EDDIE MUNSON
of the hellfire & babysitter's club

" You look so pretty from this angle. "

SYNOPSIS: MATURE 18+ — After months of begging Eddie to let you try eyeliner on him, he finally gives in. But the effect that eyeliner has on your boyfriend may prove to be more powerful than you anticipated...

REQUESTED BY : -strangetingz

TYPE: (fem!reader)
—SMUT ❤️‍🔥
—minors dni!
—slow tension build
—eddie with eyeliner 😳
—low-messy-bun eddie
—riding & missionary
—slight sub!eddie
—smudgy makeup
—v line tattoo 😏

WORD COUNT: 4240

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"Come on, Eddie! Just for a minute–"

Your boyfriend shrugged, shaking his head with a dramatic wave of his hand.

"Nope." He protested, shifting from under you as you laid on his naked inked chest.

"Nope. Uh-uh, I actually like my eyes uncarved, thank you very much." He retorted, now sitting up next to you.

You watched as he closed one eye, reaching one ringed hand to dramatically gesture to his eyeball as if jabbing his eye out—poking out his tongue.

"Is that why you won't let me put eyeliner on you?" You chuckled, eyes wide. "Because you're scared it'll poke your eye out?"

You had been begging your boyfriend to let you do his eyeliner, and he's always been so against the idea.

You hadn't understood why, considering he liked to wear messy black eyeshadow all the time anyways for his 'Corroded Coffin' gigs with his bandmates.

You figured eyeliner would be right up his alley, very on brand for a metalhead.

He remained silent at your question, eyes focused on the movie instead.

You gasped in realization.

Your boyfriend, Eddie 'the metalhead' Munson was afraid of putting on eyeliner.

"Oh my god..." You teased, "You are!"

"Shut up." He crossed his arms over his bare chest, his bat ink staring up at you from his forearm. "Am not."

He slunk further into the couch, the glowing hue of light from the TV illuminating his pout from behind his messy hair.

"Aw, baby." You cooed, moving to sit on the edge of the couch–leaning in front of him. "Is that why you only ever wear eyeshadow to gigs? Because you're afraid of using the eyeliner pencil?"

"It's a very real thing, okay?" He defended, eyes widening for emphasis, "I really don't want one of those damn pencil thingies jabbing my fuckin' eye out. Then I'd go blind!"

You laughed slightly at your boyfriend's dramatics, shaking your head. "You'd go blind, huh?"

"Yeah, yeah!" He nodded quickly, huffing as he sat up, "Blind, like uh...like a goddamn Morlock!"

"Oh, but, my dear Dungeon Master," You hummed in thought, a slight edge of sarcasm in your words, "Don't Morlocks just get like... kickass nightvision?"

"Or, they go ba-lind!" He turned to look at you quickly, eyes squinting, "It's a gamble I really don't wanna chance, Lady Munson."

You giggled at the nickname, a blushy tint rising to your cheeks.

A while back, Eddie had taken it upon himself to give you a proper character name for D&D: Lady Munson.

He had called you Mrs. Munson as a pet name on occasion, but it was an inside joke. But what had started as a running inside joke, became your character's official name during his campaigns.

And you loved it as much as he did.

What could he say? He loved the idea of you taking his last name.

You threw yourself to lay into the couch again, slinking into it next to Eddie.

You turned to glance at him, tilting your head.

"Please?" You pouted, shifting closer to him. "Pretty please?"

He glanced over at you as you looked up at him, eyes wide with hope. He couldn't help but melt slightly at your sweet look. He was no match for your lure.

"What's in it for me?" He raised an eyebrow, his lips curling in a flirtatious grin.

"I'll make it worth your while." You teased, leaning over to trace a finger up his chest and to the base of his neck, goosebumps left behind by your touch.

His eyes followed your every move, his breath hitching as you removed your hand.

"Oh yeah?" He looked over at you with an impressed smirk, shifting to rest on his elbow to lean closer to you so that your lips were a mere breath apart. "And how exactly are you going to do that?"

"You'll see." You smirked back, "So, do we have a deal or not?"

Eddie realized he would have to let you do eyeliner on him in order to find out what plans you had for you both later.

He leaned against the couch again with defeat, sighing dramatically. "I guess."

