Only Lonely

Yandere Peter Ballard

AO3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

so hear me out. semi popular, but shy, reader and eddie munson. now when i say semi popular i mean like good social status but not cheerleader level or nothing. so one day you approach the hellfire club sans eddie. hand them a note and tell them to pass it onto the dungeon master. it’s a meeting request for either your car, the courtyard, or the woods at the end of the day. so he comes and he’s got his little lunchbox with the drugs and he’s ready to make you a deal and you shyly tell him like “no i just… will you take my virginity?” and he’s shocked as fuck but goddamn if he’d say no to those bright wide “fuck me” eyes you’re giving him. he’s quick to give in. and then that weekend he’s got you pressed against his mattress practically feeding your cunt his cock. stretching you so wide and ravishing in the pretty sounds you let out and the pretty tears falling from your eyes as he stares at where your bodies connect, where your sweet little virgin cunt is crying for him. and every sound you let out he murmurs “i know pretty girl. feels so good huh? yeah baby let it out i gotcha. there it is. there’s my good girl” he absolutely makes you cum more than once. he’ll pull three orgasms out of you before he even thinks about cumming. then when you’re spent, he lets you cuddle up to him, fall asleep on his chest tracing his tattoos. and he prays to god this isn’t the last time he’ll be buried balls deep in that cunt. cus he still has so much he wants to do to you. and so many ways he wants to corrupt you. k bye bye noa love you so much!! 🫶🏽

- secret (apparently extremely horny) moot 🤭🤭

TJIS GAVE ME SO MANY BUTTERFLIES HOLY FUCK THIS IS GOOD thank you secret apparently extremely horny moot i love u

bump n’ grind

a lil continuation to gimme a hand wherein our lovely reader helps eddie out after an embarrassing mistake.

18+ mdni. again, mostly just smut. maybe some angst towards the end i guessss. eddie munson x female reader.

eddie’s on cloud nine.

his head floating well above the pretty pink room he was currently in.

not entirely sure how he ended up here but also not at all angry about it. a night of rum and beer had lead him to this.

sarah.. savanna.. something, sits atop of his lap, bouncing off of his thighs like a jacked up rabbit.

he’s clawing at her back, trying and failing, to keep a steady grip on her wild body. appreciating the soft squeaks that left her mouth with every bounce.

and before he can really think about it enough to stop his mouth, he says it. wanting to dig his own grave the second his lips spread.

a long, drawn out iteration of your name.

she stops, immediately. breathless as she grips his shoulders, “what’d you say?”

his cock aches and his cheeks burn, any hope that she’d just ignore it and continue had flown out of the window, “what?” acting clueless, “i didn’t.. didn’t say anything.”

eddie knows full well what had slipped out of his loose lips, muscle memory from the embarrassing amount of times he had whined your name while imagining that it was your hand wrapped around his cock instead.

“you said somebody else’s name,” she frowns, sounding far too close to a possessive girlfriend rather than the one night stand that she actually was.

“did i? i don’t really remember.. does it matter?” with full sincerity, wondering if she was going to stay on his dick or climb off and throw him out.

“if i’m having sex with someone, i at least expect them to know my name,” she scowls, clambering from his lap to the empty space next to him.

“shit,” he mumbles, head in his hands, “fuck. i’m sorry,” sobering up instantly, embarrassed by his blunder.

she sighs, taking pity on his pathetic self, “is she your ex or something?” re-dressing herself with an old t-shirt, rightfully putting an end to their encounter.

“no..” eddie frowns, shaking his head, “she’s my.. my friend.”

best friend actually. making it all the more confusing and complicated. he’d spare her of all the gory details, for her sake.

“oh,” the girl gawps, stifling her laugh. “you should tell her,” leaning over to grab her phone, no doubt to tell all of her friends about eddie’s embarrassing freudian slip.

he’d deserve it.

-

eddie perches on the end of your bed, not daring to move any closer for fear of losing it and touching you like he dreamed of doing.

it had been four months, two weeks and five days since you’d jerked him off in that tiny bathroom.

not that he was counting.

and still nothing more had happened between you. a few instances where eddie had thought you were close but nothing of any real consequence.

nevertheless, a day hadn’t passed since where he hadn’t thought about it at least once.

he’s memorised every single frame of that video, all the times you pant and twist your hand. the exact second his phone falls onto the counter and the video changes to an image of the back of his head.

every. last. detail.

you jab your foot into his back, peering over your phone screen to frown at him, “what’s wrong with you?”

eddie sighs, letting his shoulders slump, still staring at the torn ac/dc poster he had ripped off the wall for you. it reminds him too much of times where things weren’t so complicated.

“i hooked up with someone the other day,” he states monotonously, uncaring anymore about telling you what had really happened.

“okay?” you jab him again, “why are you sad about that?” confusion echoing.

“i’m not sad.”

you sit up, the mattress shifting behind him, “then what the fuck’s your problem?” leaning forward to rest your chin on his shoulder, in that similar position you were in all those months ago.

sometimes he wishes you’d never touched him. that he had just settled with chrissy and you had never been an option. not that you really were now, still unobtainable, taunting and teasing him.

“i said your name,” he exhales in one big breath, “i said your name while i was having sex with her.”

his shoulders felt lighter now, despite you still resting on them. something about the relief of finally letting you know how he felt. embracing his stupidity.

“really?” your mouth falls open, “holy shit, that’s funny,” he can feel your hands creep up his back, sending shivers over his skin.

eddie shakes his head, at a loss for words. he could see how you’d find it funny, but he couldn’t see the humour in it himself. in fact, it was a marker for the absolute desperation he felt towards your new complex relationship. not only had you taken over all of his waking thoughts, but you’d somehow subliminally crept into his intoxicated mind thoo.

