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xocowilde · 1 year
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Some Wayne Munson hcs about Steddie relationship
ft. Genderfluid Mexican Eddie - Everyones lives ofc
We all know Wayne loves Eddie as his child since they appeared on the door of his trailer. Eddie was always welcomed and accepted without matter if they were gay, or he, or she, or anything they were. In the end, they were Eddie Munson, his nephew. The kid who talked in Spanish the first months just to make it hard for Wayne and got surprised when he replied in their language. Maybe that cheap dictionary and the help of his coworkers helped a little. He still had to learn one or two things with this new kid.
But still, he accepts them & tries his best to support them in many things. Wanna play guitar until 2 am? fine, just not that loud for the neighbors to come angry. There's a comic you can't find here? let me find it in Indy on the next trip. Wanna be called she/them? I will do it without a problem. Want to cook some Mexican dishes because suddenly you crave them at 4 am? Ammm... Yeah but remember I can't eat that much cheese, kid.
For Wayne is completely normal Eddie would come one day with a big smile and red cheeks and he will be happy to ask what's going on. Because Wayne knows Eddie deserves the best, he deserves a man that makes him happy & lets him be himself. At least he deserves his first romance even if it is in a little town. So he is happy when Eddie gets all shy & Wayne jokes around about him finding his Ozzy. Eddie laughs.
Because he did find someone as metal as Ozzy but not in the way Wayne thought about. And his face changed when he heard the name. STEVE HARRINGTON?
Doesn't help either that at the time Eddie disappeared and finished in the hospital all fucked up, Steve Harrington was around. Wayne does remember those days, being in the hospital, and how these kids and new friends would visit Eddie. It wasn't weird for Eddie to take younger weirdos, freaks, and outcasts under his wing, but for sure Steve Harrington didn’t fit that. He was in the hospital too, and at the moment he could leave… he still came back to visit and help Eddie. But Wayne kept alert. 
Steve can see how dry Wayne talks with him or how he change his tone and expression when is around the hospital room. He is always "Steve Harrington" with a big emphasis on HARRINGTON. The rich s.o.b guy lives in the fancy zone and didn’t care about the other people in the town. For sure not people like the Munson. So he thinks is weird when Steve offers his help to take care of Eddie while he is at work, how he hears the nurses talking sweet words on how thoughtful he is to help them clean Eddie’s wounds and body. Doesn’t help either that part of the town still hates them, and Steve is openly there with them without matter.
Wayne frowns and decides not to accept Steve’s pity or whatever he is doing, but he can’t help to rethink when he arrives with groceries, because he knows Wayne has no time between the hospital, the legal issues, and his job. Also, the last time he went to the store, it was uncomfortable to have eyes and gossip around. He can’t help to just call him ‘Steve’ from time to time when he helps around the new trailer, the hospital drives, and how much he cares about Eddie.
And even more when he is always around to help a weak Eddie that woke up from a coma. Steve would come with groceries, help clean and cook around, almost making himself part of the family of two, just being out when he needed to take care of the other kids and his new job. Wayne frowns at him from time to time and still talks with Eddie about being careful because the Harringtons aren’t that great.
But that day that Eddie arrives all red and on the clouds, he has to reassure him, Steve is a good guy and maybe there's something between them. And yes there's something between them that gets formal weeks later. And Steve tries his best. Always polite, always sure not to cross lines with a joke or even just wait in the car for Eddie. But little by little he wins Wayne's respect and Eddie helps with it.
Eddie talks out loud about their dates with Steve when eating dinner with Wayne. Eddie tells him how Steve drives the kids and Robin around. How he helps them with projects and school, and how he cares about Max as a big brother. How he and Dustin are always messing around as if they were brothers too. Wayne can’t ignore how Eddie’s face glows when he talks about Steve, in the same way as they talk about music, their books, and about those D&D campaigns. And like the last one, he can’t understand but he knows that makes them happy. And, honestly, if Eddie is happy, what else fucking matters?
Wayne realizes this Eddie with more friends and a boyfriend is one of the best versions of themselves. One version he wants to keep watching, growing, and being better. Who knows if this relationship with Steve will keep going for years or will be for some months, at least Eddie is happy and full of energy, being their real self.
That’s why that winter weekend when Steve is waiting in the car, Wayne opens the door of the trailer to go and knock on the window.
