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Girl, I’m so sorry it took me this long, that’s why I added some smut. Hope you enjoy it!  @jellycolors

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trigger warnings: established poly relationship (?), threesome, blowjob, dom!reader (for like ten seconds), degrading, boy x boy making out,  innocent play, mean!Eddie and Steve, penetration, cum swallowing, double penetration, creampie , hair pulling, traumatized Dustin

pairing: Steve x Henderson!reader x Eddie 

word count: 1.8K

It has been a few days since Steve and I let Eddie join us. A few days only thinking about that night. After that night Steve and I have been meeting up with him, just to hang out as he is not a freak as everyone paints him to be. He is actually a really nice boy just with different interests, that’s all. 

“Steve, can we talk?” he nods in agreement. I sit on his lap, like I normally do and start playing with his hair. “ Do you think we could invite Eddie into the relationship? Like we all have great chemistry together and when we meet up we have so much fun.” Steve doubts for a few seconds, standing up while walking around his room in circles.

“ We could try it, I mean, we should make some rules so we don’t fuck this thing up” he sits next to me, pressing a kiss on my lips. 

“Let me call him!” I run downstairs, where the phone is, almost falling. I ring his number. One beep, two beeps, three beeps and then he answers.

“ Hello?” he asks, sounding kinda sleepy. 

“Hey.. this is (Y/N), i was–” he cuts me off.

“Hi there beautiful” he says in a raspy voice.

“ Could you come to my house?We both need to talk to you.” my voice shakes a little bit, because I’m nervous if he is going to like the idea, if this is going to work out

“Is everything okay?” he asks with concern.

“Yeah, I’m just a little bit nervous that’s all. Can you come in like thirty minutes?” he agrees and hangs up not before throwing a  “ see you soon sweetheart” that makes me blush. 

I don’t have to go upstairs back to Steve, because he has come down, he is laying on the sofa going through different channels. “Babe” he turns around “he is coming in like thirty mintues, is that okay?” I ask.

“Of course. Should we talk about how we are going to ask him, how this is going to work? Just to have something in mind.”. I lay next to him, my head resting on his lap.

“ The only thing I do mind is if you end up spending more time with him than with me” he pouts.

“I would never do that babe” I cup his face and I give him small kisses all over his face, making the both of us laugh. While we wait for Eddie, we talk about small details on this three way relationship thing that might happen. Steve and I are focused on our conversation until the bell rings, that makes me jump from my seat. “I will get that” I say walking towards the door. When it opens a clearly nervous Eddie is at my door. “Hi there, pretty boy” I greet him as I pull his t-shirt, dragging him towards where Steve is sitting. He sits in one of the armchairs while Eddie and I sit on the sofa. 

“Soo…” Eddie starts, brushing his hand through his hair, “ what did you guys wanted to talk about? You seemed nervous on the phone” he asks looking at me. 

“Well.. Umm basical-” I start but Steve cuts me off

“ We want you to join us, like a relationship of three. We both like you, the other night was amazing and from these past days of us hanging out we both have come to the realization that we want you to join us. It is okay if you don’t want to, we understand that it is something different, but we thought we might ask you” he says with such confidence that catches Eddie and I off guard.

“Ouff I mean this, this is a lot to take on.”he looks at our deceived faces “Oh my god nonono” he freaks out “I like both of you and I would love to try this out, but I’m already considered a freak imagine if someone knew all of this.” he starts walking in circles. I stand up, almost running towards him. I make him stop, our gazes locking.

“ We can keep it a secret if you want to, okay?” I look over to Steve. 

“Yeah buddy there is no rush.” he walks slowly towards us hugging me from behind and placing a kiss on Eddie’s forehead, his lips move to the back of neck, sucking into my skin leaving for sure a mark. Eddie takes notice of this and goes for the other side, the sudden feeling of both of their lips on my skin provokes me to moan. 

“God (Y/N), you get turned on so easily it is actually pathetic” whispers Steve looking straight to Eddie “Don’t you think Eddie? Don’t you think she is just a pathetic slut wanting to be fucked dumb?Come one Eds tell her” he dictates, grabbing my face, forcing me to look straight to Eddie. 

“A fucking pathetic whore, that’s what you are. You are already a mess and we haven’t even started” he says in a husky voice while his hand caresses my cheek moving some hair out of the way. His thumb moves all around my cheek, then it stops near my mouth. I take advantage and move my lips towards it, sucking it looking into his eyes with the most innocent look I can do. “Holy fuck” he whispers in a moan. I take my finger out of his mouth and I turn, both of the boys are looking at me. I grab their hands and guide them towards my room. With the door closed, I let myself fall into my bed.

“Kiss” I demand, they both exchange a weird look. “I said kiss,” I try to demand in a confident voice. I don’t even know how this is happening but I have the two hottest boys of Hawkins making out in my room. Steve's hands are the ones behind Eddie’s neck, showing off who has dominance, while Eddie’s hands pull Steve closer by the waist. One of Steve’s hand pulls Eddie’s hair, forcing his head to roll back a little bit allowing him to start kissing his neck. 

Start to take my clothes off, only leaving my underwear, my hand playing with the hem of my panties. As their make out session becomes more intense, t-shirts and jeans flying out, the two boys becoming more naked by the moment, I can’t help but start touching myself, they are so into each other’s mouths that they don’t realize what I’m doing, not until I hit the right spot, a loud moan coming out my mouth, forcing the two boys to stop and look at me.

“Look at her Harrington, demanding us to kiss for her own pleasure” the smirks on both their faces, make me kinda nervous, I know I’m going to pay for this. 

“On your knees, and behave okay?” Steve takes his hand out to help me get up and out of bed. I do as I am told, both boys towering over me while their dicks are in front of my face. First I put Steve’s dick on my mouth while with one of my hands I start to jerk off Eddie. The silence of my room is now interrupted by the moaning of the two boys. “Good girl, you are doing amazing” Steve wipes a small tear falling down my face. I keep switching between the two boys, one being harder on me than the other. 

“If you don’t stop I’m going to come(Y/N)” he moans, but I don’t stop, deeping his cock as far down my throat as I can, I gag and some tears fall from my eyes, but all of this is worth it when I look up and see his eyes closed, his mouth half open and his hands all tangled on my hair. When he rolls back his head I just know he is about to come, and then it comes the feeling of a warm liquid inside my mouth, Eddie pulls out as I swallow. “You are such a good girl, you know that, right?” he asks. My eyes say it all, he leaves the room to go to the bathroom to clean himself and just recover before coming back. 

In the meantime Steve lifts me up and throws me into my bed so hard that I bounce a couple of times. He crawls, his toned back muscles even more defined now, he trails my legs with kisses. “So needy, aren’t you?” I cry as the only thing I want at this very moment is someone inside of me. “Then beg for it sunshine” he says sticking two of his fingers inside of me while his thumb circles my clit.

“Holy fuck Steve!”I scream, sinking my nails on his shoulders for support. “Please Steve fuck me like the slut that I am, I need you” and with that being said he just slides into me knocking the air out of my lungs “fuck” I mouth as Steve pounds on me. When he starts to increase the rhythm is when my moans become louder. Eddie soon joins us. With a harsh movement Steve turns me over, in all fours, the boys whisper something to each other, then Eddie lays under me “lay on top of me” I just follow his instructions, he enters me so easily like I was made for him, while Steve enters my back.

“Oh fuck!” they both start pounding into me, the same rhythm, if one goes slower the other copies him, if one of them starts to catch some pace the other does too, like if the three of us were connected somehow. Eddie’s hands are squeezing my tits while Steve is pulling my head backwards. “Oh, I-I think- I think I’m going to come, fuckk” my hands gripping Eddie's shoulders for some support. “Then come for us baby” Eds husky soft tone being the reason a tightening feeling appears on my abdomen. The arousal felt all over my body like alcohol at a summer party, slowly spreading from my stomach to the rest of my body. The boys seem to have already finished as they let out loud groans, they pull out while a trail of white liquid comes out of me. 

“That was amazing guys” I say laying in between the two boys. Before we can shower, loud steps come from the stairs. Someone knocks on my door. “Holy shit” I whisper.

“(Y/N) THE NEXT TIME YOU AND STEVE ARE HAVING SEXY TIME MAKE SURE I’M NOT ABOUT TO COME HOME, THIS SHIT WAS TRAUMATIZING TO HEAR!”Dustin screams from the other side. “Why are Eddie’s car keys outside you-” he stops all of the sudden, coming to a realisation “HOLY JESUS FUCKING CHIRST (Y/N), DISGUSTING, I DIDN’T NEED TO KNOW THAT!” He makes a gagging sound followed by the sounds of running downstairs.

“It is going to be awkward when I have to leave,” Eddie says. We all just laugh. 

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take the edge off

pairing. eddie munson x female! reader  do not copy my work, i will find out. 

an. lets not talk about it !!!! at all!! ever !! let’s move on and live in denial !! pls comment and reblog if you like love u mwah! synopsis. you’ve been seeing eddie for a couple of months now. still, you’re not always able to voice your desires – don’t worry though, eddie’s able to read you like a book. 

warnings. 18+. minors do not interact with this fic or follow me. swearing, anxiety – slight panic attack but not a panic attack – kissing, almost being caught, drugs (edibles), slight sub space (you’re just really high), female receiving fondling and penetration, dominant eddie kinda, hand on throat (no choking), spit as lube (then real lube) – dealers choice universe but can be read separately. 

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I love your fics so much!! Can you write smth with sub Eddie where you guys are just friends and you catch him touching himself moaning your name and he gets super embarrassed like on the verge of tears so you take care of him and make him feel better??

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━━━━ PARING ! eddie munson x dom!reader

━━━━ WORDS ! 1,234

━━━━ SYNOPSIS ! you walk in on eddie masturbating and you decide to help him out.

━━━━ INCLUDES ! masturbating, oral sex (m receiving), smut, slight dom!reader, sub!eddie, fluff galore.

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You were extremely agitated with your mom's constant whining about your grades, so you snuck away to Eddie's trailer like you usually had a habit of doing. You liked going to Eddie’s place to get away.

You knocked once on his door.

No answer.

Eddie usually was quick to answer the door with his signature lopsided grin but this time he didn't answer. His van was clearly in the driveway so that meant he was here.

Maybe he was busy with something? Or maybe he didn't want company...

You knocked on the door again. You waited at the door in silence, worried thoughts racing through your mind.

Still, no answer.

Sighing, you opened the door and walked in. You took in the aroma of an extremely poignant scent of weed. You looked around for Eddie, but he wasn’t in the living room.

Maybe he was in his bedroom?

You walked up to his bedroom but stopped abruptly at his door staring wide eyed.

Eddie was moaning your name.

The door was cracked slightly so you could peak in his room. He laid on his bed, fully clothed, but his cock was out of his jeans, and he was pumping it aggressively. His eyes were shut, and his lips were parted while he threw his head back and moaned your name again.

You bit your lip and clamped your thighs together as you watched the scene before you.

It was so horrible to peak at your best friend masturbating, but you couldn't help it. He looked so hot like this, plus he was moaning your name.

Suddenly Eddie opened his eyes and made direct contact with you.

Just your fucking luck.

"Shit!" Eddie yelled and quickly covered himself with his hands.

Once you heard a ‘zip’, you reluctantly opened up the door and revealed yourself. Eddie stared wide eyed in fear as he looked at you then quickly turned away.

Neither of you said anything for some time. This is extremely embarrassing for the both of you.

"H-how much did you see." Eddie didn't make eye contact with you when he spoke. He sat on the side of the bed with his head down. You couldn't make out his face because his mop of hair was covering him.

You felt so bad for him. He shouldn't feel ashamed of what he was doing. You didn't mean to embarrass him like this.

