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[ang3lfacexo]

i dont really know what this is tbh

warnings: smut! kinda!mean!eddie, sub!reader, slapping, rough sex, jealous sex, making out, mentions of spit piss and cum, uh yea

creds: @attxnt

is the nastiest when he fucks. from spitting, to pissing, to painting your face in his hot cum. all of it. he was fucking disgusting and you; oh, you loved it.

just like now.

'SMACK!'

you gasp as a striking hot pain blossoms on your cheek, your lips going all pouty and it drives eddie vulgar.

"you love him, d'ya?" he scoffs, his thick hands digging into the plush fat of your thighs as he lifts them onto his shoulders. you whimper, your calves pressing against his ears as he hugs at your legs, hips pounding against the backs of your thighs. "ya' want that fuckin' douche, huh?"

you cry out shaking your head, and he smirks in such a smug way your cunt gushes around his cock. "d-don't want... none eddie... just you." you whisper in a heavy prayer, thighs shaking under his big arms.

his cock jumps inside you at your words, his head tilting as he slowls to a stop and spreads your legs slowly biting his lip.

you huff out breathes, chest heaving as your legs part at his hips. your eyebrows furrow at his sudden stop.

your heart jumps out of your chest as those thick fingers of his grab at your jaw, his hair a frizzy mess and his eyeliner (that you did) is smudged. you stare at him in awe, clit gaining a heartbeat. "whatcha' say?"

you flush shaking your head confused, that sweet pout coming back on your lips. "t-that i don't want anyone else?" and he nods slowly eyes clearly searching for another breath of words. "just you, eddie."

and he goes feral.

his mouth is on yours before your lips are even closed, tongue flicking into your mouth as his nose bends into your reddened cheek. his hips are snapping into yours, hands tight in the sheets beside your head as he fucks in your mercifully.

"eddie! dear, god," you cry out against his mouth, hands grab at his ass and his hips, tits jumping and bouncing with every thrust.

now see, nobody ever wanted eddie. nobody preferred him for anything. in all actuality, you were the first girl he'd ever really felt anything towards. sure he's had occansial crushes but nothing, fucking nothing like you. and he'd certainly had never been claimed like that. and the whine behind your words sent him to another level.

"mine, yeah? my girl."

[burntsecrets]

Kickstart My Heart

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader Word Count: 921 Summary: Eddie loves taking you to rock concerts, sharing his passion for music, and showing you off as his cool partner. Warnings: Loud music, crowded spaces, physical contact, possessive behavior, flashing/strobe lights, strong emotional intensity, implied PDA

It's a Saturday night, and the air hums, thick with anticipation, as bodies press together, a restless energy rippling through the crowd. The faint smell of beer and sweat lingers, mixing with the metallic tang of the amps warming up. You’re right at the edge of the pit, the boundary where chaos is about to erupt, Eddie’s arm draped over your shoulders, solid and familiar. The flicker of dim lights catches the sheen of spilled drinks on the floor, the shadows stretching and shrinking like they’re alive. The bass thuds low and steady, rattling through your chest, each pulse syncing with your heartbeat.

Eddie bobs his head to the pre-show riffs spilling from the speakers, his curls bouncing, untamed as ever. He doesn’t just hear the music; it moves through him, lighting him up like a live wire. You glance sideways, catching his grin—a wicked curve of his lips that dares the night to get better. His dark eyes lock on you, and for a second, everything else fades: the crowd, the noise, even the stage. His gaze isn’t just looking at you; it’s pulling you in like you’re the reason he’s here.

He leans in close, his breath brushing your ear as he murmurs, “Ready for this, babe?” His voice is low, rough, and tinged with the kind of excitement that bubbles just before the drop. You nod, though your pulse isn’t quickening from the music. It’s him—Eddie, alive and electric in his element, his passion practically spilling out of him. The way he glows when he talks about music, like it’s a religion and you’re his favorite convert, sends a thrill through you.

A sharp guitar chord splits the air, and the lights dim to black. The crowd explodes, a wave of voices surging forward, pressing closer. Eddie laughs, wild and unrestrained, grabbing your hand as the pit heaves around you. He dives in without hesitation, dragging you along, his fingers warm and solid in yours. His movements are raw, untamed, all sharp angles and unfiltered energy, his hair whipping as he headbangs like he was born for this. But when his hand squeezes yours, there’s a gentleness beneath the chaos, an anchor holding you steady even as the world tilts.

You catch him shooting a smirk at a couple of guys sneaking glances your way, their lingering looks barely subtle beneath the shifting lights. Eddie’s grin stretches wider, wicked and triumphant, as if he’s just scored the winning hand in a high-stakes game. His arm snakes around your waist, pulling you flush against him with an effortless possessiveness that sends a thrill racing through you. There’s no tension in his hold, only the playful confidence of someone who knows exactly what he has and isn’t afraid to show it. “Look at her!” he shouts, voice cracking with unrestrained joy, loud enough to cut through the pounding music and the din of the crowd.

Heads turn at his declaration, but Eddie doesn’t care. His pride radiates, bold and unapologetic, woven into the way his eyes never leave yours, his expression practically glowing. He beams at you, his smile wide and unguarded, like the thought of you standing here with him is enough to make his entire night. You feel heat rush to your face, the tips of your ears burning under the strobe lights. But there’s no teasing in his gaze, no smugness in his voice—just pure, unfiltered pride. It’s written all over him, in the tilt of his head and the way his fingers splay across your hip, like he’s daring anyone to doubt that you belong here, with him, in this moment.

The music crashes around you, the relentless rhythm pounding like a second heartbeat, shaking the air and rattling your ribs. You tilt your head back, your eyes drawn to Eddie under the chaotic swirl of strobe lights. He looks untouchable, like something out of a dream. His wild curls bounce with every movement, catching flashes of light that dance across his sharp jaw and high cheekbones. The leather jacket clings to his frame, worn and rugged, the perfect complement to the ink that snakes across his forearms, momentarily illuminated by the erratic bursts of light. The way he moves—fluid yet wild, entirely unrestrained—makes it easy to imagine him onstage instead of in the crowd, commanding an audience with nothing but his presence.

But then he looks at you, and it’s like the whole world tilts. The music, the lights, the bodies pressing in around you—it all fades into the background. His dark eyes lock on yours, and they’re soft now, stripped of the playful arrogance he flashes at the crowd. They hold you in place, like an invisible tether drawing you closer, the rest of the world forgotten. His gaze says everything he doesn’t need to put into words: You’re it. You’re the reason I’m here. The reason I’m alive in this moment.

It’s not just pride anymore; it’s devotion, raw and unguarded, that takes your breath away. The pounding music becomes nothing more than a dull thrum, the flashing lights just a faint flicker at the edge of your awareness. He looks at you like you’re the star of the show, like you’re the reason the crowd cheers and the band plays. Every crashing chord, every screaming lyric, every flicker of light—it all feels like it exists for you, because of you.

And for one perfect, electric moment, you believe him. You believe that, in Eddie’s eyes, you are the center of the universe.

[vhstimemachine]

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[okmack-22]

not so bad - eddie munson

not so bad - eddie munson x fem!byers!reader

summary; will asks his sister how she feels about his new friend eddie munson

warnings; none! Italics = flashbacks, lowercase intended

will came out of the school with a huge smile on his face. only one you normally saw when he was with you, jonathan, and your mom. you and your brothers had begged your mom joyce to stay in hawkins for the kids. especially after the shared trauma, you all endured together as a group. you being their co-babysitter with steve and all. she decided that you could stay hoping there would be no more issues with the upside-down and superficial activity.

will walked up to you and jonathan. he was wearing the infamous hellfire club t-shirt. he was introduced to the club after their leader eddie munson saw him, mike, and dustin, sitting in the cafeteria by themselves on the first day of school that year. needless to say, Jonathan wasn't okay with his baby brother being associated with eddie. after hearing all the bad rumors about him.

on the other hand, will was obsessed with his newest idol. and he loved the fact that he could play dnd with him, after all, that's what the club was about. you loved seeing will have new friends and loved hearing about all the stories from hellfire nights. but there were times when will would talk about them and jonathan no matter how supportive he was would say something about not liking eddie.

tonight was about the same, after watching tv with your mom, you had to go back to the school to pick up jonathan who was working on the school paper with nancy, and will was at hellfire. typically hellfire runs slightly later due to the small celebrations of the win or the slight moping of the losses, which wasn't a big deal to you, you had all the time to spare on waiting for your brothers.

will got in the car and immediately started talking about the newest hellfire campaign. you and jonathan making comments here and there about the campaign. you had only known small bits and pieces about the game but loved hearing about it.