“Oh, sorry, sir? Should I move?” Steve asks and Wayne laughs because his face is full of fear of fucking up something.
“Sir? I’m not that old, kiddo.” Wayne opens the door. “Listen, Mister Edward there is taking their sweet time so, wanna come in for a hot cup of coffee?”
He would love to laugh at Steve’s expression, how he almost hits himself because of the nervous feeling of being invited inside by Wayne.
“Of course, sir…”
“Sir again? I will let you out in the cold if you call me sir again.” he laughs, opening the door. “How do you take your coffee, Steve?”
If this guy makes Eddie happy, he for sure deserves the respect he has winning little by little, showing that he isn’t Steve Harrington. He is just Steve, and that makes the young man smile widely, hearing a different tone and a homely invitation to sit on the sofa.
And yeah, maybe later on he would be called son. But for now, that’s a win.
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summary: itty bitty smut blurb about Eddie dirty-talking in spanish for his latinx!gf. CW: gender neutral/no pronouns used, reader is described as having breasts; titty-worship, use of blindfold, oral sex-male receiving. The reader is latinx but it is not explicit as to where they're from, just that they speak spanish - Grisi shampoo is referenced though, which is a Mexican brand. Words: 800. *Translations for the Spanish phrases are at the end*
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When it’s dark, you can feel him better. 
The way Eddie’s fingertips are callused, the nails are cut near to the cuticle to keep the grime away from working at the mechanic shop. Still, his touch is softest when he secures the blindfold around your head, brushing your hair away from the nape of your neck. His palms are so big that your tits fill them perfectly, as he squeezes and fondles with reverence, as the chapped skin around his thumbs graze the pillowy skin of your nipples. His whole hand nearly covers your entire neck as he caresses you from behind; one hand teasing your throat, the other mapping the curves of your stomach and hips. 
When your sight is missing, you can smell him better. 
Smell the fresh note of chamomile from the Grisi shampoo you received on the latest care package your family sent you; Eddie got a liking for it when he visited your country. It makes his curls appear golden under the sunlight, as soft as silk to the touch. That scent mixes with that of nicotine on his breath, and the beachy smell of sunscreen absorbed on his skin after a day out at the lake. Underneath that, his earthy musk, as he rests his chin on your shoulder, nuzzling his nose against your neck. 
Without your vision, the way he tastes you melts you faster against his embrace.
His long tongue laps at your neck before he captures your earlobe with his teeth, flicking the lobe tenderly before sucking it into his mouth. Makes you sigh brokenly, tilting your neck to one side to expose more of yourself to him. 
Your neves are already alight, your skin is covered in goosebumps. 
And that’s until you hear him. 
A jolt of arousal shoots through your very core as he says, “tus pechos son increíbles…” while he squeezes your tits again. 
“Eddie!” you moan with arousal but also with a fuzzy sensation of love, as you bite your lip hard and try to follow his movements by blindly lolling your head from side to side. 
He said he had a surprise for you, but you figured it was the blindfold when he pulled it from his nightstand. You had no idea he had been practicing his Spanish…at least not with phrases like this. 
“Y-yeah? You like them?” you whisper breathlessly while gulping down and arching back against him, wanting more. 
“Sí, son preciosos…”  His breath in your ear hits like lightning, his words bring out a thundering arousal flooding your senses. You can only giggle and blush, feeling elated, and cherished, to know your boyfriend would do this for you. 
You yelp with surprise when he tilts you back in his arms, getting you to lay on your back among the pillows as he gets on top of you. The light fuzz of stubble on his chin tickles you deliciously as he kisses your tits, gathering them in his hands to push them upwards, before his tongue flicks and sucks on a nipple. 
“Tienen el tamaño perfecto para mi…” he says, and your thighs squeeze together on instinct. 
“Para besarlos, y tocarlos…” his touch is incredible, but it’s his words that are making you feel like Icarus flying too close to the sun. 
“...para lamerlos…” 
“Fuck, Eddie…” you whimper, biting your lip to keep from moaning so much. You’re trembling so hard, feverish with need. 
“...para morderlos…” His teeth dig into your nipple, pulling at it softly before releasing it with a slick noise, right before he licks and nibbles on your breasts, taking his sweet time to not leave any inch of skin untouched.
“Quiero lamerte y morderte duro…” He mumbles as he buries his face between your tits, kissing his way upwards. 
