#dark eddie

[filthy-baee]

Trailer Park Princess

Part 1 - The idea

Bully!Eddie x hyperfem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, mean!Eddie, bully!Eddie, smut, dubcon, noncon, virgin!reader, Eddie is older than reader, reader is over 18, kinda perv!Eddie

Note: I wrote this in 3 months. It took me so long to finish this. I still hope you like it! Not proofread! ♡

Y/N always loved being girly, always wearing skirts or dresses, hair always done and her body always smelt sickenly sweet. And Y/N loved her mom. She really did. Sure, her life was not the best, since her father went away and took all the money with him. It seemed like her formerly nice life found an early end. As she needed to move from her big house to the trailer park, the people changed towards her. They stopped being nice to her, talk to her and ignored her alltogether. Her mother worked her ass off for her daughter in her last year at school, but like every person, she also had a vice - smoking pot. Y/N didn't mind it actually, the only thing that she minded was where she got her shit from - Eddie Munson.

He was a little bit older then Y/N, and she can't deny the small crush she had on him. Sometimes Y/N could hear his van in the night or smell his weed when he was in his room smoking some pot with his window wide open. As they started living in the trailer park, Eddie was the only one who still talked with Y/N. Her social status was now as low as his and he kinda liked that. Y/N were really cute and damn, she was so submissive to him. He knew her from school and even talked with her sometimes before she moved to the trailer park, as she was the only girl who wasn't scared of him or was mean to him. She helped him with everything when he asked her. Y/N even did Eddies homework, just because he asked her to. Sure, he bullied her sometimes, just to see her pretty eyes water and her lips tremble. Sometimes he pushed her, just so he could catch her by her waist, pushing his clothed dick into her ass - the only thing between them his jeans and the thin skirt of Y/N. He also couldn't ignore the little wetness that always formed in her cute panties when he was a little mean to her.

As Y/N finished school, she got a job as a waitress at the Hideout. Eddie also finally finished school in the same year as Y/N did and found a job at a car workshop, near the Hideout.

Y/N's mom bought more and more from Eddie, sometimes forgetting to pay. Eddie didn't mind it that much, as he had a chance to see Y/N and talk with her now that they're out of school, even if it was just about the money her mom didn't pay. Also he could see her cute little face and body in even skimpier little outfits that she only wore at home and was too shy to wear at work.

After some weeks and many unpaid purchases of weed from Eddie, he finally made his way up to Y/N's trailer again. He knew that her mom was out to work and she was alone at home. He knocked on the door, taking a last drag from his own blunt, before he threw it on the ground.

Y/N heared the knock from her bedroom. She jumped to the door, slowly opening it, as she was scared alone at home. As she saw Eddie she opened the door fully, greeting him with a big smile. Eddie eyed her up and down. Y/N wore a short pink skirt with a white crop top. Her boobs nearly escaping the tight top and Eddie could see her panties if she would pick something up.

"Hey Eddie. Mom isn't here yet. Can I help you with something?" she asked and smiled sweetly at him. God, she was too cute for her own good, he thought.

"Well, you know, actually I think you can." Eddie said as he got into Y/N's trailer. He really could see her influence in the trailer. Everything was decorated with small knick knacks in all shades of pink. Eddie didn't really fit in there. He stood out like a sore thumb.

"Sure. What can I do for you, Eddie?" Y/N asked as she leaned against the small kitchen counter. Jesus Christ, this is going to be so easy he thought and a small smile grew on his face.

"You know, your mom didn't pay the last few purchases - again." Eddie said walking closer to Y/N and letting out a dramatic sigh. She could smell the weed on him as he came closer to her. "Oh. I am really sorry! She is so forgettable! But Eddie.... I don't have- " she started to talk but Eddie lifted his hand and she stopped talking immediatly. "I know you have no money. But I think we can find another agreement, right, Y/N?" he spoke and his hands grabbed the counter and Y/N were trapped between his arms. She nodded and looked in his dark chocolate eyes. "What can I do? I can cook for you or-or clean your trailer..." she said slowly, as she thought about other things she could do for Eddie.

Eddie pretended to be thinking really hard, tapping with his finger on his chin. He walked around a little, his long hair flowing around him. Y/N couldn't take her eyes off of him, as he came closer again. "Hmm, what about this sweetheart? You do everything I say for - hm, let us say - a month. How does this sound?" he asked her sweetly, standing right in front of her again. She tried to look away from him, his gaze too much for her. Eddie's hand grabbed her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. His pupils were blown, dark gaze following her every move. "Like...like a- a...slave?" she mumbled and whispered the last word, feeling embarrassed just by saying it.

Eddie grinned, his eyes never leaving hers. "If you want to put it that way, yes. We can say you are my slave for a month and your mommy doesn't have to pay me one dollar. Soo? Are you in, sweetheart?" Y/N could feel his hot breath against her blushing cheeks and she let out a small whimper and she nodded slowly. "Fuck. Did she really just whimper?" Eddie thought and he could also see how her thighs clenched together, as Y/N agreed. This is way too much fun for him, who cares about the money? This is something Eddie would pay for actually. The cutest little thing he ever saw and now he can do whatever he wants with her. That's just too good to be true! Eddie would lie if he says he didn't have a sweet spot for her. She was too nice for her own good and so damn pretty! Thank the lord, that her mommy smoked so much, that she even forgets to pay for it. But to be honest, Eddie did never remind her to pay up. He just waited for the right moment to talk with her sweet daughter. And he knew how much Y/N loved her mommy. She would do anything for her, to keep her out of trouble. Y/N knew that Eddie can get really uncomfortable, if people don't pay on time. She heard him talk with them in his trailer and damn, he can be really scary.

But it was different with her family. Eddie was calm with her and her mother, letting slip things, that he would never do with other people. Maybe he likes Y/N, but he would never say that to her.

"Good girl." Eddie said and let his knuckles brush over her jawline. Goosebumps rose on her skin as Y/N bit her lips, looking up at Eddie with big eyes. Eddie thought deeply, glancing at her blushing cheeks. "Kiss me." he demanded.

Y/N gulped, not knowing if she heared him right. "W-What?" Eddie pulled her closer by her hips. "I said...Kiss. Me!" Eddie's hand brushed her hair behind her ear, waiting for her next reaction. Her eyes started glizening with tears. Y/N felt uneasy. Kissing him? This would be her first kiss!

"Or should I search for your mommy and get the money out of her? You know we had an agreement, princess." Eddie mumbled staring at her glossy eyes. A small smirk appeared on his lips as he saw that Y/N was struggeling badly. "N-No! I'm sorry. It's just- I...never-" Y/N studdered, looking ashamed to her side.

Eddie couldn't believe it. She never kissed anyone? This has to be his lucky day. "No problem, sweetheart. I show you." he said, as he pulled her waist flush with his hips. Y/N could feel his warmth radiating from his body. Eddie pushed his legs between her thighs. He grabed her chin in his hands, his thumb slowly brushing over her bottom lip. Y/N opened her mouth, being submissive like always. Eddie grinned as he saw how responsive she was.

Eddies lips brushed over hers. Eddie took his sweet time with her, kissing her deeply and slowly. His tongue brushed over her lips and Y/N let out a low moan. Eddies tongue slipped into her mouth, tasting her sweet taste.

As Eddie broke the kiss, Y/N heart was racing, her face a bright red. "Good girl. You will learn how to do it in no time." he said patting her head like she was a cute little puppy. Y/N leaned into his touch, loving the feeling of him carassing her hair.

She was just too cute, Eddie thought. "Now tell me. Are you a virgin, Y/N?" Eddies eyes met hers again in a piercing gaze. She tried to look away but he grabbed her jaw in a tight grip. She nodded, but Eddie was not having any of it. "I asked you a question. I need your words, princess. Or is a small kiss enough to get you dumb?" he grinned. "Y-Yeah...I am...a virgin." you whispered.

I am one lucky motherfucker, Eddie thought as he heared her words leave her sweet lips.

"Kiss me again. Like I did before, but now you do it on your own." Eddie demanded. Eddie pulled her up by her waist and sat her down on the kitchen counter. Y/N could feel his hard dick between her legs as he sat her down. She looked up to him, mumbling a small "Yes, Eddie" before she pulled him down to her. Her lips met his in a small kiss. Y/N licked slowly over Eddies lips, trying to do it just like Eddie did before. He grinned as he saw her struggle, her legs were trembling, goosebumps appeared all over her small body. Eddie slowly opened his mouth, giving her permission to enter his mouth with her tongue. She tasted the weed on his tongue, a small whimper escaped her plush lips. As Eddie grapped her ass, Y/N's body tensed up. She opened her mouth further and Eddies tongue pushed deeper into her mouth. Eddie looked at her. Y/N's eyes were closed, her small hands clamping down on her skirt, knuckles turning white. Eddie pulled away, just as he saw her leaning into his touch on her ass more and more. Y/N looked at him disappointed. Her lips were puffy and a small pout appeared on her lips. He patted her head slightly, ruffeling her hair. "Good girl. You did so well." Eddie smiled softly at her. "T-Thank you."

