouldn’t do you justice. No words could ever truly describe you, or how you made him feel. He tries to think of something, anything, to tell his uncle about you, but he’s utterly overwhelmed- in the best way possible.

“I figured you had it bad, but I didn’t think it was this bad.” Wayne chuckles again. “Oh to be young and in love, again.” He sighs, and Eddie’s eyes widen.

“I’m not-“ He quickly defends, “I don’t-“

“It’s alright, son.” His uncle assures him gently. “It happens to even the strongest men.” It’s not even an ego thing. It has nothing to do with his masculinity or being afraid to be vulnerable. Eddie only met you a few months ago, and while he has strong feelings towards you, he’s not sure if insinuating that those feelings had anything to do with love would be completely accurate. Surely, love wasn’t a one-sided attraction. Before he can dwell on the thought any longer, Wayne asks another question, “So, she likes to read?”

“That’s all she does,” Eddie runs a hand through his hair, letting out a defeated sigh as he finally closes the book. “Every day at lunch, she just sits there with her book.”

“Sounds like she might be a little shy.” Wayne offers and Eddie nods in agreement. “S’that why you’re readin’ now? So that you can talk to her about something she likes?”

“It sounds stupid, I know-“ Eddie immediately defends, resting his palm on his forehead. It really does sound silly when he says it out loud. Before he loses himself to a nasty mix of intrusive thoughts, crippling doubt, and wicked self-deprecation, Wayne reels him back in.

“Not stupid,” He quickly corrects his nephew with a small smile, “Thoughtful.” Wayne remembers what it was like to have a crush on someone- how your heart races when you think about them and how your knees never feel strong enough to hold you up. He’s had enough crushes to know that whatever Eddie feels towards you, isn’t that. Whether or not he knows, is a completely different story. In an attempt to lighten the tense air that’s settled around the table, he gestures to the books beside Eddie. “Now, tell me more about what happens after Buttercup gets kidnapped.”

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Table Read

“It’s a matter of pride for me, honestly from my end it has always been 100% professional. Every. Single. Time.” I said earnestly to my disbelieving co-star.

“I just don’t get it; I couldn’t help but fall for Charlie when we first did our scene together.” Natalia grinned.

“Hell even I had a crush on Dacre during season 3” Maya admitted, making the rest of us giggle. I didn’t know what to say to convince them, but I honestly hadn’t had a crush on any of my male co-stars, but the girls were convinced that with my new big romantic arc coming this season that, that would change.

“I bet this new guy will make you feel differently” Maya teased.

“Listen, the day I have a crush on a co-star is the day that pigs fly” I stated very matter of factly.

The girls laughed loudly together as we collected our coffees, making our way to the table read.

Once we reached the room there was an buzz of excitement, everyone greeted each other and soon it was like we’d had never left. The bell rang and everyone sat at their respective seats. The girls were sat opposite me and smiled. I noticed that the seat next to mine was empty and the name tag read ‘Joseph Quinn’. He must be the new guy.

“Hi” said a voice and I looked up.

Shit.

“I’m Joseph” he smiled as he sat down next to me.

“Hi I’m Y/n” I said in a slightly higher octave than I intended to, I cleared my throat.

“It’s nice to meet you Joseph, have you been settling in well?” I asked.

Is my heartbeat racing?

“Oh yeah man, thank God. I was terrified. It’s hard being the new guy, let alone in Hollywood. I was bracing myself for the worst case scenario but thankfully everyone has been gracious” he laughed flashing his beautiful smile. I couldn’t but smile back.

“I must admit it’s nice sitting next to a fellow brit” he beamed as he lightly squeezed my wrist. Trying to ignore the rush of electricity shooting up and down my body over his touch, I held his hand and responded “ditto and hey anytime you need a decent cuppa you’re more than welcome to my trailer. Not to brag but I have my own kettle and custard creams.” I grinned with a wink.

Am I flirting?

His eyes bore into me as his tongue quickly traced his lips. “I’ll definitely take you up on that” he smiled. I felt my heart skip a beat as I placed my hand back on the table.

I looked across the table and saw the girls giggling and winking back at me. My phone buzzed and I quickly opened the message that read:

“BREAKING NEWS: PIGS FLY”

Dammit.

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The Responsible One | Eddie Munson

Summary: Out of the Hellfire club, the reader is the most responsible one and basically the mother of the group. But Eddie can’t bring himself to confess his feelings.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warning: none

Type: Oneshot

It has all started the first week of senior year. Now this was Eddie’s third time repeating his senior year, but he claimed this time was going to be different. And it was for one reason.

With each school year, Eddie picked out some little ‘lost sheep’ in the crowd to become part of his Hellfire Club. Just last semester, Eddie had found the most unlikely person to join their group. Her name was Y/n L/n.

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Hi! I don’t know if you have requests open but if you do I would die if you did a part two to shy reader & Eddie! It was so cute and exactly how I would have been if I had a crush on Eddie in highschool and I haven’t seen many fics of Eddie being kinda shy and it was just so cute!

please don’t die 🥺 I’m overwhelmed by all of the love and support I’ve got for my first blurb 🥹 thank you all so much! as per multiple requests, I’m going to be turning this into a blurb series with multiple parts that can be read alone, or in chronological order! thanks again for being so supportive and lovely! 🤍

“I’ve got it!” You shout, hoping that you’re loud enough for your mom to hear you downstairs over the loud ringing from the phone. Rising from your bed, you quickly shut your bedroom door and reach for the phone on your bedside table, knocking a few books over in your haste. “Hi,” By the time you answer, you’re nearly out of breath.

“Hi.” He replies.

“I wasn’t sure if you were going to call.” You admit, holding the phone between your shoulder and your ear while you adjust the books you knocked over.

“Sorry-“ He begins, and you immediately cut him off.

“No, no, no! Please, don’t apologize! I really appreciate you taking the time to help me with this.”

A few weeks ago, you had an idea. It was far-fetched and seemed nearly impossible, but when you shared your idea with your friends, they assured you it wasn’t as impossible as you thought it would be. As it turned out, Mike, Dustin, and Lucas had a friend who could help you with your predicament. The only problem was he lived all the way in California, which meant that the only way he could offer his assistance was over the phone.

“It’s no problem, really,” Will assures you. “I’m just glad someone actually wants to talk about D&D with me, again.” He masks the sadness in his voice with a soft chuckle before asking, “Do you have a copy of the dungeon master's rule book in front of you?”

