#dark!eddie munson x yn

[ameliora-j]

— cherry chapstick 𐐪𐑂 stepdad!eddie

𐐪𐑂 summary → your stepdad knows that he shouldn’t feel the way that he does about you. but how can something that’s so wrong, feel so right when it’s happening?

𐐪𐑂 content → this is part two!! obvious mommy issues, angst, smut, impact play [belting, slapping], spitting, brat tamer!eddie, oral (m!receiving), heavy degradation, drug mentions, painal, eddie is a dick, dacryphilia, dark!eddie, mean!eddie, toxic!dom eddie, no aftercare, subdrop, rough sex with no aftercare, anal sex, cnc, arguing,  stepdad!eddie munson, stepcest, infidelity kink, kind of an oc but written in second person, a few minor descriptors of reader’s body, this is a very dark fic! i am in no way responsible for what you choose to consume on the internet. 18+ ONLY

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part one

your mom had come home earlier than you expected. turns out that the ceo in los angeles didn’t need as much convincing as her company had originally thought. you’d been grumpy and short with eddie all week, uncaring of the attitude you were giving him.  

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ

“you’ve got arms and legs, get it yourself” you rolled your eyes. your mother was shocked. she glared harshly at you as you just rolled your eyes.

“yfn ymn, apologize right now and go to your room!” she exclaimed angrily. you rolled your eyes once more and chose to only follow the second part of your instructions. eddie was practically fuming as he watched you roll your eyes and received the brunt of your god awful attitude. 

“yfn ymn, apologize right now and go to your room!” she exclaimed angrily. you rolled your eyes once more and chose to only follow the second part of your instructions. eddie was practically fuming as he watched you roll your eyes and received the brunt of your god awful attitude. 

the worst part was the he didn’t even know what he did wrong. however, he knew exactly what the problem was. you were wound up so tight because nobody had dicked you down. your problem was that you needed the attitude fucked out of you. and eddie was determined to do that… especially if it meant that you’d cool out on your mom. because, although she got the worst of your attitude, eddie got the worst of her’s. and he was absolutely sick of listening to her complain and nag him all the time just because you had pissed her off. he decided to put an end to it. 

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 

that night, you didn’t show up for dinner. eddie inwardly rolled his eyes at your innate childishness and pettiness. you’d got that from your mother. but nevermind, he and your mother finished up dinner quietly, and she’d returned to her office to get some more work done. he knew that now was his chance, whenever your mother went to finish work in her office, she’d usually end up falling asleep in there. and he knew that she’d be so buried in her piles of paperwork that she’d pay no mind to any sounds echoing of the walls of your bedroom as he split your pussy open on his cock and fucked you free of your attitude. 

as soon as he heard your mother’s office door slam shut, he’d made a plate and took it up to your room. he knocked twice before opening it. “did you hear a ‘come in’?” you scoffed, looking back at him with a dirty glare. 

he took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. “i brought you dinner, brat.” he huffed, setting it down on the edge of your bed. 

“okay. now get out” you rolled your eyes and turned back to the nails that you were filing and preparing to polish. 

“i’m getting sick of your fucking attitude.” he growled at you, having to physically restrain himself from wrapping a ringed hand around your throat. 

“and i don’t fucking care.” you glared, looking from him to the door once more. “you’re not my damn dad, eddie. get the fuck out of my room.” 

“i am sick of your fucking attitude you stupid little bitch!” he shouted, roughly gripping your jaw as he stared into your eyes. 

you rolled your eyes at him. “yeah, so what? you won’t do anything about it now that your wife’s around.” you snarled out through grit teeth. 

eddie had enough. his eyes flashed black in a mixture of anger and lust as he gripped your throat and shoved you down onto your knees. you let out a quiet shriek as he slapped you across the face. it wasn’t enough to truly hurt, just to get your attention. the cool metal of his rings burned against your jaw as you moaned out. 

“open your mouth, slut” he growled out as he fiddled with his belt buckle and jeans. your jaw fell slack at his command and he fished his cock from his pants and boxers. he ran the precum soaked tip along your tongue, letting you lick and suckle at it for a few seconds before bullying the back of your throat with his thick cock. 

his heavy balls slapped against your chin as you gagged and gurgled around the extensive length of the man punishing your mouth. you coughed and sputtered, moaning as your saliva bubbled up at the base of his shaft, up against his balls. “that’s it little bitch,” he growled, grinding against your throat as you fought to take the girth of him. “take that big fucking cock… nice and deep down your tight little throat” he grunted lowly. 

you swallowed uselessly around him as your constricting throat fought to accommodate his length. he bullied his way deep into your esophagus, using your mouth and throat like his personal fleshlight. eddie reached to hold the back of your head. he pushed untill your nose was buried into the small tuft of curls at the base of his shaft and his balls were pressed up taut against your chin. he used his free hand to pinch your nostrils together, restricting all airflow to your lungs and causing you to heave, cough, and sputter around him as you tried to find a breath. 

“beg me to breathe, worthless bitch” he growled lowly. you tried your hardest, even with the obstruction in your mouth and throat and restriction of your breath. you coughed and sputtered around him, uselessly begging him to let you breathe. he did no more than laugh and slap you a few times with the hand on the back of your head. 

he held you down untill tears were spilling down your cheeks. your face was paling with the exertion of coughing and not being able to breathe and mascara was staining your face due to the tears blocking your visage. only then did eddie decide to let up. he released your nostrils and the back of your head. you breathed in deep lungfuls of air, the oxygen burning your lungs as you inhaled it like a drug. your small, perky tits rose and fell in time with the heaving breaths you took as eddie laughed above you, stroking his cock to the image of you so fucked out. 

he gripped your jaw once more, squeezing your cheeks together so roughly that it forced your lips to part. he leaned down and spit into your partially opened mouth. your wanton moan was met with another rough slap to the cheek and eddie spitting on your face. “bend over the fucking bed, whore” he grunted, slapping you once more. “and keep your fucking mouth quiet” he reminded. 

you followed his instructions, laying across your bed on all fours. you arched your back untill your chest pressed up against the mattress, your puckering asshole and dripping cunt being put on display for the ruthless man behind you. “count them out loud. you mess up, i start over. you skip a number, i start over. you forget a number, i start over. you stutter, stammer, pause, even breathe wrong and i will start over, do you understand me?” he growled. 

“yes…” you swallowed hard, breathing heavily as anxiety spread through your veins. “yes sir.” you whispered. 

“good. because i won’t stop unless you say a safeword.” he growled. that was the only warning you got before rough leather was coming into contact with your round ass cheeks and you were screaming out number after number as your stepfather whipped you with his belt. 

he made you count all the way up to twenty, whipping you with each number you screamed out. your ass was bright red, throbbing and sore. once he told you that you were finished, your body collapsed onto the bed convulsing with sobs as eddie moved around the bed. 

“open” he grunted, tapping the head of his cock along your lips. your jaw dropped lazily and once more he was bullying the back of your throat with the fat head of his cock. “you better get it nice and wet because it’s the only lube you’re getting.” he warned lowly. you moaned at the prospect of him fucking your virgin asshole open, your mouth salivating even more at the idea as a small puddle of your drool began forming on the sheets of your bed. 

“fuck baby, i’m gonna split you in two” he growled, tugging his cock away from your mouth. thankfully, eddie decided to show a small amount of mercy. he pulled you back up onto your knees, spreading your asscheeks apart and spitting down onto your puckering rosebud. he pushed a finger in and began to slowly fuck you with it, grunting about how filthy you were for letting a dirty and perverted old man use your pathetic little virgin holes to spear you on and milk his cock. 

he scissored your hole open before beginning to tease it with the mushroom head of his cock. he slowly pushed in, in, and in untill he was bottoming out. he stretched you in ways that were unimaginable, and you couldn’t do more to welcome the searing hot pain in your as than bite down roughly on your comforter to hold back a loud scream. tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, kissing your bottom line of lashes as your breath balled up in your lungs and refused to come out. 

eddie gave you no time to adjust before he was setting a punishing pace inside of the tight ring of muscles. “fucking hell, yeah” he growled. “squeeze my fucking cock just like that” he grunted. his hand weaved into your hair and tugged roughly against the roots untill your back was pressed up against his chest. tears were spilling down your cheeks, your face completely soaked with them as your body shook with sobs. “that’s right, fucking cry on that big, fat cock” he laughed cruelly, licking at the tears spilling down your jaw and neck as he roughly pinched, twisted, and tugged at your pierced nipples. 

“please cum, please cum, please cum” you chanted, begging with every drag of his thick cock against your never-before-breached walls. the searing hot pain never stopped, and neither did the drag of eddie’s cock against the tight walls of your ass. you sobbed and wriggled on his cock, wanting it to stop, but your couldn’t deny the puddle forming below you from your dripping cunt. 

“don’t run from my cock” eddie growled out. he grabbed you by the throat, holding the back of your head in his hand and placing you in a headlock. he slowly grinded his cock down deeper into your ass. “cry all you want to you stupid bitch, but that slutty cunt tells me you fucking love this” he spat, roughly pinching your clit, causing you to squeal as your hips stuttered. 

“you think i don’t feel the puddle that desperate little pussy is making beneath us, slut?” he grunted. “you stupid fucking toy, squirm and cry and beg all you want but i know you like this” he growled, beginning to fuck roughly into your little asshole. “your little pussy is just jealous that she’s not being speared on daddy’s cock” he mocked, pinching your clit once more before slapping it. “she’s gonna be even more jealous when i give this tight little ass a fat load of my cum, baby” he grunted. 

he shoved your face down into the mattress and began to punish your ass with his cock. “fuck yeah bitch, fucking cry for me” he growled. his heavy, cum-filled balls slapped up against your pudgy little clit with each thrust of his fat cock into your abused little asshole. “fuck i’m gonna cum” he gasped. he grunted, forcing his cock as deep as it would go into your puckering, tiny hole as his cock began to paint the walls of your ass wit a sticky load. he panted heavily as he rode out his orgasm, rutting into your ass and grinding his pelvis down against the fat globes of your ass cheeks. 

“maybe now you’ll learn not to be a little bitch” he growled, leaning over to spit on your face before pulling out. he pulled his clothes back on, slapping your ass cheeks once more before seeing himself out. 

“wait but da—“ the words died on your tongue the second your bedroom door slammed shut. tears of sorrow blinded your visage as you curled into yourself and began to sob softly. 

your heart dropped to the pits of your stomach as your mind ran wild with self deprecating thoughts. you laid upon the massive amount of pillows in your bed, body shaking with the weight of your sobs as that dark and all consuming headspace took over your body. 

eddie munson had completely ruined you. 

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 

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[hellfireseddie]

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[ilovetulips]

fem!reader x older!tattooartist!eddiemunson

part 2 !

WARNINGS : smut 18+ pls ,, age gap (ages aren’t rlly mentioned but r is 21, e is 39) ,, p in v and all the stuff that comes w it ,, lots of petnames ,, use of yn!

A/N : first smut ive ever written. so scared rn. hope u all like it

———

you’d be lying if you said you weren’t absolutely petrified walking into the small hallway containing each tattooist’s room. your legs were shaking and your heart was pounding, so much so that your vision blurred as you stepped up to your assigned room.

“eddie munson”, you could eventually make out from the sign on the door.

entering the spacious room, you look around and take in the darkened walls littered with various drawings, the long bed on the left side covered in cellophane and the faint sound of music playing.

it took you a while to finally catch sight of the mess of dark curls on the right hand side, bopping his head to the music slightly, small grey hairs shining in the light and his hand scratching his pencil against the paper below him.

“h…hi.” you voice squeaked out in a stutter, sounding completely different to how you usually speak.

