Post-modern, So Satanic —> Eddie Munson X F!reader

Summary: You’ve known Eddie Munson for most of your life, he’s lived down the street from you since you moved to Hawkins way back in the 2nd grade. He’s your bestfriend and always seems to be around and that hasn’t ever been an issue up until now. You’ve found yourself crushing on none other than Steve Harrington who just is a little confused at your friendship with the long haired metalhead who has secretly had a massive crush on you since middle school and will be damned in “King Steve” is going to be the one to take you away from him. So this is a story about how Eddie makes it his mission to always be around trying his best to become a wedge between you and Harrington all while you’re constantly trying to reassure Steve that Eddie is just Eddie, your bestfriend and that’s it…for now?✨

Type of Story: Slow burn (get comfy it’s a super slow burning lol)

A/N: In this universe Steve and Eddie don’t really know each other and aren’t friends at all

Status: Ongoing

Instagrams: coming soon

Conversations: coming soon

Extras: here

*This is mainly a texting series and you’ll find everything in the correct order done below*

Part 1: Who is that?

Part 2: Just Eddie

Part 3: Responsible

*kisses you while you're in the middle of infodumping* Sorry, you're just being really sexy right now. Continue.

Eddie would have this ring sword for knighting purposes during DND.

ASDFGHJKL STOPPPP. 🥴🥴

He would just become wholly fucking obsessed with you too. Taking time out of workdays to have breakfast and lunch with you, checking on you multiple times a day. BRINGING YOU COFFEE FROM YOUR FAVORITE SHOP ugh. Literally so in love with this man it makes me SOB.

YES YES YES ALL THIS ++++ fucking you in his office during your breaks 🙄 he would be so caring and sweet but when he gets the chance he will pound into you and make you a moaning mess!! but of course, after that he will take you to your favorite restaurant for lunch like the gentleman he is 😌

Yandere Peter Ballard

AO3

Pairings: Yandere/Dark! Peter Ballard X gn!Reader

Warnings: Yandere, dark, manipulation, stalking, obsession, possession, violence, killing, murder, blood, forced relationship, lying

Whether you're one of the "prisoners" there, whether you're an outsider, or Martin's child... you are his obsession now. The moment his hateful and venomous eyes meet with your innocent gaze, something snaps inside him. He doesn't know exactly what his feelings are, but he realizes how much he cares for you when he saw himself that he hasn't faked the caring friend role he's played so far when he's with you. Everything he says is true and his smiles are sincere. He can't believe himself, and mostly you. Who were you?

No matter how sincere his feelings and actions are towards you, he still isn't completely honest. There is a manipulative predator lurking behind his sincerity, and his gaze at you is as if he's looking at some poor prey. It was like you had walked with your own feet to the table of a hungry wolf and expected him to feed you. Listening carefully to his soft voice is proof of how naive and easily fooled you are. You widen your eyes and look at him with your separated mouth. You really are silly, aren't you?

Believing everything he says and being enchanted by his caring voice makes his job much easier. He manipulates you with his words and actions every second he spends with you. He doesn't condition himself "I have to manipulate" when he's with you, it just happens. While you're having time with yourself, he sits next to you and slyly tells you everything he wants to get into your weak mind with a smile on his face. He knows how to get you closer and bond with him. From the stories he tells to the advice he gives, you listen with interest because he's a very understanding and kind person. A good man who is beyond your dreams. Infact, he may be the only one you need for the rest of your life!

That's not all. He closely monitors your interaction with those around you. He makes sure you don't talk to anyone and warns you not to trust anyone. They will all try to hurt you, stay with him and just trust him. He can be the only friend you need. He makes you believe that you are in need of protection, whether you have powers or not.

He brings you everything you might need, you need, want, or think you'll love, even though you don't want him to do. He takes great pleasure in providing you, making him feel like you're under his control and depended on him for everything. He wants to place in your mind the question "Will he bring something for me today" so that you can think of him as your provider. This way you'll see how well he takes care of you and want to live a life with him. It's very important for this relationship that he guides you into this rather than forcing you. He doesn't want to do the hard way no matter what.

