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Spooky Bitch.

Bully!Billy Hargrove x Goth!Fem!Reader Smut

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings! Soft dom!Billy x Sub!Reader, Unprotected PIV sex, Sir kink, marking, public sex, enemies to lovers, nothing else really... pretty sweet and vanilla otherwise!

Billy Hargrove is a constant pain in your ass, bothering you at school, when you're out, whenever he saw you. What happens when feelings bubble over during one of your regular detention sessions?

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Friday Detention. Great.

Slipping into one of the rickety, old, desks, a sigh escapes your lips. Glancing around, it seems like you're the only one here, thank god. As you rest your head on your desk, the classroom door creaks open. Clobbering footsteps drag you out of your power nap, eliciting a groan from you.

"What's wrong? Not excited to see me?" A familiar voice rings through my head. Why'd you have to forget your headphones today? Lifting your head, You're met with those cobalt eyes.

"Fuck you, Hargrove," you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. Cocking an eyebrow, a malevolent glare is shot Billy's way. He chuckles, sitting himself in the chair right next to you. "You could at least bother me from somewhere further."

"Aw, well that wouldn't be as fun, would it?"

"Hargrove! (L/N)! The two usual suspects," the supervising teacher huffs. Billy smirks, pushing a piece of gum between his lips. You rest your head on the heel of your hand, and your eyes can't help but shift over to him. His unbuttoned shirt catches your gaze, a silver chain resting on his chest. When your eyes flick back up to his, he has an unabashed grin on his face. "Alright, I'm locking the two of you in here, you know the rules."

"Yes Ma'am," Billy jested, earning himself an eyeroll. Pulling a petite compact mirror out of your backpack, you reapply my black lipstick, pouting a little. "So, what're you in for today, spooky?"

"Miss (L/N)!" a teacher calls out for you, your eyes promptly rolling into your head. "What do you think you're wearing?"

"A tanktop and a skirt, ma'am," You quip, turning to face the decrepit old lady who loved to make your life a living hell. You couldn't help the little smirk that resided on your lips.

"How many times do we have to talk about your clothes? What's your excuse this time?"

"The 100 degree weather outside?" You sigh, pulling your hair into a clip, anything to make your neck stop sweating.

"Go to the principal's office, and stop at the lost and found on the way while you're at it!"

"Dress code, what else is new," You huff, gesturing to the thrashed, raggedy, pewter hoodie, unwillingly borrowed from the lost and found. Billy was definitely familiar with your record of dress code breaking. The spiked bras, those little form-fitting shorts that hugged your curves just right. The leather, the chains clung along your form, and the collars he wished he could tug at, with you at his mercy. It all made his mind run, salacious thoughts abound in his head, and all about the weird, little, goth girl. "So fuckin' stupid."

"Poor thing," he teases, scooting a little closer to you. As he does, his intoxicative musk wafts towards you, sandalwood and tobacco is a surprisingly comforting combination.

"Oh fuck off, Hargrove," you scowl, cattily ripping the frumpy article off yourself. It reveals your pale, bare shoulders, the low cut of your lacey tank top, the skin enticing the boy next to you. His eyes trail over each dip and curve on your form, your breasts bouncing slightly with each movement. His tongue tucks behind his teeth.

"You're not as tough as you think you are," he murmurs, a sneer holding his lips.

“And you’re not as hot as you think you are!” you snap, shifting your eyes to his. He scoffs, fiddling with his chain. He knows your lying, he knows you've always admired him from afar. God, he couldn't blame you for ignoring him, all the snide remarks his friends made at your expense, hell, all the snide remarks he's made at your expense.

Still, he's noticed all the covetous glances you've given him over the past few months of detention, and their stark contrast to the expletives you'd yell at him. He's noticed your eyes rolling over the expanse of his chest, the noticeable bulge in his acid-wash jeans.

“Oh, yes I am, doll,” his gaze never breaks, it just gets more vehement; whether it was out if disdain or lust, you don't know. “and you know it.” He effortlessly looms over your frame, bringing a hand to your jaw. “Now, you want this don’t you?” you nod vigorously, gripping the collar of his shirt. “Words, baby.”

Suddenly, this all became real. This wasn't just one of the wet dreams your mind decided to conjure up. Is this all some big joke? Were his friends about to round the corner with cameras? You lookup at Billy with round eyes, glossy with dubiety, which he senses immediately. He's never been one to talk about emotions, but he always understands them when he sees them. With gentle hands, he holds your jaw, running his thumbs over your roseate cheeks. His sweet gestures mollify your nerves.