“can i help you?” he barks out rudely, not even turning to look at you.

“oh i’m sorry, i must’ve got the wrong room. sorry for disturbing you.” you begin to back out of the doorway behind you, before his brown eyes shoot up and meet yours.

“shit- sorry sweet thing, thought you were maria from next door. c’mere, sit down.” he gives you a cheesy smile while his eyes widen slightly. “you my 2 o’clock, yeah?”

your palms shine with a thin layer of sweat, originating from both excitement and nerves. “mhm, should be under the name y/n.”

“gottcha sweetheart, beautiful name. what’s a sweet thing like you doing in a place like this, hm?”he rolls over in his chair to where you’re sat on the bed, placing his large palms over your trembling knees.

he smirks down at them before focusing on you, his pupils blowing out and looking at your lips every now and then.

“it’s m’first tattoo… can you tell?” you look up at him shyly through your eyelashes, his face intimidating you - not that you were scared of him, he was just really attractive.

“yeah, you’re shakin’ like a leaf doll, but i’m here to help ya stay calm. whattcha thinking of getting?” he tucks a stray hair of your behind your ear before leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.

god his arms were consumed in ink, only adding to his attractive qualities.

———

you spoke to eddie about the design, placement and all necessary paperwork before you were relaxed on the bed, laying on your side and watching the boy prep his tattoo machine.

you had a few voice cracks and stuttered a bit while talking to him, mostly due to his stare shrinking you, but he had made you feel extremely calm while prepping you.

“mkay doll, gonna need you to lift that shirt up a tad for me n’ we’ll get started. no rush, you tell me when you’re ready and when you wanna stop. can you do that for me darlin’?” his chair rolls back over to you, his gun ready to go.

you nod your head and reach down to grab the hem of your shirt. you’re stopped, however, when eddie’s calloused hand covers yours.

“words, sweetness. need you to use ‘em.” he taps your skull with his other hand, and pinches the hem of your shirt with the other.

you can’t deny the blush tickling your face is because of him slowly driving you insane, but you’re not going to stop him. “i can do that.”

“for me?” he tilts his head, crows feet creasing around his eyes as he smiles.

“for you.” your lips stay in the oval shape as he moves your shirt himself, yet you can’t take your eyes of his own lips. you have no idea how old he is. late 30s maybe? is this wrong? you shouldn’t feel attracted to someone like 18 years older than you… right?

he catches sight of the band of your bra, all cute and lacy. now it’s his turn to blush slightly. he can’t help the wicked grin spreading across his features, such a pretty girl wearing such a pretty bra.

“now you tell me if it hurts too much, wouldn’t want to cause such a precious girl like you so much pain.” he’s good at this. really good at this. your face was now beet red, and your thighs were unconsciously clenching together. you hoped he wouldn’t notice - he did. and it went straight to his ego.

———

you’re about 15 minutes into the tattoo itself. eddie taking his time and meticulously placing every line with care. you can’t help the small noises you make when it becomes particularly painful, once again hoping he didn’t notice.

he stops with a sigh, the faint bzzing making the silence grow louder, and the tension more suffocating. “sweetheart, if you don’t stop making those pretty noises i’m not gonna make it through this tattoo.”

his darkened pupils look up at you through his curls gracing his forehead. you didn’t know how to react, so you just stared at him with parted lips and slightly widened eyes. you, luckily, were too oblivious to notice the amount of times he had to adjust himself in his pants, and the prominent boner he was sporting right now.

he knew it was “unprofessional”, but he had never had a client like you before. you walk in with a cute little shirt and skirt, lacy underwear and give him doe eyes while moaning to yourself and expect him to not react?

“m sorry… didn’t realise i was doing it.” you look away from him, trying to focus on the artwork on the walls, but only being able to focus on the growing wet patch in your underwear. he has a way with words, and he’s incredibly attractive.

“don’t have to apologise, i like ‘em. but they’re driving me insane over here princess.” he leans down to meet your eyes in front of your head. the tension was so intense you were practically choking on it. he can’t help but reach over and trace your lips with his thumb, pulling your bottom lip down while you let him do it.

“so pretty.” he mumbles, leaning back and patting your thigh before reaching to finish the tattoo. “want you to lie just on your back now, yeah? nearly there doll.” and so you do, until the pleasure pain was so much that you were arching off the bed, your breasts nearly spilling out the top of your shirt.

eddie was glad he was wearing jeans that day, so the wet patch of precum in his boxers wouldn’t soak into their material. you, however, were not glad to be wearing a skirt with such easy access to your underwear, and the larger wet patch soaking them.

“fuck- baby you can’t keep doing that. you’re makin’ it real hard to concentrate over here.” he rubs his hand over his face and reaches for the cup of water on the small table next to him.

“…sorry.” you smile sheepishly. “can we… uh take a break?”

“course princess, you want anythin’?” by anything he means a snack or some water - but you’d hoped the offer was for something else.

you shake your head no before looking back up at the ceiling. that didn’t last long until you could feel someone’s eyes on you - eddie’s.

he was sat, legs spread and arm leaning on it, his veins prominent in the hand pinching his lip. but his eyes were the most captivating, as they were black. full of lust and desire. you saw the affect you had on him, and to be honest you have never felt so attractive or turned on.

you turned your head to look at him, lolling it to the side before contorting your body fulling to the side. your skirt flicked up and caught your hip as you did, revealing your panties and causing eddie to groan.

he clamped his eyes shut before walking over to you, gripping your chin with his pointer finger and thumb and forcing you to look up at him. “i can’t tell if you’re doing this on purpose, or you’re just dumb.” his words shocked you.

“m not doing anything, eds.” you tilt your head to the side slightly, smirking as you did so. you weren’t doing it on purpose yourself, but maybe your body was just reacting naturally to him and doing it to make him look.

“eds? we’re on nickname basis now sweets?” he leaned down, his hot breath fanning across your lips as you squirm under his gaze. you nod dumbly as his hand travels to grip your jaw and rub his thumb across your lips again. you were practically panting, desperately trying to relieve yourself without him realising.

“you gone all shy now? after that whole performance?” he presses his lips to the base of your throat, peppering slow kisses up it’s centre before meeting your lips. “maybe i’ll just let you sort yourself out. who knows who else you’ve been a little slut for.”

a whine escapes your lips as he pulls away from your lips, missing his warmth. the name going straight to your cunt and making you needier.

“jus’ you. i promise. couldn’t help myself.” you mumble, looking down at your hands in your lap.

“don’t act all innocent with me angel, i know what you want, and you know what you were doing. want you to tell me what you want from me.” he crouches down in front of you, hands on your thighs and inching up slowly.

“need you to touch me. want you so bad.” you squeak out, shuffling about on the bed.

“oh yeah? want me to make you cum, sweet girl?” he peels back your skirt, your panties on full display as you lean on your elbows to look at him curse under his breath. he grips your knees and spreads your legs further apart, eyeing the wet patch between your legs.

“god you’re so wet, i can see it from here. got you all worked up hm?” he presses kisses on your inner thighs, watching you squirm until he roughly grabs your hips. his stubble scratching your thigh slightly as he kisses higher.

you hum in agreement, focused on the growing tension about to snap. that was until you felt his fingers pull at the sides of your underwear, pulling them down to show off your glistening folds.

he growls slightly, groaning at the sight before pulling your panties off and basically diving into your pussy. licking strips from your hole to your clit, humming and rolling his eyes back at the taste.

he was eating you out like a starved man, sucking at your clit and poking his tongue into your hole while you were a moaning mess above him. writhing and wriggling your hips, grinding into his face while you were overcome with intense pleasure. he brought his hand up, inserting a finger inside of you before lifting his head up and smiling.

“tastes like heaven, sweetheart. so so sweet f’me fuck.” he reaches that spongey part inside of you, your moans growing whinier as you reach your climax. he roughly covers your mouth with his hand, muffling the sounds you’re making before watching his finger plunge in and out of you.

he starts sucking at your clit again, mewling at the taste of you before adding a second finger to thrust into you. your eyes were rolling back into your head as he coached you to your climax. you failed to notice the poor boy practically grinding the floor, trying to find any way to relieve himself while relishing in your pleasure.

“you gonna cum baby? yeah? go on, cum all over my tongue darlin’”. he poked his tongue back into your hole before making his way back to your clit. he was sloppy, the sounds of him and his tongue filling the room and probably the hall next to it. you didn’t have time to think about it though before white fuzzies took over your vision, and the coil inside you snapped.

eddie slowed his pace down, but lapped at the hot white liquid spurting from your hole. he was basically kitten licking it by the time you’d snapped out of your intense climax. you’d slept with guys before, with women before, but none had ever made you feel like this.

so you grabbed him by his hair into a kiss, teeth clashing and tongues dancing. you hum sweetly at the taste of yourself being transferred from him to you, trailing your hands down his chest and towards his bulge. he looked big, but nothing could’ve prepared you what he was actually hiding.

he sat down, spreading his legs as you knelt down in front of him, holding his cock in your hand and staring at it. he hissed as the cold air hit his sensitive tip, sticky with precum. he chuckled darkly at your expression, grabbing his dick and slapping it against your cheek lightly a few times.

“you okay there, doll? you can take me.” he smirks, smug from your expression. you lean in, licking a stripe from his base to the tip and taking extra time to lick the prominent vein pulsing on the side. he groaned in pleasure, jutting his hips up into the air before you grasp him with both hands and lick his tip a few times.

you watch his face the whole time, scrunched up in pleasure and making him look so much more attractive. swirling your tongue around his tip and licking the precum away, you start to take him down your throat until your nose hits the base.

“fuuu-uck. where’d you learn that you little slut? used to suckin’ big dick are ya?” his groans are sent straight to your core, making you wetter than before.

you pull away with a ‘pop’, and look into his eyes. “you’re so big, eds. biggest i’ve ever seen.” you’re about to go down again until he grabs your face harshly, puckering your lips while he stands and looks down at you.

“don’t believe that. you gonna let me fuck your face now, sweetheart. quit teasin’.” he holds his cock, guiding his tip to your parted lips and thrusting his hips in slowly until you’re gagging. strings of curses tumble out of his mouth at the sensation as he pulls out and fucks your face harshly. his balls slapping on your chin while you moan and clench your pussy as he uses you as a fucktoy.

“such a good girl, letting me ruin your pretty mouth like this. fuck- perfect angel.” he’s holding your chin as tears flood down your cheeks from gagging so much. he’s thrusting so intense that your jaw is starting to ache.

“shit shit shit - gonna cum sweet girl. swallow it all f’me, be a good girl.” and so you did. hot ropes of his salty release coat your tongue and the back of your throat. you stick your tongue out at him, so he can see the dollops of him cum he left there before you swallow it all happily and sit up to kiss him again. watching you, eddie could feel himself getting hard again.

his tongue swipes over yours, both of your recent releases mixing together in your mouths. salty residues left at the corners of your mouths before you pull apart.

“bed. now.” he pants at you, walking you towards it until your back reaches it and you fall back. you spread your legs again, giving him a look at your pussy dripping with arousal again. he watched as a bead of the liquid travels down your thighs, before he laps it up and rubs his tip through your folds.

the sensation of his tip hitting your clit almost had you screaming, but you bit down on his shoulder instead as he sharply sucked air through his teeth.

“eddie- please.” you pant, the words coming out strained from desperation. hearing you beg for it did something to him, blood pumping to his tip more than before.

he plunged into you slowly, the burn of the stretch adding to your pleasure as eddie groaned. he went all the way in and stopped, kissing your collarbone before looking at you.

“feels so fuckin’ good. so tight for me.”

