munsonslove

[munsonslove]

yeah i write smut fanfiction how can you tell

#mythicrambles

[munsonslove]

Inspired by this TikTok. Thank you to @lesservillain for the idea and to @emsgoodthinkin for brainstorming with me!

Summary: Eddie jumpscares you one too many times, and so you decide to freak him out at work. But who will be more shocked: him, or you?

Warnings: fem!reader, friends-to-lovers, idiots in love, brief description of (fake) gore, joke about throwing up (doesn't actually happen), kissing as a joke (please only kiss w/ consent irl)

WC: 1.3k

It was just a joke. 

A joke that had started when Eddie had barged into your house—the man wouldn’t knock if his life depended on it—and proudly announced, “I got the job!”

The job in question was a haunted house performer at Hawkins’ annual Fall Festival. You’d both been going since you were kids, and his favorite part had always been the haunted house. 

He’d gotten word about his new job in early September. By mid-October, you’re fully sick and tired of his antics. 

“Boo!” he’d yelled as he jumped out from behind the Wheeler’s couch, making you leap out of your seat. 

“Raaahhh!” he’d growled in your ear while you were in the midst of a conversation with Robin, and once your heartbeat returned to normal, you flipped him off. 

His enthusiastic “Gotcha!” during your history quiz was the final straw. You’d yelped, actually shrieked in the middle of class, clapping a hand over your mouth as Mrs. Click glared at you. 

“I’m gonna get you back for that,” you’d hissed once you’d turned in your exam, growing more irritated when he’d just shook his head. 

“You can’t scare me,” he retorted with a smirk, leaning up against a locker. “You’ve never been able to freak me out, and you never will. Don’t even try, little girl.”

Challenge accepted. 

You spend the rest of the week wracking your brain for ideas. What is Eddie Munson afraid of? What will shock him?

The obvious answer is hiding a prized possession and making him think it was stolen or lost. You grin to yourself as you picture him frantically searching for Sweetheart; maybe you could leave a ransom note of sorts. 

But that plan has too many moving pieces, so you scrap it. You’re about to give up entirely when Robin inadvertently gives you an idea. 

“You guys coming to Steve’s party tomorrow?” she asks in between bites of her turkey sandwich. 

“I’m down,” you eagerly agree, itching to have a night out with friends. 

When Robin turns to Eddie, he shakes his head. “Gotta work,” he reminds her, wiggling his fingers to emphasize the spooky nature of his job. 

Robin rolls her eyes. “Fine, okay. Stop by after. I promise we won’t make you play spin the bottle again.”

Eddie’s eyes widen, cheeks redden, and he gets up from the lunch table without another word. 

Bingo. 

The plan is set: on Friday, before Steve’s party, you’ll pay Eddie a visit at the Fall Festival. It’ll be a visit he’ll never forget, you’re sure of that. 

Robin stands with you outside the haunted house, picking at a funnel cake with powdered sugar-coated fingers. “I’ll wait out here,” she promises, “but when you’re done, I wanna hear everything. Especially the look on his face.”

“You got it.” You shoot her a thumb’s up as you jog up to the bored-looking attendant taking tickets. 

You’re in. 

The first room just sets the tone. Eerie organ music pulses through an ancient sound system, and a fog machine creates a steam that prevents you from seeing the floor. Cobwebs hang in the corners of the ceiling, though you’re suspicious that they’re not intentional decorations. 

Eddie’s not in the next room, either; just a woman wearing a blood-spattered wedding dress, wielding a knife and clutching a plastic severed head. She’s screaming something about, “teaching him not to cheat with a bridesmaid,” and looks vaguely annoyed that you’re not quaking with terror. 

You go through three more rooms, getting increasingly irritating with the lack of Eddie in each one. He’s working tonight, so he has to be here—

Loud, stomping footsteps follow you into the dungeon-themed section of the house, and your heart skips a beat as you lay eyes on him. A distorted mask covers his face, but his unruly curls give him away despite the mad scientist costume he’s donning. He holds up a knife and creeps closer, a low growl emanating from his throat. You run until you no longer can, and he easily traps you, the cold metal gate pressing into your back. 

If you’re going to do it, now’s your chance. 

In one swift motion, you turn him so he’s backed up into the gate. A soft, confused “wha—?” leaves his lips as you lift his mask and lean in before you lose your nerve. Your lips press against his; hands on his cheeks as he accepts the way you melt into him.

Why isn’t he pulling away? Why isn’t he laughing and appreciating your prank? Why does it seem like he wants this…like he’s BEEN wanting this?

Fuck. Fuck. 

This isn’t what you were expecting. He’s kissing you back, surprised but hungry, and you’re the one who ends up breaking away. 

Before he can begin to question what’s happening, you dash out of the room. No. No, no, no. Your head spins as you attempt to process the emotions pulsing through your veins. 

It was supposed to be a way of getting him back for his unwavering desire to scare you. Show him what it’s like to be the one on the other side of the joke. Because that’s all it was; a joke. 

So why do you want to kiss him again?

Fresh air hits you like a slap in the face, and once you find Robin, you cling to her like a lifeline. 

“We have to go,” you mumble, dragging her to the exit and refusing to make eye contact. 

“Whoa, what happened?” When you refuse to answer, she sighs but doesn’t relent. “C’mon, did he, like, throw up or something?”

You shake your head. “I think he liked it.”

“Of course he did,” she says with a laugh, “the guy’s in love with you.” She nudges your hip with her own. “Toldja he would lose his shit.”

Your mouth goes dry. “Robs…when I said that I wanted him to ‘freak out,’ what did you think I meant?”

Robin crinkles her nose. “Um, that the Dingus-ette—that’s you—and her doting Dingus were finally going to admit that they have big, stupid crushes on each other?” Her expression falters when you stop in your tracks. “What did you mean?”

“I wanted,” you start, swallowing hard like a gob of peanut butter is stuck to the roof of your mouth, “I wanted to get him back for scaring me. I wanted to freak him out.”

“Mission accomplished.”

She’s no longer looking at you when she speaks, and you follow her gaze to where Eddie’s shuffling over to you. You want to beg her to stay, but she just squeezes your hand in a silent good luck. 

“Hi.” Eddie’s voice is uncharacteristically quiet. “Can we talk?”

You can only nod in response. His mask is atop his mess of curls, and you can see the longing in his eyes. How have you never noticed it before? How did you not notice the need within yourself?

“Actually, I’m lying. I don’t want to talk.” With that, his arms pull you into him, torsos pressed together, and he’s kissing you. It’s like a missing link in a chain you hadn’t realized was broken, and you allow your hands to drape over his shoulders. You can feel him trembling slightly as he deepens the kiss. 

