Want Eddie To Smack The Shit Outta Me And Call Me His Filthy Little Whore

Vanity Fair Lie Detector Interview w/ Jamie Campbell Bower and You

hello! I've had this idea for like almost a year now lol. this is very dialogue heavy, there's not much description, but I felt like it kind of had to be, since it's just back and forth questions? idk, it's not my best work, but the idea is sickeningly cute and I needed to get it out. anyway, hope you enjoy it! <3 warnings: none! just fluff, ST4 costar!reader, gender neutral reader (pls let me know if I missed any gendered terms!)

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As part of your Stranger Things press tour following the release of Vol. 2, you and your co-star Jamie were appearing on the lie detector interview. Entering the set, it was dark, with just a single overhead light hanging above a metal table. You and Jamie sat in chairs in front of the table as you filmed the intro for the video.

"Which one of you would like to go first?" The producer asked off camera.

You both turned to look at each other, nervously smiling. You shuffled your feet against the floor.

"Uh...I guess I'll go." You shrugged. "I'll just rip the band aid off."

The camera cut and the polygraph examiner set up as you and Jamie took your places on either side of the metal table.

"I feel like I'm looking at 25 to life or something right now." You chuckled as the polygraph examiner finished hooking you up to the machine.

"Are you nervous?" Jamie smiled at you from across the table.

"I'm sweating!"

Jamie cleared his throat, adjusting his posture to sit up straight, smirking as he tried to look intimidating. Your lips scrunched into a thin line as your eyes widened, showing your anxious anticipation.

"Okay...first question: is today June 8th, 2022?" He read from the cards in his hands.

"Yes." You stated.

"Were you in season 4 of Stranger Things?"

"I was." You smiled.

"Did you always want to be an actor growing up?"

"Uh...y-yeah. I would say yes." You nodded. "One of the things I wanted to be, anyway."

"What else would you have wanted to be?"

"Uh, well I still do music, but I wanted to be a famous musician. For a hot second I wanted to be a museum curator." You smiled.

"Have you ever googled yourself to see what people think of your work?"

You laughed and then hung your head. "I have! I need the validation..."

"I'm British, and you're American. Do you think I do a good American accent?" He chuckled.

You paused, sucking in a breath jokingly before smiling. "No, I'm kidding. You do have a decently good one, actually. Yeah."

Jamie gave you a side eye and looked at the polygraph examiner, who sat still staring at the paper and moving dowels. He looked back at you and nodded judgingly.

"Do you remember your first celebrity crush?" Jamie smiled.

"Yes."

"Who was it?"

You let out a breath, a slight smile flashing across your lips. "Um, I think it was like, Orlando Bloom?" You laughed. "Man, him as a blonde elf, y'know?"

Jamie chuckled at your answer before glancing down to his cards and looking back up. He smirked. "Do you have a current celebrity crush?"

"Uh...yes." You pursed your lips, taken aback by the question slightly.

Jamie cocked an eyebrow, leaning closer over the table. "And who is your current celebrity crush?" He smirked.

Your eyes went wide and you felt your cheeks immediately blush. You glanced over to the polygraph examiner, laughing nervously. It was him. Ever since the day he walked into the table read, you were enamored with his beauty, inside and out. You were secretly so excited to be paired with him for these press events, despite not having much screen time with him. You hoped your feelings wouldn't be obvious, but now, being hooked up to a lie detector, you felt like you weren't able to hide it at all.

"Oh god...haha...uhh..." You looked back at Jamie, eyebrows high, biting your lips slightly. "Well...uh, all I'll say is... they're in the room currently..." You smiled shyly, averting your eyes.

You could feel the warmth of Jamie's smile that grew across his face. "I didn't know you felt that away about the polygraph man." He chuckled.

You looked up, seeing his cheeks lightly blushed. You giggled, looking over at the smiling polygraph examiner. "I'm glad I could finally let him know." You looked back to Jamie.

"Well...I'm sure he's absolutely flattered." He held your gaze for a moment before taking in a deep breath and looking back down at his cards. "Okay, last question... Would you say you're cooler than your character in Stranger Things?"

You laughed. "Oh god... Absolutely. They're much cooler than me, yes."

"Did you lie at any point during this interview that we didn't catch?" He asked, narrowing his eyes and leaning forward.

You grimaced, looking over to the polygraph examiner. "I don't think so, no. I didn't lie."