“I want this,” You smile, scooting your chair closer to him. He chuckles and drags his hand from your jaw to your hair, pulling your lips to his. The bite of tobacco on his tongue is titillating, and it coalesces entrancingly with his peppermint gum. You whimper, hands finding his chest. His plump, pillowy lips mold perfectly with yours, like they were crafted uniquely for you. When he pulls away, you try to whimper, but he hurriedly claws at your hips, pulling you into his lap. You giggle, tangling your fingers in his hair. The desk chair wasn't the most comfortable place to be doing this, but neither of you cared.

“Fuck, you’re so precious,” he smirks. Feeling his rock-hard member in his jeans makes you smile, rocking your hips back and forth. “Yeah? You did that to me… that making you all giddy?” He teases, guiding you over his erection. You nod euphorically, your mind fogging over with eros. "Okay, doll, pull it out for me, okay?"

"Yes sir!" You gladly follow his orders, unzipping his jeans. Grasping it feels unreal, hard and tepid in your palm, the tip leaking little, pearlescent beads. You run your thumb over the tip, collecting the droplets and running them over the head. His head falls back, a low groan sticking to his throat.

"Fuck, so good, sweetheart," He chuckles. Slowly, you sink down, wanting to tease him, just a little, but he didn't take it lightly. Tongue dragging along the underside of his shaft, the salty taste sends your head spiraling. With fingers tangling in your hair, he pushes you further onto his cock, sliding it further down your throat. "You look so pretty, so much prettier than when you're running that fucking mouth of yours," he smirks. Drool rolls down your chin, saturing your skin-tight black nylons. Grasping your hair extra tight, he pulls his cock out of your mouth.

With doe eyes, you stare up at him. "I wouldn't have lasted if I kept you down there any longer," he sighs, running his thumb over your cheeks. "You want this?"

"Yes! More than anything!" You smile as he pulls you up by your underarms and places you on the desk. Giggling, you wrap your arms around his neck. For the first time, when he looks into your eyes, you feel adoration in his gaze. Suddenly softening his features, he pushes your skirt up.

Running his fingers up your slit, he collects your slick, circling it over your clit. As he pushes one of his thick fingers inside of you, you can't help but to lean your head onto his shoulder. You breathe in his cologne, the scent camphoraceous, it releases the little nerves still nipping at your skin. Your cunt clenches around him as he adds a second finger, making him chuckle.

"If you're this tight around my fingers... how do you expect to take my cock, hmm?" his teasing kindles an unremitting need inside of you, the need to satisfy Billy.

"I'll take it perfect for you! I promise, sir!" Your doe eyes, smothered in smokey eyeliner, make him even harder than he already was.

"I bet you will, precious," he chuckles, pulling your black, lacey, panties down your legs, quickly stuffing them in his pocket. Rubbing his pre-cum smeared tip over your clit, he quickly pushes the tip between your folds. As he thrusts his cock inside, he could feel every soft, thermal, milimeter of your cunt. He could memorize every dip and curve of your insides without even thinking.

With so much slick pouring from you, he slid in without any resistance. "Ah! Feels so full!" you cry, sheathing your face in his chest. You grip the maroon shirt adorning his frame, pulling him close as he slowly starts to move. Eroticism obscured your inhibitions, leaving just a carnal mist to drift through your skull. "Please, faster! I'm ready for you!"

"Fuck, you're so fucking perfect, baby," Billy smirks, dragging himself out of you before slamming himself back in. Lewd moans force themselves from your throat, no matter how hard you try to keep them jammed in. "As much... as much as I love listening to you, you gotta- fuck- you gotta keep quiet, okay?" He murmurs, nibbling at your earlobe. While he drills into you, his lips find your jaw, sucking a merlot bruise into the skin.

"Sorry, sir, it just feels so good," You whimper airily, the words breezing by Billy as his balls slap against your ass. He tugs the leg you have holding you up, forcing it over his shoulder, allowing him to place kisses over the bare expanse of your legs. Staring up at Billy was an angelic sight, my eyes couldn't drag themselves away if I wanted to. His moans saccharine, seraphic, like a hymn shackling you to him forever.

"C'mon baby- shit... You're doing so perfect for me..." He sighs happily. Thrusting into you even faster. His hands clamp your hips so tight you're sure they'll be branded in the morning, leaving even more marks to remind you that you belong to him now. He forces one of his thumbs between your lips, collecting your spit and bringing it to your clit.

"Ah- Fuck! I'm so close, sir!" you cry, wrapping your arms around his neck and coiling your fingers in his strawberry blonde locks. He chuckles through a moan and holds your gaze in his. Between his thumb on your clit and his hefty cock slamming in and out of you at a bestial pace, your stomach tightens to the peak.