“what were you thinking about? when you said it,” you pry, head twisting around to look at him.

“you.”

“me?” you rasp, right into his ear. “what about me?” feeling your breath against his cheek, transporting him straight back to wayne’s cramped bathroom.

his eyes fall shut, like he’s in some humiliation ritual, getting off to the way you teased him so.

“that video.. that stupid video,” he whispers, tuned in to every twitch of your fingers on his back, your soft breaths in his ear.

“oh,” he can hear the smirk in your voice, unwilling to open his eyes to see it again, “is that it? just the video?”

he doesn’t understand why you’re asking so many questions. obviously enjoying the way he squirmed under your touch, antsy and reluctant to say anything.

“i was.. picturing you were her,” he squeezes out, blood rushing to not only his cheeks, but his cock too.

“aw,” you coo, hand sliding higher, “tell me how it felt,” voice thick with desire, fingers circling around his shaking shoulders.

“good..” his eyes squeeze together, feeling his jeans shift uncomfortably, “not as good as you did,” almost begging, pleading for it.

you hum, your other hand finding the top of his thigh, dangerously close to the tent in his jeans.

if you kept this up, he’d cum all over his fucking pants.

you squeeze the skin, a low grumble from yours lips, “what position were you in?”

oh god.

“w-why?” eddie chokes, seeing stars behind his eyelids.

“i just wanna know, eds.. so i can picture the scene.”

his head tilts back, allowing you the opportunity to creep into the crook of his neck, traces of your lips just barely touching the sensitive skin.

“please tell me,” you mumble, vibrating against his trachea, making his toes curl, grounding himself with the rough carpet.

“she was on top,” he spits, balling his fist around your blanket.

it didn’t feel real between his fingers, poorly substituting your body for the cotton.

“oh,” you shift, the bed frame creaking as you clamber into his lap, resting atop of his thighs. “like this?”

he doesn’t open his eyes. can’t, not without cumming his pants right there. but he can feel you, perched just below his crotch,

“what’d she do now? hmm?” dragging your nails down his chest, your fingers prod at his skin, forcing him to flop back against the mattress.

the space allows you to shuffle upwards, your cunt brushing against his aching cock, leaving him no choice but to turn into pure mush beneath you.

“fuck,” he breathes, daring a glance in hopes to keep the image ingrained in his mind forever.

your hips begin to grind against his crotch, groaning softly with your palms flat to his chest.

“you like that?” you purr, rocking back and forth on top for he rough denim of his jeans.

“i need you.. fuck, please,” he keens, fingertips so firmly pressed into your waist that they’d leave indentations for days.

you don’t respond, sighing softly as the friction between you grows stronger, cruel and twisted in the way you tease him.

he doesn’t understand what all of these almost-encounters mean. it’s like you want him but not fully. holding yourself back for the right moment or perhaps just trying to keep him going until somebody else came along.

his hands slide around to your ass, moving with every jerk and cant of your hips. gruff, frustrated sighs leave his mouth, mixing somewhere in the air with your whiny moans. need and urgency ricocheting around the walls of your room, yet neither one of you prepared to take it all the way.

“jesus eds, are you gonna cum?” you breathe, as much as this was for his benefit, you were getting off as well.

that alone makes this other worldly. even if he was doing absolutely none of the work, you were writhing and gasping just as he was.

it’s almost incomprehensible how much you using him to get off was frying his brain.

eddie was about to combust, the closeness of it all, so near and yet still so far apart. two layers of clothes felt like a million miles. finally brave enough to open his eyes, hoping to keep this image seared into his brain forever.

“yeah.. yeah i’m gonna cum,” he whines, jerking his hips up to meet yours, rocking against each other in perfect rhythm, “please.. oh fuck- fuckfuckfuck,” his cock positioned perfectly between your folds, covering your pajama shorts with your slick.

“good boy,” you breathe, fingers twisted into his shirt, tugging at the fabric, not letting up on your torturous grinding.

your tone is somewhere between mocking and sincere, but he doesn’t care. doesn’t have the brain capacity to if he’s honest.

his cock twitches against his boxers, hips shuddering into the air as an uncomfortable warmth overtakes his crotch.

“oh god.. shit,” the sudden realisation of the mess in his pants, how grotesquely down bad he was for you, hits all at once.

your lips curve, shuffling down to the top of his thighs. you don’t exchange words, just a sly glance that erupts into giggles. leaning down to peck his lips as your hands let go of their hold on his chest.

eddie’s hands don’t move, gripping onto your hips, hoping you’ll stay there for the rest of eternity. not only had he cum in his pants, he had done so at a disturbingly fast rate. a few minutes of what was essentially dry humping had left him sticky and full of shame.

“are you ever gonna let me fuck you?” he asks, practically begging for your mercy, needing to know for his own sake.

he likes to think that if you said no, he’d be able to walk away with his dignity, to never let this embarrassing display for pathetic yearning happen again.

yet deep down, he also knows that that’ll never happen. you could string him along forever and ever and he’d never do a thing about it other than cherish the moments you let him touch you.

your laugh topples over, slinging your leg over his waist to kneel beside his lifeless body, “one day,” kneeing him softly in the side, “go get changed, i’m hungry,” climbing off of the mattress, disappearing from his eyesight.

his head flops back onto the bed, sweaty and exhausted, ignoring the feel of his boxers clinging to his skin and the inevitable wet patch seeping through to his jeans.

an insatiable churning in his stomach for more, for you.

but eddie is eddie, so instead of doing any of the things that he really wanted to do, he rolls off of your bed with a sigh, shimmying out of his jeans just as you’d asked him to.