“Yes.” You reach for the book on your bedside table. “Mike lent me an old copy that he found tucked away in his basement.” You tell him, flipping through a few of the pages. “I’m assuming the marks in the margins are yours?”

“Yeah, they’re mine.” He beams proudly. Knowing that Mike kept his old rule book fills his chest with a warmth he hasn’t felt in years, and despite the fact that you’ve never met him, you can practically hear Will’s smile on the other end of the line. “Why don’t we start reading section by section and I can explain anything that you don’t understand after we get to the end?”

“That works.” You agree.

“Alright, so…”

A few weeks later Eddie’s in a bad mood. He failed another English Lit quiz- one that he tried studying for but felt completely overwhelmed and eventually gave up- someone keyed the side of his van, and one of his guitar strings snapped when he was tuning it. To make matters worse, not a single one of his friends had wished him a happy birthday.

He never really liked his birthday. Actually, he kind of hated it. He hated how he looked forward to it every year as a kid, only to be let down. He hated how his parents would often be too drunk or stoned to remember it and he hated how much he wanted them to celebrate him- even if it was only just for a day. There wasn’t a single day that they let him forget that he was the bane of their existence.

Wayne tried to make his birthdays special for him. With what little money he had, he would take Eddie to the record shop and let him pick a new cassette tape or take him to see a movie he’d been dying to see, but money was always tight and Eddie always ended up feeling guilty whenever his uncle would splurge on him- even if it was for a seemingly special occasion.

Eddie’s grown to despise his birthday, and this birthday is proving to be no different than any of the rest. Wayne took a double shift, so he wasn’t even there this morning when Eddie woke up and he wouldn’t be back until early tomorrow morning. Very few people actually knew when his birthday was, but the few who did- Jeff and Gareth- hadn’t even wished him well. He went about the day in a sour mood. The only time a smile even threatened to spread across his lips was when your knee brushed his as you took a seat for lunch, but that was it. You mumbled a quick apology and continued working on your Spanish homework with Mike for the rest of lunch.

When his phone rang a few hours later, his chest filled with hope. He wasn’t expecting anything in particular, but for whatever reason, he allowed himself to get his hopes up once again. He should’ve known by now that he was going to be let down.

“How do you forget your entire backpack at school?” Eddie grumbles, following Dustin through the abandoned halls. “You’re supposed to wear it on your back.” He adds, just in case the concept is lost on Dustin. “It’s literally impossible to lose! Yet somehow, you’ve managed!“

Of course, it was Dustin who called him, asking for a ride to school because he, apparently, left his entire backpack behind.

It wasn’t Dustin’s fault that Eddie was having an awful day, and Eddie certainly didn’t expect his youngest friend to know that today was his birthday- since they had only met a few months earlier- but he still couldn’t help the bitter edge to his voice.

Dustin either didn’t notice or wasn’t fazed by Eddie’s sour mood. He offered a toothy grin and gently elbowed his side.

“I really appreciate this, buddy.” He thanked him. “Good thing you didn’t have any plans tonight, huh?”

“How convenient,” Eddie’s frown deepens. “Now, would you go grab your bag so that we can get the hell out of here?”

As luck would have it, the universe wasn’t done being cruel to him.

“Slight problem,” Dustin winces before explaining, “I think I left it inside the Hellfire room.”

“You think?”

“Nope, I definitely left it there.” He confirms, shaking his head while he makes a big display of mentally retracing his steps and tapping his temple when he finally recalls where he left his bag.

“Damn it, Henderson.” Eddie groans, fishing his keys out of his pocket while Dustin leads them down the narrow hall. “You better hurry up, I don’t want to get caught sneaking around these halls this late at night. This town doesn’t need another reason to put my head on a sta-“

“Surprise!”

As soon as Eddie opens the door, he’s caught off guard. Mike, Gareth, Jeff, and even Lucas- who is still slightly sweaty from having run from the gymnasium as soon as basketball practice ended- are all gathered around the table, waiting to welcome him. They rise to their feet, one by one, and swarm him. They ruffle his hair and clap him on the shoulder. Dustin even gives him a tight hug, for good measure.

Eddie can’t remember the last time he’s ever felt so appreciated.

“Did you seriously think we’d forget your birthday?” Jeff asks, playfully nudging his shoulder.

“It’s all Y/N’s been talking about for weeks.” Mike beams, and it’s only then that Eddie realizes that you’re there, too. The teasing from his friends falls on deaf ears when you finally approach him. Not even the obnoxious wolf whistle, courtesy of Gareth, was enough to get Eddie’s attention.

“Y-you did all of this?” He asks, both in utter shock and awe. “For me?”

“I hope it’s alright.” You admit, meeting his eyes and his lips part in shock.

“Alright?” He takes a step closer, and it takes every last bit of willpower to force himself not to rest his palms against your cheeks and force you to meet his stare. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you. “It’s already perfect.” He’s nearly on the verge of tears as he assures you, “Best birthday ever.”

You offer him a sweet smile before everyone takes their seats. Although they were never really assigned, everyone has their own spots, and they never, ever change. Over the last few months, you’ve occupied the seat closest to Eddie. It used to be Lucas’ seat, but since he was rarely able to make time for both basketball practice and Hellfire Club, it’s become yours. Besides, Eddie preferred sitting next to you, anyway.

He takes his place upon his throne, and it’s only then that he realizes that the room has fallen silent.

“Uh, Eddie?” Mike’s the first to speak.

“Yeah?”

“Y/N’s sitting there.” He explains, and Eddie’s not sure he’s heard him correctly.

“What?”

“I’ve been, uh, learning how to create my own campaign, and over the past few weeks I perfected it- with the help of some friends- so that you could play, for your birthday.” You tell him, gesturing towards the dark purple binder in your hands. “Tonight, I’m the dungeon master, and you’re Eddie the Banished.”

He doesn’t know what to say. The last time he played, actually played, was when he was a freshman and there was an entirely different senior occupying the throne. It hits him, suddenly- the realization that you’ve not only learned how to create your own campaign but that you’ve planned to surprise him with a game for his birthday.

“I-I-“ He struggles to find the words to express his gratitude. “That’s, um-“ His voice wavers, and he forces himself not to cry- knowing that no one would ever let him live it down if he let the tears he’s been holding back start freely flowing down his cheeks. “Wow. I d-don’t even know-“

“I think what he’s trying to say, is thank you.” Dustin comes to his aid, offering you a kind smile as he claps Eddie on the shoulder.