“You okay?” you murmur against his lips. 

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” he answers, ducking his head behind his curtain of hair. “Guess ‘m just a little freaked out that this is really happening.”

A smile twitches at the corners of your mouth, and you lace your fingers with his. 

“Good.”

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#🥺 this is cute i love him #ficrecs

[munsonslove]

this is very very sweet thank you so much 💕💕

I’ve seen some of the writers I enjoy say they are taking a break bc of people being shitty or rude or overbearing and I just wanted to take a few to give my appreciation to a couple of my favorites I found over the last year

@trashmouth-richie @bettyfrommars @luveline @munson-blurbs @munsonslove @pinkrelish @newlips @ghost-proofbaby @oneforthemunny

Just to name a few, but there are many, many more…

I might not be the best at reposting or liking or whatever(I’m old and not the most teach savy😅) but I really enjoy the worlds you guys create and give me an escape to 😊

#i wanna try to be better about writing but everything happens so much ya know #but this is really nice of you so ty

[munsonslove]

yeah bro it's a character study. the 2 thousand words of blowjob is vital to the study of the character

#the 2nd one is meeeeeeeeeee

[munsonslove]

hey jade baby if you feel up for it, i'd love some good old fashioned eddie fluff. just him and r being so dumb and lovesick would heal me 😭

hope this is OK, thank u for requesting! fem!reader, 1k

It's not often you'll allow yourself the indulgence that comes with sitting on Eddie's lap. He'd been laying there with a book open on his chest for an hour or so, foot bobbing gently to music while you got ready for bed. 

He's a one and done kind of guy, scrubbing, brushing his teeth in the shower. You take things slower. It's nice to sit at the bottom of his bed with your toner and your moisturiser, hand occasionally straying to his calf as you apply. 

When you finish, you look him over with an unrushed affection, just thinking about him. Him and you, how he makes you so, so happy. How gentle he can be. How fun. 

You climb over his lap and sit down carefully. One leg on either side of him, weight on his lap. He looks up from his book, jaw soft, hair a damp mess of curls around his head. 

"Hey," he says, smiling. 

"Hey." 

"You look very soft," he says. He raises a hand to test it out for himself, fingertips gliding down your cheek. "You are soft." 

You hum happily and lean down to rub your cheek against his. He closes his book, wrapping his arms around your back without ceremony but not without love. His arms feel strong. It's a cliche and it's true. His forearm stretched over your shoulder, his bicep muscle rigid against your side, he's steel-armed as he holds you to him, rubbing his cheek up into yours. 

"Nobody tells you about this part of getting a girlfriend." 

"Wrestling?" you joke. 

"The quiet nights. Why does nobody talk about how awesome it is to get to do nothing with someone?" 

"I guess doing nothing sounds boring." 

"We have all these photos of the places we've been but we spend way more time together. We should take a photo, could we?" 

"Yeah, we can take a photo. I think it's because we get to do this all the time, but the concerts and stuff are once in a blue moon," you say, "they're special. That's why we take loads of photos there." 

"This is special to me," he says.

You give him a soft kiss. "Me too."

"Where's the camera?" 

Eddie leans off the bed to search for the camera from the nightstand drawer. It's a kodak disposable he must've nearly filled with photos of you both together. You love getting them developed to see how many bad photos you've taken. Mistimed poses, ugly kisses, smiles in flashes so bright you can't see his nose. "You gonna kiss my cheek?" he asks. 

"I always kiss your cheek. You kiss mine," you suggest, sliding down next to him on the sheets to lay on your side. You look up at his arm as he raises the camera. 

"I like how it feels," he says. He presses his lips to your cheek. 

You try to smile nicely at the camera. Eddie presses the button. The flash blinks and blinds you, prompting a laugh as you turn your face to him and almost break his nose. 

Eddie gives you a second kiss for your bravery. "We need another one."

"What for?" 

"For me. 'Cos I want it."

You wrap a hand around his neck, smushing your cheeks together. "We do look nice together." 

Eddie readjusts his face by yours. You can feel the moment he smiles, his hair tickling your neck. His free hand looks for yours and you twine your fingers together. Like his arms, his hands are firm, strong. Smooth palms, callused fingertips from obsessive guitar playing for days at a time, his thumb the same, but always really gentle as he strokes over the ridges of your knuckles. He holds your hand and you know you're with someone who loves you.

"Say cheese," he says. 

You smile with teeth. Eddie does the same. 

"Ugly one?" he asks. 

"I think I just took one." 

He grabs your face and pulls it to his lips, nose tip bent and lips eager to put your statement to bed. "Never," he says, kissing the same spot, two, three times in a row. "You can't take an ugly photo. S'impossible." 

You relax into his touch and let yourself be kissed. "What are we gonna do for the ugly one?" you ask. 

"Finish big. Tongues out, for sure." 

He sticks out his tongue, you put up bunny ears behind his head, and you're having so much fun you don't realise the pages of his paperback getting crushed between you both until Eddie's trying to nose at your neck and a thick tearing sound rings like a bang. 

"Oh, shit," you say, trying to gauge his reaction.

"Can't be helped," he decides, grabbing the book and setting it on the nightstand with the camera, turning a blind eye to the cover as it flops onto the floor. "Come here, I haven't kissed you all day." 

"You kissed me ten seconds ago," you say, soft, knowing exactly what kind of stunt he's about to pull.

"It feels like days," he says, in the tone of someone who knows he's being cheesily romantic, rolling in bed so he can rest his chest on top of yours. 

His hair blocks the light, and his face takes up your entire view. Your hand climbs up his chest slowly, riding the curve of his shoulder to his neck, your index finger tapping his jaw. 

When you're with him like this, you feel just like he said he feels. All these quiet moments are special. More so when he drops down to give you a kiss, holding your face in two loving hands.

#fic recs #crying brb

[munsonslove]

bestie i owe you my life 😩

having the day from hell ignore the fact that my day ended 30 minutes ago. i need some fic recs does anyone have anything good i need a distraction

#mythicrambles

[munsonslove]

having the day from hell ignore the fact that my day ended 30 minutes ago. i need some fic recs does anyone have anything good i need a distraction

#mythicrambles

[munsonslove]

#top tier torso x

#OWO????? #gifs

[munsonslove]

sorry to be annoying but i just feel like venting. anyways. my anxiety is so fucking bad lately like for 80% of the day i’m just trying to breathe and get my heart rate down and stop crying. this used to only really happen when i left the house but now i’ll just be chilling in my room and an anxiety attack hits me outta fucking no where. i can’t fucking sleep i’ll be awake for days cause i can’t chill tf out, and i’ll take like 50mg of melatonin and it won’t do anything. i’m literally so miserable i don’t know what to do

#mythicrambles

[munsonslove]

I’ve kinda been obsessing over a WASP song recently. A lot of WASP’s music is a bit kinky. I was listening to Sleeping in the Fire, and those lyrics are a bit more sensual or passionate. But my mind took those lyrics and ran with them.

