#yandere!eddie munson
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happy together |yandere!eddie munson x reader|
prompt: your and eddie's date at the hideout leads to uncovered pasts, from both of you. or part two of the yandere!eddie series.
contains: very dark fic! yandere!eddie. obsessive and posessive eddie. alludes to past violence, past relationship trauma, mean!eddie. parental trauma. alcohol. language. smut. oral (male and fem receiving), pinvsex. manipulative eddie. stalking. obsession. very dark. minors dni!!
“I’m not really sure I’m the right girl for this.” Nervous smiles, tugging at the ends of her sweater, a blonde ponytail bouncing with every turn of her head, scanning the room. “‘M not a big punk rock kinda girl.”
“Good thing it’s metal then, right?” Eddie grinned, knee bouncing on the wooden stool. “C’mon, they’re not gonna mosh you or some shit. Just here to listen to music.” If only he’d known then, that’s not why Chrissy was so nervous, why she pulled and twisted the sleeves of her sweater furiously, chin ducked to her chest the entire night.
“Hey, this is really good.” You giggled, the crystal trill of your giddy tone pulling Eddie out of his daze. There was no nervous blonde in front of him- no, there was an angel sitting across from him, giving him a bright smile that he was sure was melting him to his very core.
“Is it?” Eddie’s voice cracked, wobblier than he would have liked. His knee still bounced on the wooden stool, trying to down his beer so he’d loosen up, enough to not shake so much but not too much- he couldn’t risk getting too drunk.
“Yeah.” You nodded, tipping the rim of the martini glass to your lips, your lipstick stain printed on the rim. Eddie had never been so envious of a glass.
“Really good. Excellent choice.” You praised, leaving Eddie blushing under your sweet words. “What’s this called again?”
“Uh, a casio- no cosmo.” Eddie stuttered, fingers drumming on the sticky wood of the table top. “I’ll be honest, I just asked Katrina to make somethin’ good for you.”
“Well, my compliments to Katrina.” You giggled, sliding the glass towards Eddie. “You want a taste?”
His heart jumped, eyes focused on the lipstick stain on the rim. The thought of putting his lips where yours were, it was too much for him, sending his body into overdrive. “S-Sure,” Eddie swallowed, picking the glass up. His lips barely brushing where your lipstick was, casual enough that he hoped you wouldn’t see the tremble in his hands.
The vodka burned down his throat, singed his nose, swirling with the sweetness of the mixer. “Mm,” Eddie swallowed around the lump in his throat. “Shit, that is good.”
You grinned, hands brushing when you took your drink back, both of your chins ducking with nervous excitement. There was a pause, a dreaded fill of silent tension falling between the two of you.
Say something, Munson. Fucking say something, anything. But he couldn’t, he could barely form a thought. His mind cruelly wandered back to her, the night playing on a humiliating loop in the back of his head.
“So,” You saved him, head lolling sweetly in your hand, a little drunk, a little silly. “You know if you wanted to take me out, you didn’t have to switch shifts with Brenda.”
Eddie’s heart stopped, halted with thundering fear, body stilling. “W-What?” Eddie managed to squeeze the word through his tightening throat.
Your lips tightened in a smile, fingertips tracing over the wood table. “Brenda told me about how you took her shift.” You admitted. “That you probably did it so you could ask me out.”
Eddie’s cheeks flamed, the familiar ringing crescendoing in the back of his mind. Chrissy’s face morphing into yours, her look of horror and disgust taking over your own features. “I would never be with you, you’re a fucking freak! Do you hear me? Leave me alone! You’re a freak!”
“Sorry, I-I didn’t mean to- I just meant,” Nerves blossomed in your own veins, hands wringing under the table. “I-I meant, you didn’t have to take her shift. I woulda-” Eddie blinked, eyes still wide, rounded like he’d been caught. “I would have gone out with you anyways.”
Eddie’s body halted again, the raging screams of Chrissy, the deafening ringing in his ears, all stilled at your soft tone. “Y-You would’ve?” Eddie whispered.
“Well, yeah.” You admitted, eyes cutting sweetly up to him. “I mean, yeah, I would have. You’re always sweet, and nice, and funny, and- yeah, I would’ve gone out with you. I’m having a really good time.”
Eddie thought he might float away. His heart, his head filled with such a light, airy feeling that he’d gone positively boneless. “I-I’m having a good time too.” He ducked his head down, hoping you couldn’t see the rushing flush of red on his cheeks.
“How did you-” Eddie stopped himself, taking a breath so his mind could still. He couldn’t ramble, his ramblings got him in trouble, showed too much. “Did Brenda tell you?” Eddie’s knee bounced faster, trying to stop his hands from twirling his rings around, nervous fidgeting.
You smiled softly. “Yeah,” You nodded softly. “I mean, I brought up that we were going… out tonight. And she just kinda mentioned it.” You paused, looking down at your drink, twirling the black straw around the glass. An unsure pause filled the two of you, awkwardly floating around you in still uncertainty.
“She, uh- Brenda, she said she used to date your uncle?” You tried again, stomach flipping, filling with dread. This was a mistake, you’d hoped that cynical voice nagging in the back of your head would have been wrong.
“Yeah,” Eddie nodded, calculated breaths, deep in, deep out, trying to calm his jolted nerves. The long drink you took didn’t help, looking around at the other bar patrons awkwardly. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Munson, get your head out of your fuckin’ ass, and do this right! Planned this shit for weeks, and now you’re gonna fuck it all up.
“They dated for a while.” Eddie added, picking up his own beer. His hands shook when he lifted the bottle to his lips. “I, uh, I had just moved in with my uncle when they started dating.”
“Are they still dating?” You pressed, hoping to keep the conversation going.
“No,” Eddie shook his head lightly. “No, they broke up like years ago, but uh, she’s always been nice to me. Got me this job, so…” Eddie threw his hands out slightly, knee bouncing rapidly.
Your eyes cut away, back down to your drink, twiddling with the straw awkwardly. Eddie’s ribs were constricting in the tightness of his own chest, sure the bones were about to tear through flesh. His hands clammy, fingers swelling around the silver rings on his fingers.
“She, uh- Brenda, she was kinda like a second mom to me, after my mom,” Eddie’s throat tightened, eyes on the ring of condensation left behind by his beer. “After she passed.”
“Oh,” Your face fell, eyes rounding sympathetically- a look he’d grown so used to, but seeing it on your features didn’t leave quite the same acidic disdain in his mouth. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that.” Your teeth tugged on your lip.
“Yeah, it’s not- it’s fine. I mean, it was a while ago.” Eddie’s knee shook, sure he was rattling off the barstool’s laddering step. “Anyways, I went to live with my Uncle for a while a-and he was with Brenda. She’s always looking out for me.” Always, even when she shouldn’t, Eddie’s mind said what he didn’t, ringing loud in his thoughts.
“That’s good. That you have her.” You smiled softly, Eddie’s heart soared. “She’s really nice. I like working with her a lot.”
“Yeah, me too.” Eddie nodded, the tightness in his chest easing, even at the pause. “What about you?”
Your eyes met his with an unsettling suddency, wide and urgent. Eddie’s brow raised before he could still it. “W-What?” Your stuttering squeak piqued his interests, sending him soaring into bouts of curiosity.
“I mean, what about your family? Back home?” Eddie’s tone was level, an uneasy kind of calmness that left you consumed with vulnerability.
“O-Oh,” Your hands twisted under the table, picking the black polish that smudged over your cuticles. “It’s not much, honestly.”
Eddie nodded slowly, eyes scanning your features. The way you swallowed anxiously, chewing the inside of your lip. “Fucked up home life?” Eddie grinned playfully. Your eyes lifted back to him. “Sorry, that was- I’m just saying, I get it. You don’t have to tell me, but if you ever wanted someone to talk to, it doesn’t get more dysfunctionally fucked than the Munson’s.”
“No, it’s not that.” You shook your head gently. “No, I’m- I was really close with my family. I just, I don’t get to see them much now anymore.”
Eddie swallowed his words, the urge to jump and demand to know more, to scare you with his prying. He couldn’t do that, not again. Girls didn’t like that, he’d learned that.
Instead he stayed silent, watching you fidget around. “I-I moved when I was eighteen.” Your eyes stayed on the table. “I, uh, I moved with my… They didn’t want me to leave. They wanted me to stay and go to college. My dad really wanted me too, and-and when I didn’t… We just kinda lost contact?” The words tumbled out of you, lungs squeezing them out, wringing them from your chest like a soapy rag.
“I used to talk to my mom a lot, but… I don’t know. It got kinda weird, ya know?” Your own knee bounced now, eyes rounding to his, in a face that was all too familiar.
“My mom, she was just really hard on me. I-I don’t think she meant to be, but…” Visions of Chrissy’s same troubled face meshed with yours, her words ringing like sirens in his mind.
“Yeah, no, I get that.” Eddie swallowed, blinking hard to get her face off of yours. Insulting, Munson, comparing her to you.
“So, you don’t talk to them much anymore?” Eddie pressed.
Your head shook. “No, I-I mean I’m sure they would if I would call.” Your heart drummed in your ears. “T-They don’t know how to reach me, so… I’d have to call them, a-and it’s just a mess.”
Eddie’s spine tingled, icy pricklings of curiosity. Your parents didn’t know? Didn’t know you moved all alone? You said you were close, had pictures of them in your bedroom, but why? What weren’t you telling him?
Eddie didn’t pry, simply nodding, grabbing his beer. “No, I get that.” He nodded. “I get the messy thing.” You lifted your own drink, gulping down the rest of it, wincing at the burn of vodka down your throat.
Silence fell over the two of you again, a lingering awkwardness in the air that had Eddie’s stomach turning.
Whoever called alcohol liquid courage, might’ve been a genius; Eddie had decided that. Three beers in, his hand was on your waist, head banging and rocking with you in the middle of the crowd. Surprisingly full and packed tonight, Eddie was thankful, it broke up some of the uncomfortableness. It only took your two more drinks to fully loosen up, teetering on tipsy and breaking open a new side of you to Eddie that he was enthralled with.
Giggly and sweet and chatty and so touchy. You’d grabbed his hand, pulled him into the crowd, shoulders brushing and wiggling through the others to get near the front.
“They’re really good!” You screamed over the roar of the music, turning towards Eddie.
“Yeah?” Eddie yelled back, his hand still ghosting over your waist, the band of your jeans. “You like it?”
“Yeah!” You giggled, lips spreading in a wide smile. “I-I’m having a really good time!”
Eddie’s heart skipped, maybe stopped all together. He was thankful for the dim lighting, that his blush was hidden by it. “Me too.” Eddie’s voice cracked. “I-I’m having a really good time, too.”
You smiled, arms thrown around his neck in a sloppy, silly way that had his knees tightening, weakened under your smile. Your eyes flickering down to his lips, teeth catching and rolling your own. Eddie was sure you could feel his heart thundering through his veins, his own hands gripping your waist rigidly.
You were teasing him, playful, but agonizing. Head swaying in then back, closer and closer to him. Noses nearly touching, an almost brush that had Eddie’s blood rushing to his cock. Tongue running over his own lips, his head inched closer to yours, your lips barely brushing his.
“Eddie?” His body ran still, rigid at the voice.
“Eddie Munson?” Your lips fell in a pout, arms slacking around Eddie, slipping off his frame. Brows furrowed at the blonde in front of you, though she wasn’t interested in looking at you, eyes in a nearly challenging glare at Eddie.
“H-Hey, Tammy.” Eddie’s hands slid down your waist, shoulder moving in front of you. “What are you doing here?”
Tammy’s lips twitched in a fake smile that came off more like a snarl. “Jason knows the drummer. Plus, it’s half on buckets during the show.” Her eyes scowled over his frame. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”
Eddie’s heart stopped, a clammy chill blanketing his skin. “Yeah, hey, it was good to see yo-”
“-I haven’t seen you since you showed up at Chrissy’s place.” Tammy sneered.
You blinked, brows furrowed, trying to lean in to hear the conversation. Eddie’s body tilted, trying to shield you out of the way.
“Yeah,” Eddie nodded, taking a slow inhale to calm his racing mind, spiraling at the memory of her, Tammy’s words, you behind him. The trilling ring made its way back into his ears, vision spotting with a black vinaigrette.
“So how is Chrissy?” Tammy’s eyes slanted in a predatory challenging glare.
Eddie swallowed, fists balling beside him. “I don’t know, Tammy.” He sneered through his own gritted teeth. “She dumped me. I’m sure you know that-”
“-Yeah, I heard that.” Tammy scoffed. “But what I think is so strange, is right after she packs up and leaves? To go stay with her aunt?”
“I’m sure her parents made her go to college up there. That’s all they wanted for her anyways.” Eddie snapped, much more territorial than he meant it to. Your heart dropped at his tone, the anger in his eyes, jaw clenched. Taking a step back, you moved back into the crowd, chest tightening, desperate for air.
Eddie’s eyes cut to you, stepping towards you. Tammy sidestepped in his way, blocking him. “Cut the bullshit, Munson. I know you did something to her.”
“What?” Eddie snapped. “Can you leave me-”
“-No. She moves and doesn’t tell anyone? You expect me to believe that? Buy that bullshit?”
“Maybe she didn’t like you, Tammy.” Eddie barked, eyes blown with a crazed anger that had her flinching. “Maybe you two weren’t as fucking close as you thought? Huh?” Eddie took a step towards her.
“And before you start accusin’ me of shit, why don’t you fuckin’ think about what you’re saying. You think her parents wouldn’t have called the police, led a fucking man hunt if she disappeared or something? Huh?” Eddie spat, heat creeping in a flush up his neck. His eyes cut to you, scampering towards the table, fumbling with your coat.
Eddie’s heart lurched, turning back to Tammy. Ears ringing, seeing red- red all over her, splotchy on his vision. Her eyes wide in fear she tried to hide, rigid and cowering in the crowd over his looming figure. “Thought you were supposed to be smart. Valedictorian or whatever.” Eddie sneered in a scoff, stomping away from her.
He tore through the crowds, uncaring of the huffs of anger or annoyance from the others. Tunnel visioned in a determined glare, set on you. You, spine stiff, stuttering steps towards the exit.
Ruined. Ruined, it’s fucking ruined. Fucking Tammy, ruined everything. Everything you worked for, Munson. It’s over. Done. Again.
“Hey,” Eddie took a bounding step towards you, heart hammering in his chest. Your shoulders tensed, not turning back. “Hey, where’re you going?” He tried to keep his voice light, void of the frantic tightness he was feeling in his chest. His hand touched your shoulder, pulling away when you flinched away.
Your eyes were blown, meeting his with a look of positive terror. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Sorry about that. She- We went to high school, and-and she was friends with my ex, a-and- Are you ok?” Eddie’s brows creased, cutting down to your trembling hands, shaking even in the tight knuckled grip around your jacket.
“I-I I need to go outside.” You stammered, chest constricting your airways. “I just, I-I need some air.”
“Ok. Let me grab my jacket and-”
“-That’s alright.” You said quickly. “I just- I-I’m sorry.” Your chin ducked to your chest, you tore through the crowded tables, the gathering at the bar towards the exit.
“Shit,” Eddie hissed, turning back to the high top you’d been sitting at, his leather jacket still on the back of the chair. He dashed towards the table, running through the bar, uncaring of the bouncer’s booming warnings, pushing out the doors.
The parking lot was empty, no sight of you on the wall, next to the other smokers, or by his van. Eddie’s hands went to his hair, fists balling around the hair there. “Shit, shit, shit.” She’s gone. You scared another one away, Munson. No, I-I can’t. It can’t end like this. I won’t let it. I could go to her house, I-I’ll go to her house- And do what? Break in. How’d that work the last time, you fucking idiot-
“Hey, man,” A bartender wearing the Hideout’s black tee called, smoke spilling out of his mouth with the words. “You lookin’ for a girl? She ran out here cryin.”
Eddie’s heart leapt, nodding furiously. “Yeah, yeah, did you see her? Where’d she go?”
The man nodded around the corner. “I asked her if she was alright, but… She seemed real upset. Didn’t want to make it worse.” His eyes rolled over Eddie’s figure. “You might wanna go check on her.”
“I will. Thank you. Thank you.” Eddie’s legs felt like jelly, numb with every bounding step on the graveled pavement. He rounded the corner of the building, hearing you before he could see you.
A shaky exhale, ghosting with the hint of a cry. He found you, back against the brick, sitting on the grass, head tilting up high, shoulders fighting the shake of a cry with every long inhale and deep exhale you took.
Eddie stilled. He had to be careful, only one chance, one shot to fix this.
“Hey,” Eddie said, wincing at how you jumped, eyes shooting open. “Hey, no, I-I didn’t mean to scare you. I-I was just coming to check on you.”
Your eyes shone, lip wobbling with a cry. “I-I’m sorry.” You croaked, chest rising and falling rapidly.
Eddie paused. Sorry? He had expected you to scream, to try and run, call him a freak like Chrissy had. Anything but sorry.
“I-I’m sorry-y. I-I didn’t-” You gasped for a strangled breath. “I-I’m fine-”
“-Hey,” Eddie crouched towards you, knees sinking in the cool grass beside you. “Are you ok? What’s going on?”
Tears leaked down the corner of your eyes when you squeezed them shut, head shaking. “I-I’m sorry. I-I’m so s-sorry.” You sniffled, a broken, breathy cry tearing from your chest.
“You don’t need to be sorry. Hey, c’mon, you-you gotta relax ok. Breathe? Can you- Can you breathe?” Eddie’s hand found your shoulder gently, rubbing the soft material of your shirt. “Just try to relax. Deep breaths, in. Innnn… Yeah, then outttt.”
You followed his breaths, shoulders still shuddering under his touch even as your cries calmed, aftershocks of emotion he wasn’t sure where it came from.
Eddie waited, watched you carefully until your eyes met his, sheepish and a little embarrassed, glassy from tears and the liquor you’d had. “You alright?” Eddie asked carefully, cringing at the way your shoulders tensed. “I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean for her to upset you.”
You continued to breathe, eyes closing in controlled, timed breaths. Eddie’s own heart picked up. “I-I don’t know what you heard, b-but she’s full of shit, ya know? She’s always been just… She’s never liked me. Even in high school, she used to pick on me and shit. I-I didn’t- I don’t know why she did that tonight. Probably saw me with you, a-and wanted to start shit or-or whatever.” Eddie rambled anxiously.
Your eyes met his, still rounded but less wide, lacking as much terror as they did before. “That’s why you yelled?” You asked. “That’s why you were upset?”
“Yeah, I-I mean, yeah.” Eddie watched you carefully, studying every tiny quip in your features. “I-I shouldn’t have. I-I don’t normally get pissed like that, but… I don’t know. I just felt like I was back in high school, ya know?” Eddie sat next to you, his own head leaning against the brick.
“Felt like they were just picking on the freak again because they can. Thought we’d leave that shit in highschool but… I don’t know. They never do.” Eddie sighed slowly, shoulders slumping next to yours.
“I don’t… I don’t usually lose my shit like that. I try not to even give them a reaction, it’s just… My ex, she-she was friends with them. Popular and all that, and when we started dating, they’d just- they were so mean. They’d say stuff and-and she’d get embarrassed of-of me.” Eddie turned towards you, eyes soft, shining with a vulnerability that made your heart ache.
“She never wanted people to know. Never wanted to be seen with me because they’d say mean shit like that. And I’d let them, I’d try to ignore it for her, but she… She couldn’t ignore it.” Eddie muttered. “She gave in. Broke up with me and started telling them all this crazy shit. Trying to cover up that… I don’t know- that we were actually together? That she wanted to date me. Easier to blame the freak than tell people we were together, I guess.”
Your eyes met his, hesitantly. “I-I’m sorry.” You whispered, voice cracking. “That’s… That’s really mean.”
Eddie shrugged. “Yeah, well, I’m used to it.” He muttered, looking down at the small patch of grass between the two of you. “Well, I guess I’m not as used to it as I thought I was.” Eddie muttered, eyes lifting to yours sheepishly. “I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to cause a scene. To scare you. I-I would never-”
“- No, I-I know.” You shook your head lightly. “I’m just… I get weird.” Your own chin ducked towards the ground. “I get weird with fighting and stuff.”
Eddie stilled, watching you twist a blade of grass between your hands. “Guess we have the ex thing in common, too.” You muttered. “My ex-boyfriend… He’d get really mean sometimes. Just really angry.”
I’ll kill him. Eddie swallowed down the threat- no, the promise. Swallowing back his fierce anger.