"I...seen enough, Eddie. You shouldn't feel ashamed, or guilty. It was wrong of me to peep like such a creep." you cautiously walked over to him until you stood in front of him. You got on your knees so you could see his face. He looked up at you through his hair, tears in his eyes. You reached your hand to caress his cheek and whip away the forming tears.

"You're not a creep. It's me who's the creep here. I was...moaning your name and t-touching myself. It was wrong of me. Fuck, I'm sorry. I get if you never want to speak or even look at me again..."

You shook your head as Eddie rambled on and on about how sorry he was. You couldn't take him speaking like you hated him any longer.

"Eddie, stop." you sighed, frustrated. Eddie immediately clamps his mouth shut, "Don't ever speak like I'll even be capable of hating you. Eddie, you've been my best friend since fifth grade. You’re like the only real friend I've got so why would I just throw it all away because of something like this?"

Eddie put his head back down and you were quick to lift it back up. You stared into his beautiful brown eyes and smiled widely at him, to which he gave a small smile back.

"I have something to tell you, something you probably already figured out." the smile was gone from his face and was replaced by a nervous expression.

"Hey, no need to be nervous. Remember that I'll never hate you. I promise." you tried to reassure him.

He took a deep breath before nodding and continuing, "I've had a crush on you for a while now, but I never told you because I didn't want our friendship to be ruined. I really fucking like you a lot."

You were speechless, to say the least. You never expected him to say this. You almost couldn't believe it.

Eddie Munson, your friend for years, likes you.

Your heart pounded wildly in your chest.

"I feel the same way, Eddie."

Eddie's eyes went wide in disbelief. His mouth opened and closed as if he was debating on what to say.

"Wait, really?"

You nodded and giggled, "Yes, Eddie, I really do."

You leaned up to kiss him softly and he responded to the kiss almost instantly. Your lips meshed well with his. His tongue brushed up against your lips, asking for permission to which you granted. You slowly stood up and straddled his lap with your arms around his neck. His yelped softly into the kiss as you grinded yourself onto him.

"Fuck..." Eddie slowly pulled away from the kiss to breathe. You leaned your forehead against his and kissed the side of his mouth.

"Can I suck you off?" you whispered in his ear, resulting in Eddie's breath to hitch.

"Are you sure? you don't have to just because I-"

"Trust me Eddie. I want to do this." you smiled at him before giving him a peck on the lips. You got off his lap and returned to your knees in front of him.

Eddie stared down at you, attention never wavering. You stared back up at him with a smirk on your lips as your hand rubbed his cock through his jeans.

He bit his lip to stop from moaning out, but a few whimpers escaped. You slowly tugged down his jeans and checkered boxers to feel him. His dick felt so heavy in your hand. Pre-cum spilled from his bright red tip.

"Oh god..." Eddie whimpered out before bucking up into your hand.

You leaned closer to him and gave his cock a few small licks. Eddie let out a loud moan and bucked up into your mouth for more pleasure.

You forced yourself not to gag when you took him fully into your mouth. He filled your mouth up so perfectly. He was the perfect size for you.

You started to move your head up and down on his cock. You continued to look up at him as you gave him pleasure. His lips were parted, and his hands gripped the sheets on either side of him. You bobbed your head up and down more quickly.

"Ah, ah, shit, I think I'm gonna cum, oh fuck~" Eddie's head lolled on his shoulders and his hips continued to thrust up into your mouth. You felt Eddie convulsing in your mouth. You gave a few strong sucks until he let out a low groan and spilled his hot sperm into your mouth.

You quickly swallowed all his spurts of cum and moved away from his cock with a light 'pop'. Eddie flopped himself on the bed, chest heaving. You got off your aching knees and sat on the bed beside him.

"Sorry you didn't get to cum." Eddie spoke apologetically.

You waved off his apology with a smile.

"It's fine. I wanted to make you feel good. You can make me cum next time."

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Caught Somewhere in Time Masterlist- Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader Multipart Fic

Summary: You end up in the 80s, 20 years earlier than it should be luckily a certain metalhead is about to make your time in the 80s much easier.

Warnings can be found on each individual chapter!

Total Word Count: 52k

Parts: 17/?

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

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Summary: Stranger Things and The Upside Down, they're both fictional, right? But what if it wasn't? What if somehow, someone comes across a gate and ends up in not only the 80s...but in Hawkins?

Master List

CHAPTER 1 CHAPTER 2 CHAPTER 3 CHAPTER 4 CHAPTER 5 CHAPTER 6 CHAPTER 7 CHAPTER 8 CHAPTER 9 (Ongoing)

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Hi how do u think Eddie would act if u started sucking his fingers… the hands I just-

Pairing: Eddie Munson x AFAB!Reader (smut)

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: MDNI 18+ only, hand/finger kink, praise kink, oral fixation, thigh riding, frotting, service top!Eddie, best friends to lovers (can you tell what my favourite trope is?), mild poltergeist spoilers (you’ve had 40 years to watch it, though, so don’t blame me)

A/N: If I’m being honest this is just one of many scenarios I thought of when reading your message. I tried to keep it short, but y’know… I struggle to write anything if there’s no plot lmao

Poltergeist: one of Eddie’s favourite films. He’d made you stay up until the darkest hours of the night to watch it because, according to him, “If you’re not watching horror movies at two am in the dark, then you’re not doing it right.” This is a worst-case scenario for you, not because of the horror movie but because of the time of day. Late at night, your mind always wanders to things that aren’t appropriate to think about while lying down on top of your best friend.

Not to mention, the object of your desires is your best friend. You have to tread very carefully because of your outfit. You thought you were going to sleep, so you changed into your sleep clothes: a t-shirt and underwear. You assume it would be a very awkward conversation if he noticed the patch on your panties and asked why you got wet watching a horror movie.

But it’s not like he acts like he’s just your friend, either. He kisses your forehead often, his fingers always linger on your skin when he brushes against you, he stares when he thinks you don’t notice, and even all of his nicknames for you point to there being something more. Yet, you’ve never been brave enough to say something. Why ruin what you have if it turns out he’s clingy towards good friends?

Still, it’s hard to bite your tongue in situations like these. Eddie had insisted you stay on his chest, claiming that there was no room on the couch for both of you to lie down unless someone was on top of someone else. His heart raced when you obeyed, settling between his legs. That isn’t normal friend behaviour, right? Neither the position nor his heartbeat seemed to be very platonic. Yet, he hung his arm off the side of the couch, the one behind you shoving popcorn into his mouth, and his heart rate slowed over the next few minutes. Maybe he really was just being practical? And he got nervous because there's a person on top of him?

Your mind always flips back and forth, never deciding whether he likes you or not. You never can come to a final conclusion. If you stay quiet, you’ll stay friends, and he’ll be in your life. It’s better this way.

Lost in your thoughts, you subconsciously clench your fist, accidentally gripping his shirt. His voice brings you back to reality when he asks, “You scared, sweetheart?” He thinks you’re scared? Confused, you check the screen to see what’s happening and realize a tree is eating one of the kids. Well, that’s not what you expected from this movie at all.

It’s too shameful to admit what you’re really thinking, so you nod and press your hand into the side of your fist, trying to hide from his observant eyes. “Aww,” he coos, wrapping his arms around you, “You don’t have to be afraid. I’ll protect you from the big, bad trees.” He squeezes you in a tight hug and rocks you like a kid holding their favourite teddy bear.

“I’ll bring a lighter and hairspray anytime we go into the woods, just for you.”

You laugh hard at that, exclaiming, “Shut up!” Being cautious of the popcorn, you wiggle around, trying to free yourself from his grasp. Laughing, too, he lets go and resumes his original position. This time, though, he raises the hand previously hanging over the edge of the couch to rest on his chest. His fingers are right in front of your face. Instantly, it’s like you’re thrown face-first into an ice-cold tub of fantasies.

He’s your best friend, you’ve spent a lot of time together. Of course you’ve thought about his fingers before. Who wouldn’t? They’re so long and agile. When he plays the guitar, you see his skill and control, and it always makes you wonder if he has skills in other areas too. But you’d be content if he only let you suck on them. You’d take anything he gave you.

Mindlessly, he starts to tap his pointer and middle finger in a steady rhythm. Your mouth salivates at the thought of his fingers pressing on your tongue, and you begin to think you’ve really lost it. He isn’t even doing anything, and you’re acting like a horny teenager who just found out about playboy magazines. It’s ridiculous. Trying to push the intrusive thoughts away, you bite on the end of your thumb.

You attempt to actually watch the movie, which you’ve been ignoring since it started in favour of thinking about Eddie, but it’s too hard. The glint of his silver rings keeps catching your attention, the light from the tv exaggerating the shine of the metal. Resigned, you allow your eyes to refocus on his fingers, still tapping against his chest.

After a few more minutes of staring intensely at his hand, you impulsively decide to take the plunge. Leaning forward, you catch his fingers when they’re lifted and push down their entire length until your teeth lightly clack against his metal rings. The immediate satisfaction of your actions is so overwhelming that it feels like your brain has stopped working. Eddie also seems to have short-circuited because he instantly freezes, impulsively spitting out, “Fuck!”

You turn your head straight to look at his face, his fingers following. Eddie’s eyes are open wider than you’ve ever seen them, his pupils expanded so much that you can barely see the soft brown irises surrounding them. “What the fuck?” he questions quietly, and your heart stops. He doesn’t want this. You were wrong.

Ashamed, you glance down, away from his eyes, and move your head back, but you’re stopped by a strong grip on the back of your neck. Looking back up, you see an intensity that wasn’t there a split second ago. “Where are you going?” he asks, voice so low and gravely that it makes you clench on nothing. Guiding you with the hand on your neck, he pushes you back onto his fingers. His astonishment returns, and he breathlessly whispers, “Holy shit.”

Now knowing that he actually does want this, you try to maneuver yourself into a more comfortable position, so he doesn’t have to bend his arm so awkwardly. It seems he has the same idea, though, and somehow in your rush, you end up straddling his thigh. He jerks his knee up at an angle so he can have the leverage to scoot back, but all it does is press his rough jeans directly against your clit, only covered by your thin panties.

In an instant, your vision is blurred, and your eyelashes flutter as you let out a high-pitched whiny moan. Snapping out of his trance, Eddie’s voice is more authoritative when he asks, “Did you like that, sweetheart?” Frantically nodding, you suck harder on his fingers, running your tongue up and down to feel the callouses left by his guitar. His hand trails lightly down your arm to grab your hip, encouraging you to start moving, and you oblige. The textured denim sends sparks of pleasure up your spine and combined with his fingers now thrusting in and out of your mouth, you melt into his touch.

In true Eddie fashion, he can’t seem to shut up, not that you mind. Murmurs of ��you’re being so good for me” and “doing so well, sweetheart, keep going” only spur you on more. Occasionally his fingers brush the back of your throat, causing you to gag, but he eats it up, begging you to do it again. He’s not even being touched, but you swear he’s getting off from you using his body for pleasure. His moans and pants are filling the room, which yours would be doing if your mouth weren’t currently occupied.

The drag of his jeans is too pleasurable. You’re so close to falling off the edge. You squeeze your thighs around him, trying to hold off, but it’s not working. Digging your nails hard into his chest and screwing your eyes shut, you hope he gets the message. His hand and wrist are covered in your drool when he pulls his fingers out of your mouth. You whine indignantly, but he gently shushes you and grabs both sides of your hips with his hands.

With the added second hand, he has complete control over your movements. His pace is much faster than yours, his fingers digging into your sides push you down harder on his leg. You moan loudly, the noise not muffled by him anymore, and cry out, “Eddie! Please, please.” You’re not sure what you’re begging for, but he seems to understand, quieting you with his whispered sweet nothings.