Eddie took some steps back from her, leaving her cold and needy for him. "I will pick you up tomorrow after work. Then we will talk about the rules for our little agreement, sweetheart."

Eddie walked to the door, waving at her before closing the door behind him. Y/N still sat on the kitchencounter, legs shaking with need. Y/N's fingers slowly brushed over her lips, still tasting Eddie on them. She let out a sigh. As she hopped down from where she sat, she saw the small patch of wetness she left behind.

Taglist: @darknesseddiem @tlclick73

[thorniest-rose]

I’ve been obsessed with thoughts of feral/dark Eddie Munson who everyone actually has reason to fear, but Steve as he only refers to Steve as “his baby” and dotes on him in ridiculous amounts. Keeps me awake at night.

Ohhh I love that soo much!!! Imagine an Eddie who comes back wrong and he's the one who kick-starts the apocalypse and all the creatures from the upside-down start pouring in and Eddie becomes this demon king but he's still obsessed with Steve and loves him, and while he's happy to kill everyone else or turn them into slaves or toys that he can torture for fun, he keeps Steve as his little pet and calls him his baby and sweetheart and keeps him in silks and finery and while Steve tries to fight and get away, Eddie shows him how fruitless it is and that there's no use fighting, he'll never get away, so Steve eventually starts to give in.

[prettybabybaby]

How would bully!Eddie react when he finds out his lil plaything is carrying his baby? And she gets kicked off the cheer team because of it?

GASP

he def acts like you're such a burden but he wouldn't allow you to even think of doing something about it. he probably makes you move in, making you his little housewife after you refuse to go back to school, embarrassed about the rumors that go around and the looks people throw your way. he tries to comfort you sometimes in his own weird way, convincing you that he's all you have and no one else would put up with a pregnant dropout but that's okay because he'll take care of you.

[littlest-dark-age]

Eddie just wants to be yours. In every sense of the word. He'd gladly get on his knees and beg for you if that's what you needed. He'd let you put him on a collar and leash and call him puppy if it's what you desired.

His heart and his cock are at your every whim and desire. He's so needy for even a glimpse of your love that he would make himself an even bigger fool if you even whispered the question.

Tattoo your name over his heart? Done, he might have used his grocery money for the week but he doesn't care.

Cut his hair? He'll let you go to the salon with him and pick out the style.

Put his blood in a vial? Tell him how to make sure it doesn't rot and he'll bleed himself dry for you.

Eddie Munson is a love sick bastard who doesn't know when to stop, nor does he care to learn. If he doesn't have you, his heart will stop beating. He's sure of it. You are the only thing he needs in this life and that is a fact.

[val-writesstuff]

ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ʀᴀᴅɪᴄᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ…

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɢʜᴏsᴛғᴀᴄᴇ!ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ x F!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Summary: You’ve always turned a blind eye to that dark shroud that followed behind your best friend like a shadow. But as killings begin to plague Hawkins, it’s not long until that darkness swallows you as well.

Warnings: This is a dark fic with dark themes: Mentions of Violence and Blood. Depiction of murder. Dark&Mean!Eddie. Naive!Reader. Kinda. Manipulation. Corruption. Possessive!Eddie. NSFW. Degradation. Dark thoughts and ideas. Crying. Noncon elements. Choking. More in other parts.

ᴀ/ɴ: Not only do I love angst, I love writing some dark shit. This will probably be 2 or 3 parts as I’m just testing the waters right now with this idea. It was originally going to be a very long stand alone but I felt like posting something for y’all ! Enjoy <33 please remember this is fiction. I’m not saying any of the shit that happens here is correct obviously.

You never cared for what others have said about your best friend. All those labels of ‘Freak’ and ‘Satanist’ that was branded on Eddie never held heavy weight on you.

You never cared for what others have said about your best friend. All those labels of ‘Freak’ and ‘Satanist’ that was branded on Eddie never held heavy weight on you.

You didn’t even care that by building a friendship with him from a young age had made you an outcast too, because no matter what, you cared for him deeply.

But that doesn’t mean you don’t see that there was something different with him. That there was a darkness that he often had reserved in quiet moments where you both were alone. His usual rants about how cursed Hawkins was having a darker tone that you tried to decipher.

You told yourself that you didn’t care, that you didn’t need to play close attention to this darkness that followed you both because it wouldn’t be a problem at all. You knew him unlike anyone else, so you always brushed it aside.

Even when that darkness begin to slip through the cracks more and more..

“What happened?” Eddie hisses from the other side of the bathroom door. Robin’s attempt to keep it open enough to hide your disheveled self was proven feeble.

“Cant you give her a few minutes ?” She sighs, keeping a tight grip on the door handle as she returns the same harsh stare. “You do know this is the girls bathroom, so you can’t just —“

“I don’t fucking care.” He snaps, and you could see in the corner of your eye Robin head flinching back.

The shock clear on her face pushed for you to quickly drop your camera to hang around your neck, napkin tossed in the sink that did nothing to fully wipe off the sticky substance, and you turned around before she could retort back.

You knew you had no other option but to give in, unless you wanted Robin to see the side of Eddie that you both kept hidden.

“Robin..” you say softly, putting on your best smile as she turns to you with curious eyes. “It’s fine. just..can you leave us alone please?”

You can tell the second of hesitation she has, looking from you to Eddie who looked like he was a second away from shoving the door open, before she resigned and opened it fully.

Eddie wasted no time in storming inside, Robin’s annoyed groan completely deaf to his ears as he takes in your appearance. Your reddened eyes shifting back to the sink, body twisting in hopes to hide the wet patches on your sweater. But Eddie notices and he grabs your arm, fully turning you to face him.

“What the fuck happened??” He asks again, racking his eyes over the stains before flicking up to the top of your head. Strands of hair wet and sticking together from the juice that you were desperately trying to get rid of with water.

You don’t answer at first, shame tugging at you from inside but his grip on your hand tightens, and you knew his patience was wearing thin.

“Carol..” you mumble sadly, still avoiding his eyes as you look in the mirror. You tug on your skirt, trying to smooth it out before noticing that some juice managed to stain the ends of it.

You could feel that some dripped onto your thighs. The sensation of a sticky spot against your skin was getting hard to ignore. “She uh..‘tripped’ when they were walking by our table..”

Eddie tenses and you finally build the courage to look at him. You regret it when you’re met with that dark look that you begin to see more and more often.

“I-it was an accident. It’s uh fine.” You try, pulling your arm away and grabbing the napkin. Hurriedly scrubbing on your sweater to keep him from noticing how your hands were shaking.

“‘Accident’ my ass. That bitch didn’t trip, you know that.”

You knew.

Carol and Tommy had begun to laugh uncontrollably when it occurred, spewing out half apologies as the rest of the cafeteria watched. The amused glances your classmates had thrown your way as you sat there drenched in orange juice still burned on your skin.

Burned your cheeks as you felt them flush in humiliation, shaking your head when you begin to feel those tears build again. Shit.

“Don’t cry.” Eddie voice snaps suddenly, and your bottom lips begin to quiver.

That was the difference between you two. Despite years of dealing with assholes like Carol and Tommy, you found it hard to hold in your emotions. It always got to your head. And Eddie hated it. He made it clear in times like this.

He grips your chin when you try to look away as a tear escapes the corner of your eye, voice more gentle but still holding tension in it. “What did I say?”

“I know, Eds. I know.” You sniff, more tears following the first one. You weren’t sure anymore if they were the product from Carols actions or from the tone in his voice. A pathetic whimper escapes you as you whisper weakly, “Can you…take me home please?”

And like every other time—when you use those same teary eyes that angered him before, to gaze up at him sadly��his expression softens and that darkness is wiped clean from his eyes.

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“We’re different from them.” He rambles, placing your camera on top of his dresser.

You’re sat on the edge of his bed as he rummages around his room looking for your favorite pair of sweats that you always borrow from him.

He managed to convince you to come over to his trailer instead of driving you straight home, with promises of putting on your favorite movie and keeping you company. You were content with the idea, unsure if you would be able to handle being alone.

You play with the soft material of one of his band tees that’s on your lap, watching him through eyelashes curiously as he curses. He pulls open one of his drawers and reaches inside. “That’s why that bitch, and everyone else in this goddamn town thinks they can treat us like this— simply because we aren’t brainless sheep that follow this concept of normality.“

He slams his drawer shut, his own rant getting him worked up. You don’t flinch when he makes his way to you, sweats in hand and he crouches in front of where you’re sat.

Eddie sighs when you look up from your attention on the shirt, hand coming up to rub your eyes to get rid of the tears that were trying to breakthrough again.

You stay quiet, always listening when he gets like this.

He takes in your appearance. Scanning your face for a moment.

“Look what they did to you..” He whispers sadly. He licks his thumb and reaches out, slowly wiping a spot you missed on your cheek. Heat warms your cheeks and you frown when he continues. That sadness transforming into disdain. “Look at you..”

“I know, I’m all sticky.” You pull your head away when he attempts to cup your cheek, and huff. “It got all over my favorite skirt and thighs too — and my camera! — Ugh, I’m going to take a quick shower, I really hate the smell-“

Hands are on your thighs in an instant and you yelp when he forces you to sit back down again. He looks down, pinching the end of your skirt between two fingers and lifting it.