“He-He never, like, hit me or anything, you know? It was weird, because there wasn’t any physical evidence or anything. I couldn’t go to the police for him yelling at me, but it just- it still really hurt.” Your voice cracked, lip wobbling at the memories. “That’s why I don’t talk to my parents. I moved with him, ignored them because they told me not to, and then… They were right, I guess. Just can’t really bring myself to call them and tell them that. Tuck my tail between my legs and go back. So I came here.”
“I’m sorry.” Eddie whispered. Your eyes met his. “No, I-I’m sorry, that’s- I’m sorry.” Eddie said sincerely, his hand brushing over yours.
“It’s okay-”
“-It’s not, and… And I’m really sorry.” Eddie nodded gently. “I didn’t mean to yell. I shouldn’t have let her get to me-”
“-No, Eddie, i-it’s fine, really-”
“-I didn’t mean to ruin our date. End the night like this.” Eddie ran a hand down his face. “This is not- I’m sorry, I didn’t know it would end just fucked like this.”
You paused for a moment, head still spinning with the liquor, with emotion, dizzily. You’d blame it on that, credit that dizziness for your courage. “It doesn’t have to end like this.” You whispered.
Eddie stilled, eyes cutting to you carefully. You still toyed with the grass, eyes lifting sweetly to him. “We… We could go back to my place? I-I think I still have a movie I haven’t returned.”
Eddie’s wheels squealed when they pulled out of the Hideout’s parking lot, desperately back to your apartment.
Eddie was sure he was dreaming. Sitting on your couch, your apartment smelled just like he remembered, even better when you lit the candle on your coffee table, making a mental note of the name. He’d go buy it in bulk tomorrow, fill his apartment with them burning in every room just so he could feel closer to you.
You’d moved into his lap halfway through the movie, inching closer with every passing frame of Julia Roberts and Patrick Bergine until you straddled him. Eddie burned under your gaze, your hands back on his shoulders, sliding slowly towards his neck.
“Hi,” You whispered, tilting your head gently to the side, lip rolling beneath your teeth.
“Hi,” Eddie croaked, swallowing the thick lump in his throat.
“Is it ok if I do this?” You whispered, the glow of the TV illuminating your mussed hair. Eddie thought it looked like a halo, angelic above him.
“Yeah,” Eddie nodded dumbly. C’mon, get your shit together. You’ve almost got it, Munson.
His hands slid over your hips, setting on the small of your waist, where the band of your jeans hugged, squeezing the flesh gently, feeling you beneath his hands. You were really here, he was really here, with you. Living proof, right between his fingertips that this was no dream.
You leaned forward, a hand brushing back his curly bangs. “What’s this?” You muttered, fingertip ghosting over the jagged scar across his forehead.
“Bike wreck of seventy-six.” Eddie answered cooly, voice raspy and low in the dim light of your apartment. “Thought I could pop a wheelie on concrete. Didn’t go well.”
“Hm,” You sighed, lips twitching in a small grin. “You were a little dare devil, hm?”
“Yeah,” Eddie nodded. His hands slid down your waist, hoping you couldn’t feel his heart hammering. “Still can be, sometimes.” His lashes batted up at you, squeezing the fatty flesh of your ass.
You squealed, Eddie’s heart leapt- he’d made the right move. Your eyes caught his, pinning him with your gaze, a delicacy of anticipation fell between the two of you. Who would break it? Make the first move?
Eddie’s fingers pressed into your jeans, a hand sliding up your back, pressing to the middle of your spine, bowing you forward toward him. Your hand on his neck, fingers splaying out over his jaw, lips connecting in a sweet kiss. Eddie felt like he was melting, a warm, gooey puddle underneath you.
Hands grabbing at the other, fevered and desperate, your hips rocking with his, brushing over his tenting zipper. Eddie could taste the wine on your lips, the glass of reisling you’d poured for the two of you before you’d put in the movie. “Since I killed the buzz before,” You’d shrugged at him sheepishly. He assured you, you hadn’t, still he was thankful for it, especially now. Now that he was loosened, far less critical of his every move.
Fumbling hands that pulled at his t-shirt, your jeans, Eddie flipping you over on the couch, hovering over you on the faded floral pattern of the couch. “You- We don’t have to, if you don’t want to.” Eddie whispered, his hands still toying with the button of your jeans. “I don’t want you to think I-I, like, only wanted this. I don’t- I mean, I do, I just… I want you in other ways too.”
You blushed, a sheepish smile under him. It was your turn to melt, to turn to putty under his gaze. “I know.” You whispered, black painted nails scratching down his forearms, over the etching of the puppet master. “I want to do this.” Your eyes lifted to his. “I trust you. I want to do this with you.”
It was exactly what he wanted to hear, you knew that, the darkened grin on his face confirmed it further. Your own hands fumbling with your jeans, wiggling them down your thighs while Eddie tore his t-shirt off above you, flinging it onto the floor.
You’d gone for a lacy, high cut thong tonight. Pale pink, frilly, if Eddie didn’t know any better, he’d think you planned this. That you planned to sleep with him. Maybe you thought about him the way he did you. Pictures of you flooded his mind, your hand sneaking between your thighs in the middle of the night, whimpering out his name.
You didn’t expect Eddie to drop to his knees, pulling your body towards the end of the couch, thighs on his shoulders. He made a show of taking off your panties, a slow tug dragging them down your bare legs.
“Holy shit,” Eddie rasped, heart beating in his ears. You giggled nervously, pressing your hands over your eyes. “Look at you.”
“Stop.” You whined in playful embarrassment, thighs pressing together.
“No, it’s- fuck.” Eddie swallowed his words, swallowed down the urge to tell you it was better than he imagined. Don’t be creepy, Munson.
“I gotta have a taste. Can-Can I have a taste?” Eddie’s eyes rounded towards yours, bright with excitement. “That alright with you? Let me make you feel good? Have a little taste?”
Your body burned, with lust maybe excitement, you weren’t sure. Your tiny nod was all he needed, spreading your thighs open, settling between your legs. You pushed up on your arms, looking down the valley of your sternum towards him.
Plush lips pressing kisses to your thighs, a teasing kiss to your mound that had you whimpering, aching and pulsing between the legs. Eddie’s eyes stayed on yours as he licked a long, slow stripe through your slit. Better than he imagined, so much fucking better.
Eyes rolling back, his fingertips dug into your thighs, nose pressed to your slick, he wanted to suffocate himself in your cunt. Better than anything he’d ever tasted before, he was a man starved, determined to devour you entirely- you were convinced he might. Teetering on the edge of experienced and enamored, your back arched, body twisting under his tongue. Whines and cries of pleasure filled the air, a crescendoing melody to the triumphant symphony Eddie was feeling in his veins, rushing with red hot pride.
It was paradise, better than his wildest dreams.
When you took him in your own mouth, sweetly grinning at him before giving a kitten lick to his leaking head, he was sure nothing would be better than this. This was his peak, everything he’d ever wanted and more. Better than Chrissy, than Tabitha, than anyone.
You brought him to your room, let him press your thighs back, spread you open again. He couldn’t help the cry of pleasure that spilled out when he slid into you, it just felt so right. Beyond pleasure, though it was plenty pleasurable, it felt flawless, ethereal.
Better than anything he could have imagined when he saw you weeks ago from his van, your car packed up full of boxes and suitcases tied on top. In a tiny pair of cut off shorts, moving everything in the warm sunshine.
How was he to know that all those weeks ago, after he’d watched you apply for jobs at the diners and boutiques, that when he’d put a help wanted flier on your door for Turtle’s, that it would lead to this. His mind could have never dreamt this, that you’d be this perfect, fit so perfectly with him.
No, this was fate, Eddie was sure of it. Cosmic fate. Chrissy and the others, they were only parading as the real thing, he’d just convinced himself it was when it was merely a disguise. But you, you were the real deal. Eddie decided it, when he settled in the sheets next to you, arms around your frame, staring out the window of your room.
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𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 | eddie munson x reader
𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 | maybe you're a little spoiled, but the fact of the matter is, you're used to getting what you want. you want eddie, and he wants you— that means you're going to do whatever it takes to stay together. if only you knew how far he would go to keep you.
𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 | 8.6k
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 | smut (18+ only; including some dubcon, fingering, unprotected sex, slight dacryphilia, and referenced loss of virginity), graphic violence/murder, kidnapping, abusive parents (verbal and briefly physical), innocent reader, innocence/corruption kink, assorted crimes escalating in severity, controlling/toxic relationship, starts consensual gets fucked up quickly, yandere!eddie, romeo and juliet goes bonnie and clyde
THIS IS A DARK FIC. eddie's dark, smut's dark, whole thing's dark (by the end at least). it's not for everyone. if depictions of SA, murder, and manipulation sound like they might be triggering for you, please do not hit 'keep reading'.
"That boy is no good for you," she hissed. "That boy is no good at all."
"Mama, don't say that!" you whined, sounding just like the impetuous child she'd accused you of being moments earlier. "He's good to me and he loves me!"
"He's good to you because he wants something from you," she insisted. "He says he loves you because—"
"He doesn't just say he loves me," you interrupted. "He really does, Mama."
"Oh, does he?" she sneered, stepping up closer to you. "He doesn't only love you with words, does he? What else does he do?"
Her line of questioning made it obvious that she already knew. The terror of that realization made your eyes sting with tears.
"Don't tell me you spread your legs for trailer trash," your mother warned, and your fists clenched at your sides. Rage gave you the courage to look into her eyes and you found her own fury there— but it couldn't beat yours, not when you had your love for Eddie in your heart, telling you what to do.
"He made love to me," you informed her though your teeth, "and I—"
You didn't get a chance to finish your thought before the back of your mother's hand collided with your cheek, spinning your whole head to the side. It stung especially hard where her massive diamond ring had cut your face, and when you pulled your hand away from where it held your tingling skin, you saw little dots of blood on your fingers.
You started to sob loudly, so much louder than you already had. You were crying so hard you couldn't even form words.
"Okay, that's enough," your father decides, getting up from where he'd been sitting in his chair, staring disapprovingly at all that had been going on. When you told your parents that Eddie Munson was your boyfriend and that you would not be attending equestrian summer camp in Cape Cod this year because you wanted to stay with him, your mother was the one who had flown into hysterics while your father had just sighed and sat down, looking overwhelmed. You didn't see him looking like that too often, since he was such a respected businessman who handles so much every day, but it made sense that he was out of his element here.
"Daddy," you sobbed, running to him and colliding with his sweater-vest-clad torso, "Daddy, please, I love him…"
"I… I know, sweetpea," he sighed, "but… sometimes what we feel and what is expected of us don't….match up."
You buried your face into his chest, soaking the argyle cotton with your tears. "Daddy, he's not a bad person. He's so kind and he takes care of me—"
You heard your mother scoff, but thankfully she didn't interrupt you.
"You'd like him if you met him," you promised, pulling back enough to look at your father with hopeful, if teary and bloodshot, eyes. "Daddy, if you really gave him a chance—"
"Sweetpea," he said, such an adoring pet name losing its charm when he said it so sternly, "it's too late for that. You had sex with this boy, didn't you?"
You choked, looking away.
"Just don't make me go to camp this year, please," you sighed. "Please, Daddy, I wanna stay in Hawkins—"
"So you can do what? Spend more time with this boy who doesn't even have the respect to come speak to me himself and ask me for permission to court you?" he frowned. "Ride around in his decrepit van? Get pregnant?"
You let go of the tight hug you'd had him in; you'd spent your life crying to your Daddy about whatever upset you, and up until now, you'd pretty much always gotten your way. Eddie used to make fun of you, call you Daddy's little girl, call you spoiled rotten— but you never really understood what that meant, until now. Until you felt so stupid as you realized he wasn't as kind as you thought he was. He'd buy you anything, he'd let you skip a Latin lesson because you wanted to run around outside or not eat your greens because you didn't like them, but that wasn't love. You always thought he was proud of you, and that was why he liked to show you off at debutante balls and dinner parties.
But it had never been about you… it had been about him, and his perfect family. His beautiful wife and demure, well-behaved daughter. You were more like a porcelain doll to him, dressed up in little silk outfits and put behind glass.
You stepped back, bewildered and heartbroken by the way he was looking at you.
"You asked not to go to Cape Cod this summer? You won't," he informed you, but his tone made it obvious this was not going to be good news. "You'll go to a Catholic program for wayward girls—"
"No," you blurted out, under your breath.
"In rural France—" he continued.
You couldn't breathe, you felt like you were going to faint. "No, no no no…"
"—where you can practice your French, relearn your morals," he added, especially pointedly, "and spend time with the nuns. They'll set you straight."
"Daddy, no!" you yelped. "I won't go! You can't make me go!"
"I absolutely can!" he bellowed in return. Daddy was scary when he was angry, his voice was loud and echoed around any room, and you'd always run away and hid when you heard him yelling at a business partner who made a mistake or a housekeeper who broke something… but the way he spoke next was nothing like that. No yelling, no stomping his foot or pointing his finger, just a red face and breathing heavily through his flared nostrils. It was much scarier.
"If you act like a whore, you get treated like one," he informed you with searing coldness. "You remember that when you're with that boy, telling him that you will never see him again—"
"I hate you!" you choked out with your sob, shoving your father away before running for the door.
You heard your parents calling after you, but you tumbled out onto the porch and down the steps, grabbing your bike where you'd left it leaning against the whitewashed wood.
It was sort of tricky to ride a bike while constantly wiping tears away, but you made it all the way to Eddie's trailer without falling off. You nearly jumped off your bike to run to his door, never properly braking and just letting it fall on its side— the little bell dinged quietly when you dropped it, like a weak protest to the mistreatment, but you ignored it as you stumbled up to Eddie's door and knocked frantically.
It was a little too cold out for just your yellow dress and a cardigan, but you hadn't been planning to be out this late. You'd been planning on getting out of going to summer camp in Massachusetts, going to bed with a smile on your face, and waiting until after school tomorrow to tell Eddie the good news. God, you were so stupid…
Shivering and clutching your arms across your chest, you knocked rapidly on the door again— and Eddie finally swung the door open.
"I was just— oh, princess, what's wrong?" he asked, reaching for you instantly as you started to cry harder again. "Are you okay? Please tell me everything's okay…"
"Everything's…" you started, sniffling and trying to compose yourself enough to speak intelligibly while he ushered you inside, "everything's gone wrong, Eddie, it's so wrong…"
"Hey, shh," he soothed, pulling you into him and guiding your head to rest on his chest. His hands rubbed your back and you sighed, melting into him. "Just tell me what happened."
"I-it was going to be a surprise," you explained. "I was going to get out of equestrian camp this summer, and I was going to stay here— with you! We were gonna have the whole summer together… a-and it was gonna be perfect."
Eddie sighed; he must've realized where this was going, to a certain extent.
"But when I asked my parents if I could miss camp and stay home, they… Mama knew, she asked about you right away… I'm not much of a liar, Eddie, you know that."
In fact, he told you all the time: I know something's wrong, don't try to pretend. You're not a very good liar, princess, I know you want me. Don't lie, princess, I can tell you're getting wet…
"She said the most awful things," you whimpered, "and Daddy… he said he was going to make me go to France, just to keep me away from you. H-he called me a whore."
"He what?!" Eddie snapped, lifting your head away from his chest to look down at your face with wild eyes. "Princess, how could he say that to you?"
"I— I don't—"
You stopped when he reached up, holding your face and carefully swiping his thumb over your right cheek. You remembered there were cuts there, and you glanced down at the floor sheepishly, focusing on his dirty combat boots standing on either side of your shiny white Mary Janes. "Did he hit you?" Eddie asked, seriously and softly.
"No…" you whimpered, getting nervous to tell him the truth as he waited silently for the rest of your answer. "Mama did."
He sighed slowly, saying so much with just one breath. You'd realized you'd never really seen him angry before, not genuinely. But the weight of his breath showed how furious he was. "Those people…" he trailed off. Shaking his head, the anger seemed to fade and he gave you a gentle kiss right on your wounded cheek. "This pretty face, all cut up… it's just not right, princess."
You shut your eyes as he kissed your lips next, as tender and gentle as ever. If only your parents could see this, if only they could understand how sweet and patient he was with you, then maybe they wouldn't be trying to ruin your life.
"I can't let you go back to that house," he informed you. "If you go back there, they may not ever let you back out again— they won't let us see each other again."
You blinked up at him as he carefully wiped your tears away.
"So, don't go back," he pleaded. "They'll hurt you again— I can't let that happen."
You chewed your lip for a second. "Eddie, I can't stay here, they're going to send the police for me— they probably already have…"
"Then they won't find us here," he decided. "We'll go somewhere!"
"Where?"
"Anywhere! Wherever you wanna go. We'll drive there together and it'll be the way it's meant to be— us, just us."
He pulled your face closer and kissed your forehead, squishing your cheeks in his ringed hands. "Eddie," you mumbled, wincing playfully. "Are you offering to kidnap me?"
"Offering? Princess, I'm deciding," he grinned, grabbing you at your shoulders as you started to laugh a bit through your tears. "Just tell me where we're going."
You bit your lip as you thought about that. In a way, you were proving your parents right: this boy was about to steal you away, take you far from Hawkins in his beat-up old van, with no money and no plan.
"Come on," he encouraged, "you know just as well as I do that we're meant to be together. Forever."
It was a promise you'd made, just before he took your virginity. You were raised to believe that was something you saved for your soulmate, and though you knew it was certainly not what your parents would want for you, not being married yet didn't bother you much. Before Eddie, waiting never felt like a chore— and then suddenly it was excruciating, and he'd stopped you from taking things further more than a few times due to his fear that you would regret him being your first time. And then there was that perfect night, just over a week ago now, on a blanket by Lover's Lake. It was everything you thought it was supposed to be— sweet, sensual, beautiful— and so much more. And you'd sworn then that this was it, that there was nobody else for you and that you'd hold each other for the rest of your lives. Maybe it was your girlish naivete, but in your mind it was all but an engagement.
And this? Escaping together, fleeing your parents and Hawkins and everything you'd ever known? This felt like eloping.
You looked into Eddie's eyes, warm and brown and waiting for your answer with that sparkle in them like almost always. "Um…" you stalled, "well, when I was little, my whole family went to the beach in California. I've wanted to go back, see the ocean again…"
He grabbed you by your face again and kissed you, eyes shut tight; you could taste his latest cigarette and you could smell his aftershave, you could feel his optimism in the way he moved his lips against yours.
When he pulled back, he had another massive smile on his face that made the anxiety just melt away in a moment.
"Everything's gonna be alright now," he promised. "It's gonna be how it's supposed to be: us, together, with nobody there to stop us."
You nodded, still sniffling as you recovered from crying, and smiled as he kissed your tears away.
"I-I'm just gonna grab some stuff," he decided, "and we're gonna leave tonight. We'll be in California by Saturday."
~ ♡ ~
Not having had a chance to pack your own clothes, you'd been borrowing Eddie's for a while. You didn't exactly feel like yourself in a Motörhead shirt, but you loved being wrapped up in the smell of him.
That first night, Eddie had driven for fifteen hours straight before you insisted that he get some rest. The mattress in the back was straight from his bedroom in the trailer, so it brought some much-needed familiarness to such a foreign situation.
Breakfast at hole-in-the-wall diners all along the highway, stops at scenic outlooks and parks where you could stretch your legs, nights spent pulled over in the woods so you could sleep in peace (or, maybe, not sleep at all)… it was all a routine now, and the luxury of your old life was just a collection of memories now.
At times, you missed your family, your friends from school, your room and your shower and your favorite stuffed animal. But being with Eddie all the time was worth it, and you’d seen more of the country than ever on your road trip adventure.
“Can I help you find something, sweetheart?” a woman asked, and you turned to see an employee with a plastic name tag— DARLA, it read— watching you peruse the aisle of pre-packaged snacks.
“O-oh, no, thank you,” you smiled.
“You seem pretty young to be here by yourself,” she noticed.
“I’m eighteen— and I’m not by myself,” you assured, “my boyfriend’s here— he’s just using the restroom.”
“Oh, I see,” she nodded. “Your… parents know you’re here, don’t they?”
You wrinkled your eyebrows together. “Of course,” you lied, “we’re driving to visit them now, while we’re on break from college. Wh-why do you ask?”
“I’m sorry to pry, honey,” she sighed, “I just saw something on the news, and you look a little bit like this missing girl out of Indiana—”
You didn’t even hear what she said after that, you didn’t even stay to listen— you stormed across the gas station store, towards where a small TV mounted under the corner of the ceiling was showing the morning news. It was just politics at first, until the banner across the bottom of the screen changed to DRUG DEALER KIDNAPS INDIANA GIRL. You nearly screamed when you saw a picture of you, and a picture of Eddie, next to each other in the superimposed graphic.
