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i’m jj !! i’m a student and recreational writer. my requests/asks are always open. my blog is 18+ only. i currently write for stranger things and marvel.

feedback, reblogs, and requests/asks are always welcomed and appreciated !! i write fluff, angst, smut, pretty much anything as long as it’s not a triggering topic. i write for afab and gender neutral reader. if you are unsure if your request is okay, feel free to send it in anyway :)

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[munsonussy]

i’m now taking requests for marvel, i guess i’m back in that phase of my life again. still taking requests for stranger things as well!!

[unlicensedmortician-deactivated]

happy valentines day to the aros, the aces, the closeted queer kids, questioning people, people who have been hurt by past relationships, those in desperate need of a hug, people in a long distance relationship, and people who just really like chocolate. love y’all. have a banger of a day

[munsonussy]

hey jj!! <3

a little late, but hi bee! how are you? i’ve missed it here 😭<3

[munsonussy]

that hiatus was too long, wasn’t it? i’m backkkk 🫶

[unhingedfem]

Women have a great day <3 men beg for forgiveness

[lia-atreides]

#these three on The Tonight Show must be my favorite genre.

[hauntinghawkins-deactivated2023]

sloppy, wet morning sex w eddie <3

you’re so sleepy but your body is so warm and he loves how gentle and soft you are in the morning. how your bare thighs get sticky inbetween so easy just from his touches. eddie’d wrap his arms around you and pull you on top of him so your straddling his lap, head buried into his neck, his arm hooked around your back as he goes to toy with the wetness dripping from your core. his fingers slip in so easy, and he loves how tight your walls cling to him. he fucks you open as he’s drinking up your breathy, sleepy whimpers and your cunt is just dripping, making a sticky mess on his skin below you. you let out a whine when his fingers leave you, hating the way it feels so empty. but he’s helping you lift your hips, sinking his cock into your heat and god you feel so fucking full. he just ruts into you lazily for what feels like hours, always hitting that spongy spot deep inside you…lewd, wet noises echoing through the room as he fucks you. the softest cries leaving your bitten lips. he’s gripping your body so tight, hand cradling your head as he’s mumbling out the sweetest, grossest words “so warm baby, so wet for me” “gonna make me cum baby, gonna fill you up so full” “wanna watch it all drip out, you gonna let me clean up the mess i made?”. you feel like ur suffocating when he finally cums, his arms tightening around you as he fucks up into you, thrusts forceful, deep, and slow. he holds you so so tight as he slows his pace and your body is so limp in his hold. his cock leaves you with a wet pop. you can’t even think straight, brain fuzzy with arousal and you can’t register when he rolls you over onto your back, body hitting the fluffiness of the duvet as he covers your frame with his, his fluffy curls tickling your sensitive skin. he dips down, face to face with your cunt, his pupils blown so wide as he watches his cum seep from your hole. “fuck, so messy baby”. you let out a breathy whine and your hips jolt when his nose presses gently against ur clit, face heating up in embarrassment “don’t eds, ‘s gross”. a wolfish smile spreads across his face before he’s dipping his tongue into your dripping hole

[djo]

What say you, Eddie the Banished?

BONUS:

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

eddie & catholic!reader audio p**n:

eddie makes her cum for the first time

eddie won’t be gentle with her tonight

eddie being hot with her (this is a dungeon master audio, but omg most of it is perfect for them. especially the guiding part & brief god kink)

corruption in a confessional (imagine that it’s them roleplaying in her church after mass)

[ceriseheaven]

slutty chain stans pls rise, we have won yet once again 🧎🏻‍♀️

[munsonussy]

hiya I wanted to ask if you could write a smut/fluff combo in which the reader is wearing eddie’s hellfire shirt while drawing and eddie sees them when he comes home, stares for a sec and boom smut

sorry if this is very specific lmao love you

this is so cute … i’m a sucker for anything with eddie’s hellfire shirt. thank you for the request lovely. reblogs & feedback appreciated as always <3 - jj

eddie munson x afab!reader

warnings: 18+ please, eddie & reader are both 18+, eddie munson loves eating pussy, unprotected p in v sex (wrap in b4 you tap it), hair pulling, missionary, kinda romantic sex, needy eddie, marking/hickeys, creampie, gn terms for reader (i don’t use fem pronouns or descriptions in this story) but is referred to as “baby” and “sweetheart”, they don’t talk a lot bc they’re horny

Your legs swing from Eddie’s desk chair as you continue with your doodling, the air conditioner humming softly in the background.