"Yes!" You sat up from the couch, fist bumping the air. "Okay, I'll grab my stuff from the bathroom."

You paused midstep, turning to say something quickly, "Also, pull your hair out of your face. Gotta have room to work my magic."

Eddie pouted, leaning his head against the couch with a puff—having second thoughts.

"God, I'm gonna regret this."

You chuckled before going to his bathroom, picking up the makeup you've left on his counter—huddling it all in one hand. You then paused to grab one of your hair ties, figuring this would be easier to use.

You come back to see he lazily brushed his hair out of his face, but still, there was too much surrounding his eyes and sides of his face. You huffed, moving drop your makeup on the cushion beside him—taking your hair tie to reach to put his hair up.

You leaned in, still standing to move and reach for your boyfriend's hair. His attention moved from the TV screen to instead lock eyes with you—your faces a mere few inches apart.

But before you could do his hair, his ringed hand stopped you by the wrist—moving to pull the hair band from your hold.

He looked up at you with a grin. "I got it."

You weren't sure why, but the way he looked up at you at such a close proximity made your breath hitch. You nodded, standing up straight again—Eddie's eyes still locked with yours as he looked up at you.

Maintaining his sly eye contact, he pulled the band between his teeth to drape it across his fingers before lifting it up to his hair.

"Got everything you need?" He asked, hands behind his head to focus on putting his hair up.

You blinked out of your dreamy daze with Eddie to realize he asked you a question. You looked to the couch cushion next to him, seeing you got the eyeliner, but forgot his favorite eyeshadow to use for band gigs.

"Don't go anywhere." You joked, moving out of the living area to instead go back to the bathroom.

You found the eyeshadow that he likes to use all the time for gigs—the messy, worn outside of the case shows the signs of its use.

You walk back into the living area, looking down at the small eyeshadow pact.

"I got it—" You said, before looking up to be met with a sight to behold.

Eddie sat in a manspread on the couch, wearing no shirt, and his signature ripped jeans hanging low on his hips with his handcuff belt to match.

He had finished his hair—his long wavy locks now pulled back into a messy low bun, with some long thin strands escaping to frame the sides of his alluring face besides his bangs.

Your eyes moved from his hair, down to his guitarpick chain hanging around his neck over his tattoos—down to his exposed chest illuminated in the bluish light from the TV—and further down to see his tantalizing happy trail leading down his abdomen to then disappear underneath his jeans.

He sat with his legs spread comfortably, his hands clasped over his groin—adjusting his rings as he stared up at you with a wanting look you'd never get tired of seeing.

The air seemed to have escaped your lungs, your heart and stomach both fluttering with a feeling you knew was inevitable. There was just something about seeing him like this that got you going.

He maintained his bold eye contact with you, moving his hand to lay it flat on his thigh through his jeans.

An offer. A request, asking you to sit on his lap.

"Come on, sweetheart." He smirked, "Have a seat, and work your magic."

Returning his energy, a sly grin tugged at your lips as you walked over to swing your legs around his thighs to straddle him—sitting down on his lap in one swift motion.

You shifted slightly to 'get comfortable,' when really, you just felt like teasing him.

His ringed hands acted on instinct, the cool metal teasing you as he held your thighs—his hands wandering to explore your skin.

You only wore one of his Iron Maiden shirts paired with pajama shorts, so you were more than happy to feel his fingers wander the sides of your thighs.

You moved to grab the eyeliner, purposefully moving your hips around before you sat back down on his lap.

"Are you ready?" You asked with a raise of your eyebrow, eyeliner pencil in hand as you stared into his big brown eyes.

He sighed with a smug grin, "I'm trusting you with my life, here."

You roll your eyes at that, smiling as you lean in close to begin your work.

Eddie watched you the entire time, carefully analyzing your features he's fallen in love with a thousand times over. The way you furrowed your brow to concentrate on the task, the way your hair was pulled up, the way you sat so comfortably on his lap.

You felt his hands wander from your thighs to snake underneath his shirt you wore, his ringed fingers splayed around to hold the sides of your waist.

You smirked as you let his hands wander your skin to distract himself from his nervousness at the sharp pencil being guided to his very delicate eyes.

You stuck your tongue out slightly, focused on pressing the eyeliner around his waterline.

