#dark!eddiexreader

[singmyaubade]

you're sick

| sypnosis: eddie has non-stop bullied you since your freshman year and it certainly won't stop as you approach into your senior year.

| who doesn't love a little evil?

| bully!eddie x y/n

| warning: contains NONCON, pure smut, violence, etc..

before you read, this does feature NONCON/RAPE, i am not responsible for what you read further on !

you walked through the hallway, your green skirt with striped white lines at the bottom, flowing side to side and your green vest shown, clearly identifying you as a cheerleader.

from far away, you looked as if you were simply fine and perfect in your natural light but if anyone looked very deep, they would clearly realize something was wrong.

and the something that was wrong?

eddie munson.

he had been terrorizing you since your freshman year and never failed to make you feel worse about yourself.

he would push you, trip you, make you cry if it meant that you would get upset.

you had tried everything to get him to leave you alone but he never seems to quit, you disliked him in every way.

you didn't find a single thing to like about him.

but back to reality,

"y/n!" your friend, chrissy cunningham, coming over to you with a smile.

"chrissy!" you smiled at her as chrissy walked along side of you.

"okay so here me out, i got jason's friend who's name is jack who would love to go on a date with you." she squeaked.

you sighed, "chrissy, i do not need that at the moment."

she frowned, "it's our final year and you still refuse to go on a date with any of the guys."

you rolled your eyes, "they are all tools that don't deserve all this." you did a little turn, showing off your figure, bumping into someone.

"oh im so-" you looked up to see the man you hated the most but also feared, "i'm really sorry eddie." you apologized, not wanting any punishment.

he smirked, passing by you without saying anything, "what was that?" chrissy asked, smiling.

"nothing, just an accident." you gave an innocent smile but little did chrissy know, it goes farther than that.

the bell rang as you went to sit down in front of eddie as you always did.

"hi slut." eddie whispered in your ear, causing shivers down your back as you ignored him, "don't ignore me, you will only make it worse on yourself."

"what do you want eddie?" you sighed, still facing forward.

"what's with the attitude, you act as if i can't say hi these days, i'm quite hurt y/n." he fake frowned.

you grew visibly annoyed, "i don't wanna play your games eddie."

he smirked, "whatever princess wants."

you looked confused as to why eddie is leaving you alone but you consider it luck today.

the teacher called you up to write an equation which you do with ease. as you headed back to your seat, eddie had a huge smile on his face, it was dark. you knew he was up to something but you couldn't place your finger on it.

the bell rang as you packed up your textbooks and stood, going as you tripped over eddie's leg which was purposely put out.

you didn't even wanna entertain him so you continued exiting the classroom.

you heard him chasing after you, "y/n!"

you quickly exited the classroom, ready to go to lunch as he gripped your hand painfully, "let go of me." you looked at him angrily.

"have you forgotten who the fuck you are talking to?" he whispered in your ear angrily.

you scoffed at his cockiness, "i don't talk to man-children who play a child's game." you took back your hand, "but maybe i'll talk to you with respect when you stop hanging out with freshman, you fucking freak." you spat at him, "i would also recommend getting out of highschool before you get over the legal drinking age, asshole."

you had never seen him so angry but you were sick of the abuse, you exited the classroom to walk with your cheer friends.

you were glad that it was a friday so you would be prepared for the repercussions of your actions.

after you walked with your cheer friends, you waved goodbye, heading home.

thankfully the walk was only five minutes and took you no time. you were glad to head home because you kept feeling anxious going home as if someone was following you.

nobody was home due to your parents being on an anniversary trip that they would be back from tomorrow but you just wanted to go straight to sleep anyways.

after eating leftovers, you dressed into pajama shorts and a tanktop, going to sleep.

you were suddenly awoken to your bottoms being pulled off aggressively as you gasped to see eddie, "what the fuck are you doing! get out!" you kicked him but he only restrained you further.

this is when you started to cry, "get off of me!" you tried using your nails to scratch him.

that's when he slapped you, "don't fucking move." he aggressively said, pulling out a knife.

tears were streaming down your face as you stopped moving, scared to death.

he started rubbing your exposed clit, "you fucking insult me and think you are gonna get away with that shit, you stupid fucking bitch." he spat.

he completely ripped of your bottoms now causing you to cry harder, "i'm sorry!" you pleaded with him but you knew he wouldn't listen.

he started unbuckling his belt as you tried crawling across the bed to go but he grabbed onto your legs, "you really are fucking stubborn."

he turned you over so that your legs were spread as he went in between you and positioned himself in the middle of you, choking you.

"i should've killed you for what you said today but i should fuck the disrespect out of you instead." he whispered, letting go of you as you gasped for air as he cut your tanktop, revealing your breasts.

he stroked himself lightly, lining up with your entrance before pushing himself inside.

you gasped at the pressure, he was stretching you out completely. he started sucking on your nipples as the pleasure hit you harder than ever.

"perfect fucking tits." he bit on your nipple a little bit, making you moan.

he squeezed onto your tit as he sucked on other one, rocking into you.

he pounded into you harder, using his thumb to circle your clit, "so fucking wet and you try to act as if you don't like it." he groaned into your ear as you moaned.

"eddie please, gentle." you begged as the sounds to skin slapping against eachother and moans filled your ears.

"your cunt was made for me, holy shit." he fucked you harder.

at this point, tears were rapidly streaming down your cheeks by the pleasure, "i'm coming." you moaned.

"then do it, you dirty slut." his voice making you come harder.

"fuck." eddie moaned, pulling out of you and coming onto your sheets as your eyes closed.

he couldn't wait to punish you again.

[lovemesomeeddiemunson]

So, he doesn’t photograph well, but here’s my attempt at drawing Siren!Eddie from @bettyfrommars fic, Boyfriend From the Deep.

It’s no secret that this fic lives rent free in my mind, so while I was supposed to be working I drew this up. Boss makes a dollar I make a dime, that’s why I draw sexy merman Eddie on company time.

I’m not super talented at drawing faces (long hair cluttered with ocean debris to the rescue!) or hands (webbed fingers or otherwise) or feet (crude fishing net from the waist down? Check.) or the raw male form, (dorsal fin included) but 😂 😂 he’s there in essence.

I wanted to add color but he’s so pencil smudged it felt hopeless lol.

For full effect, READ. THE. FIC!!! It’s so good.

[eddiemunsons80sbaby]

Dungeon Master

Pairing: EddiexReader

Synopsis: You have been fantasizing about Eddie taking you on his throne and you're done fantasizing. It's time to live it out.

Warnings: explicit language, smut, oral sex, intercourse

You walked into the dark room, flipping the light switch. Eddie would be here soon to begin setting up for his campaign tonight. Glancing around the drama room, your eyes landed on his throne. You walked over, running your hands along the back of the chair. Most people found D&D to be nerdy or satanic, but it really turned you on that your boyfriend was the dungeon master. You had fantasized so many times about him taking you right here, where he took charge. You wanted him to be your master, but you hadn't gathered up the courage to voice it. Eddie was always so sweet and loving. You wanted to see the side of him that came out when he was sitting in this chair. You loved watching him during campaigns, the way he took charge, became confident...even dominant. It sent delicious shivers straight down to your core every single time and you'd decided it was time to do something about it.

"Princess...what are you doing hanging out here all alone?"

You spun around to find Eddie in the doorway, leaning against the frame with one arm. His tongue snuck out, wiggling back and forth as his eyes roamed over every inch of you.

"What is this, sweetheart? Did I miss the memo about this becoming a private school?" he asked, smirking, taking in what you were wearing.

You were wearing a plaid skirt with a white button down shirt. You had left it unbuttoned just enough to reveal the black bra you wore underneath. Around your neck was a tie you had borrowed from your father's closet, hoping Eddie could put it to use for better uses than fashion.

"Well, week after week, I watch you here," you mused, slowly walking around the table, trailing your fingers lightly across the top. "You're so sexy, in charge...dominant..."

"Is that so?" he asked, crossing his arms and tilting his head. "Dominant huh? You made me sound very intimidating."

"I find you very intimidating...master," you respond softly, closing the distance between you and trailing your fingers along his chest as you gaze up at him.

Eddie falters for a moment as your words register before a slow smile pulls at his mouth. One of his hands slides along your back, tangling in your hair.

"Master, huh?" he asks, that sweet smile quickly turning into a wicked one. "I like that. Is this a new game we're playing?"

"Why don't you go sit on your throne so I can worship you like a good little disciple, master?"

"Fuck baby," he growled, crushing your body against his as his lips devoured yours. When he nipped at your bottom lip, you yelped in surprise, shocked at how good that little bit of pain felt.

Eddie moved over to his throne, dropping into it. He opened his arms as if in invitation, his legs spreading wide open. You stood at the other end of the table, watching him with hungry eyes, delighted that the moment you had fantasized about was finally about to come true.

Dropping to the floor, you began to crawl to him on your hands and knees. Eddie's eyes were locked down the front of your shirt as you made your way toward him, swinging your hips slowly with each move of your hands. When you reached him, you rose onto your knees, running your hands along his thighs until you reached his crotch. You palmed him through his jeans and he groaned softly.

"Are you that hungry for my cock, princess?" he asked.

"Yes, I want your cock so much. I want you to fill every part of me," you replied, relishing the satisfied sounds he released, the result of a combination of your touch and you calling him master. He'd clearly fantasized about this just as much as you.

"Then be a good girl and let me fuck that pretty mouth."