He gave a thumbs up and you jokingly exhaled a sigh of relief. The camera cut, and the crew came around you, setting up the next shot for Jamie to be in the hot seat. There wasn't much time for conversation as they worked around you, which you were slightly thankful for, given your admission. Though, you both did exchange a few soft glances and warm smiles, which made you feel less embarrassed. The two of you switched seats and the camera started rolling as the polygraph examiner hooked Jamie up to the machine.

"You're right, this is very surreal." Jamie laughed, looking at the equipment put on him.

"Are you nervous?"

"Maybe...I don't know yet." He smiled, settling into the seat with the wires now on him.

"You should be." You winked and brought the cards up in front of you. "Alright, is your name Jamie Campbell Bower?"

He nodded. "Yes."

"Were you born in London, England?"

"Yes."

"You played Vecna in the new season of Stranger Things, as well as a member of the Volturi in Twilight. Would you consider yourself a good villain?"

Jamie's face twisted into a thought. "Oh wow. I mean...I don't think me, personally, as a villain. I try not to be! But I suppose the villain is fun to play, definitely. I guess I play the villain well, yes."

"You've been in a number of cancelled projects. Do you think you make bad career choices?" You tried to hold back your laughter.

He laughed out loud. "Thanks for bringing it up, love. Uh...no. I think they were all projects I really believed in and felt a connection to. I chose them because I enjoyed them. So no, I don't think that."

"You have made music with bands The Darling Buds, Counterfeit, and as a solo act. Would you want to be a full-time musician if you weren't an actor?"

He thought for a moment. "I suppose, yes. But I really couldn't imagine one without the other. They're both so deeply part of me. So...yes and no?"

"Do you secretly hate the Duffer brothers for making you go through 8 hours of prosthetics to play Vecna instead of just making it CGI?"

Jamie laughed again. "No! I don't!" He looked over to the polygraph examiner.

"He's telling the truth." He said flatly.

"Phew...I still have a job, good." He jokingly wiped his brow. "No, I think the choice to have it be almost entirely practical effects really made all the difference for you know, my scene partners, as well as for my own ability to get into character."

"Did you take anything from set that no one gave you permission to take?"

"Uh....n-no...no, I don't think I took anything without permission... I hope not?"

You looked down to the cards in your hand, scanning the questions listed. But you had an idea.

Well, payback time for me. Who's your current celebrity crush, then?" You smirked, narrowing your eyes.

He rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair with a smile. "Oh god. Yeah, yeah...I guess fair is fair." He leaned forward. "Well, um...I'm looking it at them." He smiled shyly.

Your mouth hung open, lilting up at the ends in euphoric shock. You bit your lip, letting the full smile overtake your face, stinging your cheeks. "Oh...is that so?" You giggled.

"We can defer to the polygraph man." He gestured over as you both looked to the man sat in front of the machine.

He smiled, looking back over to you, nodding. "He's telling the truth."

"Oh...well, I guess that's-that's convenient isn't it?" You giggled, feeling your cheeks flush.

"Did we just become a couple in this interview?" Jamie laughed.

"I think we did." You shook your head in disbelief, joining him in his laughter.

"Wow, this was much more affective than Tinder, this is what everyone should be doing." He gestured to the lie detector equipment.

"And on camera, too." You gave finger guns to the camera, giving a wink. "Um...but okay. Wow... Well, final question: Did you lie at any point during this interview and we didn't catch it?"

Jamie shook his head. "No, I don't believe I told any lies."

The polygraph examiner nodded, backing up that Jamie had not told lies. You smiled, setting the cards down, laying your hands on the table. Jamie smiled and reached across, taking your hands in his. The camera cut and the crew swelled around, taking the lie detector equipment away and setting up for you two to film the outro to the video.

The crew set the chairs back to the front of the table and had you two sit their once again. The producer called to roll the camera and let you know to start.

"Well, this has been Lie Detector Interview, or Lie Detector Matchmaker I guess." Jamie chimed. You burst out laughing, nudging Jamie's shoulder. "I thought this would be terrifying, but it actually went quite well I'd say." He looked to you.

You nodded. "Better than I would have expected." You smiled up at him. "Thanks so much for having us, Vanity Fair! This has been lovely!"

You both held your hands up, intertwined with the other, before leaning against one another with smiles on both of your faces.

