#stalker!eddie munson

[biancadjarin]

ʚ Send Me an Angel ɞ

part 1 part 2

- pairing: perv!dark!em x bratty!henderson sister!fem reader

- content warning: 18+ rough sex, choking, Eddie’s a bit scary/stalker vibes in this one. Proceed with caution!

- words: listen, I don’t know how to do the word count thing but this is a longer one.

- a/n: Eddie became a little darker in this chapter.. hopefully you enjoy! Y’know in S4E1 when Erica says “He’s sharp.” And Eddie shoots the guys that look when they laugh? That’s the energy he has in this. Anyway, feedback, likes and reblogs are appreciated!! Also just btw-a lot of my titles are songs. Send me an Angel is an 80’s banger I highly recommend listening to. Find the rest of my masterlist HERE.

You’ve been waiting in your bedroom for almost 2 hours when you hear your front door start to open and shut. Finally your brothers annoying little friends are all going home and Eddie will be up here soon. You do a giddy little dance thinking about being alone with him.

Omg Eddie is going to be in my room, you think to yourself. Your stomach has been filled with anxious butterflies all night and you’ve gone from casually sitting at your desk *pretending* to read a book, to laying on your bed looking nonchalant and sexy to pacing your floor, to where you are now, sinking into the plush oversized beanbag chair in the corner of your room. Your eyes dart to your clock again for the 100th time. 11:22pm.

What’s taking him so long? Did he change his mind? Was he just teasing you before in the kitchen? Maybe he just wanted you to stop distracting him and his hellfire friends so they could finish their stupid game…

Just as you started to feel your nose tingle with the beginning of tears a knock comes on your door. “Come in!” you call out sweetly.

Much to your disappointment, Dustin walks in. Alone.

“Hey so the guys are all gone. Thanks for giving us some space..” he looks down at his socked feet nervously. “Sorry if I was a little rude before.” he says sincerely. You smile at him. As much as your little brother can be a total pain in the ass, you love him and you’re happy he’s got a group of friends that are as nerdy as him. It’s actually a miracle he was allowed into Hellfire. All the other guys are seniors.

“They’re all gone?” You ask, trying to hide the desperate hopefulness in your voice. “Yep, you can go downstairs and make as much noise as you want. I’m going to bed. Night!” He calls over his shoulder as he heads down the hall to his room.

You walk over to your door and close it again, the disappointment spilling from your heart, into a pit in your stomach and creeping back up into your throat, which is tightening. The tingles in your nose are back as the sting of tears start to prick at your eyes. You slip into your silky pink nightgown and run back to your bed to hide under the covers. Of course Eddie doesn’t really like me. You think to yourself. He probably only likes pretty cheerleaders. You remember how you felt a few days ago at lunch when Eddie checked two of them out when they walked past him. His eyes swept their bodies from head to toe while he grinned and they giggled and pretended Hawkin’s resident freak wasn’t also one of the hottest guys in school. The tears finally spilled from your eyes as you imagined Eddie going to hang out with one of them tonight instead of you…

Your room is dark except for the moonlight spilling in through your double windows when you’re awoken from your sleep with a soft tap tap tap on the glass. Your eyes open slowly and adjust to the low light when you see a silhouette outside of your window. Your heart stops for half a second before realizing who it is. Eddie’s crouched on your balcony, moonlight backlighting his curls and broad shoulders.

He waves at you and points at the latch on your window, beckoning you to come and unlock it. You begin to toss the covers off your body when you stop and look at the clock. 12:07am. Why is he here now? Did he forget about me and then finally remember? I should just let him freeze out there. Your mind is racing with questions that there’s only one way to get answers to so you decide to take a deep breath and huff over to your window, unlocking and pulling it open.

“Shit y/n, I’ve been tapping on your window for ten minutes.” Eddie says as he ducks into the warmth of your room. He looks around, taking in the soft pink of your walls, the desk littered with perfumes and jewelry, your bed’s puffy white duvet looking like a soft, ethereal cloud, your unicorn and bunny stuffed animals mixed in with your pillows. The corners of his mouth start to lift into a smirk until his eyes land on you, standing in front of him pouting with your arms crossed as you stare at him.

“What’re you doing here?” You ask him in your quiet, sleepy voice. Your eyes look tired and puffy, pink rimmed and still a bit wet from your tears. Confusion is written all over Eddie’s face. You two had a plan didn’t you? He was going to come here after Hellfire. He’s here. So what’s the problem?

“I’m here to see you angel.” He says low and gravelly as he steps closer to you, his warm hands settling on either side of your waist. His fingers squeeze and slip over the buttery fabric. “This is cute.” He says as his eyes dip down to take in your body. “Is this what princesses like you sleep in?” He says mockingly, eyes darting back up to yours, grinning like a devil. He pushes closer into you, the front of his denim covered thighs meeting your bare ones. You back up slowly, moving with him as he maneuvers you two towards your bed.

“It’s midnight Eddie.” You say with your bratty attitude as your palms come up to rest on his chest. “I’ve been waiting for you for hours. I-I thought…” your voice gets lost in your throat.

“You thought what baby?” Eddie asks, his hand coming up to rest on your cheek, his thumb pushing up your jaw so your eyes meet his. “Why does it look like you’ve been crying?” He asks, voice softening as he studies your face intently.

“I though maybe you forgot about me. Or you didn’t actually want to see me.” You whine as your lower lip comes out in a pout.

He chuckles, “Forget about you?” He shakes his head as he leans close to your face, “Never. I just had to take your little boyfriend Gareth home first. And I couldn’t just walk up the stairs and into your room now could I? What would Dustin think?”

You shrug and look to the side. You hadn’t thought of that. “Girls as pretty as you really shouldn’t cry over boys, princess. Especially ones as dumb as me.” Eddie’s voice is a whisper as he softly turns your face to look back at him. You want to argue and tell him he’s not dumb but you can’t help but feel a bit intimidated by him at this close proximity. He’s a few inches taller than you, and the scent flowing off of him is making your mind feel dizzy. He smells clean and warm, like cheap bar soap and cigarette smoke. His breath smells faintly like cherry, like he drank a dr. pepper on the way over here. “I don’t actually like Gareth you know, Eddie.” You tell him. He laughs again, hands releasing your cheeks. “Oh no?” He asks, mock surprised. You shake your head as you watch him start to kick off his sneakers and reach over his head to pull off his shirt. “Just tryin’ to make me jealous then?” He winks.

You stare at him with wide eyes. Eddie’s in my room. Shirtless. In the middle of the night. My crush is shirtless in my room at 12am. You take a deep breath to steady yourself, then ask him, “What are you doing?”

“Y/n, c’mon, it’s midnight. I’m horny. Let’s not play pretend ok?” He says as he sits on the edge of your bed, thighs spread wide for you to stand between. “You know why I’m here, don’t you?” His hand reaches out and tickles at the hem of your nightgown, shifting it up your thigh slightly and leaving goosebumps on your skin. “Lemme see that pretty little body baby.” You’re practically shaking with nervous energy when you reach up to pull the thin straps of your nightgown off your body. You know the second you do, you’ll be completely bare in front of Eddie. You can already feel the warm wetness slicking between your legs and you wonder if Eddie is as nervous as you. Probably not.

Your fingers begin to reach up when Eddie suddenly puts a hand up. “Wait.” You stare at him, wondering if you’ve done something wrong. He sighs, “I don’t want you to do this unless you’re sure. I can leave.” He says as he points a thumb back to the window he came in from. Your eyes widen in panic, head shaking back and forth as you whimper a soft “Mm mm! I’m sure, Eddie. I really want you here.” He bites his bottom lip to hold back his smile. “I don’t know.” He teases. “Maybe I should go.. wouldn’t want to start something you can’t handle.” “I can handle it Eddie, promise.” “Good. Now take it off slowly. Give me a little show sweetheart. Like you’re unwrapping a present on Christmas morning.” He leans back, palms resting behind him. A smug smirk plays across his lips. You do as he says, sliding one strap off your shoulder and playfully lifting the hem of your nightgown, turning slowly and letting the underside of your asscheeks peek out at him. He groans and bites his bottom lip as he watches you. He wants a show, you’ll give him one.

“Y’know I’ve thought about this.” Eddie starts, “Ever since the first time I saw you. I knew you couldn’t be a good girl all the time.”

“Sometimes good girls can do bad things.” You say over your shoulder to him. “Especially for bad boys.”

He laughs. “Bad boys, huh? S’that what I am?” You look at him with narrowed eyes and a weak smile, as if he just asked if the sky is blue. When he laughs his dimples deepen and his eyes crinkle at the corners. Their deep caramel color sparkles in the moonlight spilling in from your window. He’s even prettier at night. You didn’t think that was possible.

“I’m not the kind of guy that has crushes y/n. It’s not hard for me to get girls. In fact, it’s a little too easy sometimes.” He palms at the growing erection in his jeans, giving it a few rubs before he pops open the top button of his tight pants. “Me and Harrington even have a little game going. Who can fuck twenty six girls first? A name for every letter in the alphabet.” Your stomach drops at his confession. “But then I met you. And I didn’t wanna play that game anymore. I didn’t wanna think about other girls anymore. Because I felt something I’d forgotten I could feel. A crush. On you.” You spin back around to look at him. You let both straps fall off your shoulders, the cool air of your room instantly hitting your sensitive nipples and making them taut and perked. Eddie lets out a low groan as his hips stir. “It’s pathetic really.. how much I think about you.” He admits. His hand reaches up to cup your breasts, letting the curve of them rest in his palms as his thumbs swipe your nipples roughly. Your heartbeat is pulsing in your ears but you keep listening intently to Eddie, not wanting to miss a word. “I thought the curiosity was going to kill me until I figured out Dustin is your brother. So even though him and Mike are freshman, I let them join Hellfire.” Your eyebrows furrow as you start to piece together what Eddie is saying. None of this was an accident.

“Fuck these are nice. You want me to suck your tits? Treat you like the slut I know you are?” You groaned at his words, pussy throbbing and dripping with desire. “Yes Eddie please. Want you.” “Want me to what?” “Treat me like a slut. Please.” His eyes looked up at yours, one eyebrow raised, mouth hanging open. “Yeah?” He clarified. You nodded as you bit your lip. His hands grab either side of your hips to pull you closer to him. Your thighs lean against his lap, his hard bulge poking into you.

