#stranger thigns fanfiction

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thank you so much for requesting @bradshawssugarbaby this is quite literally not at all what you asked for I'm so sorry 🫣🫣🫣🫣

Warnings: teasing, "denying orgasm", a twinge of a little "Mr. Harrington" kink if you squint | my blog is 18+

1335 words

“Steve.”

You were aware the way it came out sounded a lot like the word “More” instead of the attempt to remind him you should be working. 

He hummed from the crook of your neck, lips molded around your pulse point while a hand tilted you open gently and the other ran up and down the inside of your thigh. 

The same thigh that was draped over his lap, skirt pushed up it a little indecently for the activities you were supposed to be doing. There were notebooks and pens left open and blank on the coffee table. The snacks and a stack of VHS tapes next to them, a promise of a movie night to him as a reward, but all your brain could do was remind you to be relieved you put on the new Calvin's you got. 

Your fingers clutched at the collar of his navy polo, pads slipping lower and toying with the little button as he pestered more kisses down your neck. 

“We…oh,” you sighed when his tongue traced your collarbone and his fingers squeezed your inner thigh.

“We?” Steve murmured over the column of your throat, nose skating higher on your jaw as his thumb soothed circles over the back of your neck. 

“We should be studying. The test is tomorrow.”

Shut up! College isn't important, what's important is what this boy is doing with his mouth!

“I am studying,” Steve spoke directly into your ear, low and raspy. 

A shiver danced down your spine and right back up when the ghost of his smile against your skin lingered. 

“Oh really?” You huffed, hand limply gesturing to the coffee table as the boy finally removed himself from your neck to meet your gaze, tips of your noses almost touching.

His eyes were bright with that sort of look that told you he was up to something and you were probably gonna really like it. 

A cocky sort of smirk twisted up the corner of his lips, the one that lifted the two little freckles on his cheek and made the laugh lines around his eyes crease. 

Fuck, should be illegal to look this cute.

“Mhm,” he nodded around the hum, nose tapping yours. 

This time, you gestured a little more confidently, down towards your lap draped ungracefully over his. 

“Please explain to me how this is studying, Harrington.”

Steve smiled, delighted you asked, falling directly into his trap. 

It happened quickly, and with a loud ‘Oof' from you as he pulled you over his lap further, now straddling it. 

“Let's start with math, yeah?” He grinned at you, cocking his head and raising his eyebrows confidently. 

You held your breath as his hands squeezed your hips and roamed slowly up your body. His eyes tracked their movements, and you couldn't deny he was definitely focused. A look of determination in his eyes you'd never once seen directed towards a textbook.

“If Steve kisses his girlfriend once…” he whispered before leaning in and doing just that. Lips slotted against yours in one lingering press before they pulled away. His eyes remained on your mouth in a pout now, hands squeezing at your ribs when you leaned in for more. 

His lips quirked up before he gave you one more, just as chaste and just as frustratingly cut off as he added, “And he gives her another one. How many kisses is that?”

“Three.”

Steve laughed, your scrunched up nose knocking his as you attempted to get your third one. He turned so your lips hit his cheek as he made a buzzer noise.

“Wrong. It's two, baby.”

Your fingers curled into the back of his hair, a huff hitting his jaw as you adjusted yourself on his lap lower. When wet cotton hit his denim covered bulge, you made a soft noise. 

Steve's lips parted at the sound, his hands tracing your curves till they were back to your hips and he could watch the way you try to fight against his hold. 

“How about some Science?” He asked, feigning nonchalance. 

Steve slowly grinded your hips down against him, helping you roll them so the zipper on his Levi's could hit your clit in a way that had you gasping and clutching at his shoulders.

His voice comes out strained, but still amused, “Hypothesis: If we keep doing this, you'll come before I even get inside you.”

The sentence made you groan, forehead tapping his in defeat as he kept your hips rolling in a perfect rhythm. 

“Steve” it really did come out like “More” that time. 

“You're right,” he lets his smile when you groaned as he stopped you from moving. “Science is boring.”

His hands guided you down, back pressed to the couch so the silk of your skirt could glide higher up your thighs while he lowered his head between them. 

His lips skimmed the inside of your thigh, brushing against it as he spoke, “Spelling more your subject?”

Your breath hitched as he pressed his nose into the damp cotton between your legs. His groan vibrated against you before he was moving over your clit in an odd shape. 

Too focused on the feeling of finally getting some more friction against the throbbing nerves, you almost missed it when he asked, “What's that letter, honey?”

You gulped, hands tugging in his hair as he tutted softly, “Missed it? I'll do it again. Pay attention. There's a test later.”

He made the same movement, and your eyelids flutter as you gasped out, “M?”

He hummed his approval and pushed your thighs wider when they tried to close as he licked one long stripe up you. He waits until he hears your quiet whimper of the letter ‘I’. 

Your hand clutched his shoulder, back arching off of the couch as a finger hooked your soaked underwear to the side. A barely there touch, the tip of his tongue, traced another letter. It started on the outside, skimming up skin, dragging through your slick diagonally, before it dragged up the other side.

“N.”

You practically moaned it, tugging on his shoulders, aching him to keep going, to get closer.

“So good baby,” he praised you, watching the way you fluttered around nothing. Then his thumb pushed into your clit and made long and hard brushes over it in the shape of the last letter.

Your stomach tightened, something in your chest ached as you said ‘E’, and Steve asked with a murmur against your thigh. 

“What's that spell?”

“Mine,” you whimpered the word, fingers digging into his shoulders and desperate for more. 

Steve kissed your clit, the nod of his head bumping his nose against it as he praised you again. 

“Good job, you're gonna ace that test.”

And then he was sitting up, facing the coffee table and uncapping a pen. 

You watched, your mouth dropped open in shock and annoyance as he ignored you. Your elbows propped you up as you asked, “Are you serious right now?”

Steve smirked, looking down at the page of his notebook and seeing not a goddamn thing as he shrugged.

“I'm always serious about studying, honey.”

You waited, sure he'd look up at you, break before you did, but when his pen scratched across the page your fingers curled into the couch cushion, until you realized you'd studied Steve just as much. 

Lifting yourself back up to sitting slowly, you let the tips of your nails scratch up his thigh. As you leaned in to his profile, you let your nose bump his cheek as your fingers did the same to where he was painfully straining against his zipper. 

You pouted, lips against his jaw.

“Are you going to give the test Mr. Harrington?”

Steve's pen twitched, missing the line on the paper as he swallowed, the ball not in his court anymore. 

Your name came out of his lips in a whimper as you squeezed him through the denim.

It sounded an awful lot like the word “More”. 

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crappymixtape recos

going to try and do this at least once a month – sharing fics that have just blown me away ❤ so many talented writers on here omg 🥺 show them some love and BE KIND, REBLOG! xoxo, 💿

♥️  holding hands with steve – @upsidedownwithsteve ( steve and unconciously searching out each other’s hand while sleeping or not realizing they’re holding hands til someone points it out • steve harrington x reader, fluff, hurt / comfort )

♥️  driving mr. harrington – @upsidedownwithsteve ( blurb prompt → steve and driving lessons, and let me tell you, no one is surprised at how damn sweet this is • steve harrington x reader, ALL fluff )

♥️  i guess it's never really over series, 18+ only– @loveshotzz ( a summer back in hawkins with your best friend and the boy you’ve done nothing but try to forget • mechanic!steve harrington x reader, smut, angst/hurt comfort, no upside down )

♥️  watching steve shave – @plainemmanem ( waking up to find a shirtless steve standing in front of the mirror shaving, his back muscles going absolutely sicko mode with each movement, just standing there staring at him bc he's so sexy • steve harrington x reader, just a giant thirst trap with a sprinkle of fluff )

♥️  steve's too drunk pt. 1 • pt. 2 – @pearynice ( steve gets drunk at a high school party and gets stuck wallowing in his own self-pity, but there on the back porch he finds an unexpected friend • steve harrington x eddie munson, omg the cutest fucking steddie interaction of all time AND THERE’S A PART TWO )

♥️  he's a freak, he's the fastest kid alive – @frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe ( thinking about eddie getting arrested one night by hopper and officer whats-his-face and when they turn their backs on him for a second he fucking bolts • steve harrington x eddie munson )

♥️  power's out neighbor – @lovebugism ( the power goes out in our apartment building, but i’m not prepared for this, and you come to check on me with steve • steve harrington x reader, fluffy, SO funny and witty )

♥️  i'll be there for you series, 18+ only – @supernovafics ( in which you and steve end up at your childhood home after a shitty party at the house of one of your old high school friends. a frozen pizza and some spilled wine lead to another awkward moment between you two • steve harrington x reader, smut, fluff )

♥️  call me daddy, 18+ only – @stvharrngton ( gator’s got you bent over his bed and you accidentally discover a kink • gator tillman x reader, just straight up filthy smut )

♥️  spin doctor – @carolmunson ( eddie works at a record store, he’s a little snobby, sort of shy!reader if you squint and it’s the very late 90s • eddie munson x reader, witty banter and a teeny bit of fluff )

[alohastyles-x]

Scream - e.m.