"This is video is going to break the internet." Jamie whispered, leaning into your ear, drawing a delighted laugh from you just as they cut the camera.

okay so i know it might be an unpopular opinion but

i had a wet dream about eddie (sorry not sorry xx) and he was so dominant & power hungry BUT for some reason i praised him and called him “good boy” and it sent him FERAL. and now i can’t get it off my mind that he loves it and wants it more than he’d ever let on <33

you go bestie!!! those wet dreams feel so real sometimes btw holy shit also, unpopular opinion or not, i can totally see this omg

i feel like he loved it even more because he didn’t expect it, at all. you just made him realize that he has a huge praising kink, which is something that you love teasing him with. you praising him? gets him turned on immediately. imagine dropping something in public, asking for him to pick it and whispering “good boy” in his ear right after he gave it to you. he would get so hard and flustered, it’s adorable honestly. but you praising him in during sex is just what drives him crazy every time. “hmm, just like that eddie, you’re doing so good baby” you moan into his ear as he groans in response, increasing his already brutal pace even more, causing him to hit that one spot inside of you 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Scare Cute - Eddie’s Night

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: You visit a haunted house attraction with friends and there’s one particular scarer who seems determined to give you a fright.

Contains: fluff, allusions to feelings of arousal, blood (fake), weapons (fake), flirting, allusions to smut

Word count: 1.6k+

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A/N: this is based on the time I went to a haunted house and the scarer couldn’t scare me because I was too busy recovering from when he growled at me lol (he got me in the end though) dedicated to my Betty Spaghetti 😘 and a thank you to my beta readers @lilthbunny @probablyin-bed and @tylevx you guys are wonderful

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The interior of the building was dark and loud as it filled with eerie music, screams of fright, and the chattering of voices who waited for their turn to witness the terror inside the infamous Hawkins Houses of Horror. It was Hawkins' most popular attraction during the fall season and the only reason you made the 40-minute trip to the small town. It was a tradition for you and your friends to visit their annual haunted house together to ring in the spooky season.

The town had put together multiple haunted houses, all with their own theme. There was The Dollhouse of Dread, The Manor of Souls, The Witches Curse, and your favorite the Massacre at the Farm. You always started with the Dollhouse first before you made your way through the others, knowing it was the least intense of all of them. You were never an easy scare, using horror movies to help you sleep at night.

As you waited outside the first house you saw a few scare actors wandering the main area and trying to scare those waiting in line. There was one actor in particular who seemed rather skilled at it. He always seemed to pick the perfect time, always catching the poor bystanders off guard. But you saw him coming.

He slammed the head of his scythe on the ground beside you, making a loud clanking sound. Your friends flinched and one of them even yelped. But you merely looked at him, taking in his appearance. A burlap sack made into a mask was over his face, blood smattered across it with the mouth stitched shut. His overalls were torn up and covered in fake blood as well. He leaned in close to you, hay poking out of his sleeve with long-fingered hands reaching for you but never touching. The horrific scarecrow before you stared you down, deep brown eyes barely visible from behind the mask. But you stood your ground, with a smile on your face.

“Hi,” you beamed at him. His face was now inches from yours. So close you could feel his hot breath on your face. No scarer had ever gotten so close to you before. Just as you were about to say something else to the looming figure a guttural growl slipped past his lips.

Your heart picked up in tempo, but you weren’t scared. Your eyes widened for a second as your thighs instinctually clenched together. As heat rose in your cheeks he pulled away, eyeing you over once more before he went on his way to scare more people. You sighed deeply through your nose once he was gone. Your friends didn’t seem to notice your reaction to the scarecrow man, and you were thankful for that knowing the relentless teasing they would unleash onto you if they did.

You went through the Dollhouse, your friends getting spooked when a kid who you didn’t see coming crawled across the floor in front of you, asking you to play. But you remained unphased and joked that you already had plans. The next house you got through relatively quickly and moved on to wait in line for the third, the Witches Curse. You and your friends chatted amongst each other as you waited your turn to enter.

Then you saw him out of the corner of your eye. He approached you slowly, but you remained still and kept looking towards your friends to let him think you hadn’t noticed him yet. He came up right beside you and suddenly got in your face, slamming his scythe on the ground once again to make you jump. You turned to him, giggling lightly as you said, “Oh you’re back!” He responded with a snarl, long fingers curling by your face almost brushing your cheek. You shivered from the proximity.