His lips suction over your nipple in an instant. His mouth is warm, no, hot and his tongue is velvety smooth. He licks your nipple sloppily before switching to your other boob. He begins to suck that nipple before letting his mouth wander a bit and attaching to the smooth squishy skin of your breast. His eyes are closed and his breath is coming out in hot bursts through his nostrils as he sucks the skin hard. After a few seconds, he releases with a pop and sits back a bit to admire his work. An oval shaped purple and pink bruise. “I guess I won’t be wearing low cut tops for a few days.” You say breathlessly. His eyebrows pinch in the middle, annoyed at the thought of another guy looking at you, fuck even thinking about you! He pulls your nightgown off the rest of the way roughly, tossing it across your room.

A low strained sound comes from deep in his throat. His hands ghost down your sides and settle on your ass, the tips of his fingers resting at the crease under your cheeks. He pulls you impossibly closer to him and then lifts both hand to bring them down with a loud smack! You jolt forward and the cute little squeal noise you make shoots right to Eddie’s cock. If he doesn’t fuck your soon, he thinks he’ll go insane. He stands up and instructs you to lay down. You do as your told, laying on your soft bed, sheets cool and smoothed down, not a wrinkle in them. Eddie can’t wait to make a mess of you and your perfect little bed. He unbuckles his belt and pulls it out of it’s loops with a thwip. You lay on your side and watch him pull his boxers down, the light trail of hair under his belly button leading to a small patch of matching brown above his dick. And holy shit he’s big. Bigger than you thought. He crawls onto the bed, body laying on top of yours, the full weight of him being partially supported by his forearm by your head.

“You ready to be my good girl? Or do you still want me to treat you like a slut?” He questioned, eyes staring into yours. His eyes are telling you to say you’ll be good but your brain is telling you to let him treat you like a slut. “Uhm..” he senses your hesitation. And honestly? It just makes him harder. “I’ve only had sex once before Eddie. I don’t know if-if I can fit you.” You say nervously, not wanting to disappoint him. “Oh don’t worry, princess.” He reaches down and lets his fingers pet the smooth wet folds of your pussy. He slips a finger into you easily, pumping a couple times before adding a second. “You can do anything you set your mind to.” He says before removing his hand and slowly sliding his entire length into you at once. A loud moan comes from deep within you as he settles on both his forearms, his fingers getting lost in your hair and his hips setting a deep, intense rhythm. Every pump of his cock makes him groan in disbelief, never thinking he’d know what your sweet pussy felt like. But now he’s here and it’s better than he’s ever imagined. Your soft moans and sighs, every inch of you impossibly soft, the smell of bubblegum on your skin and vanilla floating off of your hair. Your pussy is perfect, spongey and warm and fuck, is she clenching around me right now? He wonders. His nickname for you has never been more true. You’re his now. His angel. And he’d do anything to be the only one to corrupt you ever again.

“You’re so tight baby.” He says into the side of your neck. “Been wanting this for so long, fuck.” “Me too.” You moan out weakly. He chuckles before a hand reaches down and pulls up behind your knee, your thigh coming to press into your chest. He pumps faster now, holding you in the position. His dick is even deeper inside you and the pleasure is starting to turn into a pressure that almost feels too like much.

“Ed-Eddie! It’s s’too much! I can’t!” “Shut up.” He growls into your ear, pace not letting up. You feel tears starts to wet the edge of your eyes, one escaping and sliding down your cheek. “You said you wanted this sweetheart.” He pants, a sheen of sweat starting to emerge on his chest from his effort. “I’m just giving you what you begged for.” You whimpered beneath him, the pain fading back into something pleasurable again. His hand came to rest on your throat, fingers curling into the sides and applying a light pressure. You squeezed your eyes shut, focusing on the coil tightening in your belly, your floor muscles cramping and putting pressure on your clit from the inside. As if he can read your thoughts, Eddie’s fingers find your swollen bud and begin vibrating against it in tight circles.

“Look how wet you are, angel. Making a total mess on your sheets.” You look down but it’s no use. Too dark to see. You can’t think. Can’t speak. Can only feel how Eddie’s cock is splitting you open and his hand is around your neck. “Open your mouth baby.” He demands breathlessly. You open up, tongue sticking out a bit before Eddie spits toward your mouth. Some landing on your tongue, the rest on your chin and chest. He laughs darkly and you pout up at him. “Wha?” He asks teasing you with a fake pout to mirror yours. “Too rough for you baby?”

“Mm mm.” You say as you shake your head. “That’s what I thought. Now shut up so I can concentrate, gonna cum so hard and deep in this pussy.” “Wait Eddie- you should really pull out I’m not on-”. His hand leaves your throat to come up and cover your mouth. You whine through his hand but it doesn’t matter. He’s back at your clit and your orgasm comes rushing like the crest of a wave in the dead of night. Dark and all consuming, it pulls you under and fills your ears with ringing.

Eddie comes closely behind you, pushing his hips flush against yours, making sure every drop he spills inside you stays there.

“Fuuuuck.” He groans as he rolls onto your rumpled duvet, laying next to you for a minute as his breathing gets back to normal. You roll onto your side and lean your cheek on his tattooed bicep, fingertips angling his face to kiss you. He does, his tongue massaging yours and a ringed hand coming up to cradle your cheek softly. A stark contrast to his demeanor a minute ago. The kiss almost feels sweet. Romantic. Soft. Maybe he’s a little rough when he fucks you but if he’s this sweet the rest of the time, it’s worth it. Worth it to be his, his, just his.

He sighs deeply before shrugging you off his arm, standing up and getting dressed. You get up and slip your nightie back on, not sure if he’s about to leave or ask you to come with him.. you kinda hope it’s the latter.

But he doesn’t. He doesn’t say anything. Just pulls his leather jacket on and starts to walk towards your window. You follow after him, hand finding his just as he gets to the window. He turns and smiles at you, a detached look in his eyes that you lie to yourself and say is just him being tired.

“If I stay here and cuddle with you, I won’t ever want to leave y/n.” You nod slowly, knowing you deserve better but accepting his reasoning nonetheless. “But you’ll call me? You’ll talk to me at school?” You ask him sadly. His heart really does ache at your sweet questions. “Of course I will, angel.” He says with a soft kiss and nuzzle of the tip of his nose against yours that makes you giggle. “I’ll see you Monday.” He says as he ducks out your window, disappearing back into the night.

You lay back down, fake scenarios playing in your mind about what Monday will bring lulling you to sleep.

Eddie gets back in his van and pops open the glovebox. Tongue poking out of the side of his mouth he feels around for a crumpled piece of paper and a pen. Next to the first letter of your name, he put a check mark and writes “y/n, best one yet.”

the end

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[fuckmymunson]

𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰 - 𝐄.𝐌

a/n: Trying to write with a broken heart, excuse any typos, of course not proofread, love y'all, thank you for always brightening my heart ♡. Probably the too small and rushed, but I really liked this initial thought ):

cw: Stalker/Perv!Eddie, masturbation, brief mention of pubic hair, thoughts of sex (vaginal and kinda anal?), 18+.

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Eddie bit his lower lip, wrapping a large hand around his hard cock, pressing his back against the cold corrugated steel of his trailer. A thin layer of sweat coated his pale skin as he struggled to keep his eyes open.

He wouldn't miss the sight of you fresh out of the shower for anything in the damn world.

His chocolate eyes roamed unashamedly your naked form. You always forget to close the drapes. Fine with him, though. The towel pooled at your ankles and Eddie gasped in ecstasy. Tiny bits of water slid down your body, and he could only wish it was another thing sliding down your abdomen, your thighs…

Eddie loved your body. He worshiped every single inch of your body, if he could, he would kiss the ground you step on. Eddie adored how carefree you acted when you thought you were alone, and how genuine your attitude was. Eddie loved seeing you being you. His cock twitched against his palm when you turned around, facing the window, raising your arms to dry your hair. God, he would give everything just to wrap you in his arms and bury his face on your tits, to inhale your scent, your natural self, so fresh and hot. His eyes darted down almost immediately to your thighs, once again imagining how good they must feel around his head, suffocating him.

It was wrong, he was practically invading your privacy, but it wasn't his fault you were so beautiful and desirable. Eddie wasn’t guilty of his actions, at all. Why? Because at the end of the day it was his teeny tiny little secret, and, because he knew sooner or later, you would be his.

A heavy shiver ran through his spine, and he helplessly came with a gagged moan, hot ropes of his cum coating his hand and his white reeboks. Eddie groaned in frustration, he didn't mean to finish that quickly.

But seeing the adorable patch of hair between your legs did it for him. He wanted to bury his face between your legs, nibble your wet folds and bump his nose into your clit. He wanted to fuck you with his tongue and be coated with your slick, with your essence. Eddie was drunk at the mere thought of you.

Tucking his soft cock inside his tight black jeans, he whined pathetically when you bent down to pick up the towel, and he couldn't help but wonder how good you would feel bending over and letting him slap your precious, plump ass with his large hands, spreading your cheeks as he's pounding relentlessly on you, shaping your tight gorgeous pussy to the shape of his fat cock, before spitting right into your pretty asshole and teasing it with his thumb.

He got carried away in his dreams, in his nastiest fantasies and desires, immersing himself on the idea of your sweet voice moaning his name, tugging his black curls as he devoured you. Eddie was lost in his little daydream.

“Eddie?”

He blinked once, twice.

“Eddie?” It was Wayne, who was just leaving for his night shift. “It’s almost 1 am, what are you doing here?”

He looked back at your window, the curtains were closed, and the lights were off.

“Yeah, sorry, I just needed some air,” Eddie said, kicking a few rocks and tucking his hands in his pockets, trying to wipe off the cum stains.

Inside his trailer, he locked the door of his bedroom, and from under his filthy pillow, he grabbed one of your t-shirts, the one he stole from the cheap wire you hang up your clothes on. The scent of the fabric softener was replaced with his own musk, the strong scent of cigarettes and weed, and the dry residues of his cum.