Your fingers worked at the button before sliding his jeans and boxers down his legs, releasing his cock. You could see the slickness of pre-cum already on the tip. Gripping him in your hand, you slid your thumb across it before wrapping your lips around him, swirling your tongue around the soft skin.

"I love having your cock in my mouth, master," you moaned before taking his full length down your throat, fighting your gag reflex.

"Oh fuck!" Eddie called out, his head falling back, eyes closing as he placed one hand on the back of your head, bucking his hips to fuck your mouth. "You are so good to your master. That's it baby. Take it all."

You relaxed your throat, allowing him to fuck your mouth until you had to pull away for air. Gasping, you ran your tongue all along the length of him before sliding it along the bottom, tracing the vein there.

"Jesus...such an obedient girl," he whispered.

Replacing your mouth with your hand, you moved your hand quickly along the length of him, lifting his cock up slightly so you could take his balls into your mouth. You gently pulled them in, running your tongue around and sucking with just enough pressure. You were rewarded with him moaning your name, rolling his hips into your touch.

"My turn," he growled and before you knew what was happening, Eddie had lifted you and placed you on the table in front of him. He lifted your skirt, slid your panties to the side, and buried his face between your legs. You whimpered, his hand coming to your chest, pushing you until you were laying. "Jesus baby, I love this pussy."

"Oh my god..." you groaned, arching your back but his hand on your stomach continued to pin you to the table. His tongue slid along one side of your clit and down the other before flicking it directly. Again and again, he continued this torture that had you writhing on the tabletop. "Master, that's so good...don't stop...please don't stop."

"I wasn't planning on it sweetheart," he mumbled against you as two fingers made their way into your entrance, curling up to hit your walls as his tongue continued sending you into a frenzy of pleasure.

You felt your orgasm building, your body trembling under his touch. Your hands slapped the table as you screamed his name, riding your release like a tidal wave crashing down over you.

"Goddamn, I want to fuck you right on this throne," Eddie snarled, snatching your panties off of you. He grabbed you, pulling you down the table so you were resting against the edge, your legs tossed over either arm of the chair. With one hand, he gripped his cock, the other tightly clutching your hip as he guided you down on top of him. You sighed at the feeling of him entering you, every inch of him consumed by your warmth.

Eddie's hands grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. He began thrusting up into you, one of his hands gripping the tie just how you hoped, pulling with just enough pressure to keep you where he wanted you without cutting off your air. The pressure built inside you again at his show of dominance.

You gripped the table with your hands, the edge of it digging into your low back. You might be bruised tomorrow but it would be so worth it. Eddie slammed himself into you over and over, sending your body back into the table with enough force that it began rocking.

"You love it rough, don't you, you dirty little girl?" he hissed.

"Yes...yes..." you groaned, struggling to form words as he relentlessly pounded into you over and over. "I love when you fuck me hard, Master. Yes Master! Fuck me harder!"

Eddie let out a rumble of pleasure, his hand pulling at the tie a little bit harder as his mouth descended on your breasts. He pulled your nipple into his mouth, sucking hard before nipping it. You squealed in delicious surprise. His mouth continued to travel, nipping along your collarbone and your breasts.

"Who's your master?" he purred against your skin.

"You are..." you gasped, struggling to get it past your lips with his hand tightening on your throat.

"That's my good girl," he replied. His hand let go of the tie, both of them gripping your hips as he thrust up into you violently. You gripped his shoulders, your hand sliding down his back, nails raking the flesh as you went and he hissed.

"Master...fuck, you feel so good," you moaned.

Eddie's hand rose to your breast, twisting your nipple roughly and your head fell forward, your teeth sinking into his shoulder to muffle your scream.

"Mmm...yes baby, you like that don't you? You want more?"

"Yes...please..."

Eddie twisted your nipple again as his hips continued to plunge upward, his cock driving in deeply, hitting the perfect places each time and sending you closer to the edge. HIs hand left your breast, traveling down your body until he reached your clit. His fingers pinched it and you didn't muffle your scream this time. You couldn't.

"Cum for your master," he rumbled, flicking your clit and Jesus, it hurt so good.

"Oh shit...I'm so close..." you whimpered, his fingers alternating between flicking, pinching, and circling while his hips continued their persistent assault. "Yes master...yes...oh fuck!"

A stream of curses flew from your mouth as your body was completely ravaged by your second orgasm. The entire room blurred around you, a wave of dizziness overcoming you as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through you. Your body violently shook as Eddie continued pounding into you.

Your body felt completely raw, every sensation heightened from the powerful wave you just experienced. Your hand gripped the top of the chair, hanging on for dear life as Eddie yelled out your name and shuddered, his orgasm filling you.

Every ounce of energy you had left rushed from your body as you collapsed back against the table. Eddie's hand ran along your stomach, in between your breasts, along your throat, to grip the back of your neck and pull you up to him.

"That was fucking incredible," he whispered, pressing a soft, gentle kiss to your lips. "You can surprise me in my dungeon anytime you want my beautiful goddess."

"Whatever you say Master," you responded with a little smirk.

"Damn, you better be careful," he grinned, "I could get used to that."

"Me too," you say.

[rwprincess]

Teenage Dirtbag (Robin Buckley x Reader)

Masterlist

Word Count: 3.3K

Synopsis: Reader is hopelessly pining for Robin, even though she knows the girl is out of her league and hardly knows who she is…and that she’s already dating King Harrington…right?

 Honestly, this song originally struck me as being for EddiexReader. But I love PostModern Jukebox (ft Jax)’s take on it and was like “what if it was wlw for ROBIN?!” and here we are. Happy Pride, mfers.

CW: Self-doubt and loathing; reader being a useless-sapphic ™;  homophobia common of the 80s; unfair stereotypes to ‘freaks’; Minor Steddie if you squint; song lyrics mention a gun and ass-kicking; swears; jealousy of Steve (we’re pretty mean to him here)/mistaken identity; also, we’re tweaking canon because Eddie lives. Fight me.

She radiated beauty and light, and while you hadn’t had more than a minute-long conversation with her, you could tell that she was intelligent and that her soul was deep. Robin Buckley was the coolest girl you’d ever laid eyes on. Even in that dorky band uniform with the oversized hat and bobbing feather, chin-strap snugly tucked underneath her beautiful face. Luckily for you, she was out of uniform today and you drank in her long, thin frame, adorned with a striped t-shirt, and a skirt…but most importantly her legs were being caressed by knee-high tube socks. The stark yellow stripe drawing attention to her taut calf muscle as she walked down the hallway, carefree and angelic. Somehow, the buzzing fluorescence of the lights in this shitty hallway took on a heavenly light when they met her skin. You sighed in both admiration and frustration. There she was treading so perfectly and she hardly knew you existed.

Her name is Noelle

I have a dream about her

She rings my bell

I got gym class in half an hour

Oh, how she rocks

In Keds and tube socks

You leaned against your locker, biting your lip in silent longing. You weren’t in her league; you weren’t sure you were even in the same species. She was somewhere between a nerd and a prep, and you were a certifiable freak. Besides the homosexual tendencies you were harboring that would make you a pariah in this town if you were found out, you generally were clad in black and heavy makeup, looking like a walking The Cure album, a poster-child for loneliness and therapy,  surrounding yourself with other freaks, most notably your best friend, Eddie Munson. You were no stranger to being called a ‘demon’ or having wild accusations thrown your way. No wonder Robin’s gaze never turned to you. While you loved your friends and relished your lowkey lifestyle, particularly because it made you feel comfortable with who you really were, you still lamented that that meant you were invisible to the most beautiful, captivating eyes you had ever seen.

“C’mon, band geeks aren’t that far from D&D dorks,” Eddie tried to cheer you up, putting an optimistic spin on it, like he always did. You wondered how someone with so much pain and darkness in their life could be so light. He was always smiling and had a way about him that made everyone want to bare their souls to him. He put out beams of trustworthiness and others gravitated toward it. You yourself had been sucked into that unrelenting positivity. He was one of the limited few who really knew you, and one that you had confided in about your sexuality, and eventually your ridiculous crush on Robin.

“It’s very different, Eddie,” you admonished him. How could he not know how the rest of the school saw you? “They all think we’re devil worshipers and shit and she just like, plays the trumpet,” you shrugged. “It’s totally not the same. Even if they get made fun of, we are not on the same level.”

“Maybe they just don’t know how dumb and nerdy our club is. Maybe she doesn’t know and you should introduce her to the fine world of Dungeons and Dragons,” he smirked and you rolled your eyes at him, black lids almost sticking to your brows at the effort.

“Yeah, sure, whatever you say, Ed,” you replied in a dismissive tone. 

“Ya know, I heard she got a job at Scoops Ahoy…” his grin grew larger at his implication. 

You acted unfazed by this information, but soon you went there consistently and not-so-innocently to indulge your sweet tooth, but the only sweet you were really gorging yourself on was Robin. You teetered between feeling guilty for going to sneak looks at her in her adorable, short uniform…and wholly enjoying it. 

You never really struck up a conversation. You’d just place your order and sit in a booth, nursing the dairy dessert as slowly as possible to get your fill of Robin in a sailor hat, eyeliner thickly applied and pink lips parted in a rehearsed sales monologue or talking to herself. Good thing you had the ice cream to tamp down the burning you felt in your stomach and your cheeks whenever you looked up at her, averting your gaze if she so much as twitched in your direction.