“Oh my god, Eddie…” you bite your lip hard, quivering and writhing on the bed - and then whimper when the warmth of his tongue is gone for a moment.
You try to sense where he went, try to pierce through the blindfold with your gaze even if it’s a silly notion, until – 
– “Voy a morder todo tu cuerpo así…” he growls right into your ear making you moan louder, the lewd noise coming straight from your guts; white-hot flames of arousal dance beneath your covered eyes. 
Because in this darkness, the heat feels like it’s blazing right through you.
You feel every droplet of Eddie’s sweat falling on your pebbled skin as he goes down your body, biting and licking away in between murmurs in your language that add more fuel to the fire. 
By smell alone you can tell that he’s taken off his boxers, sitting on his heels beside your head, and taking your jaw in his palm, guiding you to him 
“Que rico, mi amor…” you retaliate and grin eagerly when he shivers at your words just like you did earlier for him, as you take his cock in your mouth and relish in the way you can truly focus on the way he feels without your eyesight. Heavy and warm as the engorged veins of his length pulse and throb.
He whimpers as you murmur sweet nothings in spanish between ragged breaths and gurgling noises, making your heart race as you think – you never knew words could carry such fire within them.
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SPANISH DIALOGUE
"Your tits are incredible"
"Yes, they're precious"
"They are the perfect size for me"
"To kiss them, and touch them..."
"...to lick them..."
"...to bite them..."
"I want to lick you and bite you hard"
"I'm gonna bite all your body like this..."
"So good, my love..."
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babys-interior · 2 years
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Eddie with a Latinx partner
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I couldn't get this out of my head so here
Learning how to play some of your favorite songs you know from your family
Learns enough Spanish to small talk with your Abuelos/mom
Absolutely loves the food you and your family makes, making your relatives like him more
Learns to dance for you (Salsa, Bachata, merengue. Etc)
Allows your cousins to kidnap him on the dance floor
Excitedly asks when the next family function is
Thinks you look cute with your head silk on
Fixes said head silk if he sees it start to slip during the night
Goes to festivals with you and gives you doe eyes full of wonder when you explain your culture
Watches novellas with you
Doesn't complain when the weekend morning cleaning/salsa dance party commences becuase at least he's rewarded with cafecito
Goes to protests with you
Defends you against racists
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luvamps · 2 years
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Friday i’m in Love
eddie munson x goth!witch!reader
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also this gif of him reminds me of the cure’s greatest hits album cover
a/n: ermmmm couldn’t get this idea out of my head and i admit it’s completely self indulgent bcuz i love eddie and i am both a witch and a goth n i haven’t seen this anywhere and YEA had to do it
warnings: none, but this isn’t a serious fic meaning my punctuation is terrible , nothing is edited and is really just a bunch of word vomit from my brain lol
also i just wanna say that usually when i write for reader inserts they’re almost always for poc readers but while writing this i had caribbean and latinx readers in mind. nothing is specified so it’s pretty open but just wanted to put that out there!
words: 1509 kinda went overboard for a hc but i luv him so shut up
newhosies enjoy <3
okay so you’re a kinda new student at hawkins high
you have friends not super close but they’re a group of goth kids that you gravitated towards n they had zero problem taking you in
and although you’re all goths,,, somehow the new kid ,, you ,, have now been labeled the witch of hawkins
why ?
well .
walking down the hallways of hawkins trying to find your class proved easy enough of a gateway for two jocks to make their way towards you
long black flowy skirt , lived in black long sleeve blouse with rips here n there ,, down played with worn dirty converse
easy target i suppose
“hey, y/n right ?”
looking up from the schedule to the unknown jock smiling a little too smug for just a regular greeting
anyways they’re trying to be subtly insulting but everything they throw at you that’s supposed to be an insult is kinda flattering
“death himself” “wednesday addams” “satan's girlfriend”
and “witch”
n to be honest ,, you giggle cuz they’re not wrong
your family comes from a long line of practitioners and it’s something you take great pride in
you don’t necessarily flaunt it,, but your little group knows
“hey y/n ! read my cards i needa know how this dates gonna go,” “you think you can hex my dad ? maybe cut a few years offa him?”