Perhaps he could pay you a small visit one of these days

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[love-toxin]

Stalker!eddie can be something so personal *blushes and cums*

(cw: nc somno)

stalker!eddie can be the one groping your ass while you sleep (silly angel, leaving your window open!) and salivating over the way the flesh fills out his hands, cupped over your cheeks that aren't covered by those thin shorts for long. he can also be the one to give in immediately once he's torn them off and lick a loooooong stripe up your body, from that softest, sweetest place all the way up your spine, to place a gentle kiss on the back of your neck. he loves the way you shiver and jerk in your sleep, how you don't mind the fact that he isn't wearing anything to protect him when he guides his cock to that fated hole--cause you don't mind, do you? you're just a good person, and so good to your boyfriend, you'll do anything to make him happy....you'll even cum for him in your sleep! you don't even know what's happening, and you still make him so happy, you really are meant to be together! you must be!

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[steddie-thirst]

Beauty and the Devil | Stalker!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader |18+|

Summary: Eddie Munson is a freak and everyone knows it. They see the way that he looks at you always so playful. You do not believe any of the rumors about the metalhead. However, when he's the only option for a ride home things spiral out of hand. You realize just how wrong you were about Eddie.

Warnings: stalking, Eddie being creepy, non-con, roleplay, 18+, cursing, fighting, mentions of drugs, language, intense themes, sexual explicit scenes and descriptions.

Inside the lunchroom loud chatter, laughing, and shouting filled the large room. Each group having their own designated table from nerds to jocks and even the band kids had a place to sit. It was strange how social hierarchy still applied to something as insignificant as cafeteria seating, but what else to expect from a small town with high standards.

Your eyes scan the bustling cafeteria room for a spot to sit. Until your eyes catch with bright brown irises, that were hungrily eyeing you up. Spotting him at the head of the table seated between his friends. As his eyes catch yours it's almost instant that your body moves on its own accord towards the table and he's smirking.

Eddie Munson was everything he was not. The people of Hawkins referred to him as many things a freak, a Satanist, and the leader of a cult to name just a few. Things of which had to be anything but true; after all he seemed like a nice guy to you. You weren't new to Hawkins and hadn't seen of those accusations come to light. So it couldn't be true - Right?

In a few short strides you had reached the table and to late to back down. "Well, well, well." He tuts, tilting his head to attempt a get a better view. Immediately earning the attention of the other members, "Look who decided to join us boys." They all have their eyes on you. No doubt trying to undress you with their hungry eyes.

"I-I didn't have a place to sit." You admit bashfully, shifting your weight awkwardly as Eddie hums in thought. He takes his time in responding wanting to keep you waiting and desperate and practically dependent on him. Eddie looks down the table, each seat is fully occupied. How unfortunate.

"Aww, sweetheart." Eddie's tone was condescendingly sweet as he coos up at you. Idly tapping his fingers against the table as he speaks. "All the seats are taken." Your shoulders slump, allowing the sleeves of your cardigan to slip, revealing the skin underneath. Eddie's mouth goes dry as he stares up at the curve where your neck meets with your shoulders - Damn.

Your soft lips plush and pulled down into a frown and Eddie cannot resist.

How could he say no to such a sweet little thing like you?

He turns to face his friend, curly chestnut hair with freckles spread across his cheeks generously, "Gareth?" The boy froze slowly turning to face Eddie lowering the can of soda he was currently consuming.

"Y-Yes, Ed?" His throat bobbed nervously as he spoke trying to gulp down the fear.

The brunette points out the small space between him and the other member, Jeff. "Scoot over so she can sit." He more or less demanded. Gareth nodded, not bothering to argue, gathering his tray and notebook scooting down the bench now shoulder to shoulder with Jeff. Who didn't mind it really but could tell Eddie seemed off. He was different.

"Look at that." Eddie shrugs his shoulders lips curling into a devilish grin, gesturing to the now open seat. "There's a spot." You tentatively take your seat next to Gareth and Eddie chuckles.

From this incident and forward things got worse. Ending up leaving whole crew worried about Eddie - He had changed since you joined at the table. Weeks had went by and these behaviors didn't let up which led Gareth to pull him aside - "Dude what the hell is up with you?" His hands were tightly gripped the fabric of Eddie's jean vest, littered with buttons and patches, the chains hooked on his hips clanking loudly as Gareth manhandled him.

Eddie head lolled to the side and he chuckles shrugging his shoulders carelessly which honestly worried him even more. His eyes were clouded with lust. Lust for the innocent little sheep that joined his flock and Gareth knew it. "Nothing, what's got you all worked up Gare?" Eddie chooses to deflect the question rather than answer it. He was the only one who could understand how the guitarist could get - He was becoming obsessed.

"Dude." Gareth lowered his voice tone laced with worry. Shoving Eddie back against the side of his van, "You need to fucking curb yourself." He warns, but Eddie is still grinning like a madman.

Head leaned back which thudded against the hollow metal as he reaches his right hand up to pat Gareth's cheek, muscles twitching beneath his touch, trying to push aside his worry. "Aww, it's sweet you care so much." He shoved his hand off and slammed him again against the vehicle.

"I said fucking watch it. You are getting in to deep, Eds." Gareth stares up into his eyes, but he knew it wasn't going to help much. He would just have to hope that Eddie didn't succumb to those thoughts. "Last warning." He shoves Eddie off and the guitarist scoffs watching as Gareth walks off. Bringing his hands up to dust himself off, before reaching into his pocket to fish out his pack of cigarettes. He lit up and took a puff. Hoping the nicotine laced inside would be better at helping him to attempt to numb his feelings. However, when it came to you he felt like he wasn't piloting his own body and he couldn't stop himself. Idly holding the cigarette between his ringed fingers chewing at his cheek. Shit - It was getting worse and much harder to control.

It had been weeks since Eddie had the little conversation with Gareth, but he couldn't get you out of his mind. He'd spend hours getting off to the smallest of things you did. Whether it be from little touches, exposed skin, and your lips. Oh how he wanted them around his cock. Fuck- he wanted you. Needed you.

Thursday rolled around taking an absolute turn for the worse. Staying late after school that day left you without a ride knowing full well your mom was already at work. Stupid book club - Mentally cursing yourself. You scan the school's parking lot for anyone when you spot him. "Eddie!" Bolting across the schoolyard towards the confused metalhead.

He heard his name - Turning each and every way to spot who it was until he caught sight of you. Why had you not left? Watching you sprint over the yard towards him slowing to a stop when you reached the lot. "Eddie, I need a ride home."

"You do? Where's your mom?" He asks, brows furrowing muscles tensing as you reach out to take his hand.

He eyes you over, "Well she's kind of at work and I just stayed late for my club, b-but you're here so you can give me a ride. Right?" You tried to rationalize with him and Eddie licks his lips feeling them dry up as he stares down int your eyes.

God forgive him for what he's about to do. Eddie brings his hands up to gently rub his palms reassuringly over your shoulders, "Yeah, baby. I can give you a ride." Eddie's soft eyes stare down into your own and enjoys the way your eyes light up.

"Thank you, I'll just give you directions on the way there." Eddie's hands drop to his sides limply as you hurry over to the passenger side. He drums his fingers on his thigh and bites his lip as he listens to the door slam behind him. He had you. The sweetest of the flock was trapped now.

Eddie hustles around the front of the vehicle clambering into the driver's seat and plopping down into it with a huff. Fishing out the keys from his back pocket and starting the engine. The engine sputtered and the radio roared to life projecting the sweet sound of Black Sabbath. He reached over to turn it down a tad before shifting gears and speeding out the parking lot.

As he drove, one hand stayed on the wheel, knuckles whitening as he gripped it tightly. His other hand rested at the base of his thigh lightly drumming his fingers across his knee. You looking back up to his face the moonlight the peered through the glass illuminating his face occasionally through the gap through the trees. Wait?

Trees? Had he missed the turn? You press your face against the cool glass watching as the familiar street sign fades off into the distance. Fear and dread pool deep in your gut and slowly you turn glance back at Eddie. "Y-You missed the turn." Lip trembling as you stammer out the words.

Eddie's lips curl into a smirk as his eyes flit over to you, "I know, sweetheart." He coos, "You're coming home with me tonight." In this moment you knew it was all a lie. The smiles, laughter, and chivalrous nature gone. You immediately turn to pull at the handle on the door shocked to find it was locked, "Not so fast, sweetheart-"

"Eddie let me out of here!" You shout voice echoing loudly in his ears as the vehicle slows to a stop on the side of the road. He pulls the shift into park and unbuckles his belt.

"No." You reach over and slug Eddie in the face when he turns to face you. He falls back against the window with a pained grunt hands reaching up to cup his nose. He felt something warm drip over his lips and he grew angry. Blood - He was bleeding. You climb over him and head towards the back of the van, but Eddie is quick to react.

Tackling you down to the floor of the van, pinning your arms above your head and he eyes your chest humming in content. "God, I've been waiting for this for fucking weeks and you just have to ruin it by being such a brat!" His hips are positioned over yours thighs trapping your own legs between him.

"Eddie p-please.." You whimper.

"Shut up!" He hissed, grip growing tighter around your wrists. Eddie takes in your outfit and hums. Pink cotton cardigan over a a white collared tee and paired with a baby-blue skirt, "Did you wear this for me, baby?" His voice soft and condescending. "Looked so cute today. Got me hard just thinking about you bending over for me in that little skirt."

"E-Eddie I wasn't-" You're cut off.

"Wasn't what? Trying to get me all worked up?" He voiced his thoughts loudly. Eddie needed you to know how he felt about you and he so wanted this to be more romantic, but you had freaked out on him. "Admit it, you wanted me that day you started sitting at our table. The way you'd lean in closer to me and wear those short skirts to get a rise out of me? Right?"

It was so pathetic but he was spot on. You wanted him. Wanted to feel those hands gripping, touching, and claiming what's his. "Y-Yes."

"What a fucking slut." He spat reaching into his back pocket, one hand keeping a tight grip on your wrists. "Guess that's why I had to keep these on me." He lifts the item up to your view. A pair of handcuffs, decorated with pink-dyed fur that glinted in the faint light provided by the street lamp. A whine leaves you and your back arches. "Don't worry baby. I'll get there." He moves his hand and cuffs each wrist, watching you squirm beneath him on the van's floor. Pretty and pink contrast against the stark orange carpet of his vehicle.

He was goin to ruin you. "You wanted this huh, sweetheart?" He grunts, leaning down to brush his lips over your neck nibbling and sucking at the skin. Large hands splayed out on either side of your head. He chuckles as you gasp your body squirming beneath him, "Let the freak of Hawkins devour your soul." His tongue laps at your skin the warmth of it feeling so pleasant against your cool skin. He grinds his hips down against yours and another filthy moan leaves your lips. Erotic but so pornograohic, it felt so good to be put in your place.

