˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Shouta Aizawa Breeds You: How Aizawa Sounds In Bed Pt. 2

𝕴'𝖑𝖑 𝖆𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖙𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚 | dark!eddie munson x reader

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞 | you always believed that Eddie would return... that he would escape, somehow, from the Upside Down and hold you again, tell you that he would never leave without his girl. well, something came back, that's for sure.

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 | 6.8k

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 | smut (dubcon/noncon, really it's more like... noncon turned con?), extreme gore/violence, blood, vomiting (emetophobia tw), minor character death, vampire shenanigans, dark-ish eddie but it's complicated?, kinda stockholm syndrome-y, the most fucked up take on a "fix it fic" because it's me we're talking about here

this is a dark fic, do not hit 'keep reading' if any of the warnings would be triggering for you and/or if you are not 18 or older, thank you

You couldn’t count on all your fingers and toes how many times you’d pictured this: him, here; Eddie, on your doorstep, alive.  It hadn’t even been two days and you couldn’t count how many times you’d pictured this.  

“Oh my god,” you gasped, “tell me— tell me I’m not dreaming, Eddie—”

“I’m here,” he breathed, like he’d run all the way to your door— maybe he did.  “I’m here, baby—”

You cut him off as you jumped on him, sobbing as you wrapped him up in a hug.  You didn’t believe it when Dustin told you that Eddie didn’t make it out, and they all thought you were just in denial because you loved him so much.  But you knew… he wasn’t gone.  You would’ve felt it, the moment he left.  You knew he was alive, and you held him so tightly, making sure it was real and not just some delusion of yours.  But he felt real, he felt soft and hard in all the right places, his shoulders were strong and broad as you rested your weight on them— he even smelled the same if, maybe, not quite as good… running around in hell for a few days will do that to you.

There was one thing different that you noticed right away, though.  He wasn’t warm.

“You must be so— oh god, come on,” you stammered, letting him out of the embrace to drag him inside.  “You must be freezing— and so tired— have you slept?”

He shook his head.  He still seemed a little dazed, and you guided him to your kitchen, pulling out a chair for him to sit in.  He collapsed into it, leaning on the table slightly.  His clothes were stained with blood, and you couldn’t decide where to start— should you go for a blanket first, or your first aid kit, or just a glass of water— or would he let you start cleaning his face a bit?  Maybe you could run him a bath?

“Sweetie,” you whispered as you knelt down before him, holding his face in your hands.  His eyes were bloodshot and glassy; he still had blood on the corners of his mouth.  “I can’t believe you’re— you’re here.”

He turned his face as your fingers brushed over his cheeks, and started staring at one of your hands closely.  Slowly, he reached up to it, holding it as he leaned in and pressed his lips against your wrist softly.  You melted inside, and watched him take a deep breath against your skin.

“I-I’m gonna get you a blanket,” you decided, feeling how icy his grip was on your hand.  You stood up, but he held on too tightly for you to get away.  “Lemme go, Ed, I’ll be right back, okay?  I swear— just let me get you the blanket, and then some water.”

He relented, releasing your wrist and watching you cross the room, ducking into the hallway to grab the thick wool blanket you kept there.

“Here you go,” you smiled as you ran up to him again, draping it around him as he stared up at you.  You took the opportunity to give him another tight hug, but jumped back when you heard him hiss.  “Oh, god— am I hurting you?  Fuck, of course I am, you’re still injured— I’m sorry, let me give you some bandages, okay?  I don’t want anything getting infected…”

You trailed off as you spun around helplessly, trying to remember which cabinet had the antiseptic— eventually, you got down on your knees and found it on your second try.  There were bandages and gauze nearby, and you snagged those along with a rag to clean up the extra blood and some hydrogen peroxide while you were at it.

His eyes followed your hands as you set everything on the kitchen table, kneeling in front of him again and wetting the rag with some antiseptic to start.  “Okay, I’m just gonna… lift your shirt.  Really carefully, and you let me know if anything hurts, okay?”

He didn’t actually respond, or even nod, but you went ahead and gently peeled up the bottom of the shirt— the dried blood stuck to his skin, and you winced in fear that you’d made it worse.  But, when you glanced up at his face, it didn’t show any signs of pain… his stare was blank, and focused in on you.

You managed to get the shirt up, seeing more dried blood all over his torso.  “Oh, Ed, they really ate you alive, huh?” you whispered under your breath.  “This might sting a little… but it’ll hurt a lot less than these did.”

You swiped the rag over his skin, watching the stains of blood eventually start washing away.  You kept wiping and wiping, cleaning more and more, waiting to find the bites and open wounds that all of this must have come from…

Looking up at him, you tried not to show on your face that anything was wrong.  His face was still mostly expressionless; you shivered.

“Eddie…” you breathed, cleaning his entire stomach until there was nothing left to do but sit back and look at it— look at the impossible.  “Eddie, there’s no… there aren’t any…”

His torso was clean, all the blood washed away and only skin left— no wounds, no bites, not even a scratch.  Just the tattoos you remembered, the trail of hair leading to his belt buckle, that little scar he’d had as long as you knew him.  But no signs he’d ever been attacked at all.

As much as you never even thought to question Dustin, you wrinkled your brows together and looked up at Eddie quizzically.  When Dustin told you Eddie was dead, you knew he was wrong, but you didn’t think he was lying.  Dustin never would’ve left Eddie behind if he thought there was a chance to save him… right?  But you were forced to wonder how it was possible that Eddie was here, covered in blood and very much alive, if Dustin swore he’d died in another dimension.  “Did… did they…?” you began to ask gently.  “Did they leave you?  Did they try to hurt you— did something happen?”

Eddie shook his head.

“Then… what did happen?  Did the bats attack you?”

He looked confused now, too.  He thought about it for a long time.  “Yeah… yeah, they bit me.  A lot.  And I was bleeding.”

Okay, so it was his blood he was covered in.  But where did it come from?

“And I passed out.  I thought I was dying.”

“But you woke up?” you assumed.

He nodded.  “Yeah— they were gone, and I… I felt really sick, but I was awake.  And I tried to remember where the gate was… and I found it, and then I found you.”

Well, that made a certain amount of sense, but not quite enough.  “L-let me get you some water,” you offered, standing up quickly.  As you turned away, he grabbed you at the wrist again.

“No,” he blurted out, and you sighed with heartache as you moved close to him again. 

“Baby, what’s wrong?” you whispered.  “What do you need?”

“Hungry,” he finally said, “I’m hungry.”

You smiled, because you knew how to fix that.  “Okay— I’m gonna get you something to eat, alright?”

You opened the fridge and examined the contents under the yellow lightbulb’s shine.

“I’ve got fettuccine alfredo,” you listed, “and, uh, shepherd’s pie… half a cheese pizza… strawberry jell-o?”

You glanced over at him, waiting for something to work with.

“What sounds good?” you prompted him.

“Meat,” he answered flatly.

“O-okay…” you stammered, looking back into the fridge.  “I’ve got a chicken breast in here— I’ll cook that for you, okay?  It won’t take long.  I’ll slice it thin and it’ll cook fast, okay?  Does that sound alright?”

