Oh Him? That’s Just Eddie Part 2: Just Eddie

Marking Her Territory

Kinktober 2022 - Day 2

Paring: Eddie Munson x Slight!Possessive!Fem!Reader 

Kink: Biting/Marking

Words: 1.3k

Summary: A group of girls hit on Eddie while on vacation and you get possessive of your metalhead boyfriend. 

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (marking, hickies, hangjobs, reference to future sex), switch!Eddie, switch!Reader, possessive behavior on both sides 

a/n: This is Day 2 of Kinktober 2022! I hope I wrote him well! I hope you enjoy!

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Eddie Munson - Master List

Wow! I had no idea this was going to happen! Thank you for all the love on my Eddie story!

Blossoming of a Shy Violet

- Reader…the new girl at Hawkins meets Eddie Munson…and her life will never be the same.

Story contains…fluff…angst..smut…possible violence…so please 18+ and the reader is fem!

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Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Part Twelve

Part Thirteen

Part Fourteen

Part Fifteen

Part Sixteen

Part Seventeen

Part Eighteen

Part Nineteen

Part Twenty

Part Twenty - One

Part Twenty - Two

Part Twenty - Three

Part Twenty - Four

Part Twenty - Five

Part Twenty - Six

Christmas with Eddie and the Gang

Pretty Tears

Kinktober 2022 - Day 22

Pairing: Rockstar!Soft!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Kink: Dacryphilia (Crying Kink)

Words: 1.0k

Summary: Eddie always gets hot and bothered after smoking and he decides to love on you all night. 

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal sex, overstimulation, rough sex, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, creampie), fluff, soft!Eddie, mentions of drug use

a/n: I hope you enjoy this fic! I love writing sweet fluffy fics and I can’t help it! 

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Please can you write something sweet with Eddie making reader a pink sleeved Hellfire shirt😮‍💨🥹

cute, cute, cute. thank you for the request!

again, clearing some requests out so my apologies for taking so freaking long! all my love 🖤

((a thousand points to your Hogwarts House if you know where the title is from))

Happy Little Accident

pairing: Eddie Munson x female!reader

fandom: Stranger Things

word count: (she's a shorty!) 2.4k+

note: author is burnt out! author's blood is coffee, weed, and nicotine!

warnings: i think there's cursing, but outside that, it's short and sweet and Eddie's a bumbling mess 'cause you're so pretty. #facts.

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

"That looks... Uh, interesting, Eddie. New color scheme?" Dustin rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yeah, man, really, uh... Creative?" Mike tried to copy, staring at the newest shirt in Eddie's hands.

"Glad you're being true to yourself, my man," Lucas beamed, nodding in approval with an encouraging thumbs up; making all of Hellfire look at him with bewilderment. "What?"

"What're you talking about?" Gareth chuckled, offering a pinched look at the Freshman.

"I mean," Lucas looked around nervously, "aren't we talking about the shirt Eddie's holding?"

"We are," Jeff confirmed.

"Well, if Eddie's into wearing pink, I'm just saying, we support him," Lucas defended hotly, looking offended by his friends. "Well, I support you, man," he directed at Eddie.

"Dude," Eddie chuckled, "'s not for me."

"Okay? Who's it for then?" Lucas wondered, earning another round of disbelieving looks. "What now!?"

"Are you just messing with us?" Gareth chuckled, looking to Dustin and Mike. "He's messing with us, right?"

"He is," Dustin covered, "because it's obvious that the shirt's for Y/N... Right?" He looked to Eddie.

"It is," he relented, making the Freshman sigh a collective breath of relief. "I was thinking of making her an official member of Hellfire. Any objections?"

Jeff scoffed, "Yeah, 'cause we're gonna say no to your girlfriend joining the club?"

"She's not my girlfriend," Eddie rushed to explain, his ears burning brightly under his embarrassment and long locks.

"I mean," Gareth laughed, "you made a shirt just for her..."

"So?" Eddie sighed, glancing to the shirt in his hands, then to all the present members of Hellfire. "So what?"

"Where'd you get it?" Mike wondered.

"I made it, not like we have shirts for girls laying around..."

At his revelation, the boys all hollered, "Ho-Hoooo! Yeaaah!"

"What?" Eddie groaned, slouching into his throne; tossing his legs over an arm rest, "What're you guys on about now?"

He sounded exasperated, but Jeff knew he was desperately curious. So, he relented, "Dude, you stayed late every day last week to use the sewing club's machines."

"So?"

"So!" He laughed, "We know you're into her!"