“See you at the Farm,” he whispered. Your breath hitched in your throat at his voice, deep, smooth, and full of warmth. For a moment you could have sworn he winked at you. Then he was gone again, sneaking up behind an unsuspecting man and making him scream in fright.

“Poor guy,” one of your friends tutted. “All he wants is one little scare and you won’t even give him that.”

You merely shrugged, trying to catch your breath from hearing his voice.

You and your friends made it through the third house. Your mind was in another place during your trek through it, trying to decipher his tone when he said he’d meet you at the farm. It was both vaguely threatening and flirtatious. A combination you were not used to. With the strangely attractive scarecrow man clouding your thoughts you barely paid attention to the scarers in the Witches Curse. One curly-haired boy in particular looked rather disappointed with himself when he didn’t scare you by jumping out at you.

The scarecrow still did not leave your mind as you waited in line for the last and final house. The Massacre at the Farm. This one was infamous. The scariest of them all. But you were far more concerned with what the scarecrow meant when he said he’d meet you here, and what you would do if he growled at you again.

You didn’t see him among the other scarers who stayed in the main area. That only made you more anxious as you stepped into the last house with your friends.

The walls of this house were designed to resemble that of an old farmhouse. Blood splattered across the walls and family portraits. The corpse of an old farmer laid across the couch, his head missing from his shoulders. As you continued through the house you entered the kitchen. A woman in a bloody apron and a ghastly scarred face wielded a knife as she rushed over to you, rambling on about the taste of your flesh and how tender you would be. Your friends jumped slightly, not expecting her approach, and quickly pulled you through that room and into a bedroom.

A young girl stood in the corner with a wicked smile on her face, her red hair pulled into pigtails while she clutched an ax in her hand.

“Papa got what was coming to him, mama said!” She shouted as she ran up to you. She raised her ax at you, but you didn’t flinch. She laughed menacingly when she saw one of your friends did. Just as you were about to leave, a man with his mouth sewn shut jumped out of the closet at you, making all your friends scream. You merely laughed along with the two scarers who chuckled diabolically as you and your friends hurried out of the room. You went down a long and dark hallway. It was so dark you could barely see your friends in front of you. The hallway led you to the final room which looked like a back porch to a farmhouse.

The ceiling was made to look like the night sky and ahead of you was a hallway whose walls were made from walls of corn stalks. It was an incredibly narrow space, so much so that you and your friends decided to go through it in a single file line. You slowly made your way through the twisting maze when a sudden rumbling noise had you whipping around in the direction of it. But there was nothing behind you. When you turned back around your friends were gone.

“Guys?” you called out to them, but there was no response. You continued down the narrow path, your hair stood on end from the sudden disappearance of your friends. For the first time, you started to feel uneasy, not understanding where your friends had gone. Once you saw the end of the maze you quickened your pace. At the end of the maze was a room made to look the center of it. A scarecrow sat in the center strung up on some t-shaped planks. Your mind was brought back to the scarecrow man from the waiting area. You hadn’t seen him since his mildly threatening promise. It put you on edge, but you decided not to dwell on it when you saw the exit sign in front of you.

But before you could make it a figure came out from the shadows suddenly holding a large object over your head, your back hit the wall as you cowered and let out a scream. Your arms went up instinctively to cover your face, but a chuckle had you pulling them down and opening your shut eyes.

The scarecrow man from before loomed over you.

He pulled his mask off his face. His forehead glistened with sweat, bangs sticking to his skin as his brown eyes looked down at you. His lips spread out into a mischievous smirk.

“What’s wrong darlin’?” he teased, putting his hand against the wall above your head as he leaned into you. “You scared?”

“You asshole!” you pushed him away by his shoulders and he laughed as he stumbled back. “You can’t do that!”

He grinned at you, pushing his sweaty bangs off his forehead. “Couldn't let you ruin my reputation as the best scarer,” he winked at you, causing a flutter in your chest.

“Now, what do you say you give me your number and the next time I growl for you I won’t be in this silly costume.”

You hummed, sliding a finger under one of the straps of his overalls. “I don’t know,” you shrugged. “I kind of like the costume.”

“Yeah?” He replied, his voice low and quiet. “I get off in 10 minutes. Meet me in the parking lot?”

“Will you wear the mask?”

