warnings: its not smut but it definitely references sex heavily so proceed with caution
a/n: eddie being a DM made decision making a little hard bc i could not decide between barbarian or bard. barbarian just cuz i think he would think its sexy but bard bc its poetic
not requested
You were surprised to see the Dungeons & Dragons board set up when you arrived for your weekly makeout session with Eddie—the room dimly lit by various candles may set the mood, but the binders at the head of the table, props, and game pieces threw you for a loop. Just two pieces on the board, you noticed. "Welcome in, Y/N the Thief." Eddie's narrator voice sparked something in you—you might actually be into this.
"Thief?" You repeated with a cautious smirk, sitting down at the table to get a better look at the little lonesome statues that just barely resembled you and him as they stood on opposite sides of the board. Your eyes flickered up to meet his and he could tell you were at least a tiny bit interested in what was to come.
"Oh, yes, the thief is right. The thief has traveled long and far to attain the most valuable loot across the land." Eddie reached over his standing binders and brought the two pieces closer. "This poor bard's heart." You bit your lip to hide the smile forming, he was damn good at getting in your pants and you couldn't let him know this was working on you. "The bard has been searching far and wide for his muse, and in doing so he let his heart be open. He found his muse, but they were tricky. Kept him wanting more, thinking of them every moment of every day until they were reunited—but he'd like his heart back." The Dungeon Master had spoken and retreated from behind his wall of stories, sauntering over to you around the corner of the table.
"I assume he'll have to earn it back." Your voice was low as he approached, leaning down to kiss you. His frizzy hairs fell past your face and his lips met yours, calloused fingertips caressing your cheeks. The kiss was deep, and before it got deeper Eddie pulled away and shoved the D&D paraphernalia to the floor and lifted you by the hips off your chair and onto the table, pleased by the small squeal that escaped your mouth as he moved you. Your legs fell to either side of his hips and he leaned into your body while his his tongue snuck past your teeth and his hands glided down your body. The man sure could tell a story, you wondered how this one would finish.
Don't have to be ashamed if you wanna scream my name
This is purely self indulgent. Its short and sweet. Ima freak that man. Pun intended. (Gn! Reader x Eddie Munson)
This song gives me such Eddie Munson vibes so now all I can think about is that song blasting from like his stereo in his van while him and reader are in the back. Reader is likely fresh out of a shitty relationship, and instantly goes to Eddie for any sort of reassurance, and one thing leads to another, and now they're in the back of the car making out like their life depends on it
Readers straddling him, hands in his hair pulling lightly as they kiss him feverishly. Eddie returning the same firey passion in the kiss, nipping at Readers bottom lip, him grinning the whole time, his hands roaming up and down their body, stopping on their hips to get a nice grip, and start to guide em back and forth, effectively getting them to grind on his thigh and oh fuck its just so good. For a moment, Readers mind blanks, their jaw goes slack and they moan obscenely loud, and its now that they're glad the music is so loud.
And Eddie, is thankful for the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth, deepening the kiss into a messy clash of teeth and tongue, drool slipping out from the side of your mouth and likely his as well but god he cant bring himself to care when he can feel your core rubbing against his thigh- fuck hes never been so hard in his life.
‣ eddie's session runs longer than you thought. bored, with nothing to do, you find his shirt.
‣ eddie munson x reader | stranger things masterlist | 823 words | fluff, established relationship, idiots in love ig
‣ i havent posted him in a while and i just got to rewatching s4, so naturally-
He’d been gone far too long already.
You tried not to complain, not having the desire to suck the life out of his soul for simply engaging in his passion. Dungeons and dragons served as an enigma in your brain, its complexity never failing to swirl your thoughts in knots each time you tried learning to play. If him being late was the only self punishment for not comprehending the rules of the game, then perhaps it was justifiable.
..It was just late. And you were beyond bored.