"i think the next campaign will be so much fun, eddie's like a pro at being the dungeon master" will smiled

"i don't really like you hanging out with him bud, it's just the things i've heard i don't like" jonathan but-in

"eddie's not like that jonathan, why don't you try and talk to him he's so cool" will said defending eddie with his life.

"i don't know man i just don't like the stuff i've heard." jonathan said back.

"well he's my friend, you like him don't you y/n?" will looked you dead in the eyes through the rearview mirror. you smiled softly.

you looked around, your anxiety starting to slightly rise. it was one of the first times you had lied to your mom and older brother. you told them you were going to hang out with your best friend robin, with her covering for you even giving your mom a call saying that you were going to have a sleepover until monday and that you would be home monday night after your extracurricular activities. but in reality, you were going to see a special someone for those 2 nights.

"guess who?"

out of nowhere ringed hands covered your eyes slightly startling you. but you knew who it was by the voice that followed the action. knowing who it was you smiled and chuckled. the hands moved to your waist and swiftly spun you around.

"hey sweetheart sorry i was late, had a thing to deal with for the band" he smiled at you.

"eds you were only like 5 minutes late it's okay," you sheepishly mumbled.

"i know but you seemed fidgety and you get fidgety when your anxious, and when your anxious i get anxious, and-"

"eddie, baby it's okay i'm not anxious about you being late i was anxious about lying to my mom and jonathan" you fumbled with your fingers looking at your feet guilt washing over you.

eddie put his hand on your chin moving your face upwards and smirked slyly. he leaned down to give you a small peck on your lips and then your nose. you smiled once again not knowing what to do with yourself.

"i think we'll be just fine princess, robin has you covered."

you shook your head, knowing how robin was when she was anxious. a complete and total blabbering mess. but you knew your mom she trusted you with her life, and with that, she didn't give a second thought to you going to robin's for the weekend. only you weren't, you were going to be staying the weekend with eddie. jonathan was the issue, he had questions about where you were going and why you had been hanging out with robin and steve a lot more often than just work. but eddie was here, and that's all that mattered.

"now, let's go get a pizza and watch a movie, what did you get for us this time?" he smiled grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers together.

"it's a surprise" you chirped.

he gasped dramatically and walked you to his van. this time it was silent. but it was a comfortable silence. you loved hanging out with eddie. he never failed to make you comfortable. no relationship you had ever had felt like this.

you two had been in a secret relationship for about 7 months ever since you had ran into him at the grocery store in the middle of the night when you were home alone. he was there to get some snacks and a new lighter. you were there to get snacks and some feminine products because it just so happened to be that time of the month and neither you nor your mom had any. you had accidentally bumped into eddie and he walked you home. you two then meeting up in the woods after school or during lunch. then it went to hanging out at his place and watching movies or listening to music or sometimes just chatting. you had also helped eddie with his homework a few times. after a few weeks, eddie expressed his feelings and you two began your relationship.

eddie opened the door for you and helped you hop into the passenger seat of his van. he then raced around to his side and got in. turning on the van and leaving the park you were at. he drove all the way to the pizza shop, you two going in to get a pepperoni pizza and some hot wings and then leaving.

eddie grabbed your hand and held it the whole drive to his trailer. when he parked in his usual spot he raced around to your side of the van and helped you out. he then led you to the front door where he let you in first.

when you got in you immediately walked over to the couch. eddie following suit after he locked the front door. you had the pizza and wings in hand along with the movie that you had decided on, or should you say movies. you had begged your manager keith to let you take the star wars series, for you and eddie to watch over the weekend and you would bring them back before you went to school on Monday.

"alright princess what movie did you pick for us tonight? gotta start it now or we'll never get to it," eddie smirked making you blush.

"uhm why don't you take a look at them they're in my backpack." you smiled pointing to your backpack.

eddie dramatically flopped onto your lap grabbing your backpack shortly after making you giggle your guts out. he unzipped the backpack and grabbed three vhs cases. looking at the covers he looked up at you. eddies normal smirk turned into a huge puppy grin. He sat up and kissed you all over. pure excitement radiating through his and your bodies.

"babe you had told me you never wanted to watch star wars, are you kidding me!!" he smiled.

"i decided to give it a chance, you know after hearing you and my little brother talk about it so much" you replied, taking in a few more pecks and kisses from eddie.

"i promise you, you'll love it" he smiled.

after giving you a few more loving kisses he got up and popped in star wars a new hope in the VHS player. He sat back down on the end of the couch. leaning over and grabbing you by your waist and pulling you onto him.

you two had finished your pizza and wings, by this time you were almost asleep on eddies lap. your head in the crook of his shoulder. eddie on the other hand was wide awake and so into the movie. you knew it was one of his favorite series. so you were trying so hard to stay awake. but you hadn't even paid attention to the movie, you were more focused on the boy holding you. his smile when it got to his favorite scenes or when he mouthed certain lines. all the while he was tracing patterns on your thigh or stroking your hair.

"baby are you even watching?" eddie whined when he heard you yawn.

"yeah, yeah I'm watching, luke just watched obi wan die, and now luke's running from darth vader. i promise i'm paying attention"  you mumbled into his neck.

"babe if you're tired we can pause for the night and go to sleep," he looked down at you.

"no, it's okay eds let's just finish it," you tried to stifle a yawn.

eddie chuckled and scoot you over and got up. he walked over to the tv and pushed stop on the VHS player. taking the tap out and setting it back into its case. he walked over and picked you up bridal style moving your backpack to the side, ignoring it. he'd pick it up in the morning and put the extra clothes in his drawer when he woke up. you nuzzled into his chest, his small chuckle making your heart flutter.

after kicking his bedroom door open he sat you down on his bed. as he walked over to his dresser to find you a shirt and sweats he kicked off his pants and t-shirt, leaving him in only his boxers. you were already half asleep but still watching his every move. he grabbed an old motley crue shirt and a pair of his old sweats.

knowing you were so fast to falling asleep he helped you stand up. setting the shirt and pants on the bed. he then helped you pull off your skirt and your sweater. he pulled the shirt over your head and you slipped your arms through. then he helped you slide on his old sweatpants over your thighs.

when you were done he let you lay down on his bed. he grabbed the blanket that you loved, it was big, green, and fluffy. he spread it over your body. you almost immediately fell asleep. but you were missing one thing, eddie. he was getting ready for bed but you were a whining mess. your eyes followed him everywhere he went.

"baby, come on just get in bed please" you whined rolling over to lay on his pillow.

"i am, don't you worry my love, i just need to do some things" he smiled at you.

"eddie i can't sleep without you here" you mumbled

"what do you do when I'm not with you then? what about all of those so-called naps that will claims you take?" eddie looked at you.

"what?! nooo, i don't take naps. i only take naps when we cuddle" you said jokingly.

"mhm sure you do" he shook his head.

after a few moments, eddie was finally done doing whatever he was doing. as he finished he walked over and slowly got in his small bed, trying not to disturb you. you immediately noticed his presence and cuddled into him. his smile growing as you nuzzled your face into his barren chest, and your leg snaking over his two. one of his arms wrapped around your waist, the other stroking your hair.

you looked up at eddie, he was just staring down at you. as he always did. you didn't say a word, you just pecked his lips. he then pulled you in for a small yet passionate goodnight kiss.

"goodnight eds i love you" you smiled softly

"goodnight y/n i love you more than you'll ever know" he mumbles into your hair planting a small kiss on your head.

"y/n hey you like eddie right?" will asked once again. snapping you out of your small trance.

your small smile never failed. all you could think of were images of you and eddie in your mind. knowing you couldn't tell will or jonathan about your relationship, without eddie's consent. after all, you weren't the only one in the relationship and you wanted him to be involved in a very important step, which was telling your family.