Dating Eddie Munson HC [part two]

pairing: Eddie Munson x female!reader

fandom: Stranger Things

note: can't get this boy outta my head, so, here's a few other headcanons about boyfriend!Eddie Munson.

warnings: cursing, female descriptions / pronouns (i think), this one's pretty tame. still proceed with maturity.

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

• you cannot convince me this boy doesn't, like, do everything in his power to put a smile on your face. cracking a (bad) joke, pulling a funny face, or acting like a klutz just to see that smile on your face.

• Eddie writes poems for you. maybe not full songs (even though a few have been about you) but he likes to write you actual poetry. it was the one unit he excelled in during English because he had an array of poems at his disposal.

• some poems were left in a journal, some on scrap pieces of paper then taped on his dresser's mirror, others written to you and sent in a letter.

• this man is big on hand-written letters. you like to read? he likes to write? it fucking works for you!! he'll write you a letter for anything, too.

• bullies got him fucked up? he was writing a letter to you that he might not send for weeks because he's still adding to it. it's therapeutic. and it's not that he's not telling you when things happen but it's sometimes hard to verbalize everything. so, he writes and one day, he'll slip it to you, "you don't have to respond to it, but I want you to know these things."

• and later that evening after you've read the letter, you're at his trailer, and crawling into his lap. he might be sitting on the couch because Wayne's at work already, hands holding your thighs and up to your hips as your hands smooth his hair back, off his face.

• and you'd tell him, "I love it when you're open with me. and I want you to know, your feelings are safe with me, however you need to express them." and all sorts of reassuring things, because you didn't want to offer too much sympathy because he didn't want pity, but instead assurance that his feelings are valid, and safe.

• but he sends you letters for other reasons, too! he doesn't need much of a reason to pick up a pen.

• you save each one. i don't need to explain this, right?

• he gifts you a silver ring of your own; maybe gets you one for every year you're together. but that doesn't stop you from stealing his on the occasion, let's be clear on that.

• because in my head, Eddie doesn't do short-term. he's in it for the long term, so, he likes to go all out for anniversary's. hence the rings.

• and he loves seeing your style and his meshed together in your outfits, remember? seeing you in some ripped jeans, one of his shirts? hair done, make-up poppin', nails manicured, with - oh - what's those? shining silver rings he got you? he might swoon a little.

• and holding hands when you're wearing your rings isn't 100% comfortable at first but you both get used to it. and he even might start to fiddle with your rings sometimes, too; either when anxious or just lost in thought, he'll gently spin one of your rings around your finger.

• skin to skin contact is still a must, but laying face-to-face while gently petting over his face as if to map out his features is just soul-soothing for the both of you. "everything's quiet when I'm with you," you tell him softly, voice barely above a whisper.

• and he smiles lightly, "what do you mean, quiet, sweetheart?"

• "everything in my head, all the bullshit going on in the world," you sigh as you trace over his chest tattoo, "it's quiet when I'm with you. everything's just... so much better with you, baby."

• ah, man - he melts. you hear me? he melts. he can't help but bring you in closer to press an excited kiss to your lips. and when he pulls back, he takes only a nano-second before he's kissing you again, and again.

• because he's elated to hear those words. and you make note of that by making it a habit to reassure him of his place in your life. his insecurities run deep but he's making real progress on that because you take deep satisfaction in assuring him of your love.

• I know I said stoner!boyfriend Eddie lets you paint his nails, but can we agree that boyfriend!Eddie in general will do that? great - so, you like to paint your nails, right? and sometimes, you can't choose a color and Eddie thinks it's really cute when you get that concentrated look on your face while trying to get an even coat.

• so, he doesn't mind you painting his fingernails. he'll often have to decide the color for you because you "just can't!"

• he might try his hand out with painting your nails, too. look, Eddie can get a few tattoo sketches down, why can't he master nail art?

• don't tell anyone but he definitely has a shoe box full of photos of you guys. he got a polaroid camera when you started dating and he tries to take at least one photo every date. it's a nice homage to your relationship.

• he leaves the camera in his car so he doesn't forget it. plus, he has his own personal collection of pictures of you in his passenger seat, so, win-win. oh, there goes my heart.

• when he's missing you or after you guys have a fight, he looks through that photo box. and oh, look! he's writing you another letter! he's a simp and my mind can't be changed.

• your heart gets warm when he calls you sweetheart. you're used to him calling you baby, and don't get me wrong, it's adorable. but when he drops sweetheart in lieu of your name, you're the one melting a little.

• and you're both always holding hands or your arm's around the others shoulders. like, constantly. he's not overly adamant on PDA but that boy doesn't feel right if you're close by and he's not touching you.

• there's a height difference. and he likes to pick on you for that. he's lanky, so let's say he's taller than you; and he never, ever lets you forget it. you'll try to reach something in the cabinet above the stove while you're cooking at your house, and here comes Eddie!

• he'd let one hand move around your waist to squeeze you into his side while the other grabbed whatever you needed, "woah there, small fry, careful! you might knock yourself over stretchin' like that."

• "you think you're funny, don't you?"

• but he is funny, the little shit. his jokes are mostly corny but because you guys have history, there's a lot of inside jokes that make you both go lightheaded from laughter.

• Eddie has social anxiety that's hidden behind this macho bravado but you can tell when he's feeling uneasy.

• it's sometimes easier to just slid your hand into his and mutter quietly, "squeeze my hand if you wanna go."

• you were always quick to come up with some excuse for your abrupt departure the moment you felt him squeeze your hand. it ranged from some excuse over dinner with your mom, maybe you have a sibling that needs picked up somewhere, or there's some extended family member coming into town. no matter what, when he squeezes, you're getting him out of there.

• when the anxiety passes, he's realizing he's dating his best friend and silently thanks God because you both just read each other. you both just get it.