“move. please move- fuck.” he pulls his hips sharply, before slamming them back into pace and setting a rough pace to fuck into you at. he was so big, it felt like he was ruining your pussy and your organs. his tip prodding against your cervix, creating a bulge in your stomach that he pressed on.

“look at that. too big for your pussy to fit. fuck” the rough pace he set had led your moans into an incoherent string of words. you couldn’t process what was happening, just the intense pressure building in your stomach causing you to clench around him.

“y’fucked all dumb up there, angel? fuck- clenchin’ around me like that m’ not gonna last.” his hips stutter before falling back into their pace.

“fuckfuckfuckfuck” high pitched screams sound out of you, not caring who can hear anymore because it feels so good.

“my dumb girl, pussy’s made f’me isn’t she. god you’re perfect.” you can’t help but drool at his words, being fucked so dumb that you can’t remember words.

you clench harder around him, indicating you’re close as your moans mush together. his hips falter again, becoming overwhelmed by the wetness squeezing his cock. he reaches his hand down to your clit, and spits on your pussy before he spreads it around and rubs it in circles around the nub.

the sensation is so overwhelming, your orgasm crashes over you with no warning. you hadn’t even got a chance to warn eddie about needing to pee - which didn’t matter anyway as you squirted all over his dick. the lewd sounds still filling up the room as eddie doesn’t slow down.

“squirting all over me, fuckin’ slut. you’re gonna stay here till i cum, use you as my own little toy.” you were falling into being overstimulated, the climax still having it’s effects on you. but you notice him slowing his pace down.

“shit- gonna cum. can i cum in you, doll? feels so good i don’t wanna pull out. please?” he flops his head to your shoulder.

“please cum in me, eds. want you to cum so deep in me.” before you knew it, his warmth was spitting out of his sensitive dick, painting your inner walls white and mixing with your own release as he pulls out of you slowly.

the white liquid of both of your releases drips out of your hole, before eddie quickly puts your panties back on you to prevent it from dripping out, giving the puffy mound a few playful taps and causing you to hiss from overstimulation.

“want you to keep it all in there for me, like the good girl you are.” he kisses you sweetly before flipping your skirt back down and making sure you’re okay.

———

“that was the best sex i’ve ever had.” the man says next to you, arm around your shoulder as you trace the tattoos on his chest.

“me too. felt so good eds.” you smirk at the new nickname. you sit up and grab a pen from the table next to you. finding a space between the collage covering his body, you write your number down.

“i wanna see you again. call me?” you rest your chin on his chest.

“course i will sweetness.” he kisses your head before standing up and sitting back down in his rolling chair.

“y’wanna finish that tattoo now?”

[sailortongue]

Prom?

pairing: eddie munson x reader

summary: you ask your boyfriend to be your date to the prom, but he turns you down. angst to fluff

wc: 3.4k

a/n: the chokehold this man has on me is unreal

stranger things masterlist

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“Prom?” Eddie repeated back to you, bewildered and borderline offended by the mere suggestion. “You’re asking me to prom?”

You nodded, playing with your hands and avoiding eye contact. You knew this was a mistake. After spending so much time listening to his rants about conformity and “the dark side,” you should have known he wouldn’t be interested. 

“Sorry, Yn, but it’s really just not my scene. Wouldn’t you rather go on a regular date like we usually do?” he asked apologetically, scratching the back of his neck uncomfortably. He hated that he was the one to put such a dejected look on your pretty face, but he’d rather do almost anything else than go to a stupid school dance, even if it was with his girlfriend. Eddie swore his heart cracked when you only responded with a simple no, leaving him standing in the school parking lot by himself. You had been so hopeful that he would say yes. It was your senior prom and you wanted to go with your boyfriend. You hadn’t gone junior year, so this was your last chance to have this high school experience. 

You didn’t sit at the table the next day at lunch. Or the next. Or the next. You were actively avoiding Eddie, and the more you avoided him, the more his heart cracked. His eccentric personality was becoming more subdued with each passing day. It hurt to see him like that from across the cafeteria, but frankly you were hurt and slightly embarrassed at being rejected by your own boyfriend.

Not knowing what to do about his relationship problems, Eddie consulted Hellfire.

“Dude, you obviously hurt her feelings. Would it really be that bad to take her to prom? I mean c’mon, don’t you want to see your ‘sweetheart’ all dolled up just for you?” said Dustin, the rest of the guys nodding in agreement.

Eddie sighed, “If I showed up to prom, I’d make a hypocrite of myself. I love her, but…” He trailed off.

“But what?” You interrupted from behind him. You had decided to rejoin the boys at their table, intending to ask Eddie if you could talk privately. You wanted to apologize for the past few days. A silly school dance wasn’t worth your relationship.

Eddie stared up at you from his seat, wide-eyed, trying desperately to form the words that would stop the tears in your eyes from falling, but nothing but stuttering came out. With every fresh tear from your eyes, the cracks in Eddie’s heart deepened until it finally shattered at what you said next.

“If you have doubts about how you feel about me, then maybe we shouldn’t be together.” Your words came out in a whisper, as if it would lessen the blow. You hadn’t said it in a fit of anger, hadn’t said it to be malicious, you had actually meant it. Eddie was going into a tailspin. You broke up with him. The most precious person in his life was walking out the cafeteria doors, out of his life, and for what? Because his pride got in the way? Because he couldn’t give his girl one night? His club members were talking to him, but it was all just background noise to Eddie.

Mike snapped his fingers in Eddie’s face, “Dude! What are you doing?! Go after her!” That was all it took to spring Eddie into action. You were the best thing in his life and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t at least try to fix this.

He jumped out of his chair, nearly tripping over his own feet in his rush through the cafeteria. You were nowhere to be found. In a last ditch effort to find you, Eddie ran to the parking lot. He’d gotten there just in time. Just in time to see you pull out onto the road, that is.

From that point forward, all Eddie saw of you was brief glimpses in the hallways and fleeting looks in the cafeteria. 

Soon enough, the dreaded week of prom arrived.

Eddie was staring at you across the lunchroom again, lost in his own pity, when Dustin slammed his hands down on the Hellfire Club’s self proclaimed table. “Dude!! You have to make things right with Yn right now. Your campaigns SUCK lately, and you look like a kicked puppy. Just talk to her, Munson.” 

Eddie sighed and put his head in his hands. “She won’t even talk to me, Henderson. I don’t know what you want me to do.” Before the younger boy could respond, a crash sounded throughout the cafeteria. Everyone looked towards the noise, and the cause of it, which happened to be Robin Buckley hurriedly fixing the trash can she had stumbled over moments prior. 

“Uh- sorry everyone, um- proceed!” She quickly turned and exited the cafeteria, wide eyed with a hand over her mouth. 

“Yn might not talk, but I know someone that will tell you everything you need to know.” Confused, Eddie lifted his head and followed his friend's gaze. “Huh?”

 The next day, in between 3rd and 4th period, Robin found herself cornered by the smallest, most determined-looking freshman she’d ever seen.“Uh, can I help you?”

“That depends.” The boy squinted at her, scrutinizing. 

“On.. what, exactly?”  She shifted anxiously under the curly-haired boy's glare.

Without answering her question, he continued. “Come to the science hall during lunch.” With that, he promptly turned on his heel and hurried away. 

“I’m not doing that.” Robin uttered under her breath. 

Robin did, in fact, do that. Call it a morbid curiosity.

When she arrived, Dustin was already there, checking his watch and tapping his foot as if he was an angry parent. “Seriously, could you have taken any longer? Lunch is almost over!.”  

“Sorry baby-man. Gotta eat.” The boy rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Whatever, Eddie should be here in a second.” 

“Speak of the devil and he shall appear. What’s all this, Henderson?” Before the boy in question could respond, Robin interrupted. “Woah woah woah hold on a second this is bad- I can’t talk to you, Munson.”  Eddie furrowed his brows disbelievingly. “Why? We literally went to middle school together. Are you seriously still mad about the time I cut off your ponytail? I was 12! And it looks super metal short-“ Robin waved her hand in the air, cutting him off. 

“No, dingus! I can’t talk to you because Yn is still super upset with you and now you’re all broken up and stuff! Girl code still exists, dude!” 

The boy darkened. “Oh. Did she.. did she confirm that we were broken up or..” 

Robin panicked when she saw the look on Eddie’s face. Yes. Panic. That’s what she would tell Yn when she undoubtedly gets in trouble for this later. 

“I mean yes but she still loves you she’s just really upset because it’s her senior year and everything and she knows it’s not your style she just figured that you might make one little sacrifice for your girlfriend because she’s always supporting your Dungeons and Dragons nerd things all the time and it seems like you expect her to compromise and I guess it just hurts her feelings that you won’t do the same for her and she already picked out this really cool dress and she was just really looking forward to it and she’s still going but it just won’t be the same and-”

The girl took a deep breath to begin talking again, but she was interrupted by the man in front of her. “Oh shit. Ohhh I fucked up.”

The boy beside him hummed in acknowledgement. “Oh shit indeed, Eddie.”

Eddie ran a ring-clad hand through his hair and laughed incredulously, sliding down the lockers he had been leaning against. “I’m the biggest idiot ever to exist in the history of idiots.” He frantically looked up at Robin. “Quick, what color is her dress?”

The day had somehow snuck itself onto everyone. Girls were panic-buying hairspray and boys were rushing to the nearest grocer for acceptable looking bouquets. As soon as the sun went down, Hawkins’ roads were filled with rented limos and concerned parents. Meanwhile, Eddie was pacing around his trailer as Dustin tried to give him a pep talk.

“Dude, relax. This’ll work, I’m positive.”

Despite Dustin’s words, Eddie didn’t look any less nervous than he was before. He stood in front of Dustin and spread his arms, “Do I look okay?”

“Perfect! Except for one thing. Do you have a tie?”

“Yeah, but I couldn’t figure out how to tie it so I just took it off. Do I need one?”

Dustin rolled his eyes and sighed, “Bring it here.”

10 minutes later Eddie could proudly say that he knew how to tie a tie. Dustin gave Eddie another once-over before approving; with Dustin’s stamp of approval, Eddie was finally ready to knock on your front door (after dropping Dustin off at home, of course). His emotions were so frazzled that he doesn't even remember the drive. One second he was putting a bouquet in his passenger seat and his guitar in the back and the next he was pulling into your driveway. It was nearly 8pm already, and though he wasn’t a religious man, he was praying to any god out there that you were still home. Eddie knocked on the front door with one sweaty hand, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he waited for someone to open the door.

Except it wasn’t you who opened the door, it was your mother. “Eddie? What are you doing here? Yn’s not here right now.”

He nodded quickly before running back to his van, your mother watching him, confused at his unusual behavior. There was no time to waste. If you weren’t home then you must have already been at the dance. Robin did say you planned to go anyway. Plan B it is.

As soon as he made it to the school, he was rushing to the gym, bouquet in hand and guitar strapped to his back. The dance had already started, which made it difficult to spot you in the crowd of his peers. He eventually spotted you seated at a table with Robin, completely oblivious to his presence. You looked beautiful, and as you laughed at something your friend said, his heart tightened at the thought that it could’ve been him sitting with you and drinking (probably spiked) shitty pink punch.

“Guess she wasn’t home, huh? You owe us big time, Eddie. Do you know how hard it is to rent a tux day of? It’s easier to buy alcohol underage. Thought they were gonna background check us, dude.”  

He turned to his friends and smiled sheepishly. “Seriously though, guys, thanks. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn't agreed.” 

“Whatever Munson, we’re desperate for you to get Yn back. Your campaigns have been dogshit lately because you’re so heartbroken. It’s pathetic. Seriously. Now what set are we playing?”

Eddie smiled. “Oh no boys, we’re not playing a Corroded Coffin original tonight.”

