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Heavy Metal Lover | Eddie Munson x Reader NSFW 18+

Summary: You’re at the Iron Maiden show. He’s at the Iron Maiden show. You’re pretty cute. He’s pretty cute. And good news…he’s got a van.

Warnings: smut, oral, penetrative sex

You hadn’t gone out to the Iron Maiden show expecting to find love, or even a one night stand. You went to have fun, and even though you were surrounded by dudes who were all either checking you out or giving you weird looks for being a single girl at a metal show, you were having the time of your life.

Eddie hadn’t driven two hours from Hawkins to find love, unless you could count moshing as a form of intimacy. A small part of him hoped he might find some cutie whose number he could get, but really, it wasn’t his top priority. He was in it for the music, for the metal injection straight into his fucking veins, and anything else that happened that night would just be a bonus—wait, hang on. There was a total babe there, not five feet away from him, and he was absolutely transfixed.

When you felt someone staring at you, you glanced to your left. There, you saw the goofiest, handsomest guy, with shaggy dark hair and the most awestruck expression on his face. You couldn’t help but smile at the look in his wide eyes, and as you did so, Eddie felt his heart beginning to race.

You were so hot.

So, so hot.

And he had no idea what to say.

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Unforgiving

Kinktober 2022 - Day 5

Pairing: Ghostface!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Kink: Knife Play

Words: 1.06k

Summary: Eddie breaks into your house thinking you were an easy target but you put up a fight and get his mask off and well you saw his face, he can’t let you go now. 

Warnings: explicit language, descriptions of violence, explicit sexual content (dub-con, slight bondage, knife kink, unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal sex, teasing, squirting, slight degrading, overstimulation, creampie, rough sex), Eddie being pervy, slight blood, Reader being a badass

a/n: Here is Day 5! I hope you enjoy! Also writing dark fics are not my speciality but I hope I did good!

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blood lust — poly!steddie

pairing: ghostface!eddie munson x fem!reader x ghostface!steve harrington

warnings: smut, threesome, vaginal sex, double penetration, anal sex, cursing, brief knife play, blood, mask kink, established polyamorous relationship, mentions of murder, possessive behavior, hair pulling, praising, degrading, fingering, oral sex (m. receiving), voyeurism, masturbation, creampie, squirting, spanking, dubcon

word count: 3.8k

summary: some people had trouble understanding that you were theirs, so your boyfriends felt the need to remind them, as well as you.

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“Finally” you sighed and plopped down on the couch, finally able to unwind after a long day at school. Given that your exams were coming up and you hadn't prepared all that much, you were busier than usual, but you had decided to rest tonight and put schoolwork and studying on hold.

After being unable to for some time, you wanted to watch some tv tonight so you took the remote control from the table and turned it on. A news channel popped on automatically, and the announcer shared some quite unsettling news: “Attention to all citizens of Hawkins; there is a murderer on the loose. Although the precise number of victims has not yet been determined, we firmly advise that you lock all of your doors and windows as well as stay inside after 8 p.m”.

You chuckled and were about to zap to a different channel when you saw something flashing past the window in the corner of your eye, making you flinch as you turned your head around instantly. You momentarily froze with a confused frown on your face, but you quickly figured it must have been a bird, so you returned your focus to the tv. You brushed it off before noticing something in the corner of your eye once again. With a puzzled expression on your face, you quickly turned the tv off and walked over to your house's large glass sliding door. You tried to peer through the glass by pressing your forehead against it and using your hands to block the light from inside out, yet it was still too dark to see anything.

You took a deep breath and slowly but warily pulled the door open to take a look at what you saw. When you were greeted by a chilly night breeze and could only hear the sounds of nearby cars, you wanted to turn around and go back inside, but before you could do so, you gasped as felt the smooth fabric of gloves around your exposed waist and the cold and sharp touch of a knife on your throat, causing your heart to race in fear as you desperately tried to escape.

“Hi sweetheart” you sighed in relief when you heard the familiar voice and giggle of your boyfriend Eddie while his gloved hands gently squeezed your waist.

“Sorry to scare you” your other boyfriend Steve whispered with a deep voice into your ear, slowly lowering the knife that he held against your throat. You turned around and saw the boys standing in front of you wearing their white masks and black robes— their usual outfits for when they kill.

It was still strange to think about sometimes— you, dating two killers. It certainly was in the beginning, especially since you were supposed to be on the never-ending list of victims. But they fell for you, and weirdly enough, you for them. Consequently, their relationship turned into a polyamorous one.

Now, you are their everything. They would go endless ways to protect you, to keep you safe and secure. Not that you wouldn’t do the same. On the nights when they come back from killing, you’re waiting for them, ensuring they have erased all evidence of their crimes and, if the victims were able to defend themselves, aiding them in treating their wounds.

“Idiots! Don’t do that to me!” you annoyingly yelled as they both raised their masks, glaring at you with mischievous smiles on their blood-covered faces.

“Jesus, what did I tell you about not being messy when killing? Also, how did you guys even manage to get it under the mask?” you asked bewildered before hitting both of them on the back of their heads.

“Steve’s fault” “Hey, that’s not fair! You were-“ “You know what? I don’t care! I’m going to change into my pyjamas” you interrupted, stomping away from them to go upstairs and change into a different outfit.

The three of you had a movie night planned. As a result of all the killing they’ve been doing, you had been feeling lonely and wanted to do something fun with the three of you, so after a few pouty faces and whining they finally agreed. Of course, they would. They rarely ever refused you, especially if you used your, according to them, ‘adorable whiny voice’.

You walked upstairs and removed your make-up in the bathroom before heading to your bedroom, grabbing your pyjamas. You sat down on your bed and were about to take off your shirt when you felt a hand wrap around your ankle, making you jump up in the air as you screamed before hearing Eddie’s laugh coming from beneath the bed.

“Asshole!” you shouted at him as Steve came running up the stairs soon after.

“What happened?” he asked worriedly, before seeing Eddie crawling from under your bed as you stood next to it with a pouty face.

“Eddie scared me” you said softly before walking over to Steve and wrapping your arms around his body. He embraced you and gave you small kisses on your head while secretly high-fiving Eddie behind your back.

After they went back downstairs, you hastily changed into your pyjamas and ran downstairs excitedly to watch a horror movie Steve brought from Family Video. All of you settled down on the couch, both boys on either side of you with a cosy blanket covering you. The movie just started, when you heard the doorbell ring. You frowned before remembering it was your classmate who had unintentionally taken your book instead of his own home, and he had promised to deliver it to your house. Both Eddie and Steve looked at you instantly, a concerned look on their faces.

“Don’t worry, It’s someone from school. I’ll be right back” you explained as you kissed both boys and stood up. You walked to the door and opened it to see Jason Carver standing in the doorway, a charming smile on his face and your book in his hand.

“Hi Jason, thanks for bringing the book” you greeted, extending your arm to take the book from him. You wanted to be quick about it, knowing that Steve and Eddie, especially Eddie, didn’t get along with Jason. Not only that, it was obvious that Jason had a thing for you, secretly flirting with you when Steve and Eddie weren’t around.

“No problem, beautiful” he said with a smirk, causing your eyes to widen as you swiftly turned around to see whether anyone heard him.

“What? Your boyfriends are here? I’m sure they won’t mind me talking to you” oh but they will. They will. Your arm was still in the air, anxiously waiting for him to give you the book.

“You know I would treat you so much better than both of them”

“Just, give me the book” he chuckled as he handed you your book.

“I brought you something else as well” he said as he held a box in his hands, “chocolate cupcakes”

You were about to grab the cupcakes when you heard footsteps behind you, causing your heart to race. Jason’s face shifted to one of rage as Steve leaned against the door opening and Eddie stood on the other side of you, snatching the box of cupcakes out of Jason’s hands.

“Hey— those are not for you!” Jason said aggravatedly but Eddie simply ignored him and only focused on the box in his hands. Jason looked at him furiously as he pulled out a cupcake and took a large bite out of it, “Hmm, these are delicious!” Eddie exclaimed, handing Steve one as well. Steve’s eyes didn’t leave Jason for a second, flashing him an intimidating and angry look.

“Alright. Thanks for the cupcakes but you can leave now” Eddie said, his mouth stuffed with the cupcake as he tried to slam the door shut but Jason stopped it with his hand. His face displayed a troubled expression as his head leaned a little closer to yours.

“Just, be careful Y/n. There’s a killer out there” Jason said genuinely, as far as you could tell.