His patience really allows things to go the way he wants them to. When a question mark arises in your mind, he talks to you maybe for hours to clear it up. He can spend all his time making you completely believe him. His patience doesn't run out and he never lets down his innocent mask. You can't see his true color unless you try to seriously hurt him.

He learns your interests quickly and uses them while spending time with you. He shows you how much he cares for you in every possible way and at every opportunity. It would take you a long time to realize that someone who cares so much for you is a very powerful and dangerous person.

He takes very good care of you when you hurt yourself in some way. He's the one who take care of you unless otherwise necessary, and he always asks if it hurts before and after he bandaged you. He doesn't want you to move and wants you to stay in bed. It's almost like giving orders. But then he quickly smiles and says if you get out of bed it'll upset him a lot, so you do as he says and rest. Although he tells you not to go anywhere as if he can't be with you all day, he stays with you almost all day. He reads you books, tells stories and memories, asks questions to get to know you, and entertains you. Seeing you hurt and crying deeply disturbs him. It's not in his plan for you to get hurt. He doesn't stop until he finds out who or what caused it.

The day he takes you in a safe place and tells you to stay there, you'll figure out everything. The screams coming from outside take you out of that room and you run until you find him. Blood and dead bodies scare you so much that you almost faint. You think he'll protect you when you find him, but the moment you witness him killing the boy who bullied you, danger bells ring all over your mind. Maybe a long time ago you suspected his obsessive interest in you and you wanted him to leave you alone, maybe you liked it and wanted him to stay, it doesn't matter. Once you find out that he's a ruthless murderer who has incredible powers, you want to escape from him forever. But he's very convincing.

His cold voice gives a chill down your spine since you didn't listen to him and left there, but it softens after he turns to you. He tells you that he did everything for you and that they were the real enemy. He smiles as he caresses your cheek with his bloody hand. He still refuses doing the hard way. He knows how sensitive you are in that moment, and he's trying to get you to his side, despite all the murders he's committed. He knows that if he does the hard way, your feelings for him are almost certain to change permanently, and he never wants that. You expect destructive and cruel behavior from him, but he never gives it. He refuses to take his mask off. Maybe he's not wearing a mask when he's with you, or maybe the fear of losing you is stitching the mask on his face. All he knows that he doesn't want you to afraid of him.

Oh lawd could you imagine him finally coming to terms with the fact that he was in love with his secretary (AHEM YOU). Like every day he walks past you and you tell him “good morning chief” he just has to fuck his fist in his office before he can even say anything to you.

YES!!!! i love this 😮‍💨

but imagine catching him one day, walking into his office while his hand is around his dick, pumping it while quietly groaning your name, “chief, have you-“ you freeze in the door opening as your eyes widen at the sight in front of you. hopper quickly zips his pants back up in panic and apologizes over and over again, but when he looks back up at you, he sees you walking inside his office and slowly closing the door behind you while he looks at you with a puzzled expression. few minutes later you’re bend over his desk while he fucks you roughly from behind, finally feeling you around him instead of having to imagine it everyday

you ever watch porn and get absolutely enraged because not a single man on there knows how to eat pussy

Scare Cute - Eddie’s Night

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: You visit a haunted house attraction with friends and there’s one particular scarer who seems determined to give you a fright.

Contains: fluff, allusions to feelings of arousal, blood (fake), weapons (fake), flirting, allusions to smut

Word count: 1.6k+

Masterlist

A/N: this is based on the time I went to a haunted house and the scarer couldn’t scare me because I was too busy recovering from when he growled at me lol (he got me in the end though) dedicated to my Betty Spaghetti 😘 and a thank you to my beta readers @lilthbunny @probablyin-bed and @tylevx you guys are wonderful

I do not give permission to have my work copied, translated, rewritten, put into any AI programs, or reposted

The interior of the building was dark and loud as it filled with eerie music, screams of fright, and the chattering of voices who waited for their turn to witness the terror inside the infamous Hawkins Houses of Horror. It was Hawkins' most popular attraction during the fall season and the only reason you made the 40-minute trip to the small town. It was a tradition for you and your friends to visit their annual haunted house together to ring in the spooky season.

