Bucket Of Sunshine Part 1: I’m Worried

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.

made a mess — e.m.

pairing: perv!eddie munson x f!reader

warnings: 18+ ONLY, minors dni!!, smut, bj, perv!eddie, kind of degradation, kind of dubcon (its not idk just to be safe), praises, nicknames, just p*rn without a plot

summary: in which perv!eddie can't help himself on a movie night (wc: 1.7k+)

a/n: hi HII, i kind of hate this but i wanted to post it so bad bc i love perv!eddie omfg, no dividers and i didn't proof-read ignore the mistakes plss

it was wrong.

it was very very wrong for eddie to want to do this.

especially when you were in his living room, waiting for him to come back so that the two of you could continue watching whatever it was that he was supposed to be watching.

but eddie couldn't help it, he couldn't help but be consumed by the thoughts of you.

he couldn't help but not excuse himself, when you were sat next to him, your chest rising up and down when you got scared by the villain popping up in the horror movie eddie was supposed to be watching.

he couldn't help but feel his cock twitch when your soft hands squeezed his calloused ones, your head dipping into his shoulder while you had a firm grip on him.

his overprotectiveness of you was apparent when he wrapped his arms around you, a sly smirk tugging at his lips as he attempted to comfort you, laying kisses on your hair.

and it was driving him crazy, the way you just stood there, lips plump and still glossy as you watched intently, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from you. thinking about how pretty your lips would look wrapped around his cock.

he felt sick. but he couldn't help himself, not when your thighs looked that good as you wore that tight little skirt.

he couldn't help but not lose his mind when he felt your hand land on his thigh and you panicked when a scary scene came on, and the blood was quick to rush to his cock.

he was unable to hide his raging cock when your tits were brushed up against him, your tiny top leaving little to his imagination, especially when they were so tight on your body, exposing your nipples.

and that sight alone almost made eddie groan, he wanted to suck on them, bite them, and kiss them forever.

that's when he excused himself to go to the bathroom, his mind filled with you, he could hardly think of anything else when you were around.

as soon as he entered the bathroom, he stripped out of his pants, tossing them on the ground, hurrying so he could return back to you without raising any suspicions.

he wondered if you'd still want to be his best friend after learning how much he wanted you, how much he was hooked on you, and how sickly his thoughts were when you were around.

he wanted you to catch him, as perverted as that thought was, he could imagine the shock on your face, your mouth agape as you stood in shock.

would you offer to help him out? would you pout those pretty little lips as you knelt down in front of him, begging to have his cock in your mouth, warming your throat?

he let out a ragged breath just at the thought of that, his boxers straining his angry cock, he bowed his head, slipping out of them.

his erection sprang out of his boxers, pink tip oozing with pre-cum, he sighed at the sight.

the things you were doing to him should be illegal, he thought.

he closed his eyes quickly as he fisted his cock, throbbing and twitching as it grew harder at the thought of you again.

he was quick to run his thumb over his slit, wiping away the pre-cum which was only a small amount of his semen that was begging for a release.

'jesus, f-fuck.' he cursed out, his vein throbbing as he started imagining you.

he wished to have you walk in on him, wished to have you on your knees, your soft eyes looking up for him as you feign innocence, and he knows you are anything but.

he imagines your mouth watering at the sight, ready to take him down your throat, wanting him to fill all of your holes.

it's all he can think about, lust is oozing in his blood, every second of every day, ever since he met you, he had been a horny mess, pumping his cock more than he did when he first discovered what an orgasm was.

he groaned when he imagined your eyes flashing with desire as you peppered his cock with messy kisses, giving him kitten licks as his hand squeezed his cock roughly.

fuck, he wishes more than anything to have your heart-shaped panties to wrap around his cock right now, but all he has is the image of you, on your knees as you lap up his cock like the good girl you are, and eddie decides that's more than enough to get him to finish.

he pictures your eyes darkening with lust as you blink up at him, your plump lips sucking on his lengthy cock, and eddie strokes his length harder at the thought, messy groans leaving his plump lips.