As you cum, Billy can't look away from your tear stained face. He has never seen such an ethereal sight, never seen such an alluring, irreproachable figure such as yourself. Your smudged black makeup, your clothes barely hanging on to your body, it's all too much for him. Finally, he deluges your cunt with his cum, letting it pour into you as he holds you close, arms wrapped around your back.

"You did so good for me babygirl... you're so perfect," he smirks, before placing a gentle kiss to your lips. When your trembling arms wrap around him, he gently places you back onto the desk, holding you tight. Never in his right mind would he think that he dirty thought he'd had about you would blossom into what he feels right now, but as he gingerly wipes the mascara off your cheeks, he smiles. "Hey... would you maybe wanna... get a bite when we get out of here, or something..." he trails off, letting you giggle.

"Is the Billy Hargrove asking me out on a date?" You pull the gross hoodie back over your shoulders. "I'd like that..."

The looks on his friends' faces when you walked into school hanging off Billy's arm were priceless.

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Baby's First Heat

Alpha!Eddie Munson x Omega!Reader - Smut

A/N This is the first smut I'm posting onto here so I really hope it's okay!! There isn't much plot... but who cares!

Summary: With Eddie being a couple years older than you, he presented as an alpha a while ago. Along with your presentation as an omega, came your first heat. Eddie's there to coach you through it.

Warnings: A/B/O, pain kink, biting kink, piv sex, oral f!receiving, breeding kink, established relationship,

wc: 1.5k

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I wasn’t been able to lull myself to sleep at all last night, my body incalescent. I tore my nightgown off, assuming it was just another torrid, Indiana night, until it got worse. There was hot, sultry, slick pouring out of my pussy. I reach my hand between my legs. I had no clue what was going on with me, but it was 2 in the morning, and that was the solution.

But now it's about 10 am, and I've been rubbing my dripping folds for hours. Mewls wrestling their way past my lips, racking my whole body along with them. I shove my face into Eddie's worn out Metallica t-shirt, tightly clamping my thighs together.

He only goes to school like, once a week, and it had to be today? My phone ringing startles me, making me hurtle myself out of bed. Pulling it to my ear, the voice on the other side makes even more slick pour between my legs.

"Sweetheart? You told me you'd be at school today, where are you? I only came to see-"

"Eds," I breathe. "Please come over, need you s' bad."

"Being horny is not an excuse to not come to-"

"I think I-I presented Eddie, please, it- it hurts so fucking bad," I sob, my biceps quivering at my feeble attempt to hold myself up.

"Oh shit, I knew something was up last night. Give me ten minutes, tops," the phone buzzed as he hung up. I couldn't hold myself upright long enough to place it on the reciever, the coil keeping it from slamming against the floor.

God, how could ten minutes feel like years? My humility dead and buried six feet under, I start to rut my weeping cunt on the duvet. My clit's red and raw, the knit fabric creating a throbbing feeling on my heat . Clamping the ear of my big teddy between my teeth, I try to hold back the pathetic noises from leaving my lips.

When I hear a tap on my window, I squeak. I reach over and unlock it, my body not having enough power to push it open for him. He crawls through, hurridly kicking his boots off.

"Fuck, your slick smells so sweet, nectarous, sweetheart " Eddie sighs, pulling me close. With one hand tangled in my hair, and one on my mound, he pushes me to the bed. “Shoulda’ called me earlier Omega, what if another Alpha smelt you from outside?”

“S-sorry Eddie,” I whine softly into his ear, he laughs softly.

“I bet you’d let any Alpha in here to satiate you, to imprint you with his scent, yeah?” He caresses my thighs, awaiting my response.

“No Alpha! Only wan’ you Eds, you‘re the only Alpha I want please!” I wail, grabbing his head and pulling him into me.

Our lips slam together, our teeth clashing in the process, but care and inhibition were thrown out the window. My heads fuzzy. Eddie’s musky, forest scent coalesces beautifully with my sweet, vanilla aroma, emobodying our dynamic. Unravelling our lips, they drift down to my neck, not hesitating to sink his canines into the flesh. His tongue traces the marks buried in my flesh. Deep, chocolate eyes, hazy with lascivousness, gaze up at me. "Can I taste you, baby?"

"Please Alpha! 'S all I want, please!" I whine, wrapping my fingers into his hair. Eddie pulls his jacket off and brings himself face level to my folds. As slick pours out of me, Eddie presses his face against my thigh, inhaling my aroma. He sucks a small, violet mark into my inner thighs, running his tongue higher and higher until he reaches my heat. When he flattens his tongue against my pussy, I can't help but to squeal, pushing Eddie's head closer to my cunt. A single tear rolling down my face, I wrap my legs around his head.