But she doesn't know who I am

And she doesn't give a damn about me

'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby

Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby

Listen to Iron Maiden maybe with me

And then one day, Steve fuckin’ Harrington had to ruin your reverent ritual. It startled you the first time he was behind the counter instead of Robin, as if you’d walked into the wrong store. It felt so…unnatural. Steve lived down the street from you and had been an entitled dickweed ever since you were young. You were always more of an introvert and liked reading or drawing on your driveway with chalk when you were little, whereas Steve was a stereotypical rough-and-tumble boy, throwing his football into your lawn to disrupt you, or climbing trees and yelling loudly. He always reeked of desperation for attention, while you opposed having the spotlight on you. High school had only widened the gap between you two, as he fell in with the popular crowd and ruled the school. On a good day, you were invisible to him and his cohorts. On a bad day, you were a target of their slurs and slander and Steve dove right in to join them. You’d hear him mutter about how unfortunate it was to live near you, like he’d catch your cooties…or you’d put a witchy hex on him.

Her boyfriend's a dick

And he brings a gun to school

And he'd simply kick

My ass if he knew the truth

He lives on my block

And he drives an IROC

You couldn’t walk into your house without being reminded of his existence, and your one respite of Scoops Ahoy was now tainted with his god awful Farrah Fawcet hair spray and cocky demeanor. Even worse, he now created a barrier between you and Robin. You were no longer guaranteed to talk to her. Especially when Steve tried to butt-in to take your order. 

It was obvious he liked her, too. He would be a fool not to, sure. You couldn’t imagine anyone not being drawn into Robin and her dark, reflective eyes or her goofy smile. But you caught Steve blatantly checking her out, and more than once. You knew you had no claim to her, and were probably hoping against all hope to be with her one day, but it still irked you. Particularly because he didn’t have eyes just for her. He seemed to hit on every girl who breezed through the ice cream parlor, even though he struck out time and time again, looking like the biggest dork in that uniform, showing everybody that he truly peaked in high school now that he had graduated and was not having a glamorous jet-setting summer like his ilk. He didn’t deserve Robin as it was, but especially when he couldn’t put her first. She was your only crush and had been for some time. 

“What can I do for you?” He had the nerve to ask and grin blankly at you, nothing going on behind his eyes. ‘You could back off of Robin and take your douchey self out of here--’ you began to think snidely, biting the inside of your cheek so as not to let the words slip out. Luckily, it created a clever disguise, looking as though you were just debating what you wanted. 

“Uh, I guess strawberry today.”

“Would you like some sprinkles? They’re on the house.” He winked and you tried to hide your gagging revulsion. Customer-service Steve was totally fake and he acted as if he didn’t have a distaste for you his entire life. ‘What could Robin ever see in someone like him?’ you thought. But truth-be-told, most girls your age tended to fawn over Steve and he could give her something you never could: a normal life.

But he doesn't know who I am

And he doesn't give a damn about me

The mall fire marked a sort of beginning-of-the-end in Hawkins. Starcourt was the one hip thing about the town, the one thing to do. And now that had all been scrapped. Rightfully so, as it seemed macabre to just go on with it as if nothing ever happened there. People died, the town had to even elect a new chief of police because he had perished as well. But it left you in a lurch regarding activities you could do, especially on your own…and particularly to have access to Robin. Now, you didn’t know where she worked and you certainly couldn’t ask her. It would give off stalker vibes in waves if you approached and said, “hey, I miss watching you at your work all the time, mind telling me where I can find you now?” 

Even worse, she seemed to be closer with Steve. The rumor mill didn’t explicitly say they were dating, but you assumed they were. It was a small town and you’d see them together frequently. Steve even dropped her off at school most mornings, which seemed to you like something couples would do. It completely dashed your hopes that this would be like a Hollywood fairy tale and you’d get the girl in the final act. Time was running out, as it was your last year at Hawkins High, and quite possibly the last stretch of time you’d ever see Robin Buckley. Then, the unthinkable happened when Eddie betrayed you and became cozy with Steve after Spring Break in your Senior year. "I can't believe you're actually hanging out with--no, that you're friends with that douchebag, now." It was a charming little development that Eddie had been spending time with Steve. 

“He’s not really that bad. I know, I know,” he responded immediately to your huff and look of disgusted disbelief, “A month ago I would have dropped dead before I would have said something like that, but it’s the truth, Y/N. He’s changed a lot since he was in school. He’s actually a pretty cool dude.” You may have been a little over-dramatic with your resulting retching, as Eddie asked, “What’s your deal with him, anyway?”

“What do you mean, ‘what’s my deal?’ Like you said, a month ago, you would have been calling him a douchebag right along with me! What’s your deal?” You didn’t give him time to respond and jumped right into your tirade instead, “First of all, in case you’ve forgotten, he hates us. Or at least, hates me still, since you’re all chummy now, apparently. He has made fun of me his whole life and uses it as fodder to yuck it up with his friends.

“‘Fodder,’ nice word choice,” Eddie smirked, eyes gleaming. He was clearly amused watching you get riled up over this, but you didn’t let that stop you.

“He’s so vapid and shallow. I’m pretty sure all of those hairspray fumes fried his few functioning brain cells. He pants after every girl he lays eyes on, like a dopey dog but without the loyalty. The most frustrating and asinine part of that aspect of him is that he does it with Robin! I’ve seen him drool over her and then turn around to immediately follow some other girl, but he--he still gets to drive her to school every day and talk to her and…I can’t,” you squeaked out the last two words, the realization crashing down on you: you hated Steve most because you were jealous.

'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby

Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby

Listen to Iron Maiden maybe with me

Oh, yeah, dirtbag, no, she doesn't know what she's missin'

Oh, yeah, dirtbag, no, she doesn't know what she's missin'

"Oh, trust me, she and little Stevie are just friends." He waggled his eyebrows and you stared at him in confusion.

“Wh-what? How? They’re like, always together, and--and. Did he tell you this because you’re best buddies now, or what?” You were flustered and were sure you weren’t making any sense, but Eddie just smiled in a smug way. He was hiding a secret, but you didn’t dig further right now. You had no idea what he meant, how he knew, but this revelation was a breath of fresh air: your spirit renewed.

Spring and the school year were quickly coming to a close. While you wouldn’t consider yourself one for tradition, nor attending events with people, Eddie convinced you to partake some of the normal teenage activities. “You’re only going to be a senior once, Y/N,” he goaded you.

“This is your third senior year,” you reminded him with a deadpan expression and tone.

“I know. I said you’re only going to be a senior once. You.” He gave you a playful smile in return, “And hey, life is short and not always guaranteed.” The smile faltered a bit, and you could tell he was remembering Chrissy’s death, all of the deaths that occurred over Spring Break. You couldn’t really argue with Eddie when he was being serious for once in his life. He blinked the memory away and put on a cheerful facade again, “Hopefully, this will be my last senior year, too, so we have to make it a momentous occasion. You should go to prom with me.”

“Oh Eddie, I thought you’d never ask,” you put your hand over your heart sarcastically as you replied to him in a monotone voice, “how romantic.”

“Oh God, stop. That’s embarrassing for the both of us,” he joked. “What I mean is, we should both go to prom. Make the memory, all that jazz. I think you’ll be…pleasantly surprised.” You were used to his theatrical pauses by now, but it sounded like he was up to something. Eddie wouldn’t be Eddie without hatching a plan or scheme, but you agreed anyway.

“This is the most conformist thing I have ever done,” you greeted Eddie at your door, “I hate it.”

“It’s just a dress, Y/N. It isn’t the end of the world,” he cleared his throat to hide his laugh, but you caught it anyway and shoved him out of your doorway.

“This was all your idea, Munson. I will never let you forget that.”

At first, it wasn’t all that bad. Some of the music wasn’t totally abhorrent and Eddie was making your group laugh, dancing and miming his way through various activities. But the fun was cut short when Eddie’s other group of friends came in. You felt betrayed as Eddie brought Steve back to the gym that he once owned. Amongst this new group was of course, Robin. Your cheeks flared and your heart raced at the sight of her. She was always beautiful, but tonight she had a touch of glamor, wearing a knee-length green dress. However, that happiness was also fleeting. Eddie took off with their group and had them laughing and dancing, and you even saw him twirl Robin around. You sat and sulked in the bleachers, meaning you missed Eddie pointing you out to her.

Man, I feel like mold

It's prom night and I am lonely

Your elbows were propped against your knees and your hands cradled your face as you stared down at the floor. This could have been a great night, a fun night. But you just weren’t cut out for that typical teenage fun. Perhaps it wouldn’t sting so much if you had chosen to stay home rather than put yourself out there; if you weren’t dragged here only to be ditched by Eddie. But him choosing Steve and his group only solidified the feeling that burned deep within you: you didn’t fit in. Anywhere.

You glanced up, hoping that maybe Eddie had noticed your absence from the dance floor and would take pity on you. However, you saw Robin walking unsteadily in your direction instead. It wasn’t a too-much-spiked-punch walk. It was more hesitant, methodical. The changing lights cascaded across her hair and skin, making her seem even more unreal. As she drew nearer, you gained more of an appreciation for her dressed-up look. The makeup highlighted her cheekbones and lips; the way the dress hugged her waist and the length of it emphasized her legs. You smiled softly when you noticed that she was still wearing sneakers, though. That was much more like the Robin you knew. 