• he calls you his little problem solver because it doesn't matter what's going on or what he's feeling, he can turn to you. confide in you. and you know it goes both ways because he's there for you no matter what.

• when you're sick, good luck getting Eddie to go to school. you'll phone him early in the morning and tell him your symptoms before insisting you'd just stay in bed; but he's already packing a bag to hang with you for the day.

• he'd come over with snacks and Gatorade (or something) because your parents already left for work. he doesn't care if he'll get sick, too; he'll crawl in bed with you and gently massage your scalp.

• Eddie doesn't like going to school if you're not there, so, he doesn't mind playing hookie. and he gets you anything you need because he's a sweetheart like that.

• yeah, you like forehead kisses - but he likes kissing your forehead.

• mixtapes! mixtapes! mixtapes! Eddie makes you mixtapes! just imagine he's out somewhere and finds himself bobbing his head along to some song, specifically asks for the name, so later, he adds it to a mixtape 'cause he thinks you'll like it, too.

• look, sometimes his emotions get the better of him and he communicates through music.

• so, sometimes, after a fight, you'll find a cassette tape left in your mailbox when you collect the mail that day. you know it's from him without a signature, but there's usually a scribbled note on the front of the case.

• I'm sorry for what I said. I hope this can help?

• and you listen to it all night. he'll come to pick you up in the morning for school and feel anxious you wouldn't want to see him, but just as he comes to a halt, you're heading out your door.

• you spend the morning talking about whatever upset the both of you before telling him how the music made you feel. he'll tell you what the songs made him feel, and that's how you sort through your feelings over certain fights.

• we know he kills the spiders but let's face it - you probably kill the rest of the creepy crawlies. you just don't do spiders... so, he's brave for the both of you, so as long as you're brave the other times and handle other bugs.

• Eddie stops to pet dogs. (so, you both stop when you're together).

• you like to bake. and Eddie likes your creations, so, he sometimes lets you rope him into helping if you promise him the first few bites of baked goods. he can burn water but under your eye, he actually kinda likes being in the kitchen - but he likes making you sweat, so, he'll continue to give you a hard time.

• younger siblings adore him. they think Eddie's funny, and he does those goofy voices when playing with them or reading them some story. Eddie doesn't mind getting down in the dirt with them. they want him to sit next to them at dinner.

• older siblings don't approve at first but they come around because let's face it, he tries to charm them since he's intimidated by them. and they think his efforts are cute that they cut him some slack.

• does Eddie let you braid his hair? only after a joint.

• maybe you first meet 'cause you're looking for a dealer.

• maybe you meet in middle school.

• maybe you meet his first senior year.

• maybe because it's both of your favorite holiday, you meet at a halloween event wearing either accidental matching costumes (so you kinda have to hang out all night and get to know the cutie) or you're wearing perfectly opposite costumes. so, again, how can you not hang out with him all night? it was fate, you were sure of it.

• or maybe you meet because you used to babysit Mike and / or Dustin, promising to give them a ride home after Hellfire and there's Eddie, waiting to make sure the newest members get in their ride. looking too cool for school as he leans on the side of the building, and he's not as smooth talking as he wants to be but you think he's still endearing.

• look, how common was it for Eddie to find you in his hoodie? pretty freaking common. they smelled like him and he started using that fabric softener you told him about that made the material soft, so, he was used to you entering his room, dropping your belongings, and snuggling your way into a hoodie.

• Eddie is the type of boyfriend that when you pass by in the lunch room, he's wrapping his arms around your waist to tug you into his lap; greeting you with kisses on the cheek. no matter if he saw you that morning, or an hour ago, he's just happy to see you.

• all right, so, about his smell. Eddie is overly conscious about his smell - so, daily showers. and he uses that cologne you complimented because his clothes smell like cigarette and weed smoke, and together, you think it smells kinda like home. when your nose is pressed to his skin, you don't really notice the smoke smell.

• you like both coffee and tea, so, Eddie learns how to make your favorite of both. he's cute. very, very cute.

• okay, so, he likes scary movies. he jumps at all the jump scares but he laughs after. you don't mind scary movies because it's an excuse to sit in Eddie's lap and press your nose into his neck.

• man, throw a blanket across across you fools and you'll actually fall asleep during a horror movie.

• okay, when you go out to eat, you both take turns ordering something neither of you have tried before. it's a simple way for you both to try new things and push your comfort bounds.

• he goes with you when you get your first tattoo, too. holds your hand, reassures you that you're doing great, has an opened bottle of water for you, and takes peaks as the tattoo progresses. he'd make cute jokes to distract you when you'd wince in annoyed pain.

• oh, man, the dates are just cute. they're not always conventional but you both look for any excuse to hang out.

• he likes to pinch your jaw and lift your attention up to your eyes (that height difference, man). then he'd kiss you and mutter, "don't know what I did to deserve you, but good job me."

• and yeah, I mentioned it before, but he's close with your family. like, to the point when you need an extra team member for family game night, Eddie's rolling in with more flowers for your Mom and maybe a pack of candy for your sibling(s).

• let's just imagine Eddie at family meals please. he's offering to fill your plate when the peas come your way, refilling your Mom's wine glass, and teasingly taking your Dad's side during arguments.

• he'd be invited to the Christmas vacation! and he'd blush because wow - your family really accepts him. he has heart eyes the whole time.

• he's the type that takes whatever is in your hands to hold for you, too. backpack, binders, shopping bags, (sometimes) your purse, that one time he came into your job and saw you moving an inventory box - he swooped in and took it from you.

• "what're you doin' movin' something this heavy, princess? I got it, I got it."

• this boy melts when your nails rake over his back, shoulders, and obviously his scalp.

• and Eddie's the type to kiss you at any given opportunity. we know he reminds you he loves you constantly but he also looks for any opening to kiss you.