While Eddie led his band-mates backstage, you stood and offered your hand to Robin. “Let’s dance, Rob. I’m missing out on a boyfriend at prom but no WAY am I missing out on dancing to Pat Benatar.” Reluctantly, your friend stood up and took your hand. “Cool ring by the way, where'd you get it?”

You looked at your hand, confused, until you realized you were wearing one of Eddie’s rings. You’d had intentions to give it back, but you couldn’t bear to take it off. It was your favorite of his, a silver, spider shaped ring with a ruby in the middle. “Oh uh, I got it at a vintage shop. Now come on, the song’s almost over!” Dancing with Robin allowed you a moment of reprieve from thinking about Eddie. It didn’t last long though, not when you heard the music stop abruptly, replaced with angry protests from your peers. “Seriously? What gives?” 

Curious, you made your way to the front of the crowd surrounding the stage, Robin in tow. Before you could reach the stage, you heard the sound of a bass guitar starting up. “What the hell?” You finally pushed your way past the group closest to the stage, and what you saw made you stop dead in your tracks. “Robin, please tell me you’re seeing this too.” 

“If you’re also seeing Eddie Munson on stage at prom playing with his band, then yeah I'm seeing it.” 

You gawked as he leaned towards the mic and started singing. There was no way he was going to these lengths. “Tonight- I wanna give it all to you, In the darkness, so much I wanna do-“ You saw him search the crowd, but his eyes never met yours.

“Doesn’t he usually play all that death metal stuff? Kind of a genre switch if you ask me.” You looked at Robin and ran your hand through your hair. “Yeah-” You had to yell over the deafening noise . “It’s my favorite!”

 “And tonight- I wanna lay it at your feet, ‘cause girl I was made for you, and girl you were made for me-“ 

The crowd was buzzing again, excited that the ‘freaks’ were playing recognizable music. “I was made for lovin’ you baby, you were made for lovin’ me!” You felt yourself smile endearingly, adoring how at-home Eddie looked in his element, eyes closed and all but yelling into the microphone. 

“And I can’t get enough of you baby, can you get enough of me?” For the first time, you took notice of his outfit. It looked like he’d actually tried- he had a tie and everything, though he hadn’t taken off his signature rings or his worn-down converse. (You preferred it that way anyways- it was unapologetically Eddie) 

“And tonight, I wanna see it in your eyes, feel the magic, there’s somethin’ that drives me wild.” His eyes raked over the crowd again. “And tonight, we’re gonna make it come true, cause girl you were made for me, and girl I was made for you-“ Finally, your eyes met his, and he grinned, triumphant. With as much force as he could muster, he sang the chorus, and motioned for the crowd to join. “I was made for lovin’ you, baby, you were made for lovin’ me!” Throughout the rest of the song, Eddie’s eyes were only on you, pleased that you at least looked amused at his performance. However, as soon as the song ended, his confidence was spent and he was eaten up with anxiety. Would you be angry? Would you tell him to piss off? As he left the stage in an attempt to find you, he felt a hand clasp his shoulder. Expecting you, he turned around, but instead found himself face-to-face with his drummer.

 “I saw her head to the bathroom with Buckley. They’re probably deciding your fate right now, dude.” 

“Thanks, Gareth, that really makes me feel better.” Eddie deadpanned.

 “I’d pray to god that Yn’s in a forgiving mood. We’ll catch you later, Eddie. Goodluck.”

“Y’know, I don’t see why you're so freaked about it. Do you have any idea how many girls would kill to have a guy that would do that for her?” 

“Do you know how many girls didn’t have to break up with their boyfriends before they showed up to the god damn prom?” 

Robin shrugged. “Touché.”

“So, what do you think I should do?”

“Don’t leave it up to me!” she screeched. “I’ve never had to deal with this before!”

“No no no, not a valid answer. What would love guru Steve Harrington do?”

Robin snorted. “Something dumb, probably.” You groaned and put your head in your hands as you slid down the stall door. “Somebody sedate me.”

After a moment of silence, Robin spoke up, giving her best impression of Steve. “You gotta take a chance on the guy, what if you lose the wrong guy and end up a single, nerdy loser that works at a video shop like me for the rest of your life?”

You giggle, but then pause. “Wait, you’re right.”

Robin blanched. “About your future of being a single loser?”

You pushed her slightly. “No idiot, about taking a chance.” You lept to your feet and started out of the bathroom. “Hey, where are you going?” 

“To do something dumb, probably.” 

As soon as you exited the bathroom, you frantically looked around for a glimpse of Eddie’s mess of dark hair. Immediately, you spotted him pacing around the entrance to the gym. He was fiddling with his hair, frazzling the ends and rolling them over his fingers. You walked towards him quietly, and he didn’t notice you until you spoke.

 “You clean up pretty good, Munson.” You lightly joked. “Oh my god, Yn-“ He was tempted to hug you, but he didn’t know how you'd react. Your arms were crossed over your chest and you looked uncomfortable. God, he could feel his palms sweating already. “Yn, I'm so sorry, I’ve been such a dick and you look so amazing and I can’t believe I almost missed seeing you just because of my pride. I’ve been totally blind to your needs and just totally inconsiderate. I hope you can forgive me.” Afraid of your answer, he looked down at his feet, bracing himself for your response. 

To his surprise, you just sighed. “Eddie.. It’s not all your fault. I overreacted over something I knew was probably a stretch in the first place. I knew prom wasn’t really your thing and I almost lost the guy I love over it.”

He looked up and met your eyes, hopeful. ”So you forgive me?”

You smiled and he pulled you into a hug. “This time. But you know, you can’t just show up and sing me a Kiss song everytime we fight.”

He grinned. “Of course. Next time it’ll be a Depeche Mode song, then Tears for Fears, then maybe even an Ozzy song.” You rolled your eyes. “Whatever, Munson.” You snuggled into his chest and appreciated his warmth for a moment until he moved. 

“Hey wait, I have something for you. He removed his hands from around your waist and stepped back. 

“Close your eyes!” He said in a sing-song voice. You huffed a breath in amusement and complied. “They’re closed.” You heard shuffling before he spoke again. “Wait here for a sec.” You heard footsteps retreating and waited, but not for long. 

When he returned, he was accompanied by a crinkling sound. “Okay now open.” You complied, and were met by the sight of Eddie offering you a bouquet that nearly covered his entire face. You held back a giggle and took the flowers as he cleared his throat comically and brought himself down to one knee. 

“Now, will you, Miss Yn Ln, do me the ultimate honor and accompany me to senior prom?” 

You tapped the bouquet to your chin and pretended to think deeply. 

“Okay, sweetheart, honey, baby, I’m gonna be honest with you, I don’t have the strongest knees and this is really doing a number on me.” You laughed and offered your hand to him in a faux-cordial manner. “Well, Mr. Munson, I would be delighted to accompany you to the senior prom.” Before he stood, he kissed your hand and smiled. “I love you, Yn.” You felt yourself melt a little. “I love you too, Eddie.” He brought you into yet another hug, burying his face into your neck. You stayed like that for a few minutes, until you felt him smirk against your neck and lift his head to meet your eyes.

“So I take it you liked my performance?” He raised his brows and you huffed. “Oh my god, would you just shut up and kiss me already?” He smiled and leaned in until your lips were ghosting each other. “As the lady wishes.” Finally, his lips connected with yours. After a moment, you pulled away. “So I guess I really did get the entire prom experience, Mr. Teen Angst.” 

  “Not quite.” You gave him a questioning look, but all he did was wiggle his brows suggestively. You deadpanned and started walking back to the gym. “Always gotta ruin the sweet moment, Munson. Keep it in your pants at least until we get home, ’kay?” He smiled and followed after you. “No promises!” When he caught up to you, he grabbed your hand. “And by the way, sweetheart, I'm 20, so it’s not teen angst, it’s just the regular kind.” 

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

[songforeddiemunson]

Things That Go BUMP

Eddie Munson x Reader (description vague for inclusivity, no use of YN, no upside-down).

Summary: Eddie and reader agree to house-sit for a recently widowed woman, and things happen.

Warnings/Tropes: established relationship (this could also be a sequel to Next Summer), no smut, ghost story, talk of accidental death, description of and discussion of death and mortal remains, rather inappropriate funerary banter, dark themes. Avert thine eyes if death talk unsettles you, but this IS a Halloween fic, so, yeah.

Author's Note: this is actually based on a personal experience I had with my boyfriend at the time. True story, my buddies!

Here is a map of the layout of the house. I only included details, i.e. furniture, if it was relevant to the story.

Word Count: 3300

October 1991

Life in Hawkins was peaceful and harmonious, and you were looking forward to your first autumn in rural Indiana with Eddie. You imagined there would be long walks through crunchy leaves whilst scenting the faint aroma of wood smoke as it drifted among the trees. Things, however, didn't quite go as you'd planned.

Lenny Weir, a kind middle aged man that you had built an acquaintance with, was killed in a tragic accident where he was fatally electrocuted while repairing an appliance.

You had been deeply saddened to learn of Lenny's passing. Everyone in Hawkins had heard of the accident; he was a popular fellow among the locals, and was known for helping people when something needed to be fixed or tended to, free of charge. Word traveled fast, and a blanket of sadness enveloped the whole town.

He and his wife Pam chose to remain childless, preferring the company of a tabby cat called Jasper and a particularly intelligent Border Collie named Toby. You knew all of this because you had house-sat for them for a week over the summer when they went on vacation. They lived in an idyllic little cottage framed by flowering shrubs and a stream flowed through their backyard. It really was a lovely place and you had enjoyed staying there immensely.

You attended Lenny's viewing with Eddie. You had never felt very comfortable with death in the past, and you had only been a permanent resident of Hawkins for four months. You didn’t know many people yet, which heightened your feeling of shyness as the other people from town filled the room around you. You sat toward the back, nodding solemnly at the people you saw that you did know, but preferring to stay out of the way.

When it came time for everyone to file past the assembled family and view the deceased, your heart was in your throat. You hesitated, gripping Eddie’s hand tightly.

“Hey,” Eddie whispered, leaning his head conspiratorially toward yours. “I’ve got you. We’ll do this together.”

You nodded. “Okay,” you replied anxiously.

As you moved toward Lenny’s relatives, who were standing near the front of the room next to the casket, you nodded and murmured the usual script of ‘so very sorry,” and “such a tragedy,” until you spotted Pam, who looked composed despite having red, puffy eyes.

“Pam,” you said as you reached her. “This is awful, I’m so sorry, I don't really have the words. How are you holding up?”

Pam shook her head. “I don’t really think it’s all fully registered; I feel like I’m trapped in some kind of awful dream.”

You nodded sympathetically, “I can only imagine. Is there anything I can do?”

“Actually,” she replied, “Next week I’m going away for several days to stay with my sister in Utah and get out of the house for a while. Would you mind staying and looking after Jasper and Toby?”

“Of course I will,” you said without hesitation. “Do you mind if Eddie comes too?”

“Not at all, he’s more than welcome.”

“Great, we’ll be there,” you said with a small smile.

“Thank you Pam,” Eddie added. “I’m so sorry about all of this.”

“Thank you so much,” she said, her voice thick. “Now I guess you’d better go say goodbye to Lenny.”

“Here goes…” you murmured quietly to Eddie as you approached the casket, kneeling down on the provided cushion.

You quickly noticed that the glue holding one of Lenny’s eyes closed was starting to come loose, giving his right eye the appearance that it was partially open.

“Oh god,” you groaned.

“Fuck, that’s not how that’s supposed to look,” Eddie whispered.

“Jesus, should we tell someone?”