“Is this seat taken?” She was standing directly in front of you, but you weren’t completely sure she was talking to you. You looked to your left, then to your right, confirming that you were alone. You nodded, automatically, but were still in disbelief. You’d hardly exchanged words that weren’t related to ice cream before.

Lo and behold

She's walking over to me

This must be fake

My lip starts to shake

How does she know who I am?

And why does she give a damn about me

“Eddie’s told me all about you. Well, everything I didn’t already know,” she said, effortlessly flashing you that radiant smile. You were glad to be sitting down already as your knees began to quake.

“Is that right?” You asked nervously, throat suddenly becoming dry. Your eyes flicked across the room towards Eddie. You discovered him watching you intently and when you made eye contact, he gave you an enthusiastic thumbs-up. 

“Mm-hmm. He said you were the coolest girl he’s ever met. But I already guessed that. I mean, I thought that. I mean---well, and he said you’re his best friend.” She quickly tacked on the change in subject, but your heart hammered in your chest. Robin thinks you’re cool? Wait, Robin knows who you are and thinks about you? Your mind was racing.

“He, he is. I mean, I am. His best friend. And he’s mine. He’s a good guy.” 

“Oh yeah, he’s totally great!” She rushed out, flustered. “He uh…he said that you were maybe, like…like me, too?” She looked at you with meaningful implication. Oh, shit. Did she just--is she saying she’s gay, too? It was a hopeful thought, but you were sure you were misreading it, and it’s not like you could just ask her for clarification. Not on this topic. 

When you didn’t give a definitive answer (truthfully, you probably looked more deer-in-the-headlights confused instead), Robin continued, “Anyway, uh, I’d like to get to know you better and Eddie said you liked Iron Maiden?” You nodded numbly in response to this and she reached into her small purse, “Well, I’ve got two tickets, would you maybe like to go? With me?”

“I--yeah, of course! I’d love to go with you, Robin!” You blurted out, not wanting the opportunity to pass you by. Like Eddie said, life is short and you only get this one go-around. “I’d like to get to know you better, too. I think maybe we are a lot alike,” you replied, giving her a similar knowing look before you both broke out in smiles, grinning like lunatics.

I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby

Come with me Friday, don't say "maybe"

I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby, like you

[sexy-monster-fucker]

Alluring

loosley inspired by anon: Hi! Can you do an Eddie/VenomXreader with reader as a prison psychologist at San Quentin where Cletus Kasady is? Maybe EddieXreader have been working together for awhile when Carnage arrives and shit hits the fan? Thank you so much!

Description:  Reader and Eddie have been paired up for a journalism project.  The reader was intrigued by the case of Cletus Kasady and decided to go along with Eddie for his interview.  Shit goes wild from there.

(Y’all don’t judge me too hard over this one, it’s honestly a stretch.)

You were popping your knuckles like you always did before meeting someone.  You had been wanting to meet the maniac for quite some time, he intrigued you a great amount.  You wondered what made him click.  You wondered what was going on in his mind.  You wondered what you would say to him, or even the man who was accompanying you.  He was a very buff man.  He was handsome.  But you had no time for that.  Your focus today was Cletus Kasady.

The guard escorted you and Eddie back to where they kept Cletus.  Eddie held a small notebook in his hand.  “Notes,” you questioned.  Eddie looked at you, “Just the important stuff.  Stuff that I can’t forget.”  You nodded at Eddie.  The guard stopped you and Eddie directly before the large steel door.  “Don’t try anything stupid.  He’s smarter than he looks.  We don’t need more blood on our hands,” he warned you of Cletus.  

“Hey, Red~  I got some visitors for ya’,” he spoke as he opened the door to reveal a many in a straight-jacket.  He smiled at Eddie, “Hi, Eddie,” he paused and looked at you, “And... you brought me a friend?”  Eddie looked at you to make sure you were not discouraged.  You were not.  The psychopath did not scare you, not in the slightest.  You did not even feel a need to have your guard up.  You wondered if that was a bad thing.  “She’s my partner,” Eddie tried to get the attention off you.  “Well, it was nice of you to bring such a pretty girl here,” he smirked.  You did not break your stone-cold face.  Eddie was becoming anxious as Cletus continued to taunt you.  “C’mon, Cletus.  Let’s talk, just you and me,” Eddie broke the attention from you.  “Come a little closer, Eddie.  I can’t see you all that well,” Cletus stared.  Eddie whispered to you, “Don’t move.”   You did not mind Eddie trying to protect you.  But the thing was, you did not need his protection.  You decided to creep forward slightly behind Eddie, not quite coming as close to Cletus as Eddie was.  

Eddie stopped barely a yard away from Cletus’ little jail box.  Cletus smiled at Eddie, “Eddie, when I get out of here - and I will - there’s gonna be carnage.  The likes that San Quentin couldn’t dream of.  I promise, Eddie, you and I are gonna have some fun times.  And as for you, pretty girl, I think you and I can have a different kind of fun.”  You felt your stomach churn at Cletus’ remark.  A very quiet “Ew,” left your lips.  Cletus heard and licked his lips at you.  Cletus’ smile went to a grim frown.  His eyes went dark... darker then before.  Suddenly, the guard grabbed you by the back of the arm.  You spun around, “Wh-what?!”  “You both need to go,” he demanded as he grabbed Eddie too.  The guard slammed the giant door behind you as he escorted you back away from Cletus.

Eddie was clearly frustrated that his interview was cut short.  His notebook was crunched up in his fist.  You did not want to look up at Eddie, so you watched your own feet on the floor.  A beam of sunlight glared into your eyes as you reached the exit.  The sun was going down.  The guard thanked you and Eddie for stopping by, “You can come by some other time to finish.  There’s some... things going on right now that we have to take care of.”  Before you could say a word, the door was closed.  You furrowed your eyebrows.  “FUCK,” Eddie shouted.  You turned to face Eddie in your startled state.  “Fuck, Goddammit!  I cannot go down this path again!  I can’t loose another... I KNOW THAT!  SHUT IT,” Eddie was arguing with himself.  You watched as Eddie composed himself.  You did not question him.  You only watched.  Eddie shot a look at you that could have killed, “Are you ready to leave?”  You felt your cheeks turn a slight shade of pink, “Y-yeah...  I’ll call my Uber-” “Get on my bike.”  Eddie attempted to hand over a helmet to you, but you did not take it.  “I’ve never road before,” you insisted keeping your composure.  “You just wrap your arms around me and hold on tight.  I’ll take you home so you don’t have to waste your money on some over-priced taxi,” Eddie’s mind was else where.  You knew he was mad about not getting a full interview with Cletus.  What was spoken was more in the form of threats.  Eddie put the helmet on your head, “C’mon, it’s getting dark.”  You smiled at Eddie as you strapped the helmet under your chin.  You got on behind Eddie, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist.  Eddie smiled over his shoulder, “Ready?”  You nodded into his back.  Eddie chuckled to himself as he took off.

Eddie stopped his bike in front of your apartment.  You were a little shaken, but would never let Eddie know that.  You enjoyed the ride back wit Eddie.  Eddie helped you off the bike.  You did not lead on that you were a little shaken, but Eddie could tell by how tight our grip was on him.  You smiled at Eddie, “I really appreciate the ride.”  Eddie smiled a goofy grin, “No problem, scardie cat.”  You rolled your eyes, “Oh, shut up.”  You and Eddie laughed.  “We should... hangout.  Outside of these circumstances.  Not with a murderer third-wheeling, y’know,” Eddie smiled.  “I would love that, Eddie,” you smiled.  You took Eddie’s crumbled notebook out of his jacket pocket and wrote your cell number in it.  Eddie bit his lip as your body slowly backed away from his.  He watched you closely.  Eddie’s mind was running with thoughts of you.  Your smell was alluring to him.  The beautiful, sweet flower scent made his mind imagine lustful things.  “I’ll see you, Eddie,” you bit your lip.  “Bye, Princess,” he licked his lips.  “Drive safe, Eddie,” you headed inside you apartment.  You were very happy with how things had went over with Eddie.  

You sat in your apartment, texting Eddie.  You sent him a picture of Sideshow Bob from The Simpsons that read “Interview went great, huh?”  Eddie sent laughing emojis.  The entirety of your conversation went like this.  Joke after joke.  It made you smile.  Everything was going great until you heart a somewhat distant explosion.  It was so far away it sounded like a gunshot.  You texted Eddie to ask if he had heard it too.  He hadn’t, but he encouraged you check the local news.  You clicked the remote to the local news channel.  To your surprise, there had been an incident at San Quentin.  You texted Eddie, “Looking like our friend is coming our way.”  Eddie sent another laughing emoji, “I’m sure.  Bring it on.”  Eddie told you he had some personal things to do and would text back when he could.  You told him you might be hitting the hay soon, it was no problem.  You laid on your couch thinking about San Quentin.  Your jokes were beginning to bleed into your paranoia.  You tried to laugh it off.  You knew no one could break out of San Quentin.  You felt your eyes getting heavy.  You did not really feel like moving from the couch, so you decided to sleep there.  