The pencil left a dark shadow in its wake, the bold black outline circling his eyes. You moved your hand to hold his jaw steady, and you felt Eddie's breath hitch softly against your chin at your firm grasp. He's loving this.

You sat back on his lap, your face moving further from his to take a look at your work.

"Done." You smiled, putting your eyeliner pencil to the side.

Your boyfriend blinked his eyes a few times, shaking his loose strands from his messy low bun away from his eyes.

"How does it look?" He asked, curiosity in his stare.

You moved to reach for one of your compact mirrors on the cushion beside him, picking it up and opening it to offer the mirror.

He took a look at himself in the small square reflection, eyes widening as he tilted his head to look at himself from different angles.

"This... is so metal." He said with a smirk as he did a little head bang, strands of hair escaping his low bun.

You smiled at that, nodding with him. "You like it?"

Eddie then looked up at you, his soft brown eyes now brighter and bolder by the eyeliner's black pigment.

With his hair up in a lazy low bun with strands escaping to the sides of his face, the eyeliner seemed like it was meant for him. It definitely worked on him.

His stare seemed sharper with the eyeliner lining his eyes, the dark brown of his iris' sending you a look you knew very well by now.

His soft lips parted slightly, moving to take the compact mirror from your hand slowly, his fingers brushing yours as he took it to set it aside.

"I think..." Eddie said slowly, shifting on the couch under you before he bit the inside of his cheek. "I want to know what you think."

You felt his ringed hands move to slide up the sides of your thighs as you straddled him, his palms moving up to rest comfortably on the curve of your waist.

"What does my girl think about this look, hm?" He asked, moving to pull you closer as his voice dropped to a low whisper. "Do you like it when I look pretty for you, sweetheart?"

Your breath hitched as he leaned in closer, his breath now fanning your jawline. You shifted slightly in his lap, earning a low grunt from your boyfriend who was so obviously hot and bothered at this point.

You could tell that the eyeliner really turned him on. He was definitely feeling it.

You smirked, deciding to tease him a little further. Despite how much you wanted to just give in, you couldn't help yourself.

You leaned in closer to him, your lips just barely grazing his–acting as if you were going to kiss him before you turned your face away.

You grinned when you heard a groan of protest from your flustered boyfriend as you turned to pick up his favorite eyeshadow to use.

"I almost forgot." You teased, opening the eyeshadow, "The finishing touch."

You reached for a brush to begin fanning the bristles into the shadow, looking up to be met with bold, darkened eyes gazing back at you.

You then moved to shift on his lap closer to him, his hands gladly adjusting with you to rest on your upper thighs.

You pressed the brush to his lower eyelid, smoothing the black eyeshadow around his eyes to create a bit of layering.

You felt Eddie's eyes linger on your every move, studying you intently—silently mapping your beautiful features.

"You look so pretty from this angle..." He murmured, eyes flicking from yours to your lips.

You felt the cold metal of his rings sting your skin as his hands wandered your waist underneath his shirt you wore, his fingers lightly grazing.

"Oh stop." You said with a blush, grinning. "Hold still."

Eddie smirked at that, the dimples in his cheeks showing as he smiled his signature smirk you knew well. He loved the effect he had on you.

His hands slid down your waist slowly, teasing you with every touch as he moved to hold onto your thighs.

His broad hands splayed across the skin of your thigh, rings glinting in the low light as his tendons flexed to grip the softness of you.

His thumbs teased your inner thighs, dangerously close to your pantyline.

Your breath hitched, but you tried playing it off with a clear of your throat.

"Watch those hands." You teasingly warned, moving to reach for a different brush.

But while your head was turned, Eddie took it as the perfect opportunity to lean in closer.

You gasped softly when you felt his lips move to press soft kisses to the base of your ear–trailing his lips to gently nip at your jawline.

"Can't help it." He whispered against you, his mouth hovering your jaw, "Not when you look this good on my lap."

You felt his hands move higher on your thighs, his fingers trailing closer and closer until his hands gripped the skin just before your core.

You sighed softly, still looking away from him as he held you.

"Eddie..."

"Come on, baby." He pressed another kiss just under your jawline, "Let me show you what you do to me."