"You literally made her a custom Hellfire shirt," Mike smirked. "I mean, the pink sleeves are a nice touch."

He shrugged, "She has a black-sleeved one."

"You mean she has one of yours," Dustin teased, snickering to Mike and Lucas as Jeff and Garth watched from across the table as Eddie sighed and pinned them with a stony look.

"So what?" Eddie eventually asked. "She likes pink!"

"It's cute, leave him alone," Jeff eventually sighed, smirking at his Dungeon Master. "Is she coming tonight?"

"I asked her to," he nodded with a small smile, not meeting any eyes. Then, as if he couldn't help himself, Eddie was asking, "You think she's into me?"

He wasn't expecting them all to burst out in laughter - like, genuine laughter. Where Gareth smacked the table and Dustin almost doubled over, kind of laughter.

"What? What!?" Eddie rushed in alarm.

"Dude!" Lucas snickered, "I've never seen anyone so smitten. Girl's got it bad for you - but you're not really any better."

"Really?" Eddie asked, much more sheepishly. It was such a turncoat from their usually charismatic leader, that the boys settled down before sharing fond, yet mischievous looks.

"Dude," Mike nodded, "she's definitely into you. Should ask her out."

"Nah, maybe not," Eddie shook his head.

"Why not?" Dustin wondered in earnest. "I mean - you're you! She's into you! C'mon, man!"

But Eddie admitted, "She deserves someone better than whatever I'm offering. Know she got into Princeton? And Stanford, apparently."

"Shit," Mike looked at Lucas with sadness; but only for the limited timeframe you two faced, and not because you got into college. They understood that most teenagers were frothing at the mouth to get their college acceptance letters - you even went as far to pay for early admission - simply because it would get you guys out of Hawkins faster.

"Doesn't matter, you guys still have the rest of the year," Dustin covered, nodding with enthusiasm now. "And prom! You haven't gone before, now you can go with Y/N!"

"Who's Y/N going to prom with?" You asked as you entered the room, smiling at the guys as you shut it behind you. "Oh, am I late? I'm so sorry, you guys!"

"No, no, we're still setting up," Gareth assured, clearing his throat. "Here, we saved you a spot," he nudged Jeff and together, they shuffled down the table to free the spot right next to Eddie.

"Thanks, guys," you smiled, patting their shoulders as you took your seat. "Hi," you directed at the others, glancing at Eddie.

"Hey, N/N," Lucas cooed. "Say, that's a nice shirt. Is yellow your favorite color?"

You glanced at your button-up, "Oh, no, my mom just thinks it's a nice blouse. I had another college interview today."

"For which school?" Dustin asked with curiosity.

"Oh, it's for Indiana State," you shrugged a bit. "Figured I'd check a few in-state schools out, in case I choose to stay close to home."

"Awh," Dustin cooed.

"But to answer your question," you nodded at Lucas, "my favorite color is this light shade of pink. It reminds me of my Nana's flower garden."

"Oh, that's nice," Jeff assured. "Hey, Eddie? Didn't you have something for N/N?"

Your attention turned, smiling at an obviously uncomfortable Eddie. "No, hey, it's cool - "

"No, no, they're right," Eddie rushed, clearing his throat after. "Y/N, you've been playing Hellfire with us for a few weeks now, and I thought it was time we invite you into the club," he presented the shirt, adding, "officially?"

You cooed loudly, unable to restrain your excitement as you took the shirt and opened it to look at it in full. "Eddie!" You gasped, "This is amazing! Oh, my God!"

You missed the way his cheeks flared brightly then, shifting in his seat to try and lessen the feeling of embarrassment as you leaned over to gush at the modifications he made with Jeff and Garth.

Eddie caught Dustin's eye, watching the Freshman nod encouragingly at you. He sighed and flipped the kid his middle finger, getting started with his prep before the game started. But a quick glance around the table had you standing, "I'll be right back, I'm gonna change really quick!"

The boys watched you rocket out of the room - truly intent to take as little time as possible, since you knew Eddie to be (decently) punctual when it came to starting games. When you were out of sight, all of the boys rounded on Eddie with harsh glares.

"What?" He snipped.

"What're you waiting for?" Lucas asked.

"Seriously, dude!" Mike whined.

"GO!" Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Gareth, and Jeff all shouted; making Eddie flinch to his feet, mumbling about their 'loud voices' as he scurried out of the room. As he turned down the hall, you were slipping from the girls' bathroom, admiring your new shirt.

"Hey," Eddie smiled, earning your attention.

"Eddie, hey, hi," you beamed in return. "This looks too cool, thank you!" You admired the shirt with pink sleeves again, petting over the material. "You all right? Isn't the game about to start?"