'just like that, peach, take my fuckin' cock.' he moans huskily, tugging desperately as he prays that you won't hear him.

your eyes are never leaving him in his imagination, bobbing your head up and down, he imagines your eyes fluttering, and your thighs rubbing together, he wonders if you would be dripping with just him filling your mouth.

'such a good fuckin' girl, you like havin' my cock in your mouth, don't ya sweets?' he asks, not being able to hold himself as a sly smirk plays on his lips.

he imagines your head nodding quickly, manicured nails digging into his skin, trying to take all of him into your pretty little mouth, but not being able to do so, you add your hands, tugging at whatever part was left that you couldn't manage to suck.

his thighs shudder at the thought of you whimpering with his cock inside of your mouth, he visualizes how pretty you would look sucking him down, imagining his hands fisting your hair as he guides you for more.

'my lil' cock sleeve, warmin' up my cock.' he whimpers, so loudly, that he's afraid you're going to come into the bathroom and ask him what's going on.

but he can't help but be loud when he imagines you gagging around his cock, his stroking is so rough that his knuckles turn white.

he pictures you drooling and gagging around his member, saliva dripping down from your pretty lips as your mascara is smudged. you're so fucking perfect that the thought alone is engraved in his mind forever.

'your mouth is so fuckin' perfect, princess, fuck. s'fuckin' warm.' he is babbling as he envisions you, his hand desperately palming his cock, roughly as he knows he has to finish soon, or you might grow suspicious.

he imagines your eyes watering when he slams into your mouth harder and harder, cursing out. his thumbs gently padding away your tears as he enjoys the sight, 'm gonna fill this, slutty fuckin' mouth with my cum, peach.' his voice is low, he knows he's getting closer.

your hot mouth is still gagging around his cock when his grip on your hair gets rougher, he presses you against his pelvis.

he imagines you slurping around his shaft as your hands are palming him, he growls at the thought, his movements are getting sloppy.

he is pumping his fists harder when he imagines you sucking on his cock harder, hollowing your cheeks as you swirl your tongue around his veins, his head falls backward as he grunts.

his cock is pulsing and he knows he's close, as much as it kills him to finish this fantasy early, he knows he can't hold it in much longer.

's-shit, fuck, so fuckin' good, baby, i'm gonna fuckin' cum.' his breathing was shallow, and he shuddered as he imagined exploding in your mouth, smiling at the thought of his warm cum shooting out of his cock and painting your throat white, he growled huskily.

and he envisioned you tasting every drop of his cum, sucking the life out of him as you swallowed every drop that shot down the back of your throat.

and with few slow pumping of his cock, eddie finally came to himself, eyes widening quickly before he looked down at himself.

you weren't there, of course, and he was covered in his sticky hot semen, white globs of it covering every part of his thighs.

he groaned as he looked at the mess he made, the mess he made because of you, and the reality of what he did, finally hit him.

he felt sick, and he felt perverted.

'e-eddie?' your meek voice caused him to freeze in his place, his head cocked in your direction quickly.

the door was slightly open, and there you stood, cheeks hot and thighs rubbing together, and a sick smirk plastered onto eddie's face immediately, not only were you watching him getting himself off to the thought of you, but you enjoyed it, so much so that he could bet that you were soaked under your pretty little panties.

his mind swirled with the thoughts of you, excitement taking over his body as he realized you did what he always dreamed of, catching him in the act.

'sweetheart?' he called out, still not knowing whether he was imagining or not, voice soft as he didn't want to startle you, but your eyes were washed with lust as you slowly entered the bathroom.

'i've made such a mess here, baby.' he cooed, pointing towards himself, and your eyes widened at the sight of his hardened cock, despite cumming mere seconds ago.

your entire body felt hot, both from embarrassment and the unfamiliar feeling of lust oozing through your body, you needed him like never before and eddie was teasing it out of you.