You were awoke by the sound of breaking glass.  You sat straight up on the couch.  You turned to see a familiar face standing directly across from you.  It was Cletus Kasady.  You felt your heart sink.  “Wh-What the hell?!  HOW THE HELL DID YOU~” “Shut it, sweetie,” Cletus began to make his way toward you.  You jumped to your feet, but your legs gave out from under you.  You fell to your knees in fear.  Cletus knelled in front of you, taking your chin in his hand.  “It feels so nice to touch you... you’re so much softer then I imagined,” he smirked in your face.  You fell backwards in an attempt to get away from him.  Cletus smiled, “I could tell earlier that you’re interested in me, Y/N.  I’m not gonna lie, you got me going earlier.  I couldn’t resist coming here.  I needed to see you.”  You felt your eyes widen.  Cletus was no longer touching you.  He had his back against the couch as he stared at your body on the floor.  “It’s not fun when you’re this easy,” Cletus whispered.  You sat up slowly.  You stared at the man as his blank expression clicked off your TV.  “H-How the h-h-hell did you get here,” you stuttered.  “That’s not important right now.  All good things come to those who wait,” he grinned at you.  “Listen here, I know how bad you are going to want to reach for your phone, believe you me I do, but if you know what’s good for you, you won’t.  You might as well let me have it,” Cletus glared at you.  You took your phone off the couch, slowly.  You slid it across the room, directly in front of the door.  “No tricks.  I am interested in your mind, Cletus.  I am interested in... you,” you assured him.  Something you had picked up over the years.  People would believe almost anything when you were flattering them.  Cletus smiled, “You really think I’m some kind of idiot?  I know your bullshit games.  I’m the master of them myself.  Now, we can talk.  I’m more interested in you then you are of me, I can assure that.”  You once again felt no fear around Cletus.  You felt he wanted no harm to come to you.  Which was odd, seeing how he had murdered several people.  Maybe it was ignorant of you to assume that.  But you chose to do so none the less.  

You sat with your eyes to the floor.  You did not fear Cletus, but you did not feel comfortable making eye contact with him.  He was staring at you rather hard.  You felt your stomach churn, which was unusual for you.  You did not usually scare easy.  Today had really been different.  It was odd.  You were not sure why today had changed you.  Maybe it was the change in atmosphere or your encounter with Eddie.  You were not sure, but you did not like how this was all affecting you.  You hugged your knees.  Suddenly, Cletus scooted closer to you.  You felt your heart sink as you could feel his body heat radiating off him.  You did not know what he was going to do, but you knew something was going to happen.  You felt Cletus’ hand squeeze your exposed thigh.  Your eyes darted to him as you tried to deny his touch.  He did not take kindly to your denial, so he pushed himself onto you.  “Stop resisting,” he insisted as you continued to scoot away.  Cletus grabbed you by the wrists and pinned you to the ground with some very brute strength he had not been showing before.  You squirmed as the man hovered over you.  “Cl-Cletus, you cannot do this,” you tried to plead with Cletus.  Cletus did not care about the cries of some girl.  He had heard many women scream in terror at his horrendous acts.  You begging for his mercy only made him want you more.  You knew that once Cletus got what he wanted he would most likely kill you and not think a second thought about it.  You were nothing more then another body to him.  You were nothing.  

You could feel you loosing strength as Cletus’ grip on you tightened.  You fought him to release you, but his grip would only worsen.  You struggled below him as he held you in place.  You had never felt so weak in your entire life.  You felt your eyes begin to fill up with tears.  You were worried of what would become of you within the next hour, if you even had that long left.  You felt your warm tears burn as they ran down your cheek.  Your heart was racing below him.  Your breathing was heavy.  You were panicking.  You had two main options: give up or do something drastic.  You decided to fight rather then become the next statistic.  You hiked your knee, slamming right into his soft space between his legs.  He screamed in your face as the pain ran through his body.  You pushed him off you and began for the door.  Before you could get completely off the floor, Cletus had his hand wrapped around your ankle.  You fell to the floor, catching yourself on your elbows.  You winced as you felt your elbows rub against the hardwood, ripping your skin open.  You looked over your shoulder at Cletus.  His face was contorted in a semi-smile mixed with his obvious anger with you.  “Listen here, you little slut, you’re little hero isn’t here to save you now.  I’ll kill you without hesitation, don’t think I won’t,” Cletus rose above you.  You swung your legs, nailing him right in the chest.  Only this time, Cletus was not fazed by your erratic motions.  Cletus turned you over to face him.  He leaned into you, “You think you’re slick?  You’re a joke.”  He spat on you.  Your eyes widened as his eyes went from blue to a monstrous grey.  They were not his.  You were more afraid then before as the man on top of you was becoming more and more violent.  He began violently blinking, “I DO NOT WANT TO HEAR THAT....  JUST BE QUIET!”  He was arguing with himself.  You were beginning to fear more and more for your safety.  His mental status was obviously not a good one.  He stood up off you, beating his hand against his head.  You slowly rose to your feet.  You thought about running, but your curious side got the better of you.  You back away from him, but still stayed to see what was going on with him.  He was shaking his head in anger.  He was in pain.  His teeth were grinding together as he shouted to himself.  There was a lot of screaming in pain and anger until, “THEN JUST LEAVE!”  

END//PART 1

[floralreddie]

Hi! Can I request a Eddiexreader imagine where you two are married and you have to return to Derry to defeat Pennywise again and you reveal to him that you're pregnant? Thanks!

aaah i never thought i’d write an eddie x reader fic, but this was cute to do!

It had been you and Eddie for years.

You know, of course, that there had been a time when you were both young and there had been eight of you (two girls and six boys, you know this). You remember the town you both came from, where nothing really happened (except, surely, it must have?) and you both couldn’t wait to leave. You remember that he became your boyfriend when you were fourteen. You know you both went to NYU and graduated together, and whilst you went into opening your own bakery, Eddie started his own limousine business. 

You got married young. You ignored the existence of his mother and assured Eddie, every fucking day, that he was not as weak as his mother tried to make him out to be. You got married in a registry office, just the two of you, and you wore a floral dress and Eddie wore a white shirt and dress trousers.

You lived in New York. You started off in a shitty flat with stains on the walls that caused Eddie’s anxiety to hit the fucking roof, most days. You quit smoking, because it made him even more angst-ridden and you knew you couldn’t work in food if you smoked. He wasn’t on his placebos, anymore. He managed to get off those when he was fourteen with the help of you and…and another boy…with glasses and a loud mouth…

Or was it a trash mouth?

You got on with life. Your mom and dad died, and so did Eddie’s mom. He grew, both physically and mentally. You, yourself, were only 5′4, and his 5′7 frame was more than enough for you.

You remember…remember a time when your height was a running joke among friends you can’t even remember having.

Mentally, Eddie had always been strong. He was a sarcastic shit, half of the time, but you knew the time when he was young in which he stood up to his mother when he broke his arm and…and, how had he done that again? Regardless, he grew. You grew. He taught you to be a little less harebrained, and you taught him to deal with his issues. 

‘(Y/N)?’

You jump and hit you head on the bottom of the sink, from where you had been crouching on the bathroom floor. ‘Fucking shit,’ you swear, rubbing you head as you stand hastily and shove the small. plastic object into the back pocket of your jeans. 

You plaster on your most relaxed smile and walk into your living area, where Eddie was standing, his dark hair perfectly styled and his tired brown eyes finding you quickly. He’d aged in the last few years, you know. Both of you were forty, now, but the lines around Eddie’s eyes had come in a lot quicker than yours. It was, you knew, because he worried about everything so fucking much.

‘Hey, sweetheart,’ you greet, helping him tug off his tie as you lean in to plant a kiss on his cheek. ‘Work okay?’

He shrugs and takes the tie from you and folds it. ‘The usual,’ he replies. ‘Some guy rammed into the back of one of the limos’.

You blink and try to relax your breathing. ‘Oh? Well, what a dick. Insurance going to sort it?’

He shrugs. ‘Let’s fucking hope so. How’s the bakery?’

Right. Work. You’d closed the shop three hours early after having the sudden realisation that you were late as fuck on your period. 

‘Oh, er, good-’

At that moment, the phone rings, startling the both of you. You start forward and grab the phone off of the kitchen counter, where it joins the living room, and slam it on loud speaker as you go to grab a glass of wine for Eddie from the fridge because, shit, you think he’s going to need it with what you had to tell him.

‘Hello?’ you greet, distracted. 

‘Um, yeah. Hey, (Y/N)’

You see Eddie freeze out of the corner of your gaze, and the wine glass you’re holding nearly slips from your grasp as you whirl around, your own eyes landing on Eddie’s startled brown ones. 

You know that voice.

You know that voice. 

‘M-Mike?’ Eddie stutters and, suddenly, you are brought back to a time in which you knew another boy who stuttered up until the age of eighteen because…that was the last time you saw him…

‘Come on, Big Bill!’ you had laughed, tugging the blue eyed boy toward the edge of the Quarry. You were both fifteen. ‘Don’t be a pussy!’

There’s a sigh on the other end of the line. ‘Good. It is you two. Look, I have to be quick. I still have to call the others’. Both you and Eddie walk for the phone, both on different sides of the counter. You suddenly feel…cold…and you…you remember something…a clown and blood and horror and death. ‘Its back’.

Eddie jumps and slumps onto the seat beside the counter. ‘W-what?’

‘It’s back and…well, if you’re still up for the pact we made when we were kids…’ Mike trails off, and you think of a boy who lived on a farm and who was kind. ‘Then you should come back. Soon. Now’.

The pact. The eight of you standing in a field with your bloody hand clasped in Eddie’s, and the horrors of the summer finally over. You and Eddie clench your hands in front of you, and as your spread your fingers, you suddenly see a scar that you were so sure hadn’t been there ten seconds ago.