“I think she will alright” Steve said as he closed the door, “Idiot”.

You all walked back to the couch, Eddie still stuffing himself with cupcakes. There was a tense mood and it was quiet—too quiet. Eddie was busy eating the cupcakes but Steve, on the other hand, sat on the couch and stared at you with a serious and emotionless expression, making you feel nervous before he abruptly stood up.

“I have to go. I forgot I needed to help Robin with something. I’ll be back soon” Steve stated as he hastily put his shoes on and grabbed his jacket. He kissed the both of you goodbye and walked through the door, leaving you confused but you shrugged it off.

You ate the remaining cupcakes together with Eddie while you were laying with your head on his lap. After a while, the both of you ate all the cupcakes but Steve was still nowhere to be seen.

“Steve’s taking too long. I want to watch movies” you pouted, gazing up at Eddie through your lashes.

“I’ll go help him” he responded as he ran his thumb over your lips to clean off the icing. You rose up from his lap and watched him put on his shoes and jacket before giving you a kiss.

“You should stay here. There’s a killer on the loose, you know” he said with a smile as he winked before walking out the door, leaving you alone in your house.

After waiting impatiently for about an hour for both of them to return, you ultimately settled down to watch movies on your own with a glass of wine. You were fixated on the television screen as a tense and frightening scene was playing. You tried to grab the glass of wine from beside you but you were so focused on the screen that you instead knocked it over and spilled it all over yourself.

“Oh fuck!” you quietly cursed to yourself as your white shirt was now stained with red wine. Your shirt was drenched so you immediately took it off, leaving you in your bra and pyjama shorts. You cleaned the couch as thoroughly as you could with a wet cloth before hearing the phone ring, causing a frown to appear on your face in confusion. Throwing the cloth aside, you walked to the phone and picked it up.

“Tsk tsk, dumb girl, spilling wine all over herself” the person on the other line remarked, their voice altered using a voice changer. You grinned as you recognized him as one of your two boyfriends—most likely Steve based on the way he spoke.

“Hmm, you look so good in that black bra though” he said, causing you to feel butterflies in your stomach.

“Thank you, anonymous caller” you joked with a giggle.

“You know, I think you also have spilled some on your shorts. You should probably take those off as well” you looked down and saw nothing but clean shorts, but you gladly played along. You got to your feet once again, setting the phone on the table and fiddling with your shorts' waistline. You bent over a little and slowly slipped them off, making sure to give them a good show.

You tossed the shorts aside before picking the phone up again. “hmm good girl” Steve praised before you heard the rustling sounds of the phone being passed.

“Hey sweetheart” Eddie. “get on the couch for us” he instructed as you sat back down, wearing only your bra and underwear.

“Good good… now touch yourself and think of us while you do it” you slowly put your hands in your panties, feeling how soaked you already were without even doing anything yet. You gently rubbed your clit as you tossed your head back and moaned softly into the phone.

“Fuck… you’re too sexy” one of them said, you weren’t even sure who at this point. You were too focused on the pleasure you were experiencing as your eyes fluttered shut and your moans became louder. You were on the verge of letting go when all the lighting in your home suddenly went out, making you gasp. You slowly stood up but before you could do anything else, two strong hands encircled your waist, picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. You screamed in panic but soon realized you were hanging over Eddie’s shoulder when you felt the cold metal of his rings touch your bare legs.

Except for the footsteps of both of your boyfriends leading you up the stairs to your room, there was nothing to see or hear. Steve opened the door and walked inside, Eddie following behind him before throwing you on your bed. The street lights from outside illuminated your room, making you able to finally see again. You turned your head, causing your eyes to widen at the sight of your boyfriends in front of you. You expected to see them dressed in how they left your house— sweatpants and hoodies but instead they were wearing their white masks and all-black outfits. Their masks were splattered all over with blood, and Steve's robe was slightly torn.

“What… have you done?” you asked with a puzzled and concerned expression on your face. You usually knew exactly what your boys were up to. But not this time. This was new for you— it made you nervous.

“You know, baby, sometimes people need to be put in their place” Steve said while removing his tattered robe, revealing his bare upper body.

“Did you- did you do something to Jason?” you stammered with a soft but troubled voice, looking up at them with big eyes.

“You don’t have to worry about that anymore” Steve said coldly, not showing any emotion at all. You felt yourself becoming furious with them and couldn't comprehend why they had done it—in your eyes, Jason had done nothing wrong.

“Jason didn’t deserve it— he didn’t even do anything!” you protested, glaring angrily in their direction.

“Your friend Jason, didn’t understand that you are ours” Eddie said as he sat down next to you on the bed, looking at you through his mask while he gently dragged a knife across your jawline without harming you, “and you clearly don’t understand that well enough either, sweetheart”

Fuck both of them. They couldn’t just kill anyone that comes near you. God, you felt so angry… but you also couldn’t ignore the wetness in your panties increasing, as you felt yourself become more aroused. Steve approached you and lifted your head with his finger as you looked up at your masked boyfriend.

“Are you going to show us who you belong to?” you nodded up at him as you gave him a puppy-like stare, gradually feeling your anger fade. You knelt in front of him on the bed as he undid his belt and slipped his pants and boxers down. His cock sprung free, given how erect he already was, precum leaking from the tip. Steve chuckled from behind his bloody mask as he watched you practically drooling at the sight.

“So pretty” Eddie praised from beside you, taking the knife from your jaw and placing it next to him as he moved to behind you, grabbing your hair and holding it up in a ponytail. You moved your mouth to Steve’s dick, spitting on it before wrapping your lips around him. He hissed at the sensation, throwing his head back as you began to bob your head faster, “F-fuck!”

Eddie lifted his mask slightly before giving you hickeys all over your exposed neck while he was still holding your hair and his other hand kneading your breasts. His hand slowly moved to your core, feeling your wetness through your underwear.

“Fuck, so wet already, huh?” Eddie chuckled in a low voice.

“Such a slut for us” Steve said from under his mask, his voice slightly muffled.

After a while, Steve felt himself getting close so he pushed you off him and turned you around so you were on your hands and knees. He motioned at Eddie to give him something— Eddie understood immediately, handing the knife to him. Steve admired you for a moment, before forcefully cutting your panties and bra and tossing them around the room.

“Hey! Those were expensive!” you yelled angrily. Eddie stroked the side of your face and shushed you, “Don’t worry baby. We will buy you new ones. As many as you want”

Before you could say anything else, Steve’s fingers teased your folds and massaged your clit before pushing two fingers inside you. Eddie grabbed your face and kissed you roughly, causing you to moan into the kiss as Steve added another finger. You clenched around his fingers as he quickened his pace. He skilfully curled his fingers up in an instant, brushing over that one part inside of you before you felt an unfamiliar but euphoric feeling starting to arise, a feeling you couldn’t stop as you felt an intense orgasm wash over you— intenser than usual. You tried to regain your breath while you heard Steve chuckle from behind you.

“Holy fuck, she squirted all over me” Steve exclaimed in disbelief as Eddie's mask was still slightly lifted, revealing a smile while he murmured a “good girl”.

“Make me feel good baby” Eddie said before putting the mask back on. There was something about it. Something about them fucking you in their masks that made you absolutely weak in the knees— and they knew it all too well.

You undressed Eddie, taking off his pants, boxers and robe as you felt Steve tease your folds with his dick, making you grow impatient and whine.

“Not yet baby. I need to see those pretty lips around Eddie first” Steve instructed as you wrapped your hand around Eddie’s erection, stroking it before putting your mouth around him. Eddie’s hand moved to your head, grabbing a handful of your hair as his eyes fluttered shut. Steve pushed into you in one quick thrust, forcing you to moan around Eddie as he felt the vibrations.

Steve’s hand reeled back before you felt a stinging pain on your ass, making you jolt forward on Eddie’s dick. Not much later you felt another slap, “You. Are. Ours” Steve groaned in between each hit. Steve reached over you towards Eddie, lifting both their masks and making out with him passionately, all while still mercilessly thrusting into you from behind. You felt yourself so close to your release, as Steve kept hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars. It felt so fucking good. Your orgasm was just about to hit you when he suddenly pulled out, causing you to whine around Eddie’s cock.

Steve grabbed your hair and lifted your head up, “You know Eddie, I still don’t think she gets it” Eddie chuckled, knowing what he was hinting at as your brows furrowed.

“Come sit on my lap, princess” Eddie instructed as you hovered over him and steadied yourself by placing your hands on his shoulders before he guided you slowly onto his dick. You felt him so deep inside of you while you rested your head in the crook of his neck.