You know the scene in titanic where Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet do it in the back of that car under the ship? I envisioned something like that, but with you and Eddie, with Sleeping in the Fire playing in the background.

Just picture it: you and Eddie are in the back of his van. It’s late at night, and he drives you out to a secluded spot where you can see the stars clearly. You both hot boxed the shit out of Eddie’s van and then have the door slid open to let fresh air in. Eddie likely has a mattress or a small loveseat in the back of his van that you’re both relaxing on, with a WASP cassette playing on his wireless boombox. You hear those opening chords to Sleeping in the Fire, the dramatic vocals, the sensual lyrics, and you’re so close to him that you can feel his breath on your face, which gives you both the overwhelming urge to kiss. You decide to fuck around a find out by placing kisses on his fingertips while looking up him through your eyelashes, which Eddie cannot resist. He gives you a tender kiss on the lips, but it doesn’t take long for him to lay you down and hover over you, as things to get more urgent and hot. It was only a matter of time before the two of you would finally hook up.

It sorta played like a music video in my head. Do you ever do that?

sorry you sent this a couple days ago but i haven’t really been on tumblr that much cause life is crazy hectic rn so i’m just seeing it now (i actually saw it last night right before going to bed so the last thing i did was listen to that song for the first time in my life and yeah it’s p sexy so thanks for that lmao)

but absoLUTELY like all i do is listen to songs and think about kissing fictional characters. why would i try to talk to a real human person that’s ridiculous

okay and this song is such a good one to listen with eddie in the back of his van. like already the idea of sneaking out late and having him help you climb out your window, then drive you out into the woods or just like some parking lot somewhere (middle of nowhere suburban america has its charm in romance sometimes ig) and y’all are just vibing and jamming to music, and something changes and something happens and neither of you can resist anymore, and you’re not even really sure what it was that sparked this courage but you’re just kissing him before you even realize what your doing

anyway i’m a hopeless romantic (and a slut) so i think about these things plenty

ooo but i read a fic for a dif fandom recently where reader kissed the fingertips of the other person one by one and i was just like. kill me im too baby for this. the way that author described them reacting to that show of affection and picturing how eddie would react has my heart so soft

#ask

[munsonslove]

listening to the music eddie would like for “research” purposes is so weird cause my dad and uncle were huge metalheads and my mom and aunt loved rock music so everything that he would’ve liked is shit that i thought was lame when i was a kid cause they would play it at family gatherings/around the house

like i’ll go to judas priest’s spotify and hit shuffle and i’m like oh i know this song…….. i thought i was stupid when i was 8

#mythicrambles #trying to write but i have no motivation cause my depression and anxiety is kicking my ass gang rise up #they’re not bad songs i like them now i just wanted to listen to the jonas brothers back then

[munsonslove]

When y’all are writing is there ever a point when you’re like “if someone does not lose their mind over this specific bit right here then what am I even doing?”

#srsly

[munsonslove]

Five Times (part one: 1-3)

(18+ only)

summary: A stressful day at work leads to Eddie promising to make you cum over and over until your head is empty.

wordcount: 4.7k

tags/warnings: fem!sub!reader, dom!Eddie, established relationship, smut, dumbification, degradation, praise kink, choking, spitting in mouth, hair pulling, biting, squirting, overstim, dacryphilia, fingering (fem receiving), oral (fem receiving), he’s kinda mean in this but like in a you want him to be a lil mean to you way not like he’s an actual asshole way

a/n: listen. i’ve had a very stressful year and the idea of just being allowed to be dumb and not have to worry about anything is very appealing. part 2 with more smut to come...

Today marked the one month anniversary since your (well deserved) promotion. You could finally say with confidence that your career was more than just taking notes and getting coffee for those in higher up positions. Still, this growth came with hard work, late nights, stress, and snide remarks from the men at the office who chalked your success up to low cut shirts worn around the boss. Which is ridiculous cause you’re not even sure that man had ever seen your clavicle, much less any cleavage.

Thankfully, this stress subsided by your wonderful relationship. Although Eddie loved and respected you, he knew that sometimes the responsibilities of adult life weighed on you like a million tons. He genuinely thought you were one of the smartest and most impressive people he’s ever met, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t give you what you needed. And what you needed was an escape from the overthinking and worrying- permission to turn your brain off and give yourself over to pleasure. 

There was a tell you subconsciously gave when your psyche craved that escape: when you pass through the entranceway of your shared home and Eddie comes to welcome you at the door, instead of greeting him with a smile and hug, you simply keep your arms limp at your sides as you collapse into him and bury your face in his neck.

That’s precisely how your arrival happened this evening, and Eddie wasted no time in wrapping his arms around you as he tenderly kissed your temple and led you to the bedroom. Along the way, he spoke no words as he helped you strip yourself of the restricting uniform of your day to day life. Heels are abandoned at the front door, a few feet from them a discarded blazer, then a little farther down the hallway was a crumpled pile of nylon that was once stockings. 

Now inside the room, Eddie sat you down on the edge of the mattress as his nimble fingers undid the buttons of your blouse and unhooked your slightly-too-tight underwire bra. Once your top half was completely bare, you laid back and lifted your hips up so that he could slide your skirt and panties down your legs in one quick motion.

As you settled into bed and got comfortable, Eddie tossed the worn clothes to the side and looked down at you with dark eyes. After flashing a crooked grin, he climbed onto the bed and rested on his knees. Kneeling before you, he starts laughing quietly.

“Well, well, well,” he whispered, mostly to himself. “Look at this pretty little prize I have all to myself.”

He didn’t permit any talking yet, so you remain silent. Instead, you laid there in anticipation while waiting impatiently for his next move. His calloused fingers leave goosebumps in their wake as he trails them from your belly button to your waist. When they reach the end of their journey, his hands suddenly grip with determination as he moves you how he pleases. Your body is pliant and powerless while he arranges you the way he needs you to be, something that he is glaringly proud about.

“You’re tired of pretending, aren’t you? Pretending you’re not my mindless little doll?” he murmurs with a smirk, and your thighs instinctively twitch to shut from the wave of arousal his tone sends through you. “Well, I doubt I could fuck the stupid out of you, but I can try.”