You promised. 

‘Okay, Mike,’ you nod. ‘Jesus. Okay. We’ll…we will. We’ll see you’.

Eddie coughs and brings a hand forward to run it through his hair. ‘Are the others coming?’

You heart jumps. The others. 

‘Bill is, so far. You two were the second people I called’. Mike coughs again. ‘I-I’ve gotta go. Calls to make, but…’ Suddenly, there’s a smile in his voice. ‘I’ll see you guys tomorrow, okay? 8 at the Chinese Restaurant. I’m…glad you two are still going strong, guys. I’ll see you’.

And then the line is dead, and you are staring at your husband.

‘I suppose we had better pack,’ Eddie deadpans, pale face drawn. ‘I-I…we forgot’.

You stumble around the counter and into his arms as he stands, your heart hammering. You feel so sad, suddenly. ‘We did,’ you agree.

He presses his face close to your hair and inhales, and you realise he’s shaking. It takes you only a second to realise that you are, too. 

And then, suddenly, Eddie is patting your butt and reaching into you pocket with a curious hum, and you’re scrambling to grab at the plastic stick suddenly hovering in front of his face lightly freckled, clean-shaven face.

You stare. He stares.

‘I need you to not freak out, sweetheart,’ you tell him, as his face pales and his arm fall from around you. ‘But you’re holding a stick with my pee on it’.

Because Eddie, whilst better, is still fucking terrified of germs and illness. Once, in College, you had thrown up on his dorm floor after drinking too much, and he had honest to God kicked you out and made your own dorm-mate come and pick you up.

His dark brown eyes are wide, and his mouth is snapping open. ‘Y-you’re pregnant?’ he gasps out, still not letting go of the pregnancy test covered in your urine. ‘With a baby?’

You nod, slowly.

‘…Oh,’ he mutters, sniffing and dropping his arm to his side. He stares at you, before nodding slowly. ‘That’s…that’s good’.

You sigh and laugh. ‘Oh, thank God’.

Then he is grinning and yanking you toward him, a shrill laugh escaping him and you wonder, truly, if he is on the edge of a complete breakdown. ‘You can’t come!’ he says suddenly. ‘To Derry! It’ll be dangerous, and-’ And you know he’s struggling to remember why it will be dangerous, just like you are.

A clown. Blood. A girl you loved who was taken, and you had all snuck into the sewers to find her.

You frown and hit his arm and kiss his cheek and say, very pleasantly, ‘Eddie, my love, try and stop me’.

[singmyaubade]

goodnight cherry

| synosis: your stepbrother eddie can't get enough of you.

| stepbrother!eddie x y/n

| warning: NONCON, pure smut, cursing, stepcest, etc..

before you read, this does feature NONCON, i am not responsible for what you read further on !

you were watching a movie on the couch, doing nothing really. it was quite lonely in the house without your parents, only your stepbrother was present but you hadn't really seen him all day until he walked through the door,

"y/n!" he yelled.

you were already nervous, it's not that you actually disliked his personality or how he present him, it's just how he acted towards you.

he always tried touching you or groping you for no reason, you didn't like a single bit of it, you just wish he would stop whatever he was attempting to do.

"in here." you said, still paying attention to your movie.

"aren't i glad to see you?" he panted, sounding like he ran thirty blocks.

"glad to see you too eddie." you nervously replied.

"whatcha watching?" he asked, sitting next to you.

you cleared your throat, scooting a bit, "oh just a rom-com, it's stupid." you laughed, trying to clear any tension.

"i'm sure it is." he said, eyeing you up and down, "you don't mind if i watch with you, do you?" he asked.

"actually i was gonna head upstairs-" you started replying, looking at him.

"you don't want to watch a movie with me?" he asked, pouting at you.

"it's not that, i'm just a bit tired." you said.

"please just stay for the rest of the movie." he begged.

"but eddie-" you frowned.

"please." he gave you puppy dog eyes as you sighed.

"okay, just for the rest of the movie." you said, cursing yourself for being a pushover as eddie looked excited.

after thirty minutes of the movie, you began growing extremely tired, nodding off. eddie seemed to notice that almost immediately as you drifted into a deep sleep a few minutes later.

"y/n." eddie whispered, poking you but you were already far gone.

he started caressing your legs as you coughed a little bit causing him to panic for a second.

he started moving towards you, opening your legs from their closed state as he started massaging your clothed pussy.

you moaned a bit in your sleep as eddie watched you intently. he moved towards your lips, giving generous pecks as he massaged your clit.

he began taking off your shorts and panties, kissing you more as you were unresponsive, sticking his tongue inside your mouth, he could swear you tasted like cherry.

he took off your shorts and panties, touching your exposed clit. you were so wet and it was making eddie harder as he sank down to your cunt and started sucking on it.

you moaned as eddie ate you out so rough that it was unbelievable that you were still asleep.

he lifted up your shirt, massing your tits and moving from your cunt to your nipples, sucking on them vigorously as they hardened.

your mouth agaped at all of the pleasure you were receiving which made eddie admire your beauty.

"so fucking pretty." he complimented, sucking your nipples.

he unbuckled his belt with a click, pulling himself out and stroking his cock as he lined up to your entrance.

he pushed inside of you as he groaned while you twitched in your sleep, "so fucking tight, holy shit."

he pounded into you, going slow because he didn't want to hurt you but you felt so good.

he had wished you were awake and screaming for his name but he knew it was too dangerous and just feeling you was enough.

he started pounding harder into you as you moaned harder, not being able to handle the pleasure. he kissed your lips while fucking you, suppressing your moans.

he began feeling you were about to orgasm as you twitched around you, clenching him harder as you came.

"i'm coming, shit." he said as he pulled out, coming on your stomach.

he situated himself, pulling up his pants from around his ankles and putting your panties and shorts back on you.

you awoke the next day in bed, your cunt puffy and red aching.

you walked downstairs to greet your parents as you approached eddie, "how did i get upstairs last night?" you asked, yawning.

"oh i just carried you up." he replied.

"oh thanks eddie." you smiled.

maybe he wasn't all that bad after all.

[singmyaubade]

Hello, I loved your story, do you plan to do a second part of Eddie's anguish cheating on TN?

warning : contains MATURE CONTENT such as mentions smut and cursing.

by continuing, you are agreeing that i am not responsible for your media usage and this your personal choice to read this.

cheater!eddie x y/n

part 2 / part 1

Three months.

It had been three months since everything had happened. Despite Eddie's many attempts, you were not budging even a little bit.

You had done the little petty things to make Eddie angry such as flirting with other guys, lingering touches, and ignoring everything he said.

It was even worse for your entire friend group, it was basically the boys against the girls.

Max, Eleven, Robin and Nancy were all on your side, believing Eddie was a complete idiot.

The other side consisted of Dustin, Mike, and Lucas who believed that Eddie had made a mistake and Steve was pretty much middle man. It had been pretty hectic the entire time. There was so much tension and glares that it was starting to creep out Steve.

So he did the only logical thing,

He invited you all to his house for a house party which featured the entire school.

You sensed that Eddie was going but you knew that if he did, his life would be hell. I mean what other choice did you have than revenge?

Eddie had made a choice to ruin your entire relationship so you had the choice to make his life hell.

So you went to the party wearing the tiniest pink laced dress that you could find that almost showed your bare tits.

You had even received a compliment from Steve as he opened the door. You easily spotted Eddie with Ruby and they were making out with excessive tongue.

If he wanted to play,

You would too.

You went up to Luke Montgomery who looked at you up and down with a smile, "Wanna dance?" You asked with a smile.

He agreed quickly got in front of him, your backside to his crotch. You started grinding against him to the beat as Eddie looked at you, almost with pure anger.

You put your hands up to his neck as Luke grabbed on your waist which you honestly did not hate.

He whispered in your ear, "You are so fucking hot."

You giggled, "You wanna show me how hot I am?"

He nodded as if he was in a trance as you lead him to the coach on the opposite of Eddie. You sat Luke down and climbed on top of his lap as he groped your ass.

You ran your hands through his hair, kissing his lips as he grabbed onto your ass harder. You moaned a little bit into his mouth as he took the chance to slip his tongue in your mouth.

You copied his movement as you felt hands grab your forearm. You were quickly brought off of Luke as Eddie looked at you furiously, "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Let me go, Eddie!" You yelled, taking your forearm back, "We aren't even dating anymore, you don't have the right to try to act like the victim."

"That doesn't mean that you should act like a slut." He spat which angered you enough to slap him, causing his cheek to go red with your palm print.

"Don't fucking call me that, you have no right based on your behavior and the trashy slut that you cheated on me with." You argued.

“You are completely delusional on so many levels. Did you not think that maybe I cheated for a reason?” He scoffed.

“Other than the fact that you are completely insecure?!” You asked.

“I’m insecure? You clearly are jealous of Ruby in a type of way.” He argued.

“Are you seriously trying to say that I am jealous that slut that clearly fucks every boy in a five inch radius?” You scoffed.

"Isn't that hypocritical?" He asked with a smartass grin.

At the point you were completely done, "You know what Eddie, if you really want to play this game, I will play it. But just so you know, Luke has a bigger dick and actually can make me come unlike the small dicked freak you are." You insulted.

He fumed but you already walked away, leaving to go home. Although what you were saying clearly wasn't true, you had to sink down to his level.

You went home, completely annoyed with Eddie and ready to make his life hell.