"You taste so fucking good, my Omega, taste even sweeter than you smell," He sighs before sucking my clit between his lips. His saccharine words make more slick release from my cunt, my body behaving without input. Pushing two fingers between my folds, his tongue flicks my clit back and forth in a hypnotic pattern. A moan gets caught in my throat when I feel his fingers bruise my g-spot.

I couldn’t tell if it was because of my desperate frenzy, but this was the best head he’s ever given me. With my hands tangled in his curls, I tug on his hair. He growls and bites down on my clit. I whimper and wrap my legs around his head.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum my alpha! Can I? Please?"

"Of course my Omega, cum all over my face," The second I process his permission, slick pours from my folds as I howl, grinding my cunt on his lips. My cum squirts from between my folds, spattering all over Eddie's face. He moans, eyes rolled back into his skull. "Good girl, my sweet and perfect omega."

"Thank you Alpha!" I pull him by his hair so I can press a hot kiss on his lips, something that had been overlooked until now. When my tongue tangles with his, I can taste my own cum. I whine into his mouth. He pulls away from me, unbuckling his belt. The second his clothes are off, I'm pulling him back into my embrace, yearning for the feeling of my alpha's skin against mine. He grinds his cock against my soaked thighs. I hold his shoulders, pushing my hips into his.

"You want this cock, Omega?" He growls into my ear. I whimper, hastily nodding my head. “Use your words, gorgeous.”

"Please Alpha! It hurts so bad! I need ur big cock stuffed inside of me! Need you to knot me and fill me with your babies! Please!” I beg and plead. Eddie just chuckles and starts pushing the tip in, finally mounting me. The insert definitely burns, his dick stretching my cunt to its limits, but the slick helped him slip in. When his sack pressed against me, he stills, licking away the tears that are streaming along my hot, roseate complexion. The hormones blurring his judgement, Eddie immediately starts thrusting his cock in and out of my cunt. The pornographic squelching sounds are almost as loud as my moans.

Enfolding me in his embrace, I scratch my nails down Eddie’s spine, he growls in my ear. My face buried in his neck, his musk deluging my senses, a thick fog clouding my senses. Barely holding my eyes open, I pull myself back, wanting to stare into Eddie’s eyes. His salacious gaze keeping me still, a smirk drawn perfectly on his lips. A primal growl leaves his lips as he reaches down to rub my clit.

"You're doing so good my little Omega, being such a good girl for her first heat," Eddie praises me. I nod, wanting to thank him, but all I can do is babble with each thrust of his hips. "Want me to mark you up? Imprint you so no other alpha will ever come near you? Want everyone to know you belong to me?"

"Please Alpha! C-claim me! Mark me with your scent!" I wail. A carnal, animalistic howl rips through Eddie's chest as he grips my waist, pulling me down onto his cock. I replace his finger, that was once on my clit with my own. "Fuck, Alpha! Can I cum? W-wanna cum all over your dick. Want you to fill me with your knot, please!"

"Cum for me, omega, gonna fill you up. My scent is going to be leaking off of you for days," With his permission, the speed on my clit is hurried, trying to rush myself to the edge.

"Thank you Alpha!" I moan, holding him close as I convulse. Wrapping my legs around him, I enclose him between my thighs, clasping him as his knot expands inside of me. Gasping for air, but it's all thick with aphrodesia, syrupy and saccharine with our mixing scents. A goofy smile takes over Eddie's lips, a stark contrast to the pointed smirk he's been wearing since he got here.

"We- uh- might be stuck here for a while," He chuckles, petting my hair. I look down, his knot bulging in my stomach. Eddie presses down on it, making me whimper and turn my head away from him. He leans down, whispering in my ear. "You're all mine now, my sweet, little omega."

"Just wan- be yours," I babble, my brain still incoherent, just happy to be claimed. "Thank you Eds," I whimper, a little smile matching my cloudy eyes.

"Of course sweetheart, but you'll have plenty of time to thank me, I don't think I'm leaving for the next few days."

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The Girl in the Record Store - Chapter 3

Eddie Munson x Metalhead! Reader

(A/N) FINALLY I'M UPDATING THIS SORRY it's 1:30 in the morning and im eating a pizza lunchable while i write this bc they're the only vegetarian ones.

(Warnings! Swearing, Panic Attack, Drinking, Drug mentions, Sexual Harassment, Fluffy fluffy ending!!!)