One of your movements presses down just right on your clit, triggering your orgasm. You drop your forehead to his chest, clenching his shirt in your hands as you writhe in pleasure. You can feel Eddie’s moans and groans reverberate through his chest beneath you. Glancing down, you notice a wet spot on his crotch, somewhere you definitely were not. You’re not judging, though. You probably could have cum from just his fingers in your mouth. Removing yourself from his thigh, you settle between his legs and rest the side of your head against him again, satisfaction overtaking your body.

“So,” he starts after a brief period of silence falls over the two of you, “we’re not just friends anymore, right?”

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Happy Birthday Princess

Hello there! This is the first time I'm writing for this fandom (or any fandom apart from The Witcher) but after stumbling upon @holamishamigosj2gotmegood in the tags last night, I had this idea, that I needed to write down, get it out of my head, write this little (it was supposed to be short, I swear) birthday fic, so here you go. I really hope I captured the characters well.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader Warnings/Tags: mostly fluff, friends to lovers, a bit of pining, fluff fluff fluff Word count: 3754 Read on AO3

It wasn't easy to get through work today, not directly because it was your birthday, more because nobody seemed to care. Yes, your boss had congratulated you on your 18th birthday just like your parents had, but apart from them, none of your friends had bothered. No calls in the morning before you'd headed to work, nobody had showed up here, and nobody had said anything beforehand that they wanted to do something with you, maybe go watch a movie or something, just spend time with your friends. Sure, you could have initiated something, but after hearing that they'd already had plans for the weekend, you hadn't even bothered. Well, good thing there was still ice-cream in your freezer and ordering a pizza while watching a movie wouldn't be so bad in the end, right? Still, it stung a little that seemingly everyone had forgotten your birthday.

You changed out of your working clothes into your denim shorts and plaid shirt. It wasn't a long way home, but maybe you could get something at the store for your one-person-pizza-party tonight.

“Hello princess,” you heard immediately when you exited the building. Swirling around to the source of that voice, you couldn't help but smile in surprise.

“Eddie? What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to have a meeting with Dustin and Mike?” At least that was what you'd overheard. Well, they'd talked about it loud enough for pretty much everyone to hear.

“Nah, already finished with that.” He pushed away from the car he was leaning against, grinning to himself. “Planned it so I was finished when you got off work.” Closing the distance between the two of you, he pulled a single sunflower from behind his back and held it out to you. “Didn't think I'd forget your birthday, did you?”

“I...” You didn't know what to say, because yes, you'd thought all of them had forgotten, but that Eddie was the one to remember made you heart beat faster. The sunflower was a nice touch as well, made your smile widen even more when you took it in your hands. “Thank you, that's really sweet.”

“You deserve it.” For a moment there, his grin turned into a warm, sweet smile. A smile that you didn't see often, but that you loved all the more.

Eddie and you had been friends for roughly two years now. You were the new kid, shy, hiding behind books, but Eddie hat taken it upon himself to draw you into his group of friends, after you'd bonded over The Lord of the Rings, the books he'd always seen sou read at lunch break. At first, you'd been apprehensive about the whole situation, but you'd soon discovered that you fit right in with him and his friends. After the first evening you'd spent together just the two of you, you'd fallen for him, but had never said a word about it. To anyone. Moving to Hawkins had been hard enough as it was for you, so you'd been more than happy to finally have made friends. Ruining this by telling the one person who'd gotten you out of your shell again, that you were in love with them could ruin all of that. That's why you'd kept this to yourself and had enjoyed the friendships that had bloomed in this time. You couldn't imagine your life without this assortment of different people, because they all had a special place in your heart, but Eddie was still in its throne.

“Hop in.” Eddie opened the passenger door to his car for you, gesturing for you to take a seat.

“Where are we going?” Not that it really mattered, because you were already getting in, going wherever he'd take you with him. Spending your birthday with Eddie? That won over pizza and a movie all by yourself.

“Now, now, it's a surprise. See it as an adventure.” With a wink he closed your door and got in on th other side, firing up the engine.

“Adventures are nasty disturbing uncomfortable things that make you late for dinner, remember?” you said with a grin on your lips, never one to pass upon a Tolkien quote.

“Want me to call you hobbit then?” Eddie stole a quick glance at you before he kept his eyes on the road ahead again.

“I don't think they'd accept me as a hobbit. I'm too tall for one, my feet are not hairy, but I would love to attend one of their parties, that's for sure.” You closed your eyes for a moment, enjoying the warm breeze that came in through the open windows. “Besides, hobbit or not, I'd always join you in an adventure.” You still kept your eyes close so that you wouldn't see his reaction. It wasn't exactly something that showed what you really felt for him, but to you it felt like he could see right through you. Better not look at him.

“And I'll always make sure you won't be late for dinner. Though dinner might consist of takeout now and then.”

His words made you laugh. Takeout was more than fine, and for the first time today, you felt yourself relax completely. Not all of your friends had forgotten your birthday. Eddie had remembered.

When the car slowed down and stopped, you opened your eyes, only to find yourself in front of the trailer Eddie was living in.

“You do know that I’ve been here before, right?” Raising a questioning eyebrow you look at him. What kind of adventure was this?

“Trust the process,” he simply said before he got up to open the door for you again. Eddie extended his hand so that you could place your hand in his and you did. Trust the process.

“You’re not gonna show me your collection of magazines, are you?” Another grin appeared on your lips, making Eddie roll his eyes.

“Only if you want to see them,” he managed with a chuckle. “Come one, we need to get inside.”

“And I won’t break an ankle trying to walk through your room?”

“Bet you’ve never seen it as clean as today.” Of that much, he was sure. He’d done his best to tidy his room, clean up, and he was rather proud of himself. Sure, you’d seen it in all kinds of states, so he really didn’t need to worry about what you might think, but it was your birthday, and he had a plan. That plan included a clean(er) room.

“Close your eyes,” he said, unlocking the door and leading you inside the trailer, but instead of closing them, you narrowed them at Eddie “Really? Okay, then you leave me no other choice, my lady.”

Eddie was behind you in a second, covering your eyes with his hands. Your back hit his chest, making you hold your breath for a moment. There had been body contact here and there, once you’d even kind of wrestled because he’d wanted to get a book out of your hands to see what you were reading, but this… this felt different. The warmth from his body seeped into your skin, as the smell of cigarettes mixed with his cologne and his own scent filled your nose, leaving you a little lightheaded.

“Ready to walk?” Eddie’s voice was so close, his breath tickling your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. There were no words coming out of your mouth, but you managed to nod, putting your right hand on his forearm to have at least something to hold onto, while you walked step after step into his room.

When he eventually took his hands from your eyes, breaking the contact when stepped next to you, you wanted to protest, but didn’t say a word. That would only lead to problems that you didn’t need. So, instead you blinked to get accustomed to the dim light in here, and looked around.

“Eddie Munson, I never thought I’d see the floor of this room one day, but apparently… it does exist.” Turning your head to look at him, you couldn’t help but grin. Was he blushing? It was probably just a trick of the light in here, but it did look like it.

“Well…” he said, looking for the right words, running a hand through his unruly locks. “While I’m proud of that achievement, that’s not what I brought you here for.” With another wink, he walked up to his bed and picked up the guitar lying on top of it. It wasn’t his usual one - his baby was still hanging on the wall - but apparently a new one. A beauty, that much was for sure, but none that you’d seen here before.

“You got a new guitar! She’s beautiful!” Not that you were able to play, but you knew a couple of things about instruments, guitars especially. 

“It’s not mine,” he said, sitting down on his bed, patting the spot beside him. You follow this invitation and sat down next to him, a frown on your face waiting for him to explain further. “It’s yours.”

“What?” Surely, he must have been joking. Yeah, you’d always said that you wanted to learn how to play, but you’d never been able to teach yourself

“You said you wanted to learn how to play. Means you need your own guitar so you can practice.” He handed it to you, positioned it in your lap. “Happy birthday, princess.”

His gentle words, the soft voice with which he said them, and the way he called you princess made your eyes water for a moment. All this was more than you ever could have expected. Your birthday had turned from a miserable day into a rather special one, where the guy you had feelings for, was the one to give you one of the best presents you’d ever gotten. Why? Because he’d listened to what you’d been talking about, had listened to what you really wanted, had remembered that and gotten you a guitar.

“Thank you, Eds!” Blinking away the tears, you turned a little so that you could hug him, press a kiss to his cheek. When you sat up again, you could see the sheepish smile on his face, because he hadn’t expected that kind of reaction.

“But I still need lessons. You know I suck at teaching myself.”

“That’s the best part, sweetheart. That guitar comes with a teacher.” Eddie winked at you, before he reached for the guitar again to adjust it so that you could get a good grip on the neck of the guitar. “I’ll teach you.”

“You’d really do that?” You didn’t even know why you were surprised, because as much as Eddie portrayed the metalhead, he had a really soft heart, and that was one thing you really loved about him. You’d never met anyone as genuine, as caring as him, which especially showed when he was with the other guys, with the younger ones that still needed a little guidance here and there.

“Who else is going to teach you to play Dio’s Sacred Heart?”

True. At every guitar course, they’d come up with all kinds of songs, but not the ones you’d want to learn, and ever since Sacred Heart came out, you’d heard it once a day at least. It was one of your favourite songs at the moment. You couldn’t help but giggle at his words, while you nodded. He definitely had a point there.

“C’mere!” He gestured you towards him with his hands, but then he thought better of it and got on his knees, moved around a bit so that he could sit behind you, his legs to your left and right, your back leaning against his chest again. “Here…” His hand covers yours, adjusting your fingers on the strings. “The first chord.” His head nearly leans against yours, distracting you, so you need a moment to react and play the first chord, but you manage to do it. His locks are tickling your cheek, the plec on his necklace dangling just right above your shoulder. “And the next one.” His voice was now barely above a whisper. How were you supposed to concentrate, when he was practically hugging you to his chest? You were closer than you’d ever been before and the certain kind of intimacy wasn’t lost on either of you.

“Okay,” you still managed to whisper back, letting your fingers be guided by him, trying your best to memorise what he’d just shown you.

“Now just switch between these two chords. You can do it.” He let go of your hand, let you try that all by yourself now.

Your nose scrunched up in concentration, as you positioned your fingers on the right strings. It sounded right, but still a little bumpy, which was only natural. After all, you were just a beginner. Still, your fingers didn’t start cramping up which they’d done the first time you’d picked up a guitar just to try it out.

“Perfect,” you heard Eddie say as his hand landed on your waist. He didn’t need to adjust your hands anymore right now, because you knew where your fingers belonged and were getting better and faster at switching from one chord to the next. Eddie wasn’t looking at your fingers, though, he was looking at you.

“I'm far from perfect, but I’m trying.” With a laugh, you turned to look at him and found him looking straight at you. The grip he had on your waist tightened just a fraction, but you felt it in your whole body.

“Maybe that’s your point of view. But to me, you’re perfect.”

“Eddie…”

He hadn’t planned on this day turning out like this, had kept his feelings to himself, because he hadn’t wanted to ruin a wonderful friendship. Losing you was something he wouldn’t be able to deal with. Dustin knew about his feelings, because Eddie had told him at one point, but he’d made him swear that he’d never breathe a word. Dustin had also been the one who’d told him to shoot his shot or regret it, because you would find someone else. Little did he know that you didn’t want anyone else, because you’d kept your feelings completely to yourself.

“No, I mean it.” His right hand came up to brush some loose strands from your face, tuck them behind your ear, his fingers lingering for a moment before he cupped your cheek. “You’re kind, you’re intelligent, you’re funny, you’re-”

“Eddie!” you stopped him. If he kept on talking, you’d probably melt completely, while your heart gave out due to his words, to this moment. You knew that it was the right moment, to show him what you thought, not with your words but with your actions. And so you leaned in, placed your hand on his chest and brought your lips to his.