“This news coming out of Hawkins, Indiana,” the reporter read, “the parents of an eighteen-year-old girl—”
Eighteen, as in, an adult, who left consensually, you wished you could yell at the TV, but all you could do was start to numbly cry.
“— are asking national authorities for assistance in locating their daughter, who disappeared from their home Wednesday evening. Local police suspect that a known criminal in the area, Eddie Munson— who is also missing— may be responsible and is wanted for his potential involvement.”
You saw the door to the men’s room start to open, and before Eddie could walk out, you dashed over to him and shoved him back in, locking the door behind you. “Hey!” Eddie protested, though he gave you a tilted grin as you pinned him to the wall. “Hey,” he purred, apparently misinterpreting your intentions with locking yourselves in the bathroom together.
“Eddie, oh god,” you breathed, “I—”
“What’s wrong?” he asked, reaching down to hold your face. “Did something happen?”
“I— the news,” you managed to choke out, “we’re on the news, they’re saying you kidnapped me—”
“Well, I mean,” he shrugged, “I sorta did—”
“Eddie, please,” you whimpered, “this— this is really bad… the police are looking for us. Both of us.”
You weren’t sure how this happened, but you could guess; the Hawkins police probably, rightfully, told your parents that a woman of majority leaving her parents’ home is not a crime, and neither is having a boyfriend that they dislike. And then your parents flashed their money around until someone listened, and they managed to convince some sheriff that because Eddie had a past with the law, you were in some kind of danger. And then they took their money to any news station that would take it, and spread the story across the country. You were supposed to make it to the beach today, but you weren’t sure if it was safe to go anymore, or where this news was being shown…
“I don’t wanna go back,” you cried quietly, and he clicked his tongue sympathetically as he pulled your head into his chest.
“Shh, it’s okay,” he promised, “you’re not going back.”
“They’re gonna find us, Eddie, they’re gonna take me away from you—” you began to rush, your head swirling with thoughts and your heart pounding with anxiety. He grabbed you by the chin and forced you to look up at him, and you tried to calm yourself a little with your bottom lip between your teeth.
“Nobody can take you away from me,” he insisted sternly. “Ever. Do you hear me?”
You nodded, and he softened a bit, kissing your forehead as he wrapped his arms around you.
“We’re gonna work this out,” he stated confidently. “We’re gonna figure something out, okay? And everything’s gonna be how it’s supposed to be.”
Quickly, he had a plan, and he told you all you had to do was keep watch. He told you to stand near the back of the gas station, and stop anyone from coming to where he’d parked the van. He never told you why, but you figured it would make sense soon. Nervously tapping your foot, you tried not to look suspicious— or noticeable at all, really, with your face all over the news now— and waited for Eddie to finish whatever he was doing.
You could hear what he was doing, but you couldn’t quite tell what it was… just random clinking and banging of metal, not much to work with. “Okay, finished,” he announced, and you turned the corner to find him smiling as he stared at the back of his van, a screwdriver tucked under his crossed arms. “Voila!”
Stepping next to him and looking at the back bumper with him, you reacted instantly to the sight of a Nevada license plate. “Wh— how did you—?” you began, but you glanced over to a beat-up old truck with a missing tire that was apparently abandoned behind this gas station— specifically, you saw that it suddenly had Indiana plates.
“It’ll slow them down,” he promised, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and giving the top of your head a kiss. “Told you I’d work it all out, didn’t I?”
You swallowed, a little nervous to know he’d had to take these measures for your sake. Up until now, you hadn’t actually done anything wrong… this, though, was an actual crime. Still, a lot of people do little things like this— like dealing weed, like making an illegal U-turn or being late to get their registration done.
That was what you kept telling yourself as you sat in the passenger set, legs curled up to your chest while you bit your nails and blankly watched the Nevada desert roll by: that this was normal. That this was all fine. Not great, maybe, not ideal; but fine.
“Hey,” you heard Eddie’s voice, and it tore you out of your thoughts.
“Huh?” you mumbled, and he kept his eyes on the road as he swatted your hand away from your mouth.
“Don’t do that,” he corrected.
“Sorry— m’just nervous,” you admitted.
“What for?” he wondered.
“I mean— this is all pretty crazy, Ed,” you admitted. “I knew my parents weren’t going to understand, but getting the police involved? I just didn’t think it would be like this…”
“Listen, princess,” he sighed, “I get it. It’s scary— and your parents, they’ve been, like, over you your whole life, telling you what to say and how to dress and how to conform and everything… so they seem like this huge threat, like you can never really escape them, right? But you can. You did.”
He gave you a glance, as long as he could while driving on the highway, and you offered him your best I’m-totally-not-freaking-out smile in return.
“And the cops? Cops are no big deal,” he scoffed. “Deal with ‘em all the time. Still, if you wanna throw them off a little more, I could always do something to, you know, look different—”
He reached up with one hand to tousle his mane of wavy hair for a second, and you gasped. “No, Eddie,” you interrupted, “not your hair— you shouldn’t have to do that.”
“Okay, okay,” he smiled, “you’d miss it too much, I know. So would I. Maybe we should cut your hair, though…”
You nervously reached up to your own hair, suddenly self-conscious about it in more ways than one. “You think so?” you pressed quietly.
“I mean, if you’re up for it,” he shrugged, “but like I said— we’re gonna be fine. It’s really not that bad, princess— people go ‘missing’ all the time, and they’re really just going somewhere new like we are. And speaking of somewhere new…”
He pointed to the road ahead, and you saw the sign: Thanks for visiting Nevada— and then you saw the next one— Welcome to California.
“We made it,” he smiled. “Just a few more hours until we reach the ocean.”
But the sun had already set, and the last tints of orange were leaving the sky— the desert would be in total darkness in less than ten minutes. “Should we pull over for the night soon?” you asked. Something about being late made you especially nervous, even though if you were thinking more clearly, you might’ve realized that night was the safer time to travel while on the run from the law.
“If you want to,” he offered. “You wanna cuddle, don’t you?”
You nodded, and he smiled wide.
“Of course you do,” he hummed, “just lemme find a good place to park the car and we can go to bed, okay?”
When he pulled off the highway, kicking up clouds of red dirt with his tires on his way to a good, shady spot to rest for the night, you leaned back in the seat and shut your eyes. It’s going to be okay— Eddie said so, it’s really going to be alright…
“Come on, hop on back,” he suggested as he put the car in park and turned off the engine and headlights. You climbed over the console first, plopping down onto the mattress in the back with a sigh. He smiled at you as he followed you, climbing on top of you as his necklace dangled over your face. With his hands on either side of your head, he bent down to kiss you, sweet and familiar; it made you feel better, and took your mind off of your worries.
You reached up to start trying to push his denim jacket off his shoulders, and he moved his kisses down to your neck. “Oh!” you gasped when he grazed his teeth over your pulse. It almost hurt, it was almost too much— but then again, you were wrapping your legs around his hips, so it must not have bothered you that much.
A quiet, but deep, chuckle from him echoed inside the crook of your neck, just before he pulled away to look down at you again. “You look so good in my clothes,” he smiled, reaching up under the borrowed shirt to touch your waist, “but you look better without them.”
You giggled as he helped you take the shirt off, groaning a little at the sight of your bare chest underneath. He instantly latched onto one of your nipples, swirling his tongue around it as his hands held onto you a little tighter, and you relaxed into his embrace with a sigh.
“Princess,” he mumbled against your skin, reaching lower to start tugging your panties down, “fuck, you’re beautiful. And you’re all mine, huh?”
“Yeah,” you breathed. “Yours— forever.”
You’d started saying that, since the first night on the road; you were just so ecstatic to be together, not having to hide it anymore or worry about your parents or sneak out quietly in the middle of the night. The problem was, that was sort of what this thing had become, in the end: hiding, worrying, sneaking in the middle of the night. Wasn’t that what you were doing right now?
That thought fell to the back of your mind as he gently opened your legs, taking off his own clothes hastily before slotting his body right up to yours. “Eddie,” you moaned as he slid his cock over you, soaking his erection quickly in your arousal. You never kept your resolve for long when he teased you like that. “Please, I-I need you…”
“Where?” he asked. “Where do you need me, princess?”
“M-my… in my—” you choked, struggling to say the word. You managed to get it out (he’d been helping you get more comfortable with all this, slowly), but only when you whispered it: “my pussy…”
He laughed a little, and it made you feel even more insecure until he pushed his cock inside you— and then you weren’t thinking about anything else but how incredible it felt. “Aw, so innocent,” he cooed, staring down at you with half-lidded eyes as he began to move his hips back and forth. “Not as innocent as you used to be… guess I ruined you, didn’t I?”
You whined. “N-no, you didn’t— you made me perfect, Eddie…”
Laying down over you, he kept himself propped up on one bent arm as the other reached for your thigh, squeezing the delicate skin every time he filled you to the brim. “Fuck, you are perfect,” he agreed, “and so tight for me, always… still feel like a virgin, princess.”
You moaned far louder than you meant to when he started to suck on your neck, reaching up to grab onto the backs of his shoulders as your back arched harder.
“Y’don’t act like one anymore, though,” he added with a short laugh.
Grabbing your hips, he pulled you up to meet his own, forcing you to take him deeper than before— and you choked on your whine, digging your nails into his back.
“Not too much, is it?” he panted. “You can take all of me, right?”
Admittedly, you hesitated, but you did nod and he kissed your cheek.
“I know you can,” he agreed. “Such a good girl for me, yeah? Gonna take all this dick in your little cunt?”
The next thrust hit so deep, and so hard, that tears immediately sprung to your eyes— but you nodded again.
“C’mon, baby, say it,” he encouraged.
“I— I’m gonna take it all,” you promised, your own voice higher and more wavering than you expected it to sound.
“Yeah you are,” he grunted, fucking you faster, and you buried your face in the space between his neck and shoulder— you gasped in breaths against his skin, and he held you a little tighter.
His pace was speeding up, making your whole body rock as it was forced to go limp. “E-Eddie,” you sobbed. He started to kiss just under your jaw, and you knew that he knew how close you were— and yet, you still felt the need to announce it. “I’m gonna come, Eddie!”
“Shh, I know,” he soothed, “let it happen, princess— just come on my cock, fuckin’ soak me.”
Whimpering, your thighs started to shake and your head fell back. It gave him the perfect view of your face: he watched you with dark eyes and a mouth gone slack as he fucked you through your orgasm. He told you before that you scrunched your whole face up right before you came, and that he thought it was adorable. You were still a bit shy about it, but you did like knowing that he loved the way you reacted to how he made you feel.
“That’s it, fuck,” he praised, and you felt his fingertips dig into your skin a little harder. He slipped one arm under your neck, grabbing you at your shoulder, and used it to keep you steady as he started fucking you even harder, and faster… just ruthlessly, really.
“Eddie!” you shouted. You were trying to get him to slow down, but the words just wouldn’t come out, it was all screaming moans as he relentlessly slammed into your spot— more sensitive and swollen than ever, having just come and all.
Hoping to get your message across non-verbally, you reached down and tried to push on his thighs, but he was so much stronger than you and it didn’t seem to deter him at all. “You can take it,” he insisted under his breath, his own groans getting louder as he chased his release.
You dug your nails into his skin, not even really intentionally— you just needed a break, just a moment to process everything. Your eyes were shut tightly, but you heard him growl as his hands moved down to yours. He grabbed you by the wrists and pinned them down on either side of your head, rubbing his thumbs over your palms soothingly.
“Don’t fight it,” he ordered, “I know what you need.”
And god, he was right— he changed his pace, slower if not quite slow, passionate and focused. You breathed more naturally then, giving into the onslaught of sensation while he kissed you again. His kiss was just as gently dominant as everything else, his tongue exploring deep into your mouth— like he was trying to taste every sound of pleasure you made. You were babbling your affections from the moment that he broke away from your lips. "I love you, Eddie," you sobbed softly, "I love you so much…"
"Shh, I know, princess," he whispered back, "I love you, too."
He didn’t take much longer to come, filling you with a long, low groan and a whisper of your name. He released your wrists eventually, opting to hold you tightly instead. In a moment he seemed to gain all his energy back, rapidly shifting from panting and exhausted to peppering kisses all over your face. “Eddieeeee,” you whined, but you were laughing, too.
“Love you so much,” he mumbled. “God, you can’t even imagine how much.”
“I bet I can,” you replied. “I bet it’s how much I love you.”
“No, no— more than that,” he decided.
“What?! Eddie, don’t say that,” you frowned.
“It’s true,” he insisted. “I love you so much that this pretty little head of yours would explode if you knew—” he accented his statement by holding his fingers up to the side of your head and spreading them, making a pshh sound through his teeth to do his impression of an explosion.
You laughed and shoved him lightly on his bare chest. “You’re silly,” you mumbled, laughing more as he nuzzled his face against you, tickling you with the tip of his nose and his fluffy hair.
That was the way you fell asleep, tangled in his arms. You never slept as well as you did when he was holding you, even on a ratty old mattress in a beat-up van in the abandoned desert, even separated from your loved ones and so painfully far from home.
~ ♡ ~
The knocking didn’t wake you up— only Eddie grabbing you and shaking you awake, whispering to you in a rushed voice, made you begin to stir. “Princess,” he snapped, and you awakened as quickly as you could. It was still pitch dark outside… except for the flashlight shining into the driver’s side window.
“E-Eddie, what’s going—?” you started to ask, but he pressed a finger over your lips before pulling the blanket up to your neck.
“There’s a state trooper outside,” he informed you, just as there was another knock on the window, and your eyes went wide but you remembered not to say anything.
“Stay in the van,” Eddie hissed. “Don’t move or say anything until I come back, you hear me? Stay in the van.”
You nodded quickly, blinking away the watering of your eyes. He gave you a quick kiss on the forehead before he tossed the blanket over your face and hopped back up into the driver’s seat.
Another knock on the window made you startle with a jolt under the blanket, but you did your best to stay perfectly still and completely silent. “I’m sorry, sir— is this a no-parking zone?” Eddie asked as soon as he’d started rolling the window down.
“That’s not the issue— I was just noticing that your van matches the description of a suspected kidnapping out of Indiana,” the officer explained.
“Oh! Huh, that’s… actually not that unlikely, is it? A lot of cheap old vans out there on the road,” Eddie pointed out.
“Yes, but yours has a hole in the bumper, in the same place the one we’re looking for does,” the officer replied.
You struggled to keep your crying silent; was Eddie going to be arrested because of you? This was all your fault, you knew it—
“You don’t know anything about a missing girl, do you?” the trooper pressed. “Eighteen years old, about yea high—” you stopped paying attention as he continued rattling off a few basics of your description. They’d been right on your tail the whole time, hadn’t they?
“No, can’t say that I do,” Eddie answered.
“Well, then it shouldn’t be much trouble if I search the back of your van, right?”
You shuddered, biting down on the blanket over your head and praying that Eddie would find some way out of this. “Honestly, officer, it’s a bit inconvenient— I was just sleeping here and now I’m being asked about some girl, but I don’t know anything about that. I’ve been living out of this van for weeks, so it’s like you’re asking to search my home. And I really would just prefer to get back to sleep, honestly, I’ve got a lot of driving ahead of me tomorrow—”
“It won’t take long,” the officer insisted.
“That’s not my concern,” Eddie replied firmly. “You don’t have a warrant and I’d just prefer that you leave.”
“Your lack of cooperation could be considered probable cause,” the officer shot back.
“Only if you don’t care much for the constitution,” Eddie spat.
“And if I call the station and have them run your plates,” the trooper countered, “they’re going to come back to this vehicle, correct? Not, say, a 1967 Ford that reported its plates stolen this morning?”
There was a silence. A long, terrifying silence. Eddie said nothing. You weren’t even breathing. The trooper was the one that spoke next.
“Sir, I’m gonna need you to step out of the vehicle.”
You heard the door open, and shut. Steps around the vehicle outside, some talking you couldn’t make out. Knowing you were alone in the van, you let yourself start to quietly weep. It’s over, it’s all over—
The unmistakable, deafening sound of a gunshot outside made you scream in shock. “Eddie!” you shrieked, jumping up and using the blanket to cover your nudity as you hastily swung open the van doors from the inside.
You weren’t ready to see it, to see your boyfriend bleeding on the road, to see that cop point the gun at you next— you weren’t ready to imagine how your life would go on without him.
So, maybe it was a good thing that that wasn’t what you saw. But what you were looking at instead terrified you possibly even more. Eddie was standing there, holding a revolver, still as a statue as he looked at the officer on the ground beneath him. The man on the ground was still alive— breathing shakily, wide-eyed and shivering violently as his hands moved towards the growing patch of deep-red blood on his chest, but still alive. The click of the revolver turning made you look at the gun again, seeing Eddie aim it once more and begin to press down on the trigger.
It was like a horrible nightmare, the way you opened your mouth to scream, but nothing came out. The second gunshot was so loud, it forced you to wince— which spared you from seeing the exact moment that hole appeared in the trooper’s forehead, the moment his expression went blank and his whole body went limp.
When you opened your eyes again, Eddie was looking back at you over his shoulder. “I told you to stay in the van,” he reminded you flatly.
“E-Eddie,” you breathed, feeling light-headed and sick all of a sudden. “Eddie, what… what have you done?”
He turned to face you, stepping over the body and slipping the revolver back under his belt; you instinctively moved back when he took a step towards you, and his expression changed. “Princess…” he sighed, sounding heartbroken— like he couldn’t believe you were scared of him, but how could you not be? You didn’t even know he had a gun in the van— you didn’t know he could ever hurt someone.
You swallowed thickly. “Eddie,” you whispered, one more time. “What did you do?”
Something entirely new flashed across his expression— it reminded you of the way he looked when you told him that your mother hit you. But this was much, much worse, because this time, it was directed at you. “What did I do?” he repeated, livid. “What did I do?”
You started to cry harder, your ears still ringing from the gunshots, as Eddie stormed up to you, grabbing you by your shoulders roughly.
“I did what you told me to,” he insisted, raising his voice. “I saved you! And now you’re looking at me like I’m a fucking monster!”
“No,” you cried, “no, Eddie, I’m just scared— tell me you didn’t really kill him…”
“What are you scared of?” he laughed— actually laughed, at a time like this, though he didn’t seem particularly amused anymore as his lips curled into a snarl. “You didn’t mean it, did you? When you said you loved me, you were lying—”
“No!” you denied, sobbing so hard that it was barely intelligible anymore. “Eddie, I swear—”
“When you said we’d be together forever,” he continued, his jaw tight and his nostrils flaring. “I meant that, I meant every fucking word, princess.”
“I know,” you agreed, “I know— me too, Eddie, I love you!”
“Really?” he breathed, holding the sides of your face as you sniffled helplessly. “Do you really love me, princess? Don’t lie to me.”
“I love you so much,” you promised, “I’ve only ever loved you… I’m just so scared, I don’t understand—”
Your voice was starting to break, and he soothed you with a shhh and a kiss on the height of your cheekbone. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” he whispered, switching back and forth between each cheek, “it can be scary, being in love for the first time. I said nobody’s ever gonna take you from me, princess, don’t you remember that?”
You nodded, but when you glanced away from where his eyes were boring into you, you could see behind him the lifeless hand of the man he’d killed, the puddle of blood navigating through the cracks in the dusty orange earth.
“Hey, don’t look at that,” he corrected you, turning your face so you’d have to look up at him again. “Look at me— that doesn’t matter. This, you and me, this is the only thing that matters, okay? I love you. I love you.”
Swallowing only seemed to make the lump in your throat bigger.
“Do you fucking hear me?” he growled. “I love you!”
“I-I love you too!” you finally choked out.
He slammed his lips onto yours, holding you there long after you tried to push yourself away from him. “Now,” he announced when he pulled back, “get back in the van. We need to go.”
~ ♡ ~
When you got sick on car rides, Mama always told you to look out the window. Well, you couldn’t see out the window from where you were curled up in a ball in the back of the van, your limp body jumping and swaying each time Eddie hit a bump or a turn— but somehow, you didn’t think getting in the passenger and looking at the desolation of rural California was going to help with this particular bout of nausea.
“Come on, come back up to the front,” Eddie pleaded. “I miss you, princess!”
You said nothing, burying your head into one of the pillows strewn over the mattress. It smelled like him— it reminded you of how it felt when you were only safe in his arms. Now you just cried all the time.