“And that he’s excited,” Lucas adds, earning a nod from his friend.

“I think he’s having a stroke.” Gareth chimes in, earning a laugh from Jeff and a glare from Eddie.

He steps away from his throne, offering you a silent smile before occupying the seat that’s become your own. You’re beyond excited about what you have in store for the rest of the night, and with a wide grin, you beam.

“Shall we, boys?”

Your campaign puts Eddie’s to shame. He doesn’t know who helped you create something so intricate and immersive, but he can’t tell if he admires them, or envies them. After everyone gives Eddie his gifts- they all pitched in to get him a new set of dice and a few patches for his jacket- they all say their goodbyes, leaving the two of you alone as you continue packing up the game.

“You won.” Your heart starts to beat a little faster when he offers you an easy smile, and you’re not sure if it’s because you’re buzzing with excitement or fear for what you’re about to do. “Fair and square.”

“Fair and square, huh?” He laughs and it’s like music to your ears.

“Yeah,” You nod, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear before biting back a shy smile. “I didn’t even let you win,” His eyes widen and his cheeks flush with embarrassment. He’s going to kill Gareth. “This time, at least.” Your smile makes his heart race, and the nervous giggle that escapes your lips when you see how flustered he is makes him feel like he’s going to go into cardiac arrest.

He always feels like this- so incredibly overwhelmed and happy- whenever he’s around you. You’ve brought peace to his life and the comfort of not having to constantly prove himself. You don’t expect anything from him- you’re the only person who never has- and that peace is unlike anything he’s ever felt before. It’s addicting. It’s intoxicating- in the best way possible- and he’s afraid that it’s too good to be true. You have to be some kind of fantasy that he conjured up.

“Happy birthday, Eds.” You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to let go of all of your fears long enough to take a leap of faith and press your lips to his cheek.

His eyes widen, shock evident across all of his features, and it was worth it, to see him become absolutely speechless for a change.

You’d do it again in a heartbeat.

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In desperate need of Eddie and shy!reader where she sits with them at lunch and she gets along with everyone but whenever Eddie’s around she goes quiet or heads to the library and he starts to think it’s because she doesn’t like him but it’s actually the opposite 🥲

THIS WAS LITERALLY ME IN HS!!! I WAS THE ONE THAT SAT AT THE TABLE SILENTLY AND READ 🤧 also, I based readers character off of my d&d character 👀 enjoy! 🫶🏻 this is for you @becauseicantthinkwritings (part 2,here!)

“Are you insane?” Jeff knows it’s a rhetorical question, but his lips part with an answer, anyway. Gareth, who's already made up his mind, pops the tab on the can in front of him. “There’s no way in hell I’m trading my Slice for your measly can of Tab.”

“What if I offer my giggles for the rest of the week and an extra packet of fruit snacks for the next two?” He thinks quickly, countering his original offer before Gareth takes the first sip of the soda he desperately craves.

“Now we’re talking.” Gareth’s smile stretches wide and he slides the can in front of Jeff, who beams proudly. His triumph is short-lived, however, when Gareth extends his hand towards him and clears his throat- silently gesturing to the snacks he’d been promised.

From across the table, you can’t help but smile at their interaction. While others might’ve judged your surrounding company as a band of misfits, weirdos, and even freaks, they were like the brothers you never had. Their banter- although sometimes distracting- was never dull, and it always made the designated thirty minutes you had for lunch pass by in a blur. Turning your attention back to the book in your lap, you scan the page for the spot you left off on, only to lose it once again when someone says your name.

“Did you ever finish working on your character sheet?” Dustin asks, piquing the interests of everyone else at the table as they divert their attention towards you and silently await your answer.

A few weeks ago, Gareth swiped an extra sheet from Eddie’s folder after you expressed an interest in learning how to play. The game had always fascinated you, but you never had a group to play with, or someone willing to teach you how to play. Erica Sinclair, the girl you babysit from time to time, tried her best to teach you, but her patience couldn’t withstand the many, many questions you had, so you thought your chances of ever learning were a lost cause- until Dustin’s mom gifted him a new set of d&d miniatures for his birthday.

The entire table was amazed- acknowledging even the smallest details on each and every figurine- and you wished you could share their enthusiasm, but you couldn’t tell the difference between a wizard and a sorcerer. While the rest of your friends found themselves enamored by the tiny figurines, you continued to lose yourself in your book. It wasn’t until Dustin silently pushed one of the small pieces in front of you that you looked up from your page.

With a toothy grin, he explained that she was an eladrin sorcerer and that their party could use an eladrin sorcerer- to which everyone agreed. Touched by the gesture, you explained the predicament you were in, and much to your surprise, every single one of them offered to help you learn.

Dustin seemed the most excited- meeting you with the same enthusiasm Erica did when you first expressed an interest to learn before you started asking questions- and Mike and Gareth had already started arguing about who was going to help you design your character, while Jeff chimed in that they should teach you the rules first.

So, the discussion began amongst the rowdy group of boys about how they would introduce you to their magical world, and that night after their campaign, Gareth swiped a sheet from Eddie’s folder.

“I finished filling it out, but I don’t know if it’s ready.” You admit.

“Show us.” Jeff encourages. Hesitantly, you pull the sheet from your binder and place it on the table.

Immediately, they all flock to it, leaning in closer to get a better look while they assess the choices you’ve made. It’s silent for a few seconds, and you realize that your table has never, ever, been as quiet as it is right now. Suddenly, your stomach twists into knots. What if you didn’t fill it out right? What if you created the worst character of all time? Worst of all- what if they laughed at you and your poor attempt to understand their world?

“Sick name.” Gareth beams, earning a nod of agreement from Mike, and your anxiety starts to fade away.

“Thanks.”

“Your dexterity score is great, but we need to raise your constitution score somehow,” Mike adds.

“She needs to play a bit until she’s at least to level four,” Jeff explains. “Then, her modifier will increase from +1 to +2.”

“We could make some new characters to play with you so you don’t die right off the bat and you could get a feel for the game if you wanted.” Dustin offers and the rest of your friends offer you encouraging smiles.

“That would be awesome.”

With a deep sigh, someone occupies the seat at the head of the table- the seat that was reserved for one person, and one person only.

“What do we have here?” Eddie asks, and all eyes flit between you and the leader of the Hellfire Club- the boy you’ve had a massive crush on since the start of your sophomore year.