It was almost innocent, lips lingering on lips for a moment, before you drew back a little bit, suddenly not so sure anymore whether this had been the right decision or not. Doubt was clouding your eyes when you looked at him, but the grin on his lips eased that doubt at least a little bit.

“My, my, who would have thought that you’d be the one to surprise me today.”

“Believe me… that wasn’t on my agenda at all,” you whispered, leaning your head against his shoulder and closing your eyes, hoping that you hadn’t interpreted his words wrongly and ruined a wonderful friendship now.

“I think that should be on your agenda every day.” His chuckle vibrated through his whole body, as he put his fingers beneath your chin to make you raise your head again. “On our agenda,” he corrected himself, before he let go of your chin and instead ran his fingers through your hair to pull you close and kiss you again. Not another innocent kiss, but one that made your toes curl as you felt his tongue against the seam of your lips and you opened them for him. Eddie managed to snatch the guitar from your hands and put it aside so that he could pull you completely into his lap. Your fingers raked through his hair, your fingernails scraping against his scalp until you reached the back of his neck, enjoying every second.

It almost felt like a dream. A dream that was interrupted by the phone ringing, that you could only hear because for once Eddie wasn’t blasting some music - due to teaching you how to play guitar.

He ripped his lips from yours, as the phone rang for the second time. There had only been a couple of seconds between these two phone calls.

“You need to get that?” you asked with a chuckle, lips slightly swollen from the kiss you’d just shared that was still leaving you a little lightheaded.

“Nothing important,” he said, his eyes still fixed on you, dropping to your lips, then back up to your eyes. His hair was dishevelled due to your hands, so you tried to smoothe it down a little bit. 

There was silence for a moment, before the ringing picked up again, making you laugh.

“You sure? Don’t think they’ll leave you alone.”

“Fuck,” he grumbled. Heaving a sigh, he lifted you from his lap,turned around with you to prop you up against the pillows. “Don’t go anywhere!”

It was a fair warning, but you really didn’t want to be anywhere else than here right now.

“For fuck’s sake, WHAT?” he said as he answered the phone. You could hear every word of that conversation, were rather sure that he’d tell the person on the other end to go to hell and leave him alone, but that was not what happened. “Ah fuck… I forgot the time. Be there in a minute.”

You sat up, scooted to the edge of the bed, waiting for an explanation when he returned to you. He was already donning the puppy eyes as an apology.

“We have to get going. There’s another surprise I got for you.” Well he didn’t technically have that surprise for you, but he was supposed to take you to that surprise.

“Okay, let’s go.” When you got up, you reached for your guitar but then thought better of it. Eddie wanted to teach you, and this was the perfect place, wasn’t it? As long as you didn’t get distracted again, but with that distraction, you were willing to put off learning how to play the guitar a little bit longer.

“Can’t wait to get out of here, eh?” he teased, reaching for your hand and not letting it go until you were at his car again.

“I’d love to pick up where we left off,” you admitted with a sheepish grin. “But since your first surprise was already wonderful, I’m curious about this one.”

“Fair enough.”

You both got in, but before Eddie started the engine, he stole another kiss from your lips. Something he wouldn’t get enough of, especially now that you both didn’t need to worry about how the other felt. That had been pretty evident in his room just minutes ago.

When he stopped the car in front of your house, though, you were a little confused.

“Why are we at my house?”

“Patience, sweetheart.” He knew that you weren’t the most patient person out there, which was why he took his time getting out of the car. You would have already been halfway to your door if it weren’t for him reaching for your hand again, slowing down his steps a little more.

“Eddie, come on.” You couldn’t help but chuckle. He behaved as if he’d rather stay out here with you than get inside, which… was the truth. He’d rather have you to himself a little longer than share you with your friends again, but that was why he’d brought you here. There wasn’t even a chance to tell you this, when the door opened and Dustin appeared.

“Finally, we’ve been waiting for you!”

“What?” You looked from one to the other, confusion clouding your face, but in the next moment, Dustin was by your side, taking your hand and practically pulling you inside.

Every one of your friends was here. They’d asked your parents if they could arrange this, and they’d happily agreed, were even staying the night with some friends, knowing that they’d only be in the way. Your friends had arranged this without you even having the slightest idea - and Eddie had kept quiet about it as well, as he’d spent the afternoon with you. 

“Surprise!” they yelled in unison, though Dustin’s voice was the loudest of them all. They’d decorated the living room, had taken care of food and drinks, and the music was already playing. Just a little get together between friends. It was perfect and a real surprise after you’d thought that all of them had forgotten. Your friends had really managed to lead you on.

“You’re crazy! All of you!” you managed to choke out, wiping the few tears away that had fallen.

“Nah, we just love you, so we made this plan.” Dustin spoke up again, grinning at the others. “Eddie was supposed to distract you until we were finished here to surprise you. And it worked.”

You stole a glance at Eddie, who was already on his way with a drink for you, trying to hide his grin behind his own glass.

“I’m surprised none of you blew this,” he said with a laugh, handing you the glass that was meant for you.

“We did our best. It was an important matter,” Steve chimed in carrying what looked like a birthday cake to the table. He only lit the candles before he gestured for you to come over. The cake looked delicious, though all of you would probably get a sugar rush from all chocolate, but honestly? Who cared?

“Make a wish when you blow out the candles,” Eddie reminded you, placing his hand on the small of your back, a smile on your lips.

Surrounded by your friends, having spent the afternoon with the man who’d stolen your heart, what was there left to wish for? The two of you would have to talk about what this was, where this would lead at one point, but right now, you were more than happy. So you blew out the candles, made your wish, and got ready to enjoy the rest of your birthday with the people you loved.

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AND I'm tagging @astrangegirlsmind for the wonderful support and hyping me up <3

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Peter’s Angel || TASM

Summary: Peter Parker decides one evening that he needs to take his friend’s virginity. 

Warnings: 18+, this is just pure smut, slightly possessive and obsessive peter, biting kink, praise kink, virgin kink 

A/N: tasm!peter with an unnamed woman (though has vague enough descriptions that I consider her an oc), written in 3rd person

18+ Tag List (Reminder! I’m redoing my tag list. Read about it here [x] if you would like be added or re-added):  @ongreenergrasses  @captaindanvxrs @liz-allyn​

“Mmmm…” She moaned as she rolled over on Peter’s bed. Her hair fanned out over her face and she brushed it away. “Did I doze off again?”

She sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes with the back of her hand. She pulled herself up and curled her legs under her, gazing at him from across the room with big, glassy eyes.

Her roommates had been fighting a lot. Peter knew sharing a small freshman dorm with two other girls was not her idea of fun. He had offered to let her crash in his room any time she wanted. She was prone to taking naps on his bed in the evenings after her classes. It wasn’t like he didn’t adore the fact that she was sleeping in his bed. He had to resist the urge to curl up next to her and spoon her while she slept. He was lucky that he got, not only, a single dorm but one with a private bathroom attached. It was the kind of college luxury most students could only dream of.

“Sure did. You were snoring and everything.” Peter sat in his wooden desk chair in front of his laptop while he fiddled with touching up some digital pictures. She hadn’t actually been snoring but he liked how embarrassed she got when he said it. 

He was a year above her. They were both a part of the photography club on campus. From the moment he met her, he had been enamored with her. Something about the quiet way she spoke, like she was forever nervous to raise her voice, made her incredibly endearing to him. Everything about her personality was soft and gentle. He wanted to wrap her up in a protective bubble and keep her safe with him forever. 

She had no idea how he felt, of course. It had been a few years since he had even allowed himself to feel this way for someone. He forgot how to woo a girl. So far, he tried sticking to being nothing but a good friend. That was enough to fulfill him for now. At least that’s what he tried to convince himself as she danced through his thoughts every night before bed. He’d desperately try to keep his late night imagination from spiraling into debauchery but sometimes he couldn’t control himself. 

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𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐈𝐭 𝐔𝐩 𝐓𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Part One

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

Summary: Eddie’s been distant and self conscious about his body ever since the bat incident in the upside down, meaning the two of you haven’t slept together for a while, when you finally confront him on it he vows to make it up to you...

Warnings: spoilers for vol.2, fluff, angst, smut, dirty talk, dry humping, oral (f receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, minors DNI

A/N: it’s long and I’m not sorry bc it’s absolutely worth it imo haha!! inspiration is taken from my darling 🦔 & 🎸😈 anons from this & this ask! we explored this idea in my asks and I just had to write it in full, I hope you guys enjoy!! <3

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This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

It had been nearly a month since the fallout of ‘defeating’ Vecna. The earthquakes, the evacuation, the chaos. The only silver lining was that hunting Eddie was no longer the main priority for the town and you’d been able to smuggle him out. The two of you had rented an RV and were hidden off the grid. The rest of the gang occasionally stopped by to check in and to drop supplies, but for the most part it was just you and Eddie.

You thought this time together, completely alone, would be a haven. Getting to spend unlimited time with the boy you loved so much it almost pained you. But it wasn’t.

Eddie was distant and closed off, often zoning out completely even when you were talking to him. You knew he was recovering, both physically and mentally, from his time in the upside down. You knew he was being plagued by nightmares and flashbacks. But the thing that pained you the most was that he just wouldn’t let you help him.

He refused to talk about it. And furthermore he refused to let you help him anyway. He wouldn’t let you tend to his wounds He wouldn’t even let your hands get anywhere near his torso.

Yes, it had been nearly a month since the fallout of ‘defeating’ Vecna, and it had also been nearly a month since you and Eddie had last been together, intimately speaking. You hadn’t even seen him shirtless in that time frame either. Before the incident he used to always walk around the trailer shirtless, feeling completely comfortable and at ease around you. But now... now he scurried into the bathroom to get changed. He held the hem of his shirt down whenever he reached for something on a high shelf, refusing to let even just a sliver of his belly show.

But the worst of it? The worst of it was the way he wouldn’t let you touch him anymore, or how he wouldn't touch you either. He flinched any time your hands came anywhere near his torso. The only way he’d let you hug him was with your arms around his neck, and even then it was nowhere near the kinds of hugs you used to share before, where his entire body would engulf you and clutch you impossibly close to him.

You knew he needed time to heal, both physically and emotionally. But, truth be told, you weren’t sure how much longer you could last. Both your heart and your body ached for him, ached for just a glimpse of the boy you knew.

You'd thought you were finally making progress the other day when you ended up in a heavy makeup session. You were on top of him, your lips moving fervently against his, your legs on either side of his hips, grinding into him like your life depended on it. You were already wet, desperately aching for his touch, and you could feel how hard he was beneath you. But as soon as your hands had made their way down his neck towards his torso he froze completely, stopping all movements and telling you he needed a minute before he all but ran away from you, leaving you desperate, frustrated, but above all, sad.

You tried every day, every single day, to coax out the boy you knew. Playing his favourite music, cooking his favourite foods, picking his favourite movies to watch. You’d walk around wearing nothing but one his shirts, fishing for a reaction. Something, anything. Just anything to gain kind some kind of response from him. But he’d simply smile politely, make small talk, and then spend the evening sitting quietly with you just next to him, at most your thighs touching.

It had been this way for a month and clearly nothing was working. So today, you gave up. You sat in silence. Didn’t put the effort into trying anymore. You were at your wits end, what else were you supposed to do?

Eddie sits beside you on the bed, his hands playing awkwardly in his lap as whatever movie you’d let him pick plays softly in front of you. You’d zoned out long ago, sat in a world of your own thoughts; memories of the times you’d used to share with your fun loving boyfriend. You also couldn’t help that your mind had started to wonder back to other types of memories. You can’t help as you start to feel yourself get wet, trying to discreetly rub your thighs just to get some kind of friction. Flashbacks of him kissing you, touching you, fucking you...