The town had put together multiple haunted houses, all with their own theme. There was The Dollhouse of Dread, The Manor of Souls, The Witches Curse, and your favorite the Massacre at the Farm. You always started with the Dollhouse first before you made your way through the others, knowing it was the least intense of all of them. You were never an easy scare, using horror movies to help you sleep at night.

As you waited outside the first house you saw a few scare actors wandering the main area and trying to scare those waiting in line. There was one actor in particular who seemed rather skilled at it. He always seemed to pick the perfect time, always catching the poor bystanders off guard. But you saw him coming.

He slammed the head of his scythe on the ground beside you, making a loud clanking sound. Your friends flinched and one of them even yelped. But you merely looked at him, taking in his appearance. A burlap sack made into a mask was over his face, blood smattered across it with the mouth stitched shut. His overalls were torn up and covered in fake blood as well. He leaned in close to you, hay poking out of his sleeve with long-fingered hands reaching for you but never touching. The horrific scarecrow before you stared you down, deep brown eyes barely visible from behind the mask. But you stood your ground, with a smile on your face.

“Hi,” you beamed at him. His face was now inches from yours. So close you could feel his hot breath on your face. No scarer had ever gotten so close to you before. Just as you were about to say something else to the looming figure a guttural growl slipped past his lips.

Your heart picked up in tempo, but you weren’t scared. Your eyes widened for a second as your thighs instinctually clenched together. As heat rose in your cheeks he pulled away, eyeing you over once more before he went on his way to scare more people. You sighed deeply through your nose once he was gone. Your friends didn’t seem to notice your reaction to the scarecrow man, and you were thankful for that knowing the relentless teasing they would unleash onto you if they did.

You went through the Dollhouse, your friends getting spooked when a kid who you didn’t see coming crawled across the floor in front of you, asking you to play. But you remained unphased and joked that you already had plans. The next house you got through relatively quickly and moved on to wait in line for the third, the Witches Curse. You and your friends chatted amongst each other as you waited your turn to enter.

Then you saw him out of the corner of your eye. He approached you slowly, but you remained still and kept looking towards your friends to let him think you hadn’t noticed him yet. He came up right beside you and suddenly got in your face, slamming his scythe on the ground once again to make you jump. You turned to him, giggling lightly as you said, “Oh you’re back!” He responded with a snarl, long fingers curling by your face almost brushing your cheek. You shivered from the proximity.

“See you at the Farm,” he whispered. Your breath hitched in your throat at his voice, deep, smooth, and full of warmth. For a moment you could have sworn he winked at you. Then he was gone again, sneaking up behind an unsuspecting man and making him scream in fright.

“Poor guy,” one of your friends tutted. “All he wants is one little scare and you won’t even give him that.”

You merely shrugged, trying to catch your breath from hearing his voice.

You and your friends made it through the third house. Your mind was in another place during your trek through it, trying to decipher his tone when he said he’d meet you at the farm. It was both vaguely threatening and flirtatious. A combination you were not used to. With the strangely attractive scarecrow man clouding your thoughts you barely paid attention to the scarers in the Witches Curse. One curly-haired boy in particular looked rather disappointed with himself when he didn’t scare you by jumping out at you.

The scarecrow still did not leave your mind as you waited in line for the last and final house. The Massacre at the Farm. This one was infamous. The scariest of them all. But you were far more concerned with what the scarecrow meant when he said he’d meet you here, and what you would do if he growled at you again.

You didn’t see him among the other scarers who stayed in the main area. That only made you more anxious as you stepped into the last house with your friends.

The walls of this house were designed to resemble that of an old farmhouse. Blood splattered across the walls and family portraits. The corpse of an old farmer laid across the couch, his head missing from his shoulders. As you continued through the house you entered the kitchen. A woman in a bloody apron and a ghastly scarred face wielded a knife as she rushed over to you, rambling on about the taste of your flesh and how tender you would be. Your friends jumped slightly, not expecting her approach, and quickly pulled you through that room and into a bedroom.