"Please, Eddie. Take me." You beg.

He chuckles pulling back to watch your face contort with pleasure as his Jean clad cock rubs pleasantly against your clothed cunt. "Don't worry, princess. Your mine and what I want I fucking take."

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[littlest-dark-age]

Day 1 : Fall out in the cold star light

Stalker eddie can't seem to keep his hands to himself

tw : somno, thigh fucking, pet names (precious angel, baby, good slut), eddie calls himself daddy, delusional eddie, slight degradation, mentions of eddie following reader. If I missed anything, please let me know

Eddie knows he shouldn't feel like this, and that his feelings towards you shouldn't push him to do illegal actions. Especially when the town already is convinced he sacrifices goats behind his trailer, yet he can't seem to help it. Finding himself standing in front of your house well past midnight, with such perverse intentions. 

He didn't mean to sneak in while you were home the first time it happened and panicked when he saw your sleeping form tucked into your cozy bed. You had said that you'd be staying the night with Robin whenever he was watching you in the library. Yet in the few hours that he wasn't staring at the back of your head and straining his ears to hear your words, something had come up for her to not be able to have you over that night. Eddie quickly decided that this, being able to watch over you as you rested peacefully unaware of him so close, was better than shoving his face in your pillow and blowing his load all over your poor teddy bears. This is where such a dirty and disgusting habit was born. Sneaking in when he knew you were at home and daring himself to do more and more every night, silently hoping you'd wake in the midst of him touching you. 

Eddie climbs the vine covered lattice panel until he's able to grab onto the edge of your cracked window and hauls himself into your room. Instantly being welcomed by the gentle glow of your little lamp tucked away on the corner of your desk and the sight of you, slightly snoring with your face squished into the pillow. 

A smile spreads across his face at the sight of you, his sweet angel, before he shrugs off his jacket and vest and carefully kicks off his beat up shoes near the window. Eddie shuffles over to the side of your bed in the dim light, trying to be quiet so as to not wake you. He bends down and softly strokes your exposed cheek with his large, warm hands. A bolt of excitement running through him like it always does whenever he gets to feel you, even if it's something as simple as resting his hand on your cheek. 

Growing bolder at the fact that you didn't stir at the light touch, he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead and another to the tip of your nose. Resting his own forehead against yours, Eddie closes his eyes and simply breathes you in for a moment. Before he mixes your intoxicating scent with his own. 

"I love you so much baby. Can't ever get you out of my head but I'm not sure if I want to." His gentle mumbles seem so loud in the calm air of your bedroom. 

Slowly standing all the way up, he begins to crawl onto the bed with you. Stilling when his weight causes the springs to creek as he examines your face for any signs of your waking while he has one knee on the bed, perched on the soft mattress to be as close as he possibly can be. The closeness and your scent causing his cock to stir in his ripped jeans and making them even tighter on him. 

Eddie is finally able to settle in and lay down next to your sleeping body, tucking himself into your neck as he slides his hands over your blanket covered side. Slowly rubbing up and down the length of your side before beginning to tug the soft blanket down, little by little. Revealing your cute pajamas that you got for your birthday last year that also happened to be your favorite, at least that's what you told Robin. He feels like he knows you so well yet is still so far away from you, as if you were the sun and he was the moon. Forced away from one another, yet Eddie couldn't resist your pull. Always wanting to keep you in view, needing to know every scrap of information you would give him. Even if you didn't know you were giving it to him. You consumed Eddie in every way possible and had to know you did, it's why you never bothered to lock your window or the reason you'd always wear such cute night clothes when you knew he was going to sneak in. At least, that's what Eddie convinced himself to push the guilt down of cumming into your underwear the first time. Now he doesn't care, too high on the feeling of you and being able to feel you. 

Blinking away the thoughts that flood his corrupt mind, Eddie shifts you carefully onto your back and finishes tugging the covers down to your thighs. 

"My precious angel….god, look at you. You were teasing me today, weren't you? Showing off those legs during gym because you missed me? You don't have to slut yourself out like that just because I've been busy, honey. Daddy was just busy, that's all. Didn't forget about you….not one bit." Eddie practically purrs out into the silence of your room while fumbling with the knot on the drawstrings of your pajama bottoms. 

He pulls down the bottoms and lifts your legs ever so slightly, giving himself just enough room to wiggle between them. His cold rings grazing your warm and soft skin as he looks down at you from sitting on his knees. Free hand reaching down to unzip and pull his half hard cock out of his jeans, hissing at the cold. Shifting his hips so he can rut against your thigh, brows furrowing at the feeling of your pillow soft skin. 

The sound of Eddie's jeans ruffling against your sheets fill the room along with the quiet squeaking of your bed as he rubs himself against your thighs. Eagerly tugging up your top to reveal your chest, he leans down and presses sloppy open mouthed kisses all over your stomach. Hunched over your body, covering every possible inch of skin with his drooly kisses, slowly making his way up your chest and around your nipples. Flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud and moaning at the taste of your skin. 

"Hold on baby, sorry, gonna rearrange you a bit," he shuffles around so both of your legs are to the left of him and pressed together, trapping his cock between your thighs ",there we go. Fuck…" 

Eddie slowly starts to pump his cock between your legs, squeezing his eyes shut and tossing his head back. Imagining how much better it would feel to actually be in you. 

"No no no, not yet. Want you awake when I finally fuck you. Wanna watch you struggle to take my cock, gonna stretch you out so fucking good. Its tempting though, fucking you awake. Watching that peaceful face turn to shock when you realize what's going on. See those pretty eyes roll back when you feel how good I am to you, that I'm doing all of it to make you feel good." He rambles to the ceiling, hips slapping against your thighs and making them jiggle with every thrust. The mental image of you spread out on his dick causing the knot in his stomach to tangle even further, bolts of pleasure running through him as sweat starts to form on his hairline. 

Jaw dropping as he tries to bite back his moans, whines and hushed whimpers still escaping. Wanting so badly to be able to moan out your name like a prayer but knowing it wouldn't end well if your parents found the town freak corrupting and using their child's body for his own sick desires. The thought of them, and the whole town, knowing that you're his nearly sends him over the edge. You'd be branded with the mark of the beast in their minds and so he'd get you all to himself for whatever he wanted. 

Eddie yanks your underwear hurriedly, holding up one of your legs against him so he can tug on his weeping cook. Gripping himself, he quickly begins to fuck his fist. Pressing kisses to your calf that's resting on his shoulder, the knot in his belly finally snapping as he cums all over you. Thick white spurts coating your precious skin as his whole body shudders. Hips pumping into his slick fist so he can give you every drop of his cum as he pants. 

"Fuck, take it. Take it like a good slut for daddy. That's it baby, that's it…" He rasps out with closed eyes before gulping and beginning to adjust your clothes. Rubbing your underwear into his cum to make a nice wet spot that you'll get embarrassed about in the morning. 

Eddie takes a moment to make sure his knees won't give out as he's climbing back down your lattice paneling, watching your chest rise with every breath. Thinking about how tomorrow during lunch, you'll tell Robin that you think you might need to see someone for leaving such a large wet patch in your underwear over a dream. Not knowing that the town freak, Eddie munson, was the cause

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[wireddless]

Imagine stalker!Eddie sneaks in your room after you’ve fallen asleep, it takes so much self control not to wake you up. Just palming himself while gazing through your window wasn’t enough. Delicately, he’d chop a small lock of hair from your head, wrapping it in his bandana and shoving it in his pocket.

He explores your room and looks at all of your trinkets, spraying your perfume, before ultimately deciding to just snag the glass bottle for his own use. He would look through your pop-y, older rock-y cassettes, noting certain names to buy for himself later. Before he escapes again, through your window, he places a delicate kiss to your lips, and your forehead soon after.

he is absolutely obsessed omg u guys

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[lightvixxen]

Dark eddie stalking you. Gathering information. Using it to drive you towards him

omg yesss, Eddie always "coincidentally" shows up at your favorite spots!! even if its like the library he's always there when you're there!! he always plays it off too like "oh just heard this was a great spot" or "a friend recommended this to me" and its definitely not because he's constantly eavesdropping on your conversations and trailing close behind you!!

or how he ends up with one of you favorite series!! either books or movies he'll pick them up and ask you about them!! being all like "hey you like this don't you?" which some of them you have no idea how he knows you like because you've never mentioned it to him!!

oooh and Eddie fine tuning your taste in physical appearance! small phrases like "I heard having partners with long hair is beneficial, plus gives you something to- hey i was joking don't throw stuff at me!!" or getting you to admit rockstars are hot :) specifically Eddie Van Halen

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[mixsethaddams]

Thinking about Eddie watching Steve when he sleeps. Pushing hair out of his face, pulling a blanket up over his shoulders.

Steve is so silly. He left the back door unlocked again. It’s ok though, Eddie will lock it and leave through the window 🖤

#dark steddie #stalker!eddie munson #seth writes

[undeaddisillusion]

Your stalker Steddie au has been absolutely eating my mind. I've been playing Obsessed with You by the Orion experience and Choke by idkhow. Just fantastic.

Eddie knows everything about Steve. He watches the other boy for hours on end whenever he can. Simply as Steve sits in his empty house. His boy collecting dust just like home around him.

Eddie knows all of his little secrets, everything that Steve thinks only he knows of. He knows that his Stevie likes wearing his mom's dresses. He knows that underneath Steve's bed, lays a gay prono mag. The moment Eddie saw that BDSM magazine, pages worn from turning..

Eddie knew he had to make Steve his.

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[munsonify]

i’m currently writing a series about obsessed!stalker!eddie and 😵‍💫😵‍💫 it’s so smutty

#munsonify #eddie munson #stalker!eddie munson

[prettybabybaby]

stalker eddie watching clueless reader use soap he came in

ANON WAIT. BODY CREAM!

¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !

content: stalker!eddie x gn!reader

¡ stranger things masterlist !

Eddie watched from your outside your window, hidden by the bush that stood tall. You stepped out of the restroom, towel wrapped around your figure. Your hair was soaking and dripping down the curve of your shoulders.