“What’s wrong?” Eddie’s voice suddenly cuts through your reverie.

“What?” You blink at him in confusion.

“What’s wrong?” He repeats. “You’ve been really quiet today. Distant” he shrugs.

You scoff incredulously; “I've been distant?"

He looks at you nervously when he hears the edge in your tone.

“You’re one to talk, Munson” you continue. “I think that might be the first time you’ve spoken to me in a month without me prompting it first!” you hiss.

You see the hurt in his eyes and almost immediately regret your little outburst. You sigh, taking a moment to try and compose yourself, searching for the right words. It was now or never you supposed. You couldn’t keep going on like this; you guessed now was as good a time as any to try and talk to him.

“Eddie, have you even realised how distant you’ve been with me recently?” You ask him gently. “Like I said, you’ve barley spoken two words to me in a month. You barely even acknowledge my presence, even when I’m sat right beside you. You don’t even look at me properly anymore. You don’t kiss me, you don’t hold me, you don’t touch me” your voice almost cracks with the tears that were threatening to spill.

He looks at you sadly, pain etched on his face.

“I know you’ve needed time to... deal with everything. So have I. But you wont even let me be there for you, you won’t let me help. You’ve been going through it all on your own even though I’m right here. I’ve tried everything I can think of to try and show you that but honestly I don’t know what else to do. I don’t know how else I can help you, and it’s breaking my heart. I just feel so useless. Amongst other things...” you murmur the last line to yourself.

You take another deep breath.

“I just, I- I miss you” you mumble quietly, brining your point to a conclusion.

You look at him sadly, feeling a tear prick your eye. You gently reach out a hand to cup his cheek. You feel him tense slightly before he leans lightly into your touch.

“I’m sorry” he whispers.

He stares into the distance for a moment before taking another deep breath.

“I’ve been neglecting you” he suddenly states, something like defeat lingering in his voice.

“No, no that’s not I meant. I just want to be there for you, I want you to let me be there for you” you try to reassure him quickly.

“Yeah but I closed myself off, didn’t I? And in that process I wasn't there for you either.”

You shrug. That wasn’t exactly your main concern right now but he certainly wasn’t wrong; it was still a pretty big deal to you. Eddie reaches out to grab you, gently lifting you off the bed next to him and guiding you to straddle his lap. You were only wearing his t-shirt and some thin panties, meaning there was not much in the way between your aching pussy and the crotch of his jeans. You try bite back a moan as you feel the roughness of his pants against your cunt, but a small whimper escapes your lips. And Eddie is quick to notice.

“You missed me baby?” He tilts his head to the side as he looks at you.

“Yes, but-“ you were trying to keep on track to get this boy to open up to you but he cuts you off.

“You missed me touching you? You missed these hands?” He hums as he splays his hands over your thigh.

You nod, your hips starting to grind on their own accord. Your mind begins fog, your focus fading as Eddie's hands slide their way up your legs, sending shivers through your body.

“My poor baby, you must be so needy hmm? Just aching to be touched” he taunts.

When his hands reach your hips, running over the waistband of your panties, the last of your resolve crumbles. You nod again and tug on his hair, silently asking him to give you more. And he did. As his left hand finds a hold on your hip, his right hand dips underneath your panties. You whimper as he cups your pussy for a moment before he finally curls two fingers to run between your folds. You practically shiver from the sensation as he rubs his fingers up and down your slit, collecting the wetness that had already pulled there.

“Fuck sweetheart, did I really leave you that desperate? You’re fucking soaked” He groans loudly.

You mewl and nod your head, biting your lip pathetically.

“I was thinking about you” you whisper. “Thinking about how you used to touch me. How you used to fuck me” you nudge his nose with your own as your words come out in a breathy pant.

He groans deeply again as he starts to move his hand further down, his fingers now tracing your entrance,

“Yeah? Were you thinking about how good my fingers feel? Hmm?”

You nod again, bucking your hips against his fingers, effectively humping his hand.

“Yes,” you sigh, “your fingers always felt so good.”

“Yeah?” He taunts as he finally sinks two fingers inside you, both of them slipping in so easy thanks to how wet you were.

He slowly picks up his rhythm, pumping you with his two fingers, curling them in the way he knew drove you crazy.

“This poor pretty cunt of yours hasn’t been used for so long hmm?” He hums as he moves his thumb to start small circles on your clit.

You whimper, hitting an impossibly high pitch as you feel yourself race embarrassingly fast towards a climax.

“I’m so sorry baby” he groans, his lips attaching to your neck, peppering hot kisses across your throat. “I’ll make it up to you” he whispers the promise against your skin.

In the same breath he starts to speed up his movements, his fingers pumping in and out of you rapidly, his thumb swirling around your clit with even more fervour. You swear you almost feel another tear sting your eyes as pleasure courses through your body.

“Oh fuck, yes yes yes yes” you whisper incoherently as your orgasm blinds you, coming on impossibly fast.

The months worth of built up tension melting away as pleasure burns through you, your fingers dig painfully hard into Eddie’s shoulders as your body shakes and convulses. You almost didn’t even care that you’d cum so quickly; if anything it was just a testament to how much you needed this, just how desperate you had been for him.

“That’s my good girl” Eddie hums, kissing along your jaw.

He pumps you slowly a few more times before gently removing his fingers from you. You sigh, completely content in your post orgasmic bliss. But Eddie just smirks up at you.

“I hope you don’t think we're finished, sweetheart. I’ve got a lot of time to make up for” he murmurs between kissing down your throat.

He stops to quickly help you shrug his shirt off your body before he carries on kissing down your chest. He takes a moment to worship your tits, biting and swirling his tongue over each nipple, kissing and sucking hickies into the soft fleshy skin of your breasts. You squirm under his touch, pushing your hips into him, your pussy already aching with need again.

Once he’s finished his assault on your breasts he gently lifts you off him and lays you down on the mattress, flipping the two of you over. He kisses your lips sweetly before his kisses move down your body again. When he reaches your hip bones he hums against your skin, kissing tantalisingly close to where you wanted him, needed him, but not giving in just yet. He yanks your panties down your leg, shucking them off to the floor. Eddie then grabs your legs with his hands, opening you up and spreading you wide in front of him.

“Oh fuck” he groans into the skin of your thigh. “I’ve missed this sight. This pretty little pussy of yours” he kisses up and down your inner thighs. “Gonna worship it like I should’ve been doing ages ago” he promises, placing a kiss to the apex of your thigh.

Without hesitation he dives right into your pussy, his mouth wasting no time in latching onto your clit. You moan and arch your body in response, your head falling back onto the mattress.

“Fuck baby you taste so good” he sighs against your clit. “I’ve missed this taste” he murmurs between kitten licking your swollen clit. “Did you miss my tongue too, sweetheart?”

You can feel him smirk into your cunt as you just answer with a loud moan. You moan even louder when you realise that Eddie himself is humping the mattress, desperately grinding his still clothed crotch against the bed. Pleasuring you had only turned him on even more. Listening to your moans, the sound of his name falling from your lips; it had him aching for some kind of release of his own whilst he tongue fucked you. The sight of it was almost too much to bear. It was so hot watching him hump the bed like that that you feel your second climax race faster to the surface.

“Oh fuck, Eddie” you cry as your second orgasm crashes through you.

You gasp and moan between your laboured breathing, your chest heaving up and down as pleasure racks through you. Your fingers knot into his hair, holding him against you as you fuck yourself against his face, riding out your high. Eddie softly sucks on your clit, drawing out your orgasm for all it was worth. After he feels you start to convulse he finally releases your clit, placing a soft kiss to the inside of your right thigh.

Eddie looks up at you, your wetness glistening his lips and his chin. He gives you a small smile, looking at you as he gently kisses your thighs again. You moan loudly and sit up quickly. You grab the neck of Eddie’s shirt and pull him into you. Your lips crash against his, devouring the taste of yourself on his mouth. He hums a small sound of surprise before he groans, opening his mouth and letting your tongue slide over his. You use the element of surprise to your advantage, flipping Eddie over and pinning him to the bed with your hips.

You keep kissing him but immediately you can start to feel his hesitation. His hands on your hips are no longer pulling you against him but are rather holding you in place, not letting you rut against him like you wanted to. You slow down the kiss, slow down everything, thinking maybe if you just gave him a second you might be able to carry on.

But alas, just as your hands slide down his neck to his chest, rubbing over his shirt, his hands fly up to catch yours and halt their movements. His lips part from yours as he dips his head, his eyes locking on to where his hands held yours in place, almost as if he was afraid if he looked away they’d somehow find a way to those scars he was so desperate to keep hidden.

“Eddie, please...” you plead with him sadly. “It’s okay” you try to reassure him gently. “Just let me in. Let me see” you whisper.

“I can’t,” he breathes shakily, “I just can’t.”

Despite what had just occurred you still hadn’t reached the root of the issue, which mostly revolved around Eddie’s self-esteem issues. He may have touched you again, provided you some release, but you still hadn’t actually got through to him about letting you in, about opening up to you.

You’d gotten so lost in him finally touching you again that you’d missed it for what it actually was.... a distraction.

To be continued...

Part Two

Masterlist

A/N: if anyone was curious, probably not but anyway, this was titled after Imagine Dragons’ song I’ll Make It Up To You which is one of my favourites of theirs! I hope you guys enjoyed this! part two will be posted shortly, stay tuned!! <33

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shy reader x eddie smut, maybe not their first time? like eddie telling reader "you're always so shy, baby, lemme see you", or maybe eddie convincing reader to be a little more talkative in bed + inadvertently making eddie realise he has a praise kink hehe

tysm for ur request CW WEED MENT + SMUT 18+ ONLY ♡ shy!fem!reader | 0.6k

Even home alone you whisper in bed like everything is a secret. Eddie's lucky if your voice passes a meagre thirty decibels, and lucky is the right word. You make this little gasping sound and it's enough to have him squirming, but when you moan? 

Fuck, Eddie's a total goner. 

"Talk to me, sweetheart," he murmurs pleadingly. 

And it's brilliant – you're in his lap, his lap, and your hands are trembling but deliberate as you run them over his chest. You stop with your fingers poised at his waist. 

"Hi," you say. 

"Hi," he says back, grinning.

He rolls his hips and your panties brush over his naked dick, the dampened silk a sick sweet torture. "Where'd you go just now?" 

"Nowhere. Nowhere," you repeat, leaning in.

He hits under your chin with his knuckle to lift your head high. There's a glassy quality to your eyes. Your mascara is smudged. 

"You're always so shy, baby. Lemme see you." 

You keep your head high but close your eyes, overwhelmed by his soft chiding. Eddie takes in your every feature, every fine hair and tiny pore, every little wrinkle. 

"You look… so fucking pretty." 

"Stop," you murmur, smiling. 

Eddie runs his hands up to your chest and under your t-shirt, catching your nipple between his index and middle finger as he squeezes your breast. Your breath catches and your hips stutter and he thinks, Fuck, if I could play that back. 

He brings both of his hands to the small of your back and feels the naked flesh there greedily. Your hands search for something to grab in turn, your arms crushing his dark curls against his neck as you move in and hug him. 

Friction everywhere. He looks up at you with his chin digging into your chest, eyes wide and waiting for you to look down. 

"You know we're alone, don't you?" 

Your poorly constrained bliss turns to confusion. "Yeah, Eds." 

"Nobody here. Just me and you. Make some sounds for me, yeah?" He grinds up into you and you sigh happily. "Just like that. Just like that." His voice goes weak. 