He hesitated, but nodded.

It made you feel better knowing you could finally do something for him; you offered for him to lay down or get in the shower while you cooked his food, but he just waited— you sliced the chicken and seasoned it while the pan heated, glancing over at him every couple of minutes.  Thankfully you’d convinced him to drink some water in the meantime, but he nursed it surprisingly slowly considering how long he must have gone without.

“You’re sure you don’t want anything else with this?” you asked, seeming to tear him out of a trance.

“Huh?” he mumbled.

“You know— I could boil some pasta, chop some veggies, something to eat with this?”

“N-no, just the chicken is fine…” he insisted.

“Well, it’s almost ready,” you smiled.  “Smells good, right?”

His nostrils flared for a second, and his eyes darted away.  You knew a no when you saw one… he reached up and covered his nose and mouth for a second, wiping the blood off of his mouth and chin— seemed like a good thing to do before he ate.

Sliding the food onto a plate, you waved a hand over it to hopefully speed up the cooling-off process; you cut one of the pieces of cooked meat in half, to make sure it was white all the way through, and sighed in relief when it was.  Last thing Eddie needed now was salmonella…

You felt like a proper housewife, setting the plate in front of him with a smile, taking your own seat.  “Here you go, bon appetit,” you beamed, placing the fork next to him just in time for him to snatch it up and dig in.

You brought your elbows up on the table and rested your chin on your fist, and watched him eat— maybe a little too closely… but you just wanted to see his eyes light up again!  You wanted to see him acting a bit closer to normal, and you knew how getting some food in your belly could do so much for your energy… especially after this long.

He carefully chewed each bite, swallowing thickly, like he could barely get it down.  You winced.  “It’s not too tough, is it?  Oh god, Ed, you know I’m not a great cook or anything— is it dry?  It’s dry, isn’t it?”

He shook his head, and you rolled your eyes. 

“Don’t spare my feelings,” you chuckled, “you like to lie about liking my cooking— but not right now, Ed, I can make you something else, I can go pick something up—”

You reached onto his plate and grabbed a cube of chicken, holding it with two fingers as you took a bite to prove that he was, in fact, flattering you and it tasted like shit.

But it was fine, actually; sure, not the most compelling dish, but not bland per se and not incorrectly prepared.

As you wondered why he was having so much trouble with it, he started coughing.  You leaned closer, reaching to hold his shoulders, but he brushed you away, turning to keel over towards the floor and cough harder and harder—

When he vomited the first time, you hadn't even noticed yet that it wasn't bile— you cooed at him sympathetically, squeezing his shoulder and trying to hold his hair back, and then froze when another stream of fluid finally caught your attention: black, nearly pitch black.  The puddle on the floor, you realized, was tarry and thick.  You fought the urge to grimace as you yanked your feet away; you didn't want him to feel self conscious, he'd been through enough, but…this wasn't right.

Vomiting on a near-empty stomach is bad enough… it shouldn't have been this dark, nor this plentiful.  He convulsed as another rush came out of his mouth, and you started to cry a little as you grabbed his hand and held it tight.  Your heart hurt to see him like this, but your gut sank with the knowledge that something was absolutely, horribly wrong… 

"What happened to you?" you whispered, not much of a genuine question because you knew he couldn't answer.  You didn't know much about the place he'd been— no one did— and he'd apparently been there for days.  You decided not to ask him what he did to survive, because it didn't matter: he was here.  You almost lost him, and you'd do anything to keep him here with you.  You weren't ready to lose him again.

“I’m sorry,” he finally choked out when he stopped, catching his breath and sitting back up.  He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and when his eyes fell on you again, a chill ran over your spine.

“Eddie, don’t apologize— you don’t have anything to apologize for,” you assured.

“Not yet,” he replied, and you tilted your head.

“What…?”

You stopped yourself, because you saw his eyes fall on your exposed neck.  His mouth fell open slightly, his eyes went glassy again.

“Eddie,” you breathed— because you knew, somehow, that you needed to call for him.  That he wasn’t quite… here, even though he was right in front of you.  “We should go to the hospital… you’re sick.”

“I’m not sick,” he promised, “I’m just hungry.”

He leaned a little closer to you, and you stood up quickly.  “I’ll make you something else,” you decided, turning and walking to the fridge again— but then he was behind you, in an instant, so fast that you yelped a little when he pressed up against you from behind.

“I’m so sorry,” he said again.

“I told you not to—”

He grabbed you tighter, and as much as you’d longed for him to hold you again, you instinctively tried to squirm away— but he was too strong.  He’d always been stronger than you… this was different.  This was too strong.  “I’m hungry— I’m so hungry, just… just stay still,” he pleaded.

You whined when his fingers dug into your shoulders, his nose running over the skin of your neck.  “Eddie, I-I don’t… I don’t understand,” you whispered.

“I can feel your heartbeat, I can hear it,” he informed you, “I can… smell you.  You smell good.”

His mouth traced along your pulse, and you knew that this moment could easily be interpreted as foreplay— the compliments, the mouth on your neck, that was all pretty typical for Eddie when he was ‘in the mood.’  The thing was, it was so clearly not that, just from the way his voice sounded, from the way he held you against him painfully tight.  “You’re hurting me,” you whimpered.

“I’m sorry,” he said one more time, “i-it’s gonna hurt less if you stop moving, baby.”

You gasped as he started to bite down on you, much too hard already.  “N-no, Eddie—!”

Your voice broke and fell into silence when his teeth pierced your skin.  The pain shattered over your body like a crack in a windshield; it stole your voice, and when you tried to cry, there was only a silent tear that fell down your cheek and onto the tile floor.

His arms wrapped around you, and you went limp in them.  He stopped suckling at the wound he’d created for a moment, in order to let you fall just enough for him to catch you; he dragged you into the hallway where he knelt down and cradled you, holding the back of your head to keep your neck tilted just the way he needed to make the blood flow fastest.  He lapped at it voraciously, breathing heavier, but slower, than he had before.  Your body naturally tried to fight him, your weak arms pushing at his shoulders every time the pain throbbed in your neck, but soon the energy was quite literally drained from you and your arms fell limp at your sides.

It felt like it went on forever, your vision going blurry from far more than just the tears that filled your eyes, your fingers twitching through the pins and needles as you longed for the strength to push him away and run— but you were paralyzed, everywhere except your heart, which kept beating faster yet weaker by the minute.

“E-Eddie,” you croaked under your breath, the best you could do to beg for your life.  Amazingly, for how little it was, it seemed to work.  He broke away from you, and you saw his face appear above yours— his mouth and chin were soaked in blood, drops that had run down striping his neck.  He swallowed and started to catch his breath.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he panted, “I didn’t— fuck, I’m sorry… you’re gonna be okay.”

You blinked quickly, trying to reach up to hold his collar— to tell him it was okay, you still loved him, even if you were terrified of him.  He looked like your Eddie again, he had the light in his eyes, the sweetness in his voice you were used to, and you fought through your exhaustion to smile weakly and blink the tears away.  “I’m… so tired…” you let out with each heave of your chest, too weak to really speak— all you could do was make the right movements with your mouth as you panted to shape each breath into words.