• when he gets angry, he worries that he's scared you. you never are, and you tell him as such, but he still knows that he can get intense. so, he'd take some time to just be in your presence (usually with his hands somewhere on you) before he's trying to explain why he had the kind of reaction he did.

• you appreciated the communication, so, you listened and tried to understand, empathize. your job isn't to judge him.

• he often uses his fingers to press into your cheeks. he likes to poke and hold them, sometimes squeezing to pucker your lips. oh, man, this boy is almost always touching you - it's so cute. damn it.

• Eddie's perfect, okay? cool.

Bucket of Sunshine Part 2: Polite

Masterlist: Here

Tag List: @aheadfullofsteverogers @robyn-118 @emma77645

A/N: This is a mini series so there’s only 3 parts left so hope y’all enjoy this intro into Eddie’s personality☀️

*Eddie needs you to know he’s not a nice guy but you’re just not buying it*

nothing new |dom!brat tamer!eddie x sub!brat!reader|

prompt: eddie tries a new punishment. you don't like it. you push eddie to go back to his old ways.

contains: 18+ MINORS DNI, dom! brat tamer! eddie, brat!sub!reader, dom/sub themes, orgasm denial mentions, degrading, language, mean-ish reader, mean!dom!eddie, spanking (mentions of cane / use of slipper)/ slippering, after care, fingering fem receiving, oral, p in v sex

"You know that's not how I like my toast." You snapped, eyes glaring so fiercely in the back of Eddie's curly head, you were sure those brown curls would catch on fire from the heat of your gaze.

Eddie's shoulders tensed, spine straightening and drawing up tight at your tone. It had been like this for the past three days. After incessantly breaking his rules all day, he'd punished you. The cane and a punishment of no cumming for the next few days.

He'd got the idea from magazine, one of the seedy ones that were hidden in the back of the stores, the X-Rated section that teenagers would whisper and try to sneak into see. The magazine said it would break them into submission, a sure-fire way to keep your sub in order that wasn't physical punishment. Eddie figured it would be fine to try, exciting even. He'd tease you until you were so close, toes curling and heavy panting, only to pull away. He'd give a smack to your ass, pointing a finger and scolding you, calling you a "bad girl" with a stern glare- like you were a dog in training.

It had the complete opposite effect than what the magazine had said. You were furious. Whatever attitude you had before was now amplified by a million. It teetered on real anger and aggravation, not the spoiled and bratty personality you played up for him. You were frustrated, sexually and emotionally.

Every snap of your harsh tongue, lashing and dripping in venom when you'd bark at him, was met with a look of warning and a threat. Eddie tired to stay firm, unrelenting in his decision to punish you, but, fuck, we're you making it difficult.

You'd woken up before him this morning, learning from the past mornings that he'd tease you awake with sweet kisses, even sweeter touches. He'd roll on top of you, grinding into you while smothering your cheeks and neck with sweet, pillowy kisses. He'd dig his fingers in your cunt, curling and rubbing your swollen clit, getting you dizzy with ecstasy in your sleepy state. You were so sweet, so warm, holding him tightly and begging him to let you cum in a nasally, high pitched tone.

Only for him to pull out of you at the last minute. You'd huff, eyes snapping open in protest. Eddie would tut at you stupidly, shoving his fingers in your mouth.

"Oh, you didn't think I'd let you cum, now did you?" He'd mock you, face exaggeratedly copying your pout. "Silly, dumb girl, you know better than that."

You would be frustrated all day. Dropping to your knees at the beginning when he'd tell you, excited and desperate to please him. Hoping he might please you in return.

He didn't.

Eddie would finish down your throat, shoving his flaccid dick back in his pants, patting your cheek lightly before going about his business. He'd leave you, stunned and horny on your knees, unsatisfied entirely and a little hurt.

That hurt turned into rage in an instance.

This morning, you weren't entertaining him with it. You'd gotten up and sat on the couch, watching TV while sipping your coffee until Eddie came in. He was still soft and warm from sleep, leaning down to press a lazy kiss to your lips. You turned your head with a huff, letting his lips barely brush your cheek.

Eddie pulled back, stunned, blearily blinking at you. "What's'a matter, baby?" He asked sweetly, head still foggy and fresh from sleep.

You glared at him, mean and pointed, before rolling your eyes back to the TV. You were cuddled up in your fluffy robe, fluffy slippers curled under your legs. You looked positively adorable, and normally, Eddie would let you know that; if you weren't being so mean.

Eddie pressed his lips together, brow furrowing. He shuffled over to the pot of coffee, the smell of the ground beans in the air, wrapping around him and carrying him to the machine. It was empty.

Eddie frowned, lifting the empty glass pot. "Did you drink all of the coffee?" Eddie asked. You didn't look at him. Just lifted your steaming mug, slurping it loudly, obnoxiously.

Eddie rolled his eyes, shoving the pot back under the machine. "You couldn't make more?" He pressed.

"Why would I do that?" You scoffed, eyes still glued on the TV. "I didn't know how long you were going to sleep. You usually sleep all day."

Eddie scoffed, shaking his head. His own jaw clenched, ripping open the Folgers' can and spooning in the ground coffee into the machine. He would just ignore it, ignore your attitude. He knew you were trying to get him to break, to go back on his punishment. He wouldn't.

"Did you eat?" Eddie asked, finger jamming into the machine, turning it on.

You didn't look at him, sipping your coffee calmly, eyes on the screen. Eddie's teeth grit. "Baby, did you eat?" He tried again.

"No." You huffed. "I just had coffee."

Eddie closed his eyes, taking a calming breath. "Do you want breakfast? Eggs?"

"I want toast." You muttered. Your eyes finally met his, cutting over to him for a moment, brows still pulled into a furrowed frown.