You’ve had the trailer to yourself all day, with Eddie out at Gareth’s house preparing for Corroded Coffin’s next gig. He left early this morning, and of course he absolutely wasn’t going to wake you up.

Lazy days are fun. You sleep, you watch cable TV, you draw, you snoop through Eddie’s things sometimes. The excitement bubbles in your gut when you know Eddie is getting close to coming home, and you can finally wrap your arms around him again.

You can hear the door to the trailer swing open, welcoming in the summer air as you continue your drawing. Soft, almost running footsteps head in the direction of Eddie’s room. He’s home.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he sees you hunched over, focused on your little doodles. You sneak a glance at him though, he’s got his guitar slung over his shoulder and his black tank top is practically sticking to his body.

“How was rehearsal?” You rest your face against your palm, watching him hang up his beloved guitar in its designated spot. “You left so early.”

“I know,” he crouches down to kiss your forehead. “Now we have the rest of the day to ourselves though.”

Eddie stares at you for a moment, taking you in. Even after months of being together, you still left him speechless.

“You’re wearing my shirt,” he says out loud, but you’re not sure if he meant to.

You pause your drawing again, looking down at the Hellfire Club emblem on your torso. Eddie’s looking at it too, the way the shirt hangs perfectly off your body, how it lets him see your collarbones. He loves that the shirt is his and you made a conscious choice to put it on.

“It’s comfy,” you respond shyly. “And it smells like you, it helps when I miss you.”

Eddie isn’t a stranger to seeing you in his shirts, or boxers, or any of his clothes really. But something about this is really making his insides curl. He knows you didn’t wake up with it on, and you could’ve easily chosen any of his shirts that live in his more accessible drawers, but you chose this one.

“Looks better on you than it does on me,” he smooths his hand over your thigh, clumsily getting underneath the desk. “This okay?”

You honest to god don’t know what he’s doing under there. Well, you kind of do. He kisses your kneecap, asking again for an answer. You can feel butterflies swarming in your tummy at the suggestion.

“Yeah,” you breathe out, gripping your pencil tightly. “Please.”

Eddie’s hands sneak up your hips, wiggling your underwear down your legs. His rough hands against your skin does it for you, wetness beginning to pool at your center. He spreads your legs, his hungry eyes locked on your fluttering core, and hooks his arms over your thighs.

You can’t see his face, his figure is covered by the top of the wooden desk. You can feel his soft curls tickling your thighs, his hot breath fanning over your most sensitive area, his nose nudging at your mound.

He knows you’re staying quiet, afraid the neighbors will hear your moans and whimpers through the cracked windows. You bite down on your lip until it’s nearly bleeding.

“It’s alright, baby,” he whispers. “Make some noise.”

Eddie hears the clatter of your pencil against the wood, and licks a long stripe up your soaked folds. You taste like heaven, addictive and so fucking sweet. Eddie could give up smoking, weed, beer, all the drugs he messes with recreationally… but he could never give up tasting you.

You moan louder than you intend to when his swollen lips suck on your bud, making your thighs fight to put him in a headlock. He’s making fucking love to you with that tongue and it feels so good, your entire body pulsing with need as his blunt fingernails dig into the flesh of your thighs.

The tip of his tongue swirls around your entrance, your hands flying to his mop of hair to keep him in place. If he doesn’t move, you’re going to cum, he knows that. You pull lightly on the dark strands of hair caught between your fingers, trying to push yourself against his tongue.

Waves of pleasure crash over you, Eddie grounding you with his hold on your legs. You try to ride it out, milk every last second of pure ecstasy, but your body can’t handle it. Eddie laps up the stickiness between your legs like he’s been starving for it, making your oversensitive nerves tingle.