You opened the cap of your new body cream, unknowingly scooping a handful of his milky colored cum. You started with your chest, smearing it all over your delicate skin. Suddenly, you stopped, thick streaks of his cum decorating your skin like scratches. You brought your glimmering hand to your nose, sniffing. Pulling your hand away, you rubbed it between your fingers, examining it under the golden light.

You looked down at the tub, then your chest. You rubbed the remainder of it into your skin, ridding it of the marks. You smiled, admiring the glow of your skin.

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[love-toxin]

Ohhh, oh this anon is IN LOVE WITH EMOTIONAL SUPPORT STALKER EDDIE!!!!

EMOTIONAL SUPPORT STALKER EDDIE FOR THE WINN!!!

emotional support stalker!Eddie who calls your landline at night to whisper sweet things to you, always with a tendency to slip something creepy in there that freaks you out, but it's still so nice and it's exactly what you need to hear, so you let it slide. somehow he always knows when you're needy, too, and offers to speak such dirty words over the phone to get you there, and it's always too muffled but you know he's probably touching himself as he does it by the low, breathy tone of his voice as he hisses and sucks in a gasp every so often.

but he also leaves you gifts. presents like chocolates, cookies, little stuffed animals, a guitar pick, on rare occasions it's jewelry. when you're in need, he knows--you find batteries in your backpack when your walkman runs out, a new cassette for your favourite album when yours gets unwound, the book or homework assignment you forgot at home in your locker, and if you use them, pads or tampons or both when you panic and realize you don't have any on you. it's the kind of stuff only a thief would probably be able to do, half the stuff he leaves in your locker would never fit through the slats and sometimes you find stuff in your bag or backpack you know wasn't there when you left in the morning. but whoever he is, whatever he is, he's.....surprisingly, he's one of the few lights in your life. he cares. he leaves notes that always cheer you up and he listens to you vent over the phone when things just get to be too much, when you're so frustrated and sad that you don't even care that you're spilling your guts to a stalker, you just need somebody to listen. and in the end, he always asks the same question, and every time he does it gets harder and harder not to just say yes.

"want me to come pick you up, sweetheart?"

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[steddie-thirst]

MICHAEL MYERS X STRANGER THINGS

Come Out | Mean!Eddie x Fem! Reader | 18+

(( I know it's not Halloween yet, but I felt like timing that fic this way so yeah halloween smut yay!))

Requested by: Anon

Summary: What about some eddie smut where he dresses up like Michael myers and stalks reader around the house and makes her go hide and if he finds her she's biiiiiig trouble

PLEASE ENOY THE FILTH

“Come on out, Princess. I just want to play.” 

Halloween night had not gone as planned. First, it was Eddie deciding to cancel the movie date. Then it was the little phone calls with hollow breathing at  the ends of the receiver. It had drove you to hell and back. What really had done it when he’d shown up dressed up in his costume practically scaring you to death. You had enough of his little tricks, yelling and calling him names, making sure he knew how much of a pain he was, but this was his final straw. 

He snapped. 

“Don’t you want to play with, Daddy?” Eddie had been searching up and down for his favorite plaything - no sign of stopping. The house was probably the closest thing to a mansion as anyone could get in Hawkins. Searching through every nook and cranny to locate the object of his desire. Brown orbs that once held a softness to them were now hardened. Darkened with anger. Eddie needs to make you pay for every action, "Kitten, I know you're hiding from me."

From your place underneath the guest bed you kept a hand clamped over your mouth, warm breath fanning against your palm. A poor attempt to muffle the frequent sobs and whimpers. Fear rocked through you, heart beating wildly, blood pumping. Each creak of the floorboards sends you into a frenzy of panic, old wood whining beneath his boots. He stalks down the hall closer to your room, noting how the door was left wide open, only sparing it a quick glance before moving on. You'd be dumb to hide in there. Eddie knew he’d picked out the smartest of the bunch.

He continued down the hall dragging the kitchen knife along the wall as he went. Blade scraping against the hardened wood, a horrible shrill sound  echoing down the long hallway. It drove you wild and it was surely intentional."I only want to play, sweetheart." He coos, voice cutting through the eerie silence hanging amidst the air. "Daddy, knows how much you like to play. I'm not mad. Everyone gets a little angry." 

Eddie's tone was so sickeningly-sweet. Making it even harder to hide. One part of you knew he was gone and yet the other side wanted nothing more to fall into his arms. You tensed as the door creaked open followed by the heavy thud of his footsteps. Then they stopped.

 You looked to the left. Nothing, then to the right- "Boo!" A scream ripped its way through your throat as his face sat only mere inches away, dark curls framing his face. "Gotcha." His hands immediately flung out to grab ahold of you.

One hand on the forearm and the other around the base of your knee, dragging whilst you were kicking, screaming, clawing at everything in a desperate attempt to get away.

As he does so the carpet bites into your skin surely harsh enough to leave small burns. "Eddie! No-" He hauls you off the ground and tosses you onto the mattress with such a force it's shocking. You scramble to get up, but he's got you at knife-point.

"Ah, ah, ah." He tuts with a click of his tongue, pressing the blade to your collarbone, "Let's not get too hasty now. I think you owe me a big apology for your little outburst of behavior, sweetheart."

"E-Eddie, please I'm sorry I-I.." You were unable to form a coherent sentence, stumbling over words as they tumbled poorly from your lips. He was eating it up.

"Dumb bitch." He hissed, pressing the blade with a bit more pressure, making your words turn into pathetic little sobs. "Can't even fucking apologize properly. I worked so hard to give you everything and you just had to go and throw a little fit." Each word was laced with venom. 

"I-I'm sorry." Eddie eyes you over as the wimpy apology finally makes its way to his ears. However, he's way past that stage.

"Sit up and take this dumb sweater off. It makes you look stupid." He growled, stepping back so you could stand up off the mattress. Still wielding the knife in his hand in case you felt like making an escape attempt. 

Shaking hands reach down to the hem to pull the crème colored sweater off and over your head. Eddie snatches the item and tossed it over his shoulder landing somewhere on the floor. He takes in every curve and dip of your body, like a predator does with its prey, "God baby you look so fuckin' cute when you're scared." His fingers cup your breast through the thin material of your laced bra. A moan had somehow slipped through all the whining you'd been doing.

"Ed-"

"Not my name, slut." He's quick to correct you.

Quickly going to correct yourself, "Daddy, please I-I need you."

Eddie tilts his head to the side examining you, curls flowing with his movements, "No, you don't get anything from me. You're gonna take your fucking punishment and thank me for it." He drags the knife down your chest, between the cups of your breasts and down to the hem of your skirt. "Take it off, princess. Then bend that little ass over the mattress." 

Eddie was meticulous, carefully plotting each step of your punishment right then and there, knowing full well you'd give in. It was hard to tell such a pretty man, No. Especially after the fact you'd gone so far as to hide, even throwing a fit calling him such names. 

You deserved this.

Shimmying out of the skirt and kicking it off afterwards looking up at Eddie, who only gave a cold stare in return. "Come on baby, bend over." You shiver as the coolness of the sheets nip at the warmth of your skin. Shuddering as you bend over the mattress and Eddie smirks. "That's my good girl." He sets aside the knife and takes in a deep breath. "Now, how many spanks do you think you deserve for your little outburst, Hmm?" His hands knead the flesh of your ass, rings digging against your skin in an unpleasant way making you squirm.

"T-Ten."

"Only Ten?" He seems shocked. "No. I think you deserve more than that, let's double it.” Eddie argues kicking apart your legs with his boot, “Let’s make it Twenty."

"B-But, Daddy-" The first strike catches you off guard and a sharp sting blooms across your backside. Eddie admires the reddened skin chuckling, still managing to make you squirm.

"No, buts. I wanna hear you count and thank me for each one. Understand?"

"Yes, Daddy." Your response urges him to continue.

The first strike was gentle, to say the least, knowing full well he could hit harder. "One! Thank you, Daddy." Then the second came even harder, turning up the pain, "Two, Thank you." The third one was even worse: the skin was growing a bright red and purple bloomed from the spot his rings had struck.

Twenty painful plows left you whimpering, sobbing, and totally wrecked. Tears stained your cheeks, eyes red and puffy. Just how he liked you, "Such a good little slut. I wish you would argue with me more often, I like punishing you." He huffs, rubbing his fingers lightly over the abused flesh earning a choked sob from you.

"I-Im really sorry, Daddy." You were going to pay for every word, that much was true, but Eddie had never been so - Pissed.

“I know you are, baby. You’ll remember this moment the next time you wanna get smart with me.” He hissed, you turn to look back at him through your lashes as he unbuttons the blue jumpsuit he had been sporting for his costume. “But tonight it’s all about making it up to, Daddy. I’m going to fuck you as hard as I want all fucking night. Best part is no one will hear you screaming.” He admits. 

“Daddy, please.”

“Shut it, princess. The only thing you need to be begging me for is to ask for it harder.” Eddie jeered, gripping your hips and adjusting his position. He stood between your legs, fingers skillfully dancing over the hem of the lilac panties that you adorned. A rush of coolness brushes over your exposed lips as he shoves the lacey garment down your knees. “Look at that already wet and waiting for my cock.” The pads of his fingers toy with your entrance enjoying the way your walls clenched around nothing. A soft gasp escapes you feeling him toy with your entrance.

“I’m going to destroy this cute little hole of yours, princess.” Eddie is kind enough to let you in on his plan. His cock hardens at the site of slick that has coated his fingers when he pulls them away, immediately going to have a taste of you. He groans the sweet-salty filling all of his senses. You let out a whine as his fingers leave the comfort of your core, his fingers go to wrap around his cock, pulling aside the costume to free himself. Using one hand to pump his shaft to full hardness, a small bead of pre-cum leaking from the head, brushing his thumb over it, as he stares down at your entrance. His other hand has a tight grip on your hip as he guides himself inside, soft walls hugging, sucking him deeper inside.

Eddie shudders at the feeling. How you always managed to stay so tight for him was fucking unbelievable. Head lolling back, Adam's apple bobbing as a short grunt leaves his lips. “Fuck - Shit baby - You’ve got such a tight little hole.”

"God- Daddy - F-Fuck me." You moan almost breathless enjoying how his cock fills you up, inch by inch and stretches you in the most pleasurable way. Eddie takes how you clench around him as a sign to move. His hips meeting your very bruised ass mixing the line between and pleasure.  