"I'll make you toast." Eddie nodded sweetly. "You want butter on it?"

You scoffed loudly, ignoring his sweet tone. "Obviously. That's how I always have it."

Eddie's eyes flashed in warning at you. You shrunk for a moment, throbbing between your legs. Your obedience was temporary. The moment the pulse between your legs started up, aching and incessant from days of no relief, your attitude came back stronger.

You rolled your eyes hard at him, making sure he saw you, before going back to the TV. Eddie decided to let you be. Let you sit and stew in your own little fit. He'd still cook you breakfast, still be sweet to you in the hopes of bringing you back into submission. He knew there would be some resistance with this punishment, the magazine had warned him, but he hadn't expected this.

This was miserable. Felt like a punishment for both of you.

Eddie had calmed down a little. Buttering the bread and putting it in the toaster, a routine that was mundane and let him focus on tasks. He set the timer on the toaster, two minutes, not too burnt but golden brown- how you liked it. How you always liked it.

Not today, apparently.

The snarl you gave him when he presented you with your plate had his face falling. Your lips twisting in displeasure, winking your nose down at the bread.

You're snappy response, mean and degrading, sent him over the edge.

Eddie smacked his hand on the counter, turning to glare at you. "That is exactly how you like your toast." He snapped. You didn't even flinch under his harsh glare, your own displeased place rivaling his. "What's going on with you, huh? You just gonna be mean all day?"

"Are you?" You challenged, brows raising at him.

"You were the one who couldn't keep your mouth shut the other day." Eddie pointed at you. "You had to go and break my rules, and now you don't want to be punished? What good is that?"

"It's not a good punishment, it's a stupid fucking punishment, and you know it." You growled, nails digging into the counter.

"Hey," Eddie warned, lifting a brow at you. "You watch it, alright? I'm sick of your attitude-"

You rolled your eyes at him. "Whatever." You snarled, looking down at the plate of toast. Your stomach growled silently, seeing the perfectly buttered and toasted, though you couldn't let him know that.

"I'm not eating that shit." You huffed, shoving the plate towards him. Not hard enough for the dish for fall, sending it sliding over the counter to stop in front of Eddie.

Eddie watched you stomp off to the couch, little slippers clacking against the linoleum floor to the carpet, plopping down hard enough for the springs to creak.

Eddie paused, eyes flicking from you to the toast in front of him, mocking him and fueling his fire. The truth was, he was struggling too with this punishment. His stubborn side would rather have blue balls forever than give into your bratty demands, but the rational side of him was begging for him to call it.

Eddie moved in front of you, heavy footsteps shaking the trailer until he stood in front of you, blocking your view from the TV. "Move, Eddie," You snap, glaring up at him.

Eddie put his hands on his hips, bristling gaze burning down onto you. You snarled in response, lip pursing in annoyance. "Move, Eddie, fuck, I can't see." You huffed at him. "I can't see. God, you're so annoying."

"Really?" Eddie raised a brow down at you, challenging. He was fed up, irritated with you too. "This is how you're going to play?"

You squinted, challenging at him. Eddie's tongue rolled over the side of his cheek, nodding slowly. "Holy shit, Eddie, can you just move?" You snapped, throwing your arms out. "God, you're so full of yourself all the time. All the attention has to be on you at all times, I swear, fuck. You're just being a dick now-"

You didn't get to finish your little rant. Eddie moved, just how you asked, sitting next to you on the couch. Thighs spread over the cushions, his hands gripped your wrists. Your eyes widened in realization, before you were yanked over his knee with a light oomph! and a bounce of your upper half dangling onto the ground.

Eddie didn't let you adjust, barely giving you time to steady yourself before your robe was thrown up, pajama short pulled down. His mouth watered, erection growing against your hip at the sight. The fading lines of the cane still striping over your ass, healing but still apparent. Your slippered feet kicked in the air in protest, pink and hard soled, catching Eddie's attention. He smirked to himself, free hand grabbing your wiggling ankle, pulling your leg close before plucking the slipper off your foot.

You stilled for a moment in realization, frantically squirming to look over your shoulder. "Wait, Eddie, I-"

A resounding slap, loud and clapping against your flesh cut you off, filling the room. You gasped, the sting of the slipper was shocking. A itchy burn that stung worse than the cane or the crop, one that you just wanted to reach back and rub the irritation out.

Eddie brought the slipper back down again, tongue poked out in concentration. You whimpered, pushing off the ground in protest, only for his heavy hand to press into your shoulder blades.

"You want to be mean?" Eddie snapped, the slipper falling on your already tender ass. "You want to be a little brat to me? Not follow my rules?" You howled when he brought the slipper down again, lifting at the sting of the slipper.

"That's fine, baby, I'll just remind you want happens to mean girls, bad girls." Eddie sneered.

He brought the slipper down fast and hard, peppering smacks that covered every inch of your cheeks. You squirmed, pleading and fighting against him while he held you in place. The burn was unimaginable, so uncomfortable- you couldn't understand why it made you throb the way you did. You were certain with every snap of the slipper, sending vibrating shocks to your core, that you'd cum before it was over.

Eddie's put the slipper on your robe clad back, admiring the red, splotchy glow of the globes of your ass. He licked his lips, fingertips tracing of the hot skin. He dipped low, towards your core, feeling your soaking spend that coated your thighs, smirking when you whined.

Eddie reached to your hair, fingers threading through your locks before pulling you up. You cried out, back arching on his lap. "You gonna keep being mean to me?" Eddie growled, lips brushing against the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

He could see the wet streaks of tears down your face, the sniffling and pouting lips made his cock lurch in his pajama pants. He regretted not wearing boxers for a moment, sure you could feel his hard cock pressed against you.