“I think she needs both of us inside her to remind her how good we can make her feel” Steve said, causing your eyes to widen. You weren’t new to anal, not at all. But them inside you at the same time was new to you. It made you slightly nervous but god, just the thought of it, to be able to feel both your boyfriends at the same time, sounded like heaven to you.

After waiting for a moment for you to say anything, Steve grabbed the lubricant from your nightstand when you remained silent. You always felt secure with them since the three of you had a safe word to use if you needed to stop or didn't want to do something, so they knew that if you didn’t feel comfortable, you would let them know at all times.

“Don’t be nervous, baby” Eddie said before he lifted his mask and kissed you passionately to calm your nerves. Steve rubbed himself in lube before lining himself up in front of your entrance and pushing into you slowly. You bit down on Eddie’s shoulder, not used to the sensation you’re experiencing. Steve was now fully inside you as he waited for you to adjust to the feeling.

After a while, you nodded, and Steve and Eddie both began to move carefully to make sure they were not hurting you in any way. Your mouth fell wide open at the sensation of them stretching you out completely from both holes. They could feel each other move against each other through the thin flesh that separated them, only adding to the immense pleasure they were already feeling.

“Such a fucking whore, having two dicks inside of her” Steve groaned, his hands on your hips as he increased his pace, causing your vision to blur. Eddie’s hands cupped your face before kissing you again while thrusting up faster, forcing you to break the kiss and moan loudly.

“She’s doing so good, right Stevie?” Eddie said as he looked deep into your hazy eyes. Your head felt like it was spinning at this new sensation. It was indescribable how amazing it felt and you couldn’t get enough.

“So fucking good for us” Steve agreed as he moved his hand beneath you to your core, rubbing fast circles on your sensitive clit while maintaining his brutal pace. It was becoming too much when both of them hit that one spot inside you, sending you over the edge. You moaned loudly, your eyes shut while your nails dug into Eddie’s shoulders before you collapsed on top of him. Not much later, both of them came as well, emptying themselves deep within your holes, causing you to whimper in overstimulation.

The three of you froze for a moment, trying to catch your breath before both of them took off their masks and tossed them aside. They slowly pulled out before Steve grabbed a towel to clean you up and came to lay down with you, kissing the both of you.

You held both boys close to you while they wrapped their arms around you.

“Oh my god… that was amazing” you exclaimed with a smile on your face, “but no more killing for no fucking reason!” you said sternly, gazing at both of them with a frown.

“What do you mean, ‘no reason’? He gave you very delicious cupcakes, y/n. You know we can’t bake that well” Eddie joked, giving you a kiss on your forehead before Steve agreed with a smile, “Eddie's right, he almost stole you from us with those damn cupcakes. We simply had to do something”

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HAPPY PRIDE MONTH MY LOVES!!!! i have a couple different fics to post this month for all different lgbtq+ readers and i'm so excited!! (i'm also taking requests too!) but in the mean time, i wanted to share this with people who may not know the history and importance behind this month, and i also wanted to create another mini masterlist of all my different lgbtq+ reader fics to add to the big masterlist!! so here they are <3

bi!reader coming out to jamie

perfect -- jamie comforting ftm!reader

pretty boy -- jamie announcing his relationship on social media with transmasc!reader

behave -- henry creel x male reader (NSFW!)

I'M SO CONFUSED I KNOW I'VE WRITTEN MORE WHERE ARE THEY????? when i find them i'll update this <3

Bucket of Sunshine Part 4: Busy?

Masterlist: here

Tag List: @aheadfullofsteverogers @robyn-118 @emma77645

A/N: I got asked specifically for this scenario to happen and be the turning point to when Eddie realizes he might not mind having you around…enjoy! Also the next part is the last in this series☀️

*You didn’t mean to bother Eddie but he also isn’t taking no for an answer*

The Library

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Request: Eddie hides from Jason in the library, picking up a random book and sitting at one of the tables and hiding his face. Then when the coast is clear he didnt realize he was infront of reader, who has her nose stuck in her book, listening to music and the moment Eddie sees her he’s in love (like head over heels) even better the fact she’s reading lord of the rings. As soon as reader tries to look up he ducks his head. And ever since that moment he visits the library, pretending to read whatever sitting at the same table as her in hope she might look up til suddenly she says (eyes still looking at her book) “so.. are you going to ask me out or what?” And he stammers and gets all red from it

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: fluff, reader teasing Eddie a little bit, stammering!Eddie, Jason mention, like one curse word, strangers to lovers I guess

AN: This was an anonymous request! I found this idea really cute. I have loved writing shy, stammering Eddie! It’s so cute to think of him like that. Anyway, hope you all enjoy! 

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Dating Eddie Munson HC

pairing: Eddie Munson x female!reader

fandom: Stranger Things

warnings: suggestive language, some curse words, borderline NSFW but I tried to keep it as mature and neutral as possible? but sex is mentioned... proceed at your own risk.

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• his love language is physical touch and words of affirmation

• get ready to have your hair played with endlessly; gentle scalp massages when cuddling, the ends being fiddled with, his hand smoothing over the back of your head before threading his fingers through your hair when he brings you into his chest for a hug.

• yeah - lots of cuddles. he likes having you close, whether you're leaning your chin into his shoulder while watching the D&D campaign he's running or laid in his twin bed, head to his chest. he likes having you close, despite teasing from some friends.

• getting high in his van or in his trailer. lots of nature walks with a couple of joints. him getting a new strain and wanting to 'test' it with you before selling it. him teaching you how to roll, too.

• he likes listening to you read out loud. no matter if it's a textbook while you study or an old book from the library you've been meaning to read for ages now, he likes listening to you. he might lay on your chest while you're propped up on pillows, eyes sometimes following along the words you're reading or sliding them close; he likes the latter because his mind can conjure the images you're describing. sometimes, you're on the couch and he's on the floor, between your legs, listening while he's mapping out a new campaign.

• he brings you flowers because he's an old soul and likes watching your face light up at the different bouquets. he makes it his mission to get a new set every other Sunday. and he secretly likes the fact that you keep a few florals from each bouquet in an old shoe box in your closet before throwing the rest away, washing the vase, and placing the new bouquet in.

• he keeps a polaroid of you two in his wallet. another one is rubber banded to the driver's side visor so whenever he flips it down, there's a picture of just you. there's another one of you both on his bedside stand, though it's the only thing constantly on display (except his guitar, of course) as his room is ridiculously messy and cramped.

• invites you to every show his band plays. and damn near every band practice.

• he visits you at work all the time at the local pharmacy. you take your lunch break with him and nearly lose track of time, insisting you have to get back to work, but his pout and plea for "just one more kiss" lock you in place. you're typically 5-10 minutes late from lunch but nobody minds.

• he likes driving you places because it's calm. the drive soothes you both, it's an effort to even spend just a few more minutes together, and the feeling of his ringed hand on your thigh or tangled with your hand makes your stomach feel warm and full.

• once you're dating, he only uses your full name when he's angry or frustrated with you - so, next to never. he uses nearly every pet name in the book, except the more 'cringe' ones. he gives them a try, but you both usually laugh at how awkward it sounds before going back to your fail-safe: baby.

• he's nearly never angry or frustrated with you. you can be stubborn, sure, but you both found a way to communicate best for each other so there's not a lot of miscommunication.

• he likes to gently pick at your nerves, too. if you tell him you're ticklish, he'll look for blind spots to poke your waist or squeeze your ribs cage because he adores the sound of your laughter - even if it means he gets wacked in the chest for it.

• wearing his clothes is a given. he's missing a few graphic band t-shirts and hoodies, and almost asks if you've seen them before you're walking out of your house to get in his car... in his shirt. he tries to conceal his hard-on all day, but typically by lunch, you can expect a mid-day rendezvous in the abandoned drama classroom that doubles for Hellfire meetings. and if you happen to wear his Hellfire shirt on that particular day, expect him to sit back on the 'throne' with you riding him in only that shirt. those days, you typically miss lunch, 5th, and a part of 6th period, too.

• school events don't interest either of you, so, you don't participate in the pep rally's or assemblies. where do you go? naturally, the Hellfire room, where things can get a little heated but mostly just the pair of you talking, kissing lazily, making fun of the school and a few of the bullies that like to pick on Eddie.