It’s probably a minute before your brain catches up with everything, and you see Eddie leaving little kisses on the inside of your thigh, resting his head against your heated skin.

“Better?” A cheshire smile cracks across his face. “I know I feel better.”

You ruffle up his hair, your heart rattling against your chest when he makes a move to push the chair out and lift you up from it, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Do you have more planned?”

“Maybe,” he raises his eyebrows at you. “Only if you want to, of course.”

His mouth is shiny with a mixture of your slick and his spit. He doesn’t even bother to lick it from around his swollen lips.

You push at the waist of his tight jeans with your feet in a lame attempt to get them down. “I want to.”

Eddie smiles like a fool, because he is one, and your back lands on his mattress. You take a moment to stare at him, because life is short.

The tank top he has on is so skin-tight that you can see every muscle under it move as he unbuckles his belt. His silver chains and pick necklace rest on his neck in a way that’s borderline erotic, you can feel the ache in your core starting all over again.

“You look pretty, Eds,” you hum.

He looks at you with softened eyes. He loves the way your lip is caught between your teeth and your eyes are lust-blown from staring at him. You look so content and warm.

“Pretty?” He echoes. “You’re pretty, baby.”

His cock springs out of his boxers and you giggle to yourself. God, he gets this turned on from eating you out? The tip is red and leaking and you want to wrap your lips around it, but he knows he wouldn’t last long enough to be inside you.

Eddie leans over you, his arms boxing you in and his hair curtaining your face. He slides the bottom of the Hellfire shirt you’re wearing up your stomach and kisses down the column of your neck.

His lips are soft, so soft and puffy and perfect. Those lips are criminal.

“Can I keep going?” He exhales.

“Please,” you scratch your nails gently down his biceps, encouraging him.

He slides inside you, stretching you out with his size. He bites down a little into the skin of your neck to keep himself from moaning.

You feel so good, wet and warm. It feels like he’s sheathed in hot velvet. You’re impossibly tight every time he fucks you, and your breathy sighs as you clench around his cock do nothing to help him last.

You almost scream when his hips roll right into that spot that makes your back arch. You feel electricity all over your body at the sensation. His groans in your ear egg you on, making you need the release.

Eddie reaches down to rub your clit, and you lose your hold on one of his biceps. Your hand goes to his curls, getting a firm grip in his hair as he rocks his hips into you faster than he had been before, his thumb circling your bud.

“Fuck,” he bites into your neck again. “I’m so close, baby.”

He’s whining, crying for it. You’re pulsing around his cock and clenching down on it like a vice, he can’t hold on for much longer. It makes you wild seeing him so needy, wanting it so bad.

“Eddie, faster,” you focus on the feeling curling in your tummy, and the sounds he’s making.

Then you can feel the rush again, more intense this time. His thumb presses harder on your clit and it makes your toes curl, the combination of his fingers stimulating you and his cock filling you up becoming too much for you to handle. You wish that you two could stay like this forever, with Eddie bucking his hips into you while you moan under him.

The veins in Eddie’s neck bulge out as he stills inside you, breathing heavily. His bangs brush against your forehead when he pushes himself as far as he can inside you, and finally lets that relief crash over him.

He kisses you, and you swallow all his moans and whines that come with it. You can still taste your sweetness on his lips and tongue. Kissing him eases the empty feeling as he slides out of you, his sticky cum dripping from your hole.

You push stray strands of hair behind his ear. “You really never cease to amaze me, Munson.”

“It’s always a pleasure,” he snorts, his hand cupping your jaw. “Let me clean you up, sweetheart.”