Eddie grunts he takes his time building a comfortable rhythm, leaving your toes curling, eyes fluttering, and lips parted as lewd sounds fill the room. Eddie chuckles, "Don't worry baby. I'm gonna take care of that pretty little hole. Already sucking me in nice and tight." As soon as the words to the brim, the head striking that serene spot leaving you absolutely dumb. Eyes rolling into your head as his pace picks up, the sound of skin meeting skin accompanying the pornagraphic sounds hanging in the air. His fingers tightly wound at your hips nails biting into the supple curves as he fucked you into the mattress. He was relentless making sure you felt every inch and managing to hit that golden spot each time making you see stars.

“Ungh- Fuck -Shit, Daddy!” You cried out hands going to fist the sheets beneath you trying to find someway to keep yourself grounded in this moment. His shoulders were bent back, muscles tensed, jaw slack as his own noises sounded with yours.

"That's it, slut. Fucking take my cock like the greedy princess you are." He grunts making sure you knew how much of a slut you were for him. Eddie practically growled at you like a wild animal claiming its prey. A sharp pressur began to build in your abdomen and Eddie chuckled, “Don’t you dare fucking cum slut.”

"D-Daddy… Please.." You plead through tears and breathless moaning, but Eddie sneered down at you, “I said, No!” Hips slapping against your own. You throw your head back moaning, “You’re not fucking cumming tonight, not with that bratty little mouth, you’re going to take care of my needs for once!” He snapped cock beginning to twitch, balls clenching, as you grew tighter due to the building orgasm.

He was going to make you ride that high for as long as possible, as his own cock was twitching. “Fuck, gonna cum in this little pussy, fill it up and make you hold it. My slut.” He was going to be completely milked by your pussy. Eddie’s hips picked up the pack, before he felt it. The sharp and hot feeling through his abdomen as he came. Throwing his head back letting out a grunt, before leaning over you, torso pressed against your back, hips meeting with the bruised cheeks of your ass. "That's it, baby. Take it - Fuccck." He groans, thighs tensed, and shuddering cumming deep within you, a warmth floods your insides and one final strangled moan escapes you. Coating every part of you, flooding your little pussy, and staying deep inside. Enjoying every moment spent inside you.

Eddie sighs completely relieved and totally spent, pulling out of your aching cunt leaving you shuddering. He leans down and kisses your shoulder, brushing away the stray hairs stuck to the back of your neck . "Such a good girl, princess. So fucking good for, Daddy." He kisses your shoulder blades and helps you sink further into the mattress as he steps back to watch his handiwork drip from your used hole. “Fucking pretty like this. Maybe you should lose your temper more often.” A whine escapes you and he chuckles, going gently to rub the sore flesh. “I know, baby. I know. Next time don’t get so whiny.”

“I love you, Daddy.”

“Mm, I love you too, princess. Happy Halloween.”

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[babygorewhore]

I’ll follow you until you love me.

The moment Eddie Munson saw you, he thought you were perfect and once he finds your social media, it gives him insight into your world. But he can’t get enough of you. Eddie can’t stop himself from acting on his desire to follow you. Eddie is determined to make you his. But maybe he’s not as subtle as he thinks.

This is my installment of a shared universe with a mutual. Who will be writing her installment of this universe soon.

Warnings! Smut! 18plus only! Stalker! Eddie. Obsession. Oral! Fem recieving! Unprotected PnV! Fem reader is alternative/goth in this. Eddie is a Bartender. I’m sick and I edited once so if you saw mistakes ignore them.

Eddie knew he was breaking some sort of code. But he couldn’t find it in himself to stop. He was…addicted. You weren’t even friends. Friendly at best. He knew you for only a couple of weeks. Your parents owned his favorite music store and he was sorting through the collection of Black Sabbath CDs when he saw you for the first time in the same aisle.

He immediately fell for you. Everything about you was perfect. Your body. Your face. Your clothes. Your voice. Eddie was completely mesmerized when you both had a conversation about why CDs were essential to the music listening experience. It took everything in him not to kiss you and ruin your pretty lipstick.

As soon as he was alone in his van, he yanked out his phone. Typed in your name and hunted for any sign of accounts you had. He didn’t even use his social media but you would be the exception. You were everything. After several minutes, he finally found your pretty picture. He sighed and leaned back in the seat.

It was your instagram. And in your bio you listed your tik tok, twitter and even your Facebook. Jackpot. Eddie’s eyes scanned over your uploads, his breathing getting heavier. It was almost as if he had a taste of your life. Your world.

The whole week in between his shift at work and when he came home, he devoured everything you posted. He watched every video you reposted, he needed to know your humor, your likes, your dislikes. He couldn’t tear himself away from looking at you.

One night, you posted your work schedule for the next week at the music store. And that’s when he decided he needed to see you again.

His shift ended at the Hawkins bar two hours after he originally planned because some fuckwad didn’t know how to show up on time. The music store would only be open for another hour so he raced to his van and probably broke three laws speeding to the building.

He speedily parked, exited and practiced in his head what he would say. He needs a copy of the band you liked Bad Omens. You posted about them all the time. Eddie needed the physical copy. Something you both talked about so it wouldn’t be weird if he asked for a disc. He inhaled and pushed open the door, glancing around as the bell rung. A collection of people were here, he tried to keep his cool. The CDS. His hair was tied into a bun and he wore all black just like you always did. He shook his head and confidently strides to the shelves.

It was different. More organized. All the decades were correct. Everything was straightened. You had the magic touch. Eddie smiled when his fingers grazed over the plastic, you had touched these. He saw Bad omens right away, but he came here for help. He purposely took a step back and wore a confused expression.

“Eddie?” There. There you were. His cock twitched. Goosebumps rose on his skin. He didn’t turn right away, no. You wouldn’t get it that easy. As badly as he wanted to turn around and-

Your hand gently grazed his shoulder. He wanted to rip off his leather jacket to feel your fingers on his bare skin and his breath shuddered. Finally, he shifted in your direction. Eddie almost kissed you. He had to plant his feet heavily on the floor to prevent himself. Your eyes were soft, searching his brown irises. Small crinkles around your brows showed hours of work but your mouth was curved into a polite, curious smile. You wore all black, a bad omens shirt, leggings and boots. A small name tag was right above your heart. You looked perfect. But he focused on your lipstick, the same you wore that first day. He wanted to smear your makeup. Make it run down your face while you were on your knees. He wanted to grip your hair and guide you through-

“It is Eddie, right? Don’t tell me I forgot.” He jerked his head.

“Yes. It’s Eddie. I’m glad you’re here. I’m in serious need of a music recommendation,” Eddie internally melted when you flashed him a grin.

“Well, I’m happy to assist you. I’m assuming you want this in the form of a CD?” You gave him a knowing look.

He clapped his hands. “ You remembered that. Yes. Always.” You giggled and you extended your hand towards the collection of CDs on the shelves.

“What sound are you looking for? I know you like metal. But do you want a classic recommendation, something underrated or unknown?” You sounded so considerate. You were doing your job, he knew that. But he clung to whatever interest you gave him.

“Honestly, what are you listening too? I want something different. You can only listen to so much Metallica and Black Sabbath,” Eddie dramatically pressed a finger to his lips. “Don’t tell anyone I said that.”

You nodded in kind. “Your secret is safe with me. But I can’t believe you’re actually asking for my opinion.”

“Why? I mean, I’d assume someone who shares my appreciation for metal has great taste.” He saw you from the corner of his eye, you dip your head down for a second. He needed to pace this conversation, withhold what he knows. He just needs to keep hearing your voice. He was almost trembling from the way you were accepting his attempts at charm.

“I mean-If I’m being honest. My favorite band is Bad Omens.” Eddie raised his eyebrows and nodded towards your shirt. His shoulders relaxed. Finally. This was how it went in his head.

“I haven’t listened to them. I’ve seen them on tik tok, but I just haven’t dived in.” He hoped you believed his lie.

“Excuse me?” You both turned and a older man stood at the entrance. Wearing a guns and roses shirt and light blue jeans. “I need help.”

Eddie’s chest burned. No, no, no. He just got you talking. You face him with a shadow of disappointment dancing across your features. He wanted to scream at the man but he had to stay calm. He couldn’t risk you seeing him differently. You didn’t hardly know him.

Yet.

“I’m sorry, Eddie. Gotta help him. But the CD is right there, and if you ring the bell someone will check you out. It was nice seeing you! I hope you like it!”

He was struggling to bury his anger even long after he paid for the album and made his way home. Eddie paced his room. You. You were so beautiful. So sweet. He wanted to keep listening to you talk. He wanted to know every single band you loved. He wanted-no, he needed more of you. He dug his phone out of his pocket.

Settling on his bed, knees spread apart, his thump quickly found your profile. You had so many followers. So many people watching, commenting and sharing with you online. He clenched his jaw when he looked at your story. Eddie blinked at the loud music attached. You had a closed lipped smile and your eyes were shut. And the caption talked about how much you hated rude customers. But then he recognized the song. It was Bad Omens.

He chewed his bottom lip. Was that because of him? Were you thinking about him? The same way he thought of you? He turned up the volume. Listened carefully. Was this song on the album he bought? He picked up the bag and yanked out the plastic, reading the song list on the back . Yes. It was. Eddie pressed the CD against his chest. You touched it. He brought it higher, over his chin until his lips pressed against it. He held it against his mouth, while he stared at your photo.

Eddie had memorized your work schedule. Maybe he could stop by again tomorrow. Fuck, he couldn’t. He had to work and It was too soon. You would be confused.

He couldn’t fit anymore CDs on his shelf but he would fucking build a new one if that meant he could buy more from you.

The next day he was in his car. Parked across the street with a few cars giving distance from the music store. He didn’t plan it. He was going into work in a hour. But He just needed to see you. Just look at you. That’s it. A death of Peace of mind album was playing in his van and his jaw was clenching so hard from waiting for you to step out. He had fell asleep with his phone on his chest from frantically scrolling on your profile last night.

He didn’t know how his resolution disappeared so quickly. But he couldn’t stop thinking about how sweet you were. How quickly his conversation with you ended. He couldn’t stand it. He needed more. Eddie’s breathing shortened when the entrance opened and you stepped out. You adjusted your bag, shuffled to close the door behind you and cast your search around the direction of the street.