Your breath hitched as you leaned your head back, exposed your neck to allow Eddie to trail his lips down to the base of your throat.

"Please," He breathed a whine against your skin, "Can I show you, sweetheart?"

With your senses being flooded with Eddie, you needed him. He needed you. With the effect that eyeliner had on both you and your boyfriend, you couldn't resist any longer.

"Yes, yes, green light all the fucking way." You sighed while nodding, turning to face Eddie once again, "Show me, baby. Show me."

That was all he needed to hear.

Without another word, he pulled you flush against him, his hands splayed across your back to guide you even closer–his lips colliding with yours in a fiery kiss.

Your hands went to cup his face in your palms before they linked behind his neck, fingers threading through his wavy hair to pull it out of the messy bun–tugging slightly.

Eddie groaned against your lips, his hips thrusting upwards in response to your grip.

"Fucking hell, baby." He hissed, "Need you now."

You felt his ringed hands grip your thighs tightly, signaling for you to stand up from his lap to instead lead you to his bedroom.

Without parting lips, you two walked blindly to his room, mouths pressed together in bruising kisses with hands wandering all over each other.

You two bumped into the door, giggling into each other's mouths as you finally made it to his bed. You fell onto his mattress, smiling up at your boyfriend as he stood above you.

Your eyes trailed his form, from the dark-shadowed eyes, to the ink that scattered his naked chest, down to the happy trail that disappeared under his jeans.

You watched eagerly as he unzipped his jeans to slide them down his legs while you hurriedly moved to slide your pajama shorts off.

You giggled when Eddie looked down at you with a smirk, tongue sticking out the side of his mouth as he excitedly moved to crawl and hover over you–his guitar pick chain hovering over your lips.

"I love it when you wear my shirts, baby." He groaned against your mouth, "But you know, I think it's gonna look even better on my floor."

You helped him slide the shirt off, seeing him toss it carelessly over his shoulder before returning his lips to yours.

He thrusted his hips against yours with a shaky breath, desperate for any type of friction with only the thin layers of your underwear as a barrier between you two.

He buried his face in your neck, trailing his lips to press kisses down your collarbone and the base of your neck–surely leaving hickies behind to mark what was his.

Your hands wandered his back, feeling the ridges of the muscles as he flexed to hold himself up over you. You trailed your fingers down to the hem of his boxers, tugging on them.

"You want these off, sweetheart?" He asked with a smirk, "Consider them gone."

He stood up to reach and slide his boxers off quickly, the thin fabric pooling at his ankles.

He moved to clumsily reach for his small blue box of condoms next to his Heavy Metal magazines on his nightstand next to his bed, quickly sliding it on.

Your eyes were on him the entire time, not being able to help yourself from staring at his obviously hardened state. You doing his makeup in his lap really turned him on.

You couldn't help your eyes from wandering his form, the happy trail that was once concealed from your view before now presented to you. 

And there it was. The black inked tattoo of your initials—right on his v-line.

God, that had to be his hottest tattoo.

You couldn't help but reach to run your fingers down his chest, your nail tracing the ink on his v-line.

From your point of view, seeing him hovering over you like this–looking down at you with eyeshadow darkening his eyes, strands from his lazy low bun escaping to the sides of his face while his guitarpick dangles above your lips.

It was sinful.

"Eddie..." You whined under your breath.

The sight above you was enough to have your core dripping, just as desperate for him as he was for you.

You reached up to pull his chain down so his lips met yours in a lustful kiss, a dance of tongues and breath as he worked to pull your panties down with your help.

Now completely bare to each other, you were desperate for more. The soft grinds of his hips into the inner part of your thigh was driving you crazy.

Neither of you needed foreplay, you had both been turned on from the start.

While Eddie might've thought he was the one in control here, you wanted a turn.

You reached up to hold onto him, flipping you two over so it was now your boyfriend laying on his back–smirking as he watched you swing your legs over his to straddle him.

"Goddamn, baby." He grinned up at you, his brown eyes bolder with the eyeliner, "You have no idea how hot you are right now."

You smirked at him, leaning in to press a slow, teasing kiss to his lips. He wanted to kiss all over you, trailing his mouth down your neck–freezing as he felt you do the same.