"he's not so bad"

[eddiemxnsons]

𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐒 — 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

— 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: eddie is determined to play her the new metallica song, even if he does get distracted by the most menial things about her

— 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: eddie munson x female!reader (established relationship)

— 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing, sexual innuendos

And then there she was, potentially an equally amusing sight, cheeks rosy from the brace of the early spring evening air as she had rode her bike against it for the ten miles between Eddie’s trailer and her home. Her h/c hair was wind-tousled, tongue poking out of the curve of her lip in an inconspicuous endeavor to settle her elevated heart rate; sure, she was a decently active individual, having been at track practice for the entirety of that Saturday, and the adrenaline of Eddie screaming over the phone that he had 9-1-1 had encouraged her fierce pedaling the string of ten miles, but now that epinephrine was wading into a dull ache throughout her limbs as she stood there.

Yet, the earnest glint in his broad doe eyes made her sideline whatever listless anchor yanked at her extremities. She’d be a bitch to ruin it with her grouses about his misuse of their 9-1-1 code.

“I’ve been analyzing it, note for note, lyric for lyric, like a damn psychopath — all day,” he ventured further into the ramble, round cheeks flamed red as the flannel that was haphazardly knotted around his waist, and over a wrinkled pair of gray sweatpants. A look her mind would’ve gone astray with if she hadn’t minded her priorities at that moment.

Eddie then padded quickly over to his guitar, the instrument residing amidst the folds of disordered sheets as he had placed it aside when she had entered his room fifteen minutes prior. In a fluid movement, he was propped on the cushioned edge of the twin mattress, red and black hued guitar straddled on the subtle bounce of his legs, the curve of his rings flashing with the luster of his desk lamp as he patted the spot alongside him for her.

The cotton of his Hellfire shirt wandered across the wool of her sweater as she settled beside him, their shoulders resting comfortably against one another.

His calloused fingers then poised themselves on the arrangement of strings, deliberate and meticulous in accordance with the notes that he had scrawled in a composition notebook that was tucked beneath his right thigh.

A,E,A,E,G,E,F,E — four times. Riff ‘A’ is next.

The remainder of slapdash notes were obscured by the crease of his sweatpants, only in visibility to his peripheral and not to her own as she angled her head against his shoulder, his dainty wisps of his brown ringlets moving freely across her forehead. One of her palms shifted to his tousle of shadowy brown hair, tugging lightly at the frayed ends, noting how his earnestness stuttered fleetingly within his chest.

He tutted then, a smirk replacing his subtle pout of concentration. “Comfortable, sweetheart?”

Y/N briefly shook her head to get his hair away from the cusp of her eyelashes before pivoting her chin on the round of his shoulder to peer up at him, “You talking to me or the guitar? Be honest.”

Eddie’s bold, umber eyes fluidly met her own, almost amused.

“I dunno…she doesn’t quite give me as much backtalk as you do,” he chided with a curl of a smirk, only for her to scuff the rear of his head with the heel of her palm to silence his insolence- more or less attesting to his point.

“Ow! You said to be honest - and what sort of healthy relationship would this be without pure and unadulterated honesty?” his bottom lip dipped into a faint frown, angling his head to the side vaguely.

She rolled her eyes, though the slight chuckle that spurted from her lips deceived the gesture, “Eds, ‘pure’ and ‘unadulterated’ are the same thing.”

With the assurance that his guitar was fairly placed between his legs, he ventured a hand towards the contour of her thigh, a spring in his fingers as they drummed against the muscle. He groaned slightly, “Jesus, you got a thesaurus in your back pocket or something? Spare me and do remember that I didn’t actually pass English class.”

A dense proximity was between them now, a certain sensory overload for both, him facing her with his eyes sparkling with mischief.

And the rather cadenced dance of his fingers over the washed denim of her pants was enough to make her somewhat dizzy, a content sigh bobbing in a lump within her throat, one that her response wriggled past — scarcely.

“So…was this 9-1-1 about the song or something else?” she chided, aware when his pupils dilated after a drawn moment of silence.

The fleeting mention of the Metallica record, one that still breezed dimly out of his player on his shelf, was enough to burst some recollection beneath his gaze, a glint of ‘oh, yeah’. The song had evidently seeped within an esoteric crack in his mind within moments.

“You’re so easily distracted,” Y/N hummed, placing her palm on his cheek, her thumb discreetly skimming the faint line of exhaustion beneath his eye.

“It’s your fault,” he partially whined, only after sparing a cursory kiss to the ridge of the pulse point on her wrist.

“Yeah, I’m totally alluring in my sweater and Mom jeans,” she mused, patting his cheek teasingly before idly placing her hands within the depth of her lap.

Eddie clicked his tongue behind his teeth - a rather teasing sound when paired with the subtle smirk playing on his lips, and he begrudgingly poised his hands on the Warlock propped in his own lap, “You got me at Mom jeans, baby.”

The gold of the desk’s lamp fluttered across her delicate features as he cast an earnest sidelong glimpse towards her, the light nearly playful amidst the sheen of rouge that sunk in her cheeks as she elbowed him fondly, “Just play the song, horndog.”

A theatrical exhale huffed out from the gaunt space offered by the bow of his smirk, which wilted into a melodramatic frown, “So bossy.”

He plucked his revered guitar pick from the oak rim of his nightstand, the spherical plastic piece fixed between his teeth, poking out at the corner of his mouth as he wriggled out the notebook from beneath him.

“Now,” Eddie started, voice vaguely tossed with a strain in his endeavor to steady the pick whilst his right hand ransacked his sheets for his discarded pencil, “I will play this song…only if I’m promised an encore.”

A flippant wink emphasized the innuendo that strung beneath his words, and a swift warmth of fluster extended its tendrils up her neck.

“I am giving you a free and personal show, after all,” he pleaded his desires further, releasing the pick from between the grit of his teeth, teasing it over the thin strings, “My generosity is conditional, you know.”

“You’re ridiculously relentless,” Y/N laughed dryly, easing off his mattress in a fluid movement, a proper distance being settled as she shuffled backwards. Her hands then subside to the slant of her hips, assured that he was observing as her fingers tinkered with the denim fringe of her pants. She then nodded as if to spur him to play with a rather evident beckoning of a challenge in her stare, “Go on.” She knew exactly what she was doing.

His euphoric brain was an electrical storm, lightning striking with tidal waves of desire, adoration, and longing amidst his neurons and the psychological influence of his early afternoon dabbling of Purple Kush. All at how the hem of her periwinkle sweater was scrunched with a flashed reveal of her hip bone. How she stared at him with fire and gold in her eyes.

He was whipped.

And therefore the Metallica song exhausted within the obscurities of a mind entirely keen on the girl standing in his room.

“Fuck it,” he murmured, discreet in his forgoing of his Warlock to a residence within disheveled sheets, yet earnest in his curt strides towards her, nearly tripping in his haste.

Her mouth drew apart to challenge him, yet it was a cumbersome gesture as his own mouth came onto hers, stifling every ounce of stubbornness to a harboring on her tongue. The hairs on the nape of her neck shocked straight with the flashes of content brilliant in her mind as she nudged him in the vicinity of his mattress once more with hands at his clavicle.

By some fortune, their lopsided steps eluded the sundry items askew across the plush of the bedroom’s carpet, the rear curve of his knees nearly buckling against the margin of the bed. Yet, it was ultimately her that was plunked onto it as he had promptly spun her about at the hips, a subdued oomph ambling from her lips from the ardent encouragement onto the mattress. She had ultimately been forsaken by him to be a broad-eyed, breathless disaster in the humbleness of moonlight that dribbled through his shades as she barely resolved herself on the edge of the cushion.

“No personal show?” Y/N exhaled, voice far more labored than she anticipated it to be.

“I decided to skip to the encore,” he shrugged, his eyes - copper against honey in the moonlight - greeting his old companion of mischief as he eased himself into a hover over her, arms caging her in, “I gotta keep practicing anyway. Can’t go humiliating myself.”

Her fingers decisively strode up his clothed navel, his breath falling with a stutter as all he could fixate on was the sensation of her fingers as they flexed and trailed over his Hellfire shirt.

“I dunno - I think your ego could use a little humbling,” she murmured with a teasing tilt of her head, fingertip meticulously tracing the contour of the devil embellished on the white fabric.