“Fuck, I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

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*kisses you while you're in the middle of infodumping* Sorry, you're just being really sexy right now. Continue.

Unforgiving

Kinktober 2022 - Day 5

Pairing: Ghostface!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Kink: Knife Play

Words: 1.06k

Summary: Eddie breaks into your house thinking you were an easy target but you put up a fight and get his mask off and well you saw his face, he can’t let you go now. 

Warnings: explicit language, descriptions of violence, explicit sexual content (dub-con, slight bondage, knife kink, unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal sex, teasing, squirting, slight degrading, overstimulation, creampie, rough sex), Eddie being pervy, slight blood, Reader being a badass

a/n: Here is Day 5! I hope you enjoy! Also writing dark fics are not my speciality but I hope I did good!

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Please can you write something sweet with Eddie making reader a pink sleeved Hellfire shirt😮‍💨🥹

cute, cute, cute. thank you for the request!

again, clearing some requests out so my apologies for taking so freaking long! all my love 🖤

((a thousand points to your Hogwarts House if you know where the title is from))

Happy Little Accident

pairing: Eddie Munson x female!reader

fandom: Stranger Things

word count: (she's a shorty!) 2.4k+

note: author is burnt out! author's blood is coffee, weed, and nicotine!

warnings: i think there's cursing, but outside that, it's short and sweet and Eddie's a bumbling mess 'cause you're so pretty. #facts.

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"That looks... Uh, interesting, Eddie. New color scheme?" Dustin rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yeah, man, really, uh... Creative?" Mike tried to copy, staring at the newest shirt in Eddie's hands.

"Glad you're being true to yourself, my man," Lucas beamed, nodding in approval with an encouraging thumbs up; making all of Hellfire look at him with bewilderment. "What?"

"What're you talking about?" Gareth chuckled, offering a pinched look at the Freshman.

"I mean," Lucas looked around nervously, "aren't we talking about the shirt Eddie's holding?"

"We are," Jeff confirmed.

"Well, if Eddie's into wearing pink, I'm just saying, we support him," Lucas defended hotly, looking offended by his friends. "Well, I support you, man," he directed at Eddie.

"Dude," Eddie chuckled, "'s not for me."

"Okay? Who's it for then?" Lucas wondered, earning another round of disbelieving looks. "What now!?"

"Are you just messing with us?" Gareth chuckled, looking to Dustin and Mike. "He's messing with us, right?"

"He is," Dustin covered, "because it's obvious that the shirt's for Y/N... Right?" He looked to Eddie.

"It is," he relented, making the Freshman sigh a collective breath of relief. "I was thinking of making her an official member of Hellfire. Any objections?"

Jeff scoffed, "Yeah, 'cause we're gonna say no to your girlfriend joining the club?"

"She's not my girlfriend," Eddie rushed to explain, his ears burning brightly under his embarrassment and long locks.

"I mean," Gareth laughed, "you made a shirt just for her..."

"So?" Eddie sighed, glancing to the shirt in his hands, then to all the present members of Hellfire. "So what?"

"Where'd you get it?" Mike wondered.

"I made it, not like we have shirts for girls laying around..."

At his revelation, the boys all hollered, "Ho-Hoooo! Yeaaah!"

"What?" Eddie groaned, slouching into his throne; tossing his legs over an arm rest, "What're you guys on about now?"

He sounded exasperated, but Jeff knew he was desperately curious. So, he relented, "Dude, you stayed late every day last week to use the sewing club's machines."

"So?"

"So!" He laughed, "We know you're into her!"

"You literally made her a custom Hellfire shirt," Mike smirked. "I mean, the pink sleeves are a nice touch."

He shrugged, "She has a black-sleeved one."

"You mean she has one of yours," Dustin teased, snickering to Mike and Lucas as Jeff and Garth watched from across the table as Eddie sighed and pinned them with a stony look.

"So what?" Eddie eventually asked. "She likes pink!"

"It's cute, leave him alone," Jeff eventually sighed, smirking at his Dungeon Master. "Is she coming tonight?"

"I asked her to," he nodded with a small smile, not meeting any eyes. Then, as if he couldn't help himself, Eddie was asking, "You think she's into me?"

He wasn't expecting them all to burst out in laughter - like, genuine laughter. Where Gareth smacked the table and Dustin almost doubled over, kind of laughter.

"What? What!?" Eddie rushed in alarm.