they took your practice serious, but since this was a pretty new concept to them outside of horror movies and fictitious books they never fully understood it
anyways one day while being harassed by these same couple of jocks whose names you’d learned for a little joke you’d been waiting to pull
mr eddie “the freak” munson happens to be passing by
and you knew him,, well of him + his reputation ,, had a few classes with him too
but honestly you never cared
you stayed in your circle and never ventured further than that
and eddie knew you
he knew you kinda had the same wrap as him
it was hard to not hear about this new “witch of hawkins”
and he never understood the nickname bcuz like ??? there were other goths what made you so scary
until that day
so he’s passing by while the jocks have you cornered
and eddie kinda slows down once he picks up pieces of the conversation
at first it’s just them picking at your make up, jewelry and clothes
and then he sees you digging around in your pocket for something
his attention is fully grabbed when he sees you pull out a small worn voodoo doll that looks vaguely like .. the man standing in front of you
then you finally speak up
“did you know, all I need is your last name, this doll and one strand of hair for me to fully curse your bloodline?”
and then your harassers straighten up a bit and scoff
“yea, sure, as if i’d believe that bullshit”
and then you speak again “well carver you’re in luck cause i’ve been looking for another test dummy”
and then what really does it for munson
is when you start speaking a different language, slow and deep
this is what scares off the two boys in front of you and they start to scurry away
not without a “what the fuck! you are a witch!”
you roll your eyes and scoff then mutter to yourself
“dumbasses wouldn’t know the difference between voodoo and witchcraft if it was taught to them as an actual class”
and you start to head in the direction of the class you’re way too late for
when you’re stopped again
with a sharp sigh you consider ditching this class altogether to have a smoke instead of showing up with only 20 minutes left
you turn around and come face to face with “the freak” himself
smiling widely with stars in his eyes
“Can I help you ?”
and the first thing that comes out his mouth is
“i think you might’ve put a spell on me too sweetheart”
from then on the rest is history
eddie’s nickname for you might be sweetheart but you can attest that the name fits him 100x more than it fit you
he’s so sweet to you
he’s loving and funny and caring and and and and
super flirty
“my girlfriend would be so jealous of how hot you are”
“eddie i am your girlfriend”
“god don’t i know it”
never said he was a good flirt
eddie might be a metalhead and you a goth but he thinks it’s a match made in hell
you’ve given him a couple of recommendations from bauhaus to the cure to depeche mode
and while eddie loves his loud thrash metal, he finds himself drawn to the dark , eerie yet enchanting sounds of your favorite bands.
he’s also given you band recs ! but you won’t let him know that his recommendations are bands you’ve already known and loved.
metallica, megadeth and black sabbath as well as other metal bands were household favorites for your family but the way eddie lights up when talking about their new songs or how that riff is totally something he could nail
you can’t bring yourself to tell him
he doesn’t completely understand your practice as a witch but he’d never disrespect it
“babe so, like, can you talk to ghosts and stuff then?”
you’re always trying to read his cards
you just wanna make sure he’s fully equipped with knowing how to deal with upcoming situations !
oh and eddie loves your makeup
sometimes you go full trad makeup
but sometimes you’re lazy and you just go black eyeliner and some black lipstick
regardless of the look for the day eddie can’t stop admiring you
your outfits are so much cooler than he’ll ever be and they just make you look so much prettier
you guys now become a “cult couple”
you frequent hellfire every now and then and it makes you giggle to watch how animated he is as DM
the kids all know you and were admittedly a little intimidated of you at first
yea eddie’s known as a cult leader but he wears ripped jeans and a denim jacket
you’re always drenched in black fabric exaggerated makeup and have a certain aura to you
“eddie she looks like she talks to crows in a graveyard!” dustin had voiced his opinion when eddie had mentioned her coming to sit in one day
“is she actually a witch ??? because if i accidentally upset her and get hexed i’m blaming you,”
safe to say once they got used to you they liked having you around
your cynical personality made watching you and eddie converse quite entertaining.
empty threats to hex people were also quite fun and something eddie took advantage of
“dude i’m so getting y/n to curse you,”
also !!! your friends think he’s the funniest
at first they’re like “no way you’re going out with munson”
but one day you have him sit with you and he has the whole table laughing
they love having him around so you guys switch off on friend groups
making each other mixtapes !!!!