“That’s okay,” he nodded, “fall asleep.  I’ll be here when you wake up, and I’m gonna… I’ll explain everything.”

You sighed slowly, feeling your head roll to the side as you went totally lifeless— slumping onto the floor just in time to slip into darkness.

~

You startled awake, grabbing your neck instinctively.  It all felt like some horrible dream…

Until you turned and saw Eddie sitting at the foot of the bed.  “Hey,” he offered sympathetically, leaning closer; you scooted back slightly, and he sighed.  “D-don't be scared of me, please,” he begged, looking heartbroken, which broke your heart, too.

“I’m not scared of you,” you assured, “I just— is it really you?  You’re my Eddie, right?  Not some Upside Down version of him?”

He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck nervously.  “Uh— honestly, babe, I don’t know for sure.  I think we can both agree some things have changed for me in the last few days.”

You nodded.  “Just… tell me what happened.  Or what you remember.”

“Well... after I found the gate... I wandered in the woods, I was so lost and— baby, you can’t imagine how hungry I was,” he explained, pleading with you to understand.  “It hurt, I felt like I couldn’t even walk, it was like something was inside me trying to claw its way out… and there was this, um, deer.”

You choked on your own throat, because you already knew where this was going— if he asked you to guess what happened next, you wouldn’t be able to say it, you would say that you didn’t know… but you did.  You knew, deeper inside yourself than you were willing to look.

“I’ve never even shot a deer before or anything,” he reminded you, “but I caught it with just my hands— I chased it, and it wasn’t even that hard, really… I don’t remember it all that well… I just remember, um, feeding on it for a while.”

“Did it help?”

“Not as much as I hoped it would… I knew, by then, what I really needed.  I wouldn’t let myself believe it, I wouldn’t say it, but… I swear— I came here because I knew you’d know how to sort this all out.  I wasn’t going to… I didn’t want to do that to you.”  He whined slightly, letting his head fall into his hands as he hid his face.  “God, baby, I’m so sorry—”

“Eddie,” you stopped him firmly.  “Did doing that to me… help you?”

Even before he nodded shamefully, you knew the answer, it was obvious: he was acting normal again, acting like himself— if a little more serious than usual.  You recognized this Eddie, even when you were half-dead from the blood loss and knew that he was responsible for it… even then, it was him.

“You’re not hungry anymore?” you continued.  He shook his head.  “Then it’s okay… I told you I’d do anything for you, Eddie, that I’d die for you—”

“I won’t kill you,” he insisted.  “I can’t believe I ever hurt you— I didn’t know how to stop, babe, I really could’ve—”

“Shh,” you soothed, reaching up to stroke his face as his eyes started to water.  “It’s okay, what’s mine is yours.  Even my body— even my… um, my blood.”

It felt weird to say it like that, but it was true.  “I don’t know how long it’ll last,” he whispered.  “I don’t know if I’ll be that desperate again… what if I can’t stop myself next time?”

“We’re going to find you a real meal, Eddie,” you promised, “and maybe there won’t need to be a next time.”

~

“Guess you’re lonely without that freak boyfriend of yours, huh?” Greg snickered.

You looked away, holding your arms tightly across your chest.  “Y-yeah— I should’ve… left him sooner.  I didn’t know what he was doing— him and his, uh, cult…”

“Weren’t you in Hellfire?” Greg wondered, crossing his arms to match yours, which made the puffy sleeves of his letter jacket look even more ridiculous.  “We all thought you were his second-in-command— you helped hide him from us, didn’t you?”

“W-well, that’s why I asked you to meet me here,” you explained, “to apologize… for everything.  I wouldn’t have protected him if I knew he was killing people.”

You hated the taste of those lies in your mouth.  If this all went according to plan, no one would ever have to know you said those things about your Eddie, your angel— but could he hear you now?  It was so dark in the woods at night, so you couldn’t tell if he was in earshot.  If not, that would be in part a relief, but it would also be a problem since he wouldn’t be here to save you when the time was right.

“So, I’m sorry,” you concluded.  “I hope we can… be friends.”

You were looking down at the ground sheepishly, but in the edge of your vision, you saw Greg stepping closer.  “Now, what do you wanna be friends with me for?” he purred.

“U-um,” you choked, fighting the urge to step back as Greg stalked closer.  

“I think you might have a little crush, freak.”

Greg was right in front of you now, his sneakers just beside yours, and you found the courage to look up at him.  He had the most horrible smile on his face, raising a hand to stroke your cheek.  You weren’t much of an actress, clearly, because you couldn’t help but jerk away.

“Aw, don’t be shy now,” Greg frowned, “you’re the one that asked me to come see you tonight… at Skull Rock… alone.  I wasn’t born yesterday, sweetheart, I know what that means.”

You wanted to scream at him, I’m not your fucking sweetheart, but you couldn’t; instead, you stayed still and let his hands reach around to your waist.

Now, we need to establish some… ground rules, you heard Eddie’s voice in your head, memories from yesterday still clear in your head.  First rule is, you give the signal, and it’s over.  You don’t have to be a part of this if you don’t want to.

You were just as sure now as you were then that you needed to do this, even if, yes, it was revolting to have Greg Willis pull you closer and slip his hands far too low on your back.

"You know, I always thought you'd be pretty if you dressed more normal," Greg informed you.  "You know, ditch the ripped jeans and get a dress or something?  You could even be popular… if you went out with me."

Shuddering, you yelped in shock when he grabbed your hips and yanked them forward into his own.  His grin was shining in the moonlight, those perfect teeth in that megawatt smile.  You hesitantly reached your hands up to rest on his chest.

"What do you say?" he pressed.

"U-um, well, Greg," you stuttered, "the truth is, I'm not really interested in going out."

He laughed, and you blinked quickly.  "Damn, alright," he purred, "if you just wanna hook up, I'm not gonna say no to that…"

Second rule, don’t let him touch you too much… or I might try to kill him too early, and then it all goes to shit.

Your hands balled into fists when he kissed you; he tasted like toothpaste and coffee, and you were trying so hard not to grimace or shove him back so you could deck him.  He slipped his tongue in your mouth, far too aggressive, far too soon— you whimpered and pulled him back, the two of you stumbling together until your back was pressed up against the tree.  His hands squeezed your waist, then slipped down to grope your butt; you gasped and broke away, disgusted.  He didn’t seem to notice your disdain, or simply didn’t care, and reached up to brush your hair out of the way so he could kiss your neck.  Of course, when he saw the fresh scar there, he moved his head back.  “Wh… what happened to you?” Greg whispered.  “It was that cult, right?  Did they try to… sacrifice you, like they did to Jason’s girl?”

You pushed his hand away, but he just grabbed you again, tighter— you whimpered slightly and tried to writhe out of his grasp.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he cooed, “I’m gonna make it all better…”

He grabbed your jaw, about to force you to kiss him again, when a loud thud beside you made you both turn to the side; Eddie, finally, had jumped down from the tree and was standing there glaring at both of you.