When the vehicle came to a stop, and Eddie got out, you wondered if maybe he was just getting gas. Until the back doors opened and he stood between them, arms stretched out wide to each handle, giving you a pouty look with a tilted head. “Poor thing,” he cooed, climbing in with you and shutting the doors behind him. You turned away, you even tried to scoot up closer to the wall, but obviously there was nowhere else to go as he laid down behind you and started to run his hands over you through the thin blanket. “I know you’re… not happy right now. Just tell me how to make you feel better.”
You tried to shrug him away, but his fingertips tickled your waist a bit while his whole body moved a bit closer, trying to coax you out of your hiding place.
“Princeeeesss,” he sing-songed, leaning in a little closer to kiss the back of your neck where the blanket didn’t cover it; you flinched and pulled it up over your head, only for him to yank it off of you roughly. “Hey,” he snapped, “don’t do that. Don’t act like I’m not here. Talk to me.”
Sighing, you rolled onto your back and gave him a quick look— it was all you could stand right now— before you stared up at the rusted ceiling of the van. “What do you want me to say, Ed?” you breathed.
“I want you to say that you’re not mad at me,” he admitted. “I want you to say that you still love me.”
You let out a long breath, reaching up to rub your eyes with the lowest part of your palm, just by your wrist. “I… I’m not mad, Eddie, I’m—”
“Scared, I know,” he finished for you, “you only told me a thousand times.”
You groaned and turned away again, curling up even tighter as he started to backtrack instantly.
“N-no, come on, don’t be like that,” he protested, sliding up behind you and spooning you even though his touch sent a rush of conflicted feelings through your body. “Princess, please— you can’t do this to me, you can’t treat me like this! You’re gonna kill me, I can’t take it— I can’t take not holding you, not kissing you…”
To emphasize his point, he started to kiss a trail along your neck; and as much as your mind swirled with confusion and fear and hurt, your body did respond to it. There was a warmth between your legs, a cry for something familiar and comfortable that only he could provide.
He turned you on to your back again, looking down at you with a tilted, sympathetic sort of frown. “Okay, so maybe I can’t make you happy right now,” he relented, “but…”
He moved a little closer, holding your waist with one hand as he mouthed at your neck.
“But I know I can make you feel good…”
You turned your face away, but he reached up and guided it back with a hand on your cheek, pulling you into a soft, patient kiss.
“I know you didn’t forget this, princess,” he breathed in between moments of slotting his lips with yours. “I know you can’t forget that we’re made for each other. You can feel it, can’t you? When we make love. It’s so right…”
You didn’t stop him when he pulled you closer, when he climbed on top of you, not even when he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You were just about ready to give into it, actually, when his hand started moving lower; and you instantly fought to push his hand away while it was slipping into your shorts. “Eddie, don’t—” you whimpered, but he brushed your hands out of the way and got back to what he was doing.
“No, don’t do that,” he instructed you softly, “I’m just making you feel better, princess— I’m gonna make it better…”
As his fingers expertly explored you, finding those familiar places right away and exploiting them for all they were worth, you shut your eyes tight and struggled to relax beneath him. You knew if you opened your eyes, you’d find him there, staring down at you with those eyes. You could see it all: the way his eyes looked when you first met and he made you feel so dizzy and strange and special; the way they looked when he took your virginity— no, when you gave it to him, when you begged him to have it— that night on Lover’s Lake, under the stars, promising you that this was forever; the way they looked when he told you he was going to whisk you, save you from a summer of solitude in France, that forever wasn’t just real, it was now; the way they looked at you over his shoulder, the gun still in his hand, the world completely still and quiet for a moment, once the sounds of an innocent man begging for his life were silenced.
You didn’t know you were crying, until you felt him kiss your tears away. “You’re doing so good,” he praised, “just like that— so good for me, you’re so beautiful…”
Hoping for a moment of comfort, you clung to him tightly, the building pleasure forcing you to let all of your emotions out; you sobbed, openly, and let every touch awaken your body and silence your mind.
“There you go,” he cooed, holding you tighter in return, “come on my fingers, princess— nice and easy, you know how, just let go—”
Whining his name, the first one hit you. ‘The first one’ because, immediately after that, he held your legs open and climbed on top of you and fucked you, taking you to the edge again as you held onto him for dear life. He didn’t stop talking for more than a moment the whole way through it, promising you that he was going to keep you safe, begging you not to leave him, reminding you of every time you’d told him that you loved him and that you were his.
When he was finished, he kissed all over your shaking body, whispering about how perfect you were. “Do you feel better now, princess?” he asked quietly when his journey of kisses brought him back up to your collarbones.
“I… I feel…” you panted. You didn’t know where to start. “Sleepy,” you finally decided, and you felt him press a smile to your cheek.
“Then fall asleep,” he offered, “I’ll wake you up when we get there, okay? Get some rest… you’ve earned it.”
You were exhausted physically and emotionally, so it didn’t take more than a minute or so once Eddie started driving again for you to lull into dreamlessness. Sleep was a welcome reprieve from existence, from thought and fear and pain. From trying to figure out if you were Eddie’s lover or his prisoner. From remembering how simple, how idyllic your life used to be— no, not perfect, but much easier. From imagining what would happen to you if the police found you again; from wondering what would happen to them if the police found you again.
It was just a shame you didn’t get to sleep longer.
~ ♡ ~
“Wake up, princess,” his voice gently wafted into your ear. “We made it, baby, look…”
You blinked your eyes open, feeling Eddie’s arms wrapped tightly around you— a little too tight. Maybe he still thought you’d run.
But where would you run to? All you could see out of the open back doors of the van was ocean, and sand. The beach was empty; and it was just as beautiful as you remembered. “We’re here,” he told you, kissing your cheek as he held you from behind, cradling you and resting his chin on your shoulder. “This is it— me and you, together. And we can go wherever you wanna go next.”
Shivering slightly, you felt your eyes water again. “I… I wanna go home.”
You should’ve been afraid that it would make him angry, but by now you were so numb… you just said it without thinking. He didn’t get angry, though, at least not on the outside. He just laughed a little and told you, “princess, we are home.”
He seemed to get a little more serious, sighing as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.
“You’re my home,” he belabored the point, “you’re my everything, princess. I know this is hard… love is hard, especially when it’s real. Just remember that you love me, okay?”
A gentle kiss landed on your shoulder, then your neck, then your jaw.
“Remember when we promised forever,” he continued, and as tears rolled silently down your expressionless face, he pressed his lips right up to your ear to speak directly into it. “And remember that if your parents come for you, I’ll kill them, too.”
One of the arms that he’d had crossed over your chest reached up, his thumb wiping your tear away on the opposite cheek from where he’d pressed his face up so close to yours— you could feel his hot breath on your skin, and it, along with his body holding yours so tight, kept you from shivering in the chilly morning breeze over the beach.
“You believe me, right?” he whispered, and you nodded slightly. “Good,” he cooed as he kissed your cheek. “I love you so much, princess… you can’t imagine how much. Your pretty little head would explode.”
He held his fingers up to your head, and stretched them out in a mock explosion, hissing the sound into your ear: pshh…
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After being together for 7 months, Eddie finally decided that he wanted to keep you forever to himself; so he made sure he did a good job kidnapping you at 3 o’clock in the morning, to take you to an abandoned house.
He didn’t even have to drug you, you actually sleep like a fucking boulder. If anything, small sounds wake you more than loud ones.
That was one of the things he loved most about you. Never a fight to put up with.
——
You’ve been trapped in this old, broken dusty room for 2 months now. You’re hungry. You’ve been hungry for hours, days, weeks..
Not to fear though, Eddie’s been right beside you the entire time. Never leaving your side… he won’t leave you alone for a second. It’s honestly bothersome.
——
When you awoke in this house months ago, you were confused. You knew he loved you.. alot but you didn’t think he would keep you away from the world.. forever.
His ears always perk up to the sound of your rumbling tummy, it’s loud enough to echo..
..because it’s been empty for weeks. other than the plate of crackers he brings you occasionally.
“Mm, someone’s hungry huh?” he asks with sarcasm and surprise
“I just filled you up last night baby, you need more?”
“Please.. Eddie I- I need real food my stomach hurts”—
“Shh, shh it’s okay I gotcha”, he says climbing on top of your bedded body, you’re too weak to protest. You did say you’d do anything for him when you guys met didn’t you?
“I know exactly what you need sweetheart, I’ll make that belly of yours full in no time”- he says pulling off your musky underwear, his cock already sprung out
“I’ll get ya so s-stuffed”—, he strains to say as he pushes his cock into you
“Ed please, not like this I’m starvin”—
Smack.
“I know you’re hungry, cock hungry, I’m giving you what you need aren’t I?” You nod sadly, as he pants, pounding into your sore, wet hole
“You should get real full after this, I might even give you seconds so you won’t go hungry again”
He knows you meant hungry for food, but his cock can fill you up just as satisfying as food can. His logic.
*stomach gurgling louder*
“Goddamn, you are hungry huh? Here ya go fuck— fuck I’m cummimg!!”, he shouts filling you to brim—
—
“There you go sweetie, bon appetite” he smirks, pulling out and cuddling you into his side
Silent tears roll down your face, all you wanted was a piece of bread. A crumb.. anything more..
*stomach growls*
His eyes widen, chuckling looking down at you
“Still gotta big appetite dontcha?” he flips you back on to your back
“I think you could go for more, I know you can, you’re just a selfish, needy little bunny” he says patting your belly as if he’s talking about real food this time.
You start to want to say no, but he interjects that you forgot your dessert. Tonight’s special. Cream pie.
But not the kind you wanted.
You’re so hungry.
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⋆·˚ ༘ *𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮
┕━» yandere!eddie x fem!reader
❕warnings❕: yandere tendencies, controling behavior, lying, language, adult themes, smut (mentions of oral, p in v, some sinful shit) The nsfw is highlighted in red, fluff, toxic relationship
a/n: yandere tings ig 😗✌️
『•• what i think eddie would be like if he was absolutely infatuated with you••』
Not edited or betaed.
it's only you who can tell me apart, and it's only you who can turn my wooden heart -- only you, portishead
For starters, you would never know his true colors until it was too late
he's a fun, charismatic guy, and he's well-liked by everyone who actually gets to know him. And before you, he didn't even know that he had those tendencies in the first place.
But when you came into the picture, everything for him changed, and he felt almost a primal need to protect.
It would start out as you just wanting to try something new, the legendary dungeon master inviting you to one of Hellfire's many meet-ups.
You were desperate to make friends seeing as you were new to the small quaint town of Hawkins.
The two of you became fast friends. And that's all you thought you were, friends.
He would insist that he and his club were all you needed, and soon you spoke to nobody else but the Hellfire club.
He would make what seemed like jokes, telling you that anybody other than him didn't deserve someone as sweet as you. And he was right about one thing, you were sweet.
That's how the real shit started.
Before Steve, it was all about having fun and hanging out with you whenever he deemed fit.
Steve was the only person you really spoke to besides the club, and when Eddie found out, he was entirely against it.
"He's nothing but bad news, alright? He just wants to get in your pants, this is 'King Steve' we're talking about." he would tell you once he found out, "Guys like that don't deserve to even be looked at by you."
Because he had said it as if it were a joke, a teasing smile on his face, that's what you passed it off as, a joke.
But now he was attached to your side like a puppy, where ever you went, Eddie was sure to be not far behind.
He even went as far as to learn new subjects for you so you wouldn't have to go to someone else for tutoring.
Finally, after much consulting with Dustin on how to go about it, he asked you out.
You thought Eddie was attractive, funny, and kind, so you couldn’t imagine yourself saying anything else other than yes.
He would treat you like a queen, worshiping the ground you walked on.
Eddie would begin to double down on the time he was already spending with you, which seemed impossible, yet he made it possible.
You enjoyed finding out small things about Eddie during your time spent together, but you mainly talked about you when you were together.
Soon, Eddie knew you as well as you did. He would pick up on little things that you did and keep them in his mind, hoarding them like a magpie.
You would ignore the late-night, uninvited visits from him, his clumsy ass "sneaking" into your room through your window. He insisted that he could sleep without you, and it was true, he couldn't find himself drifting off without his head against your chest and your hands in his hair, his arms wrapped around you tightly as if you were a lifeline.
By the time you noticed something was seriously wrong, it was when he began to keep you from your friends in Hellfire.
He couldn't trust you with anyone else, he felt as though you were treasure, and he needed to save you from being tainted by the disgusting cruelty of the world.
Eddie knew what it felt like to be ridiculed by the world around him, and he couldn't bear the thought of you being treated the same.
With the eventual complaints from you, he would brush them off and dismiss them quickly, trying to distract you with witty banter or jokes to take your mind off of you.
(NSFW) When you finally gave yourself to him, he felt as though he was given a gift from a higher power. You were untouched, a virgin. His pretty, perfect, innocent, untouched princess. He took note of everything that made you tick, memorizing your pussy like a map. He made you feel pleasure you never thought you could. And in a way, it made you more attached to him in the long run.
Soon, sex became a new way to distract you from your concerns, and more so, the people around you.
When you finally manage to make your concerns voiced, avoiding his distractions, he wasn't thrilled. It was explosive.
Eddie was baffled at how you couldn't see how awful people were. How cruel and unforgiving high school hierarchies could be.
He felt shitty for it, but he guilt-tripped you with tears and pleading.
(NSFW) The argument was concluded with his head between your thighs as he whimpered apologies into your cunt as he devoured you. But in the back of his mind, he wasn't sorry at all. It was for your own good.
There was an instance that had truly scared you.
Steve was just trying to be nice, he had spoken to Dustin about what your favorite movies were, and took the liberty of delivering them to your house after he hadn't heard from you. He used the videotapes as an excuse to check on you.
Unfortunately for the hopeless romantic, Eddie was listening from the living room while you spoke with Steve at the front door.
"Ever since you started hanging out with that Munson kid, nobody sees much of you anymore. Are you okay?"
How dare he, how dare he? How dare Steve Harrington make you question your relationship with him. How dare Steve come to your house while you and he were perfectly content watching movies.
Eddie was quick to appear behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist protectively, an eyebrow raising at Steve, daring him to continue.
"Sorry, I didn't know you had company," Steve would apologize.
"No, no, it's alright," you would promise, making Eddie scowl, "We were just watching some movies if you wanted to jo-"
"AAAlright, that's enough, time for you to go, Harrington," Eddie stopped your offer in its tracks, attempting to close the door, but Steve put his foot in the way.
"No man, I don't think so."
Steve knew something was wrong. But he wasn't sure if you knew it as well.
It turned into an argument between the two and quickly escalated from there, Eddie swinging first.
It was all a blur from there. You begged Eddie to get off your friend, and eventually, he did, but not without leaving Steve with a nasty black eye.
When you managed to pull Eddie inside and slam the door behind you, you scolded him, asking what the hell was wrong with him.
"Remember what I told you? He just wants to get in your pants! He wants what's mine!" Eddie would try to reason.
You were pretty shaken up, not in the mood to argue with him, knowing he would never let up. He was stubborn like that.
You were clearly distraught about the situation, and Eddie saw this as yet another opportunity to drive the point home that people were awful and didn't deserve a sweetheart like you.
Eddie had consoled you that night, wiping away our tears as he held your head in his lap. He hated seeing you cry, but it was for your own good.
All for your own good.
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18+!, smut, (forced) pregnancy, gaslighting, yandere!Eddie, basically trying to brainwash reader♡..... Did it before bed, so sorry for any typos and errors hehe,,, I know this is horrible, just go to sleep too!, I love you Eddie, let me have your children ♡
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Eddie knew you were born to succeed. To be a ruler of the world, to run away from this godawful shitty town. You were beautiful, strong, independent, you were ready to eat the world in a single bite.
I mean, that's why he fell in love with you. All the confidence you radiated, how you glowed, how you had that determination in your eyes. You attracted him like bees to a big, sweet honeypot. Eddie tried to convince himself that once you graduated, you were going to get a huge scholarship on a prestigious university and live the life you were born for.
But when that day arrived, he found himself unable to let you go.
He cried, he cupped your face in his cold hands, reeking of weed and beer, and begged for you to never leave him. He looked heartbroken, and you knew that a heartbroken Eddie was the thing you hated the most. You tried to, you really did, but there was no way you would give up your whole future a boy, even if that boy was Eddie Munson, the love of your life.
"Eddie." You cried, struggling between hiccups. "I can't stay. I can't. I don't want to live in Hawkins forever, that's not the life I want for me."
"Please, angel." He kissed you, desperately. He kissed you as his life depended on it. "Please. Don't."
Eddie had a backup plan. Like he always did.
He lied, and he felt guilty just for lying, not for what he was about to do.
"Let me hold you one last time, angelcakes." He whispered, hiding his teary face in the crook of your neck. "Please. I love you."
"I love you too, Eds."
It was loving, sensual, sweet. Eddie kissed every inch of your skin, as if it was the last time he would. He left extra marks, to let everyone know that you had a lover waiting for you, back at home. Between sweet little nothings, promises, soft, slow kisses, you were drunk in his image, his touch, his scent. You were drunk in the Eddie Munson.
"I love you. I love you." Eddie kissed your shoulder, spreading your legs, cupping your face, purposely dragging your gaze from the upcoming union of your bodies. "I love you." He repeated, a little bit louder.
To hide the slight sound of the condom being unrolled from his cock.
"I love you, Eddie." You were so dizzy, so lost in pleasure and love, and in pain too, because the melancholy was still there, knowing this would be the last time you had him in your arms.
He slid in, and you thought about how good it felt, it felt different, it felt better. Maybe because it was the last time. His thrusts were slow too, enjoying every moment, lost in the way your silk, dripping pussy clenched around him, nothing standing in the delicious sensation of his bare cock against your walls.
"It feels s—so good, baby." You moaned, arching your back gracefully and pressing your gorgeous breasts against his chest. "Fuck."
"You're so tight, angel." He groaned, speeding up. "Shit— So good f'me, so sweet. My beautiful girlfriend. Mine. Mine." He continued rambling, and you adored it. This was your Eddie, the cheesy lover, your devoted worshipper.
"Yours." You complied. Sealing your destiny.
His rough fingertips against your clit worked wonders to drag you to that dizzy, adored subspace. You mumbled, you cried, you whined for more, for him. You were overwhelmed by the love, the lust, and you came, screaming his name, the moon and the stars being the only witnesses of your first love. A few seconds later, Eddie did too, inside you, like he always did.
He kept talking, whispering the same little nothings, the same prayers, the signature Eddie Munson's love language, to distract you from the way his cum slid down your swollen, puffy cunt. He offered you a warm bath, one you didn't hesitated to accept. Your back pressed against his chest, as he wrapped his arms around you, hearing your quiet sniffles.
But Eddie, he was praying. Praying for his plan to work♡.
The next morning, you woke up in his arms, treasuring the night before as one of the best ones in your whole life.
Eddie, dear, dear Eddie, was thrilled.
You were his.
♡˚✧₊⁎
Eddie was in his room, alone. His uncle was away for a few days, so while blasting his favorite mixtape, he didn't heard the first time you knocked on the door, or the second, or the third time.
Until you banged your fist against his window, he jolted, rushing his bare feet towards the front door.
There you were, crying, with puffy red eyes, and carrying a big box, and your backpack.
Oh. Oh. Oh.
You sobbed against his chest, shaking uncontrollably. Your words were confusing, a mere blur, but Eddie already knew what was going on, and he was glad you were still whining on his chest, so he could hide the pleased smirk in his pretty face.
"Angelcakes." He said, cupping your flushed cheeks, kissing your tears away. "What happened?"
As if he didn't knew the answer.
"Eddie." You whined his name, with adorable glassy eyes. Goddess, he just wanted to eat you whole. "M—My parents... they... I—" Another sob rocked your body, making you shiver. "I'm pregnant."
He used every ounce of self control he had left, to suppress the sick, wide grin that threatened his lips. He just brushed your hair, kissing your forehead.
"We'll figure it out together, my love." He placed a hand on top of your stomach, rubbing his thumb lovingly. "I promise you I'll be there for both of you."
"Please d—don't leave me."
"I will never leave you, princess."
You didn't realized how serious he was.
"What about school?" He asked, and he sighed when you broke into painful sobs again.
"My p—parents say that they won't help m—me with the moving E—Eddie, no money, no car, I have nothing!" 
That was a lie, you had him.
What else could you ask for?