*banner made by the lovely @atlaese

Scream - e.m.

Pairing: Ghostface! Eddie Munson x AFAB Reader

ummary: Eddie and you get freaky with a ghost face mask ;)

Warnings: 18+ below the cut | Minors DNI | smut, squirting, overstimulation, rough sex, face fucking, light bondage,

Wordcount:

Notes: first off, lets ignore what date Scream came out and pretend it existed in Eddie's timeline, secondly, I hope you enjoy, hehe | this could be seen as a part two to Halloween Traditions - e.m. or as a stand alone ; I may write an actual slasher!ghostface!Eddie horror story if you guys are interested , just let me know!

This work is apart of my House of Horror Stories event. Click below for guidelines and masterlist

House of Horror Stories Guidelines | House of Horror Stories Masterlist

*bat divider by: @silkholland | x-18 divider by: @fic-dumpster

“Babe, I have a surprise for you,” Eddie called out from the bathroom. You were sprawled out on the bed, wearing nothing but the halloween themed lingerie you had picked out just for tonight. Earlier in the night, the two of you had gone trick-or-treating, watched scary movies, and we’re now getting to the good part of the night: intimate time with your lover. 

“Oh really?” You taunt, grinning widely as you propped yourself on your elbows, waiting for him to come out of the bathroom. He hadn’t seen you in your vampiric inspired lingerie, and you were excited for him to see the red and black lace that decorated your skin. “Funny, I have one for you too,” you added. 

The door opened and Eddie appeared shirtless, his black jeans hanging low on his hips. His face was adorned with a black and white mask mimicking the ghost face from your favorite horror movie, Scream. 

“Holy shit…” the two of you said at the same time. You instantly became wet at the mere thought of Eddie pounding you from behind, looking back to see your hands tied and his mask ornamented on his face.  Eddie's pants became tight at the sight of you, beautiful curves and all highlighted by the tight strings and lacey features. 

“You like?” You asked, smiling. You rested your hands on your breasts, squeezing delicately. You could practically hear his mouth watering at the sight. He didn’t say anything, he just slowly walked towards you, reaching for the bondage ropes that hung on the wall next to the bed. 

“Ooh, already in character huh? You’re very goo-” you were cut off by Eddie’s hand clamping down on your mouth to shut you up. You couldn’t help but smile under his hand, a slight giggle escaping your throat. He flipped you over roughly, before getting on his knees on either side of you. 

Eddie grabbed your hands, wrapping the rope tightly around your wrists that were held tightly against your back. The rub dug into your skin just enough to send a euphoric rush through your body and into your bones. You looked behind you, feeling yourself get slick at the sight; your thoughts from before had come to life. Eddie grabbed your thighs, propping your knees up under you. You rested your head on its side, watching as he slightly spread your knees apart more. 

He lifted his mask up and rested it on his head, and you watched as his face disappeared behind you. His tongue instantly found your heat, tracing thick strings of saliva around your cunt. Moans escaped from your mouth at the feeling. 

He slipped a finger in… then one more and you lost control, unable to stop the pornographc sounds escaping your mouth. His rings hit the rim of your entrance, the cold metal mixed with the warmth of his breath sent shock waves through your body. 

“Fuck, Eddie, don’t stop,” you breathed out, gripping the sheets as you felt your orgasm coming quickly. You were right there, right on the edge… and suddenly the sensation was gone. Cold air hits your wet cunt, leaving you feeling empty and swollen all the same. You whimpered, turning back to look at Eddie who had placed the ghostface mask back on. 

“Eddie… please?” You continued on whimpering, begging for him to fill you again, to aid you in finishing. 

“Shhhh.” It came out muffled behind the mask, only enticing you even more. His hands moved to his belt, undoing it. The sound of metal fumbling against metal filled the air, his rings catching the low light of the bedroom, sparkling. You closed your eyes, reveling in the moment you were in, tied before your lover. 

He flipped you over to your back, careful that your hands weren’t in an uncomfortable position under you, before moving to straddle your chest. He was now naked, save for the mask, and was playing with his cock. You opened your mouth, showing him how ready you were for him. He was smiling, but you couldn’t tell. The sight of you being so submissive under him to the point he no longer had to command you made him even harder- if that was possible. 

He shoved his cock into your mouth, one of his hands moving to the back of your head to help support you. He thrusted deep and slow into your mouth, the sounds of you gagging against him making him dizzy. He let your head fall back on the pillow, and moved himself so he could thrust easier into your mouth. 

The idea of you letting him use your holes how he wanted, thrusting hard and choking on him was enough to make the both of you feral. Tears pricked your eyes and fell down your cheeks at the lack of air you were receiving. Coupled with the choking sounds made Eddie want to absolutely lose control, taking full advantage of you being tied and unable to stop him… 

… but he pulled out, not wanting to destroy you like that…yet. He let his wet dick trace against your chin, your neck, and then down to your breasts, before moving back down your body. He flipped you over so you were on your stomach again, and helped you prop your knees up again.

Suddenly, without warning, you were filled again, the size of him stretching you out. A low and animal-like grunt came from Eddie as he felt you clench around him. The feeling was almost too much for him, but he plowed into you, each stroke hitting the special spot that created the pornographic screams that were filling the air again.  He couldn’t see much out of the eyes of the mask, but what he could see made him go feral. The hazy sight of you before him, tied and ready for him to use as he pleased and how he pleased was so hot to him. He had to constantly keep himself in check, careful not to go too hard or too fast. He wanted you swollen and aching, not broken and seriously hurt. 

“Fucking A, Eddie,” you managed to scream out, once again gripping the bed sheets. You dug your face into the pillow, allowing yourself to scream as he rammed into you from behind, his balls hitting your clit with such force it was bringing you to your edge once again. 

“I’m… gonna… cum,” you grunted out, turning to look back behind you. Big mistake. You came right then and there, all over him. 

Eddie didn’t care; he continued pumping into you. He was surprised he didn’t finish with you, the feeling of your slick cunt was euphoric. But since he didn’t, he continued, ignoring your cries to stop. He knew if you really wanted it to end, you’d use your safeword. 

The animal-like grunts returned as he gripped your hips tighter, using them to steady himself as he thrusted into you. Sweat began to form on his chest, the sight of Eddie wet with sweat from his work done on you was bringing you to your edge again, and fast. Before you knew what was happening, your slick filled not just his cock inside of you, but sprayed all over his abdomen, adding to the glossiness of his sweat. Horror filled you as you just realized what you did for the very first time… 

… you had just squirted all over Eddie. 

“Fuck, y/n, that was hot,” Eddie grunted out, finally speaking. The reassurance made you feel instantly better, and you began taking control of your hips, rubbing against him. 

“Yeah?” You egged him on for more praise, but he went back to silence, as he rolled his head back. The feeling of you moving on his dick making him literally drool behind the mask; if only you could see. 

He felt his orgasm coming quickly, and allowed it to happen, filling you up deeply with his seed. The feeling almost made you cum again, but your body was too exhausted from the merciless pounding you just received to even try. 

Eddie pulled himself out, the sudden rush of cold air making you involuntarily whimper again, and laid down on the bed next to you. You rolled to your side, cuddling up next to him, your hands still tied. 

“You gonna untie me, slasher boy?” You asked, nodding to the mask. 