His own fingertip fiddled with the wool fringe of her sweater and at the amiss strands that dangled from their stitches, “There’s no better time than the present, sweetheart.”

[eddieshellfxre]

Study Date

Eddie Munson x fem reader

word count: 2k

summary: Eddie notices the way you look at him and suggests to Ms. O’Donalls you give him some private tutoring

warnings: 18+ fingering, oral sex, swearing, unprotected sex

second time im posting, hope you like it and i hope it brings you some joy…. we all need it after this seasons’s finale

“Mr. Munson you might want to write this down if you wanna pass my class” Ms. O’Donalls says while tapping on the board “Or do you want to continue here for the rest of your life? Im sure long-time senior wont look good on your CV”

Eddie chuckles and taps on your shoulder “hey… do you have a pen i can borrow?” you turn around and meet his sweet brown eyes. You’ve always found Eddie quite attractive but you were totally in diferente high school hierarchies! “pretty please sweetheart” he tilts his head with a smile in hopes flattery works on you. You roll your eyes and hand him a piece of paper and a pen

“You really need to start caring more about school Munson” you turn your back to him continuing writing what Ms. O’Donalls was writting on the board.

Eddie raises his hand to talk, and everybody turns to look at him, except you because you knew some tragic shit was gonna come out. Ms. O’Donalls gives Eddie permission to speak “Maybe y/n could give me some tutoring for extra help, dont you think?” you stop what you’re doing and look up, quite in shock as to why was he saying this.

what the actual fuck Munson

“i think thats a marvelous idea. y/n is one of our best students, dont you dare take her to the dark side” she says pointing her pen in his direction.

Eddie is offended by this, putting his hand to his chest and gasping “Ms. O’Donalls…. i could never. im offended you would think this of me” he smiles and turns to you “so….. 7 sounds good princess?” the smirk on his face does make you feel some type of way but you dont let it show

“sure whatever, dont be late Munson” you say frowning pointing at him

***

Its 7pm and still no sign of Eddie. This was his idea, why isnt he here already? He really cant be trusted.

You pace around in your room, everything layed down on the bed, books, cards, papers, pens of all different colors. You could just tell he wasn’t gonna bring anything and it would all be up to you. You suddently hear the doorbell ring downstairs and go open the door. When you do, Eddie greets you with a smile splattered across his face

“well hello beautiful” he looks you up and down as he admires your legs in the shorts you were wearing “you expect me to concentrate on studying when you look like that?” he asks coming in closer to you.

“keep it in your pants Munson, we’re here to study, dont get your hopes up….. or nothing else for that matter! lets go” you grab him by the arm and guide him to your room. open the door and tell him to sit on the bed “so….” you start, you dont know why but having Eddie Munson sitting on your bed makes you feel nervous, the way he just gets comfortable really easy and just lays on your pillow with his hands behind his head for support, his hellfire shirt slightly risen up showing the lower part of his belly, the elastic from his briefs peaking from his jeans. “is there anything you’re having more difficulty in?” you exhale out, trying your best not to look nervous. You look down at your books, flipping through the pages

Eddie smiles and sits up, back leaning on your headboard “yes there actually is” you tilt your head slightly up to look at him, watch him as he moves closer to you “im having a lot of difficulty not ripping those shorts off you right now and do all the things you secretly want me to do to you!” he leans in closer to your neck, his breath on you gives you chills, you close your eyes and tilt your head giving him more access - what am i doing right now? this cant be happening! - “you really think i dont notice the way you look at me?” his hand moving from your neck to your chest “you make everyone think youre such a good girl but you want me dont you sweetheart?” he asks leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, his hand massaging your breasts gently. you’re not wearing a bra so you’re much more sensitive, Eddie notices and smiles “oh youre making this much easier for me…. and quite hard too” he laughs looking down on his jeans. You can just tell how big he his by the size of his bulge. You’re chest is rising up and down and feel your heart at the throat!

Hes not lying, even though you were completely different people you couldnt help but to sometimes think of all the things you’d do to him. You wanna tell him how much you want him but cant help but feel defenseless. Hes well aware of the power he has over you right now, snap of his fingers and you’re his without even thinking

Eddie throws all the books on the floor and pushes you onto the bed, he hovers over you, his hair falling on you as he kisses you. You went to touch him but he pins your hands above you with his, his rings marking your wrists as he holds you in place, his hand trailed down your body slowly, teasing you more and more. His hands meet the waistband of your shorts and he looks up at you. You close your eyes and go numb

“look at me! i want you to see me go down on you” he places kisses and the bottom of your belly, leaving little marks, spreading your legs wide, you support yourself on your arms and lock eyes with him “good girl” he says as he rips your shorts off throwing then across the room. his breath close to you, he kisses your pussy through your underwear and its driving you insane “god youre so wet. this all for me princess?”

“Eddie— i want!! please” a moan slips from your lips as you grind your hips slowly “i want you, i want you so bad” you beg embarrassed by how pathetic you must look

He moves your underwear to the side placing his tongue at your entrance and moving it up your slit meeting your clit. You throw your head back in pleasure. already feeling your knees go weak at his touch. He locks his mouth on your clit swirling his tongue in circles while his inserting two fingers in you, you can feel the coldness of his rings against your hot pussy driving you crazy. Curling on his fingers hitting just the right spot as he plays with your clit in his mouth. He’s so good at this, no one has ever treat you like this, make you feel this way. You bite your bottom lip, trying hard not to let a moan slip through, but it feels so good its hard, you cant help but moan in pleasure

“dont hold them back baby” his voice echoes through you, vibrating against you “i wanna hear you” he keeps inserting his fingers in and out of you.

“my—parents are down stairs Eddie” you say quietly. Eddie doesnt care, his sucking on your clit making you moan even louder “Eddie, im— im coming, dont stop dont stop” he can feel you clench around his fingers, your legs starting to close. He holds them appart with both hands and continues to play with your clit with his tongue. Seconds later you reach your orgasm making you fall down onto your bed. Eddie cleans you up and goes to kiss you, you can taste yourself in his mouth and think its the hottest thing in the world. His bulge creating friction as he moves his hips agaisnt your sensitive spot. “let me taste you Ed” Eddie’s attention snaps out, he was caught off guard by your words, you lock your hand on his belt and pull him closer to you.

“maybe youre not as much of a good girl as i thought you were sweetheart” he says followed his a laugh, his little pet-names that he calls you give you chills through your body “do whatever you want to me im yours” he smiles and you feel like you could melt. he lays down and you sit on him with your legs resting on each side of his thighs. your hand tangled in his hair as you kiss him pulling it ever so slightly. Eddie thrusting his hips up at your touch. you pull his shirt over his head revealing his tattoos, you take a moment to appreciate how beautiful he is right now

You trail your fingers down his skin gently as you make your way down to his ripped jeans, undoing his handcuff belt. He moves his hips up helping you lowering his jeans. His dick springs out and your mouth waters at the sight of it, how big it was.

“like what you see dontcha?” Eddie says while bitting his bottom lip as he watches you take him in your mouth. A moan escaping from his lips as soon as he feels your mouth around him pleasuring him. You try to take all of him but hes too big, his cock touching the back of your throat gagging you, but you can tell he likes it by the way hes thrusting himself in your mouth. You place your hand on his dick and move it the same direction as your mouth, bringing his hand doen to your head guiding you pulling on your hair “fuck— if you keep going like that, i-i cant hold it! just fuck me already” you stop sucking him off and scooch closer to him and lick his lips while you look at him. You position yourself on top of him and raise your hips, he lines himself to tour entrance and you lower yourself onto him, hes so big that the feeling of the stretching draws a loud moan your lips. He watches you as you head falls in pleasure as you feel all of him in you, you place your hands on his chest supporting you to steady yourself

“fuck youre so big Munson” you moan under your breath. you’re close again but dont want it to stop “you feel so good”

“you do me real well baby, so well! fuck— you look so beautiful right now” your legs are getting weak, Eddie notices and starts thrusting his hips up helping you as you both reach close to climax “tell me youre on birth control, because i really dont wanna pull out of you! This pussy is way too good” he says grabbing onto your hips so hard you could could tell it was gonna leave a mark. you nod your head yes, you cant wrap your head around to say any words. Eddie places his thumb on your swollen clit, rubbing it around helping you reach your climax, as he feels you tighten around him he too reaches his. You can feel him release himself into you, a sensation like no other. You collapse on his chest, trying to catch your breath. he grabs your face and pulls you into a kiss so intense it knocks the air out of you again, teeth and tongue clashing against each other. Eddie smiles agaisnt your lips “totally not gonna pass this class if this is what your tutoring looks like”

You laugh and hit him on his chest “and who’s to blame” you say moving his hair from his face

“You sweetheart, with all the looks and lip bitting that you do at school. i’ve wondered for some time what would be like to fuck the hell of you” his hands grabbing onto your ass gripping it tightly “i could just tell you wanted to be fucked by the freak of hawkins high”

“Fuck Eddie you really leave me speechless……. i never saw you as a freak Eddie, i never agreed with thag title” you tell him in a serious tone “but— now that you do know what its like what do you-“ he cuts you off pulling you closer to him, he smiles and looks straight into your eyes

“Theres no grade adequate enough for what we just did baby” he whispers kissing you after.