He bit back a moan at the feeling of your soft lips kissing the sensitive spot at the base of his throat, fighting the urge to buck his hips.

You pulled away slowly, feeling Eddie's hands go to grip your hips. He enjoyed the way you looked down at him with a smug smirk–seeing him in eyeliner and eyeshadow like this really turned you on.

You made yourself comfortable on top of him, adjusting yourself to tease him further. But you didn't move to position him inside you.

He looked up at you with slight confusion, eager to see where you were going with this.

"Well, go ahead, use it, it's yours–" Eddie began to tease you, before he cut off his own words with a sharp gasp.

You guided him to enter you in one swift motion, both of you moaning out in long awaited delight. You could feel every hardened ridge and vein of his cock as you took him in entirely, bracing yourself on his shoulders.

"Jesus H. Christ, baby." Eddie breathed out, "God, you feel amazing."

He bucked his hips, desperately seeking out his climax as you sat still with him inside you.

"Want me to move, baby?" You teased, dragging out a moan as you shifted around him.

All Eddie could muster was an eager nod, completely enveloped with the way you sat on top of him with such confidence–with his cock sitting inside you like you owned it.

So without another word, you rode his cock, bracing your hands on his legs behind you–arching your back as you sought out your release, all while taking Eddie with you.

The sounds of skin clapping together filled his room, mixed with the breathless moans and whimpers you lured out of your boyfriend.

He bucked his hips to meet your grinds, thrusting upwards.

"Does my pretty boy need more? Hm?" You teased, running your nails down his chest.

Eddie whined at the name, throwing his head back. "Fucking shit, baby."

You braced yourself on his shoulders as you rode him harder, your hips grinding quicker against him to help get him to where he so desperately needed to get.

He moaned shakily, the rhythm of your grinds had his breath hitching.

You knew those moans were the, 'I'm close,' moans, and sure enough, his climax followed shortly after.

"Fuck, Y/N!" He gasped, mouth opened as he threw his head back, gripping your waist as he felt his climax wash over him. "Holy shit!"

You paused for a moment, giving him a second to recover. But you still hadn't reached that point.

And you were determined to.

You started moving your hips again, the sight of your boyfriend squirming under you as you sent him over the edge was enough to drive you insane. Eddie was still hard inside you, ready for round two despite his sensitivity.

You started riding him a second time, now desperate to chase your own pleasure.

"Oh, fuck, baby..." Eddie whined, ringed fingers gripping into the flesh of your thighs at the intensity of your hips on his sensitive cock.

"Jesus Christ, yeah, just like that."

"Yeah?" You rotate your hips, "Like that?"

Your slick cunt hugged his cock just right, tight and snug as you took him in and out with ease.

You smirked at how desperate he was for you, head leaning against the headboard, eyes clenched shut at the intensity.

He was almost in a daze, drunk off the feeling of your velvety cunt hugging his cock the way it did. He gripped the flesh of your thighs tightly, rings imprinting on your skin.

Sweat lined your synchronous bodies, faces gleamed in a thin sheen. The humidity of your two bodies heated the room, as you could tell from Eddie's reddened cheeks and dampened makeup.

The black eyeshadow now smudged messily around his eyes, thin trails of pigment sliding down his cheeks from the sweat.

Fuck, the sinful sight was enough to make you ride him harder–faster.

"Baby, b-baby," He whimpered, "Feels good, t-too good—"

"Eddie..." You moaned, dragging his name into three syllables. "Oh god..."

"Oh, fuck!" He whined, eyes clenched as he reached to wrap his arms around you, holding you against him as he cried out his second orgasm.

His whimpers and the feeling of him twitching inside you had you climaxing not long after–moaning out his name as you clenched around him.

He groaned at the sight of you, ducking his head to rest against your shoulder–the pleasure's intensity sent him spiraling.

You both took a minute to catch your breath, both of you just leaning against each other to recover from the aftershocks of the intense climaxes.

"Jesus Christ, sweetheart. That was fucking phenomenal." Your boyfriend finally breathed out.

He lifted his head from your shoulder to look at you with a grin, his makeup smudged from the sweat.

"I should let you do my makeup more often, huh?"

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—Author's Note:

fucking hell.
...you guys still breathing after that?
because me either.

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PUBLISHED
July 23, 2022
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