"I don't know, Eddie," I sigh, restocking our Metallica crate. I turn around. Eddie's sitting on the front counter, kicking his feet. "After the stunt I pulled the other day? Fuck the teachers are lucky I even have the balls to go back! Let alone a party thrown by Jason himself," I exasperate.

"Look, sweetheart, Carver isn't the biggest fan of me either, but they wanna get high, and I have their solution. Let's just go, have a grand ol' time for a few hours, get a buzz, and leave. If they know you're my plus one, it'll be fine," he hops off the counter and grabs my wrists. "I'd never steer you in the wrong direction."

"I know," I draw out the last syllable, bringing my eyes up to his. I rock back and forth on the balls of my feet, a groan wrestling through my body. "Fine! I'll go," I surrender, a soft smile overtaking my lips. He shakes my hands and grins, fuck, he always wins me over. I giggle and pull my hands away from him, a baby pink heating my cheeks. "But! I'm only going for a couple hours, and if I get uncomfortable I'm leaving!"

"Of course sweetheart, I'll keep you safe," He smirks. I smack his chest gently and stare down at my feet. "Okay, I'm picking you up at 9:30, you better be ready or I swear-"

"Yeah, yeah, blah blah blah, I'll be ready Munson," I push him out of the store, Eddie's dramtized protests drowing me out.

"9:30!" Eddie yells as the doors close.

Pulling my choker across my neck, I eye myself up and down, god, do I look hot. I run my hands down my latex dress, grab my purse, and check the time, 9:29. I run down the stairs and kiss my dad on the cheek. "I'll see you later, dad!"

"Be safe kid!" He calls out to me as I shut the front door. Eddie's van's sat in my driveway, and he gives me a smirk when I look his way. Jumping into the passengers seat, I kick off my heels. Eddie lets out a low whistle.

"Shut up, Eds."

"I can't help it sweetheart," he chuckles, starting up the engine. I pull down the mirror and fiddle with my hair. "You look great, but I'm not slowing down so you can admire yourself.

Even just pulling up to the party makes me a little nauseous, just seeing the rows cars belonging to hundreds of people who don't want me around, but Eddie clutches my hand and leads me inside.

"Hold on sweetheart, I'm gonna go do my business and I'll be right back, I promise," I grip his hand tighter, a silent plea. Eddie sighs, his gaze shooting around the room. "I'm sorry, a few minutes tops, okay? Go get us a couple of drinks and find somewhere to sit," He releases my hand and wanders off. I bite my lip and make my way to the snack table. Pouring a glass of mystery punch, I let it slide down my throat as fast as I can, pouring myself another one before anyone can judge me. Taking a long sip, I hear a voice behind me, but not the one I really needed to hear in the moment…

"So you're the little freak whore that Jason mentioned?" I turn around, a brunette guy in a letterman's jacket looms over me. I suddenly become conscious. I'm conscious of the plunging neckline on this dress, conscious of my fishnet clad legs, conscious of how alone I was, though I was surrounded by my peers.

"Excuse me?"

"You know, if you're gonna whore yourself out like this, do it for a real man. You don't have to do it for those greasy ass freaks," He laughs. one of his hands grips my waist, but I smack it away. "Hey! What the fuck?"

"What do you think you're doing?" Oh god, where's Eddie?

"You don't have to fight this, gorgeous," He smirks. I throw my drink in his face and storm off, but I can barely see where I'm going because of the tears welling in my eyes. I grab a beer off a small table and speed to Eddie's van, swinging open the big side doors and locking myself inside.

Cracking the drink open, I can't help but chug it. I wonder if Eddie's enjoying his time in there. God, what am I doing? I can't believe I let him talk me into coming here, I can't believe he'd strand me like that. I felt like a knife had been stabbed in my back and happened to graze my heart along the way. Back at home, I'd never just go to some party because a cute guy wanted me to, am I changing? Am I becoming weak? It takes me about 15 minutes to drink the whole beer, but I could be wrong. My perception of time was a bit slanted, taking the buzz in my head into consideration. I toss it off to the side and grab a blanket from the corner, just wanting to escape into the sweet, serene throws of sleep. When the van door swings open once again, I slowly blink my eyes, trying to make out who's above me. My tipsiness aside , I could make out that fluffy brown mop anywhere.

"Oh god, doll, I'm so sorry," He slams the door behind him, and crouches next to me. "Can I sit? Or do you want some space?"

"Sit... Please," I dab my tears with the blanket before holding it open for him. He scoots under it and wraps an arm around me. "Did you make your sale?"

Eddie chuckles quietly. "That doesn't matter right now, what happened?"