You bite your lip nervously as he smacks his lip in annoyance, “I bought you this skirt too..what a shame.”

Eddie let’s go of your skirt, but not before he moves his hand underneath it. Brushing against the top of your thigh and moving inwards, his fingers touching the spot you noticed earlier. Your breath hitches at the feeling, the coldness from his rings sending shivers along your skin as you watch him carefully.

Eddie was always so touchy with you. Narrowing down to fleeting touches that never go on for long, as though testing the waters. Nights when you felt him brush his hand along your side when he thought you were asleep, often pushing his fingers past the waistband of your pjs bottoms. Just a little bit. Or when he would play with your hair, at times pulling a little too hard. The act leaving you breathless and he would simply smile innocently before apologizing.

It was constant but you never said anything. It wasn’t like you hated it. But as much as you try to ignore it—the insecure part of your brain telling you to not look into it—it was difficult to not react to it.

He continues to stroke your thigh, tilting his head at you when your eyes flutters, tingles erupting between your inner thighs. He takes this as an invitation to slowly itch his fingers up, causing you to absently shift your feet apart. Thighs spreading slowly.

“They got you all dirty baby..” he whispers, rings digging into your plush skin as his touch turns rough, gripping your thigh. He looks up at you, soft gaze slowly fading into something else.

You gulp and shrug your shoulders, biting down that feeling that was rising in your stomach. “‘S okay Eddie..”

“It’s not okay.” He scolds, his fingers moving and barely brushing the side of your panties. You hold in the small whimper that nearly escapes, as you will hips to stay in place. You focus on the rising anger in his voice to ignore the way you felt down there.

“None of it is okay. People like them..” he scoffs. “They know they can get away with whatever. And they have, because this town is full of conformist who think anyone a little different is deserving to be beat down.”

The grip on your thigh suddenly turns painful and you yelp, jolting from the pain. “Eddie!”

You grab onto his wrist, squeezing before he lets up the pressure. “I-it doesn’t matter okay? You’re right, nothing will happen and I don’t care, I just want to forget about it, please can we—“

“But what if something does happen?” He asks, rubbing your thigh as a small apology. You tilt your head at him, furrowing your eyebrows.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean..what if something did happen to them? To Carol?”

The tone and the darkness that you always pretended wasn’t present in moments like these, makes your whole being turn cold and your fingers tighten around his wrist.

“Like..karma?..” You attempt. He nods slowly, smoothing his hand down your thigh and places it in your knee instead, spreading your legs again.

“Mhm..wouldn’t that nice? To see her finally get karma?” He leans closer to you, practically putting himself between your thighs. The corner of his lips twitching when you inhale shakily. “Wouldn’t you like that?”

You grip onto the sheets beneath you and shrug, blinking at him a few times. “I don’t know, I mean..I guess.” You look away and clear your throat, heart racing against your chest. A thought comes to mind and you smile weakly. “Ha..maybe we can dump some milk on her ? That’ll be karma, right Eds?”

Eddie watches you for a few seconds, his face going blank. A beat passes. Two. You begin to squirm underneath his gaze. Then he pulls away and chuckles. That soft smile back on his lips as he pats your knee.

“You’re right. Maybe I can put a few bugs in her locker, imagine the look on her face. You can take a few pictures too ”

You relax, the tension dissolving between you two as you stare at the dimple on his cheek. That feeling in your stomach disappearing along with it. You squeeze your thighs together as you let out a small giggle and play with the string of the sweats.

“Y-yeah, it would be funny.”

Eddie stands up and pats your head, before making his way to his bedroom door. “Go get cleaned up sweetheart, and I’ll make us some popcorn yeah? I have a bag of gummy bears that has your name on it!”

You wait for him to fully leave the room before letting out a quiet sigh. Hands shakily touching the skin marked, you could see the red marks his rings left, the spot throbbing from the momentarily abuse.

You hug his clothes to your chest as you get up, making your way to his bathroom. Even when you shower and you scrub your skin to get rid of the remaining orange juice, you continue to feel that darkness that latched onto Eddie’s staple on your thigh. Expanding slowly like dark vines up your thigh, branching off and..

Spreading…and spreading..

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Karma.

The word echoes in your mind as you stare out the car window, body tensing when you register the number of police cars that were lined up the street. Flashes of red and blue paint your face while Eddie drives by. His humming to the music becoming white noise in your ears when you recognize the home that was surrounded by yellow tape.

“Isn’t that where Carol lives?” You ask. You twist your body to continue to stare as Eddie makes a turn towards your street, catching a glimpse of a stretcher being pulled across the lawn.

You’re forced to turn to Eddie with wide eyes when the house is out of sight. The lights fading away and the image of a white sheet that covered a large lump, a body, burned into the back of your eyelids.

His spares you a quick glance, eyes lowered in disinterest when he shrugs. You feel a bit embarrassed that he didn’t match your own curiosity. Shrinking into your seat as you fiddle with your sleeve.

He turns his attention back to the road and he pushes the knob on the radio up. The volume nearly distracting you from the way his mouth turns up, contradicting the boredom in his voice. “‘M not sure, is it? ”

It was. Carol was found by her parents stabbed to death in her back yard, with about 10 stabs wounds that decorated her back and chest. It was speculated that she was attacked inside her home first, the popcorn that was left unsupervised and nearly burning the kitchen down was proof of that.

The kicker was that she wasn’t the only one, Tommy was tied to a chair in the backyard, suffering his own fair share of stab wounds. One particular dragged along his abdomen that left his organs piling out.

It was all vivid in your head. Your imagination running wild as the police reports along with other students own stories spread like wild fire throughout Hawkins. Different accounts on what happened and who would do such a thing. Your mind couldn’t stop conjuring up the images of their fate.

All you could think as you stare at the multiple flowers that decorated her locker, that was right across from yours was—

Karma. Karma. Karma. Karma.

Is this karma?

Karma was suppose to be something that matched their own actions. Like humiliating her the same way she did you all these years. She was suppose to feel that cold feeling wash over her skin that stemmed from deep shame, the same way that juice box drenched yours.

It wasn’t suppose to be blood that stained her skin instead. Tommy’s insides being carved outside of his body instead of them twisting in embarrassment the way his bullied victims endure when faced by his cruel words.

Was that karma?

“Funny huh. We were just talking about that, weren’t we?” Eddie shifts between leaning against one foot to the other. His response to the question you accidentally said out loud snapping you out of your daze.

Your ears catch a hint of amusement in his voice. A lightness that you’ve noticed since that night he picked you up 30 minutes past the original time he told you.

“A drug deal came up last minute. A real chatterbox.” He told you, tugging a strand of hair behind your ears and lowering his hand, fingers grazing your neck as you peered up at him . The excuse easily rolling off his tongue and you thought nothing of it, accepting it despite his lunch box not being seen in his van.

His hands are stuffed in his pockets, head leaned against the cold metal of a locker as he waits for you to finish grabbing a textbook from yours.

“Hopper came by last night.” He says after you kept your silence. “Says he’s questioning everybody and where they were that night. Told him I was with you.”

Something sparked in your stomach. Eddie’s eyes digging into the side of your head. You close your locker and turn towards him, meeting that stare.

The stare was audible. Isn’t that right?

You tug your backpack over your shoulder and nod.

“I mean, it’s true.”

Yes. I’ll tell him the same thing.

Eddie grins as his hand grasps yours, and he pulls you along with him through the hall, leading you through the sea of students to your next class.

His hand tugging and tugging you along as your body simply follows him with no other thought, staring at the back of his head. You hear fleeting comments from students that were hidden underneath a stairway.

“I heard that Tommy was murdered before her and she was like..forced to watch him die.”

“No way”

“Dude he was tied up and gutted. He was basically tortured. Then she was killed after !”

“They must have been so scared..”

Scared. They were scared, knowing that their time was running up. That dread that would stick in ones chest when they were being toyed with. It was probably what they felt that night, the same thing they made others feel when they were the tormentors.

Eddie glances back at you as you walk up the stairs. His hand squeezing yours, and you feel something spread down your fingers to latch onto your wrist.

You stare back, one thought in your mind.

Maybe it was karma after all.

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“Hawkins Chief of Police, Jim Hopper, has not spoken yet about whether these two horrific murders, occurring just a week a part, have any connections. Many speculate it’s not due to the pictures that were left in the recent crime scene. Jason Carver was posed in his bed surrounded by these gruesome photos when he found late last night..”

You twirl a strand of hair around your fingers before pulling it between your lips. Wetting it with your saliva as you stare at the tv screen. Leg bouncing nervously as your mother begins to whisper to your father, their worried tones only increasing your anxiety.

You glance at the clock on the wall.

10:35 pm.

The strand of hair is finally left alone, falling against your shoulder as you excuse yourself. You bid goodnight to your parents before you make you way to your bedroom. News reporter grim voice disappearing as you walk down the narrow hallway, pushing your bedroom door open.

Eddie sits on the edge of the bed, your camera propped up against his knee. He looks up as you enter.

“Got your camera all cleaned up and fixed.” He grins, shaking it in his hand.