“Well I doubt we’re the first ones to notice it, we're among the last people up here…”

“This is why I hate these things. Viewings. It’s all so unnatural…” you broke off with a shudder. You were horrified, and you couldn’t stop staring at poor Lenny's eye.

“Well we started having viewings because we kept burying people alive back in the day. And it kinda looks like Lenny is starting to wake up right now…”

“Dude,” you admonished in a firm whisper.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie said, “it’s just shocking." Eddie paused, his eyes widening in horror. "Oh god, Lenny was electrocuted…do you think anyone told Pam his death was ‘shocking’? Oh man, I hope not.”

“I can’t take you anywhere,” you said. You were mortified, but the stress of everything was making you want to burst out into very inappropriate and ill-timed laughter. “We are leaving right now!”

“Sorry Lenny,” Eddie murmured hastily as you dragged him away.

You arrived at Pam’s house the following week with a duffel bag and Eddie in tow. Pam greeted you at the door and walked you through the house. She reminded you about where the pet food was and all the other things she thought you should know. Before she departed, she left you with some words you would never forget:

“Kids, sometimes weird things happen in the house. I don’t know. I wonder if maybe Lenny hasn’t moved on.”

“Say what now?” Eddie prompted.

“I wouldn’t worry about it, sometimes I just hear things sometimes, and I wonder if things get moved. Either that or I’m losing my mind.”

“Well we don’t want that," you said, and Eddie laughed a little too loudly.

“No, we would definitely prefer ghosts,” he said, making Pam actually laugh a little.

The first few days passed without incident.  You and Eddie enjoyed playing with Toby, lounging about outside by the fire pit, watching TV with Jasper curled up on your lap, and picking apples from the gnarled old apple tree in the backyard.  Out of respect for Pam and Lenny, you and Eddie shared the large sectional sofa in the living room; it was shaped like a large letter L so there was plenty of room for both of you. 

One day, your curiosity got the best of you.

"Lenny was cremated, right?" you asked Eddie.

"Yeah, so I heard."

"So where are his ashes? I wonder if he’s in the house or if Pam scattered him somewhere,” you pondered, and then began looking around the house for an urn.  

It had occurred to you that perhaps you were being disrespectful, but Lenny was such a sweet guy and you didn't think he would mind. Besides, part of you just really wanted to know if you were sharing a house with someone’s mortal remains. 

Shortly afterward, you came across a small inconspicuous brown box on the nightstand between the couch and the sitting room wall, but it was on a lower shelf that was hidden from view by the sofa.

"Do you think he's in there?"  Eddie asked.

"Only one way to find out."

You opened the box.  Inside the box was a cylindrical, plain, brass-looking tin.  The suspense was killing you both.

"I think that's it," Eddie said almost in a whisper.

"Well if it is," you said, "it isn't very ceremonial.  It doesn't look anything like what I would expect an urn to look like."

"I think– well, when my mom died they gave us her ashes in something pretty plain. It’s up to the family to buy something nicer.”

“Oh I’m sorry babe,” you said, giving Eddie’s arm a squeeze. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, it’s okay,”  Eddie said with a reassuring smile.

“But if that is Lenny, why is he tucked away out of sight as if she’s hiding him?”

 "Maybe keeping it in view is too painful for her right now."

"Maybe it's just candy or something."

You went back and forth on this for a while, but you had to know for sure.  You started to open the tin.

"Jesus, don't!"  Eddie hissed.

"I’m sorry but I have to know," you said. “Besides, there’s no harm in just looking. I’m sure Lenny wouldn’t mind.”

“Ugh, fine,” Eddie said. "But if you let out a ghost, I'm blaming you."

You opened the tin.  Inside the tin was a clear plastic bag containing the cremated remains of Lenny.  You and Eddie stared silently at it for a moment.  It definitely didn't look like what you had imagined the ashes of a cremated person to look like.  You always thought it would look like...well, ashes.  It didn't.  It closely resembled gravel, and you could see little bits of bone as if someone had smashed up what was left with some sort of hammer.  You immediately felt uneasy and replaced the lid. 

"Wow. So that's....that's Lenny," Eddie said.

"Yeah," you replied simply. You weren't sure what else to say.

You silently sent an apology into the ether, feeling a little remorseful for prying.

You didn't talk about it much after that and went about your business, but you had the very unsettling realization that you had been sleeping with your head no more than six inches away from Lenny’s remains for days.

The following day it was raining and quite chilly, so you and Eddie spent most of the day inside watching TV.  Somewhere around 8pm, the TV abruptly switched off.

"Did you lean on the remote?" you asked.

"No, it's right there on the table," Eddie replied.

That's strange... you thought to yourself.  Then Pam’s voice echoed in your mind.  Sometimes weird things happen.  You shrugged it off.

You turned the TV back on and continued watching.  About ten minutes later it switched to snow, then turned off again.

"What the hell..."  You and Eddie said in unison.

Suddenly Toby the dog lifted his head and stared into the adjacent kitchen, a low growl emitting from his throat.

"Okay, that's freaky,"  Eddie said.

"Go look and see what it is," you said with wide eyes.

“Uh, I’d rather not."

You quickly dialed Nancy’s number to get her opinion, who told you your imaginations were running wild and you just had to calm down.  She chatted with you for a while and nothing further happened, so you hung up and tried to distract yourself with a bit of making out. You had a hard time feeling interested in sex, however. You had the very unsettling feeling that you were being watched.

A couple more hours passed without anything odd happening, and you were beginning to feel quite sleepy.  You realized that you didn't want to turn off the lights, and you also didn't want to keep sleeping on the couch next to Lenny’s remains.  Ugh suck it up; what are you six years old? You thought to yourself, and laid down to go to sleep. You did leave a light on in the kitchen, however.

The night passed quietly, though sleep was difficult to find.  You tossed and turned, and what little sleep you did achieve was filled with strange and frightening dreams.  One dream that stood out consisted of you waking to go to the bathroom.  As you passed the room that used to be Lenny’s office on the way to the toilet, you saw him.  He was jogging on his treadmill whistling a happy tune, but he wasn't alive.  As you paused in the doorway his head turned to look at you. He was burned black; one eye stared at you, and the other was burned away. His mouth was twisted into a horrible grin.  For a fleeting moment you wondered how he could whistle with no lips, and then you screamed.  You awoke with a start, and stared at the window for the rest of the night, waiting for the morning light.

The next day you spent the majority of it out of the house.  You drove around and visited some friends, and grabbed a bite to eat at a local diner.  You were avoiding the house, but neither of you would admit it.  When you finally did return just before nightfall, you entered the house trepidatiously, as if something was going to jump out at you.  

You were greeted by Toby, who wagged his tail and seemed very thrilled by your presence, which was comforting.  You found fixings for s’mores in the kitchen, and built a fire in the pit in the backyard.  As you sat at the crackling fire, your eyes were frequently drawn to the house, as if you would see someone walk past the window, or worse- a charred face grinning back at you. Eddie gently teased you for getting yourself “all worked up,” but you could tell he was uneasy too.

After a couple of hours the fire began to die out, and it was getting cold.  You knew you had to go in, but you took your time gathering up all of your things.  As you entered the house from the back door into the kitchen you spotted Toby, who was sitting in the living room at the doorway to the kitchen.  It was the first time he hadn't greeted you at the door.  

"Hey Toby!  C'mere Toby!"  you called.  He wouldn't come.  He didn't growl, he didn't cower, he just stared and wouldn't move.

"That is not like him at all," Eddie said.

"I know," you agreed with building unease. 

You both continued calling to the dog, and after no success Eddie walked over to him.  He took Toby’s collar by hand and gently pulled, speaking to him in a soothing voice, but he resisted.  

He kept looking at you as if he wanted to come because he was a very good boy, but his attention was always drawn back to something else.  Something past you, past the kitchen- toward the end of the house that contained the bathroom and Lenny’s office.  Your mind was frantically trying to determine what would cause this sweet and intelligent dog to refuse to enter a room in his own house, and it freaked you out.

"Toby!  COME!"  you yelled. 

You regretted shouting at the dog the moment you did it because just as you did, Toby lowered his head and practically crawled into the kitchen to your side where he stood with his tail between his legs, whimpering.  You felt sorry for him, but it did nothing to assuage your growing fear.

You apologized to the dog and made your way into the living room, and Toby followed without protest.  Too nervous to go right to bed after the event that had just occurred, you turned on the TV.  Sure enough, after a few minutes it shut off.

"Maybe the TV is old, and there's something wrong with the wiring," Eddie said, though he seemed unconvinced.

"But how do you explain the rest of the weirdness?"

"Dunno.  Maybe Nancy’s right and we're just letting our imaginations get carried away.”

Right after Eddie spoke, a white flash shot past the window.

"Did you see that?" you asked a little too loudly.

"Uh, yeah, I sure did," Eddie replied.

"Probably a white moth reflecting the light from the front porch light."  you said. “Right?”

 "Yeah, that would have had to be a very large moth.”

“But wait.... the front porch is on the other side of the house."

“You’re not helping,” Eddie said, his eyes darting around nervously.

You sat and stared at the windows for a while. After several minutes, it happened again.

“Alright, what the fuck was that??” Eddie said, his voice increasing in timbre.

"Big white moth, remember?" you weren’t sure why you were trying to convince yourself of this when you didn’t really believe it.

"Right.  Big white moth."

Suddenly, right behind your heads on the wall against the sofa you were sitting on, there was a distinctive banging sound. Three distinctive raps, as if someone was pounding with their fist. Thump, thump, thump.

You screamed and Eddie jumped off the couch. The dog barked.  It happened again, but it was louder. THUMP, THUMP, THUMP. Toby barked again, but he wouldn't go investigate as one would expect a dog to do.  He was scared.  So were you.

"What's on the other side of that wall?"  Eddie asked.

"The bedroom!"  you replied.

"We'll go together to see what it is."

"Are you crazy?!?"

"We have to see if someone is messing with us.  What if someone broke in?" Eddie reasoned.

"How dare you use logic at a time like this? Fine. Grab the dog."

As you slowly made your way off the couch and toward the kitchen-- which the bedroom was off of on the left-- you attempted to summon the dog, who would have none of it.

"Forget Toby, he's not coming,"  Eddie said.

As you neared the bedroom door you heard another sound.  

It sounded almost like a tea kettle going off to signify the water is boiling, only it wasn't constant.  It fluctuated, almost like a person rubbing their finger across a freshly washed window.  But it was loud, and it was in the room with you.

You both screamed and abandoned the bedroom inspection, and instead ran toward the bathroom to put some more distance between yourselves and that awful sound.  As you ran past Lenny's study you remembered your nightmare, and squeezed your eyes shut as you hurried by, clutching Eddie’s hand as he guided you toward the bathroom.  

The bathroom was at the far end of the house, directly across the hall from the front door.  As you neared the bathroom you glanced toward the front door, and then a bolt of terror shot up your spine to your scalp, almost paralyzing you in place.

The front door was wide open.

Eddie was clever enough to grab the cordless phone before your flight to the other end of the house, and you locked ourselves in the bathroom.

"The front door is open!  What the fuck? The front door is open!"  you stammered in a panic.

"What?!?"  Well...we have to close it!"

"I'm not leaving this room!"

"Jesus Christ! We can’t just leave the front door open!"

You called Nancy again.  Eddie dialed while you professed your regret– out loud–  to Lenny for interfering with his ashes.  As usual, Nancy was not impressed.  She said you were just being silly and needed to knock it off.  Next, Eddie called Steve, who was more appropriately concerned and agreed to come right over, but he lived twenty minutes away.  So you waited.

Nothing seemed to happen while you were in the bathroom.  Finally after what seemed like an eternity, there was a knock on the bathroom door, making you scream.