“Oh you think we’re done?” He said, a smirk evident in his tone. You looked up at him, waiting for the ‘just kidding’ to fall from his lips. 

He responded by flipping you over once more, this time so your back was against him, your hands laying flat against the top of his pubic line. 

“We’re just getting started.” 

| 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 |

[relocatedheads]

Mechanic!Eddie Headcanons

Ohmy- an eddie masterlist!!

PART 2 - more you say? more I give!!!  Read part 1 here :)

pst pt 3 

✁ I wanna focus on his shifts / shift patterns

✁ he works Saturdays and the odd few during the weeks 

✁ defo 8am till 5pm - will stay to help clean up too <3<3<3

✁ adores doing an evening - nothing hits best than an after school Thursday shift 

✁ this kid does overtime optionally 

✁ even though he starts at 8.. he’s never been in earlier than 8:30. 

✁ * intsert the chants of: “There she is!!” “Needed ya beauty sleep?” “better late than ever, princess” etc etc from all the boys*

✁ *and a “You lot better be leaving that Munson boy alone!?” shouted from the back office* 

✁ HIS JEANS ARE RIPPED FROM WORKING UNDER THE CARS !!!!! ^ PFFFFHHOOOWWW IM MELTINH ^^ yes the jeans weren’t ripped at purchase  ^^^ this is my favourite one. yes this is completely canon idk what ur talking about- hush

✁ the work attire, you ask? THE JEANS™, an old warn in tshirt - maybe its starting to thin rllllly badly... the SLEEVE IS RIPPED, defo has a beat up version of the reeboks 

✁ everyone telling him he needs steal toe caps but eddies confidence tells them he’s completely fine in usual trainers

✁ rag. back pocket. ALWAYS. NO QUESTIONS ASKED.

✁ he started off as the coffee boy, then the reception clerk but due to his inability to sit still he got thrown onto the garage floor fast!

✁ OHMYGOD BoYS!? when he was reception he’d never actually stay there, he'd always find himself in the Bosses office talking shit to him

✁ Boss and Wayne are pub besties! Eddies practically grew up with this man. if Wayne is basically eddie’s dad, Boss is eddie’s uncle!!!

✁ First times on garage floor: Eddie was the oddie = need a screw driver? ask Ed. Want a hand holding a tire up, Eddie’s got it. Cant be bothered to pick up the thing you just dropped? IITTSS EDDIIIEEEEEEEES JOB 

✁ Can’t convince me that these boys didn’t exploit this kid

✁ obvviousslyyy this is the start of the girly nicknames!!!  ✁ “Thanks pretty lady” “Cheers goregous”

✁ WAIT- NO- THEY CATCH EDDIE PUTTING HIS HAIR UP ONE DAY AND LORD THATS IT! HE’S FOREVER CEMENTED AS A LADY!!

✁ kid puts in a little too much effort into scrunching his hair back in the boys books - Eddie thinks not, he just doesn't wanna fight with it when taking it out later 

✁ all the boys fell in love with him pretty quickly -> bc no matter how scary he may try to look.. he is Wayne”s boy so how bd can he possibly be?

✁ all of them show him how to do things: like they’re semi fighting over who gets to look after him for that shift mostly so they can be lazy and use him for all sorts but

✁ when Eddie got to fix the first proper thing in a car other than swopping a tail light or refilling oil he went home to Wayne and GUSHED!!!! LIKE 1 HOUR LONG WORD VOMIT FOLLOWING WAYNE AROUND THE TRAILER EXPLAINING WHAT HE DID AND HOW

✁ queue a big dad love hug from Wayne “I’m very proud of you, son” 

[panickinganakin]

seek & destroy

eddie munson x fem!reader

you and eddie are driving home from a concert when you have to pull over

word count: 1863

a/n - this work is intended for mature readers, 18+ ONLY!! eddie munson is a man who fucks and i refuse to believe otherwise. this is a work of fiction written to satisfy my own little daydreams. 

warnings- smut, god loads and loads of it. others smaller things- unsafe driving conditions, little bit of biting. lots of cursing.

Eddie hit the blinker on the van, taking a sharp right turn. You were absolutely exhausted from the concert. You and Eddie had been lucky enough to score tickets to see Metallica last minute. "That was seriously the best show ever," Eddie groaned. "I already miss it." 

You nodded your head in agreement, "Maybe they'll come close enough again sometime soon. Then we can go again. Next time we can get better seats." You picked up a cassette tape from the console and pulled the plastic case open. You ejected the current tape and put in the other. 

"That would be incredible. I want to get so close they sweat on us," Eddie stated. 

You laughed and turned up the volume. The intro to Seek & Destroy started to play and you groaned, readjusting yourself in the seat. "God. This guitar intro literally sounds so horny."

Eddie looked over at you, his eyes moving down your body. "Yeah? Does it make you horny?" He asked with a sort challenging tone in his voice.

"It does," you answered honestly.

"Then you should take care of it." He responded.

"Should I?" You cooed, running a hand down your neck. 

Eddie watched your hand move down you neck, over your breasts and down to the hem of your shirt. You gripped the cloth between your fingers and peeled it up and over your head. You hadn't been wearing a bra so exposing your bare breasts to the air conditioning caused your nipples to pebble almost instantly. You cupped both of your breasts, kneading them softly, letting a soft moan slip through your lips. 

You looked at Eddie, he was watching you. "Shouldn't you be watching the road?"

"Keep going, don't mind me. I got this," his voice was low and gravely. 

You turned in your seat to face him so he could a better look at you. You used your left hand to pinch at your nipple and slowly dragged your right hand down your stomach, sliding it below the waist band of your jean shorts. "Take those off," Eddie said. 

You listened to what he said taking more time than necessary. You unbuttoned them slowly and took even more time to pull them down. You flung the shorts in the back and arched yourself up a little, moving your hand back down over your stomach. You leaned forward, holding out your two middle fingers. Eddie gave you a look that made chills erupt all over your body before he took those fingers in his mouth, swirling his tongue around on them. When you pulled them from his mouth a trail of saliva followed. 

You rubbed your fingers over your slit, rubbing his saliva around on yourself. You moved your fingers in circles over your clit slowly, a moan escaping you. Eddie was watching you intently which should have made you want to stop so he would focus on driving but the way he was looking at you only made your core heat even more. You were becoming extremely aroused. You settled the two fingers at your entrance, using your other hand to pinch your nipples again. 

You let a breath and looked at Eddie, "Do you want me to keep going?"

Eddie reached over, turning up the volume of the music and you grinned, sinking your fingers inside of yourself. 

You curled your fingers upward and slowly pumped in and out of yourself. You arched your back, moaning loudly. You looked over at Eddie and seen he looked like he was going to bust of his jeans. "Do you like this? Watching me?" You said in a breathy voice. 

"Oh, Princess. You have no idea," there was a hint of desperation in his tone. It sent a jolt of excitement through you. You pulled your hands away from yourself and got down in the floor in the space between the two seats. 

Perching yourself up on your knees, you ran a hand over his bulge and he groaned. "Watch the road," you instructed.

You unbuttoned Eddie's jeans and he lifted up slightly, allowing you to pull them down slightly. You pulled his cock through the slit in his boxers and whimpered. Eddie was huge. The biggest you ever had actually. Which, didn't surprise you. He was also the hottest guy you had ever been with and goddamn this man knew how to use that cock. 

You leaned up, and parted your lips. You dragged your tongue up his length and Eddie fisted your hair, letting out a groan. "Fuck," he said. 

You let spit dribble down his shaft before you slowly took all of him into your mouth, moving your head up and down. "Goddamn, baby," he breathed. 

You used one hand to pump him as your mouth moved on him his as well. You swirled your tongue around the sensitive spot of his head and his legs jerked slightly. He pulled your hair and you moaned against his dick. 

You started to suck softly, pulling him in and out of your mouth at a slow pace. He pushed his hand against your head, making you go down as far you could, a small gag escaping you. Your eyes watered and you moaned again. You started to move faster now, trying to match the rhythm of the song.

You felt the van slowing down before it came to a complete stop. "Get in the back," Eddie told you. 