Your back presses against door when you shut it close, hands gripping the doorknob behind you. Your heart was beating harshly against your chest when you make eye contact with him.

“Eddie..” you say softly, taking a moment before you walk across the room and stand in front of him, hands gripping onto his shoulders as you feel all that anxiety begin to tip over. Jason’s picture on the tv screen still stuck in memory.

“You know, I’ve been waiting for 5 minutes.” His mouth sets in a hard line. “So rude of you sweetheart.”

“Im sorry, i was watching the news..” You answer, squeezing his shoulders gently and it prompts him to place your camera on your bed.

Eddie looks up, curiosity swimming on that darkened stare. His hands come up to grab your waist, a gentleness that didn’t match his dilated eyes and you glance down at them.

There was a red stain that glinted off one of his rings. You felt yourself grow still and Eddie takes note of that.

“What’s wrong..” he mutters, fingers rubbing the exposed skin that your tank top couldn’t cover. “C’mon. Use your words, you know I hate when you get all quiet on me.”

You shut your eyes, inhaling through your nose before you shake your head. His touch grounding you only a little bit. “The news..they’re talking about Jason and how he was murdered last night.”

Eddie hums, his calm expression unchanging . His posture completely relaxed and you frown at the lack of care. “A lot of people think that there’s a pattern, that the murders last week is connected to it.”

“But there was a bunch of photos of someone wearing a mask posing with his body.” He clicks his tongue. “I mean, that’s different from what happened with Carol and Tommy right?”

“Eddie..they still think it’s like some deranged serial killer.”

“Really?” He muses, raising an eyebrow and he squeezes your waist. “I think it’s just good old karma biting these assholes in the ass for once. Nothing more nothing less ”

You pull away from his touch, ignoring the flash of frustration that crosses his features and you cross your arms. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything to that.

“Deranged though? ” He speaks mostly to himself, leaning back on your bed and holding himself up by his arm. He lazily tilts his head up at your ceiling, feigning boredom but you can see the tension in his arm. Veins making themselves known as his hand tightens in a fist.

“Wanna hit up the corner store and grab a few snacks?” He says, drifting your attention from the image of black veins covering his arms. Snapping out of it, you look back to his face.

“What? There’s a curfew.” You say softly. “They’re placing a curfew starting tonight..”

“So what?Since when do we care about that?” He snaps and you feel your anxiety tip over the edge.

“It means that it’s dangerous out there!” You frown and nervously pull on your fingers, already regretting raising your voice as you glance at your closed door. Your parents were still downstairs. “I mean..you sneaking into my room this late is already bad enough Eddie.”

You can pinpoint the second he throws out that nonchalant aura around him, no longer holding back that murkiness that wraps itself around his shoulders, hovering over between you both as he levels you with a stare. You hold your breath, silently counting the seconds that pass by.

“Christ, what is this about? You know I hate when you get like this.” He narrows his eyes at you when you don’t respond right away, your eyes beginning to sting. The frown tugging on your lips and you refrain from shutting your eyes to escape that darkening look.

The slightest shift in his voice, the disapproval is enough to unnerve you, that sinking feeling in your stomach from the past week etching itself deeper.

“I..” You bite your lips and look down, wishing you could hide under your blankets, away from that shame that building again.

“y/n..” he murmurs in a demanding tone and you force yourself to meet his eyes. His breathing hitching when he notices the way your eyes glistened with tears. You quickly push yourself to speak before he could scold you for them.

“I’m just scared Eds.” You rub your cheeks, your voice cracking in the end.

He sighs, his defensive posture relaxing and he reaches for your hand. You allow him to intertwine your fingers with his and pull you forward, slightly stumbling as he makes you stand between his legs. Your hands are back on his shoulders, twisting the material of his black hoodie between your fingers.

“Why are you scared?” He asks.

“You know...” You swallow hard and move one of your hands to the nape of his neck. Soft curls wrapped around your finger. “All the things they are saying on tv, this whole thing. it’s starting to get to me. They’re labeling it as some..revenge killing. That they were targeted for a reason.”

He finds it amusing, voice turning light. “Hm I see. What? You think something will happen to you ?”

You look away from his curls and catch his gaze, brown eyes glinting with mischievous. You scrunch your nose, trying to catch anything else lurking in them. “I don’t know..maybe.”

“But you’re such a good girl..” Your stomach warms at the praise, despite his tone bordering mocking. Or maybe its that mocking element that has your stomach twist in excitement. You push that thought away quickly.

“Nothing will happen to you. Not like them..” He reassures, voice sweet like honey. “You’re nothing like them.”

“You promise ?” You say weakly, holding your finger out like a small child. His smiles and cups your cheek, nodding , and uses his other pinky to wrap with yours. You relax against his hold.

You continue to play with his curls as he watches you. A pondering look crosses his face as you continue to worry your lips between your teeth, some apprehension clear. His eyes light up.

“Hey..” His hand lowers to your waist again, fingers playing with the end of your tank top. Rubbing your soft skin a few times before he cautiously slips it underneath the silk material. Something curls in your stomach at the touch.

“I don’t want that pretty head of yours to worry so much..” he begins, voice slow and calculated. “How bout I take your mind off it, ya?”

Large hand stretching the material as his thumb brushes just below your breast. That anxiety slowly dissipating as your body flushes, eyes blinking rapidly as you process what he’s doing.

“Do you trust me?”

Yes. You’ve always trusted him, since the moment you met him. Even when many others tried to warn you about his behavior, the way he never seemed to leave your side. Looming over your shoulder practically your whole friendship, his rough demeanor often getting the best of him and you were the only one witnessing that shadow.

But you never cared, choosing to continue to trust him. It was him being protective, the way best friends always are. Best friends could be touchy even if Robin had pointed out that there was a line that he crossed that went against that belief.

Besides, you liked how his hands printed your skin in moments when he would make simple excuses to touch you.

Like how his hand that wasn’t beneath your shirt, had moved itself to your lower back right now. Pressing his palm against your spine, printing itself on your skin as he pushes you against him.

You nod slowly, not trusting your voice to speak. Still taking in what was happening.

“Then let me take care of you.” He whispers into your ear, kissing the bottom of it that spreads shivers throughout your whole body.

“But..” you try, closing your eyes. Unsure of what you wanted to say anymore. Eddie pushes his hand further up, brushing over your nipple and you gasp. That line and Robins criticism coming to mind.

You shouldn’t be doing this. You knew you shouldn’t take your mind off on the matter at hand, on everything that’s been looming over Hawkins like a dark cloud. But Eddie touches never gone this far before, this unspoken line between you two threatened as he roughly gropes one of your breast and your breathy whine follows it .

The part of you that always craved this was beginning to win over any other rational thought.

“Say it. Tell me you trust me.” His voice takes a hint of desperation. “You know I’ll take care of everything. Let me take care of you.”

Whether he was talking about the topic you tried breaching before, or the current boundaries that were being threatened , it didn’t matter because his other hand slides down your waist, over your tight shorts. Giving you no time to properly answer before he’s cupping you through them.

Your clit throbs from his two fingers pressing against it.

That line is broken the moment the pathetic whimper that you were holding in finally escapes, as he circles them experimentally. Your hips rolling forward against his hand as the news report becoming a distant memory.

Do you trust me?

“Yes, yes, yes.” You shut your eyes when he begins to trace your lips over your shorts. He stops and quickly forces you to turn around, pulling you to sit on his lap. You whine out from the brief loss, hands gripping onto his thighs beneath you. “Eddie”

“I know baby.” He spreads your legs apart with his knees, his hands back to where you desperately needed it to be. He circles his fingers against your clit once and your head rolls back, lolling against his shoulder as you whine.

“God, you been needing this huh? “ He huffs drinking in your soft whimpers and pants as he continues to rub your clit. He could feel that wet patch beginning to grow and show through your shorts. His other hand grips your left thigh, pulling it farther apart and the pleasure increases from the cold touch of his rings.

Sparks erupt through you when his fingers skim over your folds for a brief moment, slow and agonizing in his movement. You were growing frustrated by it, trying to grind your hips against his hand to add pressure.

He clicks his tongue against his cheek, pulling your shorts to the side as a response to your impatience. A squeak filling the air as the cold air hits your pussy.

“You have to be quiet.” He scolds, beginning to prod your hole with one finger slowly. “You don’t want your parents finding you in here with your legs spread open like this right?”

“I-I’m trying.” You slur around your pants , shame biting your skin as you feel yourself no longer wanting to disappoint him. But his finger slowly sinks into you, stretching your hole as his thumb pressing hard on the nub. A high pitch moan is forced out of you at the sudden intrusion. “Ah—f-fuck.”

He hums, carefully pushing it deeper and reveling in the way your chest rises in quick pants, your eyes squeezing shut as you try to get use to the feeling.

“Imagine how they will feel..seeing their daughter letting her best friend—Hawkin’s own ‘Freak’ playing with her cunt like this..” His condescending tone making your face flush as he begins placing kisses along your neck. Teeth slightly digging into skin has your whole body jolting, your hips grinding against his hand and forcing him in deeper.

He hisses as he watches his finger disappear into you. “Shit. Look how well you’re taking my finger. This whole time I was meant to do this, be the first one to touch you like this.”