"It's just me," Steve’s muffled voice proclaimed from the other side of the door, and you flung it open and practically strangled him with a huge hug. 

"You guys left the front door wide open," he said.  "You shouldn’t do that; it’s unsafe!" 

For the remainder of the week you took care of the feeding and watering duties by arriving solely to do so, and then leaving as soon as you were done.  You and Eddie were in agreement that you would not be spending another night in that place.  

You told Pam about it, and she said that the strange behavior didn't seem like Lenny at all, but surmised that perhaps he was just trying to get your attention for some reason. Everyone’s heard the stories about people who die sudden deaths feeling confused and unable to move on; perhaps that was the case here.  Maybe it wasn't Lenny at all, but something more malicious.  You tried not to think about it too much.

Six months later, Pam dreamed of Lenny.  In the dream Lenny was standing on a beach waving to Pam.  She tried to run to him, but no matter how much she ran she couldn't catch up with him.  She then realized with a stab of profound sadness that Lenny wasn't really trying to greet her, but he was actually saying goodbye.  

He then turned and walked away from her, while Pam stood and watched. Once Lenny was out of sight, she felt a deep sense of relief.  She never dreamed of him again.

A few months later the house burned down.

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[leasstories]

Lea’s advent calendar day 4 - Mistletoe

@writerthreads writing prompt for Christmas (2022), prompt 30:

["Stop trying to get me under the mistletoe!"]

Eddie x Gn!reader

No trigger warning

WC: ≈0,7K

December 25th, 1986

As soon as you arrived under Steve’s porch, you looked at your boyfriend and said. “Eds. Look at the mistletoe.” Hoping that he would get the hint, Eddie didn’t or pretended he didn’t and came into the house. You were greeted by everyone as Eddie and you were the last one to arrive.

You spent the night having fun with your friends but also plotting in your head how to get Eddie under the mistletoe.

You tried the entire night, sending me inside to grab you a beer, leading him under the mistletoe, but Eddie always seems to avoid being right under the mistletoe, and even more when you’re next to him.

At some point, the all gang was sat on the ground in Steve’s living room. It was a game of truth or dare. Robin, who knows all about your situation asks you “So YN, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” you answer. And Robin knew damn well that you would answer truth, you hate doing dares, and you would hate to be forced to kiss someone else than your boyfriend.

“What is one of your hidden romantic fantasy?” Robin asks, smiling big.

You look at her with a look that could definitely kill. You pretend to think about it and then you get up, you turn towards the door and earnestly answers. “I’ve always dreamt to kiss someone under the mistletoe.”

Eddie look at you with a facial expression meaning seriously? Everyone turn towards Eddie, expectant but Eddie gets up, crosses his arms and says “nope. Never gonna happen.”

“We’ll see” Nancy smirks.

Eddie does feel a bit guilty for not being able to fulfill one of your daydream. But it’s a big nope for him. He finds it to conformist and too cheesy to his taste. Not that he doesn’t happen to be cheesy around you, but this, this is where he draws the line.

The game keeps going for hours, and when it’s time to leave, and Eddie and you are both on the porch, you walk arms in arms and you try to get Eddie under the mistletoe. This time it’s too much for Eddie and he decides to speak up . “Stop trying to get me under the mistletoe!” He says.

You look at him with doe wet eyes. You’re a very sensitive person, and you usually Eddie tries to be less blunt with you than everyone else, but not this time. You start leaving Steve’s porch without him. Eddie realizes his mistake and runs after you.

“Hey sweetheart, please wait up.” He pleads.

You don’t listen to him, and when you’re passing by his van without stopping he realizes how bad it hurt you.

“Let’s do it!” Eddie screams in the dark.

It makes you freeze in your track and you slowly turn around. Eddie catches up with you, cups your face and see the doubt in your face.

“If it’s really important to you, then, let’s do it. I want my baby to be happy, ‘ts all” Eddie earnestly tell you. And that’s how, hand in hand, you go to Steve’s porch, place yourselves under the mistletoe and Eddie gives you the gentlest kiss ever. First he cups you cheeks, before slowly approaching his lips to yours and he kiss you gently, conveying all of the love he has for you in this kiss.

As soon as you part, you both realize it’s snowing and you giggle. “Thank you Eds, I feel like I’m in the middle of one of those Christmas romance books.” You tell him. Eddie kisses you once more, before answering. “Even if it goes under my very own personal anti-conformist Munson doctrine, I’d do everything to make you happy.”

[billyhargrovesslut]

Freaky Love

Willing Eddie Munson x yandere reader

Prt 1. Prt 2

Summary: it's been afew months and eddie has been amazing and willing anything to please the girl he loves.

Warning: kitchen sex, breeding talk, orgasim denial

Yn pov

Eddie couldn't be more amazing it's been a few weeks since I let him out the basement and he doesn't go anywhere near the front door and only leaves the house when I'm with him out the back so he can get some fresh air, I'm so glad that I fell in love with him

I hummed swaying my hips to the rhythm of the tones softly playing from my phone I was making eddie a nice breakfast as a present for being so good I knew what he like but I just wanted to make sure he enjoyed it so I made a bit of everything French toast, pancakes, bacon and fruit salad and even had his favorite cereal on the side

"Done" I breathed out a side of relief setting the last plate onto the counter I bit my lip as I made my way to my bedroom where he was sleeping and silently creeped into the room I stared at him the morning sun peaked through the curtains the light streaming onto his shirtless body the duvets were pulled back exposing his upper body and little bit of his boxers he wore to bed

I slowly walked to the bed and climbed onto it silently crawling to him "wakey wakey" I murmured sitting on you of him but he wasn't even fazed "eddie" I said poking his cheek but still nothing "eddie eddie eddie eddie" I repeated shaking him awake "I'm up I'm up" he murmured grabbing my hands "finally" I grinned

He gave me a sheepish smile before bringing me down to him "why did you wake me up" he whined hugging me closely "well I have a surprise well two actually" I giggled as he turned us around so he was at the top "what is it" he asked sitting up excitedly like a child on christmas day "come on" I nodded towards the door making him scrambled off of me and help me up

He was giddy as I lead him to the kitchen "surprise" I smiled stepping aside showing of the banquet breakfast I made him "babe wow" his mouth hung open as he approached the full counter of food he's eyes scanning everything with delight "I don't know what to say" he murmured his eye flicking between me and the food

"Help yourself" I giggled handing him a plate he quickly started piling stuff up onto his plate "what are you doing" I laughed "I call it a frenchcake" he said making his way over to the table it was made of one piece of french toast at the bottom then bacon then a pancake then a scoop full of fruit salad then another pancake I raised my brow as he drizzled syrup all over the top

I rolled my eyes while smiling at his behavior before grabbing a portion of what I wanted and sat next to him at the table and he was already half done "wow slow down there tiger your gonna get a stomach ache" I laughed taking a bite of my food "you didn't tell me to slow down last night" I choked on my food as he mentioned the night before with a mouth full of food

A dark blush rose to my cheeks as I stared at him "that's different" I murmured he leaned over to me and whispered "yea you taste better" I think I would've fainted if he came any closer the teasing in his voice just made me want to curl up and die, I opened up my mouth to speak but all that came out was a squeak

Flashes of the night before filled my head, the tugging and pulling of eddies hair while his tongue was in between my legs and his hard thrusts into me sending the head board of my bed into the wall

My blush spread all over my face probly making me look like a red tomato "shut up" I murmured and continued to eat my food in silence and when we were done I took both of our plates to the kitchen and slowly started to pack them in the dishwasher I bent over loading up the bottom shelves "dam I like that ass" eddie chuckled I looked at him not amused as he leaned up against the doorframe

I rolled my eyes with a slit smile on my lips as I went back to what I was doing and gasped as I felt eddie grab my hips pressing his bulging crotch against my ass "eddie" I whined pushing myself back into him "oh baby" he grinned bring one of his hands down hard on my ass sending a shudder up my body

I stood up as he pulled me away from the dishwasher and pushed me up against the island his body up against mine his arms trapped me against the counter as he stared at my body up and down "God I just want to fuck you" he growled "then do it" I teased and gasped as he smashed his lips against mine

His hands roughly grabbing and tearing my clothes off "fuck yn" he groaned as he moved his lips from my lips to my neck sucking and nibbling as he slowly took off his own clothes he hoisted me onto the counter as his hands traveled up and down my body "thank you for my lovely gift" he said against my skin

"Now let me show you how great full I am" he murmured slowly sinking down to his knees becoming the same height as my core "eddie" I moaned tilting my head back while still gazing down at him he innocently looked up at me as he moved his head towards my body

He stuck out his tongue licking my slit up and down "fuck" I whined my hand grabbing his hair pushing him more in my pussy "yes just like that baby" he said muffled against my skin as his hands made their way to my thighs grabbing and scratching them as he sucked on my clit

I threw my head back as I started to near my climax my moans went higher "i-im gonna c-cum" I squealed closing my eyes tightly but right before I could cum he pulled away with a mischievous smile causing me to whine and plead for him "nah uh the only way your cumming is on my cock" he grinned evilly gesturing down to his throbbing cock as he stood up

My eyes eagerly watching as he positioned himself infront of my entrance "beg" he growled into my ear making goosebumps to arise over my skin "please eddie" I pleaded moving my head back so I can look at him batting my eyelashes at him in a pleading manner "fuck you look cute" he smirked biting his lip as he grabbed my hips thrusting his throbbing cock inside "fuck" we both moaned

His thrusts were slow and rhythmic as we kissed eachothers lips like it was the last time our lips molding into eachother like two perfect puzzle pieces our lips muffling eachothers moans "eddie" I whined as my hands threaded into his hair slightly tugging with each thrust "faster" I begged his slow movements slowly started driving me insane

He groaned in response and slowly started to speed up his thrusts his cock reaching all the right places while his hands traveled down and started rubbing my clit making my breath hitch, eddie pulled away smiling in triumph "do you like that baby" he said staring at me with hunger

All I could so was moan out response "but wouldn't it better if I breed you" he whispered darkly my eyes widen in surprise but quickly went soft with eagerness I nodded my head eagerly "please" I whined the tight knot feeling started coming back again

"Uh fuck babe are you gonna cum your squeezing me so tightly" eddie panted as he fasten his pace "please" I cried out desperately wanting to cum I leaned back onto the counter moaning out helplessly "ah I get so horny thinking about you, I've been thinking about it for a while now" eddie breathed out

His fingers circled my clit ever so gently, teasing me "all the times I just wanted to bend you over and fuck you senseless and full of my cum" he groaned as his eyes rolled due to the pleasure "are you gonna cum baby" he asked staring down at me "yes" I squealed wrapping my legs around him tightly

We squealed and moaned as we both cam his cum shooting deeply inside me making my eyes roll back at the feel I slowly rose up settling on my elbows as I stared up at him he leaned for staring straight into my eyes before say

"even if it takes forever I'll fucking pound my cum into you till your pregnant".

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

How is September already?! Let's not dwell on that, instead, focus on these fabulous writers and stories I had the pleasure of reading throughout August 🌻

As always, the majority of these stories contain 18+ content, please check all warnings, you are responsible for your own media consumption. Please make sure you reblog these stories and give the writers the love they deserve 🩷

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[toomanyfandomsimfanvergent]

eddie munson x reader

'Im his fucking wife'

It was senior year of highschool. Eddie's first of many. A couple of the hellfire boys watch as Eddie stares at the new girl.

She has curly dark brown hair. Wearing eyeliner and dark red lipstick, ripped black jeans and a Iron Maiden band shirt.

She has many skull and black styled rings, layered necklaces and dagger earrings.

He watches her approach them.

"This seat taken," she asks.