“Nothing.” You quickly grab the sheet from the center of the table and fold it in half, shielding its contents from his view.

There’s a flash of hurt across his features, one only Gareth seems to notice. He’s the only other person who knows that Eddie’s been hopelessly infatuated with you ever since you started sitting with them, but you never give him the time of day. He’s also the only other person who’s seemed to notice that you act differently whenever Eddie’s around.

“What’d Deck want?” He quickly changes the subject, hoping to ease the growing tension before it becomes unbearable.

“The chance to assert whatever dominance he thinks he has.” Eddie rolls his eyes before turning to Mike and Dustin. “Did you two find a replacement for Sinclair?”

“Not yet, but we’re looking, we swear,” Dustin assures him and Mike furrows his brows, stealing a glance at you before offering an alternative reply.

“You know, Y/N’s been- Ow!” Before he has the chance to make his suggestion, Dustin’s elbow finds his ribs. “What the hell was that for?”

Having become best friends with Steve Harrington over the past few years, Dustin’s become very acquainted with the look of longing. Steve wasn’t convincing anyone when he said he was over Nancy. It was obvious that he wasn’t. Especially with the way he still talks about her like she hung every single star in the sky herself, and continues to look at her with such adoration and desire.

It’s nearly identical to the way you look at Eddie when you think no one is paying attention.

“I just remembered!” Always one for dramatics, Dustin makes a show of slapping his palm to the center of his forehead. “There’s someone we haven’t asked yet.” Mike wants to ask who, but he fears being elbowed in the ribs again. So, instead, he narrows his eyes and silently questions his friend. He doesn’t know what he was expecting, but it’s no surprise that Dustin doesn’t offer him an explanation before gripping the back of his collar and tugging softly, urging him to follow. “We’ll see you tonight!” He bids the group farewell.

“Don’t be late,” Eddie calls after the two freshmen, but they’re already long gone.

Jeff and Gareth exchange a look, and then a subtle nod before Jeff rises from the table.

“Shit man, I just remembered I’ve got to go talk to my math teacher about some extra credit.” He begins gathering his trash and packing away the rest of his food.

“I, uh, I’m feeling a little lightheaded,” Gareth announces, resting his palm against his temple before letting out a forced wince. “I should probably head on over to the nurse.”

You keep your head down and pretend to be immersed in your book, but your heart begins to race when Gareth follows Jeff’s departure- leaving you and Eddie alone at the table.

For a good five minutes, neither one of you says anything. You’ve given up on trying to read. At this point, you’re trying to remain as calm as possible, but it’s proving to be nearly impossible- especially when you can feel Eddie’s gaze on you.

You shift in your seat and he quickly looks away. He knows Gareth’s full of shit, and he’d be willing to be that Jeff’s full of shit, too. Still, the two of you are finally alone at the table together, and he has no idea what to say to you.

“So,” He clears his throat and you nearly jump out of your skin at the sudden sound of his voice cutting through the silence. “What’s your book about?”

“Hm?” You look up and immediately forget the next thing you were going to say as soon as your eyes meet his. It takes a few seconds for you to realize that he asked you a question and when you realize that you’ve just been blankly staring at him, you swallow thickly. “Oh, um, it’s-“It's like you’ve suddenly forgotten how to have a conversation. You could talk about books for hours to anyone who would give you their time, but it’s different with Eddie. With him, you find yourself second-guessing everything. “It’s silly, really.” You finally answer, warmth spreading through your entire body as you lie about your favorite book.

“I bet it’s not.” He encourages gently, coaxing you to open up to him while he offers a kind smile.

“It’s about-“ You try again, but it’s no use. Eddie Munson makes you forget how to function like a normal human being. “It’s just about a girl.”

His lips part, ready to ask another question, but the bell rings and you quickly scurry away. He lets out a defeated sigh, resting his palms against his forehead while everyone around him starts making their way to their next classes.

Eddie can’t bring himself to move. He’s starting to think that he’s absolutely hopeless. He can’t blame you, really. There isn’t exactly a long line of people lining up to talk to the school freak. But he knows your different. He knows that you don’t think of him that way. At least he hopes you don’t. But with your reluctance to talk to him whenever he tries to talk to you, the way you avoid him whenever you see him coming your way, or the way you fish a book out of your backpack whenever he sits down for lunch, he doesn’t know what else to think.

His bad mood follows him for the rest of the day, and it isn’t until he takes his place on his throne that he starts to feel his frustration slip away. This is the only place where he feels like he can truly be himself and let go of whatever shit the day throws his way. He’s just about finished setting up when the door opens and he’s about to make a grand announcement, but the words die on the tip of his tongue when he sees you enter the room with Dustin, Mike, and another girl he’s never seen before.

You were supposed to be babysitting Erica tonight and hoped to spend the rest of the evening finishing your book. You needed the distraction after your almost conversation with Eddie at lunch. Your keys weren’t even out of the ignition when Erica was knocking on your window and telling you that she needed to head back to school.

Eddie’s not sure what’s going on. You don’t look like you’re in on it either, but Gareth and Dustin keep sharing a look with one another. He’s not sure who’s in on whatever this is, but he’s grateful for them. He tries to gather his composure, but as soon as the rest of the club informs him that you’re going to be playing, he’s a goner.

For two hours the party takes everything slow enough for you to follow along. They all take turns interjecting, explaining, and offering advice when you ask for it. Eddie's cheeks remain flushed the entire night. He’s fumbling over his words, and making mistakes he doesn’t usually make, but he can’t help it. His dream girl is literally playing dungeons and dragons two feet away from him. If he’d known you were going to be playing, he would’ve made a more beginner-friendly campaign, but alas, he wasn’t included in the same plans the rest of his friends were.

With almost everyone else dead, it’s a wonder you’re still alive. You’re having so much fun playing, and even more fun watching Eddie in his element, that you don’t even realize that it’s your turn until Eddie gently taps the table next to you.

“What do you want to do, Miss Azara?” He asks, referring to your character and you look to the rest of the group for assistance before answering.

“I want to-“ In your heart, you know what you want to do, but you also don’t want to be the reason the game ends tragically.

Sensing your fear, Dustin places a hand on your forearm, encouraging you to follow your heart. “Go on Y/N, it’s alright.”

“I want to strike.” You know it’s probably not the best idea, but you’re not sure when you’ll ever have the opportunity to play with the Hellfire Club again. If you’re going to go out, you’re going to go out with a bang.