he puts bands you actually don’t know on it and you’re super shocked like wow wtf this is so good i didn’t know these people existed
and your mixtape to him is like goth love songs bcuz you’re in love and cheesy and ewwww
he thinks you’re the most romantic person alive even though you have trouble voicing your emotions
you’re definitely a gift giver/ acts of service type of lover
so when he listens to the mixtape you’ve made him he really listens to the lyrics in each song and he’s just heart eyes and butterflies
so in love with you dude idk
gets you a black cat as a birthday gift but it’s really just a stray kitten he found that reminded him of you
obviously you love it because you’ve always wanted a familiar but cats are weirdly pricey
you guys brainstorm names together and finally decide on something that fits all of you
lucifur
get it
no ? just me ?
anyways it’s a play on the reputation you both have at school,, eddie thought of it and it made you laugh so you had to keep it
you call the kitty luci for short after finding out she’s a girl
you and eddie are both constantly at your house or his trailer,, your house when he wants to see luci and watch movies on a giant (but not really) TV with you
his trailer when you want *alone time* away from your parents
wherever you’re at though neither of you care as long as you’re wrapped up with each other with some weed and snacks
you guys are super in love im jealous
he says he loves you first btw
you say it a couple days after and everything is just so warm and love filled idk how to explain it
newhosies yea super in love rock couple who scare kids in public with just their presence mwah love it.
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ebaylee422 · 1 year
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Labored Love
Eddie x Reader
Draft Valentine Blurb, Fluff
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Author’s Note: A cute little valentine’s day burb that needs to see the light of day since I’ve lost interest but I headcannon hard that Eddie’s Mama is Latinx because how did this poor trailer living man get such nice hair even when wet if it weren’t for his heritage. Enjoy the fluff of our beloved Munson Men
Word Count: 1.2 K
“Happy Valentine's Day, M’lady.” He opened the door to the trailer lined with rose petals from the door to his bedroom. 
“Oh Eddie this is so precious!” I jump to hug him, a flash from the hallway interrupts. Turning to see Wayne ready for work, holding a polaroid camera up to his line of sight.
“Welcome to the Love Shack, now big kiss you love birds!” I have to move Eddie’s hair behind his ear to kiss him. Another flash happens and he doesn’t let go until I pat his shoulder needing air,
“Thanks for staying,” he walks over to Wayne taking the polaroids from the counter and looking through them.
“Hi, Y/N.”
“Hi Uncle Wayne, Happy Valentine's Day.” I say kissing his cheek, giving him a huge hug before reaching into my bag, ”Now I know you don’t like presents but this is food so it doesn’t quite count. It’s just to show how grateful I am to be a part of your family.”
“Y/N-”
“Please, Wayne! I insist, open it.” I begged, bouncing with excitement giving him the biggest puppy dog eyes like Eddie said.
“Eddie, why didn’t you talk her out of this?” He turns to the boy leaning on the counter,
“Believe me I tried, she even got me to aid her in this torment! She’s very persuasive.” Shaking his head Wayne opens the box of homemade empanada’s, his brow furrowed in confusion looking at Eddie with a giant grin. He adjusts his stance turning to me again,
“Did you make these?” He asks with glossy eyes, all I could do is nod in response. 
“I know you don’t like sweets, but they’re actually quite savory like Eddie promised. The filling is Pork and Apples-” He sets the box on the end table near me, picking me up in his arms into a bone crushing hug. Closing my eyes, I hugged him just as tightly back.
Even if Wayne wasn’t Eddie's biological father, he always wanted to be and he became him. In every other imaginable way, they took care of and loved each other as father and son. Even welcoming me as his own too, despite my flaws and struggles. The love I felt for Wayne, the closest thing I’ll have for a father for a long time coming. It is indescribable and natural, a tear escaped my closed eyes as hard as I tried to push the emptiness down of losing that person. Dad and Jim, they weren’t coming back but god did Wayne love me just as fiercely as they would. He shook out a laugh and crushed ‘thank you’ into my shoulder, setting me back down. Pulling away, he wiped a hand down the length of his face and squeezed my bicep. Stepping towards his nephew, giving him the same embrace only unable to pick up his boy now. 
“I love you, Son.” He told Eddie, loud enough for me to hear through the swell of emotion in the room. Eddie buried his face into Wayne’s shoulder, dipping his head in agreement.
“I love you too, Dad.” Their arms loosened around each other, Wayne pushed Eddie's hair out of his face. Holding his face tightly, pinching his nose to stop the onset of more tears he turned back around.