Eddie stutters a response before Jeff, "It's not if you want to sit,"

"God this school is full of pricks," she complains.

"That carver kid, he is a fucking, junior and acts like he owns the place. " Eddie watches with intent eyes as yn bitches about the jocks and cheerleaders.

"Have a staring problem munson," yn teases. He had been staring at her new earrings they were Skelton's.

She had sat with him for over a month .

"Eddie, you me Saturday night I can pick you up,"

"Yes," he rambles looking dumb strcuk.

**

"You have a girlfriend," Dustin asks.

"Why don't you guys believe me," Eddie asks.

"You showed us her yearbook photo. There's no way," Mike says.

They watch dumbstruck as you waltz into the room. Black jeans and Hell fire tee shirt hugging your curves as you sit on Eddie's lap

"Hey, princess," he says kissing your cheek.

"I haven't seen you in three months and that is how I am greeted," you grab his face and press your lips to his and you hear collective groans around the table.

"Stop complaining," you hiss before stealing another kiss.

"Eddie actually has a girlfriend," Dustin asks.

"He told you that," you ask glaring daggers.

"I'm not his girlfriend," the boys glare at Eddie, "I'm his fucking wife. My name is Yn, Yn Munson,"

Jaws hit the floor as you leave , saying for him to meet you later.

You didn't want to deal with the questions and Eddie had some explaining to do

[battybubs]

Eddie’s Boy

IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE: This is a story written specifically for male readers. If you are a female or feminine aligned person, please do not interact with this post.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Male! Reader

Type: Romantic (implied)

Warning(s): slight swearing?, slight mention of injury/bullying

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Y/n, no one knew much about him. A quiet boy who was alone the majority of the time. That’s how most people would describe him if asked. The boy would often be seen with headphones on, drawing or reading, with a far off look in his eyes. If you were able to get close enough without spooking him, you might hear quiet metal music playing from his headphones. 

Eddie “the freak” Munson, everyone knew too much and too little about him at the same time. He was the exact opposite of Y/n, loud and outgoing, and usually found with at least two different members of the “Hellfire Club”. Most people in Hawkins believed him to be a satanic cult leader, but really he was just a big cuddly dork who liked to play a fantasy game. 

Why would these two even be grouped together? No one could confidently answer that question. However if you asked them the one thing that angered the seemingly laid back “freak” beyond belief, they would all say the same thing. “Messing with Yn.”

If anyone so much as looked at the boy wrong, Eddie would be on their ass. They wouldn’t hear the end of it until they apologized and promised to never even think about him again. A strange reaction from the metal head to be sure, since they were rarely seen together. 

The key word being “rarely”. Whenever Y/n wasn’t alone, Eddie could be seen following him like a lost puppy. Talking his ear off about the music playing from the boy’s headphones, asking about the pins on his jacket, complimenting his new drawings, telling him about how the book he was reading ended, even before the poor boy had finished the story. Trying practically anything he could to get Y/n to talk.

After weeks of persistence, Y/n eventually gave in, pulling off his headset and resting it around his neck before starting small talk with Eddie. Every day following, Y/n was hardly seen alone. Anyone who saw him would see the dark curls of Eddie Munson bouncing as he walked closely behind. And before long, Eddie was dragging Y/n into his club. 

The quiet boy would be seen wearing his Hellfire shirt still avoiding people as always, little had changed except he now had to actively avoid talking to the small group of people that the freak had dragged him into. 

It wasn’t long before rumors began to spread about Y/n. He was the newest freak, and thus the newest target of Jason and his goons. Luckily that was shut down just as quickly as it had started up. When he showed up to school with a busted lip and a cut on his face, Eddie wasted no time finding Jason and discussing the issue. 

The residents of Hawkins didn’t know much about the quiet boy, but if nothing else, the knew one thing. Y/n was Eddie’s boy.

[ameliora-j]

— cherry chapstick 𐐪𐑂 stepdad!eddie

𐐪𐑂 summary → your stepdad knows that he shouldn’t feel the way that he does about you. but how can something that’s so wrong, feel so right when it’s happening?

𐐪𐑂 content → darkfic, dark!eddie munson, housewife kink, stepdad!eddie munson, stepcest, infidelity kink, innocence kink, corruption kink, daddy kink, size kink, virginity kink, cigarettes, alcohol, dacryphilia, masturbation mention (m and f receiving), kind of an oc but written in second person, only one small descriptor of reader’s body, reader is much smaller than eddie, cnc, somnophilia—eddie peeks at reader’s pussy while she’s sleeping, extreme mutual pining, perv!eddie, cumming in panties, dubcon if you squint, but the acts are very much consensual, literally just filth, 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

𐐪𐑂 words → 3.26k

part two

it was wrong, the way that eddie thought about you. it was downright sinful. possibly illegal, depending on what state you’re in. he shouldn’t imagine your cherry lips wrapped around his cock while he strokes himself to finish. shouldn’t think about the way you sound when he fingers you open. shouldn’t imagine how you touch yourself late at night. shouldn’t picture what you’re hiding under those cute little skirts you’ve always got on. and he definitely shouldn’t imagine it’s your cunt wrapped around his thick length instead of your mom’s late at night.

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ

his pants tightened when you called his name. when you gave him that innocent look as you asked him a simple question. when you needed him to do simple tasks for you because you couldn’t do them yourself. eddie just wanted to wrap you up in a pretty bow and keep you in his pocket forever. 

his pants tightened when you called his name. when you gave him that innocent look as you asked him a simple question. when you needed him to do simple tasks for you because you couldn’t do them yourself. eddie just wanted to wrap you up in a pretty bow and keep you in his pocket forever. 

his pants tightened when you called his name. when you gave him that innocent look as you asked him a simple question. when you needed him to do simple tasks for you because you couldn’t do them yourself. eddie just wanted to wrap you up in a pretty bow and keep you in his pocket forever. 

you skipped into the garage, eddie was laid under his pickup truck as you knocked twice. “daddy?” you called out softly. he slid out from under the car and smiled up at you. 

“hi there lemon drop” he grinned widely, winking up at you. “whatcha need?” he asked. 

“wanted to ask what you want for dinner” you smiled a bright, innocent smile. one that made his pants impossibly tighter. “mom’s gone on another business trip, so it’s just us this week” you told him, picking at your nails. 

he hummed softly as he thought. “how about we order a pizza?” he asked, shooting a charming grin your way. 

“no no no” you shook your head, furrowing your brows as you frowned. “just cus mom’s not home doesn’t mean i’ll let you go all willy nilly eating fried and greasy foods” you teased, poking at his tummy as he was now standing in front of you. “we can have pizza on friday, but tonight i’m cooking” you nodded definitively. 

eddie smiled adoringly down at you. he hated to admit it, but he loved it when your mom was out of town. you doted on him extra when she was gone. made sure he slept, ate well, and drank enough water. even got him beers and cleaned up after him. he constantly assured you that you didn’t have to, and he could do it for himself. but you’d just giggle, scrunching up your cute little nose and telling him you liked taking care of him. that made eddie’s heart flutter. 

“fine fine, you little bugger” he laughed, ruffling at the top of your hair. “how bout some cheeseburgers yeah? can throw on a veggie burger for yourself, ‘n we’ll do french fries ‘n maybe you can make that salad you do so well baby?” he posed with a smile. 

“anything for you daddy!” you chirped with a wide smile. “need anything before i start dinner?” you asked, tilting your head as you gazed up at him. 

“can you grab me a beer, n my cigarettes and lighter, sweet thing?” he smiled softly. you nodded and skipped off. you grabbed his pack of camels and a can of iron city. you went back out to the garage, cracking open the beer and holding the cigarette box out to him. 

“thank you sweet thing” he half smiled as the cigarette hung from his lip. he lit it up and took a drag, kissing your head before exhaling, and allowing you to skip back off to the kitchen. 

 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 

just as eddie asked, you made burgers, french fries, and a blt vinaigrette salad. you kept the bacon bits on the side, however, as you did not eat meat. you stepped out into the garage, apron wrapped around your waist, and smiled. “wash up daddy, dinner’s done” you informed him with a small smile. 

eddie’s tip leaked when he caught sight of you. the tight tie of the apron accentuated the curve of your waist perfectly. you’d clearly gotten hot while cooking, as you had a claw clip holding up your hair. your shirt had come off, and your small boobs were curved perfectly at the top of your tank top, nipples hard as he drank you in. you were truly a goddess. and he hated himself for how much he wanted to wreck your tiny body. 

pin you down onto your pretty pink sheets and pound your tight little cunt untill your headboard left a dent in the wall. his mind was flooded with the thought of you. your tight cunt gripping his thick cock. crying for him and telling him it was too much for your little virgin pussy to handle. whining and crying out—“daddy?” your small voice snapped him out of his sinful thoughts. he blinked, and now realized your head was tilted to the side as you looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes. “did you hear me? said wash up for dinner. ‘s ready,” a cute smile spread across your lips, and suddenly eddie felt guilty for the way that he thought about you. you were too innocent for that. he needed to ease you into it. take it slow on your pretty little body.

“yeah, princess. sorry, got distracted for a second” he smiled softly down at you. “go set the table while daddy washes up, hmm?” he asked softly. you nodded as you followed his orders. before skipping off to the kitchen, you left a small kiss to his cheek, edging on the corner of his lips. 

he watched your little ass sway as you walked back into the kitchen. eddie needed a shot. maybe even a therapist. he sighed quietly as he walked up to the bathroom. he washed his hands and splashed some cold water on his face before walking back downstairs. you had the placemats set out, his beer and his plate at his spot, while you had a glass of water at the spot right next to him. 

your hair was out of the clip now, back down your shoulders and the clip was on one of the strings of your tank top. eddie’s cock had been rock hard in his pants since you first walked into the garage. he needed so fucking bad to rub one out, and soon before he burst in his pants. he felt like a teenager again. a horny virgin with no control over his cock. he sat beside you at the table and smiled at you. “it looks amazing, sweetheart” he complimented. 

“thanks daddy” you giggled before digging in. dinner went by relatively silently, eddie only commenting on how good the food was while you thanked him. other than that, no words were exchanged between the two of you. 

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once dinner was finished, eddie helped you clean up the table and do the dishes. “so daddy, my friend was tellin’ me about this movie called dead silence” you began as you dried the dishes while he washed them. “sounds really good n i wanna watch it… think we can rent it on amazon” you offered with a small smile. “o-or we can.. can go to bed” you shrugged nervously when he took a few beats to answer. you didn’t want to bother him. 

“does my little princess want a movie night?” he asked, teasing smirk as he playfully flicked the water at you. you squealed as you giggled, bobbing your head up and down exuberantly. “well if that’s what the princess wants, then that’s what she’ll get!” he decided. “go on and get into your pjs honey. i’ll do the same n we’ll get a nice blanket fort set up right here in the living room, sound good?” he checked. 

you giggled as you nodded once more. you put the dishes away and skipped up to your room. little to eddie’s knowledge, you wanted eddie just as much as—if not more than—he wanted you. you’d wanted him for a while now. he was too young for your mom. too kind and gentle. she didn’t deserve him. eddie deserved the world. he deserved someone who could make him feel good, please him. not someone old fashioned that came home from work and complained about being too tired to blow him or make him feel good. 

all you knew, is that if eddie was your’s, you’d be on your knees for him every night. stuffing your mouth full of that big fat cock that you can see outlined on his sleep shorts. you’d give eddie any hole he wanted. prepare yourself for him. lay spread eagle and naked on the bed when he let you know he had a tough day at work. you’d give eddie your body, and let him fuck him like he owned it. 

sure, you were a virgin, but you watched enough twitter porn to know what you liked. when you were humping the jumbo avocado toast squishmallow he’d bought you for christmas. or even that cute bunny teddy he’d got you on his way home from work one time. the little pink button nose felt so good against your needy little clit. and you’d hump and hump untill you’re little cunt was so overstimulated that you were crying, and your cute little bunny was soaked in your cum. you always felt bad after, and asked eddie to wash it for you. and you wondered if he knew what you did with that pretty pink bunny he bought you. 

you’d made it your mission to get eddie to fuck you while your mom was on this business trip. you had at least two weeks to tease him until he was practically on his knees begging to fuck you. and you’d give it to him. in any hole that he wanted. 

you changed into your little satin pink short and crop top set, brushed your hair back into a ponytail and skipped back downstairs. your “innocent” smile was one of triumph when you saw eddie eyeing your legs. eyes glazing over your body. he wore a pair of basketball shorts, and you caught the outline of his thick cock hardening as you eyed his chest. you loved movie nights with eddie. he was shirtless, allowing your eyes to travel all along the small tattoos littered on his upper half. 