You duck your face into the side of his, your cheek to his cheek, your breathing amplified so close to his ear. Every intake of breath, every quiver sets his nerves on fire. 

"You're fucking perfect. Need you to make some pretty sounds just like that, okay?" he asks, hand moving down to where your cunt warms his cock. 

"Yeah, okay," you pant. 

He pulls your panties to the side and takes his aching cock into his hand, smearing precum over the soft bead of your clit. You smother a moan and he raises his eyebrows. 

"Please?" he asks. 

You nod very slowly. When he rubs up against your clit again, you moan. 

"Fuck." He drags out the word. His heart is racing in his chest and his cock is practically sobbing precum. He can't help but tug at the shaft erratically. A rivulet of sweat drips down the back of his neck. 

"Sweetheart, you're gonna have me fucking creaming in my hand." 

You giggle and spread your thighs wide over his. He takes it for what it is and grabs your hip cruelly. "Ready?" he asks. 

You nibble your lip and nod shyly. 

Eddie gives it one last stab, massaging your flesh where it burns under his hands. 

"You know, you have such a nice voice. When you're sitting in the passenger seat all toked up and pretty, and you sing along, shy and sweet…" He brings a hand to your cheek and squeezes, your eyes creased with insecurity slowly waning. "You think you can do that for me now? Sing me something pretty?" 

You inhale hard, your chest moving erotically. "Yeah." 

"Good girl." 

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he’s perfect | e.m

eddie munson x gn!reader

description; no one could understand what you saw in eddie, but to you it was perfectly clear.

warnings; fluff, allusions to being drunk at the end—if u squint. i think that’s it. other than it being written at 1am.

word count; 900+

eddie munson—what did you see in him?

a certain question always crept up when people discovered your relationship with eddie. ‘what do you see in him?’ oh, but if only they knew. they couldn’t see him the way you saw him. your eyes were unique, your heart one of a kind; eddie was the moon at twilight, the cool breeze on a hot summer’s day, the sun on a crisp winter’s morning, the storm clouds after a long period of heat.

in the mornings, waking up by his side was a privilege. his hair was always messy (messier than it was ordinarily), his lips usually slightly parted with soft snores escaping them. and when he sensed he was being watched, he began to stir in his sleep, wrapping his strong, protective arms around you, his rings scraping over your exposed skin. he held you closer each time, waking up each morning with more love for you than he held the previous day.

“why do you stare at me every morning?” eddie groaned, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

slipping a hand up his back and into his hair, you laughed, “because you’re so pretty, eddie,” you whispered, “my pretty eddie.”

he lifted his head up, his soft brown eyes meeting yours—they seemed bigger than usual—“my pretty y/n,” he grinned, flipping you onto your back and moving to touch your lips.

you belonged to him. outside observers might have thought you were an odd couple, but really they just thought eddie was odd. to see him with anyone who looked at him as if he held galaxies in his eyes would be strange to them. and though there weren’t galaxies in his eyes, there was a comforting darkness pouring from them—the darkness you invite when you close your eyes to fall asleep.

he was a showman, a show off, a character. with you, his layers were scattered all over the floor like broken glass glittering in the sun’s rays: diamonds. behind them, he was simply eddie. and though each layer he wore was beautiful in its own way, the core was ethereal, nothing came close, really.

“do you need a hair band?” eddie asked, watching your hair fall over your eyes as you hunched over his guitar.

“do you have one?” you asked, plucking a few strings.

“i always have one, just in case!” he smiled, pulling the hair tie from his wrist and offering it to you.

“will you do it for me?”

eddie didn’t answer, but sat down beside you and gathered your hair to the nape of your neck, pulling it past your ears and out of your face with such care, such softness, as you had never felt before. pulling it up and making sure there were no lumps, he began twisting the band around your hair and tightening it when was finished, never hurting you, never too rough.

“thanks,” you said, not bothering to check what it looked like.

“you’re welcome,” eddie replied, snaking his arms over yours, his hands touching yours, “you’ve almost got it,” he praised, moving your fingers slightly to the left.

you strummed again, immediately satisfied with the sound it created. eddie hummed gently, pleased with himself and with you, and pecked your cheek gently.

eddie was nothing short of a dream. perhaps he was a dream that sometimes you could not understand, one that scared you and challenged you, but he was still a dream. with him it felt as if you were floating; when he smiled at you, his eyes consuming you, the world withdrew into nothingness around him. you never wanted to be without his arms around you, cradling you like a glass rose with wounded thorns.

his kisses were floods of fire, burning their way below your skin and into your bloodstream, pumping through your veins. eddie was nothing if not passionate, but he could also be vulnerable—you saw it everyday in his varying mannerisms, the ones you’d studied ever so closely over the months.

confessions were silent in touches, declarations were blazing in kisses, promises were felt in each other’s arms. his vulnerability was the only thing observed from a distance, for he preferred it left behind when he was with you.

“we don’t have to go to this party if you don’t want to,” you assured your boyfriend, resting your chin on his shoulder and looking at him through the mirror.

“what? no! halloween is the best day of the year, and you’ve wanted to go to this party for months,” eddie protested, ruffling up his hair a bit more.

“yes, but, it’s not exactly a party filled with our friends,” you reminded him.

eddie sighed, turning around and pressing his forehead to yours, “but our friends will be there. i don’t care about the rest of them, they’re all lame and secretly wishing they could be us. all i care about is you,” eddie reassured you.

“okay,” you relented.

he always drove safely with you in the car, unless you asked him to speed up—eddie was always up for a bit of fun. but on halloween with a bunch of kids roaming the streets, you both thought it best to drive sensibly through the night.

when you arrived outside the host’s door, you saw no hesitation in eddie’s demeanour as he hopped out of his truck and walked around to open your door. he was smiling, even excited, as he helped you down with ease.

the door was open and ready for any guests the night would bring. loud, blaring music was heard down the drive way, but it only enticed the two of you further in. there must have been over a hundred people crammed into the first floor of the house, each one engrossed in their own lives, drama and love.

eddie left to get the two of you some drinks, leaving the wolves to descend.

“so, y/n, what the hell do you see in eddie munson? you could do so much better!” one girl asked, slurring her words.

well…

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SFW and NSFW headcanons for the ST boys I write for lol

I want! To do one of these for everyone I write for but this is fresh on my mind so it's first lol. Eddie, Billy, and Steve are included. I wanted to post this before some of my asks so you know what you're getting lol. Anyway! CW: Feminization, trauma mention, nightmares, scars, and season 3 spoilers, cockwarming, crying, panty stealing, exhibitionism sort of, billy's mommy issues, more crying, let men bottom. Written with top!reader in mind, mostly gender-neutral but AFAB based (I write what I know) if there's more Please let me know.

Steve Harrington SFW 

He hates being alone in that big house, so hes either holding you hostage or he’s always at yours. 

Says he HATES spending time with the kids but is the first to defend them in any situation, even if You have something negative to say about them.

I think the whole ‘six nuggets’ speech was WAY out of character but like, I think Steve deserves ONE baby as a treat. Or maybe he’s the honorary uncle to one of Nancy’s kids lol. He’d be a sick ass uncle.

He Does in fact love PDA, he’s a touchy feely guy (post season one, at least Genuinely) 

His love language is physical touch(receiving) and gift giving(giving). HIs parents were always trying to ‘make up’ for not being there with gifts (the BMW was from the Florence trip, two whole months by himself with little to no contact.)

He really likes movie dates, be it renting a tape and staying at his or yours OR going out and catching one at the theater. He got weirdly into film after working at Family Video.

His favorite candy is anything banana flavored (laffy taffy is the top spot).

He likes pepsi over coke and Is pretentious about it. 

I ama  firm believer that he has a full skin/hair/night/morning routine that he is ADAMANT about. HE has a toiletry bag bigger than his overnight bag that he carries his “essentials” in if he stays over at yours/Eddie’s. 

Speaking of Eddie they got weirdly close after the whole Vecna thing so if you’re dating Steve congrats you have a a new bestie :) Eddie will offer you joints you do Not have to accept. 

Steve is a fan of thicker people I’m sorry I dont make the rules. They all are but Speficially Steve and Billy lol. 

He gets really bad nightmares about the demogorgons sometimes, sleeps with the bat next to him most nights. “Just in case, babe. Can’t be too careful.”  

Was a bug kid, and WAS friends with Eddie in elementary school I will die on this hill. They used to make bug palaces on the playground someone please ask e about this for the love of fuc-

HIs favorite book is The Outsiders :) He doesn’t and didn’t read a lot but that is one of the few books that can grab his attention and keep it. Got very excited when the movie came out and it is one of his favorites :)

First guy crush was Rob Lowe he “Just thought he was badass.” uhhh okay Stevie we get it.

Boyfriend Material to a fucking T. You need someone to help grocery shop? He’s there. Help move furniture? He’s there? Sad? He’s there and he’s making stupid jokes and calling you pretty and kissing your eyelids. 

He lets you wear his clothes and encourages it. Will have a fashion show with your clothes to make you feel better about it if you’re insecure. 

NSFW

Firmly believe there isn’t a mean bone in this mans body. He couldn’t bully you into submission if he wanted to he’d feel too bad.

He’s a simp to the bone. All you have to do is put on the puppy eyes and the “Please Stevie?” And he melts.

I’d call him the pussy eating king but Eddie Munson holds that title so Steve is the Pussy Eating Prince? 

I don’t think he’s a dom by any means, but I DO think he’d be a service top. 

“Baby cum for me please? Wanna feel it. Need to see you cum, look so pretty when you do.” and “So fuckin’ tight, so wet and pretty and perfect. Doin’ so good for me.”

Praise!! Kink!!! Both giving and receiving! Pull on his hair and call him a good boy and he’ll whimper so pretty. 

Big Dick. I don’t remember where I read the headcanon that Steve has a huge dick but i fuckin ran with it so now he does :). Its pretty too. 

He likes slow and sleepy sex over anything else. The sex where you guys are like, trying to fuck but end up just cuddling and kinda grinding against eachother? *chef’s kiss*

Big fan of cockwarming :) sometimes he’s just so needy and you’re busy with work stuff, or college stuff or you’re just reading and he’s all 

“Can I please just put it in? Don’t even have to move, jus’ wanna be close baby.” 

He’s shit at dirty talk but he tries okay?

“Steve we talked about the shitty porn dialouge baby.” “Yeah, yeah sorry.” 

BIg fan of giggling during sex? He just thinks you’re so pretty and he gets these big goofy smiles that are all teeth and yeah. 

When he cums he’s loud as fuck. He’s vocal in general but he gets LOUD when he’s close. He whines and whimpers and huffs out these little moans. HIs tummy gets all tense and his hips jerk and he’s trying so hard not to cry out and beg. 

“Gun’ cum baby, please? Guna’cum for’ya please.” 

Tears up if its really good or if you edged him lol. 

All in All a nice guy to fuck and Date i wont him. 

Eddie Munson SFW :)

Will make you a mixtape way before you start dating and if you listen hard enough that was his original confession. 

He likes to make NPC's in his campaigns based off of you :) whether they be random passerby or main baddies. 

Doesnt matter what shape, size, gender, ethnicity, race anything. If Eddie falls for you? He's All In. He loves HARD and he doesnt give a shit about consequences. 

His queer awakening was Slash lol

Probably autistic, but its the 80's and its rural Indiana so. No Outlet for that. 

His best friend is 100% Dustin they hang out regularly. He's trying (slowly hut surely) to teach Dustin some guitar stuff. 

Eddies idea of a date is driving out to empty fields in the van with some burgers and a joint or two and stargazing. He knows a lot about astrology and definitely shows off his knowledge. 