“Sorry, Greg, but she’s spoken for,” Eddie grunted, pouncing on him.  Greg was well over six foot, star quarterback for the Tigers football team; Eddie knocked him down like it was nothing, sending them both flying back nearly two yards and pinning him easier than if he were just some puny kid.  You yelped and covered your face, shrinking down to sit on the ground.

Final rule, you remembered as you swallowed and forced your eyes shut tightly, when I… do what I do… don’t look.  I don’t want you to see me like that.

Memories flashed in your mind, against your will, of that look in Eddie’s eyes just before he bit you, of the way his voice sounded when he told you how hungry he was.  They were interspersed with memories of your Eddie, the way he used to be— when he would make you laugh and hold you close and make all your fears go away.  You’d been holding onto your dream that that Eddie would come back, but you could hear the sounds next to you— the muffled whimpers, the voracious growls, the… gulping.

You took your hands down away from your face, slowly; you had to look.  You had to know.

It was so dark, it was just shadows on shadows; you were able to make out Eddie’s wild hair first, then the general shape of him— he was straddling Greg, on top of him, and you realized then that the movement was Greg’s legs shaking.  Eddie’s rings glistened in the moonlight, his hand covering Greg’s mouth to stop him from screaming— all just below where Greg’s wide, white eyes suddenly met yours.  You’d never been horrified to the bone before by just one look from a man; you’d never seen a man begging for his life before, either.

Eddie suddenly sat up, tossing his head back, gasping for a breath.  He let his hand fall away from Greg’s mouth.

“Please,” was all the jock was able to weakly choke out, blood sputtering out of his mouth as he spoke.

Eddie leaned down again, and you heard two horrible things at once: Greg’s final, pathetic cry; and the sound of ripping flesh.

The only thing more horrible than that was the silence.  The heavy, abyssal silence of the woods— death didn’t make a sound.  Instead there was just the absence of sound, and the absence of life.

Greg’s throat was still between Eddie’s teeth, but Eddie was sitting up again, flesh dangling from his mouth.  He spit out the piece of viscera, bending down to lap and slurp at Greg’s gushing open wound.  Your eyes refused to tear away, even as Eddie feasted for what felt like hours, even when he wrapped his arms around Greg’s lifeless carcass and pulled his torso up so he could eat without leaning down onto the ground; he pushed Greg’s head back, until there was a horrific crack and his whole head was dangling off of what was left of his neck— Eddie nearly unhinged his jaw to drink from where he’d torn the boy open.

It was finally over when Eddie groaned loudly, a satisfied sigh, and dropped Greg’s body unceremoniously onto the ground again.  Only then did he seem to sense your eyes on him, and he turned around to look at you.  The lower half of his face, even his nose and cheeks, were dripping in blood that looked black in the dark of the evening; his eyes dilated, blown out until they were almost all black— actually, maybe there were all black… you couldn’t find any of that warm brown you were used to.  Even without irises, you could tell that those eyes were piercing right through you, and you froze under their weight.

“Thanks,” he smiled at you.  “You were right, that helped a lot.”

When you said nothing, only starting to cry, Eddie pouted slightly and tilted his head.

“Babe, what’s wrong?”

You dared another look at Greg’s body, his head at an impossible angle from being nearly decapitated, and back up to Eddie; he frowned and let out a disappointed sigh.

“I was afraid this would happen,” he admitted, “that’s why I told you not to look.  It was hard for me to believe that I could do this, too.  But this is who I am now.”

You shook your head, starting to crawl backward along the ground— sharp leaves and sticks poked your hands as you clambered across the forest floor, but you were ignorant to the pain.  “Then you’re not who I thought you were.”

“Don’t do that,” he warned, seeming frustrated as you kept trying to move back.  “Babe, really?  Are you gonna run away from me?”

I’m gonna try.

You fought to get up on your legs again, but they were shaking and your knees gave out instantly.  Resorting to attempting to crawl along the ground, you obviously didn’t make it far at all before he jumped on you; he was so fucking fast, how was he so fucking fast?

You cried loudly and kicked your legs to try to get him away, but he turned you on your back in a second and pinned you down by your shoulders.

“It’s still me,” he promised, but when he smiled at you, his mouth was still coated in blood.  “Baby, it’s still me!  Don’t be scared.”

You shook your head, tears already flowing down your cheeks.  “N-no, Eddie, it’s not.  You’re not a killer— you wouldn’t hurt anyone, ever.”

“Not if I didn’t have to,” he corrected sternly.  “But Greg was a piece of shit anyway—”

“He was a person!”

“You’re the one that picked him!” Eddie reminded you sharply.  And yes, that was true.  You’d seen Greg’s eyes on you more than once at school before, even though you were a freak and he was a quarterback; you knew he would meet you here alone if you asked him to.  You knew he was kind of an asshole— but you hadn’t really appreciated before what it would do to you to send him to his death.  That was your mistake, clearly; you thought you knew what you were doing, but you couldn’t understand it until you saw it.

“Eddie, this isn’t you,” you insisted, “you’re not you— I believed it, because I wanted to so much, but—”

“Stop,” he barked, glaring at you as his nostrils flared.  You shut your mouth quickly, afraid to anger him further.  “Do you need me to remind you?” he breathed.  “Do you need to remember how it used to be?”

He reached down to his belt.  “N-no,” you sputtered, “Eddie, please—”

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, ignoring you, “I haven’t been taking care of you since I got back.  I’ve been… distracted.  I’m thinking clearly now, on a full stomach and all.”

When you reached up and tried to push him off of you, his hands pinned yours down at the wrists, and you shivered as he squeezed them tightly.  “Eddie,” you panted, “y-you’re so cold…”

“You miss when I was warm, huh, princess?” he spat.  “I was so weak then, so… fragile.  Like you are now.”

He roughly jerked your arms up, holding both your wrists in one hand so his dominant hand could run down your body; it settled on your neck, squeezing it just enough to make you tense up and stop struggling.

“I mean, look at you, such a tiny little thing,” he cooed, “you could just… snap.”

You choked on a sob as his hand tightened on your throat.  He growled, low in his chest, and shut his eyes as he took a deep breath.

“I can feel your pulse, you know, I can hear it a mile away,” he informed you.  “It’s so fast now, is that because you’re scared, babe?  You don’t need to be.  I’m not hungry anymore… I think Greg’s gonna hold me for a while.”

He leaned in closer, taking a long inhale right beside your face as you bit your shaking lip.

“But it’s okay,” he whispered, “it’s okay to be scared.  I like it, actually… makes you smell even sweeter.”

His free hand moved lower down again, and roughly ripped your jeans to shreds— and only a split second later, carefully spread your legs, in a bizarre shift to delicacy; you didn’t resist anymore… there wasn’t much use.

“That’s my girl,” he praised, “see?  You remember better than you think.  Maybe it’s me that’s forgotten— it all feels so long ago now… but I’m gonna remind us both how much you need this.”