God, he wanted you to be quiet yet he was saying things like that. You can feel your eyes begin to water as his movements become more rough, another finger pushed inside. The feeling of him stretching you simply by his two fingers, pumping them with no remorse only increased the pathetic sounds that fumbled past your lips.

“O-oh god, eddie..” you babble as he curls his fingers inside you. A sob racks through you with out your permission, the tears flowing as you feel the tightness in your gut increase. You’re unable to stop them, the sloppy noises and his own shaky breathing next to your ear was becoming too much.

. Your thighs attempt to close but he digs his nails into them, forcing them to stay in their place. You cry, hiccuping and sniffing as you feel yourself get closer to the edge, your sobs increasing despite your efforts to swallow it down.

Your afraid he’ll see your tears and put a stop to it, his spoken hatred for your tears ruining the intense moment.

Instead, when he catches sight of the way your face is broken and feel the tears against his cheek and chin , Eddie groans into your ear, startling you.

“Jesus— fuck. Fuck fuck.” He nuzzles his face into your shoulder. His fingers faltering for a split second and his hand shoots up to your throat , your heart leaping when—

He whines. His hips pushing up in a quick thrust and his fingers wrap tightly around your neck. Squeezing the sides as he continues to buck up into you. A wet patch in his jeans sticking to your bottom as he humps sloppily.

All of it triggers for the orgasm to hit you. You struggle to keep your eyes open as your mouth falls open, the pleasure crashing over you as your thighs shake from the intensity of it. Your hands desperately clawing at his wrist as you pussy spasms around his fingers that continued to move inside you, you squeeze your thighs around them from the overstimulation.

Eddie catches his breath as you continue to let out small noises, pulling his face away from your neck and releasing his grip on your throat. You let out a breathless sob as your able to breath fully and slump back into him, panting harshly as he pulls his fingers out.

He says nothing, only pushing himself farther back in the bed. Pulling you along with him as he lays you both down, arms wrapping around your waist as he pulls you closer to his chest.

Exhausted, you allow him to hold you and for your mind to slowly drift off, any thought on what this meant being put on hold for the night.

That lurking darkness slowly grows from being Eddie shadow and crawls along his arms that held onto you. You catch a quick glance at the stained ring on his hand that was holding yours in front of you.

Your finger hesitantly wiping over it, before you find yourself falling asleep.

[stevenrogered]

Are you wearing the- The Chanel boots green breakup shirt? Yeah, I am.

[lillyrob]

Actual footage of me patently waiting for my favorite author to upload😫😫😫

[hello-sweetheart]

I see your “Everybody is scared of Eddie cuz he’s intimidating, but he’s just a fluffy nerdy boy”

and raise you

“Eddie is a fluffy nerdy boy to those he likes but really is fucking scary.”

Cuz that bottle scene was fucking crazy tbh he sprung tf up and was at Steve’s jugular with shard of glass before anyone could move.

Just pinned to wall by an unpredictable fugitive scared to breathe cuz one wrong move and Steve could bleed out before they have the chance to get help. And Eddie’s eyes are dark as shit and intense locked on his and the hand holding the glass is still. Unwavering.

And at that point all steve knows about this guy is that he lives in a sketchier part of town, behaved neurotic and reactive at school, is a drug dealer, and listens to songs about satan or whatever.

And even after they talk him down he’s still gripping to the bottle

[filthy-baee]

My favorite drug | Drugdealer!Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader

Summary: I just came here to the party for the drug(s)(dealer). Losely based on the song Drugs by UPSAHL.

Warnings: drugs, chocky!Eddie, smut, piv sex without protection (don´t do that shit or you will get pregnant...and die), subby!reader, kinda dom!eddie, choking, I surely forget something. Also this isn't proof read.

A/N: Damn, I don´t even remember when I last wrote a whole fanfiction. My other tumblr is pretty "big" with over 2000 followers, but I am kinda out of this fandom I wrote about, so I moved here with my writing. I hope you like it. Also english isn´t my first language so there will be some spelling and grammar errors - I am sorry!

You hated these parties. They were stupid and boring, just like the people who hosted them. The drugs were the only reason you even got here in the first place. To be honest, it was more the drugdealer that had your attention. You were both from totally different groups but every time you saw him your heart skipped a beat. You tried to talk with him as often as you could, even if he seemed surprised you did. Your friends always looked strange when you talked with him or were nice to him.

You couldn't explain it, but you had a massive crush on him actually. You were not sure if he will even come to this party but you hope he does. He has the best weed in town and most people in your age group take drugs, even if they would never admit it. So most of the time he is a welcome face at these kind of house parties.

„So you know, when school is over I will leave this shitplace and move states.“ You looked at the guy who talked with you, a small smile on your lips so you seemed interested. You nodded and took a sip from the beer in your hand. „Interesting.“ you lied and watched the people come and go through the door. The boy knew that you waited for someone, as he saw your eyes nearly glued to the front door, hoping to see the one you waited for. He came closer and said „Yeah well, I need to go now. Can I get a hug from you?“. You just shrugged your shoulders and gave him a quick hug. He smelled like awfully cheap cologne, beer and citrus. You hated the smell of citrus and your stomach turned at the smell. You padded his back and he removed his arms from you, getting the hint that the hug was over.

He waved at you, as he went through the door of the living room and disappeared from your sight. You waved back and took another sip from your beer. It was warm and tasted like shit actually. You don't even know why you drank that beer. You hated the taste of it, even if it would be cold. Also the feeling in your body from alcohol was just strange, you were more of a stoner. You walked around the house, you can't even remember who hosted this party. That's the good thing about being a cheerleader. You can you to any party and you are always welcome. You were on the search of a bathroom to calm down a little. Your body felt tense from the beer. As you walked around the house without any direction, you heard a familiar laugh. As you turned around you saw the reason you came here.

Eddie. Damn how can he look so fine? His leather jacket hugged his body perfectly and you let out the breath you didn't even know you were holding in. He makes you just so nervous. You fumbled with your fingers as you moved closer to him. He was talking with another cheerleader, but you didn't really know her that well. You just knew her name was Rebecca. She smiled at him as he gave her a small bag of weed. She gave him the money for the stuff and went away as fast as she could. You knew most people only talk with him, so they can get weed or other drugs. You hated these people. You wish they could see Eddie the way you see him.

“Hey Eddie.” You came closer to him and looked in his dark eyes. He smiled as he saw you. “Hey princess. What are you doing here? I thought you didn't like parties much?” Damn, he knew you. “Well I-” you started to speak as he watched you intensely. Your face grew redder every second, you could feel the blood rush in your cheeks. “Everything ok? You look a little red. Do you need some fresh air?” he asked and holds a hand to my forehead. “Damn. You are hot. I mean- your head is hot.” he stumbled around but was still smiling at you. He took your hand in his and pushed you through the front door. No one was around and you two were alone for the first time ever.

He still held your hand and Eddie lightly squeezed your hand. Your thighs rubbed involuntary together and you felt the familiar knot forming in your core. You felt so small compared to him. His broad shoulders and his dark features made your pussy clench around nothing. Eddie looked down at you and watched you intensely. “W-What?” you stammered and met his strong gaze. He smirks and rubs this thumb over your hand. “You are so cute. Do I make you flustered, Y/N? Now that we are alone?” You tried to appear calmer but you were so nervous. When he said such things it made you even wetter. You just nodded and bit your lower lip. He smirked, more to himself as to you. “Aw, the cute little cheerleader and the satanic freak, all alone in the dark. What if someone saw us like that? Me holding your cute little hand in mine, so close to each other?” Eddie stated and you gulped. He came even closer, your chests nearly touched. You squeezed his hand back and touched his broad chest with your other one. As he didn't pull away you came even closer. He pushed his leg between your thighs, nearly touching your wet core. He could feel the heat from between your legs.

Before you could say anything he tilted your head up by pushing your chin up to meet his gaze. A small whimper escaped your throat at his casual dominance.

"Can I kiss you?" Eddie asked and before you answered him you crushed your lips to his. Your hand disappeared in his dark locks and his hands pulled you closer by your waist. His rings were cold against your skin and you moaned in his mouth. He dipped his tongue in your mouth and fought with yours for dominance. But he won easily. You didn't wanna make it so easy for him but you were putty in his hands. He bit your tongue and you let out a long moan as the pain hit you. "Damn you like it hard, huh? I knew it. Thought about biting you every damn time I saw you in your tiny cheerleader skirt. Marking your thighs up with my bitemarks." he whispered as his hands roamed over your body, holding your breasts lightly. He felt your nipples harden under his touch.

He nibbled at your throat biting down hard. You gasped at this feeling, fisting his hair to keep you steady.

"You wanna go to my place, princess?" Eddie asked as he touched your nipples through your shirt. "Yes please!" you mumbled. He grinned and picked you up by your waist. You felt his hard dick against your core and you nearly fainted. This is the best outcome for tonight you could have ever imagined.

The drive to his trailer was silent as you squirmed around in your seat as his hand trailed up and down your thighs. You tried to push your legs together, your cunt dripping down on the seat as his fingers found your wet folds. His grip tightened around the steering wheel, knuckels turning white.