He hopped out of the van and walked around to the back as you crawled over the seat. He had taken the seats out of the van and replaced it with a soft mattress and multiple blankets and pillows. He opened the back door and he was already shrugging off his shirt before pulling down on his jeans. You weren't sure where he had parked you but you didn't care at this point. All you wanted was him inside of you. 

Eddie crawled onto the bed and you pressed a hand against his shoulder, pushing for him to lay down. He did as you suggested and you felt your stomach burn with anticipation. Eddie was good with everything. His fingers, his dick and especially his tongue. 

You threw a leg over him and wrapped your arms around the front driver seat so you had something to hold on as you lowered yourself down onto his face. As soon as you shifted yourself down, Eddie's tongue ran up the entirety of your slit causing you to squeal and shift away from him. 

He gripped your love handles and yanked you back down, moving his tongue in directions you weren't able to process. You moaned loudly, throwing your head back, feeling your hair cascade down your back, causing you to moan again. Fucking Eddie set your whole body on fire. You became a bundle of nerves and touch anywhere on your body from anything only made you more wet. 

He gripped you tightly as you bucked forward. The feeling of his warm tongue pressing into your folds and lapping you up sent you towards a euphoric downfall quicker than anything. "Fuck," you squealed, "Ah, Eddie," your voice was high pitched as his teeth grazed against your clit, a sharp gasp escaped you and your hips jerked, hitting your first climax. He held you tightly against him, refusing to stop even as your wiggled and clenched from your orgasm. 

He finally let go and you moved away slowly, your legs still shaking. You moved yourself down lower on him, still straddling him. You pressed his cock upward so it would lay against his body. Positioning him between your folds, you grinded up and down slowly, his cock rubbing against your clit. Eddie groaned and you made a loud moaning noise before grinning down at him. "Fuck, Princess. You're so fucking naughty. Why do you want to tease me?" He asked, running a hand down your face. He let his hand trail down your neck and stop at your breasts. He lifted his other hand so he could pinch both of your nipples. 

You sucked in a breath then leaned down, pressing your mouth against his, still grinding him between your folds. You could taste yourself on his lips and it made you even more turned on. You licked his lips then ran your tongue down his neck before biting a spot on his throat gently, sucking to leave a mark. You lifted your ass up and grabbed Eddie's cock, guiding it to your entrance. 

Eddie moaned and closed his eyes as you sat yourself down on him slowly. "Shit," you breathed, moving back and down slowly at first. "God, Eddie. I love fucking you."

"Is that so?" He grinned, raising his head and placing a kiss on your wrist. 

You used one hand to grip the back of the front seat then started to move quickly now. Eddie arched his ass slightly allowing for all of his length to fit in you now. You gasped and lifted up quicker. "Fuck. You feel so good," Eddie moaned. 

He pressed his thumb against your clit and you shuddered, "Eddie," your voice was a whimper. 

"What, Princess?"

"God," you choked out. He slithered a hand up your body and wrapped his fingers around your throat, squeezing the sides gently. You looked down at him and the hunger in his eyes made you move quicker. You made another noise that and weren't sure it were a moan, a whimper or cry. 

"No one fucks like you, baby girl," he moaned, pressing his thumb hard against your clit and moving it in quick circles. 

"Mmm, ah," you cried out, "Eddie. Fuck." You slid as far down as you could, your thighs pressing completely against him. You hips jerked and your inside clenched, causing your ass to jerk forward as an orgasm washed over you. 

"You're so hot when you do that. You can't even control what your body does when you're fucking me," he said quietly. He stuck the thumb he was using to rub you into your mouth. You closed your lips around it and moaned, starting to ride him again. "Good girl," he encouraged. He pulled the thumb from your mouth then smacked your ass, causing you to cry out. 

"You like that don't you? God, you're so fucking hot," he arched himself higher and even though you just had another orgasm there was another coming. You sped up again, moving up and down on him quickly. 

Eddie moaned loudly, grabbing your ass and crashing you down against him before lifting you up and doing it again. You loved when he did this, it made you feel like a fuck toy. "G-god," you choked out.

"That's not my name, doll."

"Eddie!" you squealed out, another climax crashing over you. He continued to move you up and down on his cock as you clenched around him. With a loud moan he pushed you as far down as you could go. You felt a warmth filling you and you sighed happily, slumping over on top of him. 

"Goddamnn. I love you." He panted. 

"I know," you countered, placing a kiss on the tip of his nose. 

[hematomes]

CRYING RN ur dreams are so??? insane LMFAO the only dream. i remember clearly was me n my sisters were in fnaf and we had to hide out until 6am so we climbed into a giant freddy head except the animatronics found us and were climbing to get us and then it was 6am and we were safe...

EXCEPT THEY FUCKING TURNED THEIR HEADS TO US AND LUNGED like their faces opened up like the demogorgon from stranger thigns.

i woek up screaming :')

ZJDKZ NOOO I WAS WAITING FOR THE GOOD ENDING <////3

tbh i generally remember my dreams for like 1h after i wake up (unless i fall back asleep) so sometimes i take notes zjdkz but most of the time it's all nightmares or cringy stuff that feels like im y/n in a kpop wattpad fanfiction (which is almost worst than nightmares tbh.)

this one felt slightly cringy when i woke up BUT it wasn't really stressful so it's part of the goods ones

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crappymixtape recos

going to try and do this at least once a month – sharing fics that have just blown me away ❤ so many talented writers on here omg 🥺 show them some love and BE KIND, REBLOG! xoxo, 💿 FIND THE REST OF MY FIC RECS HERE -> IN THE TAGS EVERY MONTH

♥️ honey, baby, love you, be home soon – @atinylittlepain ( oh dear god, this is going to be the sweetest, softest shit i stg, dad!steve harrington and the best oc to ever exist on the planet – i cannot wait • steve harrington x f!oc, fluff, tbd )

♥️ girl boy masterlist +18 – @atinylittlepain ( masterlist for the above series ft. steve harrington and andy – a series of fics about a boy falling hard for a girl • steve harrington x f!oc, fluff, smut )

♥️ i guess it’s never really over +18 – @loveshotzz ( a broken down car, a party at reefer rick’s, and a bandaid that needs to be ripped off • mechanic!steve harrington x reader, exes to lovers )

♥️ his hands +18 – @loveshotzz ( thinking about Steve flirting with you at a party by comparing hand sizes • steve harrington x reader )

♥️ orange juice +18 – @sattlersquarry ( yes, i’m rec’ing this one again because fhdjkalfhsjka it’s so fucking perfect – steve's world changes in the worst way when he loses you. he struggles to move on...but he learns he might not have to when he miraculously gets a second chance with you • steve harrington x reader, TWs, hurt / comfort )

♥️ freaks come out at night masterlist +18 – @superblysubpar ( an AU with stories exploring the messy relationship your boyfriend, eddie munson, and you invite steve harrington to be a part of • boyfriend!eddie munson x fem!reader x steve harrington )

♥️ shit, i don’t think i hate you anymore – @lovebugism ( your new years kiss ends up being the loudmouth, metalhead, wild-haired boy you can’t stand • enemies to lovers, grumpy!reader, eddie munson x reader )

♥️ maybe this year +18 – @supernovafics ( in which a new year’s dinner at the apartment sparks a bet— that you and steve are completely unaware of— among the friend group • bestfriend!roommate!steve harrington x fem!reader )

♥️ your first kiss – @bruisedboys ( celebration request for ‘was that your first kiss’ with steve harrington and god this is just jfkda;fhjksa • steve harrington x f!reader )

♥️ like it’s love series +18 – @upsidedownwithsteve ( Love is born into every human being; it calls back the halves of our original nature together; it tries to make one out of two and heal the wound of human nature. Each of us, then, is a ‘matching half’ of a human whole…and each of us is always seeking the half that matches him • steve harrington x f!reader, soulmate au )

♥️ physical touch valentine’s event +18 – @upsidedownwithsteve ( love languages with steve and while the sex is good, it’s everything afterwards that makes you so soft for him • steve harrington x reader, fluff, smut )

♥️ that dark blue polo – @stevebabey ( finding steve so so so pretty in that stupid dark blue polo, not being able to really look at him properly. it’s tight against his chest and stomach which makes him look delicious, wanting to be devoured really. he’s simply so pretty. worst thing is: he fucking knows it • steve harrington x shy!reader )

♥️ let’s go home – @xspeter ( the softest little blurb of all time omg, crying, just you asking stevie to go home after you survived the upside down • steve harrington x reader )

[alohastyles-x]

Psycho Killer - b.h.