His assured, unwavering certainty was soul shattering. What once was hesitant enthusiasm is now teetering on full blown alarm when memories flood your brain of your doting boyfriend nearly bruising your pelvis from the valor he exhibited in washing away your bad days with orgasms. That turning in your stomach only heightened your senses, pulling feeble whimpers out of you with embarrassingly minimal contact. 

“My pretty girl,” he tutted with a mischievous lilt. “Need me to turn that brain off, huh? How about you let me play with you?”

You nod in response as the butterflies in your stomach turn violent and almost make you feel sick. Finally, all thoughts of whether or not paperwork was filled out correctly and filed in the right places are gone, and the only thing you can think of is Eddie’s burning hot touch on your skin.

“Wha’sa matter? Can’t use your big girl words?” he asks, slurring a bit as the lust clouds his senses. “That’s alright, I’ll do all the talking. Just focus on turning off that brain,” his voice is now growing low and raspy, and you feel his fingers twitching on your waist as he resists the itch to touch you. “That’s what you’re best at, isn’t it? Being my sweet, dumb girl. The only thing you’re good at is being a drooly little mess for me.”

What he’s saying should be demeaning, but it only makes you more turned on. His grip loosens as his fingernails scratch their way down toward your center. When he reaches your mound, just above your slickened lips, he slows down. Obviously, he wants to make you desperate enough that he can watch you squirm.

“Nnngh,” you whine, exasperated. “Eddie, please…”

“Needy fucking slut,” he chastises, but his eyes reveal more amusement than authority. He has to hold back the huff of laughter that threatens its way up his throat as he continues. “You’re gonna wait like the good girl I know you are. You wanna know how I know?”

Your eyebrows pinch together as you try to not cry from the frustration, and you make a small humming noise while shrugging your shoulders.

“Because,” he starts as his fingers finally make contact with your aching cunt. They slide easily along your folds, causing a choked gasp in reaction from you. “Only good girls have wet pussies like this. That’s my proof- good girls have wet, dripping pussies. And you’re always dripping for me, aren’t you, princess?”

“Mhm,” you agree as your legs open wider. The amount of concentration it takes to not buck your hips into his touch is overwhelming, but you manage to bear it. “Oh, please Eds. Need it so bad.”

“I know you do, sweetheart,” he cooed patronizingly, leaving one short peck between your furrowed brows. “But do you deserve it?”

Your toes are starting to cramp by the force they’re curling in with. “I- I think I-“

“You don’t think, you obey,” he corrects sternly, cutting off your stuttering. “You’re a brainless toy for me to use, don’t you know that?”

“Yes, yes I know,” you moan while nodding your head harder, hoping that your compliance will make him want to speed up his process.

Your plan succeeds, but not as much as you’d ideally hope. Eddie’s curious touches migrate from skimming up and down your slit to rubbing at the very top, effectively granting your clit just enough pressure to have you wanting more. A few stray tears fall from their ducts out of relief, and velvet soft lips wipe the moisture away before you even detected it. The rough pad of his middle finger glides smoothly around the bud thanks to your wetness- pushing it up, down, and side to side with ease. His other hand is pressed flat against the inside of your thigh, both holding your legs open and occasionally caressing comfortingly.

“This cute little button needed some attention, did it? Are you happy now? Done being a whiny fucking brat?” he asks, chuckling mockingly. You’re writhing and sighing, almost too distracted to respond, but you do manage to nod your head. Eddie’s not satisfied with your wordless answer.

“Getting dumber already?” he goes on to add, and his hand freezes between your legs. “I asked you a question, silly girl.” Though trying to portray total control, you can tell he’s suppressing a smile.

“Y- yes!” you supply shakily, your stutter making your panic apparent. “I’m s- sorry. I’m done being a br- brat.”

Eddie tsks three times, as if scolding a pet. The implication of that has you shuddering once again. His hand continues its ministrations. “And what do we say, hmm?”

“Thank you!” you gasp out as his pressure and speed both increase. “Oh, thank you.” Your calves tremble, despite how still you’re trying to keep them. 

“God, look how messy this little hole is for me. She’s fucking begging for my fingers. I think she’s gonna cum real fast, how ‘bout you?” he asks, his eyes glazing over as he languidly strokes your sensitive clit. “Stay still now, baby.”

But it’s impossible to not squirm as Eddie pinches and rolls the nub between his fingers. He’s ruthless and tooth-rottingly sweet all at once. You wriggle in his hold, your muscles jerking of their own accord, rutting your hips into his expert touch. Weight pushes you deeper into the mattress, forcing you to still- per his previous instructions.

“I know, princess, I know,” he comforts. “It’s hard to follow orders when your brain is so empty. Just keep those pretty eyes on me. You can at least do that, can’t you?”

You fight to not let your heavy eyelids flutter shut. It’s a struggle, but Eddie’s eyes being laser focused on yours makes it slightly easier. As he continues rubbing your clit so perfectly, his other hand moves to cradle your jaw. His thick thumb frees your bottom lip from where it was trapped between your teeth, and breaks the barrier into your more than willing mouth. He presses down on your tongue, just far back enough to slightly trigger your gag reflex but careful to not cause too much discomfort. Then his hand retreats, breaking the trance that had you fixated on his hypnotic gaze. 

You whimper a weak protest as your tongue extends over your chin and attempts to follow his fingers. This effort brings your head a couple inches off the pillow, only to have it slammed back down when he unexpectedly grabs your throat. The cool metal of his rings are a stark contrast to your heated skin. With his palm now pushing into your windpipe, you let out a puff of air in shock and wrap your hands around his wrists. 

“What’s wrong, baby? Can’t breathe?” he asks, but the way he says it suggests that he doesn’t actually care. He’s clearly enjoying the way you’re currently clawing at his forearm.

You try to plead for mercy, but can’t find the power to form a sentence beyond weak gasps for air. All you can do is try to blink away the blur in your vision as your head gets hazier and hazier.

He responds with a merciless laugh, then loosens his grip just enough to allow oxygen to enter your lungs once more before leaning forward and spitting into your still open mouth without warning. The force of it hits your tongue and causes his spit to splatter onto the roof of your mouth. You can’t help the volume of the broken moan that involuntarily leaves you. You also can’t help the way your hips buck up- making his fingers slip from your clit, which only turns your satisfied groan into a distressed whine.

“Poor thing,” he hums while putting on a faux-sympathetic pout, his lower lip jutting out sarcastically and his eyebrows upturning. 