( • if you are a cheerleader, Eddie's at every game you're cheering at just to gloat to anyone around him, "that's my girlfriend." sometimes, he gets nods of approval or those manly dap-ups from people. )

• ah, yes, the bullies. they try to target you but your 'take no bullshit' attitude is one of the things that attracted Eddie - so, they quickly grow bored when you don't give them the response they want or expect. however, Eddie does often retaliate and the bullies have learned that if they pick on you through Eddie, he gets really riled up.

• until you find the bullies cornering him and easily pass by the group, hand snatching Eddie's, and leading him out of the school as the lowlives call insults at your back. once in his van, you're reaching for the glovebox and pulling a joint and lighter out, getting the end lit, before handing it to Eddie, telling him, "don't listen to them, baby, they don't know shit. only reason they mess with you so much is because they're miserable in their own lives."

• "but I can't listen to them say shit about you - "

• "if I gave a single fuck what anyone thought, this would be a different conversation. I don't care, you shouldn't either."

• Eddie comes to you with nearly any problem he has. Uncle's being a bit of a dick? straight to you. homework overwhelming him? he's on the phone to you within minutes. can't restring his guitar right? finger tips slightly raw and bleeding? he's picking you up from work and bringing you back to his trailer, where you almost too easily restring the guitar for him. he thanks you by making dinner - his specialty? hamburger helper.

• he worries about telling you he's failed another class and has to repeat, but you just kiss his cheek and assure him you'd both try a little harder next year. and if he needs academic help, he knows to come to you because you have a way of understanding the information and regurgitating it in a way he'll understand and better grasp the concept.

• Eddie often worries he's not enough for you, but after an hour of being in your presence, he's assured there's nobody else you want. it's really not that hard to tell with the way you look at him with so much admiration, he's nearly stunned.

• he also looks at you like you hung the moon, so, you know there's nobody else for him but you. mutual reassurance goes a long way for you both, so, neither mind giving it to the other. whether verbally or nonverbally, it's nice that you both can assure the other you're in love.

• he can read your body language better than anyone. your jaw might clench a little and he knows you are trying to suppress irritation; so, he reaches out to toss his arm around your neck and press a few kisses to your temple. the action always makes you smile, and this time is no different. your leg might bounce nervously, and Eddie's leaning over to distract you by muttering a few really bad jokes in your ear. does the trick - you're laughing lightly and whatever worry might've plagued you, is long gone from the look in your eye. your tongue keeps poking out to wet your lips, both rolling inward to purse together in anxiety, and what's Eddie doing? swooping in and pressing his puckered lips over your nose, chin, and cheeks until you're smiling - then, he's kissing your lips until you're both lost in one another.

• ah, sex with Eddie is actually a great time. he's a switch; sometimes he likes to dominate you and other times, he likes to be dominated and cared for. he's a pro at aftercare and his hands wouldn't leave you as you both catch your breath. skin to skin contact is a must for him, and the feeling of you tracing his bare tattoos is Godly.

• lots of risky, semi-public sex. he likes pushing the envelope and while you thought you'd never be like that, something about Eddie makes you feel safe and energized for the adventure. he's always reassuring and on high alert for you both; allowing you, yourself, to be lost in the pleasure he's trying to instill. and instill he does. 😮‍💨

• I don't care what anyone says - Eddie is both an ass and titty man. he loves popping your nipple in his mouth because they're sensitive and a sure-fire way to get your head to tilt back, mouth to open in a silent gasp, and for your eyes to screw shut - juuuuust slightly. and when you're riding him, his hands don't know how to be anywhere else except your ass; helping you raise and lower to his tempo. or, if you're doggy, his fingers are pressing with a bruising grip into your hips, mesmerized by the ripples his thrusts create over your ass, before giving a few hearty slaps. he'd soothe the sting after with soft caresses.

• his fingers - holy fuck, his fingers. y'all get this right? no? well, the years of playing guitar has made them slightly calloused but he knows what he's doing with his fingers when inside you. takes him only minutes to get you worked up into a panting, sweating mess; knees shaking, stomach curling, orgasm building. his fingers, man.

• Hellfire club obviously adoring you and never minding when you sit-in for campaigns. Eddie sometimes asks your opinions on certain characters or events he's planning, and when you hear your suggestions come out in play during an actual game, you can't help but lean in and kiss his cheek lightly. he knows you've noticed, and he lets his stomach fill with small butterflies over your approval.

• ah - approval. this boy lives for words of affirmations, it IS one of his love languages after all. he's very insecure about a lot but uses a macho bravado to fool the public into thinking he's aloof, uncaring. but boy - he has insecurities like a motherfucker. so, you never mind telling him, "oh, shit, Eddie! I didn't even think of that - you're so smart - thank you, baby!" when he gives you an idea for your college essay. or telling him how in love you are with him, reminding him you feel safe and complete; assuring him there's nobody you'd rather be with, or spend time with. and you bring up the future only in small tidbits, but enough for him to feel certain that while he's thinking of a future with you, you're thinking of one with him, too.

• he kills spiders for you, like a dream man should.

• you have anxiety, and Eddie knows how to help. he can read your body language like a pro, remember? so, he's usually in tune to when you feel anxious in any situation and does what he can to help alleviate that.

• he doesn't mind when your nervousness causes you to toy and fiddle with his rings. it could be in class, or in the hall, on a date; there's no real telling when it'll strike, so, he's happy to let you play with them. for any reason, if he has to leave (like separate classes or you have work) he'll easily slip a ring off and push it onto your finger. he'd playfully tell you, "don't lose that one, it's my favorite," because the rings DON'T fit you at all. but it's the gesture that counts and he knows that you'll keep the ring in your hand, or pocket, or on your finger to twirl around. when he sees you again, he kisses your forehead as you slid his ring back on and thank his quietly. "don't have to thank me, baby, I'm just here for whatever you may need, okay?"

• your parents love him because he easily charmed your mother and father. if he's coming over for a family dinner, he brings your mother flowers, too, and might even sit and watch a sports game with your father. sometimes, he might even show up with a 6-pack and when you open the door in confusion, your father's behind you, greeting, "ah, 'bout time you got here! c'mon, son, game's about to start!"

• "you're here to watch football with my Dad?"

• he'd grin, "what, you didn't think you were the only perk of us dating, huh?"

• he's a little shit - but you love him none the less.

• he'd even try to catch up on your father's favorite sports team statistics to help him in their conversations later. one time, he even got up at 3 am to watch a rerun of some game! just because he missed it on 'regular programming' and wanted to be able to keep up with your dad the next time he saw him.

• oh, shit, and don't get me started on him and your mother. those two are two peas in a pod! she some how manages to get him to help her bake or cook when he's over, despite it being like pulling teeth to get him to help you. truth is, he'd do anything for your parents because he'd do anything for you. and they're so welcoming that he forgets it's not a family dynamic he has, because your family makes him like he's apart of theirs.

• obviously, he teaches you to play guitar. you prefer the acoustic, but you can manage your way around his electric. you're not the greatest, but the look he gives you when you're trying - ugh! wow. major swoon alert.

• Eddie's only been in a handful of fights, and at least four of those have been because someone's made a backhanded comment about you. he's a big believer in the 'talk shit, get hit' mentality.

• as much as he adores your hair, he could die a happy man when you play with his. when you realize it's almost a sure-fire way to calm him down, you're using it every chance you get. your hand would casually smooth across his shoulder blades as you nestled into is side with an arm anchoring around your waist, before slowly, your hand would creep up to his neck and start to gently scrap your nails through his hairline. he was like putty a moment later, and whatever situation that had him all tense was in the back of his mind for your fingers to pull out completely.

• he loves it when he's talking and smiles, you're reaching up to gently poke at his dimples. it makes him blush every. single. time. not sure why, but he just does.

• Eddie kisses your nose. like a lot. it's stupid cute. but you melt for forehead kisses (who doesn't?).

• both of your favorite holiday being Halloween and naturally, finding couple costumes. he pretends it's tacky and overplayed but secretly adores it. it's like an unspoken statement to anyone with eyes that you are his.

• getting excited when you discover new music because you can't wait to introduce Eddie.

• he might not like every song, but he's always willing to listen to whatever you want. sometimes, when he's missing you, he'll pop one of your mixtapes into his stereo, and even if he said he didn't like them before, some of the songs become personal favorites because it reminds him of you.

• him getting you your own denim jacket so you match. then, on dates or random adventures, he'll start collecting pins or patches to stitch on your jacket. it sorta becomes a collage of your relationship. ow, my heart.