A young girl stood in the corner with a wicked smile on her face, her red hair pulled into pigtails while she clutched an ax in her hand.

“Papa got what was coming to him, mama said!” She shouted as she ran up to you. She raised her ax at you, but you didn’t flinch. She laughed menacingly when she saw one of your friends did. Just as you were about to leave, a man with his mouth sewn shut jumped out of the closet at you, making all your friends scream. You merely laughed along with the two scarers who chuckled diabolically as you and your friends hurried out of the room. You went down a long and dark hallway. It was so dark you could barely see your friends in front of you. The hallway led you to the final room which looked like a back porch to a farmhouse.

The ceiling was made to look like the night sky and ahead of you was a hallway whose walls were made from walls of corn stalks. It was an incredibly narrow space, so much so that you and your friends decided to go through it in a single file line. You slowly made your way through the twisting maze when a sudden rumbling noise had you whipping around in the direction of it. But there was nothing behind you. When you turned back around your friends were gone.

“Guys?” you called out to them, but there was no response. You continued down the narrow path, your hair stood on end from the sudden disappearance of your friends. For the first time, you started to feel uneasy, not understanding where your friends had gone. Once you saw the end of the maze you quickened your pace. At the end of the maze was a room made to look the center of it. A scarecrow sat in the center strung up on some t-shaped planks. Your mind was brought back to the scarecrow man from the waiting area. You hadn’t seen him since his mildly threatening promise. It put you on edge, but you decided not to dwell on it when you saw the exit sign in front of you.

But before you could make it a figure came out from the shadows suddenly holding a large object over your head, your back hit the wall as you cowered and let out a scream. Your arms went up instinctively to cover your face, but a chuckle had you pulling them down and opening your shut eyes.

The scarecrow man from before loomed over you.

He pulled his mask off his face. His forehead glistened with sweat, bangs sticking to his skin as his brown eyes looked down at you. His lips spread out into a mischievous smirk.

“What’s wrong darlin’?” he teased, putting his hand against the wall above your head as he leaned into you. “You scared?”

“You asshole!” you pushed him away by his shoulders and he laughed as he stumbled back. “You can’t do that!”

He grinned at you, pushing his sweaty bangs off his forehead. “Couldn't let you ruin my reputation as the best scarer,” he winked at you, causing a flutter in your chest.

“Now, what do you say you give me your number and the next time I growl for you I won’t be in this silly costume.”

You hummed, sliding a finger under one of the straps of his overalls. “I don’t know,” you shrugged. “I kind of like the costume.”

“Yeah?” He replied, his voice low and quiet. “I get off in 10 minutes. Meet me in the parking lot?”

“Will you wear the mask?”

“Fuck, I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

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bleed so pretty

premise: eddie leaves you with a reminder of who you belong to, that he’ll always come back for you, that you’re his.

pairing: ghostface!eddie munson x (f)reader

word count: 1k

warnings: eighteen+ content, dubcon (i wrote this with the idea that reader and eddie had agreed to all of this, therefore consensual noncon is also a warning), rough sex, knife play, blood play, branding (marking/carving), pain kink, possessiveness, dirty talk, hair pulling.

etc: it’s finally happened, i see the appeal of mr ghostface and i’m a dirty whore because of it. this is completely an anons fault ok!

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He has you on your knees, your face pushed into your pillows by one of his gloved hands. The hold he has in your hair makes your skull ache and itch from the pull. The screams you’re letting out scald your throat like you’re swallowing a pitcher of hot water.

Like you’re being fucked torturously hard, your insides over sensitive and burning from the pull and drag of his cock in your tightness; the head of his length continuing to kiss, poke, fuck all those spots that usually go unreached. That has your nails paining from how hard you’re gripping the plush of your comforter.

Your body is blazing, the only relief you get—the only cool thing that helps you breathe, that keeps you from passing out from everything—is from the tears that have stained your cheeks, coming down in pools and onto your pillow to leave you in a teary-snotted mess.