[inviswounds]

Separated Hearts (In My Heart Pt.2)

WARNINGS: S4 SPOILERS, arguing, eating disorder, mention of the devil, food, mention of alleyways (warning just in case), fluff, angst. 

SUMMARY: It's been a year since everything happened with Vecna and Eddie was forced to flee from Hawkins. 

A/N: Part two of 'In My Heart' Requested by people on Tumblr :)

CHARACTERS: Eddie Munson

–> –> -> Read PART ONE here! <- <- <-

Your POV:

As spring came around once more, the days began to get a little warmer and the flowers began to bloom in time for their season. It had been a year since you had graduated and a year since Eddie hadn’t. So, whilst everyone was feeling better and more relaxed as spring threw itself across Hawkins, you were reminded of the worst time in your life. 

The day Eddie left was brutal and cold. He hadn’t quite found the courage to say goodbye, so he left while you slept; only leaving a note and his guitar pick necklace. You knew why he had to leave, you just hated it. It was unfair. No one deserved this, especially not Eddie Munson. 

Over the next year, you were berated by the town at any mention of Eddie. Everyone knew who you were. Eddie Munson’s girlfriend. You were probably just as evil as him, they thought. If he worshipped the devil, then you probably did too. He had roped you into his evil Satan-worshipping cult, and you were going to be the next serial killer to strike the small town of Hawkins, Indiana. 

You and your friends knew that none of it was true. Eddie wasn’t a murderer and Hellfire wasn’t a cult. But you could never explain that to the town. I mean, who would believe you? 

To say you hadn’t thought about running away and going to find Eddie, would be a lie. But you knew you couldn’t leave your family, especially not with the thought of Vecna coming back. You sometimes imagine what Eddie would say if he found out that they hadn’t actually defeated Vecna. The real killer who had murdered those innocent students was still on the loose while Eddie was on the run. 

Another long shift at the diner wasn’t what you wanted to be doing right now, but it was good at distracting you. The thought of spring and every flower and ray of sunshine that came with it was agonising. It reminded you of him and you hated it. After graduation, you couldn’t handle college and decided to get a job at the local diner. 

You slowly untied the knot that held your apron onto your dress and tore the white fabric from your body with an exhausted sigh. You hung it on its hook before pushing through the doors to the staff bathroom. You washed your hands and fixed your messy hair as best you could, before exiting toward the back entrance of the diner. 

The door shut itself behind you once you left. You’d usually flinch at the sound of it closing, but now you’d grown used to it. The dark alleyway did nothing to lighten up your mood, in fact, it only made the scene more depressing. You walked down the alleyway, taking your usual route and letting the moonlight guide you out towards your car. Before you could reach the brightness coming from the lamp posts on the street, the sound of shuffling and rumbling from behind the dumpsters startled you. You froze, unsure if your mind was playing tricks on you or not. 

Once again, the shuffling of trash bags and movement made your throat grow dry. You desperately wanted to believe it was only a rat, but somehow, that only made it scarier. You took a deep breath, forcing all of the fear out with the air, and slowly continued walking down the alleyway. 

The dumpster was further down, meaning you had to walk past it to get out of the alley. As you got closer and closer to the large bin and the smaller trash bags that crowded around it, your pace began to speed up, trying to get past it quickly. You reached the dumpster, forcing your legs to move quicker. Before you could get too far, a cold hand gripped at your wrist, pulling you backwards. 

You squealed, shutting your eyes tight as you felt your back collide with the wall. You jerked your head to the side, scrunching your face up to get it away from whatever was holding you down. You held your breath, waiting for the moment something would strike you. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, it’s me,” A voice whispered. Your body was so caught in fear, that your ears couldn’t make out what the person was saying. Your lips parted as you let out a shakey breath, tears pricking at your eyes. 

“P–Please, don’t– don’t hurt me!” You shuddered, still not able to open your eyes. Your body trembled against the person, 

“Hey, look, look at me,” The voice said. As the voice became clearer, you began to recognise it. It was familiar. “Open your eyes, it’s just me.” You blinked rapidly, turning your face slowly as your eyes tried to focus on the person’s face. “It’s me, it’s me.” They said. The tears that welled in your eyes held themselves steady but your lips began to tremble and your head shook back and forth. You mumbled small whispers in disbelief as you scanned the person’s face, convinced that you were hallucinating. 

“Eddie?” You choked out, a tear falling down your cheek. 

“Yeah it’s me, baby, it’s me.” He whispered, lifting his hand to cup your face gently. You stared at him, confusion lingering across your face. His lips trembled as he stared back at you, his eyes glancing over every inch of your face; every inch he had missed so badly. 

“I don’t–” You started, not able to get any words out. 

“It’s okay, I’m here,” 

“You’re here.” You sighed, almost like a sigh of relief. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into him as tears rolled down your face.

“I’m here, baby, I’m here,” He added, choking back his tears. He pressed his lips against the top of your head, kissing it gently as he held you. You cried into his chest, holding your arms firmly around his waist and not wanting to let go. You didn’t think you’d ever let go. Not until you felt his hands grab yours and unwrap them from his body.

“Baby, we have to go, we can’t stay here.” He said, glancing around the alleyway. You looked up at him, gripping his hand tightly. “Come on, let’s get out of here.” He pulled you away from the wall, heading toward the exit of the alley. He stopped, looking around to see if anyone was near, before dragging you out toward your car. He took you to the passenger side, forcing you in quickly. He dug his hand through your jean pocket, trying to find the keys to your car before heading to the driver’s side. 

“Wait, Eddie, I–” You tried to protest, turning to face him.

“You’re not driving right now.” He said, reaching over you to grab your seatbelt and securing it into its lock. “You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.” To be fair, you kind of had. Eddie was a ghost. Or at least, it felt that way. He had been gone for about a year now. After he had begged you not to go after him, suddenly he was outside of where you worked, waiting for you. 

Eddie reversed the car out of its park and began driving down the street. You sat looking forward, your lips parted and your eyebrows furrowed, as you tried to grasp the concept of his presence. His eyes glanced between you and the road as he drove.

“You good there?” He asked. He turned his head to get a better look at your face. “Hey, you still with me?” He gently placed his hand on your thigh, giving it a light squeeze and waking you from your trance. 

“I don’t understand,” You spoke softly, turning to scan his face. You were still unsure if it was him or not; still unsure if this was all some incredibly realistic hallucination that only proved you were going crazy. 

“I know, I know, look,” He started, placing his hand back onto the steering wheel. “I was on the run and I missed you, and–”

“You’re here because you missed me?” You shot back, raising your eyebrows in disbelief. “Eddie, someone could’ve seen you!”

“I know, I know,” He continued, pulling the car into your parent’s driveway. You turned to look toward the house.

“I don’t live here anymore, Eddie.” You said, resting your head back against the headrest with a sigh. 

“You moved?” 

“After graduation, I took my college fund and got a small place by the trailer park.” 

“Wait, what? Your college fund?” He repeated, glancing between you and the road once more as he pulled away from the driveway and back onto the street. “Why aren’t you in college?” 

“You think I could just go off to college after what happened?”

“Well yeah, Y/N, that was the plan.” Eddie argued, his voice getting louder and more annoyed. 

“I don’t care about the plan! The plan was to go to college with you!” You shouted, lifting your head and turning it towards Eddie.