Summary: You were dating the school hottie, but his possessive tendencies go a little too far...

Pairing: slasher!billy x reader ft Steve. Harrington

Wordcount: 6.8k

Warnings: Violence, descriptions of blood and gore, (Does not glorify Billy Hargrove), may cause anxiety idk - read at your own risk!

Notes: To kick off spooky szn- and my House or Horror Stories Event, I present to you: Slasher Billy Hargrove in Psycho Killer!! I'm super proud of this fic, it's my baby so treat her well

House of Horror Sdtories Masterlist

The brisk autumn air rustled through the trees, stray leaves making their way to the ground. Halloween decorations littered the yards in the neighborhood you were walking through to get to school. Cobwebs- both real and fake- dusted the bushes, cars, and anything else that gave off a spooky effect. Leaves were entangled in the white lacy fabric of the faux cobwebs, adding to the vibe. 

It was your favorite time of year. The air was just chilled enough to wear a variation of styles of outfits, all that your boyfriend, Billy Hargrove, thirsted over when you wore. On days when you were feeling particularly scandalous, you wore a pair of tights with a slight rip in the crotch- discreet enough to not be noticed, but wide enough to give him easy access. He absolutely hated you for it; in a good way of course. 

The thing about Billy is that he’s a maniac, especially when it comes to you. There was a dark side to Billy you never questioned, even though you probably should have. If anyone messed with you, the next day they showed up with a broken nose, a black eye, and an apology. It was his signature move: No one fucked with you, and no one fucked with Billy Hargrove. 

After the first couple of guys showed up to school bloodied up, no one dared mess with you. Boys were blubbering fools around you, making sure they didn’t say anything that would offend or upset you. School got a lot easier for you too, as your bullies dropped one by one. Your grades went up, and you climbed the social ladder next to Billy. You couldn’t be more grateful. 

“There she is, speak of the devil,” Billy shouted once he saw you step onto the school grounds. A smile spread across your lips as you walked up to him. 

“I was just talking about you,” he mumbled against your lips, as he leaned down and gave you a kiss. 

“Oh yeah? My ears were ringing,” you responded. When you pulled back from his lips, Billy pulled you right back into his side- where you belonged. His friends continued their jovial conversation, and Billy snaked an arm around your waist, under your coat,  hooking a finger in the band of your skirt. 

Something red to your right caught your attention, and you let your eyes focus on what you saw: Steve Harrington with a bloodied nose and a bruised eye. Robin was next to him, shooting daggers in your direction. 

“Billy? Did you do that to Steve?” You asked, concerned. Steve was your lab partner in biology, he was nothing but sweet to you. You couldn’t imagine how he would end up in this situation. 

“Who? Oh, Harrington. I don’t remember,” he snickered, which was an obvious yes. You whipped back around to face Billy. 

“What? Why, what did he do?” 

“I don’t like the way he was lookin’ at you,” Billy just shrugged, as if that was the most natural reasoning in the world. 

“Billy!” You scoffed, upset that he did something so stupid over something so trivial. 

“What?” Billy asked, pissed you were questioning him. He got that look in his eye that screamed ‘don’t push him’. He cocked his head, waiting to see if you were going to behave. You decided to let it go, figuring it was just a one time thing. 

Oh, if only hindsight was 20/20. 

Later that day, you walked into your bio class and saw Steve sitting at your lab table. His head was down, a ball cap perched on his head. Some hair fell over his blackened eye. The blood from earlier no longer adorned his nose, but it was still bright red. It was clear he got into an altercation. 

“Well don’t you look particularly goth today,” you commented, noticing his all black attire that you somehow missed earlier. Steve didn’t respond. Usually, the two of you were able to goof off of one another, bantering back and forth. 

Today was different. 

“Hello? Did you hear me?” You asked, waving a hand in front of his face. “Earth to Steve!” 

“Y/N, I think it’s best we don’t talk to each other anymore, okay?” Steve responded, finally. It was just a whisper, but you could have heard it from across the room.

“What? Why?”  

But you got no response. You sighed loudly and opened your binder, ready to start class. It was then, a scrap of paper slid your way. You looked over to Steve, who was still looking down at his thumbs. As you opened the tiny piece of paper though, you instantly recognized it as his handwriting. 

‘Sorry. Billy made me do it.’ 

You grabbed your pencil off the table and wrote back. 

‘Made you do what?” You squeezed onto the space of paper he ripped off. You slid it back to him, and waited inpatiently for him to respond. Your leg shook violently under the table. Finally, after what felt like ages, the little slip of paper landed in front of you again. 

‘Unfriend you’ 

You simply shook your head. You knew he wasn’t going to go against Billy- not after what he did to his face. You may be hot, but you weren’t worth being pummeled every day over- you had to agree with that. You tore the note up, and shoved the remnants in your pocket. 

After class ended, you gathered your things and met Billy out in the hallway. He always waited for you after class. You weren’t sure how he managed to get there so fast, but you never questioned it. 

“Hey Harrington, what happened to your face?” Billy asked, filling the hallway with his own laughter as Steve just shook his head and continued down the hallway. 

“My god, Billy, what is wrong with you?” You asked, shocked he was acting like this. It was one thing when a guy touched you without your permission, or made a nasty comment- but Steve? Steve was innocent. You were sure of it.

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you, why do you keep defending him? I told you, I don’t like how he looks at you. Just trust me. I know skeevy guys better than you.” 

“Oh yeah? Then why did I always have to bring those skeevy guys to your attention?” You retorted, pushing Billy off of you. You were causing a scene, but you didn’t care. 

“Oh, don’t you walk away from me!” Billy hollered. You raised your middle finger up in the air as you continued to walk away. The hallway filled with ‘oooh’s’ as onlookers reveled in your very public argument. The day was finally over, so you made your way out to the parking lot. 

Robbin and Steve were still in the hallway, watching your disagreement go down. Robin rolled her eyes and slammed her locker shut. 

“It’s just not fair, Steve, why do dickheads like that get to rule the school, and people like us just, just get lost in the background of society, completely abandoned and forgotten? I mean has a single person asked what happened to you today? Or even point out your injuries?” Robin rambled. 

“Actually, yeah. Y/n did.”

“Ugh, don’t even say her name, I can’t hear it right now.” Robin continued ranting about the atrocities of society and the patriarchy, but Steve tuned her out. There was only one thing on his mind: you. 

Steve knew why he sustained the injuries on his face. Billy had overheard him discussing his crush with Robin and the second your name slipped, Billy had a hold on Steve’s hair, yanking him back. 

“What did you just say, Harrington?” He had asked, gripping his hair harder. 

“Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, come on man, I didn’t say anything bad,” Steve mumbled, his hands moving defensively to guard his head. 

“Hey, man, get off!” Robin shouted, attempting to push Billy away. This just pissed him off even more, but he knew he couldn’t do anything to Robin since she was a girl. So he turned back to the one he could rough up. 

Robin gave Steve an apologetic look as Billy laid him a good one, right in the middle of his face. It knocked Steve flat on his back, but Billy was quick to stand over him, grabbing the collar of his shirt. 

“I don’t ever want to hear her name fall from your mouth again, Harrington. Understood?” Billy snarled. 

“We… we have classes together, man, what do you want me to do?” Steve stuttered. Billy didn’t like him talking back. He raised his fist and landed another blow to Steve’s face- this time, right in his eye. Steve groaned, his vision going blurry. 

“Don’t talk to her then, that clear enough for you?” Billy spat, quite literally, in Steve’s face, before releasing him. His back hit the ground with a thud, before Robin was right by his side helping him sit back up. The last thing he saw was Billy’s leather jacket and jeans walking away before he passed out from the blows. 