“Go ahead.” Eddie smiles, placing the dice in your palm. His fingertips brush against yours and your breath hitches. It takes you a moment to recover and when you roll the dice, it’s completely silent before Eddie announces, “It’s a hit!”

The room erupts into cheers as Erica and Dustin jump from their seats to engulf you in a hug. You’re so overwhelmed by the praise that you don’t even notice the smile on Eddie’s lips.

Slowly, Gareth makes his way across the room, approaching his friend and dungeon master.

“You let her win, didn’t you?” He asks just above a whisper, even though he already knows the answer. He folds his arms across his chest and raises a brow. There’s nothing accusatory about the gesture, but Eddie bites back a smile as he mimics Gareth’s threatening façade.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He replies coyly, a glint of mischief in his eyes while he steals a quick glance at you and the absolutely gorgeous smile on your face.

“Nicely played, man.” Gareth claps a hand on Eddie’s shoulder before walking back over to his chair and packing up his belongings. You’re still surrounded by your friends as they celebrate your victory, and it’s all a little bit overwhelming, but Eddie thinks it was all worth it, just to see you smile.

He’d do it again in a heartbeat.

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Eddie Munson Masterlist

Hello, all! Welcome to my Eddie Munson masterlist!

Before continuing, please keep in mind that this is an 18+ blog! My content is not written for readers under the age of 18.

Below the cut you will find: Fluff, smut, headcanons, blurbs, and other writings that have to do with the one and only Eddie Munson.

My requests are currently: OPEN

This masterlist will be updated as often as possible!

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nazifa94 · 2 years ago

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request: eddie munson being flustered by innocent y/n like eddie would be moving y/ns hips back and forth on his lap while y/n doesn’t rlly know why?!?!!? DOES THAT MAKE SENSE LMAOAO

OMFG I LOVE THIS ALDSKFJKSA. and as always, reader is 18!

he would corrupt the shit out of you after this, i just know he would. this is how it starts, though--innocent little touches, rocking back & forth on his hips. i can see you as being this shy, inexperienced virgin, someone who has never really had a boyfriend before, let alone had sex. you and eddie are friends, i'm thinking—this really unlikely pair who just works well together. only he has no idea that you're a virgin, until one night when you two are hanging out in his trailer after hellfire.

you end up in his lap on his bed, after a tickle fight that made him pull you into his lap. you were both laughing, but stopped the minute you were straddling him. it was no longer funny when he felt the warm weight of your body against his, and your cunt against his clothed cock, after all. either way, you couldn't stop looking into each other's eyes, and eddie's hands found your hips as he held on firmly. you thought nothing of what he was doing at first, until he began to rock your hips against his cock with a soft moan.

"what are you doing?" you ask, raising a brow at him.

he stops immediately, his cheeks turning red as he ducks his head. "sorry, i...i guess i just got a little too wrapped up in the moment."

"but why were you doing it in the first place?" you question with a tilt of your head. "i don't understand."

"what do you mean?" eddie asks, now the confused one as he forces himself to meet your gaze.

"why were you doing that with my hips? i don't understand the purpose of that."

"oh, now you're just pulling my leg, y/n."

"no, i'm not."

he sees how serious you are, and his eyes widen. "shit. you really don't know?"

"are you trying to get in my pants?" you ask, feeling a little bit of a pleasant heaviness in your stomach at the thought. you don't know why, but you don't altogether hate it. "because, eddie, i'm...well...i've never actually..."

"you're a virgin?" he asks, and you nod. "really? a girl as beautiful as you?"

your face goes hot, turning away from him with a giggle. "it's not that, really. i just never really had a boyfriend, or anyone that i wanted to be with in that way before. so, if that's what you were trying to do..."

eddie's cheeks turn pink, and he feels so flustered by this bit of news. but he also can't deny that it's hot as fuck, and he's running his hands up your sides as you shiver underneath him. he keeps a respectful distance even still, not kissing you or touching you anywhere that could be seen as sexual; he wants to test the waters and respect your boundaries. he brushes some hair from your eyes, tucking it behind your ear before tapping your nose gently.

"i mean..." he says, trying so hard to keep his hips still as he feels your pussy against him. "you can say no, of course. i'm not going to force you to do something you don't want to do. all i'm going to say is, if you want your first time to be special, or with someone you can trust...i'm right here."

you're surprised at that, and now your cheeks grow hotter than they had moments before. "really? i mean…what you were doing felt nice, i won't lie about that..."

“feels good, hm?” eddie asks, taking your hips and rolling them against his with a soft hiss. “you’re gonna make my dick hard, just by sitting on me like this. i’m not gonna lie about that.”

you giggle, biting your lip as you give your hips an experimental move of your own. your movements are clumsy, the very epitome of inexperience, but eddie is groaning all the same. he lets go of you to let you try on your own, smiling at how uneven and soft your hips are moving. it’s just like riding a bicycle for the first time—it’s all over the place for the first few minutes, and then gradually starts getting better with every move. you gaze at him, feeling an ache settling between your legs that isn’t altogether unpleasant.

“i think i might be okay with it,” you say after a moment’s consideration, grinding a little along the front of his pants again. “with your…you know, getting like that.”

“i’d have to agree,” he says, beaming at you as he runs a large hand up your back. “i can feel you getting wet against my pants, through those panties of yours.”

you whine a little, feeling embarrassed. “i’m sorry…”

“nah, don’t do that,” he says gently. “it’s fucking amazing, right? don’t be ashamed of what feels good.”

“i do love how it feels…” you say, grinding down a bit harder as both of you mewl. “a lot, actually.”

eddie smirks, taking your hips again and rocking them against his cock. he moans, and coaxes a soft mewl out of you as he ruts upward slightly. "fuck," he hisses, still feeling so flustered over the fact that you were a virgin. he looks at you, studying you from head to toe as he nods toward his nightstand. "if you wanna do this, i have condoms over there. i'll also take such good care of you, y/n, i swear. can i ask you something, though?"

"sure," you say, that same heavy feeling in your stomach coming back as you look into his eyes.

"have you done anything?" he asks. "i mean, like, hand stuff? mouth stuff? i’m assuming no, but thought i’d ask, anyway.”

"i don't know what most of that stuff is, so no," you say, and he just shivers violently.

"goddammit," he hisses, and you can feel something against your pussy. something hard and throbbing that wasn't there before, and you become so flustered when you realize what it is. "look, i...i'm not going to judge you, alright? if you don't want to do this, it's totally okay. just give me the word, and i'll stop right now."

