stranger things x reader oneshots + imagines

a midnight visitor - eddie munson x reader - part 2

if the fluff was too much for you, then i wish you all the luck in the world for this one. tw: smut.

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sunlight streamed through the unstrewn curtains. hazy and dusty yet golden. it swept the sleep from her eyes, the remnants of unconscious slumber lost in a daze.

for a second, she wondered where she was.

how she had come to be, in a room that wasn't her's, on a sofa that wasn't hers, and in someone's arms - she didn't quite think were hers either.

when the memories came flooding back.

a torrent wave of scenes from the fight, the runaway, and his consoling eyes. but most of all, what jumped out to her was his admittance.

he told her he loved her.

and would it be a lie if she said she didn't love him too?

his erratic sense of humour, his god-like guitar powers, and his dark umber eyes. it was enough for him to sweep any girl off his feet.

but he chose her.

she shifted from where she lay, in a tangle of limbs, to observe the form which held her. hair sticking up at every which angle, lips softly parted as he breathed gentle breaths, and his eyes slowly fluttering to bring those dark umber balls of consciousness to life.

he smirked devilishly as he looked at you.

'hey princess.'

it was then you realised you were hot. not like hot hot, but you were boiling. it seemed the sun had heated this tin can of a caravan up like a furnace. hair clung damply to your forehead, as your skin felt dewy, like fresh grass in the morning.

he too showed the same symptoms. beads of sweat poured down his temples. but you couldn't exactly blame him, because he was wearing a leather jacket over his long sleeved hellfire club top.

'god, you must be dying under that-' you spoke, removing his leather jacket immediately. you didn't want him to die on your watch.

he went along with it, 'are you trying to undress me?' he asked, wiggling an eyebrow.

'no! i just think you look too hot!'

'too hot?' he repeated with that same devilish smirk.

'no that's not what i- look, i'm boiling too, why don't i just...' and without really thinking, you removed your blouse. 'look, now we're even stevens!'

if he wasn't awake before he certainly was now. his eyes lit up like a switchboard, as you revealed yourself in a lacy pink bra.

'good god, you are hot y/n.'

'i know! it's so-'

'no i mean,' impulsively, he took your face in his hands. fingertips trailing on your skin as his eyes scanned your face. your breath shuddered, as he whispered, 'you are so hot.'

and he kissed you. lips crashing into one and other, not with lust or desire, but with necessity, with a deep physical need. it was strange at first, kissing someone who had been your best friend for years, but as he slid your tongue across your lips, like a knight entering a drawbridge, you were only met with the craving of more, of more intimacy. closer, to him.

you kissed back, the force of two waves crashing and bashing in the race to get the closest to one and other. but as you flushed a deep red, pinker than your bra, you realised the only means to this was to extrapolate any means of clothing between you.

rushedly, your fingertips clawed at his top, pulling it overhead, to reveal his waxy skin. pale, yet singed with body hair that crept down his trousers - your next task.

he kissed your neck with almost a sense of fury, as you unbuckled his belt, sliding his trousers down his legs, whilst running your hand up and down his thigh. your hand was inches away from entering his black boxers, when he spoke up.

'what happened to even stevens?'

god, that devilish smirk made your heart flutter like mad.

you made no complaints, as he undid your jeans also, revealing your watching pink panties and luscious legs. it wasn't long before he took the extra step, and ran his fingers arounf the rim of their fabric, feeling your body awaken with every nerve impulse. was this really real?

but you had no further questions, as his long fingers threaded into your underwear, taking your clitoris with his thumb and rubbing it to the same beat of your heart. he led your body down so that you were on your back on the couch, the sight of his face, and his hair dangling down, like a curtain, opening up to reveal his look of pure concentration, and his tongue between his teeth - who knew eddie munson could be so sexy?

apparently not even you, as with a single stroke, he inserted his middle finger into your opening. pulsating it, in and out, as you held onto the fabric of the sofa for dear life.

it was a steady flow you could wrap your head around, until he inserted another finger, intensifying the pleasure. and another, racking up the velocity, until all you could feel in every cell of your body was a certain emotion called bliss. when he hit your g-spot; there was nothing to stop you let out a helpless moan cry from your mouth. you prayed to god these caravans were soundproof.

you knew it was time to get your own back, as you lay in a pool of your own wetness. you launched him onto his back, sliding his boxers taking and taking in his cock with two hands - because it was a matter of fact: he needed handling with two hands.

'god eddie, you're so....'

you couldn't tell if his face was blushed from exertion or the compliment, either way, eddie munson was growing hotter and hotter by the second.

cupping his erection with your two hands, you moved them up and down, this time pulsating at the same time as his heart beat. the pleasure he provided you was insatiable, you could only do the same back.

it was electrifying, hearing his growl-like moans as you moved faster and faster. until you switched it up, moving horizontally, diagonally, any way that would launch eddie into the same state of bliss.

'i'm gonna.. i'm gonna-'

but before he could even say the words, you dived headfirst, taking his tip into your mouth and bobbing your head so slightly as to fit it all in. slowly, you started, softly almost, like the purrs that came from his lips. slowly and softly, until the tempo sped up, like a song reaching it's chorus.

'no, y/n- i'm genuinely gonna-'

you knew he had reached his peak, so you extracted his member from your throat, sitting up, a silvery-white dribble running down your chin. you looked rather pleased with yourself.

he kissed you.

he kissed you and kissed you. moving you onto his lap, undoing your bra, as you ran your fingers through his untamed morning bedhead.

until you were in positon.

him, inside of you. the rhythm was slow. your hearts, syncopated to the same beat of the drum, jockeying at a steady speed. your eyes, full of him, as he played with your tits, pinching and grabbing. your hips moving in the most sensual of manners, creating a friction-filled dance of your dreams.

it was pure magic, as the stakes highered, the pressue building, pain turning into pleaure, as you just knew your climax was on the horizon.

when he found your spot.

and he hit it and hit it and hit it again until you swore you were almost paralyzed from the waist down.

wrapping you legs around him, you kissed him. there was nothing more you could do to express your gratitude to him.

and it was only 8:27 in the morning.

eddie munson; the rockstar god of metal, and love.