“We both know that was never going to happen!” He yelled back.

“Oh, please!” You sneered, “It could’ve happened if you didn’t run!” With your words, Eddie lifted his hands from the steering wheel and slammed them back down, making you jump. 

“Do not go there. Don’t you fucking dare go there.” He warned, his voice getting quieter yet firmer. “You know why I had to leave, so don’t you dare fucking go there.”

“You could’ve let me come with you.” You added. Eddie scoffed and shook his head, keeping his eyes focused on the road. As the car headed through Hawkins, making its way toward the trailer park, a mutual feeling lingered throughout the car. You and Eddie were angry. Angry at the town, the people, and at each other. 

Once you were closer to the trailer park and your tiny house came into view, you leaned forward in your seat and pointed toward it. “It’s that one.” You said, turning to look at him. His eyes didn’t move; he couldn’t look at you right now. 

He pulled over and turned the car off, still avoiding your eyes. The two of you sat in uncomfortable silence; the only sound being both of your breaths growing slower as you calmed yourselves down. You shook your head slowly before throwing your head back against the headrest. 

Eddie’s head turned at the sound of your quiet sniffles and soft cries, but he couldn’t find the courage to say something. You couldn’t help but let the tears roll down your cheeks, biting your lip to stop yourself from sobbing loudly. But with every emotion racing through your body, you knew it wouldn’t be long before your teeth gave up and your trembling lip escaped its capturer. 

You were confused, hurt and angry. Your mind couldn’t process the amount of emotions that coursed through your body, so it forced all the built-up emotion out through your eyes and down your face. You were exhausted. Your body was exhausted. Your mind was exhausted.

Your desperate attempts to hold it all in began to turn into broken sobs, forcing you to cover your face with your hands in one last attempt to save yourself from the embarrassment of crying in front of him. But it wasn’t embarrassing. Not at all.

He gently pulled at your wrists, uncovering your face and forcing you to look at him. The hazed glow that came through the window from the lamp post outside, brightened the car just enough for him to see your puffy eyelids and darkened under eyes. He stared sympathetically at you for a moment. He had forgotten how this must have been for you. Of course, being forced to flee the town you’ve lived in since forever and being on the run for murder was bad, but it still would’ve been hard for the people who loved you. 

Without saying a word, he pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around your body and holding you tightly against his chest as you sobbed. He couldn’t help but let his tears fall from where they held themselves in his eyes as he gently rested his chin on the top of your head. 

The two of you stayed like that for a while, crying with each other, neither saying a word. You wanted to hold him and kiss him and never let go, but the other part of you wanted to yell and scream at him for leaving you like he did. But you didn’t really want to yell and scream at him. You wanted to yell at the town and at the world. You wanted to know who was responsible for choosing this path for you; who was responsible for letting you fall in love with a boy just to have him be ripped away from you. Whoever's fault it was – and it certainly could never be yours – you hated them. Or at least, you wanted to hate them. But if you were being honest, which is something you rarely found yourself being nowadays, you loved them. You were so grateful to even be a small part in Eddie’s life and even more grateful that he was a small part of yours. But Eddie Munson wasn’t a ‘small part’ in your life, he was your life.

Another moment passed before either of you could pull away, and you were the first to let go. You gently pulled back, signalling to Eddie that you wanted to pull away. He slowly unwrapped his arms, allowing you to pull yourself back to your original position in your seat. You sighed and lifted your hands to your face to wipe your eyes before taking a deep breath.

“I’m sorry.” He said softly. Your eyelashes flickered for a moment as you regained your composure before you turned to face him. 

“Eddie, you don’t–” You tried, tilting your head at him.

“No, I do, I’m sorry.” 

“You don’t have to be sorry, Eddie, I get it.” You reassured, lifting your hand to tuck the hair out of his face. Your hand slowly grazed against his cheek on its way back. He grabbed it with his hand and entwined your fingers.

“Y/N, I’m sorry for not saying goodbye,” He continued, gently pressing his other hand against your knee. “I’m sorry for getting wrapped up in all of this bullshit.”

“I don’t think you knew Chrissy Cunningham was going to get possessed and killed in your trailer when you invited her over.” You giggled, wiping a tear from your eye. 

“No, no, I uh– I didn’t know that was going to happen.” He responded, his lips curling into a smile at the sight of yours doing the same. “I invited her back to my trailer cause’ she wanted drugs, by the way.”

“I know, Eddie, I know.” You said, rolling your eyes playfully.

“Good, good. I just– you know,” He added, glancing around the car before looking down, “–didn’t want you thinking she was there for anything else.”

“Come on, babe, it’s Chrissy Cunningham.”

His head shot up. “What? What's that supposed to mean?”

“You know..” Your voice trailed as your eyebrows raised, signalling what you meant. 

“You don’t think I could pull Chrissy Cunningham?” Eddie gasped, jumping up to twist in his seat to look at you better. You shook your head, trying to hold in your laugh. His mouth dropped and his brows furrowed. “Shut up!” He joked, pushing at your shoulder slightly. Eddie’s smile only grew as you smacked your hand over your mouth, leaning forward slightly as you burst into laughter.

Coming back to Hawkins was risky, sure, but it was all worth it for that laugh. 

The two of you laughed in your car for a little longer, before making your way inside to laugh some more. It was weird. You had never in a million years imagined you’d be unlocking the door to your house with your boyfriend standing behind you waiting. You’d never imagined you’d get to sit in the passenger seat of your own car whilst your boyfriend drove you around like he always used to do. But here you were, with the one person you were sure you’d never see again. 

“You hungry?” You asked as you pushed the door open, sliding off your shoes by the door and heading toward the kitchen. 

“Starving.” He replied, hurrying after you while his eyes glanced around at your house. “Nice place.”

“Thanks. It’s small and gets lonely sometimes, but I like it here by myself.” You said, pulling out two plates from the cupboard. You noticed him standing awkwardly. “Go sit on the couch, Eds, I’ll heat up left-over pizza.”

He smiled at you before heading over to your couch and collapsing on top of it with a sigh. A moment of silence passed as you took the pizza from the fridge. Eddie looked around the room, searching for something to say.

“So, you got a new boyfriend?” He asked, looking at you.

“Yeah, Eddie, totally,” You replied sarcastically, failing to hold back a smile.

“Pff, yeah, me too.” He joked.

“Oh yeah? New boyfriend?”

“Shut up! That’s not what I meant.” He argued, turning to face you in the kitchen. You pulled the pizza from the microwave and placed two slices onto each plate before bringing it over to Eddie on the couch. He mumbled a thank you before quickly shoving it into his mouth. You sat beside him on the couch, crossing your legs underneath you and placing the plate on your lap. You stared down at the pizza – an uneasy feeling growing in your stomach.

Eddie looked at you and raised a brow, “You good?” He asked.

“Mhm,” You nodded, forcing a smile onto your face. Eddie dropped the pizza from his hand. 

“You don’t seem good, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, Eddie, it’s just–” You reassured, but you both knew you were lying. “I’ve just had a hard time eating since you left, you know?” 

“Oh.”

“It’s not a big deal, really, I’m fine.”

“No, it is a big deal, Y/N.” He replied, placing his plate of food onto the coffee table and moving closer to you. “Is there anything I can do to help?” He asked.

“No, no, it’s fine. I’ve been working on it, I promise.” 

“Good.” He added, picking up his plate. He lifted a piece of pizza to his mouth and took a bite before turning to you and raising his eyebrows. “Eat, come on.” He nodded towards the plate of food in your lap. You rolled your eyes playfully before picking up the piece of pizza and taking a small bite. 

Eddie began explaining everything that happened while he’d been out of Hawkins and in return, you told him everything that happened in the town. You mentioned Steve Harrington, and how he confessed his love for Nancy Wheeler once more, only to be shut down again. You told him about Robin and Vickie, and all about a new guy called Argyle from California. 

Eddie told you how he’d lived off of beans for a while and how a random guy at a gas station almost recognised him as the satanic killer from Hawkins. Another thing he mentioned, was that he’d somehow managed to get out of Indiana and make it all the way to Pennsylvania. His uncle had a friend who lived there and gave him a place to stay. He managed to get in contact with his uncle, who had now moved to Pennsylvania to be near him. 