"I went to get drinks and... one of those guys came up to me, grabbed me 'n stuff," I lean onto Eddie's shoulder. "I threw my drink at his face, and ran off to here," Eddie pats my head.

"'Atta girl, that's what he gets!" I giggle and wipe another tear away. "Look, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have left you like that. I just didn't want to get you involved with, you know."

"I know Eds, it's your job, I get it," I smile, just glad to be in his presence again. “At home I wouldn’t have come to this stupid party, an’ if this ever happened, I’d just fuckin’ punch the guy. I don’t know what’s going on with me.”

“It’s just the new surroundings princess, you’re still learning the people here and that’s okay! I don’t know exactly how you were at home, but you’ll adjust, right?” I look up to his sympathetic eyes. He’s so wise beyond his years. Everyone assumes he’s stupid because he’s been held back, but he’s not. Putting it all into perspective for me, he sighs into my hair."You can be out for a few more hours, what do you wanna do?"

"Can we go to your trailer, maybe? I don't want my dad to know something went wrong."

"Of course, lets go watch a movie at my place."

I'd much rather be resting on Eddie's shoulder like I am now than at some stupid party. With some cheesy horror movie playing in the background, I rest rest my eyes he plays with my hair. The buzz from the alcohol has worn off and I’m just enjoying Eddie’s presence. I couldn't tell you what was going on in the movie if I tried, more focusing on the way his gentle touches graze my scalp.

"I'll never leave you hanging like that again, Sweetheart. I promise," He holds out his pinky finger. We wrap them around each other and giggle. I trust him more than anyone else.

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i will fight that laptop is sm better. i’m not productive on my phone. hence why i haven’t updated my story in a week.

who else writes on their laptop 🙋‍♀️

(I need friends on here)

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The Princess' Masterlist

The masterlist for all of my works! Hail Satan!

Fluff: <3 Angst: </3 Smut: ★

Eddie Munson:

The Girl in the Record Store <3 (Eddie Munson x Metalhead!Reader):

Just a metalhead girl moving into a small town. You get the pleasure of meeting Eddie Munson, maybe you will have an okay time here after all?

pt 1 pt 2 pt 3

Baby's First Heat ★ (Alpha!Eddie Munson x Omega!Reader)

With Eddie being a couple years older than you, he presented as an alpha a while ago. Along with your presentation as an omega, came your first heat. Eddie's there to coach you through it.

Billy Hargrove:

Spooky Bitch ★ (Bully!Billy Hargrove x Goth!Reader)

Billy Hargrove is a constant pain in your ass, bothering you at school, when you're out, whenever he saw you. What happens when feelings bubble over during one of your regular detention sessions?

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OG! Ghostface:

Coming soon...

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The Girl in the Record Store - Chapter 2

Eddie Munson x Metalhead! Reader

Chapter Summary: It's your first day at Hawkins High, and it's just as chaotic as Eddie warned you it would be. He's there to help you navigate it, though.

Warnings: Angst, bullying, emotional, lmk if there's anything else I don't think there is!.

A/N: I try not to use (Y/N) in my writing, so he usually uses pet names instead even though they're not dating yet. I use petnames with people casually so I don't know if it's awkward or not, I'm sorry if it is!"

Waking up in the damp, humid, Indiana heat is something I don't think I'll ever get used too. I rip my sweat-soaked sheets off my body as fast as I can. Cracking my neck, I begrudgingly pull myself out of bed.

The thought of stepping foot into Hawkins High makes me want to vomit. Of course, I was eager to see Eddie again. We'd talked over the phone many times, and as happy as that made me, I miss that sweet smile that adorns his face. I miss the smirk that would lift his features while we spoke; I could basically hear it overtaking his lips we spoke over the phone.

I don't spend too much time getting ready, just powdering on some makeup and pulling on a simple, little black dress, leather jacket to match. I get into the car my dad had given me, a black 1969 Plymouth Barracuda, and start her up.

When I pull into the parking lot, I sling my backpack over my shoulders and hold my jacket around my forearm. A beige and brown van pulls in beside me. Eddie jumps out of the sliding door and smiles.

"Eddie!" I squeal, jumping back. "You scared the shit out of me!" I giggle, smacking his chest. He grabs his heart.

"Oh! Sweetheart!" He leans back. "You wound me," I laugh, rolling my eyes. I wander away from him, not looking back. "Do you have your schedule?" He asks, running up behind me.

"Yeah," I smile, handing it to him. "Do we have any classes together?"

"A couple, but they're both at the end of the day. You're gonna have to wait until after lunch."