He wasn’t touching you anymore, he was opening his jeans and pulling out his cock, tugging on himself loosely a few times to make sure he was hard enough.  His tongue darted out over his lips as he looked down at you writhing under him— that, funny enough, reminded you of how it was before… except, you know, for all the blood and that you were in the fucking woods and that you just watched him murder someone with his bare hands— and teeth.  You cried a little harder as he pressed himself up against your opening.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, princess, okay?” he laughed— like it was funny that you were terrified.  “I’m gonna make you feel good, just like I used to.”

But good isn’t quite what you’d call the sharp sting of him pushing in in one go, splitting you open on his cock.  “Eddie!” you shouted; he usually got you ready first, helped you warm up so you could take him— it wasn’t exactly an optional step, with his size.  Your pain didn’t bother him much anymore, apparently.

“Ahah, fuck,” he laughed lightly through a sigh, “I remember this, actually— remember how fuckin’ tight you always were.  Like you never wanna let me go… sweet little cunt holding onto me so tight…”

He gave you another rough thrust with a grunt, and you whimpered, tightening your fists above where he was holding you down.

“So fuckin’ pretty,” he purred, “my pretty girl, so beautiful when you cry for me.”

“S-stop,” you gasped out, even though this was what you thought you wanted— even though your toes were starting to curl.

“I’m not gonna stop,” he panted, “I’m gonna fuck you, and fill you, again and again, until you remember—” he groaned and gripped your wrists tighter— “that you’re mine.”

And you hated that your back arched, that your body still responded to him in a time like this; he moaned proudly, watching you with those impossibly-dark eyes.

“I bet you thought about this while I was gone,” he assumed with a growl, “I bet you touched your lonely little pussy while you waited for me, huh?  Wasn’t enough, was it— ‘cause you need me, don’t you?”

This monster had all the memories of every time you and Eddie were together, of everything that you ever said, everything that made you fall apart, and he was using it to manipulate you… but fuck, he was right.  You used to say it all the time.

“This is how you like it,” he recalled, “nice and deep, right?  You like to still be able to feel me in the morning.”

He held his hips close to yours and grinded against you, forcing the tip of his cock to hit so deep it was like he was in your throat; your eyes rolled back, and he dipped down to lick a stripe up your neck.

“Sweet girl,” he cooed, “my needy little princess— are you feeling better now?  Not so scared, now that you know it’s really me?  Nobody but me could fuck you like this.”

Yeah, he used to say that, too, but it used to mean something different.  He pulled back and gave you a long but fast stroke, and you choked on a cry as your insides clenched.

“Y’wanna come, babe?” he encouraged.  “You’re close, your heartbeat’s getting fast again…”

It was so close, too close, and you wanted to fight it off— but your pleasure was so much stronger than you, just like he was now.  It kept your mind blank and your body weak as you started to convulse rhythmically, fighting against the words trying to escape your throat: the thing you always used to say when you came.

“Say it,” he teased— he remembered, too, what you always used to say.  You hissed through your teeth, but kept it down, even as the feeling started to make you shake uncontrollably and go blind for a split second.  “I wanna hear it, princess, just say it for me.”

You went limp beneath him, the sensation pulling away as fast as it had came, leaving you numb and lifeless— so to speak— as he fucked into you harder.

“I know you love me, baby,” he sighed, “c’mon, just say it.  Isn’t that what you wanted?  To tell me you loved me one more time?”

I’d do anything to have him back, you remembered praying, to anyone or anything that would listen, anything, I’ll give anything, just please bring him back to me.  It all came into perspective then, and your fear abated.  You sobbed harder, struggling under him more— but for a new reason.  “Eddie,” you cried, “please, let me go— please…”

He must’ve known it was different, because his expression changed as he carefully let your wrists go; you reached up and grabbed his blood-soaked shirt, pulling him down into you.

“I love you,” you told him, “I love you, I love you so much…”

“Shh,” he soothed, slipping his arms under you and hugging you, “I know, princess…”

“Don’t ever leave me again,” you begged, “never, ever ever—”

“Hey, hey,” he stopped you as your pleas became incomprehensible from your crying.  “I’m not leaving you, okay?”

“Ever?” you added, sniffling, and he released you partially from the hug to smile down at you softly.

“Ever,” he agreed.  “I’m so sorry that I had to go away before… but I came back, didn’t I?  I’ll always come back to you.”

You looked up at him, beaming even through your tears, and reached up to hold his face.  As your palm held his cheek, he looked at you and his eyes were his again, those same eyes that always made you feel so safe.  Your thumb stroked over his skin and he turned his face to give you a small kiss on your wrist; you gently grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled him down into a real kiss— sour and metallic with blood, which you chose to ignore.

“I love you, too,” he mumbled against your lips, “and I missed you so much.”

“I thought I was gonna die without you,” you admitted, and he stopped kissing you to laugh.  “What’s so funny?”

“I thought I was, too,” he replied, looking into your eyes again, “and babe— I think I did.”

Make me feel (Eddie Munson x fem!reader)

Summary: Eddie is the reader's dealer and this time he gives her more than just weed.

Warnings: smut, unprotected vaginal sex, fingering, recreational drug use, cursing, not beta read. This was also posted on my ao3 alterevak2121.

Eddie was your dealer for the past year. You found the guy incredibly hot. Sure, you didn't talk much, since you were a quiet person, but he was still nice to you.

Eddie was sure you didn't talk to him because he was a freak. He wasn't one to judge a book by it's cover, but you were beautiful, with a hot body, that a lot of the boys from school wanted to fuck. You weren't popular or a cheerleader or rich, but you also weren't living in a trailer and you weren't a loser either. You got on well with everyone. The last few days he noticed something off about you and he was counting down the days until he saw you at his doorstep.

You couldn't sleep, couldn't concentrate, you were stressed out. You needed to relax and what better way to do that than paying a visit to your local dealer?

Before you knew it, you were knocking on Eddie's trailer, chewing on your bottom lip nervously. Eddie opened the door looking a bit irritated, but he smiled as soon as he saw you there.

"Hi, sweetheart." Eddie had no idea what those cute little nicknames were doing to you. You wondered if he called all of the girls that, making jealousy run through your veins. What you didn't know was that you were the only one receiving special treatment. He didn't call anyone else nicknames and he always sold drugs somewhere else, never in his trailer. Was it so bad, that he was hoping you would stay one day?

"Hi, Eddie." you smiled. Eddie noticed the dark bags under your eyes and your left hand twitching nervously.

"Here for your usual?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe.

"Yes, please."

Eddie's mouth worked faster than his brain, so before he knew it, he asked you what he wanted to ask so many times.

"Do you want to come in? It's just- you look like you could use someone to talk to." he didn't want to overstep, but he knew he would regret not asking you to stay for a while. The worst case scenario is you will tell him to fuck off and to mind his own business and find another dealer and-

"If you don't mind." your voice was so quiet, your arms were wrapped around you, as if holding yourself together. You looked so lost, Eddie's heart aching a little when he looked at you.

"Not at all." he opened the door wider, motioning for you to come in. You smiled at him thankfully, and stepped inside the trailer.

Eddie guided you to his room and told you to sit on his bed, while he threw all of the stuff scattered on the floor into one pile. You giggled a little at how nervous he looked, realising he probably didn't bring many girls over. That made you feel all warm inside.