Boredom was a lazy explanation for the feeling you were experiencing at the moment, but for lack of better word, boredom will do. Body sprawled across his mattress, Gremlins displayed in the living room television down the hall, fingernails touched skin in a pattern, as if counting sheep represented itself through your fingers. The night sky stretched further along the hours as you waited for his campaign to finish, but with the way your eyelids drooped and head bobbed, you may not be around for his return.
Laying back on your spine, ceiling coming into view, you fought the upcoming dreams with all your might to avoid slumber, wanting to greet Eddie properly the moment he stepped inside. Chin lolling to the right, a signature club shirt curiously grabbed your eye, the red faced demon poking through the gaps of his drawer.
Huh.
Somehow that pumped a vein full of awoken energy throughout your body. Sitting back up, you crawled over to the drawer and yanked the shirt from its clenches, freeing the fabric from its prison. The demon’s eyes met yours in a sneer, and sometimes you wonder if the corners of his mouth grew each time you stared at him. Discarding your own top, you replaced it with his, the remnants of smoke and faint cologne wafting in your nostrils.
Eddie smelled like home, a sanctuary, a safe place. A bit ironic, with fire comes reassurance, in your world, that is.
The garment was a bit loose on your figure, the ends reaching just below your hips. With the canvas of your legs exposed from lack of pajamas, his shirt became your blanket and lover all in one, a figment of the real thing. This will have to do until he returns.
Cheek pressed to the comforter, Gremlins had just barely faded out into the credits when sleep found you, tucked away and hidden in the cotton of Hellfire.
“Baabe, I’m home.”
Brass met knob when Eddie unlocked it open, enjoying the warm heat of the trailer compared to the brisk November air outside. Campaign was good, as usual. Dungeon Master certainly had its perks, even if repeating senior year didn’t. The journey to his bedroom was swift, eager to finally end his day with you by his side, how it always should be.
However he wasn’t at all, in the slightest bit, prepared to greet you adorning his beloved club shirt, soft skin of your thighs bare, asleep comfortably in his bed. His bed. Alone. With his shirt on. And boyshorts. Oh, wow. You were going to be the death of him.
It was as if he’d been transported to the Moma, viewing a delicate, historical self portrait of an acrylic artist from the 1700s. You were a sight to behold, and for him only. His feet almost sunk into the floorboards from the sheer weight his heart plummeted against his ribs. He’d just fallen in love all over again. How do you do it so easily?
A gentle groan emitted in your throat as you shifted. What a sweet sound. You’re so sweet.
Crouching down towards your face, his ringed knuckle gilded hair from your eyelashes, a smile on his face at the way you stirred from the action. When your eyes awoke to meet his, his lips only stretched wider.
“Mornin', sweetheart.”
Stretching out your arms, a yawn escaped you as a sleepy, “Oh, you’re home,” uttered out in a jumbled whisper. His full palm caressed your face now, occasionally smoothing down your hair while continuing to grin at your drowsiness. He couldn’t get enough.
“Yeah, Hellfire ran a lil late. Sorry to keep you waiting.”
You shook your head into his fingers. “No, you’re fine. I was just bored.”
A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest as he moved to sit beside you. His fingers transitioned from your cheek to the shirt on your skin, rings grazing the neckline and shoulder. Eddie had never seen anything like it, and he wore this exact thing every god damn week.
“You look beautiful like this.”
It was as if complimenting a model, the way he spoke so carefully and tender. You gave him a look.
“..It’s comfy. I might steal it from you.”
He’d give you anything he wanted if you gave him the word. His lips captured yours in a trance, ending too quick for your liking.
You're super sleepy and therefore not fully in control of yourself as you nose Eddie's t-shirt up his stomach. The man giggles, hands suspended above your head in confusion.
"What're you doin' there, Y/N?"
You get frustrated with the lack of progress and shift so that you can tug Eddie's shirt up to his chin, ignoring his bemused protests. Your eyes land on his spider tattoo and you smile affectionately before ducking your head to give it a kiss.
"Night night, Spidey."
