Stranger Things SMUTs and FLUFFs!!

High on You

Dom!Eddie Munson × Sub!male reader
⚠️CW: 18+ | drug use⚠️

Clouds of aromatic white dispersed across the room; hazy and weightless, just as Y/n himself felt. Lying there, slewn across that familiar and rickety sofa with a slouch in his posture- the man inhaled deeply every fume he could catch beneath his nose.

Damn, that weed was good. And even better to smoke it in the confines of Munson's tiny caravan.

Eddie would be back soon, Y/n took a mental note, reminding himself that the campaign session was due to end in a half hour.

'Unless Munson gets caught up in his little Wizard world again...'

With a lazy wrist, the man brought his spliff higher, placing it between parted lips and inhaling. There's a crackling of plants... the aroma of some deep, and indulgent mixture filling his lungs once more... Y/n's eyes defocus.

After having been trapped in a trance for an indiscernable stretch of time, he rose from the sofa, bored of Eddie's living room now and wandering languidly through the vehicle. Y/n's fingers dragged across all the different counter tops and several cupboards above his head, making his way through the stretching and warping hallway. How many steps did it usually take? Wow, this caravan was super long...

And finally, there was Munson's door. So inviting, calling to him---

Y/n entered, leaving the door open a crack before exploring this new-found haven. Deep down, he'd hoped to see Eddie's face behind that shield of wood, but the man knew that if he had, he'd be going insane.

Roaming around Eddie's room in this state added something intriguing to the experience. It was more... adventurous without Munson there, and everything that caught his eye had a new character about it: as though he could feel his boyfriend's presence held with all of those objects.

Then Y/n took halt once something red and very glamorous caught his eye.
Eddie's infamous 'one true love' hung proudly on his wall.

Countless of times before he'd been warned not to touch, and never had he disobeyed once. But surely no one would notice. Right?

"Ah, so sorry I ain't Eddie, sweetheart," Y/n chuckled, kissing his hand and strumming the guitar... just as his boyfriend does. Every. Day. "He'll be back soon...

That idiot."

Shaking his head to himself, and feeling quite mischievous now, Y/n continued to float around the room, ogling at random trinkets and posters, and making sure to memorize everything before the tour ended.
Sooner or later, Y/n had collapsed against Eddie's sheets.
So snug and welcoming- the mattress hugged his form softly, just as Munson would when laying there together.

Y/n drew another short drag of his joint before finally stubbing it out against the head board.
Yep, Eddie taught him that move too.

The joint was flicked to the side, hopefully having landed somewhere he would be able to recover it, and Y/n hummed into the air.

More silence...

More sluggish...

Staring into the soft yellow hue that kept the room warm and peaceful. Where was Eddie when he really needed him?