"You don't need 'em, baby." He kissed your lips, holding back a groan at the salty taste of your tears in his mouth. "You have me, I'll do anything you need, anything you want, name it, it's yours." He meant every word. "You don't need the rest of the world when you're with me, because I am your whole world, just like you're my whole world, right?"
You nodded, sniffing.
"That's right, princess. We'll sort this together, we can do it. I'll get a job, you can stay here in the trailer with me, you know Wayne adores you. For you, for us, for our little family. You don't need anyone else, your parents don't matter now, okay? Only us. You will stay here with me, okay? Yes, yes baby. My baby. My beautiful girl. Mine."
"Yours, Eddie." You gave him a shy smile, and you could literally see the hearts flying around his head.
"Mine."
#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x reader smut#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson angst#eddie munson dark fic#yandere!eddiemunson x reader#yandere!eddie munson#eddie munson brainrot#i love you eddie munson#eddie by omel!#omenhel's love letters#instead of sleeping
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princess orders. ୭⋆*｡
pairings : soft yandere!eddie munson x hyperfeminine!female reader.
summary : eddie doesn't follow orders but when he is with you, well, he changes his own rules on obeying.
includes : dark themes, kinda angsty, mainly fluff tho.
author's note : i thought of this while listening to my mom's record of madonna and i just loved the idea so much i had to write something about eddie listening to her. this is my first (kind of a) long fic so feedback will be appreciated! hope u girlies enjoy it<3
for Eddie, school is not something important.
to be a guitarist in a band, he doesn't need maths, psychics, chemistry or one of those boring sub themes of math.
he sometimes would skip classes and go to the school's parking lot to smoke, paint people's cars or to sell weed.
“munson!” the harsh scream of his name shut his spaced out self. “Paying attention?” Mrs. Wells annoyingly asked, her glasses in the top of her head.
“Of course, why would I miss knowing about... ” His eyes went small as he tried to read what was on the board. “ World War II. ” His monotone voice made some students laugh, other roll his eyes while his teacher only sighed.
“Just, pay attention. ” He nodded, sinking in his chair while glancing at the classroom clock. Five more minutes until he sees you.
the reason he started showing up to these boring classes, doing his homework, showing up in time to school rehearsals or those stupid championships it's because of you.
you, beautiful you.
a lovesick smile showed in his face while his thoughts drifted to your existence.
you're probably in class listening to your teacher explaining some weird science thing, your legs intertwined with each other, biting your pencil trying to figure out what the hell are you learning.
oh, what he would give to be with you right now.
️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣
a heavy sigh left your lips as you left the classroom along some other students, walking to your closer, wishing to go home and sink in bed; or to go to your boyfriend's van and listen to him playing guitar while you draw in your notebook literal hearts, stars, flowers...
your thoughts were interrupted to the heavy sound of your locker being hit by some jock.
“ so, y/n. ” you smiled, nodding your head as you hugged the chemistry books to your chest.
“ that's me! ” you enthusiastically said, a giggle coming out as your turned to open your locker; the jock moving himself to stand next to you.
“ well, i was wondering, some of us are going to go to this party. ” you nodded again, not really paying attention to him as you left all your books in the small pinkish inside of your locker. “ wanna go with me? ”
before you could even process what he asked, you felt another hand grabbing your waist.
“ move, ken doll. ” the voice of your boyfriend made you smile, turning to him as you closed your locker, squealing as you hugged him.
“ eddie! i missed you so much! ” he smiled triumphantly, wrapping his arms in your waist, trying to cover your pink lace panties that your skirt failed to hide.
“ i missed you more, sweetheart. ” he said back, ignoring the jock scoff before leaving with some friends of his.
“ nope, i missed you much more. ” you brought your hands to his denim jacket, closing the distance between the both of you with a kiss, a hard passionate kiss.
you'd think that by the way the both of you made out in school hallways you didn't see each other for a long time and not just for thirty minutes but well, for eddie and for you that's a lifetime.
a hard thud was heard as your back hit the locker, his hands gripping your short pink skirt, both of your bodies almost molding into one before the bell rang making you break the kiss and opening your eyes comically wide.
“ practice! eds, i gotta go. ” he almost whined, making his lips a thin line as he moved to the side so you could move. “ remember i end in twenty minutes— oh, could you get my pink lemonade from that place we went? ” at the end of your sentence you pouted as you always did when asking him to do something for you (which was almost every moment of the day), your pink glossy lips looked so beautiful eddie had to steady himself.
“ of course, baby. wan' me to get you a cake too? ” he asked with that crazy love showing in his eyes as he watched you open your locker again just to fix your makeup, closing it again with a dramatic gasp.
“ yeah! ” you pouted again almost smiling this time. “ you, eddie munson, are the best boyfriend a girl can have. ” you came closer just to kiss his right cheek, 'booping' his nose and giggling as you went to your cheerleading practice after saying a quick and soft “ g'bye. ”
eddie could die happy in that moment.
️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣
“ 'cause we're living in a material world, and i am a material girl! ” you hummed the rest of the song, now focused on finishing your nails as you painted them with the new nail polish eddie bought, a cute pink you didn't had before, this one had glitter on it!
your voice was something that always made eddie smile, doesn't matter if you're teasing him, explaining some movie you watched with your family, telling him about the new clothes you got, he will always pay attention just as long as he can hear your voice so, in this ocassion he had to endured the loud music of madonna you have being listening for the past hour.
seeing eddie in your room could be comical, a dark spot laying between your plushies, in a soft pink sheet with dark pink pillows; surrounded with a pink room, filled with posters of elvis presley, michael j. fox, river phoenix and paul mccartney, a big closet filled with different tones of pink, few white clothes too (those were ones nancy gifted you, smiling as she saw how excited you were of the soft material) and your iconic shoes with small heels.
there's a lot of difference between you and eddie as a couple, you are a big splash of pink with glitter while eddie is the black edgy spot you sometimes see. when you both began dating, some people in school made fun of it, thinking it was some mean prank you were pulling on eddie, everyone waiting for the punchline.
it wasn't until the whole school saw the both of you making out in the school's cafeteria that they confirmed it, in a gross way for them anyway.
you jumped out of bed when you finished painting your nails, giving eddie a kiss on his cheek as you walked to your closet, choosing your fluffy pajamas you liked to wear in this type of cold nights.
“ will you stay? ” you asked as you turned to look at him, taking your shorts and blouse off, an innocent look in your face.
if eddie was a beginner in your relationship, he would've mistaken what you were doing as a simple accident but he is better at figuring you out. the glimpse of mischief in your eyes always gave you away.
“ my, my, does my spoiled princess wishes me to stay? ” at the nickname you giggled, nodding as you put the pajamas on. he sighed, faking a (dramatic) thinking face as you whined, making your way to the bed with a pout. “ hm, i don't know if i should... have you been a good girl for me? ” he asked with a soft teasing tone in his voice, watching you crawl next to him in the bed.
“ i'm always a good girl for you! ” you whined again, looking up at him with those pretty bambi eyes and as you cuddled to him feeling the warmth of his body, you saw how a smile appear on his face.
“ well then, i will obey my little girl's orders. ” you laughed, that soft laugh you keep just for him to hear, he always knew the real you.
“ goodnight. ” after a small yawn you left your hands in his chest, resting your cheek in his shoulders while he turned the cute night lamp you had next to his side of the bed, kissing your head as he mumbled a goodnight as well.
eddie stayed there, staring at the ceiling and smiling a little for a few minutes before closing his eyes. he can take your mother screaming at him for sleeping in your room tomorrow — for now he just wants to enjoy the feeling of your body against his, the feeling of you and just you.
#yandere!eddie munson#yandere eddie munson x reader#yandere eddie munson#dark!eddie munson#dark eddie munson x reader#dark eddie munson
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Hell yeah I'd let Stevie be my boyfriend! But then... what about Eddie? He's still a perv, and he hasn't gotten the hint yet....
But maybe... one day a week or two later, when you and Steve are streaming together, Steve fucking into you with blissful moans and the squish of flesh on flesh, there's a small tap on the window that neither of you hear.
Then a second or two later, there's another, louder, tap.
And the window opens, and in tumbles a leather jacket wearing, long curly haired, Male.
And that is where the fun begins.
HRRMRMRHHRHRHHGGGGHHH......imagine....i will set the scene for u......
(cws: yandere, perv!steddie, kinda stalkery)
imagine spending an evening together with your new boyfriend, barely a week into what you would tentatively call a serious relationship. Steve's held himself to his word without any need for intervention from you, and he's actually pretty nice, once you get over the whole "virgin incel living in his basement apartment" vibe. you can clean him up pretty well, and you're even teaching him how to kiss properly on this particular night--the night when you have a day off from streaming, thankfully, because you don't hear the pebbles hitting your window until it's being slid open and someone's tumbling in. Steve's still on top of you, mouth open against your neck, pants unbuttoned as you shriek and he jumps as he thinks he did something wrong, but then his eyes cast over the curly-haired man slumped over your bedroom floor and he gasps softly.
"Eddie?" he whispers, and the lithe, boyish-looking guy in his leather jacket stumbles up to his feet, his stare fixated entirely on you before he goes a little pink and turns to shut your window behind him. with a few more whispers exchanged, your boyfriend hastily explains that he's a friend! they met online on a forum about you but never in person, but only when Eddie mumbles out his username does it click in your brain and you realize that you do know him. he's the other one you extended an invitation to, having completely forgotten about it once Steve had shown up and stayed. poor guy was so nervous about meeting you in real life he couldn't bring himself to be as bold as Steve....but after seeing you two on stream, he's too jealous not to come remind you that he's also your biggest fan.
and he's a little rougher than Steve. he gropes you harder, kisses you with more tongue, he bites--but he's got that natural, animalistic instinct that makes him touching you feel like a dream. they're both so malleable that it's a little dizzying, having two men absolutely feral for you to the point that they just can never get enough of your presence. poor Steve's afraid at first, even though he likes Eddie--will you move on? he doesn't want you to move on, please say you won't leave him, please? but they're both surprisingly reassured by the idea of sharing when you teasingly bring it up. they're a little too into it, in fact, and when they sneak off after fucking you raw and start planning between themselves while you sleep, you're gonna be hit with the fact that inviting them in might have been a mistake. because you won't be able to take it back if you end up changing your mind--the two of them absolutely refuse to let you go once their idol is in their grasp.
#steddie#steddie x reader#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve harrington x reader#eddie munson x reader#perv!steve harrington#perv!eddie munson#yandere!steve harrington#yandere!eddie munson#spicy writing#st 4#stranger things#ellie writes#anons
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yandere! obsessed! eddie munson
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mannequin! reader — PT 3
(PT 1) (PT 2)
the last part is coming soon <\3 and it will contain smut
as always pls be kind to me! i am new to this!
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his mood suddenly changing as he snapped his fingers. "red's friend! she's.. she's got magic right? she can help me may-maybe she could bring you to life." he said frantically looking for his black jeans.
he grabbed his walkie and started to shout into it, “red do you copy?!”
he smacked the piece of junk before trying again, “red.. do you copy?!”
he turned to look at you, silently praying this plan’ll work.
“yeah.. yeah what is it? what do you want?” max replied; obvious that she had just woken up, her voice being strained.
“your friend uhh the magic one with the bloody nose and the bal- the uhh the bald head. she still around?” eddie asked tone growing with desperation.
this had to work right?
eddie saw you, heard you talk, and felt the soft velvet pieces of love that you called kisses in his dreams. he truly believes you’re real. he just needed a way to make what he believed a reality.
max snorted, “she’s laying next to me why? what could you possibly need so early in the morning?”
“dammit red! now is not the time for jokes. i need you to ask her to tell me how to make something..come..alive.” he stammered.
although he couldn’t see it, eddie knew max enough to know she made a face through the phone.
“come alive? we’re gonna need more info then that idiot, we’ll be over to your trailer in five.”
eddie throw the walkie on the couch, “shit shit shit shit shit. baby this is it!” he shouted. his toothy grin placed on display as he looked at your ruler straight legs.
after about five minutes max and eleven barged into your shared trailer with eddie; without knocking.
max immediately started calling for eddie, “hey idiot we’re here! where are yo- oh..my..god.” she cut herself off.
you were still in his hellfire shirt, with what looked like a black curly haired wig on. looking emotionless as ever, with all of your limbs facing in front of you.
“what is that?” el asked, her head tilting to the side. “eddie wants this alive?”
by now max was bent over holding onto her stomach for strength, “you bet your ass he does.” she replies, bursting into a fit of giggles in between each word.
eddie stumbled out of his room, “red! and baldy! glad you guys could make it.”
“look i know it seems crazy but i need you to help me bring this doll alive. she’s- she’s important to me.” he said voice laced with distress.
“it is easy.” eleven spoke.
max pushed her hand in front of eleven’s chest, “but what’s in it for us?” she asked.
“i’ll give you five bucks everyday for a week.” eddie said.
“two.”
“jesus ch- fine two weeks.”
“pleasure doing business with you.” she smirked, nodding toward eleven.
eleven stepped forward before turning to face you, taking a deep breath before staring profusely at you.
nothing was happening, so she tried again.
still.. nothing.
“i do not know what is wrong. it should have worked. i am sorry.” eleven said, turning around giving an apologetic stare into eddie’s hopeless eyes.
you could see the light in eddie’s face flickering and fading. he was losing every bit of hope in feeling your warmth against him.
“it’s okay, you know uh it’s. it’s okay. thanks for coming guys.” he replied.
max pulled elevens hand and began tugging her towards the door, “sorry eddie.” she mumbled before her and eleven left.
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ten minutes went by and you hadn’t moved so much as an inch.
to say eddie was stressed was an understatement, “what a fucking dumbass. i couldn’t believe i actually thought..” he trailed off.
from your perspective, something about his voice this time was different; much more clear..prominent..strong.
you could actually..hear him this time.
eddie leaned down and stared into your doe eyes, noticing the glare from the light reflecting into them.
“doll?” he asked.
with each second that passed your skin grew softer..warmer. although, you showed him no signs of life, causing him to turn around in defeat.
you started to blink abruptly, rubbing your fingers against the the soft texture that was your palm.
where am i?
who am i?
where is the boutique?
the sight in front of you no longer a vast diversity of people rushing by with shopping bags.
instead, it was a slightly unkept trailer with a line of hats used as decorations around it. with the overwhelming scent of vanilla and cigarettes.
it felt so nice to finally sit comfortably, you thought that you were only capable of standing forever.
while you were practicing your walk; which looked more like a tiny waddle than anything, you found yourself playing with hem of the shirt you were wearing.
“god damn lying son of a- bitch- oh this is stupid this is so- shit shit shit shit.”
you flinched at the sudden shouting, it scaring and interrupting you from your thoughts.
you recognized his voice, although you couldn’t quite understand what it was that he was saying.
lying?
son of bitch?
your legs began to bring you toward the room where the shouting came from. the door was cracked slightly; giving you the opportunity to peek inside, which is exactly what you did.
you gently pushed the door a little bit farther back so you could see who the rough velvety voice belonged to.
there was a boy tugging at his curly brown hair, his back facing you as he paced around the room. you could practically feel the anger radiating off of him, but you didn’t know exactly how to approach him nor make him feel better.
the door made a creaking sound, causing the both of you to flinch. your once sweaty palm that was pressed against the door froze, your feet glued to the floor.
eddie froze, he was sure of the noise he heard even while he was pacing like a mad man. before you could even get the chance to run and hide from his sight, he turned around.
his mind went blank at the sight of you standing at the entrance of his door, and without his help this time.
the sight of what is a normal sized shirt to him looking oversized on you made him melt.
“doll..” eddie said. not even a terrible D&D campaign could possibly remove the radiating smile off of his face.
you’re.. you’re here.
you’re alive.
“c’mere sweetheart.” he said softly, voice laced a honey-like tone alluring you toward him with small steps.
he didn’t look scary from what you could tell, more like a huge teddy bear with long hair.
his hands were now wrapped around your waist, eyes grazing over every crevice and inch of your pretty little body. your tanned skin felt so soft against his palm, despite the the thin fabric between his flesh and yours.
“you’re finally mine now sweetheart, just me and you. what should i name you huh?” he whispered, his breath puffing against your face. the smell of mint invading your nose.
“lauren? no..”
“vicky? ew god no.”
“how about.. y/n, it’s beyond perfect. suits you so well sweetheart.”
he smiled, the grip he had on your waist growing tighter. “your name is y/n now princess, and my name is eddie.”
“e-eddsie?” you whispered, head tilted to the side like a lost puppy.
your voice was everything like he had imagined and more, causing him to grin even wider.
“yeah sweetheart, eddsie.”
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have i the right? |yandere!eddie munson x reader|
prompt: ever since you started working at turtle's tapes, you and eddie have grown closer and closer until he finally asks you out. it feels like the pieces of your life are finally falling into place, things are going right for once- but things are not always what they seem.
contains: minors dni 18+. dark fic. dark!eddie. yandere!eddie. dark tones of the fic. stalking, obsession, breaking and entering, mentions of past violence, mentions of past trauma and relationships. masturbation.
Twelve days.
Twelve days since you walked in. Eddie didn’t know what divine intervention had stepped in, decided to shine down on him and bring you into Turtle’s Tapes, a resume in hand, asking for Mel.
You had been so jittery, fingers drumming on the strap of your leather shoulder bag. Red nails, freshly painted, Eddie could tell by the smudges around the edges you hadn’t bothered to clean up. He didn’t point it out, couldn’t even if he wanted to. Tongue too thick, breath caught and suffocating in his throat, wrapped around the words he wasn’t even sure he’d form yet.
He managed to point you to the back office, croak out the words he couldn’t even remember, hoping his cheeks didn’t reveal the flush of heat thrumming through his body when you smiled at him, waving when you walked away.
“You’re working again?”
A giggly voice had Eddie turning, spine straightening, shoulders rolling back when he turned from the stack of records he was sorting.
You had your hair up today, pulled back so he could see your face fully, more features for him to memorize.
“Yeah,” Eddie snorted, chin ducking to his chest, a waterfall of curls hiding the pink of his cheeks. “Brenda called out of another shift.” The eye roll he added made you giggle.
“Again? Why do they even keep her around?” You muttered, grabbing a stack of records out of the shipment box, handing the top one- Out of Time- over to Eddie. Your nails were starting to chip now, around the edges, flaked red polish.
“Well, she-she’s not bad. Pretty good on the register.” Eddie grabbed the record, sucking in a breath to calm the excited tremble in his hands.
“Right.” You frowned, lips puckering out the way they did when you were thinking. Eddie noticed it on your first day of training, when he was explaining how to stack the eight tracks, an adorable tick he found himself thinking about at night, staring at his ceiling replaying every word you’d said.
“I didn’t- I wasn’t trying to be bitchy.” You shook your head lightly. “I was- I mean, you’re always taking her shifts. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“No, no,” Eddie’s grip tightened on the record, the plastic wrapping crinkling under his touch. “I know you weren’t.”
Stupid, stupid, Eddie cursed himself, watching your face fall. The bell trilled, pulling your attention to greet the customer with a cheery tone. You were still new, still eager to impress and help, not weathered and worn from customer service like Eddie. He was thankful for it, truthfully.
Eddie liked watching you work, liked watching you in general. When he could cut his eyes, stare shamelessly like he used to in freshman year algebra, watching Stacy Simmons from the back corner of the class.
You were better than Stacy Simmons. Prettier. Definitely nicer. Stacy never even looked at Eddie, he wasn’t even sure she knew he existed, even when he sent her the candy-gram on Valentine’s Day.
He wondered what kind of candy you liked, what it would have been like to go to high school with you. If you would have acknowledged him, maybe even been friends with him? Gone to prom, wore a corsage he pinned on with his Judas Priest button.
“Were you a cheerleader in high school?” Eddie asked when you finally migrated back over to him, stocking on the other side of the stacks.
“What?” Your nose crinkled lightly, lips curling in a tiny smile. “A cheerleader?”
“Yeah.” Eddie’s heart hammered, chest burning with regret, embarrassment. What a stupid fuckin’ question, Munson, why would you ask that?
“No.” You giggled, shaking your head. “Do I look like I was a cheerleader?” You snorted lightly, brow raising playfully.
Eddie wanted to tell you, you looked like the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, prettier than a cheerleader, than an angel.
Instead, he thumbed through the stacks, pretending to look for a record, a desperate attempt to play it cool. “Kinda.” He shrugged. “Not in a bad way, you’re just… you get really peppy when you’re helping people.”
“Peppy?” You laughed.
“Yeah.” Eddie smirked. “I mean, your voice raises.”