He finally cleaned up the mess and sat down on the bed opposite you. "So, what's troubling you?"

You chewed on your bottom lip again, something you were doing a lot in the last few days. You swallowed, not having the courage to look at Eddie. "I don't even really know."

You swallowed the lump that started forming in your throat and looked at your hands that were playing with the bracelet on your wrist. "I feel numb. It's like I can't feel anything at all. If I do feel something, it's anxiety and stress or anger."

Eddie got a bit closer to you on the bed, your knees now touching. His hand found yours, his fingers caressing your knuckles gently. Even if you were feeling like shit, he still made your heart flutter.

"How long have you felt like this?" he asked with concern.

"Way too long." you chuckled humourless.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"What is it?" He would've done anything for you, his mind was already made up and he knew he would say yes before you even told him what you were thinking about.

"I don't think so." you sighed, closing your eyes for a second. Eddie was studying your face, only now noticing the red drop of blood trickling down your lip where you were biting it before. He wanted to lick it off and taste you. Was that normal??

"Or maybe, I don't know." For a second he forgot what you were talking about, too occupied by looking at the tip if your tongue as it poked out of your mouth to lick off the blood.

You looked at him with a small smirk, your eyes twinkling with mischief. "Wanna smoke with me?"

This was better than anything he imagined. You wanted to smoke with him. You wanted to stay in his trailer and smoke with him. He felt like a little kid on Christmas morning. "Sure. How about this, I will give you a joint for free and we will smoke it together now, what do you say?"

"I'm in." you grinned, laying down on your side, while Eddie rolled the joint. You took the time to stare at his face, your whole body heating up when he licked the paper, your mind coming up with different scenarios where he could use his tongue on you like that.

"Put it in your mouth." he said while handing you the joint. You raised an eyebrow at the choice of his words, smirking to yourself.

He fished out the lighter from his night stand and lit up the joint. You took a drag, holding the smoke in your lungs for a second and then exhaling it. You passed the weed to Eddie, your fingers brushing in the process. His skin was soft, which for some reason surprised you. You wondered what his touch would feel like on your naked body.

He took a drag and you watched in awe as he exhaled the smoke, his lips looking so delicious, you wanted a taste.

"Good?" he asked after you took another drag, handing it back to him with a sigh.

"Very." you were starting to feel more relaxed than you felt in weeks, Eddie's presence doing most of the job. "You might just be my favourite person, Munson." you giggled, looking at Eddie with hooded eyes.

Eddie chuckled at your state, happy that he could be the one to see you like this. So calm and pretty, your cheeks a bit flushed. "Because I gave you free weed?"

You grinned, turning so you were laying on your back. "You're the best dealer. But no, you're just so kind. You asked me to stay so I could talk about my problems and gave me free weed and you're just so kind."

"You said I'm kind twice."

"Because you're very kind."

"Well, thank you. You're not bad company either, L/N." Eddie laid down on his back next to you. You were both staring at the ceiling, passing the weed between the two of you. You felt Eddie staring at you.

"Have you ever shotgunned?" he asked, your breath hitching in your throat. Was he asking you to try it with him?

"No."

"Do you know how to do it?"

"Mhm, I think so. A little."

Eddie propped himself up on his elbow, turning to fully face you, putting the joint to your lips. It felt so intimate for some reason. You exhaled the smoke, and propped yourself up, mirroring him.

He looked into your eyes, scanning your face for any sign of discomfort at his previous question, but he couldn't find any. He stared at your lips for a second and decided to ask his next question. "Wanna try?"

You bit your tongue to stop the whimper you were about to let out. His lips would be so close to you and you weren't sure if you could hold it together. After a few second of silence, just as Eddie was about to open his mouth and tell you to forget it and that he's just high, didn't mean anything by that, you whispered out a quiet "Yes."

He was about to ask you if you meant it, that he didn't want to pressure you, but he saw the look on your face. It made his pants tighten and he forgot to breathe for a second.

"Okay. I will inhale the smoke. Just open your mouth for me a little and I will exhale the smoke into your mouth." you nodded and licked your lips, sitting up agains the wall.

Eddie took a drag and put his hand on your jaw, his thumb caressing the skin in the corner of your mouth. You instinctively opened your mouth, Eddie leaning in closer and exhaling the smoke into your mouth. Your lips were so close to touching, you had to squeeze your thighs together to relieve some pressure. He shouldn't get you this hot and bothered so easily, it wasn't fair.

Eddie smiled at you, running his fingers down the side of your neck, stopping at the base of your throat and wrapping around it. "Good girl."

You exhaled the smoke and threw your head back with a small moan. Eddie's eyes were wide, looking at you intently.

"Don't say that." you whispered, looking at him with parted lips. You could feel yourself getting wet and needed to put some distance between the two of you before you jumped his bones.

Eddie smirked, loving the effect he had on you. "What? Good girl?"

"Mhm."

"Why?"

You looked down at your hands and bit the inside of your cheek. "Because it turns me on."

"Yeah?" Eddie was now grinning. He put the joint out and laid down on the bed, looking at you.

"Uhuh." you smiled a little and laid down next to him on your back.

"So," you desperately wanted to change the topic but there was nothing coming to your mind at the moment.

"So?"

"Nice room." was what you finally blurted out.

You started looking around his room, noticing all the small details, all the things that made Eddie Eddie. The guitar on his wall- you knew he played in a band. Maybe if you were a little braver you could've gone to one of their shows and seen him play on stage. Or you could ask him to play for you now, you know he wouldn't say no. There were all his cassettes scattered on his desk and the posters on his wall. And the handcuffs-

You did a double take just to make sure you weren't seeing things, but no, he really had handcuffs hanging on his wall. You weren't supposed to see that, because now you were thinking things you weren't supposed to think. And he was laying so close to you, you could feel the heat radiating off him.

Eddie let out a loud laugh. "Nice room? Really? Small talk?"

"Shut up, okay?" you smacked him with his pillow, both of you giggling stupidly. "I'm trying to have a conversation with you, stop complaining."

"At least talk about something interesting."

"Okay then, you can start the conversation next time, I won't even bother."

"Fiine. I saw you looking at my guitar. Want me to play for you?"

"Yeah, if you want to."

"If I want to?" he looked at you incredulously, taking the guitar off the wall. "Always a pleasure to play for a pretty girl."

"Oh, yeah? Have you used that line on many girls?" you giggled.

Eddie sat down on the bed with the guitar in his lap and looked at you with something you could only describe as adoration and a soft smile on his lips. "Just you. Only you."

He started strumming on his guitar, your mind only able to focus on his fingers.

"So, what do you think?"

"You're incredible." you couldn't hide the smile on your face even if you tried.

Eddie grinned, looking down at his guitar bashfully. "Thank you, sweetheart."

"Wanna try?" Eddie asked, motioning to his guitar.

"Oh, no, I'm fine."

"No, come here. It's pretty easy." Eddie held the guitar in one hand, his other hand pulling on your wrist, until you got closer to him. Eddie chuckled when you only scooted closer on the bed, grabbing you by the waist and sitting you in between his open legs. You never knew you would enjoy being manhandled, but oh well.