Eddie's surprised laugh is loud and he crushed you in his arms, rolling until you're under him. "That was fuckin' adorable, sweetheart!" His voice is thick with love and it makes your heart stop in your chest. "I love you. So much."
The way you arch up to give him a kiss says everything you have words for, and everything you don't.
“listen” he heaved a long sigh, “i want you to be comfortable in this house- this is your house too y/n. okay?” he received no response.
“okay! but.. we have to implement some ground rules. sound good?”
no response. “okay.”
you were sat next to eddie, wide eyed, on the couch as your dad, hopper, sat opposite you both.. he’d walked in on something… misfortunate… and now came the lecture.
both of you were frozen, in slight fear and humiliation.
“i want you to be able to share your.. feelings.” you heard el snort a laugh from her room, where she was no doubt listening in closely.
he definitely heard, as his lips curled to a slight grimace, but kept going, just like joyce told him to on the phone 10 minutes beforehand.
“but, there will be no- no more of.. that.. while el and i are home. at all. not. at. all. zilch. okay?” eddie hesitantly nodded next to you, you just continued to stare at your dad in mortification.
“words, y/n- i need words!” he looked like he hated this conversation almost as much as you did, so you said, “yes, dad. we understand.” eyes scattering around the room, avoiding eye contact as if it were the plague.
“look, hopper-“ a look from the man sent eddie back a step, “sir? listen- we didn’t mean for you for hear uh- all that” you see eddie try to repress a smirk and you quickly whack his leg with your hand, he inhales and forces a straight face. “y’know, but-“
“uh uh, no but’s” hopper said sternly, staring down eddie with a look you’d only ever seen him use on one before.. mike.
“no but’s” eddie agrees, nodding quickly.
it was an amusing sight to see, eddie, your rockstar, d&d playing boyfriend, having to abide by the sheriff’s rules, looking like an obedient dog in training.
hopper sighed one more and leant back in his seat, the quick second that he wasn’t looking, eddie snuck a look at you, smiling brightly and sticking his tongue out. you quickly repressed a laugh, if you laughed.. who knows how much longer this would go on for.
“alright…” you two turned back to face your dad, “i hate this as much as you two” he confirmed your thoughts, “do you understand my point?” he enunciated his words, you and eddie nodded in sync.
hopper stared at you both for a second longer, almost analysing you. “alright.. you can go, i’m done.”
you don’t think you’d ever stood up so quickly before in your life, eager to get out of that situation. grabbing your boyfriends hand and pulling him with you.
before you both entered your room, you heard a shout.. “keep the door open 3 inches!”
warnings: Mike's a bitch in this cause why not, swearing
request: Hey can I please suggest one where it’s a Mike wheeler x reader and Mike acts like he hates them because he is worried that if he doesn’t hate them he will admit his feelings so one day he walks in on them crying and feels horrible
A/N: 18+ readers DNI.
The cafeteria was buzzing, students laughing and chatting with one another, the teens sitting with Eddie Munson ignoring the disgusted stares from everyone else, being used to it by now. The Party members were talking and laughing with one another as usual, all except for the dark haired Wheeler boy, who sat looking rather blue at the table, his head looking down at his lunch tray, picking at the food with his plastic fork.
"Wheeler, what's going on?" Mike's head shot up at Eddie's familiar voice, "You look all sad. You better not be like that for the campaign tonight." he remarked, receiving a cheer from the rest of the party at the mention of the campaign.
"Nah, it's nothing." he lied, dropping his gaze back down to the mushy food on his tray.
Lucas rolled his eyes, "Someone's just sad that Y/N's not here today."
Mike's cheeks burned bright red, "No I'm not!" he denied.
The teens at the table all snickered and laughed at Mike's flustered expression, Eddie being the exception, who just furrowed his brows together in confusion.
"Y/N? By the way you always glare and roll your eyes at them, I assumed you just hated them."
Mike nodded at Eddie, "That's because I do hate them." he urged, though it seemed like he was just trying to convince himself.