But you knew what Eddie hates most,

Teasing.

So instead of trying to make him jealous, you made it hard for him to think about anything else.

The next day at school, it all started with you wearing a revealing top that even made Eddie shift in his pants.

You bent down when he was sitting behind you, wearing the panties he loved the most and wore that perfume that he loved.

Everytime you saw Luke, you would basically grind against him on the lockers, making sure only Eddie could see as you made out with him.

Eddie was only jealous that it wasn't him and he couldn't feel your heat against him.

It was only the beginning of his torture.

@‘ing people who asked for a part 2: @maystecc @sage-the-z0mbie

[eddiemunsons80sbaby]

Murder House

Pairing: EddiexReader

Summary: @munsonfire sent me a message with this idea a while ago. It sat for a bit and then I came across it again and realized this would be perfect for a Halloween one shot. Eddie and Reader have lost a bet to Steve and the terms were that the loser had to spend the night in the Creel house. Reader is not amused by this at all and scared out of her mind so Eddie finds a way to help her relax. Happy Halloween! Hope everyone is enjoying their spooky season just as much as our favorite metalhead would!

18+ Only Minors Go Away

“This is so stupid. I don’t know why I ever let you convince me into this stupid bet,” you muttered in annoyance, standing in front of the last place you would ever want to be, especially on Halloween. 

“Oh come on.” Eddie’s arm came around your shoulders, pulling you into his side, his lips coasting over your ear as he whispered, “What better way to spend Halloween than at the murder house? You think the ghosts of old Victor Creel’s family are in there, just waiting to take their revenge?”

  “Ugh!” You placed your hand on his chest, shoving him away. “You’re such an asshole! I should make you spend the night in there alone.”

“Nope, those were not the terms of the agreement. You both lost so you both have to stay. You agreed to it.”

You both turned to see Steve and Robin standing behind you. Steve stood, arms folded, an arrogant and pleased smile on his face for having been the winner of the dumb bet. Robin’s teeth clicked together as she cringed apologetically at you, arms held out to her sides, hating this for you but secretly pleased that it was you and not her who had to make it until sunrise inside the house where a man had mutilated his entire family. 

“Thanks, Steve. I am well aware of the terms we set,” you ground out between clenched teeth, peeking over your shoulder at the house that loomed menacingly behind you. 

Windows boarded over, paint peeling, the yard overgrown with weeds as it had sat vacant ever since that awful night almost thirty years ago, no one brave enough to inhabit the home where such evil had occurred. The house itself felt unsettled, a portal into a world of darkness and desolation, and you could almost feel the pain and the sadness that had once resided within those walls. 

“Alright, well, we’ll be back to collect you in the morning,” Steve sang pleasantly. “That is, if there’s anything left to collect.” He let out a loud laugh as he turned and made his way to his car. 

That had been part of the deal. Steve had dropped you off, not wanting the two of you to have a vehicle you could escape in if you wanted. Not that the two of you couldn’t walk. It wasn’t like Hawkins was New York City. It might take you a good forty-five minutes but you could make it back to Eddie’s trailer if you needed to. Steve was just being an ass, trying to make sure the two of you followed through. 

“Sorry,” Robin sighed, rushing forward to give you a quick hug. “It’s just one night. We’ll be back before you know it.”

“Yeah, right,” you murmured, watching your friends drive away, leaving you and Eddie standing on the walkway, staring up at the house that was framed in the last of the daylight, sun just beginning to set. Twelve hours, from sunset to sunrise. You could do this.

“Hey, we’re gonna be fine, sweetheart,” Eddie told you, his fingers locking with yours, the familiar feel of those chunky rings bringing you some comfort. “Besides, you got me.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes, “Oh, that’s reassuring.”

“Hey!”

“Let’s just get this over with,” you groaned, hiking your backpack over your shoulder before lifting your sleeping bag under your arm and stomping toward the house. 

“Baby, come on!” Eddie huffed, grabbing his own stuff, his footsteps loud behind you as he raced to keep up. “I know you’re annoyed but it doesn’t change the fact that we have to do this.”

“We only have to do this Eddie because you agreed to that stupid bet in the first place!”

“What’d you expect me to do? My manly pride was on the line!”

“Jesus Christ. Steve bet you that you couldn’t drink four beers in a row and then beat him in four laps around the track! You know he’s in better shape than you. The man was in every goddamn sport imaginable in high school. What did you think was going to happen?”

“He might be better at sports but I am way better at drinking. I figured he’d collapse halfway through.”

“King Steve? Steve of the epic parties every weekend at his house where there was always a keg? You really didn’t think he could hold his own when it came to drinking?”

Eddie chewed on his bottom lip, eyes squinting, that cute little scrunch happening with his nose but you couldn’t find anything cute right now. Because of him, you were now stuck staying in the goddamn murder house. You glared at the stained glass rose on the door as if it were to blame for all of this before you turned the knob and pushed it in. 

The guys had removed all the plywood that covered the door earlier before Eddie had used his expert lockpick skills to get it open. You’d stood, anxiously watching, hoping some divine intervention would be on your side, would keep them from being able to get the door opened. But no, of course not. The universe hated you, laughed in your face, mocked you because now you would be doing the one thing you feared the most. 

You’d avoided this house your whole life. Friends would think it was fun to bet each other to run up and just put a foot on the porch. They’d dart as quick as they could, laughing all the way back, infused with confidence at their glorious moment of triumph. You’d never partook, never cared to prove your bravery, never understood why anyone would want to.

The stories people told about that place were horrific. How could a husband and father do such things to his wife and children? Their limbs were snapped, eyes cut out of their head, jaws broken. Some people said he was possessed by Satan himself. Some people said he had a psychotic break after the horrible things he’d seen in the war. Some people said he was just a psycho like Michael Myers. 

“Okay,” Eddie relented, following you inside the foyer, kicking the door shut behind you. “Maybe I was a bit hasty not to consider all of those things but I couldn’t just let him assume he could beat me. He was taunting me, baby. I couldn’t let that stand.”

“And you had to drag me down with you?” you sighed, swallowing hard as you walked past the stairs and caught sight of the dining room, the place where the wife had been found. 

“Harrington included Buckley in the bet. I had to have a second. Besides, would you really want me to have to stay here all alone? What if I got scared? Who would hold me?”

“You could have managed.”

“Damn, that’s harsh, princess. I’ll hold you when you’re scared.”

“I wouldn’t be scared if it wasn’t for you. I wouldn’t be in this damn place if it wasn’t for you.”

Eddie stepped up beside you, a loud exclamation of excitement bursting from him, “Oh shit! This is where the wife was murdered, right? They found her on that table. This is so fucking cool.”

“Cool? Are you shitting me? Yeah, they found a woman whose husband tortured her on that table and they found his two little kids in the foyer we just walked through. A father murdering his children. That’s real cool, Eddie.”

He groaned in frustration as you turned, storming away from him and headed up the stairs. You didn’t really want to go any further into this nightmare but you also didn’t want to be standing where people had been killed and you definitely wanted to get away from him. Eddie and his stupid bets, stupid manly pride, stupid excitement over everything scary, haunted, or grotesque. 

“Oh…” you breathed, stepping into what had to be Alice’s bedroom. The small bed still sat, beautiful wooden headboard with a floral design, the colors long faded, a small nightstand next to it. Sitting on the bed was a sad looking teddy bear, covered in dust, as if frozen in time, just waiting for his little girl to return. 

You backed up. No, you couldn’t be in that room, definitely not that room. Your back bumped into something hard, something warm, something very much alive and a blood curdling scream clawed its way from your throat as you jumped and spun, fist ready to connect with whatever was about to cause you harm. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Eddie yelled, both hands held up in front of him. “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s just me, okay? It’s just me.”

“You absolute jerk!” you huffed, hand that had been prepared to swing now clutching your chest as you fought for breath. “Why would you sneak up on me in a haunted house?”

“I wasn’t sneaking, sweetheart, I swear. You must not have heard me. I just didn’t want you wandering around alone. Is…is that the girl’s room?” His eyes fell on the teddy bear. “Damn.”

“Yeah, you got anything to say about how sick or cool this is now?” you challenged, arms folding over your chest. 

“No. Look, it is cool to be in a house that’s been a goddamn legend in this town. Everyone talks about the murder house. I love anything creepy. But no, I don’t think it was cool that some guy hurt his family, okay?” His hand came to your waist, pulling you into him. “Come on, baby. I don’t want to fight with you all night. I’m sorry for dragging you into this. I’m sorry I let my stupid ego get the better of me with Harrington. But we’re here now, so can we at least make the best of it? I mean, big house all to ourselves, just you and me…”

Then Eddie’s lips were on your neck, tongue tracing, teeth pulling in the skin just above your pulsepoint and you were quickly forgetting why you’d ever been mad at him in the first place. He was good at that, making you forget that he’d been an asshole. Eddie played dirty, using his masterful skills to get you to forgive him in the very best way possible. 

Your eyes slipped closed, hand cradling the back of his head as those lips worked magic, igniting a fire over each inch of skin they touched. He pushed your jacket over your shoulders and it tumbled to the floor of the hallway with a soft swish. The shoulder of your top dragged down your arm and his mouth followed, worshiping each new bit of skin he exposed. 

“Fuck, what room you want, baby?” he mumbled over your skin. 

“Huh?” you managed through your haze, struggling to think beyond the way his lips were tenderly sucking the flesh of your collarbone. 