You finally arrived at his trailer. He unbuckled your seatbelt and his and was on you in seconds. "Get in the back. Now!" he growled lowly and his gaze turned darker.

"Yes, Eddie!" you wimpered and got in the back of the van as fast as you could. You nearly hitted your head on the van if Eddie didn't helped you and held his hand over your head.

As your legs met the soft blanket on the floor you thought that maybe he had this thing planned for tonight. As if he could read your mind he grinned and said: "I hoped you would be around today. So I had some things prepared."

He was hovering over you in seconds. His mouth found yours and he held your wrists over your head. You were at his mercy and you loved every second of it. Your juices were running down to your legs, your panties sticking to your folds. Eddie kissed down your throat and bit down again, leaving a dark mark on your neck. You mewled and squirmed beneath him. His other hand wandered to your perky boobs. Eddie pushed it up so your bra was on free display. You thanked the gods that you wore a black lace bra tonight with a matching panty.

"Damn, look at this princess. And I thought I was prepared. For who do you wear this nice bra, huh? Tell me." he mumbled between kissing your skin down to your breasts. He released your wrists and his hands came down to your boobs, massaging your hard nipples through your thin bra. "Only for you, Eddie. I hoped you would be there at this party." you whined, legs closing around Eddies waist. His rough jeans tickled your soft thighs and you could feel his hard one at your core. You squirmed around, wanting to feel as much friction as possible.

Your hands found their way to Eddies Jeans, fumbling with his belt as you tried to open it. You were nervous, as it was a long time ago that you had some bedroom action. He took your hand in his, kissing your nuckles. This small gesture calmed your nerves as you relaxed into his touch. "We don't need to do this, if you are not ready, princess. I can wait." he whispered and looked you deep in your eyes.

"No please! I waited so long. Please Eddie!" Tears flow down your eyes, ruining your mascara. Eddie smears your eyeliner even further down your cheeks, kissing softly on the salty skin. "You don't know what you do to me,Y/N. Crying and begging for me. You are perfect." he mumbled against your skin, moving his hands down to your waist. He hasticly removes your soaked panties and shoves them into his backpocket. "They are mine now." he said before going down to your pussy. He licked a fat stripe from your aching hole to your clit. You gasped, fingers clenching around Eddies locks as you pulled him closer.

He ate your pussy like it is his favorite meal. He adored how you sounded, your sweet little moans and sobs driving him on even more. His finger dipped into your wet hole, squeezing him as he pushed a second one into you. You cried out, his fingers reaching your sweet spot perfectly. "Jesus H. Christ. You sound so hot, princess." he moaned against your core between his licks. You nearly hit your orgasm as he stopped licking your clit, your pussy cleanching around his fingers. He bit down on your thigh, buried deep inside your hole. He didn't stop fingering you, knuckles deep inside you at a fast pace. Just as he bit down again on your other thigh you came. You tried to shut your legs, but Eddie kept them open for you. His whole weight was on both of your legs. You were shaking beneath him, trying to calm down, as he rode you through your orgasm. He came to a still as he slowly removed his fingers, kissing the hickeys he left on your legs.

"Th-Thank you, Eddie." you whispered out of breath. You never came this fast before.

"Aww, she has some really good manners. Even thanks me. You are so cute." he said and kissed your lips. You tasted your own juices mixed with his staliva. You moaned into his mouth as you tried to open his belt again. "Atta, princess. This is all about you." he grinned and kissed your hand. "Eddie- Please, I wanna feel you inside me." you sobbed, cheeks black from all your mascara tears that streamed down your face.

He loved seeing you begging and crying. His hard cock hurt and Eddie wanted nothing more than to bury his dick into your tight cunt.

He pushed his jeans and boxers down to his legs and pulled you closer to him. Your skirt rose up to your waist exposing your dripping cunt. Eddie opened your legs further. "Are you sure you want this? I can't hold back when I am inside you, Y/N." he said seriously. "Yes! Please Eddie fuck me raw please!" you nearly screamed, pathetically waiting for his cock inside you.

He pushed slowly into your hole. You cry out, your eyes rolling into your head. "Fuck! Princess, you are so tight! And you let me in raw. Dirty little girl." he mumbled against your skin, burying his face in your neck. He bit down on your throat, a small gasp escaped your lungs. Eddie picked up his pace, balls deep inside your wet pussy. He threw your legs over his shoulders, hitting your sweet spot at a devilish pace. Your fingernails digged into his forearms, leaving small marks all over his leather jacket. It turned you even more on, that he didn't bother to remove his clothes.

Your orgasm builed up again. Your legs started shaking as Eddies fingers found your puffy clit and started to draw small circles, pushing you closer to the edge.

"Eddie-!" you cried, tears falling onto your cheeks as your second orgasm hit you. Your pussy cleanched around Eddies cock and with a few more strokes he came as well. He helped you ride out your orgasm, slowly lowering your shaky legs down to his side. He gave your lips a small kiss, removing his dick from your aching cunt.

He plopped down next to you and pulled you to his side. You cuddled with him, burying your face in his neck. Eddie pulled you closer and you threw your leg over his waist, trying to get as much body contact as you could. "Y/N, are you ok? Sorry if I bit you too hard or hurt you in any other way..." Eddie said, playing with the strands of your hair. "Eddie. This was the best sex I ever had. Please, don't apologize." you said, kissing his lips deeply. He was surprised that you still stayed. Most people just come and go to him for a fast quickie. But you stayed.

"Eddie- I...I really like you." you said proping yourself up on your elbows, so you could see his facial expressions. He pulled you closer by your throat lightly squeezing it as he pecked your lips. "Go on a date with me." Eddie whispered between kisses. Your core grew wetter with the sound of his voice and his rough hand lightly squeezing your throat. You nodded happily laying down on his chest again.

[2jihiir0]

“Make it quick… baby’s sleeping..”

🚬🥃🖤⛓️

Older scruffier trailer trash Eddie that takes care of younger Steve while running some illegal businesses. I saw the new Hoard trailer and this sort of happened ?? My brain has been melting ever since.

Anyways enjoy loves~

[thorniest-rose]

listening to warmer in the basement by cobra starship and having steddie thoughts. want to write a little thing about steve being a pretty dancer in a club who’s so heartbreakingly sad bc his parents disowned him and he’s all alone in chicago with no one to look out for him and then there’s eddie who’s rich and a lot twisted and he grabs him from the parking lot one day and brings him to his house because he knows steve needs someone to take care of him and to make him cry <3

oh my godddd this is so hot??? This is making me think about my serial killer Eddie x stripper Steve au I was posting about a couple of months ago. But I love the idea of Eddie being a twisted rich kid too. Like the idea of a really dark and sadistic version of Eddie who's fixated on this beautiful boy he keeps seeing on stage at one of his frequent haunts and plotting how he can steal him away?? And if he actually did steal Steve one night and bring him back to his house?? And Steve's so scared because he thinks Eddie's going to rape and torture him but Eddie's just like, "little bird, don't be frightened, this is your home now" and he says it in the most gentle kind of voice. And maybe it would be believable except Steve's wrists are chained to the wall and there's a knife in Eddie's hand in case Steve tries to get free 💕

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

virgin sacrifice

a/n: you guys? hail satan.

summary: you didn’t think in your wildest dreams that Captain and Tennille’s best hits would be blasting over the camp’s speakers while you were running for your life from two nut job serial killers, ones who had already slain what looked like most of the other campers.

warnings: dark!steve harrington x reader x dark!eddie munson, dark content, noncon/dubcon, smut, summer camp au (they are all camp counsellors), slasher au, virgin!reader, very innocent!reader, final girl!reader, established relationship, violence, murder, weapons, blood, devil worship, predator/prey, bondage, knife kink, dirty talk, pussy inspection, oral, fingering, anal

word count: 1389

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It was the summer of 1986, right before you were supposed to go off to college and start your real life. It was also the summer when you worked as a counsellor at Camp Nebula, the very summer you fell in love for the first time. The summer when the most popular guy for some reason took notice of you and started calling you his girl. 

Now, he was a tad bit more experienced than you and wasn’t shy to show you in ways that you always snuffed out before they could grow into anything uncouth. That’s not how you’d been raised, to lose your virginity in a summer camp’s tool shed, however gobsmacked he made you feel, you just couldn’t take that step. 

No one had ever looked at you the way that he did, truly listened to you when you spoke, and even stood up for you, like whenever the camp’s freak would say things to you vulgar enough to render you speechless, your knight in shining armour would step in and save the day. 

It was the perfect summer. 

Was. 

Completely perfect right up till the murders began to happen. 

You didn’t think in your wildest dreams that Captain and Tennille’s best hits would be blasting over the camp’s speakers while you were running for your life from two nut job serial killers, ones who had already slain what looked like most of the other campers.

Lungs burning, you sprinted through the dark camp, a flicking lamppost above illuminating the path you raced down, the ground littered with sharp pine needles. 

When you made your way to the dining hall, the rotary phone inside, your plan of salvation, turned out to be just as dead as the summer friendships you’d thought would last a lifetime. 