"Sure you do," Dustin mumbled, rolling his eyes, "That's why you keep looking at them with heart eyes, 'oh Y/N, I don't know how to express my feelings around you so I'll just be mean to you instead, but I really really like you.'" he mocked, earning a death glare from Mike.
"That's not funny, Dustin."
Lucas snickered, "It's kinda funny."
Mike rolled his eyes, standing up from the table, forgetting about the crappy cafeteria slop people called food. It was the last thing on his mind. He ignored the calls from Lucas and Dustin attempting to apologise and exited the cafeteria. Mike made his way outside the building, striding toward the old wall phone in front of the building, mainly used for kids when their parents forget to pick them up or when people are just bored, but Mike had other intentions.
He hastily dialled the number he had engraved in his brain, brought the phone to his ear and listened to it ring. The dial tone ran through the phone for what felt like an eternity, before the beep sounded.
"Piece of shit," Mike hissed, slamming the phone back in its place. He ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. How was he supposed to go with his day now? He needed to see you. At least hear your voice. It was driving him crazy with you not there.
Mike could barely focus the rest of the school day, his mind racing with thoughts. Make that one thought. After all, he could only bring himself to think about you.
The second the bell rang for home-time, Mike sped out of school, no time to explain to Lucas and Dustin what the hell he was doing. He wasn't even sure what he was doing himself. Though he knew what he wanted to do. See you.
He sped down the streets on his bike, wind flipping in his hair, too pumped up on adrenaline to care about his legs burning from how fast he was going. He almost missed your house he was going so fast, and almost crashed into your mailbox. OR he might've crashed. Again, he was too pumped up to care.
He hurried to your front door, pounding his fist on the wood almost a hundred times, before someone finally answered.
"Who the hell are you and why are you trying to break down our door?!”
”Is Y/N here?” he asked breathlessly, only just realising he could’ve paced himself a bit more. He realised the person at the door was one of your parents and he definitely should’ve made a better first impression, but he didn’t have time to care.
”Huh?”
”Is Y/N here?!”
”Yeah. Are you part of their dnd team or something.”
”Party. Dnd party- yes.”
“I bet they’ll probably wanna talk to you then.” they said, opening their further to let Mike in.
”Why? What’s wrong?” he asked, practically sprinting inside.
”I doubt they wanna tell me. You’ll probably have better luck.”
Mike had his doubts about that, but nodded his head nonetheless, “Thanks,” he said, sprinting off to your room.
He hadn’t been to your house in ages; he almost forgot where it was. That thought alone made him feel even worse than he already did.
When he made it to your room he knocked, anxiously waiting for your reply.
”Come in,” you called.
Mike practically burst through the door at your words, but reality hit him like a brick when he saw your confused expression, and he realised he had no idea what he was doing.
”Mike?” he just stood there, not having the slightest clue of what to say, “what are you doing here?”
Mike opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again, trying his best to form words, “I. Uh… you weren’t at school today, I wanted to check if you were ok.”
You furrowed your eyebrows at him. The Mike Wheeler you thought you knew wouldn’t give a shit about your well-being. You thought he’d be jumping for joy when you weren’t there, “What does that mean?”
Mike took a breath, “I was just worried,” he walked further in your room, before noticing your face shiny with tears, “shit Y/N, have you been crying.”
You resisted the urge to wipe the tears from your face, knowing that’d just confirm his suspicions. “No.”
“Yes you have. Y/N, what’s wrong?”
"Nothing." you pressed, not wanting him to know.
"Then why are you crying?"
"I'm not."
"Bullshit."
"Fuck you."
"What?" Mike heard what you said perfectly fine. He didn't care if you had to curse him out for hours; he just wanted to know what was wrong.
You rolled your eyes, "I said 'fuck you'."
"Why?"
You stared at him in pure disbelief, "Why? Mike, you have been the biggest fucking asshole to me for months!" you continued when Mike stared at you like an idiot, "You're always rolling your eyes whenever I talk, I catch you death staring me, and whenever I try to ask you what I did wrong you just fucking ran away." Hearing you say that, he realised that was probably a dumb move. "A-and now you're here asking me why I'm crying and not going to the campaign tonight? It's fucking confusing."