He leans down to gently kiss your cheek, so light and quick that you barely even feel it. All you can focus on is his weight on top of you, chest pressed to yours with his arm wedged in between so that he can continue lazily toying with your clit, much to your relief. Eddie’s nose trails along your cheekbone until his hot, humid breath is tickling your ear. Lips move against your earlobe as he whispers his next words.

“Do you even realize how fucking pathetic you look right now?” he asks. “You probably don’t care though. Too much of a desperate fucking slut. Say it.”

“I’m a desperate slut,” you immediately comply.

The hand being used to lightly choke you breaks contact for a moment, only long enough for Eddie to push himself up onto his knees, before returning to its place on your neck. From there, he can comfortably look down at you while he continues to squeeze your neck and bring you closer to orgasm.

He grins at you like he’s proud, eyes wet and sentimental. It almost sounds loving the way he says, “That’s right. My desperate slut.”

Everything’s gone fuzzy. Any outside stimulant other than the man on top of you can’t reach your senses. It was like the two of you were covered in a heavy blanket, instead of being in the cool open air of your shared bedroom. The rest of the world felt so distant- a million miles away- that you couldn’t even remember any of the stresses that were previously bothering you. The pressure Eddie is applying to your throat isn’t tight enough to drastically affect your airflow anymore, so he and you both know that this is just the natural effect he has on you.

“Are you there so soon? I’ve already rubbed your mind away?” He sounds almost disappointed as he shakes his head disapprovingly. “We just started. Why do you have to be such a greedy whore?”

You know he’s just playing into his role. You know he doesn’t really mean it, and that he’s only trying to help ease you more into the headspace you crave so badly. But still, you feel the overwhelming urge to do whatever it takes for him to call you a good girl.

“I’m sorry. I can hold it,” you try to assure, without being entirely sure that it’s the truth. The tightness in your stomach is growing at an alarming rate.

“Don’t bother,” he tells you, sarcastically exaggerating a bored sigh. “What, you didn’t think I was gonna let you off that easy, did you? Surely even you aren’t that dumb.” His face leans dangerously close to yours as he emphasizes that last ‘you’, and his voice turns low and threatening. “I’m gonna make you cum a minimum of five times tonight, might as well get one over with now.”

And with that guarantee, you feel the dam break. He never even got around to fingering you, but you had a suspicion that that was next on the list. Rough kneading at your breast and lips once again attaching themself to your pulse point is what tipped you off that he had finally released your throat. Your head was thrown back- giving his mouth easy access- and your knees bent as your thighs squeezed together tight, trapping him there. Though, the quiet sound of your breathy moans and beauty of your scrunched up face made him want to stay there forever, so he personally wouldn’t describe it as ‘trapped’. 

“Good girl,” he growls, sounding crazed and cruel. “Look so cute like this. Sound so cute too. Like a fucking pathetic slut.”

His left hand began pinching at your nipples while the right’s movement on your clit remained throughout the duration of your climax, not ending until teary begging for him to stop alerted him to your overstimulation. He decided to allow you a moment to breathe, but only briefly. As your chest rises and deflates rapidly, your earlier suspicion proved true. Eddie’s vow of at least five orgasms was no empty promise, it was an oath. His middle finger slid eagerly down your puffy lips until reaching your entrance, where you promptly stopped him.

“Eddie, wait!” you exclaim, pushing his still determined hands away and attempting to cover your mound with your own. “I can’t cum again so soon!”

He outright scoffs at that, finally tearing his attention away from the area you’re pointlessly failing to defend to stare at you incredulously. “Now princess, we both know that’s not true. Who are you trying to fool?”

To an outsider this might seem mean, but you know that one utterance of your safeword would have Eddie’s dominance melting away in an instant. Truthfully, his dedication to ruin you with a second orgasm so closely followed by the first only excited you more- something that is no secret to him. You were still nervous about what he was going to do to you though, and this was made apparent from the way you crossed one ankle over the other- effectively shielding yourself from his touch.

“Aw, is someone shy?” he asked, feigning sympathy. You nod, but it’s ineffective at changing his mind. “I don’t care. Spread your legs.”

You didn’t set out to follow his order so willingly. His brash way of speaking had your body moving without any input from your brain, shifting each ankle to opposite sides of the mattress and baring yourself to him unabashedly despite your inner modesty.

“You’re mean,” you complained with an exaggerated frown, downplaying the rush of wanting that soared through you.

“Yeah?” he snickered as his hand returned to its spot between your legs, coating the slick from your previous orgasm on his fingers before forcing them deep inside you all at once. “Well you’re wet.”

Without warning, the two middle fingers of his right hand bury themselves to the hilt before curling upward, expertly finding their favorite spot inside you within seconds. The small band on his ring finger pushed past the threshold of your opening, entering into you. It was insultingly obvious the way you could differentiate the cool, smooth metal from his warm, rough skin. You could even feel the ridge where bare skin now became shielded by silver jewelry. That bump and the sensations it caused on your sensitive inner walls were so addicting. The intensity was almost too much to brave, but after all this time you trusted Eddie to know your limits even better than you did. 

His free hand finds purchase on your waist, holding firmly as if to silently instruct you to stay still. Whispered curses slip through your gritted teeth, and they only slightly assist you in enduring the direct targeting of your g-spot. While you couldn’t see his expression, you had a feeling the sight of you wiping away the water pooling at your eyes was only stirring Eddie more.

“Keep crying,” he says, trying to sound intimidating but unable to keep the fondness out of his voice. “Not that it’ll get you anywhere, but you look real pretty crying under me.”

“Please, please I wanna-“ you start, only to be interrupted by your own abrupt gasp when he begins moving. He’s pumping in and out of you at a pace that- while not slow- he’s well aware won’t be enough.

“Christ, do you hear yourself? ‘P-p-p-please,” he mocks, mimicking your expression. His condescending tone lacked any compassion, despite the grin that betrayed his features afterwards.

“Please, Eddie,” you try again, hoping that he’ll hear your overwhelming lust and take pity. “I wanna cum on your cock.”

“Oh? What happened to ‘I can’t cum again’, hm?” he asks. He does seem to feel a little sorry for his teasing, however, seeing as he hastens to what he’s discovered in the past to be the perfect tempo for you. “You’ll get my cock when I say you can have my cock and you’ll be grateful.”

All you’re able to do is nod in agreement, being far too weakened to fight back anymore. Eddie’s perfect aim has his fingers finding your g-spot with each forward lunge of his arm, and it’s barreling you toward another orgasm far too quickly. The muscles in your neck move involuntarily, and you steal one last glance at your lover before your head is thrown back completely. He’s watching you, eyes wide with adoration- which would fill your heart if past experiences didn’t tell you that meant for a very long night (and a very sore morning). 