[rylandsgrace]

They both have a special bond with objects <3

[maya-hawke]

STRANGER THINGS Season 4, Episode 4 — “Dear Billy” Lucas on the Line by Suyi Davies

[munsonussy]

I LOVED your latest Eddie fic! I know you said you'd write for Steve if requested but I wanted to confirm as to not bother you

thank you lovely !! and yes i do write for steve, i just haven’t gotten any request / inspiration for him yet. if you have any ideas, send them my way if you’d like <3

[munsonussy]

hiya I wanted to ask if you could write a smut/fluff combo in which the reader is wearing eddie’s hellfire shirt while drawing and eddie sees them when he comes home, stares for a sec and boom smut

sorry if this is very specific lmao love you

this is so cute … i’m a sucker for anything with eddie’s hellfire shirt. thank you for the request lovely. reblogs & feedback appreciated as always <3 - jj

eddie munson x afab!reader

warnings: 18+ please, eddie & reader are both 18+, eddie munson loves eating pussy, unprotected p in v sex (wrap in b4 you tap it), hair pulling, missionary, kinda romantic sex, needy eddie, marking/hickeys, creampie, gn terms for reader (i don’t use fem pronouns or descriptions in this story) but is referred to as “baby” and “sweetheart”, they don’t talk a lot bc they’re horny

Your legs swing from Eddie’s desk chair as you continue with your doodling, the air conditioner humming softly in the background.

You’ve had the trailer to yourself all day, with Eddie out at Gareth’s house preparing for Corroded Coffin’s next gig. He left early this morning, and of course he absolutely wasn’t going to wake you up.

Lazy days are fun. You sleep, you watch cable TV, you draw, you snoop through Eddie’s things sometimes. The excitement bubbles in your gut when you know Eddie is getting close to coming home, and you can finally wrap your arms around him again.

You can hear the door to the trailer swing open, welcoming in the summer air as you continue your drawing. Soft, almost running footsteps head in the direction of Eddie’s room. He’s home.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he sees you hunched over, focused on your little doodles. You sneak a glance at him though, he’s got his guitar slung over his shoulder and his black tank top is practically sticking to his body.

“How was rehearsal?” You rest your face against your palm, watching him hang up his beloved guitar in its designated spot. “You left so early.”

“I know,” he crouches down to kiss your forehead. “Now we have the rest of the day to ourselves though.”

Eddie stares at you for a moment, taking you in. Even after months of being together, you still left him speechless.

“You’re wearing my shirt,” he says out loud, but you’re not sure if he meant to.

You pause your drawing again, looking down at the Hellfire Club emblem on your torso. Eddie’s looking at it too, the way the shirt hangs perfectly off your body, how it lets him see your collarbones. He loves that the shirt is his and you made a conscious choice to put it on.

“It’s comfy,” you respond shyly. “And it smells like you, it helps when I miss you.”

Eddie isn’t a stranger to seeing you in his shirts, or boxers, or any of his clothes really. But something about this is really making his insides curl. He knows you didn’t wake up with it on, and you could’ve easily chosen any of his shirts that live in his more accessible drawers, but you chose this one.

“Looks better on you than it does on me,” he smooths his hand over your thigh, clumsily getting underneath the desk. “This okay?”

You honest to god don’t know what he’s doing under there. Well, you kind of do. He kisses your kneecap, asking again for an answer. You can feel butterflies swarming in your tummy at the suggestion.

“Yeah,” you breathe out, gripping your pencil tightly. “Please.”

Eddie’s hands sneak up your hips, wiggling your underwear down your legs. His rough hands against your skin does it for you, wetness beginning to pool at your center. He spreads your legs, his hungry eyes locked on your fluttering core, and hooks his arms over your thighs.

You can’t see his face, his figure is covered by the top of the wooden desk. You can feel his soft curls tickling your thighs, his hot breath fanning over your most sensitive area, his nose nudging at your mound.

He knows you’re staying quiet, afraid the neighbors will hear your moans and whimpers through the cracked windows. You bite down on your lip until it’s nearly bleeding.

“It’s alright, baby,” he whispers. “Make some noise.”

Eddie hears the clatter of your pencil against the wood, and licks a long stripe up your soaked folds. You taste like heaven, addictive and so fucking sweet. Eddie could give up smoking, weed, beer, all the drugs he messes with recreationally… but he could never give up tasting you.

You moan louder than you intend to when his swollen lips suck on your bud, making your thighs fight to put him in a headlock. He’s making fucking love to you with that tongue and it feels so good, your entire body pulsing with need as his blunt fingernails dig into the flesh of your thighs.