"Y/N, I'm sorry. I don't mean to be a jerk to you. I just..." he trailed off, not wanting to finish his sentence.
You stared blankly at him, "What?"
"I-" he cut himself off with a groan, holding his head in his head, "I don't think of you as my friend, Y/N."
Despite your eye roll, you still felt your heart pang at Mike's words. "You made that clear."
Mike squeezed his eyes shut in frustration. He didn't know why he could never have a normal conversation with you. "No, I didn't mean it like that. I, ugh. I like you." he blurted out, immediately feeling his cheeks go red.
You stared at him, "What?"
"I like you Y/N. Not in a friend way."
You felt your heart rate quicken as you began to realise what he was talking about, "Like in a Max and Lucas way?"
He nodded, "And that's not an excuse for how I was acting, I just didn't know how else to deal with it cause I know you don't like me that way, and being a jerk was the only thing I knew I could do. I don't know how to be a good boyfriend, I know how to be a jerk."
You stared at Mike for a while, gathering up all your thoughts before you spoke, "You're wrong Mike."
"What? I wasn't a jerk?"
"No," you furrowed your brows, "You were definitely a jerk. You're wrong cause you said I don't like you."
Mike froze. "Huh?"
"I like you too Mike. When you're not acting like a jerk though, so fucking stop that."
"Oh." he sighed in relief, cheeks burning bright red. "I was not expecting that."
Just a little drabble, the fluffiest fluff ever. The reader is tired and cuddles up to Eddie who's more than happy to take care of them.
Tw: one tiny curse word
"Uff..." Eddie grunts as you almost tackle him on the old sofa in the living room of the Munson trailer - not forcefully, but gently - and push him down to curl up on his lap. Your face is buried in his tummy and you let out a deep sigh as his warmth slowly seeps into your own cold and exhausted body. Naturally, he wraps an arm around you to hold you even closer, fingers splayed to touch as much of your back as possible. As if to make sure that you're not just a dream and will vanish any second. And soon enough, his grunt turns into a breathy chuckle. "What are you doing, sweetheart?"
"Cuddle you..." you murmur. Your voice is muffled against his worn out band shirt, but you don't want to move and leave the coziness of your current position. "Missed you... Tired..."
"Hmm... I see. I got you, I got you. My beautiful Lúthien." He leans over you, his wild dark curls tickling your neck, and then presses a sloppy kiss to the crown of your head with an extra loud mwah. As always, when he uses this name for you, heat rises in your cheeks and you bury your face even deeper into his soft tummy. You absolutely adore it when Eddie gushes about his hobbies and interests, the way his pretty chocolate button eyes sparkle with glee and he gets all excited. But him calling you an elven maiden and most beautiful creature in all of Arda...this definitely hits different.
"Well, if I'm your beautiful Lúthien, then that makes you my brave and strong and handsome Beren. And you can't say anything against it, we both know it's a fact." Now you do move, shifting on his lap to look at him. You bring your hands up to brush a lose strand of hair from his face before cupping it. The pads of your thumbs slowly trace his velvet blush and you yawn quietly, eyes half closed and so very heavy. "My pretty boy. Love...you..."
"Shh, shh... Just rest for me, 'kay? I'm not going anywhere, I prommy. I'll take care of you." Eddie's heart almost explodes with love and happiness as he grabs the old fluffy blanket Uncle Wayne bought and wraps you in it. How can he be so lucky to hold such an angel in his arms? You mean the whole damn world to him and he would simply do anything for you to protect you. "I love you too. So fucking much."
His steady heartbeat and gentle touches are lulling you into the land of dreams and the last thing you feel before you fall asleep is his full lips against your forehead for the most tender kiss.
Warm. Safe. Loved. Home. That's how you both feel when you're together.