The crown of your skull is flat on the pillow beneath your head as a long guttural groan escapes from somewhere deep within. Your fated second climax of the night shows no remorse, stealing all the breath from your lungs and leaving your legs shaking. Eddie also lacks remorse, his fingers never losing speed as your walls clench around them. Arousal gushed over his hand and onto the sheets, leaving a sticky mess that you were too gone to care about. His comforting touch settles over your spasming diaphragm in an halfhearted attempt to help calm you after you start to thrash, but the way he drags your orgasm out with quite a few more thrusts than necessary proves how much he is enjoying this.

“There you go, princess,” he purrs. “Feel all of it, you deserve it.”

It was like your body had become too tight, cramping your stomach from the strong contractions. Simultaneously, it was also as if you were exploding out of your goosebump-littered skin. While somewhat sensing the strain of your vocal chords, you couldn't recognize the voice echoing profanity throughout the room. All you could manage to focus on was the sound of Eddie coaxing you through your comedown, his usual baritone barely audible as he shushed you and stroked your hair.

“Catch your breath baby, nice and slow. We’re not done yet,” he murmured softly, the devious glint in his eyes returning when his promise sent an obvious shiver down your spine.

“Such a good little slut,” he praised, “Probably have no idea how fucking hard you’re making me right now. Don’t have much ideas about anything, really, other than how bad you wanna be fucked stupid.”

“So bad,” you agreed, barely able to comprehend what was being said to you. “So, so bad.”

Confusion floods you when he rolls his eyes at your response. There’s a quiet muttering coming from his moving lips, something sounding like ‘... -proving my point,’ but you’re too caught up in the way he closes the distance between his and your mouths.

Time stills as you allow his kiss to absorb you and melt your mind. You’re not sure exactly how long it took until he determined that you were ready for more, but you suspected that he was purposely granting you time to recover before enacting his next course of action (ever the gentleman no matter how inexplicably turned on him disrespecting you made you feel). He kissed you breathless until that ache in your bones returned, the need for him coming back in full force. After what could have been minutes or hours, Eddie parted from your still desperate body.

He pushed himself off of you leisurely before positioning you horizontally across the bed. Hands sank into the dip of your waist, seizing both sides of your torso and dragging your pelvis to the very edge of the mattress. Then, he fell to his knees on the carpet and hooked your legs over his shoulders. His arms wrap around from the underside of your thighs, holding them in place and leaving no room for resistance. Now that he had you exactly how he wanted you, he mouthed at the delicate skin of your inner thighs- gentle nips and kisses to the left before switching and unexpectedly biting down on the flesh of the right. You yelp at the unexpected sting, and though he was careful not to draw blood, there will surely be a darkened mark replicating the shape of his canines there the next day.

“Is my girl ready for number three?” he asks, smiling up at you looking entirely too sure of himself, yet somehow remaining endearing. “Gonna drain what little is left inside that pretty head. Gonna make you lose some IQ points.”

You’re now completely engulfed in euphoria, the natural high from an overproduction of hormones in your brain is incomparable to any substance you’ve sampled before. While still distracted trying to control your smiling in this loopy state, Eddie takes the opportunity to catch you by surprise. He licks a long stripe up your glistening sex, spanning from your leaking hole to your swollen clit.

Ditzy giggles are interrupted by a choked gasp, and the bed sheets loosen from the corners when your hands grasp at them and pull. This reaction produces a smirk from the man between your legs. You feel his lips stretch wide, the movement slightly lifting your clitoral hood and allowing access for his teeth to scrape against the sensitive bundle of nerves underneath. It’s too much, and you instinctively try to scoot backwards, only to be reminded that he’s holding you in place. Though obviously aware of your attempts to escape his busy mouth, he shows no signal that he plans to ease up. 

His technique shifts from long flat licks into stiffening the very tip of his tongue and flicking it back and forth over your clit. He keeps this up until you’re squirming under him, only to relax his tongue once more and allow the muscle to melt against your center. It’s messy and uncalculated, and you can feel his drool dripping down over your ass and wetting the sheets even more. You’re not surprised the simple act of eating you out has Eddie salivating, he’s been obsessed with getting his mouth on you whenever possible since the beginning of your relationship. In fact, for those first few months, it was pretty much a guarantee that he would cum in his pants like a teenager anytime he gave you head.

Like a psychic, Eddie moves away from your clit right as the build up begins. But before you can whine any complaints, he starts fucking his tongue in and out of your hole. When you look down at him through hooded eyes you’re almost shocked at the sight of him completely engrossed in your pussy, his cheeks covered in your wetness with eyes screwed shut. The underside of his nose and his chin press harshly against you as he tries to push his tongue out as far as it’ll go.

He’s moaning into you, clearly enjoying the taste. For a brief moment you feel slightly jealous, wishing to have him in your mouth as well. You forget all envy, however, when he pushes further into you and shakes his head left to right, the vibrations from his moans present as ever.

The force with which his fingers dig into your flesh is sure to bruise the fat of your thighs, but you don’t notice the burn it’s causing until after being released. He looks up at you through his lashes and you watch as his tongue leaves your hole. With a devilish glare, he spits harshly directly on your clit before returning to licking and sucking it, the entire time his eyes never moving from your face. One arm unwraps itself from around your thigh so that he can extend out his pointer and middle fingers before plunging them into you. The other hand disappears to where your eyes can’t follow- but given how his moans picked up in ferocity, you were certain about what he was doing. Not only did his palming of himself make him louder, but it had his tongue pulsating against you and shoving you further over the edge to your orgasm. 

All hope of lasting longer was lost when he curled his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion, forgoing fucking them in and out to instead massage the spongy spot inside you. This, coupled with the way his lips were now focused on suckling your clit, had you tugging at his curls while you yelled out in pleasure.

This many orgasms so quickly after one another was slightly painful, but in a confusing way that only made you crave him inside you even more. Using your grip on his hair to yank him off of you, you sit up to see him on his knees with a crazed look in his eyes. His entire lower face from his nose down was glistening with the combination of your cum and his drool, and the sheets beneath where you sat didn’t feel any dryer.

“God, baby,” he groans, his voice completely wrecked with lust, “please tell me you don’t need a minute, cause I’m about to bust right now.”

Now that you’re not laying down, you’re able to peer over the edge of the mattress and see his hand at work, rubbing harshly over the zipper of his jeans to try and offer any sense of relief.