"I won't be mean anymore." Your bottom lip wobbled, looking over at him. Eddie's hand loosened in your hair. "'M sorry I was mean to you and broke your rules. I won't do it anymore."

Eddie's face softened, shoulder dropping in relief. You sniffled hard before he could answer, turning to face him fully, teary eyes meeting his. "P-Please don't ignore me anymore." You begged, lip wobbling. "I'll be good."

Eddie let his hand drop from your hair, moving to pull you up onto his lap. "Baby," Eddie cooed, hand cupping your cheek. "Did you not like how we've been playing for the past few days?"

Your breath stuttered under the cry, head shaking when you met his big, brown eyes. "I don't like it when you ignore me." You admitted, wiping your eyes with the heels of your hand. "I didn't like it when you'd cum and then-then just leave. I felt...used." You admitted, looking down at your fingers, nervously playing with the tie of your robe.

Eddie's fingers moved under your chin, eyes dropping in hurt. "Why didn't you tell me? Or safe word?" He asked gently.

"I didn't know I could." You admitted bashfully. "We weren't, like, doing heavy stuff so I-I thought I just had to."

"Baby," Eddie said firmly, brows knitting sternly at you. "You can safe word anytime you want. If you don't like something, safe word and tell me. It's only ok if we're both having fun. If we're both consenting to it, right?"

You nodded gently. Eddie leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your salty, wet cheeks. "Good girl." He smiled sweetly at you. "Thank you for telling me, ok? We won't do that again."

You gave a soft smile, moving to press your lips against his. Eddie kissed you sweetly, no dominance or hard kisses. It was sweet and long, lips moving against yours like in the morning when he was leaving for work, getting every last taste of you on his tongue to last him through the day.

Eddie's hands moved down your hips, to your bare center. Your pajama shorts had long been kicked onto the floor, leaving you exposed to him. Eddie slipped his fingers between you, running his calloused fingertips through your slick folds. You moaned into his mouth, eyes pinching closed, melting into his touch.

Pulling apart with a gasp, your forehead rested on his, looking down between the two of you. You watched Eddie work you, lazily circling your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure that had your tummy clenching.

"Let me take care of you, alright?" Eddie muttered, trailing kisses down your cheek. His breath ghosted over the wet skin, leaving you shivering. "Won't do that shit again. 'S been miserable to me to." Eddie admitted lowly into your skin.

You giggled lightly, airy and followed by a content sigh. "Please don't." You muttered, letting your head drop to his shoulder. "Missed you too much."

Eddie more than made it up to you. He let your come undone on his fingers, his tongue, before finally splitting you open with his cock. Fucking your hard with your legs held up in the air, leaving you gripping the worn material of the couch. He snapped his hips against you until he was spilling deep inside of you. The toast and coffee running cold on the table. Not that either of your minded.

Eddie, without prompting, proclaims that anyone who is only willing to eat pussy if it's shaved, is a coward

I wasn’t sure how to do this “without prompting” so it’s more there’s minimal prompting

18+ content MDNI

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“Okay, okay, wait a sec.” Eddie said hastily, moving your arms from around his neck so he could hold your hands. “What’s up?”

Fuck, he caught on way too fast. “Just don’t think I’m into being eaten out.” You mumbled, averting your gaze to anywhere but his face.

In reality, you’d forgotten to shave your pubes. The other times any one had gone down on you, you were trimmed, if not totally bare. When you sieve through too many cheesy magazine articles about sex, you tend to pick up what the societal perspectives are. Rather than forming your own.

Shaving was a pain. It was itchy. You nicked yourself at least once every time. Reaching every pube covered area was difficult. You hated that it was just sort of expected.

Eddie didn’t look the least bit convinced by your excuse. “You don’t think you’re into it?” He said fixing you with a curious look. “No one eaten you out before?” Now he just looked horrified, but on your behalf.

“No, no, people have. It’s just-“ you sat up and tried to gather together the right words. It was unlikely that Eddie would be put off by hair - but you’d thought that about George Ulrich last year and he’d recoiled at the very sight of it.

“We can give it a try and if it’s not your thing then we can do something else. How’s that sound?” Eddie smiled, perching himself close to you and kissing your forehead.

You wanted to ride his face more than anything by that point. So, you were just going to have to bite the bullet and deal with any consequences. “I didn’t shower or shave.” You mumbled, chewing the inside of your cheek. This felt like having sex for the first time again and it was just painfully awkward.

“Hmm?”

“I said I didn’t have a chance to shower, so there’s hair. Like a lot.”

Eddie was silent for just a touch too long. His big eyes had widened and he just stared at you - his stare always did make you squirm a little.

“Can I see? I really wanna see.” Eddie rasped, still looking at you, but with a much warmer gaze.

For a split second, you sat in surprise. Pleasant surprise at his request. The slight desperation in his voice only served to make your stomach tighten and your cunt throb.

“Uh, sure. Yeah. As long as you’re sure about-“

“I’m so sure.” Eddie wasted no time in hiking your thighs closer to him, laying you down again and clawing your underwear to the side. He deftly ran his fingers across the hair around your cunt, gathering wet as he stroked. It was like Eddie was fascinated or mesmerised by you and your body.

His calloused fingertips flicked your clit and caused you to groan out a moan. “Hair’s not an issue, got it.” You sighed, melting back into lumpy pillows as Eddie continued to explore you.

“Anyone who’s only willing to eat pussy if it’s shaved is a fuckin’ coward.” Eddie stated, looking up at you with a smile. It was a reassuring smile - all comfort and admiration. He really was grateful that you let him get this far. He would have been good with just kissing you at that party and living on cloud nine from there.

Before you could response, Eddie dove into you. He was licking and sucking at your clit and hole, wishing he could focus on it all at once. Thick fingers soon came up to press into your cunt and making you whine for more. Any friction at all. Anything he could give you.