“If these are half as good as your mother’s, which I couldn’t imagine a world they aren’t. And you don’t marry that woman-” He started, pointing a finger at me standing in the entryway. Eddie held his up in surrender, eyebrow hidden under his overgrown bangs and tongue poking out of his closed lips. 
“Then and only then will you be sleeping outside in that van of yours, while we eat these all to ourselves.” He clapped Eddie on the back turning to his box of goodies, with a joval smile plastered to his face. Taking out three, passing them amongst us.
“Now this was my third attempt, I’m still struggling with the dough to filling ratio and not burning them-” Neither of them were listening as they bit into the empanada’s, each respectively had a unique shape of their own but the thought clearly made it all worth the while. When both of them shared respective groans and nods of approval,
“This batch is delicious!” Eddie said through the remaining mouth full of his, sighing in relief I took out another large tupperware of them from the tote.
“Good because Steve, Robin and the kids are sick of eating them.” Eddie squealed in excitement, kissing my cheek.
“I love you.” He looked like his heart were about to explode any minute,
“Shit!” Wayne said, looking at his watch, grabbing the rest of his definite lunch for the first time in a long time for his shift ahead of him. Walking around where Eddie and I blocked in the small space, patting him on the back and kissing me on the cheek as he went for his work boots at the door. “Thank you children, but if I stay any longer than I insisted tonight for photos my team will string me up. Or worse, think I was enjoying myself for once in ten years. Be good! No noise complaints, please!” He ran out the door of the trailer, starting up his truck making his tires skid on the gravel pathway out of the park.
“Too much?” I giggled watching from the side window, empanada still in hand.
“Nah, he’s old with a heart of gold. He’ll never forget it. Now me on the other hand?” His hand on my waist twisted me to be face to face with him, lips still swollen from the car from this angle I could make out every fine line and beauty mark on his face. The small scar above his eye from falling as a child. The closed batched ear piercing in his left ear when he was going through a faze. They way his lashes kissed the faint dark circles under his eyes, eyes of molten chocolate swirls to sweet for this world.
“You?” I choked, drunk on him already.
“Yes, you nearly got me in trouble little miss!” He squished my sides in his hands, making me gasp with faux distress.
“Oh no...” I shook my head pouting to hide my laugh,
“Yep, what are we gonna do about that?” His nose crunched adorably, hugging me to his waist.
“Guess you’ll just have to marry me Munson, that way you’ll never have to sleep  in that Van while you uncle and I enjoy my cooking.” I cupped his face in my hand, soft and smelling of the aftershave he used before dinner.
“I will marry you one day,” His lips cascaded over mine in a barely there gesture, a promise, “Marry you so hard.” He smiled against my lips before dipping further to close the distance.
“Good thing you a man of your word.” I rubbed our noses together unable to contain my smile.
“Yes Wayne taught me well.”
“Indeed he did, but maybe you can indulge in some of the naughty thing I taught you?” My hands smoothed down his shirt on his chest, quickly before he swept my feet from under me in a feat of passion and strength.
“Yea Ma’am! 86′ is definitely my year baby!” He yelled as he dragged me to his room,
“Eddie! No noise complaints!” I laughed clapping his shoulders on the way to the rest of our lives.
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inkedmetanoia · 2 years
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Okay, so I start my last semester of my undergrad at the end of the month and I’m like starting to get extremely motivated to write my own Eddie Munson Fic. He’s literally so beautiful and I refuse to believe he is dead. I’m thinking of posting a little blurb if a scene that started it all for me. It would be a slow burn fic most likely. Wouldn’t be a reader fic just a character I have in my head; also a Latinx character cause the fics that I have read that aren’t reader fics (THIS IS WHY I LOVE CHARACTERXREADER FICS BECAUSE I IMAGINE A LATINX CHARACTER) anyway, I’m genuinely thinking about doing it this month before school starts. Would anyone be interested??!
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theold-ultraviolence · 2 months
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Something something about Eddie Munson and his latinx gf when they can communicate in each other’s language and vice versa and mixing the languages randomly and it just adds to the fun in Eddie’s brain. He wants to make his gf feel comfortable with him to express herself freely, not having to change a part of who she is. It’s him wanting to learn to make her feel loved. It’s reader feeling a new level of intimacy with Eddie cause he’s so open and makes the effort to learn more and speak more fluently.