Steve was going to have a hard time keeping that promise to Billy. You had no idea he’s had a crush on you all year. You were all he talked about with his friends; quite frankly, they were tired of hearing about you. But he couldn’t stop. He was mesmerized by you, the way you move, the way your voice reminded him of smooth honey. The way you smelled intoxicated him, filling up with the scent of jasmine and vanilla. If he could bottle it up, he would. He had you mostly figured out. You were pristine- at least in public- never letting Billy get too handsy with you. You liked things neat, orderly, your books all had to stack on the edge of the desk. If you wore jeans, you always wore your boots, but if you wore your skirts, then you always wore some keds. It was like a ritual. He could always count on it too. 

The only thing he couldn’t figure out about you, was why you went after him. The idiot asshole of the school. You could have had anyone you wanted, and you chose him. Steve wouldn’t have been so upset if you chose, literally, anyone else. But you chose his competition in everything. And he couldn’t pass it off as you being dumb, or naieve- he saw the grades you got, and he saw the looks you gave Billy; you knew exactly what you were doing. 

You were just having your fun, and he had to get over it. 

“Steve… Steve!” Robin was waving a hand in front of his face. The two of them had reached Steve’s car, and he was just stood in front of it. 

“Oh, right, sorry,” Steve responded, pulling himself out of his thoughts. Just as he was about to unlock the car though, a scream from across the courtyard caught his attention. It sounded just like you. 

It was you. 

But he quickly saw Billy’s hands around your waist, and you with a giant smile on your face. It was nothing but youthful bliss. Apparently, the two of you had made up; hot and cold you were. 

That night, you found yourself home alone. Your parents had gone out for their anniversary, and left a note saying they were going to be late. Deciding to have a movie night, you made some popcorn on the stove, and poured yourself a glass of soda. There weren't many movies in your home, besides an elite collection of horror movies you had stolen from Family Video over the last year that Steve had started working there. 

Sometimes you went in just to hang out, watch him as he weaved in between the shelves, either talking to Robin or attempting- horribly- to flirt with the ladies that came in. He never seemed to notice you though as you slinked behind him. 

You selected April Fools Day, and popped it into the tape player. Grabbing the bowl of popcorn and your soda, you went over to the couch and sat down. You draped a blanket over your legs and settled in. You were about to hit play, when the curt, loud ring of the phone cut through the silence. 

For a minute, it sent chills down your spine, but you got up and headed over to the receiver. 

“Hello?” You said, cautiously. You glanced at the clock. 11 p.m. Who would be calling this late?

“Hey, baby, I like what you’re wearing.” The sentence made you stop dead in your tracks, your heart sinking instantly. 

“W-what?” You stuttered into the phone. There was heaving breathing on the other end that got louder, and louder, until… 

“Boo!” Billy’s hands found your waist, making you scream and drop the phone. 

“Oh my god! Billy! What the fuck!” You screeched, as tears began to form. You hated that you were on the verge of crying, but he scared the absolute shit out of you. 

“You should really keep your doors locked, babe. It’s not safe, you didn’t even hear me come in!” Billy’s tone changed in the quick of an instant. He was like this, calm and goofy one second, and insufferable the next.

“I- I thought I locked the door behind me?” You questioned, vividly remembering turning around and locking it when you got home.

“The basement door was unlocked.” 

Chills went down your spine again. Why was Billy wandering around your house, and why did he even try the basement door? You were about to ask him these things, but his mouth was quickly on yours, making you instantly melt and forget any possible question you had formed.  

The night took a turn for the best, as Billy made you remember just why you liked him. His body was absolutely delicious, making all the negatives seem worth it to you- especially to know his body was all yours. It was like your treat for putting up with what you did. Billy knew this too, he always made sure to oil up his body before, if he wasn’t already sweaty, to give his skin that glistening look you loved so much. 

After you had finished, and the two of you were cuddled on the couch, you decided to bring up Steve again. 

“Billy, I really don’t like what you did to Steve. We’re just friends, and he’s harmless.” 

“Shh, none of that right now baby,” he whispered, focusing his attention back to the movie. 

“No, I’m serious,” you sat up, grabbing the remote and pausing the movie. This made Billy groan. 

“Y/n, I’m not discussing this right now, be a good girl and listen.”

“But-”

“No! No but’s! God, we were having such a great night, why do you always have to turn it into something. I don’t like Steve. He’s a twit for brains and he’s got some nerve thinking he can act however he wants around you,” Billy started. He was yelling now, getting up from his position on the couch. He grabbed your cheeks in between his thumbs, pursing your lips forward. You whimpered at the pain. 

“You are mine, y/n, mine. And if I ever see you talking to that idiot, he’s dead. You understand?” 

You nodded your head slowly, and he released your cheeks. 

“Good girl.”

A week later you were sitting next to Steve in Bio. He was quiet today, something you deemed your new ‘normal’. The two of you had settled into a nice routine, however, of briefly nodding at each other when you sat down, and quickly looking around to make sure none of Billy’s spies had snuck in to see. Then, you’d settle your head into your palm, while Steve rested on his arm on the desk, and waited for the instruction to start. 

“Alright, I have a new lab assignment for you guys, this one will span the course of the next couple of days, so you will have to work on it outside of class,” the teacher said, causing a chorus of groans to echo through the room. 

“I know, I know, but I was nice enough this time to let you guys work on it with the lab partners at your table.” 

Panic began to run through you, and you were stunned in your seat. Oh no, this wasn’t good. What were you going to do? You couldn't ask to switch partners without having to explain why… and you could not think of a decent explanation off the top of your head. You definitely couldn’t tell him the truth, that your boyfriend threatened to kill your lab partner if you spoke to him…. 

“So, I guess we’re lab partners,” Steve said timidly as he glanced around the room. He was nervous too. 

“I guess so,” you gave a nervous laugh. “I guess we can meet at my place after school, my parents won’t be home so it’ll be easy to get today’s part done and over with?” You suggested. The truth was, you didn’t want Billy to somehow follow and find out where Steve lived- even though it was a small town and all Billy had to do was ask a passerby and easily find out where the Harrington’s lived. 

“That works, I can meet you there after school, to save you the, uh, trouble. Just write down your address,” Steve tore a tiny slip of paper and slid it your way. You quickly jotted it down and slid it back. It was like the two of you just exchanged a price for a very expensive, very illegal item. 

“Good deal.” Steve said, quickly sliding the note into his jeans. 

You gave him a small smile, and a quick nod, before focusing back on the teacher. You couldn’t stop your leg from violently shaking underneath the table though. Steve noticed; of course he noticed. He wanted so desperately to reach out and still your leg, keeping his hand on your knee until you felt safe and secure. It was killing him that he had to sit and watch you stress. 

Finally, to his relief, the bell rang, signaling the end of class. You shot up from your seat, leaving immediately to meet Billy in the hall with a smile.  Billy caught Steve’s eye from the door and gave him his signature smirk, before wrapping a protective arm around your shoulder and walking you out of the building. 

“What do you say we go get some shakes, baby?” Billy asked, catching you off guard. Something was up, he never asked you to hang out immediately after school. You immediately looked behind you, looking to see if Steve was anywhere close by; he wasn’t. 

“I would, but I have this huge lab project for science I have to complete,” you answered, hoping Billy would bite the bait and let it go. 

“Just one shake, come onnnn,” he pleaded. “If you’re gonna be busy with homework the next couple of days, then I want to see you before you disappear into your little study cave.” 

You contemplated his answer for a second, before nodding your head. He gave you yet another ‘good girl’, patted your head,  and opened the passenger door of his camaro for you. You slid in, and as you did so, you made eye contact with Steve across the lot. He got the message: you were going to be a bit. 

When Billy dropped you back off at your house, you breathed a sigh of relief. That relief only flourished as you saw him round the corner out of your neighborhood. Not long after, Steve could be seen walking up the hill. It was obvious he parked a couple of streets over; smart. You never thought of that. 

“Alright, you ready?” Steve asked once he reached the end of your driveway. Feeling guilty, you sheepishly nodded and led him inside. You were unsure why you felt guilty, it’s not like you were doing anything wrong. You were literally just working on an assignment.

But a part of you knew Billy’s threat wasn’t just a bluff. He was never one to be all talk and no bite. If Billy said someone would be dead, then someone would be bloodied and pummeled on the ground, barely breathing before he decked one final blow. 

“Do you want anything to drink or eat?” You asked, trying to shake off the thoughts of a bloody Steve. 