“There’s nowhere left for you to run, little lamb!” the petrifying roar from just outside the hall’s walls caused you to jump and scurry into the kitchen, though when you did, your gaze should have been directed in front of you and not over your shoulder as you swiftly crashed into a figure. 

A blank mask stared down at you, one of the ones that the kids used for crafts, usually decorating them with an explosion of paint and beads. 

Chuckling softly at the way you stumbled back, he playfully uttered, “boo!” raising his hands up to scare you, retroactively flashing you the blade fast in his grip. Half-obscured eyes stilled glued to you, the killer shouted over his shoulder, “found her!” and held the weapon outstretched to keep you where you were. 

“Oh, good,” another masked murderer appeared as the back door was swung open, “well then let’s get this show on the road!”

“Please don’t kill me!” you cried as the one keeping you cornered grabbed you. 

“Kill you?” one of them laughed, “oh honey, we’re gonna do so much more than just kill you,” before he got out a bundle of rope and gestured to his partner, “get her up on the table.” 

Once they’d forced you down upon the cold steel surface and tied you up, they proceeded to reveal something to you that nearly caused your thumping heart to stop. 

“…Steve?” you scarcely breathed as one of them plucked off his mask and tossed it onto a counter. 

“Surprise,” your summer sweetheart flashed you a smile. 

“But–… I’ve been looking for you everywhere all night, you–… you did this?”

“Well, don’t give him all the credit,” the other one peeled off his mask as well. 

“Eddie?” you shuttered, “b-but you two hate each other.”

“That’s what we had to make you think so that no one would suspect a thing,” the long-haired rebel wiped some of the bloodstains on his blade clean on the hip of his jeans, “no one would ruin our plan.” 

“Y-your plan?”

“Might as well tell her,” Eddie nudged his partner who shifted his grip on the axe heavy in his grasp, “since she has such a big part to play in it.”

“Oh, what the hell, why not,” Steve grinned and pulled over a rickety stool, “you see, there are things, wishes, that both me and Eddie have,” the man you thought you’d loved began to explain, “ambitions that, try as we might, we can’t achieve on our own. So, Eddie here found this old book, this tome, that explained a ritual that could grant us our deepest desires...” he uttered dreamily, “it was really quite simple when it came down to it… first 40 lives and then you.”

“…me?” your voice trembled, “why me? I’m not anyone special, I'm just–”

“Oh no, Y/n, you sweet, sweet dumb girl,” Steve chuckled darkly, “you are the final piece to the puzzle,” he stared directly into your soul, “our perfect little virgin sacrifice.” 

Taking a step closer to your strapped-down form, Eddie’s stare danced down your frame, scrapes and dirt still tainting the uniform you’d freshly washed just this morning. 

“But you know, the funny thing is, our lord and saviour down in hell has a funny and pretty ancient definition of what a virgin is,” he teasingly ran the flat side of his blade up the length of your leg, smiling as you squirmed, “sure, some things are off limits, but not a lot…,” the tip of his knife dipped under your shorts and sliced them in two. With the configuration that they had bound you in, everything was already embarrassingly on show, though even more so now that all of your clothes were cut off your frame. Completely mesmerised as the last shred left your form, Eddie uttered softly, “oh, this is gonna be so much fun.”

“What are you doing?” you struggled against the robes as Steve rose from his seat. 

“It’s a real shame, baby,” his broad hands ran up your inner thigh, “I really did wanna pop your cherry myself, fuck I would have loved that, but I don’t deserve it as much as he does,” his thumbs, creeping up to either side of your core, extended out to wickedly spread you apart, “Satan may get to have your pussy,” you shuttered at the mortifyingly soppy sound that emanated as he briefly ran a finger though your folds, “but this little hole isn’t off limits,” his digit then swept down to draw a feathery circle over your rosebud. 

“Nor this one,” Eddie’s hand found your cheeks in a pinch and forced your lips to pucker, “but we might have to do a bit of convincing in order to be able to play up here,” your body stiffened up as the cold edge of his blade then pressed against your throat, “no teeth, or else we won’t make you feel good, won’t give you a little treat before you help us contact the man downstairs.” 

“How in the fuck do you think I’ll like any of this?” you spat back at him. 

“Uh!” they both laughed and shared a glance before Eddie noted, “I think that might have been the first time I’ve ever heard little miss goody two shoes swear! That’s so cute!”  

“Fuck you,” you wept, “you psycho–, oh!” a moan then ripped through your body and surprised you to the very core.

Glancing down between your legs, you saw that Steve was kissing you down there, his lips latched on to the little pearl that always seemed to throb in his presence. 

“What was that about you not enjoying this?” his sloppy peck detached in an obscene pop, “because you sure are soaked for someone who doesn’t think it feels good to be played with… we’re gonna make you feel good, so good, your virgin ass couldn’t even fucking dream about it…” the sensation of Eddie’s palm snaked down to squeeze your tit, while Steve brought his broad thumb up to bully your glistening clit, grinning at how your untouched hole clenched around nothing for him, “just look at how fucking messy you are for us… fucking leaking all over the place…” a groan then escaped him as one of his digits dipped down to slowly sink into your tight ass, simply testing the waters before the pair of them utterly obliterated you, “fuck… you almost make me wanna keep you forever and just find a different virgin to take your place…”

© 2024 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[littlest-dark-age]

I love worshipper!eddie ❤ it would just be oh so easy to hurt him but instead you take care of him like a perfect little pet

He's a lovely pet, will kneel whenever you ask<3

[diaryofaprettyprincess]

pervy!carmechanic!stepdad!eddie munson x innocent!stepdaughter!reader where her daddy's been coming into her room at night n her rubbing her until she squeals with delight, coming on his fingers, her stuffies, etc.

she feels those familiar butterflies flutter in her tummy when she sits on the lawn chair, watching eddie fix her cherry red car, his tattooed knuckles slowly becoming more dirty with grease as she sucks on her watermelon lollipop, biting her lower lip as she watches her stepdaddy roll out from under the car. she pushes her heart-shaped sunglasses on the top of her head.

eddie looks at her. god, he thinks, she was so beautiful he wanted to cry.

"baby," he watches her eyes light up, "can u grab me the wrench next to u behind the bench?"

she nods, biting her lower lip as she tries to tame those naughty butterflies.

she stands up, walking to the work bench before bending over to display her pink cotton panties, eddie's mouth practically watering as he pushes down on the tent forming quickly in his pants.

"i-i don't see it, daddy.." she bends down further, and eddie watches her swollen folds press against the thin material of her underwear, biting his lower lip.

"jus-just down more, sweet girl--think it might be under the tool box.." his words are airy and soft as she bends over further, and he catches small wet patch spreading on her panties. "good girl."

suddenly, she pops up, "found it, daddy!" she skips over to where eddie is sitting on the garage floor, handing him the wrench.

"t-thank you, baby."

she beams, her cunt aching as she bites her lower lip, suppressing a whimper as she sits back down on the lawn chair, spreading her legs n not thinking much of it as eddie forces himself to get back to work, the bulge in his pants throbbing.

--

about fifteen minutes later, she decides to go inside as she was getting warm all over--yes, from the heat of summer but also from her body pricking with arousal.

inside, she tries everything to satiate the hunger that burns between her thighs, but nothing seems to work. she spends five minutes rubbing her fat button on her bear stuffie, wetness soaking the fur but alas, no help. she pulls her panties up all of the way until her swollen folds envelope the material, her hips rutting. (eddie did this to her once before as he sucks on her pebbled nipples n she came almost immediately, but it didnt work this time). her lust clouded her mind so incredibly much that she tried rutting her bare cunt against the corner of her bed, but that didnt even work!

she huffed, grabbing her emotional support teddy as she walked back outside to the garage, the butterflies practically fluttering a tornado in her belly.

eddie was busy wiping the grease off of his hands with a ratty washcloth. his messy hair tied back in a loose bun, his facial hair making her heart pound.

"daddy?" her voice came out small n squeaky, and eddie recognized this.

"princess?"

she smiled softly and timidly, twiddling with the fur on her stuffie.

"i got butterflies in my belly,"she pouted softly, tears forming in her doe eyes with frustration as she looked up at her stepfather. "hurts."

eddie's breath hitched in his throat before he cleared it multiple times, running his index finger n thumb over the hairs above his upper lip. "yeah? what kinda butterflies u got,sweet girl?"

she only bit her lower lip nervously. talking about sexual things still made her incredibly shy.

eddie continued , his tone soft and sweet. "the normal ones or the ones where u want daddy to come into ur room in the middle of the night to fix em?"

lets just say her daddy spent three hours fixing her dilemma.

FJSDKFJKFD OKAY THATS ALL I GOT hehe

[chickengodnoodle]

Realization I made about my comfort movies last night

[theflowerrooms]

Hiya! So I've just read Swollen Lips and absolutely loved it 😍 I was wondering if you'd maybe take that a bit further in another fic for innocent!reader with oral fixation? Like imagine she'd slept over at Eddie's trailer and he wakes up to her sucking and licking the head of his cock which is just poking out of the top of his pyjama pants... and then take it wherever after that, my brain just got stuck on that one little part, haha

to request • Eddie’s masterlist • main masterlist • part one

Swollen Lips II

Eddie Munson x innocent!fem!reader with an oral fixation

Summary; sweet girl sleeping over at Eddie’s when you just really need something, anything between your lips. Thankfully Eddie already taught you the perfect solution.