"i...i kinda don't want you to stop," you admit, cheeks heated again as you glance away. "it feels really nice, and i'm curious about so much...and i trust you. wholeheartedly, more than i'd trust anyone else."

and so it began. you lose your virginity to him that night, in almost every sense of the word. he was your first kiss (so gentle and so chaste, so full of love and adoration that you couldn't believe a thing like that existed). he was the first person who ever made you cum, the first time being right there in his lap as you dry humped on his bed. he showed you things that you didn't believe were possible. he brought you to such intense euphoria over and over again, he was slow & gentle with you, he checked in with you, he took all the time in the world to make sure you were alright & comfortable. when it hurt a little after he entered you, mostly due to his size, he didn't move an inch until you were feeling okay & told him that it was fine to keep going. he made sure your pleasure came above his own, every time. and when he held you in his arms after, smoking a cigarette and basking in what just happened, you swore that you were never happier.

little did you know, though, that losing your virginity to him would be the first in a long line of corruption from eddie munson. the innocent good girl was long gone after that night, and was never really seen again—unless, of course, he wanted her to come out. he taught you how to hot wire, how to steal, how to sneak out, and how to give the sloppiest, dirtiest blowjobs that would put most porn stars to shame, among other things. and every time, eddie would get off so hard on all of it, but that was okay—so did you.

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nazifa94 · 2 years ago

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he’s gentle when he wants to be.

eddie munson x fem!reader

synopsis: you’ve never been pleasured properly before, and your boyfriend wants to change that.

warnings: 18+ please, canon divergent, eddie & reader are both 18+, smoking a joint, eddie munson eats pussy like it’s his last meal, fingering, making out, first times, grinding, soft dom eddie, slight overstimulation, this is so dirty god please repent me, hair pulling, “princess” “baby” and “sweetheart”, pussydrunk eddie, eddie gets ahead of himself, implied blowjob

anyways :D i definitely got self indulgent here oops. reblogs and feedback are always appreciated! <3 - jj

Eddie Munson is unlike any of the other guys you’ve been with.

He’s charismatic, intimidating, protective, and above all, he loves that you’re his and he’s yours.

You would’ve never matched yourself with a tatted-up metalhead who likes to play Dungeons and Dragons for fun, but Eddie is nothing short of perfect for you. You look forward to lazy nights alone with him, laying in his bed and watching him smoke, telling him all about your day and listening to cassettes together.

Eddie is more than just a grungy, norms-defying rocker, he’s sugary sweet with a heart of gold just for you. He’s got a soft spot, a sparkle in his eyes if you will. Eddie has been smitten with you ever since you sold him a pack of Marlboros at the convenience store.

Tonight is like most nights, as you lay on your belly, flipping through one of your boyfriend’s rock ‘n roll magazines. You enjoy looking at the pictures, but you don’t really read it much as Eddie sits on the edge of the bed and lights his joint.

“Anything interesting in there?” He says through a cloud of smoke.

You turn the magazine his way and point to a picture. “Not really, but this guy kinda reminds me of you.”

“Van Halen?” He chuckles. “Lucky me.”

A smile tugs at the side of your lips as you continue flipping through the pages. You’re comfortable and content, just basking in Eddie’s presence, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t peek up to ogle at him every couple of minutes.

It makes you bite your lip, the way he holds the joint between his teeth and how one of his ring-adorned hands is resting on his thigh. You’re probably staring for longer than you intended to, and you’re squeezing your thighs together a bit.

“Come here,” he pats his lap in a gesture. “I’m lonely, princess.”

You’re only about six inches away from him on the bed, but he definitely noticed your prolonged staring. Eddie is like that, he knows when you want him, when you’re thinking about him.

“But I’m reading…” you sigh playfully.

He gives you that look, because he knows you’re just playing games with him. You revel in getting him riled up. It’s fun seeing his nose scrunch and his eyebrows raise when you give him a little bit of attitude.

Eddie snatches the magazine out from in front of you. “Not reading anymore, are you baby?”

You get exactly what you want, and you feel stupidly excited as you scoot over to straddle his lap. He’s all eager now, one of his hands immediately beginning to roam the curvature of your body.

“You smell good,” you breathe in his musky scent as you play with the ends of his hair. “Like, better than usual.”

“Way to flatter a guy,” he chides. “I did shower fairly recently, I made sure I was thorough.”

A giggle vibrates through you. Eddie is boyish in a way that is both charming and endearing. You’ll never get sick of it, his constant need to joke around with you and touch you. He presses a kiss to your collarbone, holding his joint between two fingers.

Your hands travel up his shoulders as he leaves more kisses all the way up your jaw. His hand digs into your hip and presses you into him, you can feel him through the cotton panties under your skirt.

“Eddie,” you hum, feeling tranquilized by his hot mouth on your delicate skin. “Can you kiss me?”

You have a near iron-grip on his curls, so you use it to get him to look at you.

“Of course you can have a kiss,” he smooths his hand down your back. “Whatever you want, princess.”

You both lean into each other, your hands nestled in Eddie’s hair as your lips melt into his. His lips are already swollen from kissing your neck, and you’re doing nothing to help that by the way you bite a little at his bottom lip. The kiss is messy, his nose bumping into yours as you moan quietly into his mouth.

Eddie pulls away with a smile, and you tuck his hair behind his ear. “Is it okay if I touch you, sweetheart?” He plays with the hem of your skirt. “Or not yet?”

That question makes your stomach drop sometimes, like you’re on a rollercoaster. You always want him to touch you, it just makes you nervous. You’ve held off doing things with Eddie, partially because you’re not the most experienced, and partially because you want to pace yourself.

“Yeah,” you gulp. “Just… don’t take them off yet.”

He places a sweet kiss on your cheek. “That’s fine,” he holds his joint in front of you. “Could you hold this for me?”

It’s funny, Eddie handing you the joint. “Got it,” you try to hold it just like he does.

Eddie has two free hands now, one lifting up your pleated skirt to get a better view as the other one teases the inside of your thigh. You can tell his eyes are dead-set on the wet patch that has formed on the front of your pink cotton panties. He can barely control himself, your arousal saturating the garment and your puffy, weeping pussy begging for attention.

“Oh, baby,” he coos. “Fucking soaked because of me, aren’t you?”

“Shut up,” you tug on his t-shirt, fighting the urge to grind against him. “Please.”

His warm hand cups your heat, and your breath catches in your throat. “Behave, sweetheart.”