"At least it's something!" My futile attempts to be optimistic are in vain. "Can you show me where Mr Latters class is?"

"Oh, Mr Latter? He's tough."

As he walks me to my class, all my jittery gaze will focus on is my peers stares, they're laced with venom. I lock eyes with one of the cheerleaders, but my gentle smile was met with a laugh. Eddie's voice, right next to my ear, feels drowned out and far away, in a catatonic state. I yearned for butterflies in my stomach, but I'm agonized with hornets stinging my guts.

"Sweetheart?" Eddie calls out for me, dragging me out of my stupor. I look up, we're outside of my class. "Hey! You okay?" He reaches his hand out for my shoulder. I nod.

"Yeah, I'm just a bit nervous," A feeble smile overtakes my lips, my eyes, however, still had hot tears welling in their ducts.

"You'll be fine, the assholes at this school won't do anything,"

"Thank you Eddie," I breathed, air barely escaped past my swelling heart and lungs, ready to split my figure in half.

"Go get 'em tiger!" He gently pushes me through the doorway, I giggle. Everyone's eyes on me as I walk in is definetely a bit jarring, but I just take a seat in the back of the class.

The first day at a new school might be the most unbearable thing I've experienced in my life so far. Having to introduce yourself everytime you walk into a room gets tiring. Hearing the hushed yet pointed laughs directed at me stung.

I was being circled by hyenas, and all I had to push them away was my pride. When the bell rang, I sped my way to the cafeteria, I look around for Eddie and his friends. I wasn't allowed to look for long though, it'd be too easy if I actually got to see them. Three tall guys and a cheerleader stand like a wall in front of me, the hyenas finally pounced.

"Nice to see the freaks have a new little freakette to hang out with," The blonde one laughs. His hubris was almost pitiful. I push to walk around him, but another guy blocks me from leaving. The cheerleader cackles.

"Freakette! Look at her that dress too, she'll probably be passed around by them. She's the only slut even willing to converse with that cult," we're similar heights, but it feels like she's looming over me.

Back at home, I'd probably stand my ground, even throw a punch or two, but I froze. "I'm not a slut," I hissed, barely loud enough for them to hear it.

"What was that?" the cheerleader slowly stalks towards me. Their predatory presence is enough to pierce my nerves, I can't help but shift back. If this was a one on one standoff, I'd be able to fend for myself, but the vulturine gaze all of them are holding over me is too much, I can't steer them away. After shifting back for a while, I feel hands on my arms.

"Actually, she said she's not a slut," Eddie snaps. I feel him pull me back, away from the instigators.

"Awww, the freak stepped in for his little freakette!" The blonde snickers. I pull myself away from Eddie and storm off, through the side doors, and to the parking lot. I swing open my car door and lean over the steering wheel. I look up to see Eddie jogging towards me. He leans into the passenger side window.

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah, of course," he opens the door and sits in the seat next to me.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, I should've stepped in sooner, I-"

"It's fine Eddie," I dont mean to cut him off, but listening to him apologize made me feel worse. "God, I don't know how I'm ever going to step back in there," I chuckle, but my face is burning up red.

He looks down at his lap, fiddling with his hands before covering his mouth. "I'm sure you'll be fine, I'll be there for you next time, alright?"

"It's okay, Eddie, you don't have to fight my battles for me like that," I sigh. I play with the charm on my choker, my father had made it for me so long ago. He said it made me look mean and scary, like the badass little rockstar I am, that all the kids at my school wouldn't fuck with me when I wore it. That worked when I was a young kid, but not when you're 18.

"I guess I've just been fighting them off for years and I'm used to it, I'm sorry," He chuckles a little. "I don't know what your home town was like, but this is what small town Indiana is. I'm really trying to graduate this year, I wanna get out. All this cult talk and being an outsider since middle school, it's shit."

"Shit," I repeat. Looking up at him. "Where do you wanna go?"

"Fuck, anywhere that isn't here," He exasperated, sputtering into a smile. "C'mon, let's go back inside, you can't back down on your first day."

"I don't know," I trail off. He wraps and arm around me, and all the tenseness in my body seeps away. My soul was at ease in his presence, for the first time in my whole life.

"I haven't know you for very long, but I know you're strong, especially stronger than them," He looks deep into my eyes, a sweet smile laid on his lips. I sigh, but I can't help cracking one in return.

"Fine, let's go.

"Atta' girl!"

With a red dot on my back, I walk back into the school. The hyena’s still circled, but this time, I had a lion to fight them off for me. I got to spend the rest of my day with Eddie, at least until had to go back to work.