It’s reader whispering to him in bed with a mischievous tone — “¿qué me vas a hacer?” And Eddie replying all breathless and panting, “everything…”
It’s reader telling Eddie, — “I want you…” and Eddie, with a very thick accent that makes it both endearing and hot, murmurs in between kisses on reader’s neck, “te necesito, mi amor…”
It’s Eddie picking up reader for a date and putting a smile on her face when he casually asks “¿qué quieres comer?” And reader goes, “cheeseburgers, of course!”
It’s reader coming back home to Eddie’s trailer after a long shift at work going — “te tengo chisme!” And Eddie’s golden eyes lighting up all big and bright, with a huge grin on his face as he sits up in bed, patting the space next to him on the bed saying — “SPILL all the gossip — did that guy finally grew a pair and told your boss to go fuck himself?
And my absolute favorite and most indulgent, Eddie nuzzling reader’s chest and putting on his best puppy dog eyes and pout as he murmurs against the soft cotton of reader’s shirt — “¿me haces piojito?” Which is the slang term to refer that he wants reader to massage and scratch his scalp.
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👹🔥Eddie Munson masterlist 👹🔥
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All of the following stories contain the pairing: Eddie Munson x reader. // Stories marked with * contain smut. MINORS DNI // fandom: Stranger Things
ONE SHOTS
🖤 Keep It Warm * (smut // fem!reader // 4k words)
🖤 Rock You Like A Hurricane * (smut // fem!reader // 3k words)
🖤 Living on a Prayer (hurt & comfort & fluff // gn!reader)
🖤 All I Need’s My Love Machine Tonight (fluff // gn!reader)
🖤 Home Sweet Home (angst & fluff // gn!reader)
🖤 Leave Your Body And Soul (angst with a happy ending / gn!reader)
🖤 Stairway to Heaven (angst, st4 spoilers, major character death // gn!reader // 2k words).
🖤 Wake Me Gently * (fluff and smut & hurt and comfort // fem!reader)
🖤 I'm Going To Feel * (smut / fem!reader // 3k words)
🖤 Turbo Lover * (smut / fem!reader // 3.5k words)
🖤 The Trooper ( hurt & comfort // mechanic!Eddie x gn!reader // 1.4k words)
🖤 The Power of Metal, Baby (hurt & comfort // gn!reader // .9k words)
🖤 What Saturdays Are For (smut/fem!reader/1k) *
🖤 Eddie x Latinx!reader musings
🖤 The Bard and the Sorceress (fluff/pregnant!reader/1.7k words)
🖤 Heat (Eddie x Latinx!reader/smut blurb/800 words)
🖤 Blanket Hoarder (fluff / 1.6 K words)
FROM FICLET EVENTS
Pumpkinhead 
Dying Wish 
Lady Evil * nsfw
Killer Klowns
Spellbound 
Who You Gonna Call?
Hell’s Bells * nsfw
That’s How I Want It To Be 
Special FX 
Snapshots 
"Since I've Been Loving You"
"Slow And Easy" * nsfw
MULTI-CHAPTERS
🖤 No One Like You (SIDE A) (slow burn, friends to lovers, mutual pining // fem!reader)
🖤 Fear of the Dark (WIP // fem!reader, slow burn, eventual smut, romance, angst with a happy ending)
HEADCANONS & IMAGINES
❤️‍🔥 Random headcanons
❤️‍🔥Silly-goofy-cursed NSFW Eddie Munson headcanons
❤️‍🔥 Wearing Eddie's jacket // joining his next D&D campaign
❤️‍🔥 Art lover Eddie // Museum dates
❤️‍🔥Origin's of Eddie's music taste part I
❤️‍🔥 Origin's of Eddie's music taste part II
❤️‍🔥 Wearing Eddie's shirts when you ride him *
❤️‍🔥 Eddie as a horror fan
❤️‍🔥 Taking care of Eddie when he sprains his ankle *
❤️‍🔥 CHILD’S PLAY (Bride of Chucky au with Kas!Eddie)
❤️‍🔥 Exchanging spooky baskets with Eddie
❤️‍🔥 Eddie being a menace in a haunted maze
❤️‍🔥 Eddie being broken up with
❤️‍🔥 What makes Eddie cry
❤️‍🔥 Eddie's baby pillow
❤️‍🔥 Eddie and a tattoo artist gf
❤️‍🔥 Bowling king!Eddie
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