The slight friction of his hand against you drives you crazy, and you can’t help but move against his hand just a little.

“Feel good?” He asks, moving the heel of his palm harder against you to go with your movements.

“Uh-huh,” you don’t need to tell him it feels good, because of course it does. You know he can see it in the way your mouth is falling open and your eyes are rolling back.

Eddie takes his hand away, leaving you feeling punished and deserted. But as fast as he takes his hand away, the pad of his thumb is back on your panty-covered core.

“I can’t believe you’re already this wet,” he muses, thumb pressing into the wet spot on your panties. “Did you get worked up from just staring at me?”

You whimper helplessly at his words, and you can feel all your blood rushing to your center. His teasing and feather-light fingers are making you even more desperate for a release.

“I need more,” you grind yourself against the tent in his jeans. “This isn’t enough, Eddie.”

“Greedy,” his eyes meet yours, giving you a devilish look.

Eddie’s pillowy lips part, and you hold the joint up to them as he moves your panties over to the side, his knuckles gliding through your folds. You can feel the chill of his rings against your slick heat, his fingers playing with the wetness as he softly exhales smoke against your neck.

You push your chest against him when his thick index finger breaches your entrance. It always felt so nice, the way he probed inside you searching for that little spongy spot that made you jump. His thumb strokes languid circles around your clit, making your belly contract over and over again.

“Baby…” he mouths against your neck. “Talk to me, tell me how it feels.”

Your mouth hangs open as you ride out the waves crashing through your core, now two of Eddie’s fingers plunging into you. You’re on the brink, dizzy and needy, but you can’t quite get there. Eddie makes you cum like this all the time, fingering you under the covers, teasing your bud while he cuddles you, but now you just want more.

“Eddie — it’s not working,” you cry out.

Everything comes to a pause, and you can feel hot tears welling up in your eyes. You never want to disappoint Eddie.

“Sweetheart, hey,” one of his hands reaches up to cup your face. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.”

Your heart pangs in your chest when you notice the worried look on his face. You’re so used to him smiling, laughing, being at ease.

“Did I hurt you? What’s wrong, baby?” He grazes his thumb over your cheekbone.

You feel so pathetic, as you clutch his half-smoked joint in one hand and his hair in the other, fighting the urge to sob. You just want him, and you need to find the right way to tell him that.

“I’m fine, I’m not hurt,” you press your forehead against his. “Just frustrated.”

His eyebrows shoot upwards. “Oh?”

“Eddie,” you grumble. “It’s fine… I just don’t wanna talk about it.”

“But what if there’s a way to make it better?”

You try to ignore the throbbing in your core, or the way you can feel his clothed dick against you, but you just can’t.

“How?” You squint. “I ruined it.”

“You didn’t ruin anything,” Eddie looks down between you. “Maybe my jeans, but nothing else. I promise.”

He searches for a reaction, and when he hears you giggle, he feels relieved instantly.

“I have an idea we can try out,” he continues. “Maybe my fingers just weren’t enough.”

You cock your head to the side. “And what exactly is this brilliant idea?”

Eddie’s hands massage up and down your thighs, summoning the wetness back to your center. “I was thinking I’d use my mouth instead.”

You’re screaming on the inside. No one has ever done that to you before. The previous guys you’ve been with had all been more about getting to the point, no foreplay at all. You have no idea what it’s like to be eaten out.

“Are you sure?” Nervousness laces your voice. “You don’t have to do that if you don’t want to.”

Eddie gives you a knowing look. “Has no one ever done that to you before?”

You nod.

“That’s okay, I’ll make you feel good, princess,” his eyes turn pitch-black with lust. “All you have to do is lay back and relax for me.”

Your breath hitches in your throat. You trust Eddie, you love Eddie, and the thought of this new experience with him is making your thoughts run in circles.

“Sounds easy enough,” you respond shyly, hoping that he can’t hear how fast your heart is beating. You want this with him, you need this with him.

Eddie flips you onto your back, the quick movement making you a little dizzy. He takes the joint from your hand and waltzes over to his desk, stubbing it out in the ashtray and turning up his Def Leppard cassette.

“Wouldn’t want the neighbors to hear you screaming my name, would you, sweetheart?” He turns the volume dial nearly all the way up.

You gulp, belly full of butterflies as you shake your head. Eddie is intimidating like this, in an attractive way. He’s in his element, eyes alight with hunger for you as he drags your panties down your thighs, and you wince at the way they cling to the slick at your center.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says it like he’s thinking out loud. “I can’t believe you’re all mine.”

He stuffs your panties in his back pocket, and you have a feeling you’re not getting them back. You try to cover your face with your arms, but Eddie peels them away, making you look at him.

“Nervous?” He asks, his guitar-calloused hands rubbing the insides of your thighs.

“A little bit,” you try to stay focused on Eddie, and not the fact that you’re half-naked on his bed. “I’m more excited I think.”

Eddie lays down between your spread legs, his eyes looking up at you as he leaves tender, teasing kisses on the delicate skin that leads to your heat. You can’t stop the gasp that escapes you, feeling the slight sharpness of his teeth against your inner thigh makes your hands clench into fists.

He bunches up your skirt at your waist, keeping it out of his way as he gets a real good look at how beautiful your pussy is. He glides two of his thick fingers between your glistening folds, and he looks like someone stranded in the desert who has finally reached an oasis.

“Oh god…” you move your hips against his touch, begging for friction. “Eddie, come on.”

“Are you sure you’re ready?” His hot breath fans over your core. “I promise I’ll be gentle.”

You nod frantically, your nails digging into the comforter as you anticipate his next move.

“I need words, sweetheart,” he says sternly.

Your throat feels like it’s closing a little bit. Verbal responses are something you’re struggling with at the moment, with Eddie’s head between your thighs.

“Yes, please — I’m ready,” you stutter out. “I promise, I’m sure.”

You sound pathetic, but you only get a moment to think about it, because Eddie’s warm tongue is already licking a stripe down your center.

You’ve never felt anything like this before, electricity shooting down your spine and your thighs locking around Eddie’s head as he devours you like you’re his last meal. You can hear the wet, obscene squelching noises that your body makes as his lips suck on you and he laps up everything your cunt is willing to give him.

Your moans fill the room, Eddie’s too, drowning out the music. He stares up at you with those big doe eyes as his nose repeatedly nudges your clit. You want to keep him there, his tongue flicking at a particularly sensitive spot that’s driving you wild. He looks sweet like this too, settled between your legs, loving the way you taste.