• after the events of S4, he finds it difficult to sleep and can only truly rest in your arms; where he tells you, he's the safest. not where he FEELS the safest, but he says it in a way that makes it all sound like a factual statement he read from a textbook. he IS safest in your arms, and he relishes in the feeling of being able to sleep without the fear of nightmares.

• small arguments over what to have for dinner, "we've had pizza, like, three times this week! choose something else, please!" or even what movie to watch for date night, "baby, it's been six weeks since we watch A New Hope, I think it's time, again."

• that nerd gets you into Star Wars and yeah, you might go all see the movies together in theater. ain't nothing wrong with that.

• you adorning his light mustache but finding his clean shaven face just as good.

• oh, yeah! and you're the reason he grew his hair out. in, like, 9th grade, you mentioned you thought long hair looked good on guys, and he spent 2 years trying to grow it out properly. he still pats himself on the back when he feels you grip onto his locks if you're in a particularly feral love-making session, or when you absentmindedly start playing with it, or at any point he feels you in his hair. yeah, good job, Eddie.

• any and every chance he gets, he's reminding you he loves you. grocery store? DMV? school? when you're trying to help a customer? he's there, with a silly grin on his face, "you're honestly so beautiful, man, how'd I get so lucky? God, I love you."

• your managers getting annoyed 'cause he hangs out at the counter without ever buying something. but they think young love is cute, so, they deal with it for the most part. sometimes he buys a candy bar to sate them, sometimes he just pulls a face before leaning over the counter to kiss you and be on his way - with a promise to pick you up.

• he smells ridiculously nice and started to pay close attention to it after your first date. you said he smelled nice and since then, he's made it his mission to afford the same bottle of cologne, just to hear those words from your lips again.

• he likes pulling you into his lap. he really, really just likes having you close.

• he loves scary movies 'cause it's an excuse to have you wrapped in his arms, like a koala. he'll insist that every date night in October has to do with something scary - or to that cute pumpkin patch you like to go to.

• actually, the polaroid Dustin takes of you two at the pumpkin patch (after whining to not be left behind) is the polaroid YOU keep in YOUR wallet all the time. the picture your mother took of you two at your senior prom is on your bedside table... the only school dance Eddie allowed himself to go to.

• he only went to prom (one time, in '84) because you made mention of possibly wanting to go - so, what did that nerd do? potentially the first ever prom-posal, where he spelled out the word 'PROM?' with rose petals in your bedroom.

• luckily your parents weren't home yet because you ended up fucking on the rose petals.

• and when things are REALLY serious, he wants you to tattoo a lil something on him. he trusts you with everything in him, and insists he wants "a part of you" with him always. something he can't lose. something permanent - "permanent, like my love for you, baby."

• all in all, Eddie Munson is the ideal (perfect) boyfriend and my mind will not be changed - thank yeeeewwww.

Guys I know i know everyone’s waiting for the last part of CLV 8 but my friggin mind is just so all over the place wanting to finish so many projects at once. It’s insane. I’ve made a similar post discussing this iykyk. But the last chapter will come out I promise this week. For now, I’ll be posting Final Girl Part 2 before then and imma just say ya’ll are not ready for it lmaoo it’s possibly the weirdest fic ive written but also creatively inspired. Anyway here’s a preview of the smut because of course we are all horny

Ghostface!Steddie x Bimbo!Reader

Warnings/tags: mxm (kissing, groping), threeway female masturbation, kiss, sex under LED lights, use of nickname ‘pet’

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But instead of touching you, they began to make out amongst themselves. Your body is hot all over watching them under the red lights as their tongues playfully licked each other’s. Eddie is rough, biting Steve’s lips while his hands grip the back of his neck to force him in place.

Steve is softer, letting Eddie take the lead and letting his hands roam.

Without realizing it, your hand slid down between your legs, rubbing tight circles on your swollen nub. It was torturous to watch them have their fun while all you could do is watch and do a failed attempt at suppressing the ache between your legs. You notice Eddie opening one eye, looking at you and smiling into the kiss when he sees what you’re doing before his attention goes back to Steve.

You figure you’ve had enough. Hopping off the bed, you stride towards them. With a newfound sense of confidence, you pull Steve away and plant your lips back on his, making sure you play equally rough with him. Your eyes are focused on Eddie who was both impressed and turned on.

You break away before tugging on Eddie’s shirt and colliding your lips. He moans into the kiss loving the bold you ss you were usually submissive. Once you break from that kiss, you guide Eddie and Steve’s heads towards each other, making them kiss again only this time you join in licking between their kisses. The session quickly turns into a heated threeway makeout session of tongues and clashing teeth and you could feel your arousal begin to seep down your legs

Eddie grips your neck tight, ending the kiss and sending you walking backwards towards the bed. A wicked smile plastered on his face. “I thought I told you to stay, pet?”

“Fuck you,” You hiss. “I’m not your pet. If anything, I own your ass. Both of you. So, I suggest that you be good boys and give me exactly what I want.”

Please can you write something sweet with Eddie making reader a pink sleeved Hellfire shirt😮‍💨🥹

cute, cute, cute. thank you for the request!

again, clearing some requests out so my apologies for taking so freaking long! all my love 🖤

((a thousand points to your Hogwarts House if you know where the title is from))

Happy Little Accident

pairing: Eddie Munson x female!reader

fandom: Stranger Things

word count: (she's a shorty!) 2.4k+

note: author is burnt out! author's blood is coffee, weed, and nicotine!

warnings: i think there's cursing, but outside that, it's short and sweet and Eddie's a bumbling mess 'cause you're so pretty. #facts.

🔞 none of the following content is appropriate for minors 🔞 ❌ all taglists are discontinued 🚫 i do not give permission for any of my work to be posted, copied, translated, or uploaded to any other platforms 🚫

"That looks... Uh, interesting, Eddie. New color scheme?" Dustin rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yeah, man, really, uh... Creative?" Mike tried to copy, staring at the newest shirt in Eddie's hands.

"Glad you're being true to yourself, my man," Lucas beamed, nodding in approval with an encouraging thumbs up; making all of Hellfire look at him with bewilderment. "What?"

"What're you talking about?" Gareth chuckled, offering a pinched look at the Freshman.

"I mean," Lucas looked around nervously, "aren't we talking about the shirt Eddie's holding?"

"We are," Jeff confirmed.

"Well, if Eddie's into wearing pink, I'm just saying, we support him," Lucas defended hotly, looking offended by his friends. "Well, I support you, man," he directed at Eddie.

"Dude," Eddie chuckled, "'s not for me."

"Okay? Who's it for then?" Lucas wondered, earning another round of disbelieving looks. "What now!?"

"Are you just messing with us?" Gareth chuckled, looking to Dustin and Mike. "He's messing with us, right?"

"He is," Dustin covered, "because it's obvious that the shirt's for Y/N... Right?" He looked to Eddie.

"It is," he relented, making the Freshman sigh a collective breath of relief. "I was thinking of making her an official member of Hellfire. Any objections?"

Jeff scoffed, "Yeah, 'cause we're gonna say no to your girlfriend joining the club?"

"She's not my girlfriend," Eddie rushed to explain, his ears burning brightly under his embarrassment and long locks.

"I mean," Gareth laughed, "you made a shirt just for her..."

"So?" Eddie sighed, glancing to the shirt in his hands, then to all the present members of Hellfire. "So what?"

"Where'd you get it?" Mike wondered.

"I made it, not like we have shirts for girls laying around..."

At his revelation, the boys all hollered, "Ho-Hoooo! Yeaaah!"

"What?" Eddie groaned, slouching into his throne; tossing his legs over an arm rest, "What're you guys on about now?"

He sounded exasperated, but Jeff knew he was desperately curious. So, he relented, "Dude, you stayed late every day last week to use the sewing club's machines."

"So?"

"So!" He laughed, "We know you're into her!"

"You literally made her a custom Hellfire shirt," Mike smirked. "I mean, the pink sleeves are a nice touch."

He shrugged, "She has a black-sleeved one."

"You mean she has one of yours," Dustin teased, snickering to Mike and Lucas as Jeff and Garth watched from across the table as Eddie sighed and pinned them with a stony look.

"So what?" Eddie eventually asked. "She likes pink!"

"It's cute, leave him alone," Jeff eventually sighed, smirking at his Dungeon Master. "Is she coming tonight?"

"I asked her to," he nodded with a small smile, not meeting any eyes. Then, as if he couldn't help himself, Eddie was asking, "You think she's into me?"

He wasn't expecting them all to burst out in laughter - like, genuine laughter. Where Gareth smacked the table and Dustin almost doubled over, kind of laughter.