Eddie put the guitar in your lap, one of his hands holding the neck. He guided your hand to the strings, his hand staying on top of yours.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"You weren't listening to anything I said." You totally weren't. How did he expect you to concentrate like this?

"I was, I was."

"Let's do something else then." Eddie put the guitar back on the wall and turned on the bedside table lamp, laying down on the bed more comfortably, motioning for you to do the same.

"Hey, it's your birthday in a few days, right?" Eddie asked, looking at you. You felt that familiar fluttering in your stomach. He knew your birthday?

"How did you know?"

"I'm just very observant. I pay attention to the things I find interesting." he gave you a small smile. "How old will you be?"

"19."

"Ah, I remember when I was 19." Eddie said with a sigh, as if reminiscing.

"You turned 20 when? A few weeks ago?" you laughed.

"Not the point. Planning a nice birthday party?"

"God no. I hate celebrating my birthday. I will get a cake and that's it. Cakes are a must. And then I just do something that I want to do."

"Like what?"

"When I turned 18, I got my nipples pierced."

There was a few seconds of silence, Eddie having to process the information. He will definitely think about that next time he's jerking off. He turned his head to look at you. "You have nipple piercings?"

"Yeah." you grinned.

"Fuck." he ran a hand down his face and groaned. Were you trying to kill him?

"What?" you chuckled, not understanding what was going on.

"Nothing, nothing. It's just really hot. Now I won't be able to stop thinking about it." he reached for the pillow under his head and put it on his crotch.

You giggled uncontrollably, loving his reaction. Maybe it was the weed, maybe it was Eddie, but you decided to be bold. "Wanna see them?"

Eddie was sure his brain stopped working properly. His brain AND mouth, because instead of saying something, he was only opening and closing it. He felt so dumb and probably looked even dumber. You thought he was adorable.

When he finally gathered his thoughts, he spit out a "What?".

You sat up, kneeling on the bed, playing with the hem of your shirt.

"If you want to see them, I will show you. You gave me weed for free, after all. I think you deserve a reward for that, don't you?" you said with a sultry tone. Eddie swore all the blood went straight to his dick. He never felt this hard in his life.

"Yeah."

"Do you want to see them?"

"Yes, please."

You pulled your shirt off and heard Eddie's breath hitch. You smirked a little and unclasped your bra, slowly, teasingly pulling the straps off, throwing the bra on the floor. You looked at Eddie, needing to see his reaction. His eyes were wide, his lips parted, his hands squeezing the pillow still on his lap. It was like he was in a trance, he couldn't pull his eyes away.

"Fuck, your tits are perfect." Eddie said.

You wanted to show him that you wanted him, you wanted to tell him that you needed him to touch you. So you did. "You can touch them."

He looked at you disbelievingly. You took his hands, putting them on your breasts. Eddie swallowed, holding back a moan at the feel of them in his palms. Your skin was so soft. Eddie sat up on the bed, shuffling closer to you, just looking at you for a second. He laid you down gently and hovered over you.

His fingers played with your nipples, making you moan. Eddie wanted to lick and suck on them. "Can I use my mouth?"

"Please." you whimpered, fisting his shirt. Eddie didn't waste any time and licked your nipple, taking it into his mouth and sucking on it. His other hand was palming your breast.

"You're making me so wet, Eddie." you moaned, pulling on his hair a little.

"Fuck, baby." Eddie groaned, crawling up your body until his face was inches from yours. He leaned in and kissed you, first just a slow peck. You pulled him in by the back of his neck, the kiss more passionate now. Your tongue caressed his bottom lip, Eddie moaning and giving you access to his mouth. He tasted like mint and weed. Your hand went down to his crotch, palming his hard-on, making him whimper. You were getting dizzy, feeling drunk on the taste of him.

"Please touch me, Eddie." Eddie loved the sound of you begging. You wanted HIM to touch you. He was a goner.

"Tell me what you need, come on, baby."

"Touch my pussy, please Eddie." you whined, squirming on the bed.

"Jesus Christ." Eddie said through gritted teeth, hoping he wouldn't come in his pants.

Eddie unbuttoned your shorts and pulled them down your legs, stroking your pussy through your panties. You were getting inpatient and pulled your panties down, throwing them somewhere behind you. He could see how wet you were and couldn't wait to bury his cock inside you.

"Open your mouth for me." He put his middle and index finger into your mouth, and you let out a filthy moan. You sucked on his fingers, Eddie wondering what you would look like with his cock in your mouth. "Get them nice and wet, baby, that's it."

Eddie's thumb started circling your clit, while his middle finger circled your wet hole. "Is this okay?"

"Fuck, yes." You needed his fingers inside you, now.

Almost as if he was reading your thoughts, he pushed his finger inside, making you moan. You were so soft and wet, and you were letting out the prettiest moans for him. "Oh my god, Eddie."

Eddie pushed in another finger, and started fucking you with them. "You take my fingers so well, don't you?"

You were a moaning mess now, so close to your release. Eddie felt your walls tightening. He leaned down and licked your clit a few times, before sucking on it, making you see stars. You came with a loud moan, your whole body on fire and shaking.

Eddie cleaned up your wetness with his mouth, your pussy sensitive from your orgasm but still craving his tongue on you. "Look at you all stretched out and trembling. Your thighs are shaking so much, baby."

Your fingers tangled in his necklace, pulling him up to you so you could kiss him. You could taste yourself on his mouth and it made your head spin. You pulled on his shirt until he took it off, your fingers trailing down his chest and tattoos. Eddie buried his face in your neck, sucking purple marks on it.

"Take your pants off and fuck me, Munson." you commanded breathlessly, tugging on the hem of his pants.

"As you wish." he took off his pants and boxers, his cock springing free. You whimpered at the sight, your hand coming up to wrap around his cock. Eddie moaned when you started to stroke him. He looked so good, you wanted to get your mouth on him now. "Can I suck you off?"

Eddie groaned, leaning his head back. "Fuck, babe, we can do that next time. I need to be inside you."

You weren't giving up though, you needed to know what he felt like in your mouth. "Just a little taste, please? I will get it nice and wet for you."

Eddie moaned again, his hand coming up to the back of your head as your face got closer to his cock. Your finger brushed the head, spreading the pre-cum, before you licked a stripe up his dick, moaning at his taste. You took him into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down a few times, the noises you were making were enough to make Eddie cum.

"Baby, please, need to fuck you." Eddie whined and pulled you off him. He laid you down on your back again and you opened your legs for him. "You're so beautiful spread out like this just for me."

He stroked himself a few times, before lining up with your entrance and pushing the head in. He leaned down to whisper in your ear. "I'm going to ruin you."

You both moaned when he pushed himself in, your legs wrapping around his waist. One of his hands came up to support your thigh, holding himself up with the other. He started slowly moving in and out of you, until he found the right pace for the both of you.

"You feel so good." he moaned into your ear. You were kissing his throat, nipping at the soft skin there, soothing it with your tongue afterwards.