Fuck, you should let him do this more often.

You don’t know exactly when your fingers thread through his hair, keeping him in place, but they do. You move against his mouth like it’s second nature, and you can feel your orgasm in the pit of your stomach.

Eddie can’t help but admire the scene in front of him, your tits bouncing as you thrust against his mouth. You look so fucked-out and needy. He’s been rutting his hips against the mattress since he started eating you out, unable to ignore the painful tent in his pants for any longer. He can feel himself right on the edge as you pull on his hair, and he moans against you.

You feel lightheaded, like all the blood in your body has rushed to your center. Your eyes are rolling back and your toes are curling in your socks as Eddie moans against your sopping cunt and sucks your bud. You’re whining and nearly crying and the whole trailer park can probably hear you screaming Eddie’s name by now.

“Look at me,” Eddie’s grip on your hip tightens. “I want you to look at me when I make you cum.”

He’s giving you everything he has, and you’re thinking he could probably go at it for hours. Eddie is like starved animal, groaning and grunting when he tastes you. He barely comes up for air, maybe he needed this just as much as you did.

Your release hits you suddenly, Eddie’s tongue hitting that little spot you like. The knot unravels and it feels like forever. You look at him like he asked, your eyes almost unable to stay open. Your legs are shaking and your stomach is clenching. Eddie licks up everything your orgasm gives him.

It feels like floating, you’re still coming down off the high when Eddie’s face meets yours.

“Did you like it, sweetheart?” He asks, lips and chin glistening.

You can’t answer that, you’re breathless and your brain feels like jell-o, so you wrap your arms around the back of his neck and pull him in for a kiss. You can taste yourself, you can taste him. He tastes like weed and cigarettes and that cheap beer he drinks.

Eddie’s weight on top of you makes you want him again, it makes you try to forget about the over-sensitivity between your legs. You feel like a puddle of mush and you just want to stay with him forever. You love Eddie like that.

He kisses your neck, just soft and sweet, and his hair tickles you while he does it. Your hand curiously travels down his abdomen and to his groin, where you’re expecting him to be ridiculously hard.

“Eddie?” Your voice comes out a little hoarse.

“What’s the matter, baby?” He hums against your skin.

“Nothing… it’s just,” you wonder if you should really bring it up. “Why aren’t you hard?”

A blush spreads from his face all the way under his old Iron Maiden tee. His neck is a pale red and his skin is hot when you touch his cheek.

“Already finished,” he mumbles. “I’m sorry.”

The thought of Eddie cumming in his jeans has your head spinning. You might pass out, actually. That’s why he was moaning and whining into your cunt… the recent memories are already being replayed in your head. Never in a million years did you think you’d meet a guy who would get so turned on by bringing you pleasure.

“Don’t be sorry about it,” you cradle his face in your hands. “That’s so hot, Eddie.”

His eyes go wide, and he smiles like he’s just won the goddamn lottery. “Oh, really?”

“Mhm,” your mouth is watering, you want to make him feel as good as he made you feel.

One of your hands travels back down to the fly of his jeans, but he shakes his head.

“Baby,” his hand covers yours. “Not now, I’m a mess.”

You pout at him, upset you’re not currently feeling the weight of him on your tongue.

“Nobody can say no to that pretty face, huh?” He sighs. “How about round two in the shower?”

“Sounds good to me.”

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nazifa94 · 2 years ago

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the back of your knees

(not my gif all credit to owner)

eddie munson x reader

a/n: god damn i have revived from writing retirement for eddie munson. wow. also taglist is updated w/ stranger things and criminal minds options if you’re interested, and if you would no longer like to be tagged you can message me or send an ask. thanks!

warnings: lots of physical touch, reader is mentioned to have longer hair, or at least until ears. just like, pure love and fluff too, which is really unusual for me.

summary: eddie for the life of him cannot figure out how to keep himself away from you. after a slip up reveals that eddie’s constant touches are a little more than friendly, he’s forced to ramble about how much he loves you and the back of your knees.

tags:

@sunflowermotel @maraseavey @tinylatina01 @obx-direction-sos @voguesir @morgansmoreid @yunhosleftpinky @adoreyou976

The first time he’d touched you after he realized he was in love, Eddie made a deal with himself.

It was nothing heavy, just a hand smoothed against your side as he walked. You tease him for how diagonal he walks, always bumping into things, but he likes to joke that you just mess up his gravitational field. A fleeting moment, with seemingly no effect on you, but Eddie’s brain froze. The back of his hand felt like someone was sticking pins in it. He couldn’t focus on what you were telling him, something Robin had said to you last week?

He nodded along, surprised he was calm enough to, considering his brain was moving quicker than it ever had. And he thought he needed to memorize it. He wasn’t drowning your voice out on purpose, but god, shut up and let him think. He tried to remember the moment, the feel of your skin, the curve of your side. And he thought about it for hours, cementing it there in the nerves of his hand and the front of his mind.

And in his bed that night, he made a deal that if he could memorize that one touch for the rest of his life, keep it somewhere safe and feel it all over again, then he wouldn’t need to tell you that he was in love with the way you rolled your eyes at his tapes in the car, or the smile you gave him when he begrudgingly plays one of yours. He would live happily with a tiny piece of you for himself.

But Eddie has a horrible memory. And when he wakes up the next morning, he’s half-dressed when he realizes the memory isn’t the same anymore. It’s too fuzzy, too far away. He huffs and pulls his shirt down over his head. And when you pick him up bright and early the next day, Max tucked away in the backseat of your car, he is staring at your hand the entire time. He knows it’s a little odd, and he catches you giving him a couple of weird looks, but he’s trying desperately to call the memory back to him. And maybe it’s a tad odd when he knocks your car keys off the dash out of desperation, waiting for you to reach for them before he lunges his hand out, too. It ‘accidentally’ clashes with yours and Eddie grins a little.

“What are you smiling at, clumsy? Stop throwing my stuff everywhere.” You scowl.

Giddy with the thrill of your touch, he continues causing small accidents as an excuse to touch you. He claims that your arm has a scratch on it so he can lift your wrist to graze his fingers over the skin before he gingerly sets it down, grinning as he tells you it must’ve been a shadow. He throws small paper balls in your hair as he sits behind you in class so that he can tell you he needs to pull them out and fiddle with your hair later. Eventually, when he realizes you haven’t caught on, he moves onto just straight up touching you.

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