“Wow.” You shook your head, lips rolling, biting back a smirk. “I didn’t even realize I did that. I guess I do.”
Eddie’s stomach turned, a violent, sharp jab when your smile dropped slightly. Munson, don’t ever speak again. What the fuck is wrong with you today? Get it together.
“It’s not a bad thing.” Eddie shook his head, sweaty palms gripping the stack of records. “You’re- The customers really like you.”
“Thanks.” You muttered. There was that silence, filling the space between you. Eddie loathed it, feared it, terrified that it would linger forever, that he might never hear the sound of your voice again because he drove you away.
“Do you close tonight?” You hummed, shuffling down to the next stack. Head still tilted down but eyes lifted to look at Eddie, lines creasing on your forehead that he’d never seen before. A new angle of you for him to preoccupy his thoughts with, play in his fantasies.
“Yeah.” Eddie nodded, swallowing down the growing lump in his throat, thumb twisting the ring around his middle finger. His stack was gone, finished, but he wouldn’t dare leave to get another. Not while you were talking, while he was in your attention.
Instead, he pretended to organize the names, shuffling the stacks. “Just us tonight.” His lips curled, dimples deep in a grin.
You smiled back, soft but bright, enough to make his heart flutter and take flight. “Fun.” You shrug sweetly. “That means we can change the music, right? I don’t think I can listen to Amy Grant on a loop again.”
“Yeah, definitely. As soon as Mel leaves we can.” Eddie swore he was in love, hoping you couldn’t see the blush in his cheeks. Every second he spent with you, time built his feelings, made them grow stronger and stronger.
“Play something actually good.” Eddie smiled. He’d been shuffling the same records back and forth, fiddling between his hands.
“I’m sure you will. You have great taste.” The compliment was so natural, so easy coming from you. Still, it made Eddie blister and burn at the praise, so sure his heart might swell and tear through his ribcage, splatter all over the aisles and on your t-shirt.
“The customers really like you too. Always come in and ask for your recommendations.” You added, filing in the last of your record stack.
“Yeah? Thanks, I mean,” Eddie took a breath, swallowing down a stutter, jumbling of words. “Thanks. Just trying to keep the kids cool, y’know? This grunge shit.” Eddie shook his head. “Sorry, I know you’re a fan. Nirvana’s not that bad.”
You laughed, shaking your head at him, an empty box cradled on your hip. “So I guess I can’t convince you to spin Nevermind tonight?” You batted your eyes at him sweetly, lip tucked between your teeth. Eddie’s knees tightened.
As soon as Mel left, Eddie was tearing open the album, shoving Heart in Motion back in its slip with far less care than he should have. Mel would bitch him out, bitch him for opening and playing a non-approved album on the store’s system. Eddie didn’t care, he’d buy the album in secret, give it to you maybe. Slip it in your locker with a note.
If your smile was anything like what you gave him when the opening chords to Smells Like Teen Spirit played through the speakers, he’d buy you a million of those fucking albums.
The hours were slow for a Thursday, especially with the new releases. Not that Eddie minded, he’d never complain about a lack of asshole highschool kids, demanding for cassettes and tapes.
“I think it’s because of the rain.” You tilted your head back, looking out the front window, painted and splattered with rain drops.
Eddie was convinced you could read his mind, sure you might be his soul mate, made just for him. “Yeah, I think so.” He nodded, wiping off the counter with a sudsy rag.
You sighed, heavy, pushing past your lips, puckering them in a perfect pout. Eddie’s tongue ran over his bottom lip, the soapy warm water seeping through his fingers.
“I was hoping it would hold over until I got off.” You admitted, shoulder’s falling, dragging the broom lazily around your dust piles. “I forgot an umbrella or a rain jacket.”
Eddie paused, a second longer than he should have, your attention moved to him. “You- Sorry, you walked?” Eddie shook his head lightly, curls bobbing, brushing against his cheeks.
“Yeah,” You muttered, looking down at the broom, pushing the piles of dirt around. “My car’s in the shop. They said it would be ready a week ago.”
Eddie’s fingers curled around the rag, water piling and pooling in the spot in front of him. He’d find where your car was, make them fix it, fix it himself if he had to.
Still, your rainy predicament gave him an opportunity he’d been looking for. Plotting and mulling over for the past twelve days.
“I can give you a ride.” Eddie shrugged, dragging the rag, stained with dirt from the years of use, over the glass, prismatic streaks on the glass from the cleaner.
“No,” You shook your head politely, sweeping the dirt pile into the dustpan. “I can’t ask you to do that. It’s fine, honestly, I live really close-”
“-C’mon.” Eddie rolled his eyes lightly. “It’s pouring and it’s dark. Shouldn’t walk alone at night, anyways. Lots of weirdos out.”
Your own heart skipped at his tone, thrilling and thrumming with excitement. “I mean, if it’s not a problem.” You hesitated. “I can give you some gas money-”
“-No, don’t.” Eddie said firmly, plopping the rag back in the bucket of water. “It’s not a problem, seriously. I don’t mind.”
Your lips curled, a shy smile. “Thank you.” You nodded. “I really appreciate it, Eddie.”
“It’s not a problem.” Eddie shrugged. “Besides, you’re not wearing the right shoes.” He nodded towards your white Keds, cloth on top, stained with dirt from your walk here. “Can’t let them get ruined.”
“They’re already ruined. Really dirty, I need to clean them.” You smirked, toes wiggling in your sneakers. “But thank you.”
“Hey, it’s no problem.” Eddie shrugged, trailing you when you crossed the store, bending over to brush up another pile of dirt. Your shirt rode up, jeans lowering just enough for Eddie’s breath to still entirely. The strings of your panties, high cut, a lavender shade peeking over the band of your denim, that had Eddie’s head spinning.
His face flushed, blood rushing straight to his crotch, shamelessly. A still soapy hand adjusted himself, turning so you wouldn’t see. Wouldn’t see how easily he was flustered, attracted to you. The last thing he needed to do was scare you off, fuck this all up again.
Like with Chrissy.
Eddie winced, teeth clenching at his own thoughts. No, he wouldn’t think about her. You weren’t anything like her. How dare he insult you like that, comparing you so lowly to her.
His eyes cut back to you, hips swaying while you swept to the beat of Lithium, head bobbing to the clash of the drums.
No, he knew better this time. He’d be more careful. He wouldn’t mess this up.
Eddie gave you his keys to the store, let you lock up while he took the trash, sprinting to his van. He shoved the cigarette buds in the plastic trash bag, smushing down the brown, grease soaked fast-food paper bags he’d carelessly tossed in his passenger side. He would’ve had his car detailed if he would have known he’d be giving you a ride.
“Ed?” Your voice carried around the corner.
“Back here!” Eddie called, jamming his keys into the van’s ignition, the engine sputtering to life before evening out into a steady roar. One leg out, Eddie stopped, sucking in a breath. He swiped the yellow scrunchie off his gear shift, shoving it in his pocket just as you turned the corner.
Eddie smiled, walking to the dumpster, flinging the bag in. “Sorry, just wanted to get the car started. It takes a while for it to warm up.”
He held the door open for you, bowing dramatically when you slipped in. You giggled at his antics, and his heart soared, fluttered with pride. Eddie slipped into the driver’s side, eyes scanning the console and back of the van nonchalantly when he backed out, making sure he hadn’t left anything lying about.
He was more careful after what happened before. More aware, double checking his steps, but the scrunchie had him on edge. It was close, too close for his comfort.
“Seriously, thank you.” You looked over at Eddie, the glow of the street lights cast a nearly angelic, golden luster over your features. “Saved me from getting sick.” You nodded towards the window, Eddie’s wipers creaking with every swipe over the glass.
“Can’t have that now.” Eddie smirked, looking over at you, throwing his blinker on. “Have to take your shifts too. Then I’ll really be overworked.”
You laughed, looking out the window, smile falling as Eddie cruised down the familiar street.
“But seriously, if you ever need me to take a shift for you, I don’t care to.” Eddie shrugged, eyes cutting over to yours. He didn’t see the way you’d stilled, hands wringing in your lap, spine rigid. “I was just kidding.”
You stayed silent, heart hammering, inching further and further up your throat. Eddie frowned, looking over at you. “You alright?”
Your wide eyed gaze met his, scared, startled. He saw flashes of Chrissy before him, merging into his vision. “What?” Eddie cringed. He didn’t mean to sound so fierce. “Are you alright?”
“How do you know where I live?” You asked, blinking at Eddie, eyes rounded. Your eyes cut to the road ahead, Eddie inching closer to your apartment complex.
His heart stopped, a pause that lingered a little bit longer than he meant it to. “You told me.” He blurted, a white knuckled grip on the wheel, turning back towards the road. “When you started, you told me you lived at Magnolia Place. My friend Jeff lives over there, remember?”
You had mentioned it, not to him, to Lindy. Eddie had overheard it, when he was lingering around, watching you from behind cassette stacks. You frowned, but your grip loosened, relaxing. Eddie held his breath, switching his hand casually, freeing his right hand- just in case.
“Oh,” You chirped, flushing with embarrassment, chin tucking towards your chest. “I-I’m sorry. I forgot about that.” You shook your head.
“It’s alright.” Eddie shrugged casually, his fingers loosening around the wheel.
“No, that was weird of me.” You shook your head, hands rubbing down your face. “I watch too much Dateline.” You laugh softly. “It’s always the single girl in an apartment alone, y’know?”
Eddie smirked. “Do I give off those creeper vibes?” His eyes cut to yours, longer than they should have, reading your reaction. “Bundy vibes or something?”
“No,” Your laugh made him relax, exhaling slowly. “I’m just- I don’t know. I need medicated. I get, like, super worried about things sometimes.” You looked down at your nails, picking at the chipping polish.
“No, that’s a good thing. Better to be careful.” Eddie nodded, turning into the apartment complex. “Ok, now I do need you to tell me which one. Left or right?”
“I’m in the very back right.” You pointed through the rainy window, drizzle still steady.
Eddie turned the wheel with his palm, slowing the van to a cruise through the parking lot. “Where does your friend live?”
“Hm?” Eddie hummed, brow furrowed, looking over at you.
“Your friend?” You pressed lightly. “You said he lives over here? Where, if you don’t mind me asking? I just… it would be nice to know someone just in case.”
Eddie craned his head, heart thrumming in his chest rapidly. “He lives right there.” Eddie pointed, finger pressed to the window. “On the left side.”
You nodded slowly, leaning forward, close enough that Eddie could smell your perfume. His head spinning, stilling entirely, scared to move and have you inch away.
“But if you ever need anything,” Eddie followed your muttering of directions. “You can just call me. I don’t live too far.”
“That’s sweet,” You smiled softly, turning so you were inches away from Eddie’s face. He hoped you couldn’t feel the heat radiating off his cheeks. “I don’t want to bother you, though.”
“You’re not.” Eddie shook his head. “I promise. I’ll let you know if you bother me.”
“Yeah?” You laughed, Eddie could feel your breath on his curls.
“Yeah. Oh, yeah.” Eddie nodded, sliding into a parking space easily. “You’ll know.”
You smiled, and for a moment, Eddie contemplated leaning forward, grabbing your face with his hands and kissing you. You moved before he could, unfastening your seat belt instead. Eddie tried to hide his huff of disappointment.
Too slow, Munson, you’re always too fucking slow.
“Well, thank you, again.” You reached for your purse, slipping your arm through the leather strap. “I really appreciate it.”
“Any time.” Eddie’s fingers drummed on his denim clad thigh, desperately racking his brain for anything, anything to get you to stay. Even just for a second longer.
“Enjoy your day off.” You smiled, the streetlights above you catching in your eyes. “You deserve it.”
“Thanks.” Eddie gave a tight lipped smile, heart jumping when your fingers cradled around the door handle. “Wait-” Eddie’s voice was sharper than he meant, your head whipping around towards him.
“Sorry,” Eddie blushed. “I just- You don’t close tomorrow, right?” Eddie asked, foot shaking by the brakes, the rumble of the engine vibrating the soles of his shoes.
“No, I’m an opener. I get off that four.” You smiled proudly.
“Oh, well, I was thinking if, um,” Get it the fuck together, Munson. “If you’re not busy tomorrow after work, I- we could go to The Hideout?”
You blinked. “I mean, I know we talked about it, and you said you’d never been. I’m not playing tomorrow, but I-I know the band that is. We could go and listen to the music, or just go and hang out. It’s really fun, really chill.” Eddie rambled. Chill? Who says chill?
“If you want to.” Eddie blurted before you could reply. “I-I know you probably have plans, or something better to do-”
“-No,” You shook your head, a smile spreading over your features, beaming as bright as the streetlamp about the two of you. “I mean, yes I want to go. No, I’m not busy.” You gave him a small, breathy laugh.
“That sounds like fun.” Eddie was convinced it was a dream, the entire interaction. You in his van, agreeing to go out with him. His luck was finally changing, falling into place.
“Yeah?” Eddie’s eyes were bright. “Yeah, I-I mean it will be. I promise.” His foot still shook. “I’ll pick you up.”
“Yeah, that-that would be nice.” You beamed, heart fluttering with butterflies, tingling with excitement.
“I can get you at seven? We can get there kinda early and get a good seat by the front if you want.” Eddie couldn’t help his smile, couldn’t hide it even if he wanted to.
“Sounds good.” You smiled. There was a pause, and you weren’t sure why, what came over you when you leaned forward, lips pressing in a soft peck to Eddie’s cheek, soft over the crease of his dimples.
Eddie flushed, body burning, flaming with heat, he knew he wasn’t hiding. You grinned, a small giggle, bubbly like the two of you were in junior high, kissing behind the bleachers.
“I-I’ll see you tomorrow.” You grinned, opening the door. Eddie nodded, eyes still wide, lovesick or maybe lovestruck- he couldn’t decide.
“Thank you again!” You squeaked, shutting the door, scampering to your door. You turned, waving at him before pushing the door open, slipping inside.
Eddie sat, in a daze, head foggy, blinded with a rush of emotions. He could feel your lips on his cheek, a light tingling imprinted onto his skin.
He’d nearly ruined it, fucked it all up before it even began. He wouldn’t let that happen, couldn’t be careless like before.
Eddie pulled out of the parking spot, the light from your bedroom catching his eye in the rearview as it flickered on, blinds wide open. For someone who watches so much Dateline, you should know better.
Eddie’s stomach turned, foot pressing into the gas, halting in front of another complex. Eddie turned, adjusting the rear view mirror so he could see you. Maybe you hadn’t left it open. His mind swam, flooded with fear. He couldn’t live with himself if something happened.
Just a quick check. Make sure she’s alright, and then leave. It won’t be like last time.
Eddie let the van roll to a stop, cutting the headlights before killing the ignition. A steady stream of rain drummed on the roof of the van, melodic and calming. Eddie reached in his pocket, holding your yellow scrunchie. The thing that had nearly blown his whole plan. He swiped it from your locker four days ago, held it close to his nose that night, hand wrapped around his shaft, eyes fluttering closed, breathing in your scent and imagining what it would be like if you were there instead.
Eddie closed his fist around the silk, tucking it back in his pocket, reaching for his leather jacket, thrown over the back seat. An old Yankees cap, navy and worn in the floor of the van’s trunk. Eddie slipped the cap over his curls, pulling the brim low, zipping his jacket up.
Hands in his pocket, Eddie scanned around him. Nobody out to see him, catch him like last time and stop him. He wouldn’t let them even if they tried. Not this time.
The rain beat off Eddie’s shoulders, repelling off the leather of his jacket, wetting the ends of his curls. A final look over his shoulder, and Eddie was slinking back towards the wet brick of the opposite unit. Shuffled side steps, creeping closer and closer into the dark, angling himself to see your window.
He stilled, pressed fully to the brick, when your figure fluttered out of the corner of the window. Eddie watched the steam roll, following you out of the bathroom in a cloud, a towel wrapped around you, another in your hair. Toothbrush lazily scrubbing inside your mouth, flicking on the TV in your room.
She’s safe, now leave. Leave. Eddie’s mind screamed, but his feet were cemented in place. Hidden in the dark shadows, drawn to you like a moth to a flame, the light luring him though he stayed still.
You disappeared, Eddie watched you in the large mirror above your vanity.
Now, go now. Before she sees you. She’s going to see you.
The pounding in Eddie’s ears roared over the falling rain, deafening. Still, he stayed. Frozen in fear, maybe instinct.
When you returned, dropping your towel, kicking it to the corner of the room, Eddie was glad he stayed. Eyes wide, willing himself not to blink. He didn’t want to miss a second, not a single one. Your bare figure, better than his own imagination could curate. Soft edges and curves that Eddie couldn’t wait to feel. How jealous he was of your hands, smoothing the Avon body lotion over your shins, up your thighs.
What he would do to be the one doing that instead, his mind fading, slipping into his imagination. Inside your bedroom, instead of out, pressing soft kisses to your freshly lotioned shoulders, nose trailing along your soft skin. He wondered how you’d feel in his arms, letting yourself relax in his touch.
Eddie’s fantasies were halted when you moved to the vanity, snapping back to his cruel reality, a jolt of icy cold fear dumped into his veins. He could see himself in your mirror, the very corner. You bent down, picking up your comb and he took his chance, stepping back, hidden from your gaze, only a sliver of you to be seen, when you’d tilt your head a certain way to blow dry your hair.
Eddie stood, cold puffs of air clouding around his nose, clutching the switchblade in his jacket pocket every time he heard the smallest rustle. Ready to attack, to do anything he could to keep from being caught. He couldn’t ruin this, lose you before he ever truly got you. He was so close, so close.
Your light didn’t turn off, the same warm glow spilled out from your window, rain beating against the glass. Eddie’s feet ached, heart rate stroke level high. “Shit, shit, shit.” Eddie muttered, carefully stepping back towards the window.
You were no longer at the vanity, instead on your stomach, painting your nails at the end of the bed. Not red, from what Eddie could see- black. His lips curled. He liked to think you were doing this for him, for tomorrow, to match his dark and moody attire.
Eddie army crawled under your window, holding his breath when he passed under your window sill. He could hear the muffled sound of the TV- Dateline. You really should know better. Eddie would make sure to tell you that when he finally got inside, make sure to put in blinds and curtains for you.
His jaw flexed at the thought of someone trying to hurt you, someone else watching you. Watching you to harm you, not keep you safe like Eddie. The thought nearly had him staying in his van, parking closer and keeping watch through the night. He decided against it, the risk of nodding off and you seeing him there stronger than his want to stay.
Instead, Eddie pulled out of the parking lot, watching your window in the rearview mirror of his van as he drove away.
“Morning.” You sang, a skip in your step that you couldn’t hide, punching your card with glee, putting it in the assigned pocket.
“Good mornin’ to you, Sunshine.” Brenda grinned, brows raised at your cheery demeanor, running the price gun over the new cassettes. “What’s got you so happy on a Friday morning?” She snorted lightly.
“Mm, nothing.” You hummed, twisting the metal lock around. You were getting better at it, thanks to Eddie. He’d helped you the first few times. Tricky things, he’d told you with a half smile.
“Nothing?” Brenda sang, a playful mocking tone that had you blistering in heat. “You’re just that excited to stock tapes all day? That’s it?”
“Yeah.” You snorted lightly, pulling the lock open, wrangling it out of the metal hold of your locker. “No, I…” You spun the lock in your hand. “I’m going on a date tonight.”
“Oh?” Brenda’s brows raised.
You nodded. “Yeah. With, uh, with Eddie, actually.” Your heart fluttering in your chest, bubbly and excited.
“Oh, really?” Brenda laughed, putting her hands on her hip, pricing gun still in head. “Well, that makes more sense then.”
You frowned. “What?”
Brenda shook her head, kicking the box lightly with her foot. “That boy,” She snorted lightly. “He called my phone night before last, all crazy, I thought he’s been hurt or somethin’. Askin’ me to switch shifts with him last night.”
You paused, stilling. “H-He did?” You squeaked, hand closing around the lock tightly.
“Yeah,” Brenda smiled. “I mean, I was a little confused why he’d want to work a closing over an open, ‘specially with all the shifts he’s been picking up. But I thought, hey, none of my business. Maybe he needs the money.” She held her hands up playfully. “This makes me feel better, though.”
You twisted the lock nervously in your hands. “It does?”
“Yeah.” Brenda looked at you. “He just likes you. Wanted to take you out. Probably scared I’d tell you or somethin’, you know how he is.” She rolled her eyes dramatically. “He gets a little paranoid about things. Dramatic, that one.”