“I’m ready, Eds,” you pant out while nodding, still needing to catch your breath.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things fanfic #stranger things smut

[munsonslove]

Can you pretty please do a part 2 for Polaroids, I'm DYING FOR IT

pls don’t die i promise i’ll write it soon!!!

rn i’m trying to finish a fic that i started ages ago then gave up on, so hopefully i actually get through it this time and then i’ll start on a part 2 💕💕

#ask

[munsonslove]

tumblr is dumb and i cant reply to replies from a sideblog but to the person who asked about a part 2 (and anyone else who might want one) i’m not sure yet if i will make this have multiple parts but like if y’all really want it i might

Polaroids

(18+ only)

summary: As Eddie settles in to enjoy some “alone time”, he finds a little present you left behind for him.

wordcount: 2.4k

tags/warnings: fem!reader, smut, friends to lovers (kinda), male masturbation

a/n: sorry i haven’t posted in so long life is just one thing after the fucking other ya know? i made a kofi if you wanna help out. i’m gonna try to find the motivation to write more, thank you all for sticking with me <3

With a soft click, the garage sale lamp on Eddie’s bedside table flickers to life, illuminating his messy roomy in a dim flickering glow. It’s not the most efficient light source, but it’ll suffice for the nighttime activities he has planned.

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[munsonslove]

Polaroids

(18+ only)

summary: As Eddie settles in to enjoy some "alone time", he finds a little present you left behind for him.

wordcount: 2.4k

tags/warnings: fem!reader, smut, friends to lovers (kinda), male masturbation

a/n: sorry i haven’t posted in so long life is just one thing after the fucking other ya know? i made a kofi if you wanna help out. i’m gonna try to find the motivation to write more, thank you all for sticking with me <3

With a soft click, the garage sale lamp on Eddie’s bedside table flickers to life, illuminating his messy roomy in a dim flickering glow. It’s not the most efficient light source, but it’ll suffice for the nighttime activities he has planned.

Although he feels a small amount of shame toward the way that he’s undeniably objectifying one of his best friends, he can’t help the effect that you have on him. It was bad enough that you were jaw-droppingly beautiful, funny, kind, and into all the same stuff as he was. But to make matters worse, on top of all that you were a damn tease. 

You were over earlier that day, showing up unexpectedly at his door, strutting into his domain without even knocking first. He was ready to yell out his half-hearted complaints concerning privacy before he realized it was you. At which point he shot straight up into a sitting position and did a quick once over of his floor to make sure he didn’t have anything embarrassing laying about.

Wayne had let you in, and Eddie hadn’t heard due to the blasting volume of his radio. After the initial shock of you standing before him in the flesh (when merely seconds before he was imagining your flesh under very different circumstances) he noticed the dampness of your hair and the way your shirt clung to your body, accentuating the tempting softness he wished to leave his handprints all over. You told him about your day- how you had gone to the lake with some of your friends, and how you can’t go home without showering first because you were supposed to be out “studying”.

While explaining the reason behind your impromptu visit, you kicked off your sandals and began brazenly rifling through his dresser drawers for clothes to steal, finding an old Judas Priest t-shirt and a pair of boxers. Before he can even begin to ask how you plan to go home in a pair of men’s boxers and not be questioned, he’s being dragged by his sleeve out of his room over to the bathroom door, before having it shut in his exasperated face (much to the amusement of his uncle, who at this point was accustomed to your antics). He waited, and a moment later you cracked open the door just enough to slip your arm outside, handing him your discarded clothes reeking of dirty lake water.

You knew the washing machine hookup was busted. He knew you knew, and he knew that you knew he would drive to the laundromat without complaint as long as you asked him in that sweet voice of yours. After taking the bundle of clothes from you (and blushing at the matching set of bra and panties), he grabbed his keys and walked out the door- the sound of water running making his mind wander to the way you were naked in his trailer right now, soaping yourself up to eventually change into his clothes and wait for him in his room.

When Eddie returned home eight quarters poorer, the shower was turned off and there was muted music playing from behind his closed door. He entered to find you lazily laid on your stomach as you flipped through his copy of Lord of the Rings with your knees bent and feet swinging in the air behind you. You ignored his presence, but Eddie was well aware that you were only doing so because you loved to mess with him. So, in retaliation, he chucked each article of clothing onto you one by one- your bra landing on top of your head and blocking your view of the book.

You laughed on your way out, and it sounded so beautiful that he ended up missing the teasing remark you must have made that caused you to shoot a wink in his direction.

The bathroom door opened and closed, signaling that you were once again undressing yourself not ten feet from where Eddie was standing. This thought left behind a goofy smile on his face- which dropped like a rock in water when his eyes roamed over the items on top of his dresser.

There sat a magazine from a growing collection he had started at age sixteen- one of his favorite and most used additions. Inside was a page dog-eared, and if flipped open the reader would be greeted by the sight of a model who looked suspiciously like the girl currently changing in the other room. Same skin tone, hair color and style, eye color, body shape, even similar facial features. And just to further take away any plausible deniability, the adjacent page featured a polaroid of you laughing in the back of Eddie’s van taped over the article.

Surely if he had been found out you would have said something, right? But there was no way you didn’t see it when you were searching for something to wear. Thankfully everything seemed normal, so most likely you noticed the cover and decided to let it be and not investigate further. To air on the safe side, the magazine ended up shoved between the mattress and box spring, hidden out of sight.

The rest of the evening passed uneventfully. You came back in your original outfit and spent a couple more hours hanging out before hitching a ride home with Wayne when he had to leave for his shift at the plant. After the hum of the engine faded away, not much time passed before Eddie made up his mind to indulge in his most guilty pleasure.

The bed creaks as he eases himself off of it, harshly breaking the quiet peacefulness of the night. After lifting the mattress, he snatches the evidence that was hidden away only a short while ago. Then, he flops back down into a lying position before rolling onto his side and propping his head up with his left hand. Setting the magazine down, he unties the drawstring of his sweatpants, his cock already hardening in anticipation of what his body knows is to come. His fingertip trails along the edge of the cover, finding the dog-eared corner. Not wasting any more time, he turns to that page.

What he sees nearly stops his heart.

The polaroid of you laughing was still there- he can see a sliver of it peeking out from the side. However, freshly taped over it was a new picture. One obviously taken earlier that evening.

Eddie only realizes he’s stopped breathing when his chest starts to hurt, and quickly gasps for air as he frantically sits up, causing the pornography to fall to the floor. All the blood in his head rushes lower, need pulsing deep within his lower abdomen. There’s no way he saw what he thinks he saw, but there’s also no way he could mistake it.