“What room? Need to get you in a room…”

You pulled back from him, eyes wide, “No. I can’t…we can’t…not in any of their rooms, Eddie. Are you kidding me?”

“Okay, downstairs then.”

“No. Absolutely not. That’s where everybody died.”

“Sweetheart, you’re killing me,” he whined, taking your hand and placing over the obvious bulge in his jeans. “You feel what you do to me? It’s so painful. You don’t want me in pain, do you?”

“Oh, don’t try to guilt me into it. You’re not in that much pain, you big old baby.”

“Attic.”

“What?”

Eddie grabbed onto your hand, dragging you down the hall to a small door, opening it to reveal another set of stairs. Your eyes widened, heart pounding in your chest as he pulled you behind him, up the stairs. 

“The attic? Seriously?” you squeaked. “The only thing worse than a basement in a creepy house is the attic in a creepy house.”

“Maybe but nobody died up here,” he stated, “at least that I know of.”

“What!?”

He chuckled, “Relax. I’m kidding. Nobody died up here, okay? Nothing bad happened up here. No one ever talks about the attic.” 

The two of you reached the top of the stairs, your eyes darting around, searching for any signs of danger, anything that told you that you should run. Sheets were draped over objects, giving them a menacing look, as if anything could be under there just waiting to jump out and grab you. But if you didn’t want to be downstairs or upstairs, this was about the only option left. 

“Eddie…” you began but you were silenced when his lips covered yours, swallowing whatever you were going to say, morphing it into a low moan. 

His hands covered your hips as he began to walk, moving you, until your back hit the wall at the far end of the attic. His tongue licked its way into your mouth to war with your own. Your fingers plunged into his hair, tugging at it until he groaned, pulling at your lower lip with his teeth in a way that had you whimpering. 

A rustling sound broke through your trance and you gasped, pulling back from him, eyes wide, searching for the source. Your fingers covered your bruised lips, frantic. Was someone up here? Had it been a mouse, a bat? None of those things sounded pleasant to you. 

“Baby,” Eddie growled, finger and thumb gripping your chin, pulling your face back to his. “Nothing is here. It’s just an old house. Old houses make sounds.”

“But what if…”

“Shh,” he urged, tongue slipping over your jaw, down your neck. “I’m going to fuck the fear right out of you, baby. You won’t be able to think about anything else.” Hands roughly dragged your top down, exposing your breasts, locking your arms against your sides. “Just relax and let Eddie take care of everything.”

“Eddie,” you breathed when his warm wet mouth covered the fabric of your lace bra, his hand covering your other breast. As his tongue teased one nipple, his fingers teased the other and he came through on his promise because suddenly, you didn’t care where you were. You couldn’t hear anything but the moans and gasps from your own lips, the murmurs of satisfaction that Eddie made when he pulled the tender bud between his teeth and you cried out his name.

Eddie’s tongue trailed between your breasts, up the hollow of your throat, over your jaw. His lips smashed against yours roughly, all lips, tongue, and teeth as if he were trying to devour you. His hand slid into the front of your leggings, past your panties and he growled roughly as you inhaled the sound. 

“So wet for me already. Spread your legs for me, baby.” You obeyed without question. “Good girl. Gonna make you feel so fucking good, baby. You love when I fuck that tight, little pussy, don’t you?”

You nodded, struggling as he slid one finger through your slick, teasing, his stroke far too gentle. Your hips rolled, needing more pressure, needing him to touch you, to fuck you with his fingers. 

“Need to hear you, beautiful. Tell me what you want me to do.”

“I want you to put your fingers inside me, Eddie, to touch my clit, to make me come…” you pleaded. “Please, baby.”

“Fuck, you make me so goddamn hard when you beg.” Two fingers pressed into your entrance as his thumb found your clit, pressing down and you groaned, the sound animalistic, a sound of pure relief. “That goddamn sound. I want to make you do it all the fucking time.” He curled those fingers, hitting that blissful place within you that had you screeching, back arching. “That feel good? Huh? You like that?”

“Yes…oh fuck…yes…” you groaned, wishing you had use of your arms so you could grab onto his shoulders and steady yourself. Your legs were quickly becoming useless beneath you. 

“I got you, baby.” As if Eddie could read your mind, he stepped into you, pressing the length of his body against yours, keeping you pinned against the wall as he sent you to levels of pleasure you’d never known existed until you’d met him. 

“Eddie, please don’t stop…” you whimpered as his thumb drew circles around your clit, his fingers opening and closing before he added a third, thrusting them along your spongy walls. 

“So polite for me. Don’t worry, baby. I’m not going to stop, not until you’re squirting all over my fingers and screaming my name so loud that even the ghosts will be scared away.”

Your chest rose and fell rapidly, legs trembling, fists clenched so tightly at your sides that your nails were digging into the flesh of your palms. You were racing up that big hill on the roller coaster, just cresting the top, about to plunge over the side. 

“Come for me, beautiful,” urged Eddie. “Let all the monsters, ghouls, and goblins know exactly who you belong to.”

“Eddie…I…oh…fuuuuck!”

Your back arched, breath catching in your throat as you shuddered, the force of your orgasm rocking your body. Eddie kept you pinned between him and the wall as he worked you through it, his movements slowing, more gentle as he felt you slowly coming down until your forehead collapsed against his shoulder. 

“Baby, you look so fucking beautiful when you come,” he rasped against your ear, his hands gripping your hips once again before he spun you around, pressing your front flat against the window just to the left. His hands grabbed onto your leggings and panties, dragging them down your legs to your knees, effectively confining them just as your arms were in your top. “Need to see it again.”

You heard the sound of his belt unbuckling, of his zipper as it dragged down the front of his jeans, your center already pulsing with need all over again, your body never able to get enough of him. You could never fully be satisfied when it came to Eddie, craving him like a drug. 

“Let’s give all the monsters a real show, huh, princess?”

Then his hips rocked toward you and his cock slid into you, bottoming out in one rough thrust. You moaned, cheek smashed against the dusty glass. One of Eddie’s hands held your hip, the other palming your lace covered breast, keeping you upright as he began to move, rocking into you again and again, hitting deeper each time until you felt like you could feel him everywhere. 

“How does it feel, baby?”

“So good…”

“Just good?” he grunted. “We’ll have to fix that.”

His hand came around your throat, dragging you up until your back was pressed against his chest. He stepped forward and you gasped when your breasts smashed against the cool glass. Two of his fingers forced their way into your mouth. 

“Make ‘em nice and wet for me, princess,” he ordered, a purr rumbling his chest when you did as you were told. “That’s it.” 

His hand slid between your bodies, the other one pressing between your shoulder blades, bending your over once again until your cheek met the window. Those two fingers pressed against the tight little hole between your asscheeks and you groaned loudly as he teased first one and then both inside, matching the thrusting of his cock. 

“Better than good now, baby?”

“Jesus…” you whimpered. 

“No sweetheart, but I promise you’ll feel like you’ve ascended into heaven by the time I’m done with you.” He thrust, fingers and cock, completely filling you with him until you thought you were burst from the sensation of it. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight. So good, baby. You feel so fucking good, taking me so perfect like the good little slut you are.”

You were a whimpering mess at his words, loving when he degraded you but only in the bedroom. Eddie knew where the line was and he had never crossed it. What happened during sex was different than how you were with each other outside of that. It was that level of respect that allowed you to enjoy him getting rough and nasty. 

“Come for me, baby. I know you want to. I can feel it. You love when I play with that tight little asshole, don’t you?”

“Yes…fuck…baby, I’m so close. I’m so…I…”

You screamed, walls pulsing around his cock. You felt him twitch within you and then he grunted, curses falling from his mouth, his free hand grabbing your shoulder as he thrust in hard, pumping you full of his release. You mewled softly as his legs bent, fingers leaving your body, the two of you sinking to the floor, collapsing next to each other. 

“Jesus…fuck…” Eddie muttered, glancing over at you, still confined in your clothing. He chuckled. “Sorry, baby. Let me get that.” His hands grabbed onto your shirt, pulling it up so you had use of your arms again. 

You reached down, pulling up your panties and underwear as Eddie slowly got his own situated. One arm flung over his head as the other one reached out for you, fingers beckoning you closer. 

“Come here.”

You rolled, content to curl into the safety of your boyfriend. He hummed into your hair, lips pressing against your forehead. Your fingers played with those chestnut locks you loved so much.

“That was…holy shit,” you laughed, kissing just under his jaw.

“Yeah, holy shit about covers it. Did you want to sleep up here? I can grab our sleeping bags and bring everything up.”

“Yeah. I don’t know how much sleeping I’ll actually get done but I guess up here is better than down there.”

“Oh, I can easily occupy all night if you need,” he teased, rolling you on top of him, peppering your face with kisses until you were giggling. “So, am I forgiven?”

You sighed, “Yeah jackass. You’re forgiven.”

You both gasped, covering your eyes as bright light suddenly flooded the room. Turning your head, you saw it was a bulb hanging in the middle of the attic, burning brighter than any light you’d ever seen.

“What the…” Eddie murmured. 

“Eddie…” you moaned and not for a good reason this time. This was not right. This was not…nobody had turned on that light. How was some bulb in a house no one had lived in for decades, a bulb that should have been burnt out long ago, suddenly lighting up the room like the midday sun. 

With a shatter, the bulb exploded and you both screamed, Eddie’s body coming to cover yours, as the attic was plunged into darkness once more.