“ready daddy?” you asked softly, gesturing to the fort he’d set up on the couch. 

“ready princess” he nodded. you squeaked in blitheness, and rushed over to the fort. you had your pink bunny in your hands, setting him atop your lap as you got cozy on your end of the couch. eddie sat across from you on the other couch cushion, the movie had already been rented, the popcorn and drinks set out and the fairy lights around the fort were on. once the two of you had gotten comfortable, he pressed play on the movie. 

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when your friend told you about the movie, they failed to mention how scary it was. you had been nervously inching towards eddie as the movie progressed. “you okay princess?” eddie asked when he felt your body heat up against his arm. 

“it’s scary…” you whispered shyly. eddie softened a bit. he opened his arms, inviting you to curl into him so you could hide behind him at all the scary bits. you welcomed his invitation, curling into his side and allowing him to wrap his arm tightly around you as you set the bowl of popcorn on his lap. you were comfortable against him, thinking about how much you could get used to the feeling of being wrapped in your daddy’s arms. you hid behind his arm at all the jump scares, trying your hardest not to cry, up untill the movie was over.

“you gonna be okay to go to bed honey?” he asked as he looked over at you sympathetically. 

“yeah daddy” you smiled softly. “goodnight. i love you” you whispered, leaning up on your tiptoes and kissing his cheek. 

“goodnight my sweet princess, i love you too” he kissed your forehead and rubbed your hair, watching as you skipped off to bed before beginning to clean up the living room. 

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the night was terrible. you’d been tossing and turning for upwards of three hours now and still no luck. every time you closed your eyes, you saw the horrible image of that horrible doll. you gave up with a soft sniffle and stood from the bed. now, only dressed in a pair of pink cotton panties and a two-sizes-too-big shirt. you sniffled once more, tears pricking your eyes as you knocked on your mom’s bedroom door. “daddy?” you called softly. 

“shit!” eddie cursed. behind the door, he had his ringed hand wrapped tightly around his big cock, leaking with precum as he stroked it to the image of your lips wrapped around him. “give me a second princess!” he called. 

he was quick to pull his boxers up over his hips and rush to open the door. he drunk in your appearance, cock leaking even more, producing a small wet patch on his boxers. he took a deep breath, clearing his throat as he collected himself. he wished with all his might that he could say that the sight of your tears made his boner go down, but in fact it made him harder. “can’t sleep” you pouted up at him. 

“oh princess” he frowned. “movie was too scary?” he asked softly. 

“yeah daddy” you sniffled. 

“oh c’mere princess, wanna cuddle in with me tonight?” he whispered. you nodded quickly and bustled your way in. you snuggled deep beneath the sheets, on his side of the bed so that you were fully engulfed in his scent. he chuckled at you, but couldn’t deny how pretty you looked underneath his sheets like that. 

he closed the door and climbed into bed with you, pulling you close to his chest and rubbing your back. “daddy’s got ya baby” he hummed, kissing your head softly. “daddy’s right here” he nodded. 

“thanks daddy” you whispered as you snuggled up to him. “love you so much” you whispered. 

“i love you too, my sweet princess” he whispered, wrapping a tattooed arm around your waist. 

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eddie was able to hold off untill he heard your soft snores emitting from your mouth. he tried everything to make the painful boner go down. thought of every dark and disgusting thought. but nothing worked when you were cuddled so close to him, and he could smell your sweet cherry shampoo as you breathed slowly atop his chest.

eddie shook his head, groaning as you rolled off of him with a soft whimper. the sound you emit made his cock head seep with precum. he couldn’t handle it any longer. he climbed out of bed, instead kneeling on the floor beside it as to not wake you with his movements along his thick cock. 

he pulled his boxers off and looked down at his cock. he cursed at the swollen red tip and spit down onto it. eddie watched as the spit dribbled, from his mushroom tip down to his heavy ball sack. “shit” he cursed quietly as he squeezed at the base. he imagined your lips wrapping around him as he began to stroke his cock. his eyes squeezed shut as he twisted his wrist around the base. 

“take that fuckin cock” he grunted. he pictured you beneath him. sucking his balls sloppily, coating them all up in your saliva while he stroked his cock over your face. eddie loved nasty sex, and he just didn’t get that with your mom. he knew that if it were you, he’d be able to mold you into the perfect pretty little sex doll for him. “you’re so fuckin good to me. perfect little cockslut. i love the way you choke on this big dick” he grunted. 

he couldn’t help but start to fuck his fist. the combination of his saliva and precum making it a thick hole. he froze, squeezing the base when you stirred and whimpered quietly. he cursed himself as he turned to look at you, biting his lip so harshly he tasted blood. his eyes rolled as he caught sight of you. your legs spread, pretty cotton panties on display. he saw the outline of your gorgeous, bare shaven cunt. he saw your swollen little button poking at the apex of your cunt, and a dark wet patch decorated the center. 

“jesus fuck” he cursed softly. the sight caused him to stroke faster. “shit you’re so fuckin gorgeous” he whispered, squeezing his mushroom tip as his thumb ran over the angry vein pulsing on the side of his cock. he bit his lip softly as he climbed onto the bed. he stroked his cock as he looked down at you. “i’m so sorry,” he whispered softly. his jaw dropped as he pulled the band of your panties back. the second he got a peek at your freshly shaven mound, he was spilling all over you. 

his breaths were heavy as he came all over your little panties. “shit shit shit, sorry” he cursed, panting heavily as he came down from his high. he bit his lip as he drank you in. the pearly liquid of his cum sticking to your little mound, dripping down to your swollen little clit. he couldn’t help but leave a kiss to your hip. he pulled your panties back up snug on your hips and fixed your shirt. 

“i’m so fucking sorry sweetheart” he whispered, pulling you to his chest. unbeknownst to eddie, you’d been awake for the entire ordeal. you hummed softly as you turned into him, snuggling closely to his chest. 

“it’s alright daddy” you whispered, hugging him tightly as a smile graced your face. you felt eddie’s body stiffen under you. “liked it a lot. thank you for givin’ me your cum” you whispered before contently falling asleep snuggled into his chest. the sticky warm feeling of his cum pressed up against your mound providing you with a strange sense of comfort. 

so yeah… your stepdad was positively fucked for you. and he couldn’t wait to spend two weeks alone in the house with you while your mother was gone.

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"It's Okay."

"Hey....YN..."

You faintly heard him as he looked over at you, blood on the corner of his mouth as you were reaching for him. Lying on the ground in some cold, dark place. It was your hometown but everything was off. It was wrong. A dark blue washed over the world while red lightning flashed overhead. Horrible, horrible creatures flew around you as you reached for him. Screaming, crying, calling out his name as your fingers could almost touch his.

"YN...It's okay..." You heard him mumble low over the swarm of hellish batlike creatures. You went to touch his hands and you couldn't feel it...You couldn't feel the love of your life in his final moments. You couldn't comfort him as he gargled on his last breaths of air.

"YN...Wake up...YN!"

You heard him yell sharply while being shook. You jerked up, flailing in a fit. The sheets wrapping around you as you threw yourself backwards against the wall/headboard.

"Woah! Woah, woah, woah. Hey It's me, Honey. You're okay." Eddie held up his hands, his voice straining to stay monotoned. His hair messier than it even was day to day, a loose fitting Megadeath band t shirt on and a pair of red shorts on for sleep clothes. His big brown eyes stared at you, mouth parted as his brows rose up in concern.

It took you a second to realize you were in your bed together. That you were dreaming and the nightmare you had of him wasn't real...It was all in your head.

"Hey, you're alright." He muttured before a slight smirk tried to pull at his full lips. "Must've uh...Must've been some nightmare. You were yelling in your sleep...Was it the giant spider chasing you downtown again?" He tried joking but lost his smirk completely as you whimpered in response.

You retreated into yourself. Gripping your arms as your lower lip wobbled. "Eddie, it was awful...I...I can't-" You tried to keep in the sobs. All of it was entirely too real to just toss aside as 'just a bad dream'.

He didn't hesitate to crawl over towards you and gently pull you towards him. You flung yourself onto him, sobbing hard into his shirt. Your fingers combed into his hair as the other gripped his shirt till your knuckles ached.

"YN..." He whined, holding you close to him as he buried his face into your shoulder. "You're okay, no one's gonna hurt you on my watch. It was just a dream."

You furiously shook your head as you tried explaining in-between sobs. "It's not me!...It was...You! Bats were everywhere and blood and the sky was red with lightning and-"

"Huh. Sounds pretty metal, actually."

"Well, it wasn't!....You were dying. You were on the ground bleeding out!... You were dying and I couldn't help you...I...I...was so scared I lost you for real, Ed's."

You felt him ease back to look at you, cupping your face in his hands with a confused look. "Me?"

You sniffed hard and nodded. His thumb instinctively brushed against your cheek to catch a stray tear as you talked. "Yes! Eddie, it was horrible. You died...God, you freaking died-" You cut yourself off with a sob as he eyed you curiously, a tender look in his eyes that softened with each second.

"You're actually crying over...Me? Seriously, Me? You're that upset over me dying in a nightmare?"

You glared at him, your voice raising. "Yes!"

He stared at you long and hard as you stared back. Your hands gripped his wrist as he cupped your face.

"I'm serious. I never, EVER want to experience that ever again...If I lost you, Eddie..."

Your sobs quieting to sniffles and whimpers. He tilted his head as a slow, thoughtful smile graced his face. It grew till it became a full grin he looked down to hide it. A light disbelieving huff escaped him as he gazed back up at you. His brown eyes twinkled in the dim lighting of the otherwise dark room, a tender smile replacing his grin.

"YN. Only you would be getting so sentimental over the freak-"

"Stop. I told you, I don't like you calling yourself that." You scolded, giving him a pout as he smiled at you.

"My apologies." He leaned forward to look deeply in your eyes. "You...Are an absolute Sweetheart. You know that?" He cooed before leaning forward to plant a kiss on your forehead, wrapping you up in his arms for a tight hug. "It's okay. I'm in one piece, YN. You think bats could kill Eddie Munson?" He chuckled, peppering your head with kisses.

"They were demon looking bats."

"Well, at least I went out in style."

"Not funny." You mumbled against him as you felt his chest rumble with chuckle as he nuzzled your hair roughly with his nose before pulling you sideways to lay back down in bed with him.

He held you close, nose to nose as he gazed into your eyes. "It was all a bad dream. I'm not going anywhere...You're stuck with me." He gave with a teasing whisper.

You leaned forward and kissed his lips before nestling into him more. Your tears finally drying as you felt his arms securely around you and his warmth enveloping you.

"Good. I love you too much not to be." You gave as he pulled the covers over you both again.

He sighed blissfully, hands pulling you so close. "I love you too."