And then there’s the coolness from the knife at your hip. The one in his grip as he digs his fingers into your side to pull you back onto his cock, meeting his hard thrusts relentlessly and without remorse. Without a care that you’re a trembling screaming mess, begging him, pleading; for what? To be free? For him to stop? No, no.

“You don’t want me to stop. The proof is on my cock.” His voice is muffled from the mask, making him sound even more menacing and scary. Has your heart beating heavy, your walls clenching around him.

“I told you I’d come back for you.” The bite of the tip of the knife makes your back arch, body flinching, sobs hiccuping in your throat as your nerves mix in with the undeniable pleasure and pain that’s wrecking your body. He runs the tip of the knife down your spine, light, slow, all it would take is a little bit of pressure and it’d have you bleeding. “You’re mine.” A hard thrust has you crying out, “say it. Say you’re mine.”

You’re too busy choking on tears and pleas and whimpers that you can’t get anything out, the only response he gets is muffled and delirious and it’s not good enough for him.

The scream you let out from the tug of your hair, him pulling you head first up to him so your back is at his chest. The blade of the knife now at your neck. Your face feels raw and red from the friction of his thrusts, from your blubbering. You wonder if he’s smiling under the mask with the way he lets his gloves run along the tears before he grips your jaw tightly to keep you steady.

The pressure of the knife at your throat makes your body shiver, just as much as it makes your pussy clench. “Do I need to remind you how this works? That you do as I say? That you’re mine?”

You can barely shake your head from the hold he has on your jaw. But even the small movement you’re able to do is not good enough for him. The disapproving hum he lets out makes you look up at him with pleading eyes, with eyes that say you’ll do whatever he wants, just don’t hurt you.

It’s not good enough.

The whiplash you get from him slamming your body bad down onto the bed makes you dizzy. So dizzy that you don’t comprehend that the weight of his forearm is heavy at the your shoulder blades, his cock still inside of you but unmoving, the blade of the knife pressed hard into your lower back.

“Maybe I should give you a reminder. So you never forget who you belong to.”

There’s not time for you to process, to say anything before you feel the deep dig of the blade into your flesh; cutting, slicing, making you scream into your pillow for a whole other reason than you were seconds ago.

It’s a scream that doesn’t stop; that lights a whole other type of fire in your belly, a disgusting ache that’s unnerving and so good, one that doesn’t stop. Not until he’s done. Not until he finally pulls the blade from your shaking body, the pressure of his body from your back—his cock still throbbing and moving languid and slow inside of your pulsing heat, the speed picking up as he lifts your hips to put you back in position. An arm around your waist to hold up your wobbling body.

Your entire being is burning, stinging, aching, feeling a new kind of weak. Of wrecked.

You don’t have to ask, to reach back and feel your new wounds, your new brand, to know that he’s carved his initials into your flesh. The smell of copper stings your nose as you finally breathe in the air of something other than the pillow.

And with each hard thrust of his hips into you, has the ripple of your ass making the gashes pang and throb even more.

Like a tantilizing fucked up reminder that he’s marked your body forever, of him, for him. It makes you whimper in pain—laced with lustful anguish.

“Do you know now?” He grunts, deep, like he’s really enjoying this, like he’s never felt, saw, had anything more beautiful than you. “Know who you belong to?”

“Y-yes,” you choke out, your voice a croak of a sob.

“Good girl.” There’s a hiss coming from your lungs, your body trying to retreat from his again as he runs a finger along the brand. “So pretty,” your back is being arched again, pressed to his front, the knife still pressed at your hips where his arm is wrapped around. While his other hand brings itself to your mouth, his gloved fingers coated in your blood. There’s no asking, or request, just a silent demand as he shoves them inside of your mouth. Drool and spit meeting the taste of copper on your tongue. Your own blood being swallowed down around his fingers, “let this be your reminder. You’re mine.”

Something A Bit More

Imagine:

Being paired with eddie and during the project you've expressed your displeasure with your boyfriend and wanting someone a bit more..... toxic.

"Oh I know what you mean like if you were mine I wouldn't even let you out my sight, I'll follow you home and make sure you get home safe I would make decisions for you and wouldn't let you hangout withother men unless you have my hickies all over your neck"