"Dude!" Lucas snickered, "I've never seen anyone so smitten. Girl's got it bad for you - but you're not really any better."

"Really?" Eddie asked, much more sheepishly. It was such a turncoat from their usually charismatic leader, that the boys settled down before sharing fond, yet mischievous looks.

"Dude," Mike nodded, "she's definitely into you. Should ask her out."

"Nah, maybe not," Eddie shook his head.

"Why not?" Dustin wondered in earnest. "I mean - you're you! She's into you! C'mon, man!"

But Eddie admitted, "She deserves someone better than whatever I'm offering. Know she got into Princeton? And Stanford, apparently."

"Shit," Mike looked at Lucas with sadness; but only for the limited timeframe you two faced, and not because you got into college. They understood that most teenagers were frothing at the mouth to get their college acceptance letters - you even went as far to pay for early admission - simply because it would get you guys out of Hawkins faster.

"Doesn't matter, you guys still have the rest of the year," Dustin covered, nodding with enthusiasm now. "And prom! You haven't gone before, now you can go with Y/N!"

"Who's Y/N going to prom with?" You asked as you entered the room, smiling at the guys as you shut it behind you. "Oh, am I late? I'm so sorry, you guys!"

"No, no, we're still setting up," Gareth assured, clearing his throat. "Here, we saved you a spot," he nudged Jeff and together, they shuffled down the table to free the spot right next to Eddie.

"Thanks, guys," you smiled, patting their shoulders as you took your seat. "Hi," you directed at the others, glancing at Eddie.

"Hey, N/N," Lucas cooed. "Say, that's a nice shirt. Is yellow your favorite color?"

You glanced at your button-up, "Oh, no, my mom just thinks it's a nice blouse. I had another college interview today."

"For which school?" Dustin asked with curiosity.

"Oh, it's for Indiana State," you shrugged a bit. "Figured I'd check a few in-state schools out, in case I choose to stay close to home."

"Awh," Dustin cooed.

"But to answer your question," you nodded at Lucas, "my favorite color is this light shade of pink. It reminds me of my Nana's flower garden."

"Oh, that's nice," Jeff assured. "Hey, Eddie? Didn't you have something for N/N?"

Your attention turned, smiling at an obviously uncomfortable Eddie. "No, hey, it's cool - "

"No, no, they're right," Eddie rushed, clearing his throat after. "Y/N, you've been playing Hellfire with us for a few weeks now, and I thought it was time we invite you into the club," he presented the shirt, adding, "officially?"

You cooed loudly, unable to restrain your excitement as you took the shirt and opened it to look at it in full. "Eddie!" You gasped, "This is amazing! Oh, my God!"

You missed the way his cheeks flared brightly then, shifting in his seat to try and lessen the feeling of embarrassment as you leaned over to gush at the modifications he made with Jeff and Garth.

Eddie caught Dustin's eye, watching the Freshman nod encouragingly at you. He sighed and flipped the kid his middle finger, getting started with his prep before the game started. But a quick glance around the table had you standing, "I'll be right back, I'm gonna change really quick!"

The boys watched you rocket out of the room - truly intent to take as little time as possible, since you knew Eddie to be (decently) punctual when it came to starting games. When you were out of sight, all of the boys rounded on Eddie with harsh glares.

"What?" He snipped.

"What're you waiting for?" Lucas asked.

"Seriously, dude!" Mike whined.

"GO!" Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Gareth, and Jeff all shouted; making Eddie flinch to his feet, mumbling about their 'loud voices' as he scurried out of the room. As he turned down the hall, you were slipping from the girls' bathroom, admiring your new shirt.

"Hey," Eddie smiled, earning your attention.

"Eddie, hey, hi," you beamed in return. "This looks too cool, thank you!" You admired the shirt with pink sleeves again, petting over the material. "You all right? Isn't the game about to start?"

"Yeah, uh, inna sec... I just wanted to ask you... Uh, something..."

"Eddie, you all right?" You asked softly, only a foot between you both as the deserted hallway seemed to stretch around you in all directions. You were only focused on his eyes, and Eddie's breath caught in his throat a few times.

"Yeah," he breathed. "Listen, uh, I-I just wanted to tell you," he nodded, watching you smile patiently, "that the past few weeks we've been hanging out has been... Uh, you know, really great."

"Yeah, it's been fun," you agreed.