"Yeah, uh, inna sec... I just wanted to ask you... Uh, something..."

"Eddie, you all right?" You asked softly, only a foot between you both as the deserted hallway seemed to stretch around you in all directions. You were only focused on his eyes, and Eddie's breath caught in his throat a few times.

"Yeah," he breathed. "Listen, uh, I-I just wanted to tell you," he nodded, watching you smile patiently, "that the past few weeks we've been hanging out has been... Uh, you know, really great."

"Yeah, it's been fun," you agreed.

"Yeah - great - fun!" He nodded, blinking a few times to clear his mind and get back on track. "W-Which is why I wanted to ask, you know, um, if you're free, and only if you wanted to, uh, because no pressure, you can totally say no, and, um, I would understand, I mean, I would be pretty bummed, but I'd understand - "

"Eddie?"

"Yeah?"

"You're rambling, honey," you smiled brighter at him, nodding slowly as you reached for his forearm. "You wanna pause and, just, breathe for a sec?"

"Yeah, okay," he chuckled, clearing his throat as he glanced down at your hand. Thinking he didn't like it, you removed your hand. "Um, I just, look," he sighed, "I like you... Maybe more than I should," he chuckled to himself. "And I wanted to ask if you wanted to, maybe, go on a date with me?"

He was avoiding your eyes, making you smile lightly and reach for him again, "Hey, Eddie? Wanna look at me real quick?" When his eyes flashed up to meet yours, he only found a pleasant expression on your face, your lips looking far too soft for his sanity, assuring, "I'd really like to go on a date with you."

"You would?"

"I would," you chuckled, letting your hand fall to his hand. "I've kinda liked you for a while."

"You have?"

You laughed a little louder, "I have. Since your first senior year, actually."

"Oh, my God," he laughed, his hand naturally conforming around your own. "Oh, wow, okay, yeah, so, cool, cool! Really cool."

"Totally cool," you smirked.

"Yeah - really cool - totally cool, yeah," he repeated nervously. "S-So you like the shirt?"

"I do," you assured, squeezing his hand. "It was very thoughtful, thank you so much, again."

"Yeah," he breathed, "no problem... Call it a happy little accident."

"You were trying to do laundry again, weren't you?"

His cheeks flared brightly, "Maybe."

"What was it?"

He shrugged, "Wayne's Nationals tee shirt in with some of my white shirts."

"Oh, honey," you laughed. "Well, it is a happy little accident, and it really works in your favor, so, thank you. Oh," you looked down at your hand when something felt slick, "Eddie, y-your fingers are bleeding!"

"Shit," he hissed, pulling his hand away, "sorry, sorry, fuck, that's so embarrassing, fuck, I'm sorry, fuck."

"What happened to you?" You asked, tugging him with you back down the hall and into the deserted girls' bathroom to run his hands under water. He winced some when you pumped soap onto the raw injury, you repeating your question.

"These might be battle wounds from me fighting the sewing machine making your shirt," he chuckled, relaxing some as the initial sting wore off until the water ran clear again.

"You're so fucking cute, oh, my God," you giggled a bit, pulling a paper towel down to blot at his hands. "You handmade this?"

He nodded sheepishly, wiggling his ringed fingers at you, "Got the wounds to prove it."

"Thank you," you whispered, smiling up at him as you dried his hands slowly. "Might be the nicest thing someone's given me. It's really thoughtful."

"Anything for you," he whispered, your faces hovering over one another as his eyes sucked you in before holding you hostage. Not even knowing when his hands left yours, they were suddenly pressing into your waist to draw you in closer, forehead gently meeting yours to ask, "This okay?"

"Mhm," you agreed softly, lifting your chin to lightly skim your lips over his; waiting for his move. You didn't wait long, as with your next breath, he was descending upon you; searing a kiss to your lips as his hands tightened to bunch your new shirt slightly.

Lost in the motions, your own hands rose to latch around his neck; soon sliding your fingers into his long locks and tightened. By the way Eddie's breath picked up, you figured you were doing something right, and pushed onto your toes to lessen the distance between you. Eddie's body then pressed you into the sink, and all known thought was lost...

Until...

bang - bang - bang

"Y/N! You in there?" Dustin called from outside the bathroom after banging on the door.

"Yeah, what's up, Dusty?" You answered after pulling away from Eddie, pushing a finger to his smirking lips. He instead drew you closer, making your bottom lip roll between your teeth to fight your giggle when he nuzzled your neck.

"You seen Eddie?"