He's a cuddle bug. Leeches your warmth in the winter and sticks to your sweaty skin during the summer. If he's not sleeping flush against you hes whiney as fuck. 

He likes to wrap his arms around you from the back when you guys are just standin' places. He's a lil lanky so he just kinda curls himself around you, no matter if you're taller or shorter than him. 

he likes to call you "your majesty" a lot, and not in a condescending way. 

"you're royalty babydoll, should be treated that way" hands you a rock he thought you'd like.

hes very much the 'crow friend' if you've seen those tiktoks?

keeps a box of shiny stuff, fancy rocks, funky sticks, jars, and weird shit he found that he likes to show you sometimes and give you if he thinks you'll like it. 

very sensitive to rejection, has attachment issues. 

his parents left when they realized he was getting caught too often doing illegal shit for them so they dipped and he took it to heart. 

still convinced Wayne thinks he's a burden

please kiss his cheeks and play with his hair and call him pretty he blushes so nice. 

he gets freckles during the summer and a REALLY nice tan if hes out enough. 

never learned how to swim correctly, is self taught. 

used to chew on his hair and still does if he's Very upset or close to a meltdown. 

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umm bottom lol sorry

or a pushover service top

i cannot see him as a massive sadist it doesnt fit im sorry

likes to dress up sometimes :) likes feeling pretty and dainty 

he just hangs around naked sometimes? he seems the type to me?

PUSSY!! EATING!! KING!! 

eats pussy for HIS pleasure and will go till he gets lockjaw and THEN some. 

the one on this list who Knows how to make AFABs squirt. and is PROUD of it. 

is actually very shy? knows people dont like him usually and is worried its a prank. 

wants his ass ate sorry not sorry it had to be said. he thinks it would feel fucking amazing and he deserves it. 

he LOVES being ridden, titties bouncin' in his face, tummy jigglin' for him to grab onto. he fuckin ADORES it. 

hes GRABBY. he grabs at your ass, hips, thighs, stomach, shoulders. Anything He Can. he just gets so needy 

he begs so pretty. loves being overstimulated and gets shakey after his first orgasm but wont stop you till hes cumming dry. 

"cm-cmon..can…i can c-cum again bab-baby i can. puh-puh-promise i can." 

LOVES when you baby talk him but like, in a condescending way? 

"oh sweet thing :( just gotta cum so bad huh? couldnt wait could you, just had to act like a needy slut, yeah?" "mhm, mhm, needy..needed it, so bad. so bad." 

drools lol hes like A Dog. his legs get shakey and his head rolls and he grins like a maniac and theres spit dripping down his chin and im <3

loves to finger you, anywhere, really. and loves when you just shove a hand down his pants and jack him off. 

the kinda guy who would refer to your pussy as "his girl" 

He’s a fuckin perv. Steals your undies and has a stash of them for ‘safe keeping’. Porn mags out the ass. Normal ole teenage boy stuff lol. 

he'd let you use his dick as a stim toy /hj

Billy Hargrove SFW

Boy is an ASSHOLE okay? lives to bully and tease you at first (and even after you're dating but then its affectionate) 

He has a lot of resentment towards positive female/female presenting roles in his life because of his mom i think? and he REALLY has to work on that shit, and if you have the heart to help him with that you're a saint. 

I think the best approach would be to help him from outside. Let him do some introspective shit and just kinda. Guide him. 

Okay so he knows hes a dick, hes trying to get better this is prime, please ask HIM out time. 

He will get so incredibly flustered if you ask him out on a date or something he wont know what to do. 

Hes used to being the flashy one. The Stud. the Untouchable. A Lot of internalzed homophobia in this bad boy. Toxic Masculinity ftw

After the Mindflayer he is a Lot different and i really want to write my specific headcanons and ideas on how he survived/what happened after lol

Hes more subdued, he's quiter, he doesnt lash out as much. He's still, ragey, obviously but its toned down a lot. 

He's not quite as outgoing either, which Max helps a lot with. They get close. 

You and him get closer too. 

I think you guys start as FWB and escalate from there because what ELSE would happen with Billy Hargrove. 

Uhhh he secretly likes rom coms sorry not sorry. 

He LOVES sixteen candles its one of his favorites. 

his queer awakening was :) tom cruise in top gun, that basic bitch. 

he likes when you call him baby/baby boy a LOT. 

he gets FRECKLED in the summer. He tans so pretty and he gets a nice little flush/sunburn on his cheeks and ears that makes him glow. He really thrives in the summer. 

City Boy. Has never seen a cow irl until Hawkins and is terrified of them, please show him they are gentle giants. 

He likes to go to drive ins (and make out) for dates before the mindflayer. He still likes to do that AFTER the mindflayer but hes much more a homebody now so he really likes napping together. 

calls you bitch but affectionately. 

is an AVID reader actually? i love the headcanon that Billy is Wicked smart so i like to think he reads alot. 

he likes period romances (jane austen is his GIRL)

he thinks cooking together is the height of domesticity and at first it freaked him tf out how much he liked doing it with you. now he eases into so quickly its a little funny. 

feral mountain lion turned a little less feral house cat energy.

likes when you call him Bills :)

Likes to walk with his hand in your back pocket and yours in his. 

NSFW

So at first, he's hyper-dominant. Won't let you even Ride him. He's in his head about it 100% he doesnt want you to think he's weak. Men dont take it like that. 

He soon learns you VERY much like it when he's crying for you  

Hes a power bottom i wont take arguments. 

He's also a fuckin BRAT. Needs you to put him in his place but Gently. Needs a firm hand but do Not raise your voice at him or he shuts down. 

It takes a while before he trusts you enough to let you see this side of him and you need to respect that. He will come to you when he's ready. 

He knows hes pretty and he uses it against you. Flutters his eyelashes and smiles all pretty and puffs his chest out. Lays himself out to make himself real pretty. 

Praise tf out of him please he'll cry. 

"Oh pretty baby, you're doin' so good :) such a perfect boy for me. feel so good in me handsome." He's tearing up and nodding so hard. 

"Yeah. Yeah m'good. M'good boy. Doin' good." Under his breath with his eyes squeezed shut, white knuckling the sheets. 

Needs a lot of reassurance that you're feeling good. He spent a lot of time not really giving a shit if the girls he was with got off so with you? He's constantly. "Is that right? That feel good? Want more?" He wants to be perfect for you. 

Sometimes, after the nightmares are getting worse and he's so sleep-deprived he's cross eyed and he can't really think he needs you to take him apart and he goes so willingly.

He gets whimpery and almost immediately oversensitive. Like his cock is a livewire. His fingers and lips tremble and he's trying so hard to keep his eyes on you, to be a good boy. He goes pliant and soft and gets this silly little smile on his face. Eyes hazy and wet. He hums and nods and lets you do whatever. He knows he's safe. 

The scars ARE sensitive lol you heard it here folks. 

He doesnt fuck you with the lights on or fully naked for almost a year after he's fully healed. 

He rubs vitamin E oil and scar softner into the skin where he was attacked twice a day, every day, for a year before you get to see them. 

He breaks down when you call them pretty :) 

And you BETTER think he's still handsome or i'll find you istg /hj

Uhh, this may be a personal want of mine or a real headcanon but I think he would like to try makeup? Like a full glam rock, smokey eye red lip whole shebang. 

Fuck him so good his mascara runs. 

Prolly has a mommy kink but i’m not brave enough to write that (unless…)/hj

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finding out eddie has a mommy kink by @subbypeterparker

voyeurism, ft steve by @hxneybimbo

missed you by @munsonussy

the devil wears eyeliner by @sinnerlillith

pink is metal by @sinnerlillith

fountain by @eddiemunsonswhxre

distracting by @notrattus

I look at you and my blood runs hot by @letterstotheflre

nuisance by @eddiemunsonswhxre

symphony by @garden-of-eddie

under the bleachers by @latenightsimping

birthday girl, ft steve by @eratolasting

she’s the devil in disguise by @letterstotheflre



𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒

reaction to calling them daddy in bed by @hellfirexclub

making out with jonathan/steve by @pnkstarss

take in by @mollyville (jonathan byers)

what happens in the dark room by @reidsrevenge (jonathan byers)

stays in the dark room by @reidsrevenge (jonathan byers)

perv jonathan x cheerleader bsf by @pnkstarss (jonathan byers)

take you like a drug (jonathan byers, m reader, ao3)

goad by @hoosurdaddy (jancy x reader)

the upside by @honeybadgerwritings (henry creel)

taken care of by @droopycoquette (henry creel)

good girl by @666eddie (billy hargrove)

object of my desire by @skyebounded (robin buckley)

part two

[readathousandlives]

down on luck.

premise: you win a bet that eddie is more than happy to lose.

pairing: eddie munson x (f)reader

word count: 1.9k

warnings: eighteen+ content, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, illusions to sex, barest amount of dirty talk.

etc: just a disclaimer i only know the bare minimum of d&d therefore there’s the bare minimum of mentioning of it in here, which means if i got the verbiage wrong pretend you didn’t see it ok thanks lmao.

i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work, please be respectful — if you enjoyed please comment or reblog!

His hair is always softer than it looks; like strands of silk running through your fingers, tickling the insides of your thighs, falling around you when his body is pressed to yours, even when it’s sweat slicked and stuck to his forehead. His hair was perfect, even with a lackluster shampooing routine. It had been one of the first things you had noticed about him, his hair. The second was how perfect his smile was. A grin so contagious that even if what was coming out of those sweetly spread lips was foolery or theaterics. He had the perfect sense of tone. The countless times you had seen him perform with his band, or watched him strum his guitar at the end of his bed mindlessly, proving so.

You know you could fill a whole notepad with all of the perfections you thought he had. To some they’d seem like moot examples, only added to the list due to your deep affections for the outcast. But it wouldn’t make them any less true. Eddie was more than the surface leveled nerdy reject the town had labeled him as.

If your mind wasn’t completely fuddled right now, your brain trying to remind you to breathe, to slow the movements of your hips, to savor what you’ve earned; comprehension would be there. But lust and anatomy—and the silk of Eddie’s hair between your fingers as you pull it softly, his lips wrapped around your clit as his fingers pressed up inside of you, the cool feel of his rings on your wet folds a welcome relief from the heat that’s burning you from the outside in.

If comprehension was there: this, the way he’s fucking you with his fingers and his tongue rolling along your clit in that perfect pattern, would be at the top of his list of perfections.

You can feel the stabbing of a game piece digging into the back of your skull as it presses onto the table, your head thrown back, a string of moans spewing from your lungs to fill the air. You hadn’t expected the night to play out like this. Had more than expected the roles to be reversed. Having rarely earned bragging rights to winning any of the cheeky bets the two of you would place against each other—tonight’s being: the loser of the campaign gives the winner head. A bet you were fully ready, and happily, willing to lose. Expecting to have grooves from the hard floor lingering on the skin of your knees for the rest of the night, as you swallowed Eddie's cock.

You didn’t need an excuse to smile around his girth as you watched him wither and beg to come in your mouth. So losing would have been just as pleasing as a win. But when the dice had been rolled and you had won, the slow up turn of a smirk on his lips, and the rush to get the guys to leave faster than normal; all but throwing you onto your back on the table, hooking his arms around your thighs to pull your ass forward so it hung off of the edge, his knees already bending to meet the floor to pull your panties to the side and move his head between your legs—your surprise at your victory settling in at the same time his tongue lapped over your folds.

Losing was more your forte, but with how good Eddie’s mouth felt right now, with the small vibrations against your clit each time your back bowed and a curse fell from your lips as you pulled his hair; you’re thanking whatever D&D gods were on your side tonight.

It’s almost suspicious how easily you had won. How there was no banter, no teasing, no playful showmanship of being a poor sport that usually came with him losing, or winning. There had been little surprise on his face when the die landed in your favor, the other boys hooting and hollering; and he was uncharacteristicly silent.