Your stomach turned, sharp and twisting. “But-But Eddie, he wouldn’t, like, he’s a good guy?” You asked. “I mean, he seems like a good guy, but you-you know him better than I do.”
“I’ve known Ed since he was a little boy.” Brenda waved you off, her flippant tone made you feel better somehow. “I used to date his uncle, actually. Wayne started taking care of Eddie when we were together. He was wild, I’ll tell ya. But the sweetest kid. Wouldn’t hurt a fly.”
“Right.” You nodded, swallowing down your nerves. “Right, I- I’m just not from here, ya know? I get kinda…” You waved your hands, slinging your purse in your locker. “I also get paranoid.”
“A good match then.” Brenda grinned. “You’ll have fun with him. If he doesn’t treat you right, you let me know. I’ll tell his uncle and he’ll handle him, alright?” Her eyes shone in a playful way, comforting. Soothing your nerves with a warm smile.
You were anxious, and why wouldn’t you be? You hadn’t been out on a date since you moved to Hawkins.
Since you left your hometown.
Since you left him.
You swallowed, shaking it from your mind. You wouldn’t let him ruin this for you, wouldn’t let your mind consume itself. Eddie’s locker was just above yours, a plethora of stickers- Metallica, Black Sabbath, Iron Maiden, and so many more all collaged together. Some peeling, overlapping and covering the others. Right in the middle, a bright, smiley face sticker. You’d given it to him last week, the grocer at Melvald’s snuck one in your bag.
“I brought it for your sticker collection.” You had grinned at Eddie, waving the yellow sticker around playfully. You hadn’t expected him to put it right in the middle of his collaged locker.
It was sweet. A simple, sweet, silly gesture that had you giggly and blushy for the rest of your shift.
You pinned your badge to the inside of your shirt, letting the metal back snap into your soft cotton, pushing out the back doors and towards the register, letting your mind drift into daydreams about tonight. About Eddie, while you straightened the tapes on the front table.
A ringed hand gripping the plastic cup, warm from the coffee inside, Eddie sipped slowly, eyes trained on the corner. He waited, parked and hidden behind the row of bushes in front of McDonald’s, hoping it would camouflage his van enough.
His breath hitched, strangling the liquid in his throat when a figure rounded the corner. Your hair was down today, freshly styled, and you had gone without your white Keds. Eddie’s heart bubbled, fluttered to life with a soaring warmth. Your nails were painted black, he could see it as you got closer on the sidewalk, shrinking in his seat, peering just over the steering wheel to track you until you got to the store.
When you slipped into the door, safely inside Turtle’s, Eddie geared into reverse. Van rolling steady back towards Magnolia Place.
“It’s always the single girl in an apartment alone, y’know?”
Your voice rang in his head, a rhythmic melody that lured him into a trance, tunnel visioned all the way back to your apartment doorstep. The flathead screwdriver and allen wrench heavy in his pocket, clammy palms wrapped around them.
As much as he hated his father, cursed and blamed him for the way he was, every hardship he’d endured, he did have to thank him for making him resilient. Al had passed on more than just his wild curls to Eddie. He’d given him his resourcefulness, taught him. Eddie thanked Al, wherever he was, when the door clicked open.
Your apartment smells exactly like how he thought, looked exactly how he imagined. A hodgepodge of second hand furniture, throw pillows and blankets neatly folded and placed on the patterned couch. Your shoes kicked in a pile by the door, your white Keds amongst them.
Eddie crouched down, cradling the shoe in his hand. The small speck of dirt splattered on the sides from your walk to work yesterday, an imprint of your foot molded into the sole.
Eddie let himself wander around the small space- your space. He hoped he’d be back tonight, invited in this time, but in case he didn’t, he just needed a look. To see the full thing, to see how you lived, feel closer to you any way he can. He couldn’t help it. He wanted to know everything about you, every single thing.
Your perfume taunted him from the vanity, clouded his mind the very same way it did when he smelled it on you, catching whiffs when you’d walk past. Eddie drenched the edge of his band tee, saturated it in your perfume. For later, when his mind would wander back to you, when he’d miss you, when he’d long to smell you.
Stacks of photos lined the vanity, a man and woman donning similar features to your own. Even when you were younger, you always had the same smile, bright and warm. Your towel still kicked in the corner of the room from the night before, bed sheets crumpled from sleep. Eddie’s hand slid across the crinkled cotton, he hoped they’d still be warm.
Next to your sink, a bottle of purple acetone, red soaked cotton pads in the trash. A small tray of nail polishes next to that, pushed into the corner, every color imaginable- including the red. The same red you wore when Eddie met you. That you kept painting over for the following days until you finally gave up, let it chip away.
His mind screamed, roared at him not to. That you would know.
I’ll give it back. I’ll give it back when she invites me over. She’ll never know.
Eddie plucked the Revlon bottle out of the group, pushing the others back into place, pocketing it.
Ok, that’s enough. Enough. You’re gonna get caught. It’s going to be Chrissy- No, no, don’t fucking even compare her to that sick-
Eddie’s mind spiraled, pulling deeper and deeper into himself, a white knuckled grip on the counter, eyes crossing in a hazy daze, foggy and distorted. A familiar buzz ringing through his ears, a roar of static, heart hammering so fast he was sure it wasn’t beating at all. Flashes of memories he’d tried to forget, beat his head against a wall and knock them out, unforgiving and rapid.
A sliver of purple peeking out of your wickered hamper halted those hauntings just as quickly as they’d begun. Carelessly thrown on top, Eddie’s vision honing in through the mirror. The same lavender thong that had teased him the night before, consumed his thoughts later that night, hand pumping his cock, free hand holding your scrunchie to his nose, eyes screwed shut picturing- wishing it was you instead.
I’ll bring it back. With the nail polish, she’ll never know.
Eddie was nearly in a trance like state, swiping the panties off the top of the towels, shoving them in his pocket. He couldn’t- not here. He was sure he wouldn’t be able to contain himself.
Instead, Eddie waited until he was back home, in the sanctuary of his trailer. Pulling the old, metal lunchbox off the top shelf of his closet, he sunk into the mattress. A treasure chest, filled with all his favorite things. All his memories of you.
The scrunchie, a note you’d written him about an order signed with a heart before your name, your application he’d swiped off Mel’s desk after you got the job. It was small, smaller than Eddie would have liked but it was safer this way. The nail polish he tucked away, but the panties he kept out.
Reaching for the Jergens by his bed, Eddie freed his length from his boxers, settling back against the headboard. Tail of his shirt tucked by his chin, the overwhelming scent of your perfume wafting up to him, dizzying his senses. Eddie sighed, free hand tugging at his shaft, relaxing into the pillows.
He could see you, a fantasy that challenged his perception of reality, riding him soft and slow. Would you like it like that? Harder? Rougher? Sweeter? Him on top? Eddie’s mind flurried with worry, what if’s, pleasure simmering out slowly.
Eddie blinked, a heavy lidded gaze landing on the panties in his hand. You flooded back to his mind, picturing you in your little panties, shy and bare before him. He swallowed down a groan, pushing the crotch of your panties to his nose. A pungent, spicy scent, swarming with something so intoxicating. Eddie whimpered, pushing the lavender panties further under his nose, suffocating himself nearly, but he didn’t mind.
He hoped to have you in a different way, to experience you authentically later tonight. Even just to kiss you again, feel you again, his body ached for it. But for now, Eddie would suffice having you this way, his own little secret, a dark and twisted fantasy just for him.
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best friend yandere Steve or yandere Eddie that's so sweet you don't realize how bad the situation is... like they steal your things, invade your personal space to smell your hair, etc. but they're so sweet and polite that you forgive them or just think it's endearing 😳
oh my god baby you read my mind🤤🤤
like with either of them but especially eddie i think fits this. he’s constantly in your space, right up against you even when you’re with your friends. he’ll come and greet you with a tight hug and his face in your hair for a little longer than is appropriate and everyone says he’s weird and you should drop him but you feel bad!! he’s sweet and he likes you a lot and it feels nice to be wanted. plus, he’s so polite and never steps a foot out of line when you’re hanging out and you can’t bring yourself to stop being friends with him. even if he’s all over you all the time and wants to cuddle and love on you. that’s just what best friends do, right? even if his stare always lingers and he always picks up if you’re using a new shampoo or perfume. he’s just observant, right?
and steve. oh, stevie. everyone thought it was a little odd when ‘king steve’ suddenly took an interest in you. you’re opposite ends of the social ladder. but you grew close and eventually ended up spending the majority of your time together. your friends hate him. they think he’s weird and creepy and it’s not healthy how much he likes you. they’re right but you don’t know that. you just think he’s sweet and kind and wants to be near you. he’s constantly inviting you to parties and losing his shit if any of the popular crowd tease you, even in passing. you’re on his lap every minute he’s sitting down and he whispers things in your ear, little jokes and secrets for just the two of you. that boy adores you. and yeah, maybe sometimes he steals your underwear or little trinkets he finds in your bedroom, but you pretend not to notice because you’re so attached to him by that point that it doesn’t matter. he just loves you, right?
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Yandere!Eddie gets jealous and angry because Steve starts to baby bimbo!reader like he does. He can tell he likes her too. (:
please he'd get so mad!!!
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CW: possessive!eddie munson, yandere!eddie munson, bimbo!reader, power dynamic, jealousy, jealous!eddie, eddie and reader aren't dating yet, flirty!steve harrington, babying, mentions of stalker!eddie, crying (from reader), cursing (from reader), manipulation, toxic!eddie, slightly toxic!steve, steve harrington hate (from eddie) dw steve is one of my fav characters i love him sm <333, crybaby!reader (hints of), mentions of hickeys, hickey-giving, kissing (reader thinks that the kisses she shares with eddie are platonic.. even if she is in love with him or whatever screwed up version of love they have lol. eddie just takes adavantage of her..dumbness (lol sorry))
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basically all of hellfire club along with steve are at eddie's trailer celebrating their campaign being over. steve's only there because 1) he knew you would be wherever eddie was (and vice versa) and 2) he was dustin's ride home. so, he decided to stay.
everyone's just drinking either juice or alcohol and listening to some of eddie's metal music on his boombox, talking about the campaign, school, girls, eddie's band, or whatever. everyone's just relaxing.. well, mostly everyone.
eddie sees you sitting on steve 'the hair' harrington's lap.
steve's lap.
you're giggling and blushing at whatever the fuck he's saying and it's needless to say eddie is fuming.
you're his, for crying out loud!
sure, you two weren't official, and maybe you didn't quite know it....yet, but there were lots of things you didn't know. like basic things and the fact that eddie would watch you sleep and take pictures of you showering or.. pleasing yourself and then he would jack off to it later on in his bed, moaning your name while he holds a pair of your panties he stole from your laundry basket a long time ago up to his nose to finish himself off.
how he had a secret compartment in his closet filled with your things.. but it was only because he loved you! only because he knew what was best for you! and he knew that steve fucking harrington was not the one for you. eddie was.
he protected you and cherished you and loved you relentlessly. he bought you gifts because he liked seeing your face light up. he bought you things with all of the money he earned from selling weed instead of the things that he really needed. like food, for example. he would starve himself till the day he died if it meant seeing you happy.
happy because of him.
so when he saw steve harrington, hawkins' 'golden boy', spoon-feeding you ice cream from a plastic bowl and kissing your cheek and neck every fucking second (just like how eddie would feed you lunch everyday!), he was sure that he was going to fucking kill him.
but, he knew that if he did that he would be seperated from you, his one true love, and he could not have that! so, putting out the cigarette he was smoking on the coffee table's ashtray and getting up from his chair, he made his way over to you and steve.
he could hear steve mutter a soft, "good girl," and "you're such a pretty baby," everytime you swallowed the strawberry icecream.
that should be him.
it usually was.
how could you betray him like this?
you looked up from your spot on steve's lap, eyes wide and glimmering softly.
eddie's heart practically melted.
steve looked up, however his reaction was more so filled with distaste.
"eddie!" you squealed, reaching your hands up and making grabby hands to let eddie know you wanted to be picked up. usually, that made his heart swell, but instead he just held onto your hands with his own; his large hand engulfing yours. you pouted softly, slightly confused.
steve rolled his eyes, annoyed that eddie ruined his fun.
"what do you want, man?" steve asked, his hands still resting on your hips, drawing lazy circles with his thumbs.
eddie felt his body heat up with anger.
the fuck do you think, Hairball?
eddie smiled, cheshire cat-like. "oh, i just need to talk to y/n.."
"mm, sure you do," steve rolled his eyes, "but we're busy right now..isn't that right, baby?" he looked at you so sweetly it made your heart swell.
"y-yeah," you giggled.
eddie's smile dropped, his hands squeezing so tight with anger it began to crush yours. you yelped, pulling your hands away from his.
why are you doing this to him?
"owie! eddie that hurt!" you whined, and steve just pouted, cooing and kissing your knuckles softly. you blushed.
eddie felt like he was going to be sick.
"y/n." eddie said sternly, causing you to whip your head around and look at him, your bottom lip jutted out, tears forming in your eyes.
normally, eddie would feel bad for making you upset...but the anger took over.
"I need to talk to you...alone. in private."
you nodded, getting off of steve's lap as if you followed eddie around like a lapdog. which to be fair, you always did.
steve just scoffed, not at you, but at eddie's rudeness. he knew eddie was obsessed with you. when would you stop complying with whatever that metal-head wanted?
when would that.. freak get over you?
the answer: never.
you followed eddie to his room, sniffling softly.
was he mad at you?
once you make it to his room he slams the door, cornering you against his wall.
"what the fuck was that, y/n?" he spat, and you gazed up at him, confused.
"w-what was what, eds?" you asked softly, trembling at the fact that he was using your real name and not a cute little nickname like "princess", "sweetheart", "baby", or "bunny".
"God, do you have to be so fucking dense all the time?!" he lashed out, and that's when you started to cry.
"E-Eddie, i don' like it when you yell.."
Eddie just rolled his eyes, annoyed.
Again, if he had you crying (negatively) in any other situation he would be on his knees kissing your feet and begging for your forgiveness (which he has done before). But in this situation, he was more mad at steve than you and he unfortunately took most of his anger out on you.
"i wouldn't 've had to yell if you weren't out there all over steve fucking harrington! I mean.. what the fuck was that?"
he rubbed his eyes with his fingers, the silver of his rings glittering in the yellow lamp-light in his room, the pretty sparkly- look almost distracting you.
Almost.
"H-he was jus' feedin' me some ice cream!" you reason, fiddling with the bottom hem of your skirt.
"No, he was all over you! H-he was kissing you, and--and babying you!" he got up closer to you. "I'm the only one that can do that, baby, you know that.." You nodded softly, sniffling again.
He held your chin with this thumb, making sure you looked at him.
"I-I didn't wanna make you cry, but... baby, you drive me fucking insane! I mean--the things we do, y/n, they are things that only you and I can do... do you understand, baby? Hm?" he used his thumb then back of his hand to wipe off your fallen salty tears from your face.
"I-I understand, eddie.. didn' know! 'm sorry," you whimpered, and eddie smiled softly again, pulling you into a tight hug.
"It's okay, baby.. just- whenever you wanna be held or fed or whatever, come to me, sweetheart. okay?"
you nodded against his chest, and he kissed the top of your head.
pulling you away from his chest you mewled a soft, "kissie?" with your lips pouted. his heart skipped a beat, and he swore to God that he might die. And if he did die, he would go happy.
"'f course, baby," he sealed his lips over yours, kissing you for a moment or two and then passionately kissing you before pulling away. "you're my good girl, I love you so much." he admitted, and you giggled.
"I love you more, eds."
"impossible." he whispered, wiggling his fingers around on your waist to get you to laugh again.
However, what he said was true. It was impossible for you to love him more than he loved you.
"Now, I do believe we are expected to go back to the party at some point..Shall we?" he held his hand out and you took it, giggling more than ever.
For the rest of the night you sat on eddie's lap, snuggling into his neck and exchanging kisses with him.
He spoon fed you ice cream, and held the water bottle for you to help you drink.
He whispered sweet nothings in your ear.
He sucked on your neck and left hickey's on the supple skin.
Steve left early.
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btw i didnt re-read it for any mistakes so ignore if there are any! thank you anon! <33
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hear me out…yandere!eddie and yandere!steve and both are crazier than the other because they’d go to LENGTHS to have you all for their selves
this is so good omg. lets say
- you and steve have been dating for a bit, and steve was fully obsessed with you.
- him and eddie DESPISE each other.
- eddie despises him because of jealousy. because he has you only for himself
- steve despises him because of the control he can have over you. eddie can manipulate you into thinking steve did something wrong, which would cause a fight and steve knows. he knows it’s eddie who did this
- one day, you just disappear. there’s missing posters all over town and steve just goes fucking BALLISTIC.
- how could he not protect you? how could he let this happen? how? JUST HOW can he adapt to this new life without you? how will you be taken care of? how will you be protected from the likes of eddie? did something happen to you?
- a few days passed, and steve’s into a hysterical state. he’s locked himself inside the house. nobody knows what goes on there, except for you. because you’re with him, right?
- he imagines you kissing him, being around him, just being here. it’s not imaginary it’s real.
- it’s real.
- he was talking to you, until he hears shaking of the bushes outside. he tells you to stay and he’ll keep you safe.
- he walks out and looks around, and to his shock, you’re there, tears in your eyes, and a belt wrapped around your wrists.
- “please…i can’t get it off” you breathe out and he quickly takes it off and you hug him tight
- “y—you’re here. what— what happened?”
- steve was right all along. eddie really did want you for himself. so bad that he actually kidnapped you and kept you in victor creels attic.
- it wasn’t really a kidnapping, right? because eddie loved you and you loved him. he’s just keeping you safe.
- steve makes sure you’re okay and safe, and keeps you in his house while he goes to eddie, a knife in his hand.
- what? he was just making sure you’re safe from eddie, forever. that nobody will ever bother you tow again.
- he doesn’t find him there, he goes back to see eddie IN HIS HOUSE, a crazy look in his eyes as he’s picking you up and taking you away, a couple scratches were on him from you, but he’s patient. because you’re just upset, soon. soon you’ll understand just how much eddie loves you and why he’s doing this.
- steve manages to get you off eddie and as you try to make a run for it, eddie grips your worst harshly, and steve grips the other to try and pull you away
- “she’s mine. back off!” eddie yells
- “she’s mine. she always will be, just mine. just..mine.” steve says, your eyes widening, he was just like him
- eddie gets frustrated and grabs a knife with his other hand, throwing it at steve, steve let’s go and eddie’s distracted, so you run
- you’re safe now. you’re away from them, even though you’re hiding in the woods, it’s better than having to be with them
- just as you thought you’re at peace, you feel a wet hand on your shoulder, you look at it to see it fully red…fully covered in blood.
- you look up to see steve there, blood splattered al over his body as he smiles at you, “it’s okay, baby. we’re safe now”
- see? steve was just protecting you. he holds your hand tight as two head home, a different one, since that one wasn’t exactly fitting for you to stay in right now.
- but it’s okay. because steve’s your home. he just wants to take care of you. he’s not a bad guy. he was a never a bad guy. he’s just taking care of his girl.
- only. his girl.
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You.
Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.
Pairing: Yandere!Eddie Munson x Female!Reader
Summary: Eddie meets (y/n) at work and falls madly in love for her. Their lives had changed since then, but for the better?
Warnings: smut, +18, Obsession, stalker, cursing, birth control, idk
A/N: English is NOT my first language.
Inspired by the netflix series "You".
Do not copy or translate this!
"Hey, Eddie. Can you cover while I'm going to the bathroom?" Robin Buckley, my co-worker, leaned against the counter and looked down at me.
"Sure. Take your time." I answered finishing arranging some boxes with new vinyl that had arrived.
I let out a sigh of relief when I saw her walk into the warehouse. Don't get me wrong, Robin is a good girl, she just gets too bossy at work for my liking. Sometimes I need to have my space and be the one to do things without having to receive orders from behind.
I kept arranging and separating the vinyls alphabetically and then placing them in their proper places. As much as I was concentrating, it didn't go unnoticed that someone had entered the store and was walking a few meters behind me, through the section where different guitars were exhibited. I thought that it was possibly one of the typical visitors that used to pass by the store: a teenager interested in entering the world of music, some parents looking for the perfect gift for their son or even an old man who was delighted with the records of his time. But no, this time it wasn't any of those boring people. Its was You.