"Uh," you smirked, "no?"

"Oh, well, we're set up when you're ready! I'm gonna go look for him."

"Check out back, he might be having a cigarette!" You called, Eddie's teeth raking over sensitive skin as you fought off your laughter.

"Thanks!"

You heard his footsteps rocketing down the hallway, laughing into Eddie's lips when his found yours again. "C'mon," you giggled, unable to resist another kiss - or three. "C'mon, c'mon, they're waiting."

"You're right," he sighed, pecking your lips again. "Or... We could blow tonight off?"

"Is that a serious offer?"

Eddie paused, then sighed, "No, not really, c'mon."

You giggled as your hand laced with his as you moved for the main bathroom door, "Thought as much!"

Only when you exited, Eddie's eyes staring at you as he giggled with you, before you both came to a squeaking halt - finding all the members of Hellfire filling the hall, arms crossed as a barricade.

"Mhm, don't know where he is?" Dustin repeated like a disappointed mother catching you sneaking around with the town' delinquent. Which, wasn't entirely far off...

"Um, right, well..." You trailed off.

"Aht, aht!" Mike barked. "We don't wanna hear your excuses! We've been waiting for 10 minutes now! March to the room, you two!"

"But - "

Mike cut Eddie off, pointing down the hall, "March!"

"All right, Mom, chill, geez," Eddie teased, tugging you with him to head down the hall finally - your laughter echoing around them as you had to jog slightly to keep up with his long pace.

"They're cute," Lucas sighed, head cocked to watch them go.

"Glad they worked it out. This is gonna be good, you know?" Jeff agreed, the lads all turning to watch your two head down the hall together; hands tangled together.

"You know he's not gonna give her special treatment in the games, right?" Mike checked.

"Oh, that's what you think," Gareth giggled with Dustin, the two moving after you and Eddie down the hall.

"Oh, no... What have we done...?" Mike muttered to himself, only moving when a snickering Lucas clapped him on the shoulder.

Eddie Munson brain dump because I have too many thoughts to keep contained: Mild NSFW. MDNI

-He has the best hugs. You know the ones where you feel completely safe in their arms? Like nothing bad can happen as long as they're holding you? His hugs are like that.

-This boy is so starved for affection. We saw the way he gave Chrissy a discount just for being nice to him. Anytime you say something sweet or give him a gentle touch he just fucking melts.

-Aftercare king. He can get a little mean when he's in dom!space but afterwards he treats you like a goddamn queen.

-Speaking of queen, absolutely calls you stuff like Princess, Honey, Sweetheart. Refers to you and his guitar as 'his girls'.

-One time, you call him "dungeon master" jokingly but it turns out he really likes it. After that he always makes you call him "master" whenever you're fucking.

-Loves fucking you so good that you cry. At first, he was scared, thinking he hurt you (too much) but once he figured out the tears are a good sign he can't get enough of them.

-Has plenty of experience from the girls in Hawkins wanting to get some strange but has never actually been a relationship before you.

-You can never decide what he's most talented with, his tongue, his fingers or his cock. No matter what he's using, you're coming at least three times before he lets up (unless you've been bad and he's denying you orgasms.)

-Is an absolute dom but secretly gets a thrill and thinks it's ridiculously hot on the rare occasion when you take control.

-The mouth on this man is absolutely filthy. Once he knows you're into both degradation and praise he literally will not shut up when your fucking. Even when he's beyond words he's got the most beautiful moans and grunts.

-His hipbones and happy trail have you changing religion. Forget communion, you've got a new god to get on your knees to worship.

-Will make a point to kiss every part of your body that you're self-conscious about. Seriously, if you've got a hang-up about so much as your fucking fingernails, each one's getting a smooch.

-Fucking adores really sloppy blowjobs with just a hint of teeth.

-But he loves giving head even more than getting it. Eats pussy like a starving man getting his last meal. Would have you sit on his face all day if you let him.

-Loves marking you. Hickies, love bites, bruises shaped like his hands. Wants anyone who so much as glances at you to now that you're owned.

-The first time you get together, you're teasing him, telling him he isn't mean. Saying something like "You're such a sweetheart, the only time you can even pretend to be mean is when you're dungeon master." Eventually he gets fed up and pins you to the wall by your neck. He can feel your throat bob against his palm and you choke out, "I don't think this is having exactly the effect you intended it to, Munson." And when he looks down and sees you rubbing your thighs together the smirk on his face is pure sin.

Hello! May I request a smutty Drabble for Eddie Munson with grinding and master please??

Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Prompt: Grinding and 'Master'

Summary: Eddie grinds on you. That's basically it.