"What? What!?" Eddie rushed in alarm.

"Dude!" Lucas snickered, "I've never seen anyone so smitten. Girl's got it bad for you - but you're not really any better."

"Really?" Eddie asked, much more sheepishly. It was such a turncoat from their usually charismatic leader, that the boys settled down before sharing fond, yet mischievous looks.

"Dude," Mike nodded, "she's definitely into you. Should ask her out."

"Nah, maybe not," Eddie shook his head.

"Why not?" Dustin wondered in earnest. "I mean - you're you! She's into you! C'mon, man!"

But Eddie admitted, "She deserves someone better than whatever I'm offering. Know she got into Princeton? And Stanford, apparently."

"Shit," Mike looked at Lucas with sadness; but only for the limited timeframe you two faced, and not because you got into college. They understood that most teenagers were frothing at the mouth to get their college acceptance letters - you even went as far to pay for early admission - simply because it would get you guys out of Hawkins faster.

"Doesn't matter, you guys still have the rest of the year," Dustin covered, nodding with enthusiasm now. "And prom! You haven't gone before, now you can go with Y/N!"

"Who's Y/N going to prom with?" You asked as you entered the room, smiling at the guys as you shut it behind you. "Oh, am I late? I'm so sorry, you guys!"

"No, no, we're still setting up," Gareth assured, clearing his throat. "Here, we saved you a spot," he nudged Jeff and together, they shuffled down the table to free the spot right next to Eddie.

"Thanks, guys," you smiled, patting their shoulders as you took your seat. "Hi," you directed at the others, glancing at Eddie.

"Hey, N/N," Lucas cooed. "Say, that's a nice shirt. Is yellow your favorite color?"

You glanced at your button-up, "Oh, no, my mom just thinks it's a nice blouse. I had another college interview today."

"For which school?" Dustin asked with curiosity.

"Oh, it's for Indiana State," you shrugged a bit. "Figured I'd check a few in-state schools out, in case I choose to stay close to home."

"Awh," Dustin cooed.

"But to answer your question," you nodded at Lucas, "my favorite color is this light shade of pink. It reminds me of my Nana's flower garden."

"Oh, that's nice," Jeff assured. "Hey, Eddie? Didn't you have something for N/N?"

Your attention turned, smiling at an obviously uncomfortable Eddie. "No, hey, it's cool - "

"No, no, they're right," Eddie rushed, clearing his throat after. "Y/N, you've been playing Hellfire with us for a few weeks now, and I thought it was time we invite you into the club," he presented the shirt, adding, "officially?"

You cooed loudly, unable to restrain your excitement as you took the shirt and opened it to look at it in full. "Eddie!" You gasped, "This is amazing! Oh, my God!"

You missed the way his cheeks flared brightly then, shifting in his seat to try and lessen the feeling of embarrassment as you leaned over to gush at the modifications he made with Jeff and Garth.

Eddie caught Dustin's eye, watching the Freshman nod encouragingly at you. He sighed and flipped the kid his middle finger, getting started with his prep before the game started. But a quick glance around the table had you standing, "I'll be right back, I'm gonna change really quick!"

The boys watched you rocket out of the room - truly intent to take as little time as possible, since you knew Eddie to be (decently) punctual when it came to starting games. When you were out of sight, all of the boys rounded on Eddie with harsh glares.

"What?" He snipped.

"What're you waiting for?" Lucas asked.

"Seriously, dude!" Mike whined.

"GO!" Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Gareth, and Jeff all shouted; making Eddie flinch to his feet, mumbling about their 'loud voices' as he scurried out of the room. As he turned down the hall, you were slipping from the girls' bathroom, admiring your new shirt.

"Hey," Eddie smiled, earning your attention.

"Eddie, hey, hi," you beamed in return. "This looks too cool, thank you!" You admired the shirt with pink sleeves again, petting over the material. "You all right? Isn't the game about to start?"

"Yeah, uh, inna sec... I just wanted to ask you... Uh, something..."

"Eddie, you all right?" You asked softly, only a foot between you both as the deserted hallway seemed to stretch around you in all directions. You were only focused on his eyes, and Eddie's breath caught in his throat a few times.

"Yeah," he breathed. "Listen, uh, I-I just wanted to tell you," he nodded, watching you smile patiently, "that the past few weeks we've been hanging out has been... Uh, you know, really great."

"Yeah, it's been fun," you agreed.

"Yeah - great - fun!" He nodded, blinking a few times to clear his mind and get back on track. "W-Which is why I wanted to ask, you know, um, if you're free, and only if you wanted to, uh, because no pressure, you can totally say no, and, um, I would understand, I mean, I would be pretty bummed, but I'd understand - "

"Eddie?"

"Yeah?"

"You're rambling, honey," you smiled brighter at him, nodding slowly as you reached for his forearm. "You wanna pause and, just, breathe for a sec?"

"Yeah, okay," he chuckled, clearing his throat as he glanced down at your hand. Thinking he didn't like it, you removed your hand. "Um, I just, look," he sighed, "I like you... Maybe more than I should," he chuckled to himself. "And I wanted to ask if you wanted to, maybe, go on a date with me?"

He was avoiding your eyes, making you smile lightly and reach for him again, "Hey, Eddie? Wanna look at me real quick?" When his eyes flashed up to meet yours, he only found a pleasant expression on your face, your lips looking far too soft for his sanity, assuring, "I'd really like to go on a date with you."

"You would?"

"I would," you chuckled, letting your hand fall to his hand. "I've kinda liked you for a while."

"You have?"

You laughed a little louder, "I have. Since your first senior year, actually."

"Oh, my God," he laughed, his hand naturally conforming around your own. "Oh, wow, okay, yeah, so, cool, cool! Really cool."

"Totally cool," you smirked.

"Yeah - really cool - totally cool, yeah," he repeated nervously. "S-So you like the shirt?"

"I do," you assured, squeezing his hand. "It was very thoughtful, thank you so much, again."

"Yeah," he breathed, "no problem... Call it a happy little accident."

"You were trying to do laundry again, weren't you?"

His cheeks flared brightly, "Maybe."

"What was it?"

He shrugged, "Wayne's Nationals tee shirt in with some of my white shirts."

"Oh, honey," you laughed. "Well, it is a happy little accident, and it really works in your favor, so, thank you. Oh," you looked down at your hand when something felt slick, "Eddie, y-your fingers are bleeding!"

"Shit," he hissed, pulling his hand away, "sorry, sorry, fuck, that's so embarrassing, fuck, I'm sorry, fuck."

"What happened to you?" You asked, tugging him with you back down the hall and into the deserted girls' bathroom to run his hands under water. He winced some when you pumped soap onto the raw injury, you repeating your question.

"These might be battle wounds from me fighting the sewing machine making your shirt," he chuckled, relaxing some as the initial sting wore off until the water ran clear again.

"You're so fucking cute, oh, my God," you giggled a bit, pulling a paper towel down to blot at his hands. "You handmade this?"

He nodded sheepishly, wiggling his ringed fingers at you, "Got the wounds to prove it."

"Thank you," you whispered, smiling up at him as you dried his hands slowly. "Might be the nicest thing someone's given me. It's really thoughtful."

"Anything for you," he whispered, your faces hovering over one another as his eyes sucked you in before holding you hostage. Not even knowing when his hands left yours, they were suddenly pressing into your waist to draw you in closer, forehead gently meeting yours to ask, "This okay?"

"Mhm," you agreed softly, lifting your chin to lightly skim your lips over his; waiting for his move. You didn't wait long, as with your next breath, he was descending upon you; searing a kiss to your lips as his hands tightened to bunch your new shirt slightly.

Lost in the motions, your own hands rose to latch around his neck; soon sliding your fingers into his long locks and tightened. By the way Eddie's breath picked up, you figured you were doing something right, and pushed onto your toes to lessen the distance between you. Eddie's body then pressed you into the sink, and all known thought was lost...

Until...

bang - bang - bang

"Y/N! You in there?" Dustin called from outside the bathroom after banging on the door.

"Yeah, what's up, Dusty?" You answered after pulling away from Eddie, pushing a finger to his smirking lips. He instead drew you closer, making your bottom lip roll between your teeth to fight your giggle when he nuzzled your neck.

"You seen Eddie?"

"Uh," you smirked, "no?"

"Oh, well, we're set up when you're ready! I'm gonna go look for him."

"Check out back, he might be having a cigarette!" You called, Eddie's teeth raking over sensitive skin as you fought off your laughter.