Licking your lips, pulling your head from the table—and away from the game piece shockingly not imbedded into your skull—you try to keep your eyes open, try to look down at him, try to gear yourself up to form words, to speak, to ignore his tongue and fingers for one damn second so you can comprehend a single action that wasn’t rolling your hips into his mouth.

"Did you lose on purpose?"

There’s a loud sucking noise that fills the air as he pulls off of your clit and a smile spreads across his wet lips, his eyes meeting yours. "Me? Cheat?” He makes a face, one that reads I'm appalled you would even ask such a thing. But there’s amusement in it—and he’s still fingering you, still has two fingers fucking into you, the sounds of the wet squelch of your pussy around them enough to make your cheeks burn and your lids waver to stay open. “What a scandalous accusation,” he teases. You would believe him, as serious as he takes this game, his campaigns, but there’s a glint of mischief in his eye. Something that’s telling you his words are anything but the truth.

And with his eyes still upturned towards you his tongue dips in between your wetness, runs the flat of it from your opening to your clit. Your wetness gathering on his taste buds, coating them in such a filthy way that it has your legs shaking. “It would be unjust of me to rig the game in your favor, all so I could have an excuse to eat this pretty pussy and have you coming on my tongue.” He presses a soft kiss to your mound, “doesn’t sound like something I would do.”

“Eddie, you–“ a gasp replaces your argument. The scold dies in your lungs and is quickly forgotten when the wet heat of his swollen lips wrap around your clit once more. The suction singes your nerve endings, your lower belly burning, sinking sinking sinking until that nipping feeling of being close to coming is at your heels. The back of your head finding the table again as your back arches, your hips rolling steadily at the same time his fingers pull out and fuck back into you. Everything in perfect rhythm. Every service of your outsides burning through to the inside with a pleasure that feels so fucking good.

Your wrist hurts from all the tugging and twitching your hand keeps doing, there’s going to be a raw inprint of the table etched on your ass when you stand you’re sure. The thought of traces of your wetness getting on the game board an afterthought—should make you feel some type of way, self conscious? Annoyed that things will have to be replaced? Perhaps. But all it does is make you wetter, makes you whimper and tremble at knowing that Eddie doesn’t care.

He could have waited until all the pieces were picked up and packed away. Could have waited until you were in his bed and his stereo was drowning out your moans so the neighbors couldn’t hear.

But he didn’t. He wanted you right here and now, no waiting, no hesitation, no worry about the arousal running down your asscheeks and potiently ruining the board. Or a bat of an eye when the others had given him weird looks when he pushed them out of the door. Clarity honing in on the fact that he had gone as far as rigging the game—something you try to be at least a little annoyed with—so he could get you like this, so he could push your skirt up and lose himself in the taste of you.

“Fuck,” you loved him.

His fingers crook up at just the right angle, touching just the right spot, intune with the rotation of his tongue, a combination that leaves you breathless. Your thighs closing in on his head, that burn in your belly turning into something scalding and over sensitive as you come on his tongue. A chorus of swears and his name panted out of you. The soft muffled groan of “that’s it” between your thighs as languid sucks, and licks from his mouth coax you through it, enough to make your body jerk and tremble.

Even once his mouth has left you, there’s still heat from him down there. Hot puffs of air on your still scorching skin as you come down. The gentle clenching of your cunt around his fingers that are still slowly moving inside your sensitive walls, making you ache for something thicker.

That was the thing with fucking Eddie. It was never just once; once a day, once a night. He was never satisfied with making you come only once. Always pulled you back into his bed when you were leaving, rolling on top of you to convince you to stay with his mouth pressed to your lips, vows of love and pleasurable torment against them, and his cock growing hard between your legs; your determination to leave his trailer, and his bed, losing its fire when a different blaze starts up when he slips inside of you. A wince of swollen pleasure from being fucked earlier that night swallowed down by his tongue in your mouth.

You guess tonight was the night of role reversals, because even as your breathing goes back to normal. As your heart stops pounding and your cheeks cool; as he rights your underwear and stands from the floor, there’s still that ache to be filled as you sit up—a pitter patter in your stomach relighting those embers of desire when you look down and see the bulge in his jeans.

Eddie grins at you, moves between your open legs to lean down and cup your cheeks in his palms. All you can taste when he kisses you is your arousal, the sweet slick of you on him. It’s that, and the heat of his body now touching the parts of you he hadn’t earlier, the parts that craved for his palms to reach up and cup, squeeze, flick. Making you crave him—again, more.

Your fingers come to the top of his jeans, having done this blindly enough in dark rooms, cars, and forests that you know where the buttons are. Know how to have them unbuttoned and your hand pushing into his boxers in no time.

Your palm feels cold against his throbbing cock. Your fingers moving along the protruding veins as you try to jerk him off as best as you can within the tight material. A low hiss breathed against your lips.

"You’re going against the rules." His chuckle is low and lacking authority. Pushing down the top of his jeans just enough to pull his cock free, to finally wrap your palm around his girth without struggle, you grin up at him.

“Fuck the rules. I want you.”

Eddie’s lips quirk up, runs his fingers down to your chin to play with your bottom lip. A fleeting touch that has you leaning into his hand before it’s gone, and moving across your hand that’s loosely wrapped around his cock. His fingers wrapping around yours, his other hand moving your skirt back up your thighs. The cool air on your still soaked lips as your underwear gets pushed to the side again, sending a shiver up your spine—that turns into a tremor when the tip of his cock moves between the wetness. “Never pleased is she? Always wanting more of me.”

[readathousandlives]

— do you think your parents will hate me? ;; eddie munson x reader

SUMMARY . . . eddie meets your parents for the first time.

WARNINGS . . . eddie being a nervous wreck, fluff. d/n= dad name, m/n = mom name

NOTES . . . ah, yes. my first time writing someone who isn't draco or peter, if you told a year ago that i would write someone who isnt draco ; i would have laugh in your face...

READER NOTES . . . she/her pronouns used, cheerleader!reader.

CREDITS . . . @stuffstrangee for the photos, check out their blog!, title credits : @dr4cosimp

“baby? what if... i make a bad impression and they wont let me see you ever again?” eddie said, as he walked back and fourth across the trailer.

you sighed, "no eddie, they love you! i told them everything about you, like how much you like metal music, and d&d and—” eddie stopped his tracks. “you.. told them i liked metal music?! you do know typical strict parents hate metal music- oh god—”

you just sat there watching eddie go back, and fourth all over again. just rambling, and over thinking about what your parents would react to their perfect cheerleader, straight A student is dating a outcast and a nerd for a fantasy game.

“EDDIE! stop overthinking! if they wont approve of you well then ill break up with you.” you joked, but that made eddie even more worried.

“SEE THATS THE POINT!!”

"do you think your parents will hate me?” eddie quietly asked, “what? no ofcourse not! they will love you! now- stop it eddie, go get ready before we are late.” you giggle.

eddie looked at you dead in the eye, “shit your right! hold on let me find something!”

you saw eddie in his room running around like a chicken, looking for a decent shirt that didn't have any association with devils or anything that seems inappropriate.

it toom him 5 minutes running out of his room, with a pair of denim pants and a plain black t-shirt with a leather jacket, and obviously his shoes.

“do i look good?”

“eddie, baby you look amazing now cmon!” you dragged him outside and you both started to leave the trailer park.

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not long after, you both arrived at your parents home. you saw eddie bouncing his leg he was nervous.

“baby, are you sure they'd like me?” he asked once more. you placed your hands on his cheeks “eds, they will love you so so so much! if they dont well i might have to disown my self just for you” you reassure him again.

he sighed and looked alittle more relieved. “oh, well okay then..”

when you finally convinced him to go out, he was shaking mentally but in the outside it seemed like he was tough

“hi! you must be eddie? our daughters boyfriend?” d/n greeted as he shook eddie's hand, d/n shot him a warm smile. “y-yes, i-i am..” he smiled nervously.

“oh! hii dear! your eddie right? come in, i just finished cooking dinner!” m/n happily greeted your brunette boyfriend.

“hi mr. and ms. y/l/n.” eddie got out a small peep, as you four walked through thr halls into the dinner table he saw all the pictures when you were younger, from winning a spelling bee contest, or you with your grandmother. he smiled in the inside, that you lived a happy life and you deserve.

"ah, now come sit sit!” m/n signalled.

so far, they weren't so scary afterall. he felt already comfortable like family. he spent only what? 2 hours with them, and he already felt contected to them. he learnt that d/n likes metal stuff, m/n was a total fantasy nerd.

—

another hour has passed, both you and eddie decided to leave. you bid your goodbyes to your parents, and went inside the car feeling relieved.

“see, i told you they wouldn't hate you.”

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Prom Queen (Eddie Munson x Reader)

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Requested by @katamcauley

Summary: Eddie and the Reader have been secretly together since Jason forced them into “Seven Minutes in Heaven” as a prank, but now, as Eddie watches Jason and his goons flirt with you, he finds himself not caring who knows you’re his.

Warnings: Bullying, Cursing, Spicy Kissing, Sexual Themes, Drug Use (Weed), Mentions of Blood, Sexual Harassment (Nothing Graphic), and Violence (Series Typical).

(I will get a “Read More” cut on this ASAP. I am slowly knocking out requests! Thanks for your patience. Requests are OPEN. Send an ask or comment below to be added to the tag list. I’ve been thinking of doing full on Seven Minutes/Truth or Dare/Spin the Bottle hcs, so let me know if that’s something you want)

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“Jason, stop!” You groaned, trying to keep your feet planted, but the muscley blonde and his laughing friends were easily able to move you.

“Nah, babe. If you like trailer trash so much why don’t you spend seven minutes in heaven with it?”

You knew you should’ve stayed out of it.

But you’d heard his stupid voice all the way from where you were sitting with the cheer squad, that afternoon. And god, it was Max Mayfield, of all people. Jason had been friends with her brother. They were on the same basketball team the year before, and it seemed he was keeping Billy’s traditions alive. Patrick yanked her backpack from her arm and rifled through it as Jason grabbed her headphones.

“What the hell is wrong with you!?” She spat as they dumped her bag, papers flying every which way.

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[readathousandlives]

Class Ring: Part Two (Eddie Munson x Reader)

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PART ONE PART THREE

Summary: Eddie and the Reader are Married and none of the Hellfire boys realized it. Originally based on this concept from @gayheadphones. Requested by @simpingoverfictionalppl and @eddiemunsonbabe

Warnings: Cursing, Fluff, Mentions of Fear of Infertility, Mike Makes a Joke Implying Eddie has a Mommy Kink, Reader Feels Sick at One Point, Reader has a Hickey at One Point, Mentions of Pregnancy/Trying,

(I will get a “Read More” cut on this ASAP. Requests are OPEN! Thank you for all of the love on pt one!)

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Maybe you would’ve kept your marriage to Eddie a secret if you’d known it would have led to such incessant teasing. Then again, you were married to Eddie, so incessant teasing had never really bothered you.

It had taken the boys approximately five seconds to start referring to you as “Mrs. Munson”, jokingly. You frowned each time, wrinkling your nose a little, which made Eddie giggle.

“What!?” Mike shrugged, as if his intentions had been purely innocent. “You married him! You are Mrs. Munson! I don’t get why you don’t like it!”

You put your hands on your hips, “Because he’s still ‘Eddie’. When you call him 'Eddie’ and me 'Mrs. Munson’, then it sounds like I’m his fucking mom.”

“Oh come on, Y/N. We all knows he calls you Mommy.” Mike shot back, resulting in a chorus of laughter from Hellfire.

“Damn right I do, Wheeler!”

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