Content Warnings: 18+!! Smut!!! Reader is afab and reffered to as 'girl'. Grinding. Use of 'Master'. No penetration. Both Eddie and reader orgasm. Use of petnames 'sweetheart', 'baby'. Praise. Slight dom!Eddie.

This is a short smut drabble for my Smut Signoff: May event! Though, this ended up being a lot longer than a drabble!!!

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“Fuck- Lay back baby.”

A usual Friday night, you’d once again found yourself wrapped around your boyfriend, arms and tongues intertwined as you indulged in foreplay. Both of you overstimulated and sensitive, you’d been tending to each other for the last thirty minutes, taking your sweet time exploring each other’s needy bodies. His thumb on your clit, and your hand wrapped around his aching cock, it was obvious what was coming next.

“Yes Master.” Pliant to his instruction, you lay back on Eddie’s soft sheets as he clambered on top of you, hovering above your form as he leaned down for a wet, sloppy kiss. Moaning into his lips, you felt the tip of his length prod at your entrance, breathing hitched to brace yourself. Though, the push into your walls never came, his cock instead sliding up through your dripping folds, over your swollen clit. A gasp caught in your throat at the feeling, Eddie similarly groaning at this newfound pleasure.

Rolling his hips once more, he again brushed your bundle of nerves with his large length, both of you moaning in unison at the friction, at the relief. Locking his hazel eyes with yours, they were shimmering with need as he continued to grind on you, faster now. It seemed together you had discovered a new delight, the metalhead pent up as his foreskin rolled back with each thrust.

His mouth finding yours again in a wanting kiss, fresh slick coated both you and Eddie as you clenched your core instinctively, chasing your high with each pass over your clit. He sounded a wrecked groan as he slid through your wetness, lubricating his cock through your folds with each roll of his hips, his cock gliding effortlessly. “O-Oh fuck, so wet for me sweetheart.” He praised, his forehead lovingly pressed against yours.

It was clear Eddie was getting close, from his irregular movements and breathing alike. In sync with your boyfriend, a familiar pressure began to build in your abdomen, a sign that your climax was similarly looming as he fucked himself against your clit. “E-Eddie, I-I’m-“ Melting under him, you could only gasp between stutters as you reached your peak.

Though, your words only evoked a low chuckle and a shake of your dominant’s head as he interrupted you. Grasping your chin firmly between his fingers, he forced your eyes on his. “Try again sweetheart.” He tutted, his breath hot against your lips. “What do you call me?”

“Master! Master-" You almost screamed his title, desperate to correct yourself as your growing orgasm continued to creep up on you. “S-So close Master.” You finally spluttered, earning a deep kiss from your boyfriend. “Atta girl…” Smiling fondly as you writhed underneath his cock, he loved seeing you like this, so reactive to every movement, every word.

Squeezing your eyes in anticipation of your release, your moans became more strangled and high pitched as the knot in your abdomen threatened to snap. “I know sweetheart, me t-too.” He rasped, reading you perfectly, eager to cum with you as he wrapped an arm around your thigh, hitching your leg up to gain better access to your clit. Eddie’s moans broken and desire-filled, his desperate hues never wavered from your own. “’M gonna cum, fuck- gonna shoot my load all over this pretty pussy-"

Fingernails digging into his bare back, you reached your high with a loud cry, each rut against your clit sending shockwaves through you. Sounding a drawn-out groan in time with yours, Eddie stilled, warm ropes of cum painting your folds and torso, just as he intended.

Collapsing on the bed beside you, the hoarse rise and fall of Eddie’s chest filled the comfortable silence as you both caught your breath, a combination of both your climax’s tacky over your skin. Cupping your face, he kissed you passionately, knowingly, before you once again found yourself tangled in a heated embrace, eager for another round. Rolling on top of him, you hovered above his erection, fresh arousal already coating your needy clit. You could only smirk as your Master looked up at you with dazed eyes as you began to grind on his length; now it was your turn to be on top.

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

YES!!!! i love this 😮‍💨

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

HC that eddie picked up sewing after his mom ;v;

*kisses you while you're in the middle of infodumping* Sorry, you're just being really sexy right now. Continue.

The Munsons

After school Wayne and Eddie would hang out at the trailer park tables. Little Eddie doing his homework, while Wayne has his coffee before he heads off to work.For Wayne, this is his favorite and most precious part of the day. That hat collection in the trailer is 100% Wayne’s, and the mugs too. Some are merch from places or events he visited, and the rest of them are from Eddie who gives him a new mug every Father’s Day.

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