He gripped the steering wheel, so hard his hands trembled as you moved aside for a stranger. You smiled brightly then you started to walk in the opposite direction. His eyes trailed down your body. Black jeans, black hoodie and converse. They lingered on the curve of your thighs in those pants. But he frowned. Were you walking home? You didn’t have a car?

Without a second thought, he turned the keys. In the back of his mind, he knew he was going overboard. He had work. He needed to leave. Soon. But god damn he just needed to make sure you got home safe. His van came alive and he maneuvered onto the street. There was a stop light coming, and he sped up to try and beat it before it turned red. He didn’t know how he would remain invisible as he followed you, but he had to try.

Eddie wasn’t sure how he managed, but you didn’t turn to see his van. Your apartment wasn’t far from the store thank fuck. He settled across the street, behind two cars. The same tactic he used earlier. You jogged up the driveway, where there wasnt a car. His suspicions confirmed. The complex wasn’t big, it looked similar to his own.

He glanced at the clock. He needed to get going. He hated being late. But your address was seared into his mind. He would never forget it. Eddie pulled out his phone, frantically clicking on your instagram. You had a new story. You were smiling, an adorable grin and your fingers were held in a peace sign. The caption said you were finally home. He wanted to help you relax. Spread your legs and make you see stars and never think about a stressful day again.

His dick was growing hard as he imagined your sweet face. Covered in his cum. Your eyeliner running down your cheeks. His hand ghosted the center of his pants before he stopped.

No. No he wouldn’t touch himself. He needed you. He needed to cum inside you. You deserved better than him jerking off in his car before he had the privilege of being with you. Eddie exhaled, forcing himself to drive.

The night shift was always packed. Plus as the manager, he was responsible for training and handling reckless drinkers. His hair was tied up, his usual style for his shift and his sleeves were rolled up, muscles flexing as he slid a glass to a guest. But his mind was a whirlwind. He hadn’t been able to check his phone. What were you doing? Were you relaxing? He was buzzing with energy. He hadn’t even told Steve about you yet, who apparently was busy with his own infatuation. Eddie kept looking at the clock. He had to stay over again but closing was coming soon. Halloween was in just a few days. What were you going to do? Dress up? Go to a party? Fuck, he needed to know.

He had fucking fell asleep before he had a chance to look at your instagram when he got home well after 3am. He crashed on his couch, still wearing his work clothes with his phone in his pocket where it died. Eddie practically shoved the end of the charger into his phone, his leg bouncing from waiting for it to turn back on. He knew he should have charged it. Now, it would take longer to see you.

He wanted to touch himself as he imagined your lips wrapped around him, choking on his dick as his hand is gripping your hair. His hand even drifted to his crotch until he stopped himself. No, he promised himself he wouldn’t cum until it was inside you. You were his. He checked his phone again as it finally came back to life. His fingers were frantic as they clicked on your name.

You uploaded a new story. Eddie sighed in relief. As it came up, your face looked tired. You weren’t smiling, instead you were holding up a glass, clinking it with another glass belonging to your best friend. His chest tightened. He wanted to be there. He wanted to drink with you, hold you and take care of you. You had to walk home. And he had to fucking work. He swiped to the next story.

It was this morning, he knew only because of the time included. Just an hour ago. You were smiling this time. It was your day off and you were thrilled to to go the Halloween store today. Eddie couldn’t stop looking at your bright eyes, the excitement and he needed to see it again. In person.

He had to try. He would go the store. Pretend he was looking for a Halloween costume. But when? You didn’t give a time. It didn’t matter. He would stay all day and wait. It was his day off too.

Eddie threw himself in the shower, got dressed and drove to the store. It didn’t matter if it was an hour away. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t planned dressing up, or that he would have to swap schedules. You were on his mind. Whatever you were doing, he wanted to be a part of it.

Bad omens played loudly in his van as he came into the parking lot. Eddie’s heart started to hammer as he unbuckled and stepped out. His neck was warm at the thought of hearing your voice again so he tied his hair up.

Opening the door, he was greeted with gruesome decor, rows of costumes and several people shopping. Fuck, how was he supposed to find you? If you were even here yet? His shoe tapped impatiently as he was torn on where to go. Costumes. That’s where he’d start. But what kind? Sexy? Scary? in between?

As he walked down the section, he pretended to search. His rings occasionally getting caught in the fabrics and plastic. He wasn’t interested in this. He didn’t want to participate without you. Oh god, who drove you here? Were you going to be alone? He didn’t think about that. He just moved. Eddie dug out his phone from his pocket.

“Hey, Eddie! Is that you?”

He froze.

Eddie turned around and there you were.

This time, you were wearing a dress. A black one. With a matching sweater and combat boots. But his eyes fell to the tattoo on your chest. He hadn’t seen it because you always wore higher neck tops. Eddie almost salivated. Your makeup was dark again with your apparent favorite lipstick. He wanted to touch your skin, run his tongue along the art. He knew you would taste sweet. So sweet.

“Yeah, it’s me.” Eddie dropped into a serious expression. “Are you following me?”

Your eyes widened and you shook your head. “No, I just saw you-“ Then he grinned. He knew he was such a tease.

“I’m joking, sweets. I’m just here for my Halloween costume.” Such a fucking lie. But he needed to establish a common ground.

You sighed in relief.

“Me too. We had the same idea.” You didn’t protest at the nickname. Eddie tried not to smirk. You were happy to see him. He had to ball his fists to keep from touching you.

“What are you going as? I haven’t decided.” Eddie forced himself to sound light hearted but he truly needed an idea. You set the stage on his actions.

You gestured, “Follow me and I’ll show you.”

And then you stuck out your hand. Eddie thought he would bust in his pants. He accepted as you gently guided him to the other side of the store, where a large amount of costumes were hanging on the wall. Your grip was firm, warm and steady. You were confident in taking his hand. Eddie’s eyes were glued to your lower half, covered by the fitted dress. Your calves peeked out from the slits on the side. He saw more ink. How many tattoos did you have? He wanted to explore them. Compare them to his. You came to a stop and released him. Eddie wanted to stop you, grab your hand again.

“I’m going with this,” You pointed to the hanging plastic bag and Eddie followed direction.

The picture was a Sweeney Todd costume. Fake blood included and wig. It would be hot. You could pull off anything. But the wig he wanted to protest against. Covering your perfect hair? The hair he wanted to dig his fingers in and pull? Caress? Both? “That’s a great one. I think you’ll stand out. Not everyone knows that reference.”

You smiled again. Eddie felt like he won the lottery. “I like to stand out from the crowd, I guess. My best friend is throwing a Halloween party this year. And I finally had the day off to come here.” Eddie nodded, swallowing the urge to reveal he already knew that.

“I hope you’re not working too hard but I can’t stop listening to the CD. You knew exactly what I needed.” Your hands reached up, pressing against your chest. “You really like it? I’m not used to someone actually agreeing with me.” Eddie couldn’t believe that. Who could resist you? Who wouldn’t give your favorite band a try? He would fix that problem.

“Why wouldn’t I like it, sweets? I’ll have to get more recommendations soon, it makes my driving more exciting.” You opened your mouth to respond but something caught your eye and you excitedly beamed.

Eddie turned, desperate to find what caught your attention other than him.

“That’s my favorite slasher movie! If I hadn’t already decided on this, I would wear that.” Eddie’s eyes widened. It was a Ghostface costume. Why didn’t he know that? He ground his teeth. He should have looked closer at your posts. Maybe he would have seen it. You had amazing taste in movies.

“An amazing movie. That would have also been a perfect choice. But I’m not sure anyone could be scared of you, pretty girl. You’re way too sweet.” The names slipped out his mouth before he could catch himself. But you dipped your head and bashfully peeked at him through your lashes.

He couldn’t believe this was happening. He itched to say more, compliment you more but he didn’t want to freak you out. Especially considering he watched your instagram everyday to know exactly what you were doing but he needed you. He would do whatever he needed to make you feel the same way.

Your phone started to ring. Eddie wanted to beg you not to answer. No, stay here in the moment. You sighed, holding the device up. “It’s my dad. I need to take this. But I hope I’ll see you at the store again! And maybe we can talk more. You really get me.” And then you turned away, quietly speaking to your father.

Each time he managed to speak to you, get somewhere, it was interrupted. But this wouldn’t be wasted. No. Eddie moved away from you, as painful as it was and quickly picked up the Ghostface costume. He didn’t know how he would make this work but god damn it he would.

Eddies emotions went beyond his limit when he was hunched over, phone glued to his hand as he poured over your story on his bed when he got home. Your stories consisted of showing off the costume you bought and then several memes about Halloween being everyday for you. And then you posted your old looks. Most of them were edgy, skulls, prosthetics and some were even masks. Except one. You were wearing a short, thigh high black dress. Fishnets and heels. Your face painted with the Crow makeup. Your chest ink and your leg tattoos were on display.

The intricate thorns that wrapped around both thighs but on the left center was a large showing of multiple flowers. On the right was a skull, jaw slightly open to allow a dark snake to wrap around.

His cock felt like it was going to burst but he would not give in. He just didn’t know what to do. How would he get into the party? Sneak in? He was going insane.

And that’s when Steve hit him up. When Eddie answered the phone, Steve proceeded to explain that there was a Halloween party at a penthouse. And the owner just so happened to be your best friend.

Eddie thanked whatever universe, energy or even a God if he even bothered to look at him considering what he was doing. It was Halloween night. He wore the long, black gown. A black shirt and jeans underneath. Heavy boots. Most importantly, the Mask. Steve charmed the security, getting them both inside. The lights were off only to be be replaced with LED strips covering the edges of the wall and even the ceiling.

The living room was spacious, modern furniture and sleek tables covered in red cups, beer bottles and liquor bottles. He squinted his eyes, his vision obscured by the mask. No one paid much attention to him, most people had some sort of horror film costume, he wasn’t the only Ghostface. Fuck. How would you tell it was him? He did all of this for you. Music blared, he could feel it in his chest as he walked around the penthouse. Stepping on decorations fallen to the wood floor.

Steve left his side but Eddie knew he was looking for the hostess of this party. Where were you?

There.