Thanks for the request!! I loved writing swollen lips, so I loved writing this as well! I got a little carried away! can be read as a stand alone, but would make more sense if you read part one -petal

wordcount: 1.9k

warnings: smut, swearing, dark themes?, dubcon, coercion, somnophilia (reader wakes Eddie up with head), Oral (m and f receiving), fingering (f receiving) overstimulation, squirting, Eddie’s a bit of a perv with an affliction for reader’s innocence.

He was startled, and pleased. His shirt was clinging to his chest and back and he quickly ripped it off before his eyes focused on you.

His sweet girl on her tummy between his legs, teary eyed and desperate, whining softly. Eddie let out a shaking breath and pet your hair with one hand while he used the other to push his pyjama pants down further so you’d have better access.

Waking up to the sight of your kitten licking and sucking gingerly on the tip of his cock poking out of his pyjama pants was almost enough to knock him back out. And now? He got to bask in the sight and feeling of you moaning softly, whining contently now with his heavy cock on your tongue. “Better baby? That’s all you needed, huh?”

He felt so good, tired and groggy still, and you’d always make him feel good. He’d been with girls, and guys before, not a ton, but enough to have experience, to know what he was doing. You didn’t. You didn’t know what you were doing and that was evident, uncalculated and sloppy, drool leaking down your chin, tongue lapping his precum greedily; it all only spurred him on.

That paired with the fact that his was the first and only dick you’d ever touched, ever even seen. He wanted to keep it that way, make you his, make sure you didn’t know anything he hadn’t taught you and hadn’t seen anything he didn’t show you. He wanted to make sure he was the only one to see you bare and vulnerable.

You looked so beautiful to him right now. You always did, but right now, pleasing him because you needed it? He moaned loudly and you hollowed your cheeks, wanting to make him feel even better.

His fingers laced through your hair and tightened as he pushed his hips up a bit, slowly thrusting into your mouth. He focused on not making you gag or choke, which he thought might freak you out. He only wanted you to be comfortable and happy, so he reached down with his free hand and cupped the side of your face gently, thumb stroking your warm cheek. His touch made you blush. So beautiful.

His hands followed the motion as you moved your head up and down. You noticed the more you moved like that, the better he seemed to feel. Having something in your mouth calmed you down and made you feel good, yes, but making Eddie feel pleasure made you feel even better.

As you moved, your head leaned slightly into Eddie’s comforting touch that you loved. You figured he deserved the same, raising a hand up and under his shirt, gently petting his lower stomach. You weren’t sure if he could feel the love for him come from your hand, but the pink tinting his pale face was enough for you.

He was already close and then like earlier, you wanted more. So your mouth released his cock and dropped to his balls full with cum. Swollen, drool-covered lips left sloppy kisses and you took turns sucking on each of them, not caring to be gentle, but Eddie didn’t mind. He preferred it. He let out a half stifled moan that turned into loud broken moaning when he felt your hand, slightly cold and significantly smaller than his, wrap around his cock, jerking him off at the same paced he jerked himself off earlier. He prayed that Wayne had already left for work. Part of him was slightly disappointed he couldn’t be the one to teach you how to give a hand job now, but a bigger part of him was so proud of you for picking up on what felt good without him telling you. And all of him just felt good.

His hips shook and he whimpered. The sound made you look up at him while you continued worshiping his balls. Innocent, teary eyes looking into his almost made him blow his load right there. “Feels so good doll, gonna- you’re gonna make me cum soon sweetheart.” You didn’t respond to him, just giggled, he felt your smile against his sensitive skin and that was it.

He thrusted up into your hand, strangled breaths punching out of him as his toes curled beside you. He swore his legs shook as he came, but he couldn’t tell, too focused in watching his cum drip over your knuckles, a drop of it hitting your cheek. He swore he heard you whimper when he came.

He blinked quickly, trying to focus his eyes. His eyes focused just in time to watch you lick it off of your fingers, big smile on your face. He swallowed thickly as you moved up the bed to kneel next to him while he fixed his pants. He loved that smile.

“You did so good angel, thank you for that.” He grinned wide, big hand reaching up, swiping his cum off your cheek and gently forcing it into your mouth. He felt you hum around his skin, shuffling slightly. That’s when he noticed your thighs pressed together.

“You know baby.” He started, moving his hand from your mouth to your thigh. Gripping it softly, he zeroed in on the way your pretty lips dropped open. “It feels really good for me when you use your mouth down there. It can also feel really good for you if I use my mouth down here.” He explained as he moved his hand further up your bare thigh, feeling the heat radiating from your covered cunt.

“Really?” You asked, your eyes wide and cheeks warm. He watched you spread your legs just slightly and he was sure you didn’t even realize.

“Oh yeah- absolutely… Can I show you doll?” He asked, pupils blown, hand twitching to reach up further and aching to rub you through your shorts.

You didn’t say anything, just nodded your head and pushed your shorts and panties off. You were eagerly exposing yourself to him, that was enough of a yes to him.

Upon seeing how wet you’d gotten for him, he was quick to throw himself between your thighs. He was even quicker to lick a fat stripe up your folds, dragging his tongue over your clit. He realized slowly that he probably should’ve been slower, but the soft, shaky moan you let out washed away any previous care he had about that.

He held your thighs with a vice grip, feeling you squirm around as he buried his tongue inside of you. His fingers dug into your soft flesh, probably hard enough to leave bruises, but you didn’t complain, so neither did Eddie.

He couldn’t get over how good you tasted, how sweet, all for him. Licking your pretty little pussy was a million times better than settling for the crotches of the panties he’d steal from you. Something he’d never tell you about. “Taste so fuckin’ good.”

He didn’t have to see you to know you were blushing. “Thanks- thank you Eddie.” Your voice shook so obviously, he knew you were probably close. He knew you were definitely close when he went from licking to simply sucking on your clit as hard as he could without hurting you. All you could get out was desperate whimpers and his name, over and over again. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

“Feels- feels- it’s funny, feeling funny, E-Eddie.” You struggled to get the sentence out. Eddie laughed quietly and darkly, his hands gripping your hips roughly so you couldn’t pull them away like you were trying to do.

He removed his lips from your sensitive bundle of nerves for just a moment, “It’s okay baby- trust me.” And you did. He sucked your clit into his mouth and shook his head from side to side before you finally came, screaming his name.

He figured this was probably your first orgasm, definitely your first one from someone else, and he was right on both accounts. You shook and screamed. Screams turned into moans and moans turned into whimpers as you came down from this feeling. He could feel your walls twitching against his chin.

He couldn’t help himself as he slid two fingers inside you, amazed by the zero resistance. “Eddie! Too much- too much- no more, I can’t.” Your voice shook and he was quick to soothe you, free hand stroking your hair and you keened into his touch.

He shook his head with a pout that matched yours, he loved that pout. “It’s okay baby, you’re okay, need you to trust me, hm? Like before? gonna feel good again real soon.” He rushed out and you nodded. He smiled, thumb finding your clit, tight fast circles as he thrusted his middle and index fingers in and out of you at a ruthless pace.

Every sound and word that came out of you sounded like one never ending whine, and he loved it. He knew you were gonna cum sooner than before, so sensitive and still so new to it all.

That proved to be right. His fingers inside you dragged against your g-spot over and over. You felt so weird, a new sensation started forming in your lower stomach. You weren’t sure what it meant, and you couldn’t get the words out to let him know. His thumb rolled just right over your clit and that was it. You heard a soft gushing sound and Eddie moaning before you felt your second orgasm hit you even harder than the first. You shook and screamed, heart racing as a hot energy raced from your toes to your head.

It took a few seconds before you came down from your orgasm. Soon your eyes started working again, just in time to watch Eddie suck his fingers clean, another moan of satisfaction leaving his lips. Your eyes fell from his lips to his wet wrist, then to the dark puddle on his bedsheets, no idea how it came from you. Your face flushed knowing you made a mess.

“That was so- so hot. Felt good doing it, seeing that.” He quelled your worries and you smiled shyly at him, saying ‘thank you’. Always so polite, his good girl. His cock was rock hard again under the plaid fabric of his pyjama pants, but he’d ignore it. He’d already worked you to completion and then some. He decided to take it easy on you now and give you the aftercare you deserved. He wouldn’t break you completely like he wanted… Not tonight at least.

He helped you put your panties and shorts back on and pulled you close to him on the side of the bed, out of the way of the wet spot. He spooned you comfortably under the covers, with arm under you, holding you gently. With his other arm, he grabbed your jaw and turned your head to face him, placing a big wet kiss on your soft, beautiful lips. He could get used to kissing you. He laughed softly as you scrunched up your nose. “What’s the matter baby?” He whispered.

“Yucky, I don’t taste nice, ‘s not yummy like yours is.” He knew what you were talking about but couldn’t possibly agree less.

“Well, I love it.” He huffed playfully and rested his head next to yours, fingers finding their way to your lips and slipping past them so you could have something in your mouth as you slept.