“Just water, for now,” Steve responded, taking a seat at the kitchen table. You poured him a glass of water, and a glass for yourself and sat down next to him. 

The two of you began working on the lab assignment, but soon got distracted by asking questions with absolutely no academic relation. It started when you asked him how his nose healed. 

“It healed alright, just tender,” he responded, pinching the bridge of his nose. Your face softened as you watched him wince when his fingers pinched a little too hard. Getting up from your seat, you went to the freezer and grabbed a bag of frozen peas, then grabbed a towel. 

“Here, this will help the tenderness,” you handed him the frozen bag wrapped in the floral kitchen towel. 

“Thanks,” he took it, and gingerly placed it on his nose. The sight made your heart sink. This was all your fault, even though you weren’t entirely sure what happened between them. You knew Billy wouldn’t tell you, but maybe…

“What happened? What made him do this to you?” It came out rushed and flustered, which just made Steve chuckle, instantly thinking of Robin. 

“I honestly don’t know. One minute, I was sitting there talking to Robin, I may have name dropped you, but not for anything negative, and the next thing I know my head is being yanked back by my hair.” 

“Oh, god, Steve… I’m so sorry,” you responded, tears forming in your eyes.

“Oh hey, hey, hey, it’s not your fault, shhh,” Steve comforted, setting the bag of peas down and bringing his other hand up to your cheek. He rested his other arm against the back of your chair.   

“It is!” You sobbed. 

“Shhh, no, it’s not y/n. It’s his and his insecure, uncontrollable rage, I’m fine, see!” He pulled a goofy smile, only wincing slightly when his nose scrunched. It made you chuckle. 

“I promise, y/n, it’s okay. I’m okay,” he whispered. 

You stared into his eyes, completely mesmerized by them. You hadn’t ever noticed their color before now. They weren’t just brown, they were darkly golden, the color of chestnuts with little hazy streaks in them. They were beautifully captive, pulling you in slowly. You wanted those eyes to watch you come completely undone. To see what the thoughts made you do to yourself alone in your bed at night; it wasn’t Billy you thought of.  

“y/n…” you hadn’t even realized you were slowly leaning in, until Steve softly grabbed your chin to stop you. Oh god, what were you doing! 

“I-I’m so sorry,” you whispered, but you didn’t pull away. Neither did he. The two of you just stared at each other, both of you wishing so desperately you could lean in and give into the temptation. 

Suddenly, a thump from down stairs pulled you from your sinful thoughts and made your blood run ice cold. You remembered Billy sneaking in the other night through your basement door. Fuck. It was probably him, trying to prove a point again.

“Go, fuck, you have to hide!” You whispered, grabbing Steve by the jacket and pulling him up. 

“What?” He clearly hadn’t heard the same thump you did, but you knew in your gut that Billy was here. 

“He’s here!” You continued shoving him down the hall and into the guest bedroom. “Hide somewhere in here, and be quiet, please, for the love of god, don’t make a sound.” 

He heard the panic in your voice, which only raised the panic in him. Clumsily, he managed to slide himself under the bed. 

Back in the kitchen, you were quickly shoving Steve’s things in his bag, and frantically trying to find a place to hide it. You haphazardly shoved it on the side of the couch Billy never really goes, and ran back into the kitchen. 

You had just settled back into your seat when you realized the bag of peas were still out on the counter. You heard the basement door creak open. Fuck, it was too late to try and move them. Taking a deep breath, you posed yourself over your homework, as if  you had been studying this whole time. Maybe he won’t see it.

“Y/n? I thought your parents weren’t supposed to be him?” He asked, looking around cautiously.

“They’re not,” you responded, very confused. 

“I thought I heard voices…” he trailed off, still glancing around.  

“What are you even doing sneaking in here” you asked, taking a big gulp. He could sense the vibes were off. 

“What? I can’t come see my girlfriend?” He asked, suddenly very serious.

“What?” You responded, trying to calm your nerves to sound normal, but this bait and switch left you utterly confused. It wasn’t enough for Billy though, he could sense your anxiety like an animal tracking its prey. Because that's what Billy was: an Animal. It was clear to you now, in the way he moved towards you, slow and meticulous, as if he was backing you into a corner. 

“So, no one’s here?” He circled back to the original question. 

“No, Billy, it’s just me.”

“So, who are the frozen peas for?” He asked condescendingly, as he pointed to the bag in front of you. Shit. 

“Don’t play dumb with me, little girl,” he sneered when you took too long to answer. 

“I was t-thawing them.” Crap. Your voice betrayed you.He smirked, getting a thrill from seeing you twitch uncomfortably in front of him. 

“You’re up to something… someones here.”He was now in front of you, his finger pointing in your face. You gulped. He knew. 

“Let's find out who it is,” he boasted dramatically, pushing off your chair and twirling around to face the living room. You hesitated in your seat, thinking he’s just playing one of his sick games, the ones that leave you crying and sobbing and him cradling you, soothing you to sleep. He was sick and twisted, this wasn’t new to you, and you weren’t sure why you continued to be with him. 

He moved his way around the living room, looking around. He stopped suddenly as he looked to his left. Fuck, fuck fuck. He found it. He leaned down and grabbed the object he was looking at. 

“Whose is this huh?” He asked, holding the black bag up to the light. You stayed silent, not a single word coming to your mouth to say. Work, brain work, you scolded yourself. 

Billy moved slowly towards you again, holding the bag away from him as if it was infected. He wasn’t dumb, he knew exactly whose it was: the same person who drove the BMW parked down the street. When you continued to stay silent, your leg shaking violently against the chair leg, he felt his rage surge. 

“I said, whose bag is it?” He yelled, chucking the bag at you. It hit your face, leaving a red mark where the metal zippers had hit. Tears sprung in your eyes at the sharp, quick pain of the metal snapping against your cheek.  

“See, I already know whose bag it is. I just need you to say it. You never listen, y/n. Now, I have to do something I really don’t want to do.” 

“Billy, no!” You screamed as he stalked into the kitchen, grabbing a knife from the butcher's block. It glittered in the kitchen light, the stainless steel reflecting rays across the kitchen. 

“You left me no choice. I gave you one, simple little rule, and you had to go and break it. I won’t go easy on him… but I promise to go easy on you.” He twisted the knife on the pad of his pointer finger, drawing a few drops of blood. When enough blood had formed, he walked over to you and ran his finger down your cheek. The sight of his blood mixing with your tears enticed him, and he couldn’t help but run his finger down and into your mouth. You were stunned in your seat at the psychotic man he was turning into before you. 

“Billy, please don’t do this,” you whispered, your voice trembling. He stroked your cheek with the hand that was still bloody. 

“Oh honey… you brought this on yourself.” His hands snaked their way up into your hair, before gripping around a portion of it. You whimpered at the pain, and that only seemed to rile him up. 

“Billy stop! You’re hurting me!” 

“No,” he chuckled. His eyes darkened as he pulled you up out of the chair by your hair. He began to drag you down the hall and into your bedroom. You were kicking and screaming the whole way, making sure to kick against the spare bedroom door to warn Steve. There was a window he could crawl out of to easily escape. 

“Billy, please, stop!” You choked out, trying to get him off of your hair. He slammed your head back against your foot board, before taking the cuffs out of your bedside draw you once used with him. He cuffed you to the end of the bed, making sure anything useful was out of reach- including the key that he shoved in his front pocket. 

You were sobbing uncontrollably at this point, pleading with him to let you go. Something overcame him and he couldn’t stop. The intensity of the situation, the anxiety, the control… he thrived off of it.

“Now, I gotta go find this boy toy of yours and take care of him. He really likes you, you know. Too much to stay away I guess.” He placed a kiss on your forehead, and walked out. You screamed a blood curdling scream, praying silently that Steve had left. 

“Oh Steve,” Billy said in a sing-song voice as he walked down the hall, looking into all the bedrooms. He finally reached the spare bedroom, and turned the doorknob slowly. 

Steve took a deep breath in, and held it. Of course Steve was still in there. He wasn’t going to leave you alone with a psycho, no matter how much that psycho claimed he loved you. Billy was blood thirsty now, and no love could stop that. 