'want me to help you clean up?' the words that slipped past your lips caused eddie's brain to short circuit, he babbled some curse words as he almost yelled out a 'yes!' causing you to smile over his excitement, walking over to him and dropping down on your knees.

eddie's head almost exploded at the sight in front of him, his visualization seconds ago could never compare to the real you, drooping to your knees, mouth agape as you looked up at him all doe-eyed.

he cursed when you started lapping up his juices, 'jesus— fuck, fuck oh shit— princess, you're doin' so fuckin' good for me.' he praised immediately.

'don't worry, i'm gonna take care of you, eds.' you murmured as you kept giving him kitten licks, and eddie almost passed out at the spot, you were perfect, so fucking perfect for him.

Bucket of Sunshine Part 2: Polite

Masterlist: Here

Tag List: @aheadfullofsteverogers @robyn-118 @emma77645

A/N: This is a mini series so there’s only 3 parts left so hope y’all enjoy this intro into Eddie’s personality☀️

*Eddie needs you to know he’s not a nice guy but you’re just not buying it*

warnings: cnc (kinda), overstimulation, name calling

Eddie has made you cum so many times that you saw stars. Your body felt like absolute jelly, so much so that you could even hold your head up. He didn’t care though, he wanted to see you break.

You tried to push him away, but he was too strong for you.

“No, no.” He slid his cock deeper inside you, watching as your face contorts in a mix of pain and pleasure. Your eyes begin to water, but that only pushes him more. “You’re gonna keep taking my cock like a good slut, yeah?”

As much as you wanted to say no, you couldn’t. The pleasure overpowered the pain, and you craved more of it, as you always did when it came to him. “Y-yes, I want more.”

Eddie swiped his thumb at some of the tears falling from your eyes and leaned down to press a soft but chest kiss to your forehead. “That’s my good girl.”

「 ✦ FAERIEEMETAL’S KINKTOBER 2024 ✦ 」

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

hello and welcome to my kinktober of 2024! there’s gonna be a fic every two days and they’re all listed down below. with that being said, let’s get into it!

please take note that some fics may contain taboo themes such as age gap, somno, etc. each fic will have their own warnings once posted.

NAVIGATION // MAIN MASTERLIST

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ WEEK 01 — MARVEL ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

₊˚⊹♡ OCT 1 — praise | best friend’s brother!pietro maximoff x reader ₊˚⊹♡ OCT 3 — brat taming | dom!miguel o’hara x bratty!sub!reader

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ WEEK 02 — STRANGER THINGS ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

₊˚⊹♡ OCT 5 — overtimulation | bucky barnes x reader ₊˚⊹♡ OCT 7 — high sex | argyle x goth!reader ₊˚⊹♡ OCT 9 — dacryphilia | older!mechanic!eddie munson x shy!reader ₊˚⊹♡ OCT 11 — fingering | steve harrington x reader

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ WEEK 03 — OTHER CHARACTERS ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

₊˚⊹♡ OCT 13 — size kink | geralt of rivia x reader ₊˚⊹♡ OCT 15 — corruption kink | thomas shelby x naive!reader ₊˚⊹♡ OCT 17 — manhandling | luke alvez x reader ₊˚⊹♡ OCT 19 — somnophilia | levi ackerman x reader

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ WEEK 04 — BANDS/MUSICIANS ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

₊˚⊹♡ OCT 21 — marking | vampire!chris motionless x witch!reader ₊˚⊹♡ OCT 23 — body worship | vinny mauro x reader ₊˚⊹♡ OCT 25 — choking | ricky olson x reader

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ WEEK 05 — REQUESTS ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

₊˚⊹♡ OCT 27 — TBD ₊˚⊹♡ OCT 29 — TBD ₊˚⊹♡ OCT 31 — TBD

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2 things:

yes, please go nsfw on the ring thought

can i be 💍 anon?

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

here are some nsfw hcs about eddie’s rings 👀

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

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

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

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.