"Yeah - great - fun!" He nodded, blinking a few times to clear his mind and get back on track. "W-Which is why I wanted to ask, you know, um, if you're free, and only if you wanted to, uh, because no pressure, you can totally say no, and, um, I would understand, I mean, I would be pretty bummed, but I'd understand - "

"Eddie?"

"Yeah?"

"You're rambling, honey," you smiled brighter at him, nodding slowly as you reached for his forearm. "You wanna pause and, just, breathe for a sec?"

"Yeah, okay," he chuckled, clearing his throat as he glanced down at your hand. Thinking he didn't like it, you removed your hand. "Um, I just, look," he sighed, "I like you... Maybe more than I should," he chuckled to himself. "And I wanted to ask if you wanted to, maybe, go on a date with me?"

He was avoiding your eyes, making you smile lightly and reach for him again, "Hey, Eddie? Wanna look at me real quick?" When his eyes flashed up to meet yours, he only found a pleasant expression on your face, your lips looking far too soft for his sanity, assuring, "I'd really like to go on a date with you."

"You would?"

"I would," you chuckled, letting your hand fall to his hand. "I've kinda liked you for a while."

"You have?"

You laughed a little louder, "I have. Since your first senior year, actually."

"Oh, my God," he laughed, his hand naturally conforming around your own. "Oh, wow, okay, yeah, so, cool, cool! Really cool."

"Totally cool," you smirked.

"Yeah - really cool - totally cool, yeah," he repeated nervously. "S-So you like the shirt?"

"I do," you assured, squeezing his hand. "It was very thoughtful, thank you so much, again."

"Yeah," he breathed, "no problem... Call it a happy little accident."

"You were trying to do laundry again, weren't you?"

His cheeks flared brightly, "Maybe."

"What was it?"

He shrugged, "Wayne's Nationals tee shirt in with some of my white shirts."

"Oh, honey," you laughed. "Well, it is a happy little accident, and it really works in your favor, so, thank you. Oh," you looked down at your hand when something felt slick, "Eddie, y-your fingers are bleeding!"

"Shit," he hissed, pulling his hand away, "sorry, sorry, fuck, that's so embarrassing, fuck, I'm sorry, fuck."

"What happened to you?" You asked, tugging him with you back down the hall and into the deserted girls' bathroom to run his hands under water. He winced some when you pumped soap onto the raw injury, you repeating your question.

"These might be battle wounds from me fighting the sewing machine making your shirt," he chuckled, relaxing some as the initial sting wore off until the water ran clear again.

"You're so fucking cute, oh, my God," you giggled a bit, pulling a paper towel down to blot at his hands. "You handmade this?"

He nodded sheepishly, wiggling his ringed fingers at you, "Got the wounds to prove it."

"Thank you," you whispered, smiling up at him as you dried his hands slowly. "Might be the nicest thing someone's given me. It's really thoughtful."

"Anything for you," he whispered, your faces hovering over one another as his eyes sucked you in before holding you hostage. Not even knowing when his hands left yours, they were suddenly pressing into your waist to draw you in closer, forehead gently meeting yours to ask, "This okay?"

"Mhm," you agreed softly, lifting your chin to lightly skim your lips over his; waiting for his move. You didn't wait long, as with your next breath, he was descending upon you; searing a kiss to your lips as his hands tightened to bunch your new shirt slightly.

Lost in the motions, your own hands rose to latch around his neck; soon sliding your fingers into his long locks and tightened. By the way Eddie's breath picked up, you figured you were doing something right, and pushed onto your toes to lessen the distance between you. Eddie's body then pressed you into the sink, and all known thought was lost...

Until...

bang - bang - bang

"Y/N! You in there?" Dustin called from outside the bathroom after banging on the door.

"Yeah, what's up, Dusty?" You answered after pulling away from Eddie, pushing a finger to his smirking lips. He instead drew you closer, making your bottom lip roll between your teeth to fight your giggle when he nuzzled your neck.

"You seen Eddie?"

"Uh," you smirked, "no?"

"Oh, well, we're set up when you're ready! I'm gonna go look for him."

"Check out back, he might be having a cigarette!" You called, Eddie's teeth raking over sensitive skin as you fought off your laughter.

"Thanks!"

You heard his footsteps rocketing down the hallway, laughing into Eddie's lips when his found yours again. "C'mon," you giggled, unable to resist another kiss - or three. "C'mon, c'mon, they're waiting."