During your altercation with Billy though, Steve had managed to silently take down the metal rod from the closet, and snuck it back under the bed he was in. He could hear Billy whistling, and watched as his boots scuffed against the hardwood floor. He paused at the foot of the bed. 

Steve heard the bed squeak as Billy sat down on it, reveling in the suspension. 

“I know you’re in here Harrington.” His voice was raspy, as he stared blankly ahead. It was like he was possessed. Steve took this as his chance to try and escape. He slowly slid from under the bed, trying his best to be quiet. 

Steve was almost free, when his foot got caught against the footpost on the bed. He mentally cursed himself as Billy whipped around. He had the big butcher knife from the kitchen in his hand, pointing it at Steve. 

“Listen, man, we can talk this out,” Steve pleaded, holding one hand behind his back. Stupid, stupid Billy just thought he was trying to find the door handle. He smiled, thinking he had him caught. 

In a matter of seconds, Billy had leaped forward with the knife, snagging Steve on the arm just as Steve swung the rod from behind his back and smacked Billy over the head with it. His thick body landed with a thud on the ground. He was unconscious. 

“y/n?” Steve yelled, running into your room. He saw the tears glistening your cheeks, as well as the handcuff that had now reddened your wrist from when you tried slipping out of it.

“Steve!” You were excited to see him alive. You for sure thought that Steve had hit the floor and not billy. 

“Oh my god you’re bleeding!” You panicked, noticing the blood dripping down Steve’s arm.

“Shh, it’s okay, I’m gonna get you out of here, okay?” He noticed the blood on your face and a concerned look flashed across. He quickly tried to find the source of the blood, but you pulled away. 

“It’s his,” you whispered, trying not to think back to when he drug his blood across your skin. 

“That sick bastard.”

All you could do was cry in response. He looked frantically around for the key, and the grim thought finally forefronted in your mind. 

“Steve,” you whispered, defeated. “He… he has the key… in his front left pocket.”

“Shit, okay, okay hold on, I’m going to go get it.” He snuck back into the hallway, slowly making his way down to the open door on the left. 

As he neared the doorway, he breathed a sigh of relief to see that Billy still laid unconscious on the ground. He quickly went through Billy’s front pockets as best he could  until he found the tiny key. Running back down to your room, he fumbled trying to unlock your hand from the cuff. 

“Okay, he’s knocked out, we can go,” Steve said. He helped you up, and the two of you stumbled down the hallway, trying to make it to the door. 

Suddenly, a loud scream erupted from behind you,a scream, and then you lost the grip on Steve’s hand. You turned around to see Billy with the butcher knife in his hand, Steve sprawled out in a pool of his own blood. He was moaning, which meant he was still alive, thank god. 

“Steve!” You cried out. Billy was standing over him with the knife that was now stained and dripping with blood, and began to move towards you. You were hysterically crying now, your worst nightmare playing out before you.

Backing up down the hallway, you repeatedly told Billy ‘no’, trying to get him to stop. He wasn’t listening. Of course he wouldn’t listen. He was bloodthirsty and seeing red. You tripped over the threshold that went into the living room and landed with a thud on the floor. You attempted to crawl backwards to get back to your feet, but Billy was faster. Always faster. 

“Uh-uh-uh,” he said, wagging his finger in a ‘no’ fashion. “Your turn isn’t over yet.” 

He had a crazed look in his eye as he leaned over you, the knife still in his hand. He traced the tip of it down your face where his blood had now stained and down to your neck. 

“I always did like the way your neck looked. So pretty… so vulnerable…” he trailed off in an eerie whisper. “Would be a shame if someone…” he pressed the tip of the knife into your skin, a drop of blood forming at the sight, “... were to slit it.” 

Panic rose up in you, and you mentally began saying your goodbyes. You were a blubbering fool, tears streaming down your face and neck. There was no stopping the hysterics at this point; you were traumatized. 

 You didn’t want to die, not yet; there was still so much left to do in your life. You were supposed to go to college, get married possibly, have kids. You wanted to travel the world, travel the states, see what all life had to offer you. You’d be damned if all of that was going to be cut loose by some deranged maniac getting off on seeing your blood. 

With an energetic groan, you began to fight back, pushing against his arm. You managed to get the knife away from your neck, but keeping it away was the difficult part.  Billy was very clearly stronger than you, and in two seconds he had both of your hands in one of his hands pinned above your head. 

“Remember this?” He laughed boisterously. How could he still make a sexual inference while you were both drenched in blood, terrorized in front of him? He was truly sadistic. 

The blade of the knife ran down your chest. It felt cool against the hot flush of your skin. He hoisted the knife just above your heart. 

“Billy, please, no,” you pleaded, your voice breaking. For a second it seemed you had gotten through, he looked at you with pity, empathy even. But in a split second, his eyes glazed over once more. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, a smile on his face. He raised the knife up, the light catching the tip and blinding you for a second. You squeezed your eyes shut tight, waiting for the piercing sensation to spread through you. 

Only it never came. There was a yell, then a grunt, and a heavy object fell on top of you. You peaked your eyes open to see Billy’s mop of curls on your chest, and felt a slick running down your chest. Steve stood above the two of you, a bloody knife in one hand, the other pushing back his hair. He was staggering, clearly struggling to stand. 

After you processed what just happened, you pushed Billy’s body off of you. It took a great amount of effort; his deadweight was heavy. You stumbled to your feet and ran over to Steve just as he started to move unsteadily. 

“I got you,” you whispered, wrapping his free hand around your shoulder. He dropped the knife and leaned into you. You hobbled him over to the kitchen table and sat him down in the chair he once occupied hours ago, before heading to the receiver in the kitchen. Picking up the phone, you dialed 911. 

Only there was no dial tone. Billy must have cut the wire at some point. You took a deep breath before placing the phone back on the receiver and walking over to Steve. 

“We have to walk to the neighbors to call 911,” you stuttered in between your tears. At this point the exhaustion was setting in. The events of the night had finally caught up to you, and all you wanted was to curl up into a ball and sleep it off. Steve only grumbled in response. It was clear he was still losing blood, and much too quickly. 

“Okay, please, Steve, come on, stay with me. I can’t lose you too,” you cried. He merely nodded his head in response; it was all he could do. You helped him stand again, and slowly the two of you walked out of your house and up to the neighbors door. 

They were startled by your appearance and called the emergency services right away. It took them only ten minutes to arrive at your house. The red and blue flashing lights sent a wave of relief over you. 

You were finally safe. 

A couple of weeks had passed since the attack on you and Steve. He had sustained multiple life threatening injuries, and had spent an extended period of time in the hospital recovering. You managed to walk out with a few stitches and bruises. What you lacked in physical trauma though was made up for in an abundance of mental trauma. The doctors called it “post-traumatic stress disorder”, or PTSD. 

It plagued your mind daily, but with a small concoction of medication, you were able to make it through the days. Nights were the hardest for you. You constantly relived the trauma in your dreams, making it hard for you to sleep. The doctor prescribed you some sleep medication to take to try tonight though. You were hopeful. 

You had drifted off to sleep hours ago, sleeping peacefully for once since the events unfolded. 

But a knock pulled you out of unconsciousness. Thinking it was your mom you opened your eyes.  Nothing was there, and your door was propped open with no one behind it. 

“Hmmm,” you said to yourself, before brushing it off and settling back under the covers. It wasn’t long before you heard the sound again. You opened your eyes again, but there wasn’t anything there. 

Convinced your mind was just playing tricks on you, you tried to fall back asleep. Only, you couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that flooded your body. 

“y/n.” It was a whisper that came from the edge of your body. Chills shivered down your spine, as you slowly opened your eyes and turned your head. Your heart stopped. 

There, at the end of your bed stood Billy Hargrove, covered in blood, flashing his signature smile. 

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Should I make more EddiexReader one-shots?? Maybe a part 2 to "Polaroid Picture"??????? 👀

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not even a question at all but, i don't wanna pressure u but like- we need the part 4 immediately 😥🤭🛐

HAHAHA YALL ARE RELENTLESS I LOVE IT! ok I'm thinking of starting another type of Eddie story, not connected to the Polaroid series cuz I personally am satisfied with stopping it there. but question for you guys:

Do you want an actual plot storyline with one of my og characters I have, with the same type of dirty content? Or just one-shots of a random y/n?