You were wearing shorts that let your recently shaved legs shine, i could tell by the small cuts you made by mistake with the razor. Your feet were visible thanks to the sandals, your nails well cared for and painted in a nude color. Your white blouse, despite being large, revealed your white bra that adorned your breasts and how hard your nipples were due to the strong air conditioning of the place. You wore your hair in a half ponytail, so that your neck and what appeared to be hickeys that you were trying to cover up with concealer could be seen. Dirty girl.
My observations took only a few seconds, which were quick enough for you to turn around and smile at me as if you had known me all your life. At first glance you seemed to be reserved and rescued but those hickeys and the questionable choice of bra told me otherwise. You definitely led a double life. And I wanted to know about it.
I approached with my hands held forward, playing with my rings and putting on a kind expression with which we should always receive buyers, only this time it was not false but sincere thanks to you.
"You work here?" My God. Your voice was even more precious than your entire appearance. So sweet, so innocent. I can't wait to hear you say my name and how much you love me.
I let out a laugh at your question, so naive and perhaps clumsy considering that my name was framed on a plaque that was grabbed from one of the pockets of my jean jacket. Either you are very clueless or you knew that I work here and you wanted to act disinterested.
"Guilty." I replied amused.
You laughed and I couldn't help copying you. It's probably one of the most satisfying sounds I've ever heard. You laughing thanks to me.
"Tell me. Are you looking for something in particular?" I took a quick look at the guitars on display. I knew you weren't there for the guitars. Your delicate hands give you away instantly.
"Well..." You read my name on the plaque. "...Edward." Shit, shit, shit. I think I'm going to get a boner hearing my name leave your rosy lips. "I'm not here for the guitars."
I put on my best surprised face which caused another laugh to escape from you. Inside enjoying how easy you were to read and interpret, almost as transparent as your blouse.
"Wait, wait! Let me guess." I closed my eyes for a moment, putting on my expression of maximum concentration. "Got it! You're a pianist!"
"Yes! My God! How...? How did you guess?" You asked me really surprised, almost like a little girl.
"Let me tell you that your hands are too well cared for to be a guitarist, sweetheart." I responded by leaning on one of the shelves.
Your cheeks noticeably blushed upon hearing the nickname I gave you. Your eyes made eye contact with mine for a few seconds but then you dropped them to the ground. Are you ashamed? You are shy? Does my look intimidate you? I don't know, but it's adorable.
"I left Robin in charge of a vinyl..." You looked at me again but this time your body seems to be nervous. How much effect did my words have on you?
"Okay. Follow me!"
I walked to the counter, you followed me at a safe distance. I could feel your gaze on me, you were watching me. Did you also do it when you entered?
"In whose name...?"
"(y/n) ) (y/l)"
(y/n). Such a beautiful name. Made for you and only for you.
I searched among the merchandise that we had separated until I found the vinyl that was yours. 'Arturo Benedetti Michelangeli' Wow, Italian pianist. You must do magic with those fingers. Put the vinyl in a bag and hand it to you. When you grabbed it I noticed that you were wearing a bracelet made of charms with your name, it seemed to be made by a child. Do you have siblings, (y/n)? I am excellent with children, I assure you that we could get along if you introduce him to me. He will love me as much as you will.
You opened your wallet looking for money and I noticed that you had several credit cards, something not very common in someone your age unless you were from a family with money. I wouldn't be surprised if you were, the piano is an instrument widely practiced by people with economic power.
"Keep the change." So considerate. Love it.
"I hope to see you play very soon." My words will surprise you, apparently not many appreciate your music the way I do.
"Yes, it'd be great." You nodded your head. "Thank you Edward."
"Eddie. That's what everyone calls me."
"Okay. Thanks Eddie."
"You welcome, sweerheart."
And you left with a smile on your face.
Thanks Robin for having to pee. Thanks, because I was able to meet you.
During that week we saw each other several times. Well, actually I was seeing you.
Robin told me that she met you thanks to you practicing piano at his neighbor's house, who apparently is a very gifted pianist with a great reputation.
You do indeed have money, a lot to tell the truth. I checked it when I saw you waiting for your little brother in the parking lot of your school. I would have loved to come over and talk to you but I would have had to jump the fences. Yes, you study in a different place than most. An institute for people with money and that stands out for its good training in its students. That explained why I never saw you before.
Your classes finish much earlier than your brother's. Sometimes you wait for him and they go home together. The days that you have piano lessons you return home alone in your car and your parents take care of picking he up. Forgot to mention it. You have a beautifully expensive car. You drive well, follow the signs and avoid falling into incidents. I had to follow you with my truck to account for it.
You have piano lessons 3 times a week. Monday Wednesday and Friday. Same schedule and same routine that we both follow separately, obviously. You park your car in the parking lot of the house and go down with your backpack. He greets you by rubbing your back and you walk in, disappearing from my sight but not my ears.
The practice room overlooks the garden of the house. You arrive, you practice for an hour and a half and then you leave. While I am content to hide in the neighbor's garden who, luckily for me, is on vacation and listen to you play the angelic melodies. I don't need to see you, just hear what you think is more than enough for me. You were practicing the songs on the Benedetti Michelangeli vinyl, I know because I took the work to listen to it when I found out you bought it.
On Friday the routine was the same. You leave class, go home, get ready and go to your piano lessons. My routine hasn't changed either. I skipped class earlier so I could meet you in the parking lot, I follow you home, I wait until you get out and I walk you to your classes at a reasonable distance, I don't want to take away your personal space either. I park my truck far away, so I don't let Robin or any curious neighbors know I'm there. The neighbor's fence jumped and I sit on the floor to listen to you play.
Confusingly that day the routine was broken.
Several minutes passed in which I could not hear the sound of the piano. My curiosity got the best of me, I needed to see that you were there, that you were fine. I peeked over the fence to the house, seeing it for the first time that week. The courtyard was large and not very well lit, any crazy person could get in without being seen. The practice room was connected to the courtyard by a large glass window. That's when I saw you.
Lying on your stomach on the black piano, getting fucked by your teacher.
I was surprised but not that much. I could say I saw it coming. No man in his right mind could resist you, not even your master who is twice your age. Quickly all the puzzle pieces fell into place. The hickeys, the short skirts and dresses you wore to class, the overly affectionate greetings and goodbyes he gave you. How could I be such an idiot and not realize it sooner? It turned out to be more interesting than I thought, (y/n).
My pants started to bother me from the growing boner I was getting just looking at you. I had no choice but to lower my zipper, pull my cock out and start stroking myself to ease the pain. I was probably going to feel dirty and guilty about what I was doing afterwards, but I really needed it.
My hand pumped my cock slowly and precisely as I took in every detail of you. Your white panties were up to your knees, possibly the need of the moment didn't give him time to take them off completely. Your light blue dress was up to your waist, where one of the man's hands held it. I couldn't see your breasts but I would have killed for that. Your cheeks were the same rosy color as the time I called you 'sweetheart' last week. Beads of sweat gathered on your forehead and your cooked braids weren't as neat as when you entered the house a few minutes ago.
My fist moved more quickly and purposefully now, imagining it to be your pussy. Your eyes were closed and you bit your lower lip, probably to keep from making too much noise. Your teacher's attacks became more repetitive and desperate, the most assured thing is that he was about to cum. I was not far behind, increasing my movements and keeping up with the man. Groans and deep moans emerged from my throat at the sensation that was taking over my body. I kept my gaze fixed on you, on your curves, your face and the way my name came out of your mouth the first time we met.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." I groaned almost losing consciousness of my words.
My legs trembled the moment i came over my hand, soiling my pants on the spot. Your teacher finished too, staying inside you for a few moments and then coming out, revealing your sensitive pussy dripping with semen. He adjusted his pants and then handed you a towel so you could clean yourself. What a son of a bitch. If I were in his place I would clean your pussy with my tongue, tasting our fluids together. When you finished cleaning yourself, you adjusted your underwear and dress, trying to look presentable even though your face was still flushed and you were breathing hard. You tried to kiss him but he rejected you to instead caress your head as if it were a puppy. Ouch, that hurt and i could see it on your face.
My (y/n), my poor and naive (y/n). He is using you for his own pleasure and nothing more. He doesn't love you, nor does he deserve to. He's just playing with your feelings and that bothers me, a lot. Precisely because I know you and I know you don't deserve that, not at all. And I know you won't do anything to change it. But you're lucky to have met me.
I'm going to save you from there. I will do the impossible so that you are happy with me, because I am not a maybe, I am the one. And I'm going to prove it to you.
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"Taking you" With me pt1
++Yandere!Rockstar!Eddie x OC!F!Reader++
(You are front row at one of Eddies shows, and once he lays his eyes on you he's instantly obsessed. He comes looking for you after his set and you end up on his tour bus........but is that a good thing?)
Content/Warnings ⚠️: 18+. DARK THEMES. Yandere Eddie is his own warning. Language, smut, unprotected (don't do that), kidnapping, pet names. Again, this is dark, you are absolutely not required to read it. I do not condone what's written, fiction is fiction and nothing more.
I have decided to NOT use Y/N at all, so for the sake of this character, we are calling her lex (lexi) but feel free to ignore that if you want. I just hate using Y/N and not just a NAME lol sorry not sorry.
🖤Lady Hellfire🖤
Using this gif for the dark look on his face.
Eddie was a great musician, and a good friend. He just had a problem with girls. Not that he couldn't get girls, or guys for that matter, but he often became overly obsessed with the ladies. As the band started getting bigger and bigger, the heart eyes Eddie had for his little groupies grew and grew.
There were a few times girls would follow the band from state to state, and it would often end in Eddie fucking them, and making it weird a few shows later when he told them he loved them. He quickly got a reputation for being a toxic guy when he would inevitably yell and lose his shit when they rejected his affection.
Gareth could immediately see Eddies body tense sharply as he looked down and spotted you in the front row. The cold, dark stare he gave you worried Gareth, and he knew whatever was coming, was NOT going to be good.
Gareth had been able to keep Eddie out of these situations recently, and he really thought his friend was getting better........until he saw you........Gareth knew no matter what he tried to say to Eddie now would go on deaf ears. Maybe he could try to talk to you instead?!
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When you walked into the venue, you could feel eyes on you. You looked good and you knew it. Skin tight band tee cut up and showing a LOT of cleavage, accompanied by a tight, barely there leather skirt. You had on ripped up fish nets, and scuffed up combat boots.
You made your way over to the bar to grab a beer before shoving up to the front row of the crowd. One of the opening bands was the only reason you came here tonight. Corroded coffin, a band from back in your Hawkins days, were playing in Philly tonight, and you jumped at the opportunity to see them again.
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You knew the guys, from back in high school. You weren't really friends with any of them, but they were nice enough.....nicer than most. You weighed more back then, and people in high school could be cruel about it, the guys in hellfire on the other hand were never crude and you admired them for that.
Especially Eddie Munson. You had often caught him intently staring at you when you wore anything that didn't swallow you whole. You would feel his eyes tracing down every curve of your body, and it drove you wild. The two of you never really hung out, but you pined for him, and stared at him almost as much as he stared at you. (Almost)
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The lights dimmed and you could hear drums slowly start to play as the rest of the band came on stage, the crowd roaring with cheers as Eddie greeted the crowd. Gareth started drumming the intro of their first song when Eddie looked down and saw you. You were looking up at him, as sweetly as could be, watching a hunger set in his eyes.
He almost didn't look away from you at all for the entire set, something you, and Gareth seemed to be highly aware of. You blew Eddie a kiss onstage and he caught it, theatrically putting it in his pocket and winking at you.
"Fuck" Gareth muttered to himself.
Once they were done performing, the guys hurried to clear their equipment from the stage for the next act. You had made your way back over to the bar, ordering a few shots. You suddenly feel someone in your personal space, and you swing around to find Gareth, leaning into you with wide eyes.
"Gare?" You say, a little shocked to find him standing there and not Eddie. "Lex, you gotta leave, now." Gareth pleaded. You were about to ask him how on earth he was able to remember you when he grabbed your arm.
"Please, you gotta get out of here, Eddies looking for you" despite the tone in his voice, you were blushing at the fact that Eddie wanted to see you. Before you could respond, the curly haired brunette was quickly bounding over to where you and Gareth were standing.
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Eddie was angry, seeing Gareth touching you, touching what was his. He couldn't help it. He had to have you. It took him a few minutes of staring down at you from the stage for it to hit him who you were. Lexi, from Hawkins high, the beautiful curvy goddess that was the object of his first real obsession.
He couldn't believe his luck that you were here, staring up at him with your big eyes, dressed like that.......and then you blew him that kiss???? Fuck he was done for right then.
Eddie stopped in front of you, yanking Gareths hand away from you. "Eddie" Gareth pleaded, seeing the blown out lust on Eddies face. He knew who you were to Eddie back then, and you being here now was so so bad.
Eddie let out a low growl at Gareth before grabbing your arm and pulling you away. Eddie was moving quickly but you could still hear Gareths final plea "Eddie please don't do this" before you were yanked out of the venues side door.
The cold evening air hit your face. Eddie quickly turned to you, wide smile on his face as he took you in. "Hi princess" he cooed, pulling you in for a hug. "Hi Eds" you squeak, air being crushed out of you from his embrace.
He pulled back and cradled your face in his ring clad hands. He felt you shiver as the cold metal touched your skin, and he couldn't help but smirk. "Wanna come warm up in the bus?" He whispers, licking his lips as you nod between his hands.
Without warning he scoops you up into his arms, and carries you across the parking lot. He sets you down quickly to unlock and open the door before throwing you over his shoulder before rushing inside. He took you to the private back room he usually stayed in on tours, tossing you on the bed. He quickly flicked the lock before turning back to you, hunger wide and prominent on his face.
He wasted no time crawling on top of you, slotting his legs between yours as he moved. His face hovered above yours, drinking in the look you had on your face as you stared up at him. He was going to devour you, and he knew you'd let him.
He crashed his lips into yours, moving one of his large hands to grab both your wrists and pin them above you. His other hand quickly moved up your thigh and up to your core. He audibly groans as he realizes you are not wearing panties under your tiny little skirt. Like you knew, like you came ready for him to take you.
He slid two fingers into you, marveling at how slick you already were. He started growling as he kissed you, tipsy from the moans he was pulling out of you. He broke away when he heard you mewl into his mouth.
"Eddie please"
He smiles down at you, completely overtaken by his lust. "You sure princess?" He questioned, tracing his fingers down your thigh.
"Yes Eddie, please take me" you beg, shuttering under his light touch.
His body shivered at your words. He quickly stood up and removed his shirt. He was undoing his belt, watching you remove your top, (no bra either he notes) and nearly cums as he looks up from removing his jeans. Your fully naked body on display in front of him.
"Oh don't worry baby, I'm gonna take you, gonna make you mine" he mumbled, yanking his boxers off and quickly moving back on top of you. You bit your lip as you looked up at him, curls wild, lips swollen. He didn't waste anymore time, lining his throbbing tip up to your entrance. He slammed into you, groaning at the gasp you let out.
Eddie wasn't small, he knew he was far above average, and he loved the pained yet pleasure filled look on your face as he bottomed out. You were clawing his bicep, trying to adjust to his size. He doesn't give you much time before he starts rapidly thrusting back and forth.
He wraps one hand around your throat, the cold metal of his rings cooling your burning skin. He wraps his free arm around one of your legs, lifting it up and putting it on his shoulder before fucking into you deeper and deeper.
He kept up his stamina for what felt like hours, overstimulating you on his cock. He rode you through orgasm after orgasm, watching you crumble beneath him, tears streaming down the side of your face.
When his climax finally came, he thrust into you as deep as he could, stilling himself as he shot his cum into you. His chest rose and fell heavily, slowly pushing his seed deeper with a few sharp thrusts before pulling out. You were shaking, weak, and tired. Just what he wanted.
He pulled you into his arms, kissing your forehead and caressing your back as he watched you drift off to sleep. As soon as he was sure you were out, he slipped out of the bed, ready for the next phase of his plan.
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You woke up, groggy and body riddled with pain. It took you a second to remember where you were, in Eddies bed, on his tour bus. But something was wrong. Something felt off........and then it hit you.......the bus was fucking MOVING.
You sprung up, fear rising in your body. Your blood goes cold as Eddie nuzzles into your neck from behind you and whispers "I told you I was gonna take you princess. And I did."
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A/N: this was one hell of a ride. Comment to be added to the taglist for this series. Its going to be AMAZING.
#fanfic#stranger things#eddie munson#eddie the freak munson#eddie munson stranger things#eddie the banished#eddie munson x female reader#yandere!rockstar!eddiemunson#yandere!eddie munson#rockstar!eddie munson#rockstar!eddie#dark eddie munson#dark theme
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Based off the Chrissy secret girlfriend ask…
Being frustrated with Chrissy that you have to keep your relationship a secret, and her punishments going further and further to shut you up, like pimping you out to members of the basketball team, and flaunting her relationship with Jason.
You start buying from Eddie again to take the edge off the stress and confusion. You used to be friends with him before your parents made you clean up your image and made you try out for cheer
You’re developing feelings for him quickly, and he is for you, too. Soon you start a secret relationship with him
What you don’t know is he’s been stalking you long before you got with Chrissy, and he knows all about you and Chrissy
At first he was jealous, but then he thought it was hot. When he saw you falling for her, his jealousy got dark.
He wanted to rape her and steal you away from her, but now he just wants to kill her and keep you to himself. He knows he can’t do it but he thinks about it a lot.
Now that he knows how much you want him back, and what a good little depraved sub you are, he wants you more than ever. But how is he going to get you away from her? You don’t even know he knows, so it’s not like he can ask you to break up with her. How could he explain that without giving away his stalking and obsession with you?
He loves you so much, he knows he can treat you so much better, give you everything she does, and more.
He also knows Chrissy’s routine, and where she’s vulnerable. Where no one would hear her scream. That the cops would look at Jason. That fucking asshole. Chrissy flaunting their relationship publicly and breaking your heart with it.
Chrissy doesn’t deserve you. He does. He can love you and kiss you in front of everyone and make you his obedient little sub in private.
One way or another, Chrissy has to go so you can be all his.
YANDERE!EDDIE OMGGGGG BEHSNSNSNSNS he just wants you to be okay and safe and she doesn’t deserve you :( and when he holds you sobbing in his blood stained arms he knows he did the right thing!!!
#tw: dark content#tw:implied murder#darkvixxen#yandere!eddie munson#yandere!eddie munson x reader#dark!eddie x reader#dark!eddie munson#dark!eddie munson x reader
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🎐 ˖ ݁ . an eddie drabble. ୭⋆*°
dark content ahead ! just eddie having kind of soft yandere thoughts about you. <3
he loves you.
like really, really loves you.
you are the apple of his eye, the princess of his kingdom (in d&d at least), the sun in his boring life.
these are the thoughts that fulfill his mind as he sees you dancing in the middle of his room to some abba record you brought. so cute, so, so, soooo cute!
“oh! eddie, dance with me for this one. pretty please?” he smiles softly as he watches your pout and your hands together as if begging for something even more important than just a dance to dancing queen from abba.
he likes to see you beg, he thinks.
but you are a good girl for him, so why torment you in denying this little dance?
“of course, sweetheart.” the smile that you gave him was reward enough.
putting his cigarette down in the tray next to his bed where he was laying on, he stood up, grabbing your waist and tickling your sides, when he was close enough, just to hear you laugh. that beautiful laugh you kept just for him. your lipgloss looked prettier up close, the light in his room iluminating your beautiful eyes as if they were some kind of jewels, how can you look so pretty every damn second?
you both started dancing, eddie giving some headbangs while you jumped around, shaking your hips while he shimmied to his right side, hugging him while he moved the both of you back and forth.
in that moment, when your laughter grew and your hands softly grabbed his arms, eddie knew that what he did was right.
killing your ex, was right.
threatening your best friend, was right.
stalking you to find who was an obstacle for him, was right.
be obsessed about you, is right. who wouldn't be? you are perfect, perfect with those beautiful eyes that can only see him, perfect with those pretty lips that can only utter his name and kisses his, perfect with that beautiful nose that you sometimes scrunch in your tantrums for him, perfect with that beautiful body he worships every day. just perfect. this moment was perfect.
euphoric.
you are the best drug he could ever imagine.
and as the last seconds of the song could be heard, you took a step back; enough to see his brown eyes.
“i love you, eddie.” you said with your usually soft voice when saying his name.
“i love you more, sweetheart, you can't imagine.” he smiled as you giggled at his pet name, hugging him again.
yeah, he loves you just right.
#yandere eddie munson x reader#yandere eddie munson#drabble#dark eddie munson x reader#dark eddie munson#yandere!eddie munson#dark!eddie munson
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