"Thanks!"

You heard his footsteps rocketing down the hallway, laughing into Eddie's lips when his found yours again. "C'mon," you giggled, unable to resist another kiss - or three. "C'mon, c'mon, they're waiting."

"You're right," he sighed, pecking your lips again. "Or... We could blow tonight off?"

"Is that a serious offer?"

Eddie paused, then sighed, "No, not really, c'mon."

You giggled as your hand laced with his as you moved for the main bathroom door, "Thought as much!"

Only when you exited, Eddie's eyes staring at you as he giggled with you, before you both came to a squeaking halt - finding all the members of Hellfire filling the hall, arms crossed as a barricade.

"Mhm, don't know where he is?" Dustin repeated like a disappointed mother catching you sneaking around with the town' delinquent. Which, wasn't entirely far off...

"Um, right, well..." You trailed off.

"Aht, aht!" Mike barked. "We don't wanna hear your excuses! We've been waiting for 10 minutes now! March to the room, you two!"

"But - "

Mike cut Eddie off, pointing down the hall, "March!"

"All right, Mom, chill, geez," Eddie teased, tugging you with him to head down the hall finally - your laughter echoing around them as you had to jog slightly to keep up with his long pace.

"They're cute," Lucas sighed, head cocked to watch them go.

"Glad they worked it out. This is gonna be good, you know?" Jeff agreed, the lads all turning to watch your two head down the hall together; hands tangled together.

"You know he's not gonna give her special treatment in the games, right?" Mike checked.

"Oh, that's what you think," Gareth giggled with Dustin, the two moving after you and Eddie down the hall.

"Oh, no... What have we done...?" Mike muttered to himself, only moving when a snickering Lucas clapped him on the shoulder.

We All Go A Little Mad

Pairing: Ghostface!Steddie x Fem!Reader

Summary: When a quiet night in turns into a night of horror...and excitement.

Warnings: dark eddie, dark steve, home intrusion, mentions of cheating, mentions of murder, blood, blood kink(?), knife play, smut, DUBCON, oral sex (m recieving), manhandling, hair pulling, voyeurism, unprotected sex, double penetration, threesome, eddie calls reader a 'whore' and a 'slut'.

A/N: HAPPY (slightly late) HALLOWEEN!!! I've literally been so excited for you all to read this fic so I hope you like it!! <3

Word Count: 3.2K

A Nightmare On Elm Street was still playing on the television as you cowered behind your couch, a knife in hand as you waited in the dark.

You could hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears as you lifted up slightly to look towards your front hallway, the phone discarded on the coffee table in front of the couch.

Someone had been stalking your house, and the asshole had even been arrogant enough to call you. You suspected it was the same person who'd killed two people last night, considering what they had told you before you hung up.

The suspected killer had initially insisted that you play a game with him, started asking you questions about horror movies. And once you finally asked what he wanted, he'd simply said, "I wanna see what your insides look like", to which you immediately hung up, proceeding to rush into the kitchen to retrieve a knife.

The door hadn't been opened yet and you hadn't heard anything in the house, but you weren't about to go and investigate. You'd seen plenty of horror movies to know that that was probably one of the worst things you could do in this situation. So you'd simply decided to stay where you were, waiting silently behind the couch with a knife.

A couple more minutes probably passed before you heard the sound of glass smashing in the kitchen, and you swore your heart had stopped beating right then, your breath catching in your throat as you sank closer to the floor.

You held the knife tighter in your hand then, your eyes burning with tears as you waited. You wanted to be brave, but you just couldn't prevent the fear from overtaking you, silent tears finally slipping from your eyes.

You listened to the footsteps that echoed around your kitchen, before the sound of them eventually came into the hall, which wasn't far from where you were hiding. You didn't know what to do. If you remained where you were, the killer would find you easily. It was basically a free invitation to kill you. The only other option you had at this moment was to jump out and attack the killer yourself, in the hope that you'd be taking him by surprise.

The footsteps had entered the living room now, a few feet away from where you were behind the couch. And the movie was still playing on the television, the sound of Freddy Krueger's razor blades piercing your ears as you prepared to make your move.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself as you tightened your grip around the handle of the blade. And then you forced yourself up off the floor, screaming as you lunged at the killer with your knife. You managed to knock them off balance, which gave you enough time to make it to your front door.

But you were not yet safe, because when you yanked the door open, you were met with the dark, empty eyes of a ghost mask. The second intruder stepped forward, and in one swift motion, he had his arm wrapped around your shoulders, your back flush against his chest as he trapped you against him.

"Shit, sweetheart." A familiar voice suddenly spoke. "Never thought you'd have the balls to face a killer like that. It's kinda hot."

When he sauntered in from the living room then, you felt like you were going to be sick, because how could he be killing people?

"It was you?" You choked, your lips trembling as you stared at your friend in shock, his ghost mask hanging from his fingers. "You're the killer?"

Eddie chuckled then before giving you a mock frown, gesturing towards the man behind you. "Can't let me take all the credit. What about pretty boy over there?"

"What?"

The person behind you released you then, shoving you towards Eddie. And before you were even able to register what was happening, he was removing his mask, the second shock of the night hitting you when he revealed his face.

"Surprise, (y/n)." He smirked, dropping his mask to the floor beside his feet.

"Steve?"

"What's the matter, (y/n)? You look like you've seen a ghost?" He taunted, stepping towards you now as you stared with wide eyes.

These people were your friends. How could you not know your own friends were the killers? "I...don't understand. Why?"

"Why?" Eddie chuckled, his knuckles coming up to ghost over your jaw as he hovered behind you. "You hear that Steve? I think she wants a motive."

Steve simply shrugged at him, his eyes seemingly alight with excitement as he watched.

"Well I dunno (y/n)...maybe the freak finally snapped? Huh? You ever think of that?" Eddie started, beginning to circle you now as he spoke. "Harrington finally decided to go off the deep end after you stomped all over his heart? What about that?"

"But...Steve and I are friends. We're friends, Eddie."

"Well that's precisely the point." He snapped. "We're friends, that's all you were ever gonna see me as. Just your little lapdog freak who follows you around everywhere."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"I was always there! Waiting for you to see me the way I saw you. Even when you were fucking Steve Harrington!" He yelled, seeming to become more unhinged by the minute. "Well you wanna know a secret? Huh? Where Steve was all those times he had to cancel with you?"

You shook your head. "I don't-"

"He was with me! In my bed. Moaning my name." He seemed enraged as he said that, a spiteful grin on his face as he glared at you.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Cuz I want you to feel as fucked over as I did. You had every chance to choose me, but instead you chose the guy who cheated on you with me." He snarled.

"You're fucking insane."

"We all go a little mad sometimes." Eddie chuckled, coming to stand beside Steve now as they watched you.

You thought about running. The back door wasn't that far away. But there were two of them, they were bound to catch you.

"Are you...gonna kill me?" You asked, tears welling in your eyes.

"Oh we're not gonna kill you." Eddie said, a maniacal smile on his face as he stepped towards you. "We're just gonna hurt you."

You couldn't stop the tears escaping your eyes then as panic overtook you. And seconds later, Eddie was scooping you up off the ground, throwing you over his shoulder as he made his way over to the stairs, Steve following close behind.

"I'm gonna show you exactly what you've been missing out on." Eddie hummed, your arms knocking against his back with every step he took up the stairs.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to fight him off, make him let you go, but for some reason you couldn't find it in you to struggle as he carried you towards your bedroom. You knew exactly what was about to happen, but you weren't entirely sure how you felt about it. As sick as it sounded, you felt a slight sense of anticipation as he approached your bed, roughly throwing you down onto the mattress.

"So...you've got your reasons for being here." You started, your voice trembling as you spoke. "Why's Steve here?"

"Peer pressure, I'm far too sensitive." Steve joked, grinning at you as he stepped closer. "I'm just along for the ride."

"You're both sick."

"You're not exactly that innocent yourself sweetheart." Eddie chuckled. "I mean look at you, you're not even the slightest bit scared. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you wanted this."

You wanted to tell him he was wrong, that you didn't want any part of this, because you shouldn't want this. But you couldn't help but wonder what it would be like, to let them both do as they pleased with you.

"Shit, you do want this." Eddie suddenly exclaimed, clearly noticing your hesitation. "I woulda never pegged you for a whore."

You couldn't find it in you to say anything back to that. All you could do was lay there, your body becoming rigid as he advanced towards you, his lust filled stare seeming to press you further into the mattress.