My Stranger Things Art 

they share 1 (one) resume and 1 (one) brain cell

steve and robin are trying to find a new job after they got fired from family video because they didn't show up for work (blame vecna)

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One Call | E.M.

Eddie calls you to pick him up from the police station — eddie x fem!hopper!reader fluff

warnings: eddie gets taken to the police station for peeing in the lake lol

words: 0.8k

“Alright, you know the drill. Someone’s gotta pick you up; you get one call.” Your dad told Eddie, even though they had been through this routine before. “Your uncle again?”

Eddie shook his head. “Nah, Wayne’s out of town. Fishing trip with his buddies. He told me not to bother him unless it’s an emergency.”

“This doesn’t qualify as important enough to call?” One of the officers piped up. 

Eddie turned his neck to look at the cop. “Nope. This is just a normal Tuesday for me.”

Your dad held the phone out for your boyfriend. “Well, you got anyone else you can call?”

Eddie held back a mischievous grin, taking the phone. “I have one person I can call, but I don’t think you’re gonna be happy about it.”

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You rushed down to the station as quickly as possible, only making one stop along the way to grab a peace offering from Benny’s. Before going inside, you looked through the window to scan the tone of the building, making sure it was okay to go inside. 

You opened the door and saw Eddie in handcuffs at one of the officers’ desks, twirling a pen with his fingers. Before he got the chance to look up at you, your dad came out from his office looking surprised to see you. 

“Hey, kiddo, what are you doing here?” He asked. 

You held out the take-out bag for him. “I, uh, I brought you lunch.”

“She’s got ulterior motives, Hopper!” Eddie piped up from across the room. You turned and shot him a glare, along with a whispered 'shut up'. 

Your dad looked confused, now starting to understand the food you brought. "What's he talking about?"

There was an awkward silence as you tried to figure out how to word the reason you were really here. 

"Well, Dad, I'm also here to pick Eddie up." 

He dropped the takeout bag on the nearest desk and pointed an accusatory finger at Eddie, who sported a smirk. 

“This punk?” Your dad asked, raising his voice. “You’re friends with this punk?”

Much to your dismay, Eddie spoke up again. “Dating, actually. But I can’t believe it either, Hopper, honestly.”

Even in the tensest of moments, your Eddie still finds a way to flatter you. You wanted to smile and thank him, but then you remembered he was just brought into the police station and hadn’t told you why, so you stopped yourself. 

“Yeah, Dad, I am. And I know that you can’t stop me from bailing him out, so give me the form to sign.”

The officer whose desk Eddie was sitting at handed you a clipboard and a pen so you could sign and say that you would bail him out and keep him out of trouble for the time being. You flashed a cocky smile to your dad and started filling out the blanks. 

Your dad rubbed his forehead like he was tired of everyone around him—which he was. “Don’t give her the clipboard until I’m done scolding her.” He mumbled. 

“You know I brought him in for pissing in Lover’s Lake with his punk friends, right?”

You did not know that. But you weren’t going to let him win this round. 

“Oh, like Lover’s Lake isn’t already full of piss!” You countered.

“Is that really the hill you want to die on?” 

You forcefully handed the completed clipboard to the officer while rolling your eyes. 

“I don’t want to die on any hill, I just want to pick up my boyfriend!”

Eddie gasped happily as the man took off his handcuffs. “She called me her boyfriend.”

You had to admit, it made you happy too. Even though you were mad at everyone in the room, your angry expression morphed into a smile. “I know, it felt good to say.” You then turned back to your dad. “I’m going now. If you have more to say to me, we can talk tonight.”

With that, you and your boyfriend started walking towards the door. He opened it for you and motioned for you to go first. You started to walk out, but shot a glare at Eddie as you walked by. He messed up and he knew it. 

Before Eddie closed the door behind you, your dad shouted one last thing at you. “You know, kid, just ‘cause he’s out of trouble, doesn’t mean you are!”You looked back at him through the doorway. “Oh, believe me, Dad, he’s not out of trouble yet!”

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