Looking over to the shelf revealed that the camera was indeed no longer where he had last left it. In fact, it was closer than before- innocently placed on Eddie’s nightstand right next to a roll of scotch-tape.  With his erection now uncomfortably straining against fabric and begging to be released from the confines of his pants, he picks the magazine back up from where it had landed with shaky hands.

Right there, taped dead center of the page, was a picture of you. Your face deceivingly demure with a glint of lust in your eyes and your lower lip bitten between your teeth, as you lay on the very same bed Eddie sits on currently. Hair strewn about, a halo behind your head, fitting for the image of an angel he was entranced by.

The shirt- his shirt- that you were wearing was raised above your clavicle, and the arm not holding the camera was across your rib cage. It perfectly and strategically lifted your breasts and pressed them together, showcasing your perky nipples and the soft supple flesh that Eddie had only ever seen before in his dreams.

He can’t believe it- can’t believe that you… but it’s not like you could have done this by mistake. You wanted him to find this, and you wanted him to find it while he was already preparing to touch himself to the thought of you.

Ripping the photo from the page and tossing the magazine to the side (he won’t need the model’s help this time) he lays down on his back and holds it with two hands as if it were the most fragile thing in the world. You stare back at him, unblinking and still but no less beautiful than ever. He feels like a pervert. But again, the only reason he even had this picture was because you wanted him to have it. So, pushing away any lingering guilt, he starts to palm at his crotch over his sweats.

Unsurprisingly, he’s already hard. So much so that it aches, and when he finally gives in the moan that he’s unable to hold back comes out broken and desperate. He wants to wait, to build up anticipation and tease himself. He knows that would make the release so much more sweet, but Eddie never claimed to be a beacon of self control.

The bed creaks more in his attempts to pull down his pants one handed- unwilling to tear his gaze away from you for even a second- and his legs do the rest of the work as they kick away the offending garment. His cock springs up to his naval, the cool air of the bedroom contrasting his heated skin nicely as precum dribbles onto his stomach. With a hurried lick to his palm for lubrication, he wraps his hand around the base of his length in a firm grip. He already knows for a fact that he won’t last long. Squeezing just enough that his thumb barely touches his fingers, he runs his fist up his shaft and back down, releasing a deep guttural groan that leaves him thanking god he had the trailer to himself tonight. 

Due to the way your head is angled down so that you can stare up at the lens sultrily through your eyelashes (combined with the bunched up fabric of the shirt and how strands of your hair fall over the side of your face) only a sliver of your collarbone is visible. Still, this doesn’t stop Eddie from beginning his fantasy the way he always does- imagining what it would be like to bury his nose in the junction between your shoulder and neck and lightly kiss there, gentle enough so you start to whine about him teasing you. Since he could never say no to you, this would quickly evolve into licking, sucking, and biting. The saltiness of your sweat combined with the bitterness of your perfume would somehow still be the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted, he just knows it.

The next bullet point in his fantasies is usually removing your top. And now thanks to this little gift, his imagination doesn’t have to work as hard. He thinks about the way you would shiver underneath him while he lightly ran his touch up your sides, and how soft your skin would feel under the calloused tips of his fingers. Once your shirt was fully off, he knows he realistically wouldn’t be able to resist taking your breasts in each hand, positioning his hold so that the pads of his thumbs could graze over your nipples and cause them to harden before his very eyes.

His pace grows faster, his warm hand bringing him close to the edge despite the fact that he hadn’t even gotten around to thinking about how much warmer and wetter your pussy would be around him. He needs to hurry this along, his body is begging to fall over that cliff and he doesn’t have the strength to deny it any longer. Skipping ahead, he thinks about your ankles resting on his shoulders as he pressed the head of his weeping cock at your clenched entrance. Everytime you accidentally moaned in a way that could be misconstrued as sexual while stretching, or groaned in frustration when something didn’t go your way- Eddie stored those sounds away in his mind for this exact moment. He can almost hear the sweet noises you would make when he finally breached that threshold and pushed inside of you.

He can’t take it any more. His fist stops pumping halfway down his shaft and he tightens his grip, but it does nothing to stop his climax from washing over him. It floods throughout his entire body, and is without a doubt the best orgasm he’s ever had. As he’s working himself through it- unabashedly letting loose moans of pure ecstacy in the privacy he’s been granted- he pictures what your face would look like as you came. Your eyes rolling back into your head as your mouth falls open, your eyelashes fluttering as you try and fail to keep your gaze on him. How would his name fall from your lips? Would it be soft and breathy, or loud and rough? Either way he would feel impossibly lucky that he got to be the one to take you there.

Coming back down from his high, he realizes that at some point he had closed his own eyes and was now clutching the picture of you to his heart. With a deep inhale, he lets out a sigh as he looks down at the mess he’s made. His seed spilled onto his torso, with some of it landing on the hem of his band tee that was hastily pushed up in a failed attempt to keep it clean.

Now sitting, he carefully places the polaroid down on his bedside table before taking a balled up paper towel from lunch earlier and using it to clean up as much of the cum as he can. Once done, he tosses it back on the table with his mind racing a mile a minute and redresses. With his pants back on, he nearly trips over his feet as he rushes to the phone, picking it up and letting muscle memory dial your number. It only rings two times before he hears your voice.

“Hello?” you answer, a slight hint of smugness in your tone like you were expecting this call.

“Get ready,” he tells you, already bent over and lacing up his sneakers. “I’m picking you up.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things fanfic #stranger things smut #i'm literally trying to put the mature content warning on here but i can't find it so tumblr this is your fault

[munsonslove]

my family is visiting cause it’s my cousins birthday so we’re having a barbecue and another one of my cousins bought me vodka (also they let me hit their pen) and now that i’m drunk and a lil high i feel the need to talk about this here (cause this person follows me on my main)

but like anyways

i have this friend who constantly uses the term “clocked” when referring to trans people. like she constantly brags about how she was able to “clock” a trans actor in a movie or whatever, saying “she knows her people” cause she’s queer too (bi) and like…… that feels so transphobic to me (as someone who had/ still does consider whether or not they’re nb or gender fluid) but idk if i should say something cause i feel weird cause i know she doesn’t mean it in a transphobic way but like. she’s used this terminology multiple times now and it’s so weird every time???

#probs delete later #mythicrambles #anyways yeah idk if i’m nonbinary or not and idk what to do about it considering current politics around being trans anyways bye #am i being dramatic what do y’all think #cause when she says it she means it in a way of like #oh this person is trans isn’t that cool!! #but she’s also like #i can tell cause she has an adam’s apple so i’m so smart cause i clocked it #like…. alright