Thanks for reading!!!

its a little bit of a rushed ending but i didn’t know what to do 😭😭

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The Girl in the Record Store - Chapter 1

Eddie Munson x Metalhead!Reader

Summary: Just having moved to Hawkins with your father, your family business finally opened, a small little record store in the middle of town. You weren't expecting to always be an outsider in this small town, but a specific long haired boy catches your eye.

Warnings for this chapter: Nothing! Just a cute way to meet<3

A/N: My first story! I see a lack of Eddie x alternative reader stories on this website so I thought I'd write one :) also I'm a naturally flirty person so the protag will probably be a little flirty.

Flipping over the open sign on the glass door, my father turns to me, a wide grin splitting his face. I giggle and finish hooking some shirts on the squeaky circle rack. Walls painted black with posters of various bands of assorted genres adorning the walls, I smile as I look over my work. Decorating the store was definetely a long task, but the thought of the store finally opening gave me a sense of pride. I make my way behind the register and check the time, 11 AM. I put Metallica's Kill 'em All on the record player next to me, and the music plays through all the speakers in the store.

"Damn, you did a good job at setting those up!" My dad yells from the back room. I brush through my lengthy, flowing hair with my fingers. My outfit is simple, a black Motley Crue tshirt and tattered jeans, fishnets cloaking my arms and legs beneath, and some old docs with frayed thread lining, also a leather jacket to protect me from the chilling bites the air conditioning sends through the air. I pull my hair back into a ponytail and look into the mirror I set up next to the register. I wipe down the counters, the specs of dust dance through the air like wisps. The bell on the door chirps, and I shoot up my gaze to see who's walking in.

"Welcome!" I grin, placing a box down at my feet. A group of three teenagers are our first customers. My gaze locks onto one in particular, into his chocolate brown eyes, my thoughts getting lost in the darkness. His long, scruffy, brown hair swaying a little as he walks towards the counter.

"Hey! This is a cool little store you have here!" The long-haired boy smirks. I scan my eyes over his form, noticing where his Dio shirt clings to his body, and I bring my view back up to meet his.

"Oh! Thank you!" I simper, brushing my hair behind my ear. His two friends had walked off to explore our selection, leaving the two of us to our own devices. "It's my dad's store, but he's in the back, he's wanted to open a record store forever," When I realize I'm rambling, I'm quick to cut myself off. He laughs softly, the sound releasing the tension from my shoulders.

"I was gonna say, you look a little too young to own a store like this on your own," He chuckles, leaning onto the counter; he looks up into my eyes. "You gonna come to Hawkins High this year?"

"Yeah! It's gonna be my senior year, what about you?" I gain a little more confidence, leaning over the counter a bit. Now we're at eye level.

"Well it's a little embarrassing, but I'm be in my senior year for the third time," he sighed quietly. "But this is going to be my year, I can feel it," he grins. His optimism makes me smile. "What's your name, sweetheart?" The nickname makes my heart palpitate, threatening to break through my ribcage. My breath hitches and I avoid his gaze, praying he didn't notice. When I tell him, he smiles. "Pretty," he croons.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" I mumble the last word, his eyes move to the counter as he laughs.

"Eddie, Eddie Munson," he disclosed.

"Nice to meet you Eddie," I beamed. "Do you wanna take a look around?" I offer. He stands up straight, pushing himself off the counter. He looks me up and down, but I look away, pretending I don't notice.

"Why not," He hummed. "I'm sure I'll be here a lot though," he smirks. God, what I would do see that smirk all the time. He saunters away to where his friends were standing, and I couldn't help but watch him. The way the chains clung to his outfit sway, breaking the monochromacy of his all black outfit. The tattoos that sit upon his arms. I don't know what it is about him, a person has never made my heart beat like this, sent razor sharp chills up my spine. He laughs and jumps around with his friends and I can't take my eyes off him, twirling my hair around my finger.

After his friends paid and left, he stayed behind for a little while.

"Hey, when you come to our school, just stick around us, alright?" He sighs. "I don't know what kind of school environment you're coming from, but the kids at our school are very judgemental, and I don't want you to get harassed or... anything like that."

"Thanks! I'd really appreciate that," I grin. I grab a pen and write my number on the reciept that I'd forgotten to give his friend. "Hey, your friend forgot his reciept, you might wanna check if he wants it," I giggle. He looks over the didgets, and snaps his gaze up to me, searching the depths of my eyes for sincerity. I nod and he sighs into a smile.

"You know, I think I'll be keeping this, thanks sweetheart," He sticks it into his back pocket and turns on his heels.

"Anytime, Eddie."