“So you’re staying in Pennsylvania?” You asked, biting your lip to stop it from trembling at the thought of him being so far. 

“Uh– yeah, I got a job and–” He paused, taking in a deep breath as he leaned forward. “I got a house, Y/N, my own house.” 

“No way!” You giggled, patting your hand gently on his shoulder. 

“It’s smaller than this but it’s not a trailer, so, it’s perfect.” He added, letting out a small laugh as he looked down. He shut his eyes, almost as if he was preparing himself for something, before turning toward you. “Come with me.” He said, softly.

Your mouth fell as you stared back at him, unsure of what to say. Your eyes glanced between the two of his rapidly as you searched for the right words. 

He gently placed his hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb over your skin gently “Please,” He begged. “Please come with me, baby.” 

“Eddie–”

“I’m making money, sweetheart, I swear!” 

“Eddie, I–”

“Please, just– Just think about it.” He interrupted. A few moments of silence passed as you stared at him. His eyes searched your face desperately, begging for you to say something.

You gulped. “I thought you didn’t want me to go with you.” You spoke, furrowing your eyebrows slightly.

“I didn’t! And I know this is so selfish but– I need you.” He replied, his voice sounding more panicked; like it had only just hit him that you might say no. “I need you, love, I do.” He grabbed your hands and held them with his, “Come with me to Pennsylvania and I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted.” You looked down. “I can give you everything, I promise, baby.” He continued. His words rang through your ears and around your mind for what felt like an eternity. They were exactly what you wanted to hear. 

“Yes.” You finally answered, lifting your eyes to meet his.

“What?”

“Yes, Eddie, I’ll go with you.”

His chest heaved as he looked at you, taking in your words, before pulling you into a hug. He held you tightly – afraid that if he gave you room to speak, you might change your mind and say no. You pulled away from his chest and leaned towards his lips, pressing them against yours. He lifted his hands to cup your cheeks, deepening the kiss. Your arms reached around his neck as your mouths entwined and you pulled him closer to you. He broke the kiss through a smile as he pulled away to look at you. 

“I love you.” He cooed, kissing your lips gently once more. You bit your lip as you failed to hold back a smile. 

“I love you more.” You replied, your eyes flickering between his eyes and his mouth. 

He clicked his tongue and shook his head, “That’s impossible.”

[guttergirlcore]

Dating eddie munson would include him being hyper-protective and very vigilant about your needs/safety. God I love this man 💖

[fakescenarios-tohelpyousleep]

Currently working on some Stranger Things stories... very excited. Ones about Steve and the other is Eddie. Tumblr has been rotting my brain with eddie munson fanfiction and I have to hop on the train. 

[okmack-22]

celeb crush - eddie munson

 celeb crush - eddie x fem!reader

warnings: foul language

nikki sixx.

you had a huge crush on nikki sixx. and your boyfriend knew. and one of his favorite things was to mess with you about it, whether at home, in public, any time anywhere. this little shit would bring up your adoration for the beloved motley crue bassist.

"baby, eddie, oh my fucking god, motley crue is going on tour" you screamed at him.

beyond excited you ran to him and jumped on his couch. earning a few pinches of springs popping. not that you minded to much. eddie shook his head and chuckled. his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

"yes bugs, i know they are. you only wanna go to check the sixxter out," he joked.

"you know, i actually appreciate their music and like listening to it," you rolled your eyes back at him.

"are you sure?" he asked.

you scoffed, leaning your body into his. his arm going over your shoulder and grabbing at your hand. your fingers intertwining. the warmth of his calloused hands touching your body sent butterflies to your stomach.

"you think nikki would actually find me attractive?" you asked a glimmer of hope in your pretty little fangirl eyes.

the smirk on eddies lips never faltered. his eyes moving down to meet yours. he fully believed that if you were ever near California you'd fully become a groupie and have all the men in bands wrapped around your finger. he believed this because he had seen it before. with him. not entirely true, you had always been his number one girl, but you had the rest of his band wrapped around your finger. so tightly wrapped.

"i think, he'd fall in love" he stated.

you shook your head. the insecurities sitting in. you could never pull a guy like nikki sixx, at least that's what you told yourself. you hated how you looked, especially when thinking about stuff like that. half the time you wonder how you even got to pull a guy like eddie. you really hated how you felt. your demeanor changed slightly, a small defeated sigh coming out from between your lips.

eddie never took his eyes off of you, he saw how your face scrunched up. he knew what was happening. he knew what you were going to say. you said it each time. every time he teased you about it. him telling you that you'd be the hottest groupie out there and nikki sixx would fall to his knees in a heartbeat.

"what? you afraid the great and powerful sixx won't fuck you right on the spot if given the chance?" he asked.

he was teasing you of course, but he just wanted to make you smile. you weren't smiling, nor blushing. nothing actually. your eyes were shut, you didn't believe him. not one bit. you hated the feeling, you should have been confident in yourself, the way he was confident in you.

you shook your head. eddie not having it. he knew in his heart of hearts, you would get a riot out of the guys in motley crue. maybe even mick mars, who was a bit of a grumpy old man. nonetheless, he was a rocker and knew his way around a woman.

eddie sat there still looking at you. thinking long and hard about how to possibly make you feel confident in yourself. the only thing that came to mind would be you caress your body and tell you how amazing and hot you are. but you didn't want that right now and he could tell. the grip on your hand tightened. he leaned down and pecked a kiss on your lips.

you smiled lightly. you were a lucky girl. you wouldn't give eddie up for the world. he was you,r soul mate. not even nikki sixx could take him away from you. he was your rock. anytime you felt like this he knew how you felt and could help you out of it. he hated seeing his girl feel like she wasn't cool and smoking hot.

eddie wasn't gonna have this. he sat up and with that brought you up with him. he went to the cassette player and grabbed the album too fast for love, by motley crue. the song live wire blasting at the highest the player would let it be.

eddie pulled you close. his head bobbing at the fast tempo of the song. his hands at your waist. you two started dancing. as good as possible, he made you sway your hips to the beat. soon after he started your movements started to pick up by themselves. he knew you were getting back into the groove of your usual self.

no insecurities, just the sound of vince neil's voice, tommy lee's drums, mick mars's guitar, and nikki sixx's bass, filling your ears. eddie's hands left your hips. you making your own rhythm, mocking an air guitar along with eddie. hips still moving like crazy. the song soon changed to 'come on and dance' which was the next track from the album. your smile wide, looking at eddie you walked back over to him.

"that's it baby!" eddie shouted over the music as he watched you dance your life away.

you had danced as hard as possible. eddie was watching you intently, slightly hiding a bulge that might have started to grow a few times. he knew that you were confident in your own skin and he loved that, and he was proud of himself for helping you out of the small funk you were in.

song after song you danced your way through the album, hardly any stopping. eddie had stopped a long while ago but you kept on going. he just watched on with loving eyes. as the album was coming to an end he grabbed you a glass of water to make sure you drank something after all that heavy exercise.

you plopped down on the couch beside eddie. leaning your head into his shoulder. he grabbed your hand and kissed your head. beyond exhausted. he knew you were close to passing out. after petting your head as you chugged the water had set down for you, you looked up at him. big puppy eyes boring into his soul. he looked right at you. swearing that every time he looks into your big eyes he falls in love with you all over again.

eddie had a small surprise for you, but he didn't know when to tell you. but thinking about it now was as good a time as ever. he got up after leaving your tight grip. you sat up extremely confused as he ran to his room. you heard a bunch of clunking of stuff he was either throwing or dropping while searching intently.

"eddie baby are you okay?" you asked him.

"I'm alright love, but i need you to close your eyes for me!" he yelled.

you did as said. you sat up and put your hands over your eyes, as if you were a kid counting to 100 to go find your friends that were hiding in a game of hide and seek. you heard a small aha and then the door to eddie's bedroom click back open. small thumps of his socked feet walking back to the living room where you sat.

"okay promise me you won't flip out?" eddie said.

"i won't flip out" you nodded.

eddie walked over and sat something soft on your lap. he then took your hands in his and uncovered your eyes. you looked down and saw two small pieces of paper and a new shirt. those two pieces of paper were tickets to see motley crue on the twenty second of september in indianapolis.  the shirt was a new motley crue shirt. though you had many. you looked up at eddie with the biggest smile on your face.