"You're right," he sighed, pecking your lips again. "Or... We could blow tonight off?"

"Is that a serious offer?"

Eddie paused, then sighed, "No, not really, c'mon."

You giggled as your hand laced with his as you moved for the main bathroom door, "Thought as much!"

Only when you exited, Eddie's eyes staring at you as he giggled with you, before you both came to a squeaking halt - finding all the members of Hellfire filling the hall, arms crossed as a barricade.

"Mhm, don't know where he is?" Dustin repeated like a disappointed mother catching you sneaking around with the town' delinquent. Which, wasn't entirely far off...

"Um, right, well..." You trailed off.

"Aht, aht!" Mike barked. "We don't wanna hear your excuses! We've been waiting for 10 minutes now! March to the room, you two!"

"But - "

Mike cut Eddie off, pointing down the hall, "March!"

"All right, Mom, chill, geez," Eddie teased, tugging you with him to head down the hall finally - your laughter echoing around them as you had to jog slightly to keep up with his long pace.

"They're cute," Lucas sighed, head cocked to watch them go.

"Glad they worked it out. This is gonna be good, you know?" Jeff agreed, the lads all turning to watch your two head down the hall together; hands tangled together.

"You know he's not gonna give her special treatment in the games, right?" Mike checked.

"Oh, that's what you think," Gareth giggled with Dustin, the two moving after you and Eddie down the hall.

"Oh, no... What have we done...?" Mike muttered to himself, only moving when a snickering Lucas clapped him on the shoulder.

Bruh I had to be the one to say it. Eddie has a horse cock idc idc. It’s 7 soft and 8-9 hard. It had to be said 🙁

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no i agree!!!!! it’s big, but he knows exactly how to use it without hurting you, hitting all the right spots… or when you gag on it. he loves that. while he gently strokes your hair and tells you how good you’re doing though because he’s caring <3

「 ✦ FAERIEEMETAL’S KINKTOBER 2024 ✦ 」

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

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

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

NAVIGATION // MAIN MASTERLIST

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

© 2024 faerieemetal. do not copy, repost or translate.

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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When The Rain Starts To Pour: Series Masterlist [ongoing]

(Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader): It's November 1992 and you're suddenly in need of a new place to live. Luckily for you, Robin—your old pal from summer camp who now lives in NYC—must find a roommate before she loses her apartment. During a not-so chance encounter at The Ugly Mug, you find that Robin isn't alone; she comes along with three unlikely friends. Namely, Steve and Eddie, who Robin met in high school and now lives just across the hall from. As you adjust to your new life and job in New York, you revitalize your friendship with Robin, find a new friend in Steve, and eventually, find something entirely unexpected with Eddie.

The Taste Of The Divine [3.2k]

(Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader): You get high with Eddie for the first time. |smut, 18+ ONLY|

SCARS [3.0k]

(Eddie Munson x GN!Reader): About three months after the demo-bat attack on Eddie, the scars left on his body by the bats remain a source of great insecurity for him. You try to convince him of his beauty in any way you can. |light smut, 18+ ONLY|

You Get Me Closer To God [2.3k]

(Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader): Your best friend sleeps over. |smut, 18+ ONLY|

Knee Socks [2.7k]

(Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader): Eddie has a thing for his best friend's thighs. She catches him jerking off and Eddie’s dreams become reality. Part 2 to this blurb (though this can be read independently). |smut, 18+ ONLY|

Cherry Flavoured [3.0k]

(Eddie Munson x GN!Reader): Riding bikes down Hawkins backroads with your new boyfriend, Eddie, you continue to adjust to your new relationship. You knew what he was like as a friend, but as a boyfriend, Eddie is far cheekier, protective, and tender with you than ever.

Jam [2.9k]

(Eddie Munson x GN!Reader): Eddie has the whole Hellfire gang over (including you) after the completion of a very successful campaign. You and Eddie haven’t been friends for very long, so you’ve never seen his trailer before tonight. A combination of curiosity and a desire to get inside Eddie’s mind lures you into his bedroom to snoop.

Meet Me in the Air [1.7k]

(Eddie Munson x GN!Reader): Eddie doesn’t talk about his mom very often and when a certain pop song comes on the radio, you find out why Eddie hates pop music.

♡ Blurbs Masterlist