“You like this, huh?” Eddie mumbled, pulling away from your sopping cunt by a hair. “Said you wouldn’t like getting tongue fucked, but look at you.” He sang ‘you’ with a laugh and grabbed at your hips - wiggling you closer to his face.

“Never had you down there so,” you whined, your voice sounding hoarse as knotted your fingers into Eddie’s wild hair. “God - fucking yes, yes, Eddie.”

“The flattery’s doing it for me, keep going. Please.” Eddie groaned into your cunt. From his nose downwards was pressed into you. He was desperate to get as close to you as physically possible. To taste you, smell you, fuck you. Whatever you’d let him do.

“Your fingers are so much bigger than mine.” You sighed with a smirk, pulling at Eddie’s hair to make him look at you. “Bet your cock’s gonna split me in two.”

At your filthy words, Eddie doubled down his efforts. Sucking your clit into his mouth and flicking it with his wet tongue - drool running down the side of his mouth. The fingers inside you crooked just right and rammed into your soaked hole.

“Cum on my fuckin’ face. C’mon, god, please cum on my tongue. Need it. Need it.” Eddie was chanting and rambling.

The sound of it all was obscene. Beautiful and raw. But obscene. Slick squelching and hoarse panting filled Eddie’s bedroom as he devoured you like he was starving.

In those moments of ecstasy, you decided to never shave again.

ngl i lowkey think eddie has a spit kink

omg…. “open your pretty mouth baby” you did as he told before Eddie spat in your mouth and closed it with his hand under your chin. “Swallow” he ordered while looking at you with dark eyes as you swallowed it all. He lowered his head to get as close as possible to your pussy before he spat on it, rubbing it out with his hand as you moaned at the feeling. He positioned himself over you and brought his hand to your face, giving you a nod before you spat on his hand, causing a mischievous smile to appear on his face. “Good girl” Eddie groaned in a deep voice while rubbing his dick with your spit and slowly entering you.

2 things:

yes, please go nsfw on the ring thought

can i be 💍 anon?

yes you can!! welcome baby and what are your pronouns? <3

here are some nsfw hcs about eddie’s rings 👀

so imagine heavily making out with Eddie, his hands slowly going under your shirt, feeling the cold touch of his metal rings on your skin giving you goosebumps, which causes you to wince for a moment as you need to adjust to the cold feeling oh and he loves seeing you wince like that, the little shit

or him fingering you as deep as he can, while you feel the cold metal on your core which adds even more to the pleasure you’re feeling. his warm hands all over your body and fingers deep inside you while simultaneously feeling his cold rings on you makes you feel so good every time, and he knows it all too well

and during sex, when he’s on top of you, feeling his hot breath on your neck and ear while his hand creeps from your stomach, to your boobs and slowly to your neck. you aren’t sure what to even focus on at this point, the pleasure of him thrusting so deep inside of you, hitting that one spot or the familiar feeling of his cold rings all over your body, which still makes you wince every time. his hand wraps around your neck, making you see stars as he whispers “holy shit, you look so beautiful like this” into your ear with a deep voice… 😮‍💨

older!eddie calls you ‘bunny’. 18+.

what seems to be an affectionate, sweet, cutesy little nickname actually came from a rather filthy night the two of you had.

you’d been bouncing on his cock for what felt like hours, climbed on top and riding him, hips swirling, slamming against his hairy thighs. your fingers raked over his soft tummy, coated with a smattering of hair that went to his base, coarse hair providing friction for you to grind your clit into.

“god, I love it when you bounce on my cock like this, sweetheart.” eddie grunted, calloused hands gripping your hips, lazily thrusting up into you. “you just bounce and bounce and bounce.” he grinned, hearing your little whines and mewls, face pinched in pleasure.

“you’re just like a little rabbit, aren’t ya? hoppin’ all over my dick?” eddie purred. you clamped around him, hips lifting and dropping deeper, harder. “fuck- you’re just my little bunny, aren’t ya?”

you nodded, whimpers tumbling out of your mouth as he thrusted into you, meeting your hips. “say it for me, baby.” eddie rasped, cigarette stained lungs from years of smoking making his voice huskier, sexier. “say you’re my little, bunny.”

“I-I’m- oh, fuck- I’m your little bunny.” you whimpered, nails digging in harder, grinding your hips in slow circles.

eddie chuckled, fingers reaching around to rub your clit, sending shockwaves up your spine, deep, pornographic moans ripping out of your throat.  he liked you like this. so fucked out and desperate you’d do anything he said, say anything he wanted.

“again.” eddie said, fingers pressing into your clit, tight circles rubbing against your sensitive button.

the coil in your stomach was threatening to snap, so close you were practically seeing stars already. eddie knew it. he thrusted up into you, fingers rubbing you as you gasped, head leaning back tipping towards the ceiling.

“i’m your bunny, i’m your little bunny, eddie. oh my fuck-“ chest heaving, you fell forward, head spinning and resting in the crook of his inked neck.

later, eddie’s limbs were tangled with yours, sheets sprawled over the two of you. he had a cigarette lit between his lips, blowing the smoke away from you while you cling to his chest. you were always clingy after sex, pliant and needy; he loved it.

“you fallin’ asleep on me, bunny?” eddie grumbled, grinning down at you as your eyelids fluttered.

you snorted. “that nicknames sticking?” you asked, cheeky smile hidden in his chest.

eddie grinned, bumming the cigarette and turning, kissing you deep. soft pillowy lips catching yours, the faint taste of nicotine on his tongue. his beard ticked your top lip, nose rubbing against yours. you scrunched yours up, giggling as he grinned at you.

“g’night, my little bunny.”