"the tickets are pit and on nikki's side, i made extra sure you would be able to see the precious sixxter" he smiled at you.

"eddie, i can't believe this" you said, shock in your voice.

pure excitement sat on his face. literally seeping through his body. once it sank in you started crying. almost full on sobs. eddie immediately freaked out and ran to you. moving the tickets and shirt to the side and kneeling on the floor in front of you.

"hey, buggie tell me whats wrong, is it something i did?" he asked.

"no, i can't belive this, eddie you didn't have to" you choked out in sobs.

eddie chuckled. finally realizing that the cries weren't a bad thing. you were happy, and surprised, and purely excited to be able to go see your favorite band with your favorite boy. but the other thing was the fact that eddie didn't have a lot of money, and neither did you. you both came from nothing, so eddie must've spent so much time saving up that money. and it made you feel somewhat guilty. if you knew he wanted to go, you would have helped pitch in and save together.

"baby it's you, you're my girl and i wanted to treat you, you deserve it" he smiled.

"it's too much, how much did my ticket and shirt cost? i wanna pay you back," you insisted.

eddie shook his head immediately. he didn't care how much he spent on his tickets, money is money and he'd get more one way or another. besides you were his girl, the love of his life, no one and nothing would stop him from giving you this. and for fucks sake he wasn't going to let you pay him back for anything.

"absolutely not, y/n you do almost everything for me, this is my gift to you. i love you so so much and i will not accept any money, now, then, and forever. i want to take care of you" he said.

your cries had turned into sniffles. a small smile grazing your face, you knew eddie loved you. and hell you loved him more than anything in the world, he was your everything. and knowing that being the stubborn jackass he was sometimes eddie would stand by his word, he would never let you pay him back. but hell you were gonna try.

"thank you, this means so much to me" you sniffed.

right before eddie was gonna say anything you grabbed his face and shoved his lips to yours. the kiss was full of happiness and passion. both of you smiling into each others lips. nothing would ever stop your love for each other, wether it was nikki sixx or anyone else.

as you two pulled away eddie smiled. one of the biggest smiles he'd ever seen. he finally felt like he did something right in life. actually multiple things, he made you smile and he gets to every day, and he gets to make fun of your love for nikki sixx. and he loved every minute of it. actually he loved every minute of being with you.

"I'm hotter than nikki right?" he asked

"eddie my darling you will always be hotter than nikki" you smiled pressing a small peck to his smirking lips.

"good"

[eddiemxnsons]

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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃

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Cafeteria Fight - Eddie Munson

WARNINGS: SA, fighting, mention of blood, bullying.  

SUMMARY: As you are trying to find Eddie in the cafeteria, you are stopped by Jason Carver who loves to torment your boyfriend, Eddie.

A/N: Honestly, I don't think Jason would do something like this exactly, but he just happens to be the character I used for this scenario. 

Your POV:

Just as the bell rings for lunch, students come flying out of their classrooms, eager to get to the cafeteria. You stayed behind to discuss something with your teacher before making your way to the cafeteria. Naturally, everyone was already sitting in their little groups. You glance around the cafeteria, looking for the hellfire club. You weren't a part of the club and you never really understood D&D, but you just wanted to sit with your boyfriend, Eddie. 

As you walked past a few of the tables, you were stopped by a familiar blonde-haired boy wearing a varsity jacket. It was Jason Carver. 

"Hey gorgeous, what's the rush?" He said, smirking. You rolled your eyes before trying to move past him. He quickly moved to stand in your way, making you unable to get past him. In the corner of your eye, you could see your boyfriend watching you from his table. His eyes were locked on the two of you, watching your every move. "Slow down, darling, come sit with me." Jason continued. He went to grab your hand but you quickly moved it away from him.

"Leave me alone, Jason." You replied, clearly uninterested. He chuckled as he ran his tongue along his bottom lip. He looked back at his friends sitting down at the table before his eyes met yours once more. 

"Come on, pretty girl, let me show you what it's like to be with a real man." He added. You rolled your eyes again and attempted to push past him. He quickly grabbed onto your arm, forcing you to turn back around. You gasped as his grip on your arm grew tighter. "What? You think Eddie is good for you?" He scoffed and pulled you closer. "He's a freak, Y/N," 

"Hands off, Carver." A voice from behind you said calmly. When you turned to face the voice, you realised it was Eddie. Jason pulled you towards him and held onto your waist. 

"What are you gonna do about it, freak?" He taunted. You tried to wiggle out of his grip but you couldn't. Eddie watched his hands on your waist before slowly lifting his eyes back to Jason's. His hands clenched into fists as his brows furrowed. 

"I'm not going to ask you again," Eddie said firmly, keeping his cool. "Hands off." The blonde-haired boy laughed in response, clearly not feeling threatened. Jason's hand slipped from your waist, up to your stomach. He slowly began moving his hand further upwards as he taunted Eddie. Eddie waited a moment, keeping his eyes locked on Jason's hands, before taking a step toward the two of you and forcefully grabbing you away from Jason. He gently moved you to stand behind him as his hands lifted to push Jason backwards. Jason stumbled, not expecting the sudden movements. Once you were safely behind Eddie, he swung his fist directly at Jason's face, causing him to fall over. 

"Eddie!" You gasped. You moved to grab him, trying desperately to hold him back. His other arm pushed you gently away from him, trying his best not to get you hurt in the crossfire, as he continued to throw more punches at Jason. You had never seen Eddie fight anyone like this before. "Eddie! Stop!" You shouted again. The cafeteria erupted into cheering and shouting as one of Eddie's punches tore Jason to the ground. He got on top of him and continued to throw punches. Jason's hands flung up to cover his face as he yelled out desperately for help. 

Before you could rush to tear Eddie away from him, Mike and a few of the other boys had already grabbed him and moved him away from the injured boy. His face was bloody and bruised. Dustin moved towards you. 

"Are you alright, Y/N?" He asked, concern written all over his face. You looked around at the boy on the floor, and then at your boyfriend who was still trying to get to him. 

"I– I–" You started, trying to find any words to explain what you were feeling. You were shocked at what Eddie had done. You hadn't expected it. But another part of you was happy he had done it, considering Jason had just touched you without your consent. Dustin ushered you backwards to sit down on one of the chairs. 

"Are you okay?" He repeated. You looked at the ground, still not able to say anything. You were trying to fight the tears that swelled in your eyes. Dustin quickly ran over to the other boys who were holding off Eddie. "Eddie– Eddie!" He yelled. Eddie was too clouded by his anger to hear him. "Eddie! Y/N needs you!" As soon as he heard your name, he awoke from his trance, looking frantically around the cafeteria for you. Dustin pointed over to where you were sitting, and Eddie's face immediately dropped upon seeing you. He quickly pushed the boys off of him and ran over to you. He dropped down to his knees in front of you, trying to see your face.

"Y/N, hey, baby," He whispered, concerned. He began wiping the tears that fell from your eyes. "Hey, look at me," He placed his hands on your thighs as he looked up at you. Your eyes met and you could tell he felt bad. "I'm sorry, sweetheart." You took a deep breath before responding.

"No, no. It's not your fault, Eddie." You replied, shaking your head slowly. He lifted one of his hands to tuck your hair away from your face.

"I know, I know, but I shouldn't have punched him." 

"You were just angry, I get it." Your voice shook as well as your hands, and Eddie clearly noticed. He grabbed a hold of your shaking hands and kissed them. 

"I'm sorry he grabbed you like that, baby," He added. You moved one of your hands to lightly touch his hair, stroking the side of it as he spoke. "I won't let anyone hurt you again, I promise." You looked down at the floor. "Hey, I promise, baby." He lifted your chin gently to get you to look at him and you nodded. He pulled you into him and wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as you hugged. You let out a few soft cries into his shoulder as he held you. He gently ran the palm of his hand along the back of your hair. 

By the end of the day, Jason had been suspended for touching someone inappropriately and Eddie had been given a shorter suspension for violence. You hated that you got him suspended but he constantly assured you that it was Jason's fault, not yours. And he would do it again if he had to. You knew Eddie's suspension was unfair but there wasn't much you could do.

After school, you went back to his trailer and watched movies as you snuggled up under blankets and ate ice cream.