When his hands reached down to ghost over your exposed thighs, you flinched away, but he didn't seem to care. He only smirked before nodding behind you.

"Steve. Hold her." He instructed, his eyes completely focused on you as Steve reached around you to grab your arms, pulling them back against him. "Gonna show you exactly how good we are together."

You remained completely silent, the only sound that could be heard was your shaky breathing, as you watched Eddie slip your shorts down your legs, his smile widening as he took in the sight of you in your panties.

And he wasted no time in dragging the thin material down your legs, making you gasp when the cool air hit your exposed pussy.

"Shit, Steve." Eddie breathed out, his eyes alight with excitement as he looked behind you to his partner. "I think I see what you saw in her."

You felt fucking disgusting lying here like this, just letting them do as they pleased with you. And the worst part was, you didn't want them to stop.

When what felt like the edge of a blade suddenly grazed your thigh, you flinched, your eyes falling to the knife in Eddie's hand.

"What's the matter, sweetheart? Didn't I make it clear what was gonna happen tonight?" He grinned as he slowly traced the blade along your skin.

"Eddie, come on. I'll let you do whatever you want, just...don't kill me."

You couldn't understand how you were managing to stay so calm, especially considering that on the inside, you were losing your freakin' mind.

"I won't kill you." Eddie smirked, before nicking your skin with the blade. "If you're good for us, then we might have to keep you around."

You just gave him a small nod in agreement, your gaze falling to the blood that was currently spreading across your skin. And as Eddie stared down at the small wound, he had a near animalistic expression on his face, his grin only widening at the sight.

He sucked in a breath before leaning down to lick a stripe up your thigh, the taste of copper filling his mouth. He groaned against your flesh, his dick becoming painfully hard in his jeans.

"Holy shit." Eddie sighed, his eyes shooting down to the tent forming in his pants, before looking back up at Steve. "Do you mind?"

"Go right ahead." Steve smiled, releasing you and stepping back from the bed. "After all, this was your plan."

Eddie couldn't help the quiet groan that escaped his lips then as he dropped the knife on the nightstand, practically ripping his robe off, before bringing his hands down to unbuckle his belt.

You waited in anticipation as he pushed his jeans down his legs, his boxers going with them. And when his cock sprang free from its constraints, you felt your pussy throb from the sight.

"You ready to get this wet for me sweetheart?" Eddie smirked, his eyes wild as he stared down at you, his hand coming to wrap around the base of his cock.

You could only offer him a weak nod as you waited for him to make his next move.

You gasped when he reached around you to grip the back of your hair, roughly pulling you forward onto your hands and knees. And he gave you no warning before he nudged your mouth open with the head of his cock, wasting no time with pushing himself all the way into your mouth.

Eddie let out a guttural groan when his tip hit the back of your throat, making you gag around him. He kept his hand threaded through your hair as he started to urge your movements over him, your head bobbing up and down on his cock.

"Shit, Eds." Steve groaned, his robe already discarded behind him, his jeans and underwear pooled around his ankles as he grasped his aching cock. "She's fucking gorgeous."

"Isn't she?" Eddie grinned, his breath hitching in his throat at the sight of your lips wrapped around him.

His hands were still tightly gripping your hair, a dull pain beginning to radiate across your scalp, as he continued to thrust into your mouth.

Steve was still standing off to the side, watching intently as he moved his hand up and down his length, completely captivated by the sight in front of him. He wanted so badly to be inside you right now, to split you open on his cock, but he wanted Eddie to have his moment. They had planned this for so long, and he wasn't about to go against Eddie's wishes now.

Your eyes were watering as you struggled to keep from gagging, Eddie's cock relentlessly hitting the back of your throat over and over as he brought himself to his release.

"C'mon Eds, hurry it up." Steve finally urged, becoming too desperate to wait any longer.

Eddie simply picked up his pace, thrusting harder inside your mouth, before you felt his dick twitch, the warmth of his release coating your tongue. And as he worked to steady his breathing, he slipped his cock out of your mouth, watching as you swallowed down his load.

"Jesus Christ, you're such a fucking slut." He said proudly, looking over to his partner. "You seeing this Steve?"

Steve nodded, a wicked smirk on his face as he advanced towards you both. "Alright, my turn."

Eddie stepped back then, giving Steve room to take over. And you were still trying to get your bearings, so it took you by suprise when his hands came down on your shoulders, pushing you onto your back as he came to hover over you. And you couldn't help raising your hips up towards him, desperate for him to be inside you.

Steve clearly noticed your desperation as a small smirk pulled at his lips, before he reached down to press his fingers to your clit.

"Jesus, you're soaked." He said, feeling incredibly proud when a quiet moan fell from your lips at the contact. "Bet you can't wait for me to have my dick inside you again."

"Mm, Steve...please." You whined, your eyes falling shut as he nudged his tip into your entrance. You didn't even care how wrong this was anymore, you just needed him to be inside you.

When Steve finally pushed himself inside, you cried out his name, as you threw your head back into the mattress. And he wasted no time in setting a brutal pace inside you, his thrusts already beginning to shake the bed beneath you.

Eddie simply smiled at the sight, happy that Steve could finally have his moment. And he was filled with anticipation of what was to come. He was just waiting for his mark.

"Oh god!" You cried, your hands desperately fisting the sheets as Steve pounded into you, his balls beginning to slap against your ass. "Fuck!"

"That's it, baby." Steve panted. He was filled with pride as he watched you coming undone before him. "You gonna come for me?"

You nodded, your eyes still clamped shut as he continued to drive himself into you, the sound of skin smacking against skin filling the room. You'd completely forgotten that Eddie was merely feet away, watching as Steve ruined you. But you couldn't bring yourself to care, because this just felt too good.

After a few more hard thrusts, you could feel yourself finally reaching your release, heat beginning to pool in your belly.

And Steve could feel his own release nearing as he continued to slap his hips up into you.

And within seconds, you were practically screaming, the fire exploding in your belly as pleasure wracked through you. "Oh my god! Yes!"

But it wasn't over yet, as Steve barely gave you any time to recover before he was repositioning you both, him lying on his back whilst you straddled him, his cock still buried deep inside you.

You looked down at him in confusion but you quickly realised what was about to happen when Eddie circled the bed, coming to position himself behind you.

"No, wait, I can't." You pleaded, shaking your head as you turned to look at Eddie.

"Yes you can, sweetheart." He said, smiling at you as he readied himself. "Remember what we agreed on. You've gotta be good for us, remember?"

His words from earlier echoed in your mind and you gave him a weak nod, turning to look back down at Steve, who seemed to be trying incredibly hard to remain still whilst you waited for Eddie.

And when you felt the tip of Eddie's dick press against your entrance, your whole body tensed, prompting Eddie to bring his hands up to your shoulders, squeezing slightly.

"Remember what I said." He whispered, leaning close enough for his lips to brush against your ear.

You nodded again, swallowing as you waited for him to push into you. And when he finally sank himself inside your tight hole, you groaned from both pain and pleasure.

Steve took this as his cue to move, a grin breaking across his features as he carefully thrusted up into you as Eddie pulled out. They both took a moment to set a pace inside you, but once they had figured things out, they began moving inside you easily, both of them groaning quietly.

The sensation of them both moving inside you hurt at first, but after a few more steady thrusts, you were finding that it was quite pleasurable.

Steve had pushed your t-shirt up over your head now, Eddie discarding it on the floor behind him, and both their hands were roughly kneading your breasts, making you moan loudly.

"Oh god." You breathed out, your eyes screwing shut as you felt another orgasm nearing. "Oh...fuck."

"That's it sweetheart." Eddie chuckled. "You gonna come for us?"

"Yes! Oh god, yes!"

"Shit Eds, I'm so close." Steve panted from beneath you, his mouth hanging open as he continued his movements inside you.

Eddie simply groaned in response, his own release nearing as he thrusted inside you.

It wasn't long until you were coming around Steve's cock, your arousal coating them both as they continued to drive themselves into you. And when you were finally spent, the only thing that was holding you upright was Eddie's hands around your body.

They both worked themselves to their release, and moments later, you could feel them both twitch inside you, guttural groans falling from their lips as they came.

And when they finally caught their breaths, Eddie slipped out of you, slumping down on the bed beside you.

"Holy shit." He panted, his chest rising and falling heavily as he grinned at you. "If only you'd have realised our potential sooner."

"Are you...gonna kill me?"

"No, we gotta keep you around sweetheart."

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