The tip of his tongue swirls around your entrance, your hands flying to his mop of hair to keep him in place. If he doesn’t move, you’re going to cum, he knows that. You pull lightly on the dark strands of hair caught between your fingers, trying to push yourself against his tongue.

Waves of pleasure crash over you, Eddie grounding you with his hold on your legs. You try to ride it out, milk every last second of pure ecstasy, but your body can’t handle it. Eddie laps up the stickiness between your legs like he’s been starving for it, making your oversensitive nerves tingle.

It’s probably a minute before your brain catches up with everything, and you see Eddie leaving little kisses on the inside of your thigh, resting his head against your heated skin.

“Better?” A cheshire smile cracks across his face. “I know I feel better.”

You ruffle up his hair, your heart rattling against your chest when he makes a move to push the chair out and lift you up from it, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Do you have more planned?”

“Maybe,” he raises his eyebrows at you. “Only if you want to, of course.”

His mouth is shiny with a mixture of your slick and his spit. He doesn’t even bother to lick it from around his swollen lips.

You push at the waist of his tight jeans with your feet in a lame attempt to get them down. “I want to.”

Eddie smiles like a fool, because he is one, and your back lands on his mattress. You take a moment to stare at him, because life is short.

The tank top he has on is so skin-tight that you can see every muscle under it move as he unbuckles his belt. His silver chains and pick necklace rest on his neck in a way that’s borderline erotic, you can feel the ache in your core starting all over again.

“You look pretty, Eds,” you hum.

He looks at you with softened eyes. He loves the way your lip is caught between your teeth and your eyes are lust-blown from staring at him. You look so content and warm.

“Pretty?” He echoes. “You’re pretty, baby.”

His cock springs out of his boxers and you giggle to yourself. God, he gets this turned on from eating you out? The tip is red and leaking and you want to wrap your lips around it, but he knows he wouldn’t last long enough to be inside you.

Eddie leans over you, his arms boxing you in and his hair curtaining your face. He slides the bottom of the Hellfire shirt you’re wearing up your stomach and kisses down the column of your neck.

His lips are soft, so soft and puffy and perfect. Those lips are criminal.

“Can I keep going?” He exhales.

“Please,” you scratch your nails gently down his biceps, encouraging him.

He slides inside you, stretching you out with his size. He bites down a little into the skin of your neck to keep himself from moaning.

You feel so good, wet and warm. It feels like he’s sheathed in hot velvet. You’re impossibly tight every time he fucks you, and your breathy sighs as you clench around his cock do nothing to help him last.

You almost scream when his hips roll right into that spot that makes your back arch. You feel electricity all over your body at the sensation. His groans in your ear egg you on, making you need the release.

Eddie reaches down to rub your clit, and you lose your hold on one of his biceps. Your hand goes to his curls, getting a firm grip in his hair as he rocks his hips into you faster than he had been before, his thumb circling your bud.

“Fuck,” he bites into your neck again. “I’m so close, baby.”

He’s whining, crying for it. You’re pulsing around his cock and clenching down on it like a vice, he can’t hold on for much longer. It makes you wild seeing him so needy, wanting it so bad.

“Eddie, faster,” you focus on the feeling curling in your tummy, and the sounds he’s making.

Then you can feel the rush again, more intense this time. His thumb presses harder on your clit and it makes your toes curl, the combination of his fingers stimulating you and his cock filling you up becoming too much for you to handle. You wish that you two could stay like this forever, with Eddie bucking his hips into you while you moan under him.

The veins in Eddie’s neck bulge out as he stills inside you, breathing heavily. His bangs brush against your forehead when he pushes himself as far as he can inside you, and finally lets that relief crash over him.

He kisses you, and you swallow all his moans and whines that come with it. You can still taste your sweetness on his lips and tongue. Kissing him eases the empty feeling as he slides out of you, his sticky cum dripping from your hole.

You push stray strands of hair behind his ear. “You really never cease to amaze me, Munson.”

“It’s always a pleasure,” he snorts, his hand cupping your jaw. “Let me clean you up, sweetheart.”

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