His breath hitched and he froze in the doorway of the kitchen. You were pouring a drink in a solo cup. Your costume was perfect. The white puffed sleeves, black vest and striped pants. Fake blood coated your hands, darkening your fingernails. You weren’t wearing a wig, instead you had the signature white streak in your hair. Good. You didn’t need the wig. He opened his mouth to talk but you turned and started walking into the next room.

No. No. Why did he take so fucking long? He was here right now. He used so much effort to be close to you. Eddie took a steadying breath. And he walked directly behind you, he kept trying to tap your shoulder but you were quick. Nearly jogging. His boots hit against the floor, growing louder from speed. You maneuvered through the crowd. Where you going? He almost lost you but you started climbing the stairs where more cobwebs and pumpkins sat.

Were you running from him? From someone else? Was your best friend up here? His mind raced with endless options as he continued prowling behind you. No one was here. He almost slammed into you as you abruptly halted.

You spun around.

“Eddie, why are you following me?” Oh, fuck.

Up close, your makeup was messy. Eyeliner smudged heavily, your lips were dark and glossy. You looked up at him through lashes. But you didn’t sound angry. Or fearful.

You sounded…playful.

He tilted his head. “I was-“

“It’s okay, Eddie. I know you’ve been following me. I know every time you look at my pictures. I knew that you followed me home. And it wasn’t an accident at the store the other day. I was hoping you would buy this.” You reached over, grasping the material of the cloak between your fingers.

Eddie grew hot. He thought he could be subtle but apparently not. You knew the whole time. But why weren’t you upset? He didn’t want you to be. But that would have been naive.

He clutched your hand. “I couldn’t help it. You’re perfect. The moment I saw you, I knew I needed you. I needed to see you, make sure you were safe. I can’t get you out of my mind. Fuck. And I just wanted to be here tonight to finally talk to you without being interrupted. All I’ve done is listen to the album you love. I know you said you weren’t mad but please, god I need you. I need to feel you. I need to-“

“Fuck me?” You finished. “Did you touch yourself while looking at me, Eddie?”

He was buzzing, ignited from the way your lips were in a smirk. You stepped closer and with your free hand, you removed his mask. His hair was even messier and his nostrils flared as he took in your perfume.

He was almost against the wall but he couldn’t take it. Eddie’s hands gripped your hips and he smashed his lips to yours. You tasted better than he imagined. And you met his intensity. Eddie flipped so you were the one pinned against the wall, diving his tongue inside your mouth. His cock was so hard it hurt and he pressed his pelvis against yours, grinding into you. A moan escaped your mouth and he reached down, grasping your knee and pulling it around his hip. He could feel how wet you were through your pants.

Eddie ripped away from your mouth, moving to concentrate to the soft skin of your neck when you grabbed him by his arm and burst through a door he didn’t notice was there. He only had time to register a bed in the center of the room before you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled his bottom lip with your teeth. “I wanted you the first day you came in,” You murmured. Eddie pushed your back against the bed, landing him on top of you and he straddled your lap.

“I-can I-can I fuck you?” He had to ask, as frenzied as he felt, he needed you to want it as much as he did.

“Fuck, Eddie. Yes, I want it so bad.” You whined, arching your back into him as he buried his face in your neck, peppering kisses against your jaw before sucking the spot above your collar bone.

You tore off the cloak, before taking off his black shirt with it and running your hands down his chest, stomach before tugging his belt. Eddie lifted his head, helping you as he kicked off his jeans. But he wanted to taste you. He slid down, peeling off your tight pants and your underwear. Eddie got impossibly harder as you mewled as he separated your legs.

Your cunt dripped with arousal and he spread it apart, coating his thick fingers. He dove in, flattening his tongue against your clit. Eddie moaned at your sweet taste as he licked down your slit before slipping his tongue inside you. You were jerking your hips to hump his face, his nose continually hitting the sensitive nerves in the center.

“I’m gonna cum.” Eddie didn’t speed up, he stayed hungrily lapping your pussy and your movement locked, your thighs squeezing his head. The entire lower half of his face was glistening as he pulled away.

Eddie crawled over you and captured your lips in a bruising kiss. Smearing cum all over your mouth, messing your lipstick even further. Just like he imagined.

“Please, fuck me.” You whimpered and he clumsily took off his boxers, releasing his heavy cock leaking with precum.

Eddie lined his dick against you before pressing inside, stretching your pussy as you clenched around him. He groaned from deep in his chest and shuddered. Your nails dug into his skin as he started thrusting, deep and hard. The bed was slamming against the wall.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect, baby.”

He couldn’t even speak anymore, you felt so good he saw stars and he loved the pain from you scratching him. “I’m-I’m close.”

He wanted to hold off for you but the way you cried out, burying your face on his shoulder, Eddie spilled into you. Fuck condoms, he thought. His breath came in choked pants as he pulled out and scooped you into his arms. He was completely naked and you only had a shirt on, that he planned on removing once he caught his breath.

“I can’t believe you knew the whole time. And I can’t believe you liked me back.”

Your head turned as he held you close to him, his arms tight around you. He never wanted to let you go. Now that he’s tasted you, he could never stop.

“Eddie, why do you think I let you follow my account? Why do you think I told you to listen to bad omens? I wanted you to think about me. Besides, your friend Steve pulling the same move on my best friend.”

Holy shit. My first Eddie fic. I’m back with fics! Huge thanks to my tumblr wife @xxhellfirebunnyxx for helping me with this, encouraging me and beta reading. And my little sister @scene-and-dandylover for always supporting me.

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[wireddless]

TEASER FOR STALKER EDDIE SERIES!

Pairing: Staker!Eddie Munson/Reader

Word count: 820

Warnings: active stalking, theft, eddie being an overall creep

Authors Note: I wrote this so i could force myself to do a series bc i just love the idea so so much.

“You’re listening to one-eleven eighty, the Mix!” Her alarm radio softly crackled, making it easier for Eddie to push her window up. “This one’s a request from Shannon in Hawkins! It’s a personal favorite of mine too! Here’s My Girl, by the Temptations!” Eddie's boots smacked the floor a little harder than he’d like to admit, making (Y/n) stir, pulling the blanket closer to her face.

A smile tugged on his lips, realizing that he was successful. Eddie eyed her room, not surprised by the posters and decorations, and the heavenly smell of cream and honeycomb flooded his nostrils. Intoxicating. He wasn’t supposed to be in here, but it made it all the more fun.

Her floorboards creaked under his feet as he explored the new territory. Sheer curtains billowed quietly in the nighttime breeze, blissfully dancing to the radio, making her room all the more divine. Her tall dresser held a couple John Hughes VHS tapes, a small plant of some sort, and a wooden, woven basket full of femenine items. Nail polish in varying shades, two perfumes with unreadable french names, a few small rough crystals, a teasing comb with small rats of hair, a half filled tub of Noxzema, rollerball lipgloss, and a few separate Cosmo magazines.

Eddie’s fingers wrapped around the delicate glass bottle, before spritzing a little and taking a whiff. It was French, alright. Usually he didn’t like all that shit, but it was hers. He went to set it back in its place, but before it set on the dresser, he hesitated, deciding to shove it into his pocket. She wouldn’t miss it. His gaze drifted across the room, to the small cardboard box filled with cassettes.

“No fucking way.” He whispered, crouching down to it. He rummaged through, as if he bought all of them. The plastic cases click together slightly. Lita Ford, The Cure, Blondie, ABBA, Madonna… Pat Benatar! Eddie had a couple cassettes of Pat Benatar, her rock was a bit pop-y but she had one hell of a rasp. He didn’t take (Y/n) as the type of girl to listen to rock, given her cassettes, no mixtapes, of old Italian pop..? Big loopy handwriting scribbled across a notecard, with a sweet inscription at the bottom; “I know its been shaky lately, but i love you! -love, mom.” How sweet!

As Eddie was about to shove that in his pocket as well, he thought against it. She’d most certainly notice. Gently he hid it back under the other cassette tapes, noting the names of artists he’d buy later. A quick peep into her closet revealed heaps of frilly femenine clothes that he never saw her wear, as well as some more recognizable garments. A barbie doll and a cabbage patch kid rested next to each other on the top shelf, probably sentimental.

A small groan pulled Eddie’s gaze from the closet, onto the sleeping figure under floral sheets. Her covered duvet had fallen just below her chest, revealing her satin slip. Her divine form was bathed in moonlight, her hair sprawled out on her pillow, nearly dry from her shower just hours earlier. Her lips that released such a holy sound were parted, her eyes briefly scrunched together, before relaxing again. Eddie was taken aback by her bared shoulders, feeling himself harden under his now tightening pants.

She was ethereal. (Y/n) looked like one of those old Giovanni Strazza statues of women, where her head tilted at just the right angle, innocence tracing her lovely features. Eddie’s hand gently cupped her cheek, pleased by the way it filled his hand perfectly. The rise and fall of her chest made Eddie fall all the more in love with her.

He couldn’t stop himself when the pocket knife appeared in his hand, and he couldn't stop himself from taking a small lock of her hair. Eddie flicked his bandana out from his pocket, using it to wrap the lock of hair away, promptly shoving it in his other pocket. A shaky exhale left his lips, and he leaned down, getting a closer look at her, before gently kissing her. It was time for him to leave, he told himself.

Eddie’s boots slowly smacked the floor beneath him, as he caught one final glimpse of her sleeping form, another moan escaping her lips as she turned. He flung his legs over the edge, and scooted his ass over her windowsill. Turning again to shut it, he saw her eyes flutter, before opening groggily, staring right at him. Shit! Shit shit shit!

As she processed the image in front of her, he disappeared into the brush behind her home after successfully shutting her window. (Y/n)’s hands rubbed her eyes, trying to find out if she really just saw someone there, but when they cleared up, the man was gone.

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[lightvixxen]

I don’t know if this counts as dark!eddie maybe toxic!eddie butttt…… your Dustin older cousin who Eddie has been in love with for years once he found out you guys were related he practically is forcing Dustin to put in a good word for them, then forcing Dustin to basically tell him everything and anything about you. Dustin wasn’t going to tell him anything about you until he threaten him by saying he will kick him out of the club, after that Eddie knows your favorite color, shoe size, hair product etc

first of all, love it second you could count it as stalker!eddie maybe? im not sure I feel like it could go anyway depending on how its written!

#darkvixxen #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x henderson!reader #adding the stalker!eddie tag juuust to be safe #stalker!eddie munson