You let out a loud moan after he found your g-spot, his pace quickening. "Fuck Eddie, you're fucking me so good, baby."

The hand he had on your thigh came up to your hip, squeezing you roughly. You were sure there would be bruises and that only made you more turned on.

You wanted him to mark you, you wanted people to see how good he was giving it to you.

Your nails were digging into his back, leaving scratch marks he was sure would hurt like a bitch later. But Eddie enjoyed the pain, something you apparently realized, because your hand wrapped around his throat and squeezed a little. "Good boy. You're so fucking good to me baby."

Eddie's hips stuttered, losing his grip for a moment. He didn't even know he had a praise kink.

"I'm so fucking close, baby." he moaned into your ear, kissing the side of your neck.

"Me too, fuck." His thumb came down to rub your clit and you couldn't think straight anymore. Your walls squeezed around him tightly when you came, prompting his own orgasm. He coated your walls with his cum, both if you panting heavily when you came down from your highs.

Eddie pulled out of you and laid down next to you, pulling you to him. Your hand was on his chest, trailing his tattoos, admiring his body. You felt him looking at you and you giggled. "What are you staring at?"

"The most beautiful girl I've ever seen." Eddie smiled, his hand tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "And she's laying in my bed, naked, after I just fucked her brains out."

You rolled your eyes, but your smile was so wide. "You're such a sweet talker."

"I'm just telling the truth."

You sighed, burying your face in his neck. "I think I'm addicted to you."

You whined, caressing his sweaty back. "I'm too sensitive for that. But I can sit on your face next time."

"Good. I'm addicted to you too. I'm addicted to the taste of your lips and that sweet, sweet pussy." Eddie kissed you, biting your lip gently.

"Wanna bury my face in between your legs and stay there forever."

The both if you smiled, Eddie kissing you again.

"Next time."

Hotter than hell (Eddie Munson x fem!reader)

Summary: Eddie and the reader are best friends that are in love with each other and have sex while high. That's it, that's the plot.

Warnings: smut, pwp, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), choking, spit kink, recreational drug use, unprotected sex, cursing, not beta read

Notes: I haven't written any fanfiction in the last 6 years, I lost all of my motivation to write. And then Stranger Things introduced this man and I instantly fell in love with him. This was also posted on my ao3 alterevak2121.

You were laying on Eddie's bed, feeling euphoric and really horny. Maybe, if you weren't high, you would've realized that what you were planing to do wasn't a good idea, but thankfully, you were far too gone for that.

"Eddie?" you asked, biting your lower lip.

"Hmm?" he hummed, not even looking at you, too lost in his own world. He looked so beautiful like this, his lips slightly parted, the moonlight illuminating his features. Moments like these were your favourite, when you could just lay down next to him, forgetting everything else in the world. It was just the two of you, nothing else existed. You wished it could be like this all the time.

"Can I ask you something?" you turned around so you were laying on your stomach, purposefully pushing your tits out. Eddie's eyes instantly fell to your cleavage as he licked his lips.

"Of course, sweetheart."

"Am I pretty?" you asked, taking a strand of his hair, twirling it around your finger.

"You're very pretty." he said with a small grin.

"But am I pretty-pretty, or are you just saying that because you feel obligated to, since we're friends?"

Eddie let out a chuckle, rubbing his knuckles up and down your arm.

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, sweetheart." And he really meant that. The second he laid his eyes on you for the first time, he knew there was no one more beautiful than you. You consumed his every waking thought. If only he wasn't such a coward and could tell you how he feels. But there was no way you felt for him what he felt for you, and he couldn't lose you. Having you as a friend was more than enough.

Only it wasn't. It was selfish, really, but he wanted you to be more than just friends. He wanted to hold your hand, kiss you, take you on dates. But you were so perfect, so kind and gorgeous. And Eddie was Eddie. How could someone like you fall for him? There was no way. So he tortured himself every night, falling asleep to the thoughts of you, and hoped it would get easier with time.

"Aww. And you're the prettiest boy I've ever seen." you kissed his cheek, making him let out a sigh.

It's like you knew the effect you had on him, and did all of this on purpose. But that was just his mind messing with him. He knew you would never do that to him. You were way too nice for that.

"Yeah? Do you mean that, or do you feel obligated to say it, because I told you you're pretty?" Eddie teased, making you giggle.

"I'm saying it, because I always thought you were beautiful, Eddie. I love your eyes, and that adorable smile." you pinched his cheek lightly, making his face screw up. Your eyes were glazed over and you looked so content.

"And I really want to sit on your face, but we're not gonna talk about that." you said suddenly, after a few seconds of silence.

Eddie wasn't sure if he heard you correctly, but he felt his heart stop.

"What?" he sat up abruptly, making you let out a squeal. "Are you joking?"

"Nope." you grinned, trailing your fingers down his chest. You could feel his heart beating wildly beneath your palm, and that gave you even more confidence.

"You-you want to sit on my face?" he repeated, still not believing you.

"Well, it's a very pretty face."

"But-" you put one of your fingers on his lips, shutting him up.

"Too many questions, it's my turn now. Do you think my body's also pretty?" you asked him with a teasing smile. He tried to calm down, he really did, but he could already feel himself getting hard.

"Well, I haven't seen enough to form an opinion on that." he teased back, wanting to see just how far you would go.

"Wanna see?" But there's no way he could've prepared for that. He reached out and put his hand on your waist, just to make sure you were real and not a fragment of his imagination. But you were here, he could feel the heat radiating of your body, and your soft skin beneath his fingers. Did he die and go to heaven? Although, no, there's no way he could've gotten in. But it looked still more plausible than what was happening right now.

"W-wait you mean like right now? You want to show me right now?"

You were enjoying seeing Eddie like this and loved the fact that you had this effect on him.

"Yeah, why waste any time?" you grinned wickedly and pulled your shirt off.

Truth is, Eddie thought about you naked. All the time. But never, even in his wildest dreams, did he imagine you getting naked for him, in his room, in his bed. Fuck, did he get so high that he's hallucinating now? Because there's no way you're actually showing him your tits right now, right?

"So? What do you say, Munson?" you would've been nervous if this was anyone else. But this was Eddie, your Eddie, and the way he was looking at you right now was making you shiver.

Eddie gulped, letting his eyes roam your upper body.

"You're really, really hot, Y/N." Eddie finally said, licking his lips. His hands were twitching at his sides, he wanted to reach out and touch you so bad.

"Would you fuck me?" Without a doubt. But he couldn't just say that, could he?

"Why are you asking me all of this?"

"Because I'm really, really horny." you bit your lip, letting out a barely audible whimper.

"Last week when we were smoking together, I was so wet I was dripping down my thigh the whole way home." It was frustrating, really. Not only did you have feelings for your friend, but you also wanted him to fuck you senseless every time you were near him.

"And every single time I go home and touch myself, I think about you." you crawled into Eddie's lap, making him let out a groan. How was he supposed to keep his feelings at bay when you were testing his sanity like this?

"Especially your fingers and those rings. They really turn me on." you whispered into his ear, biting on his earlobe, making Eddie let out a moan.

"Fuck, Y/N."

Here you were, shirtless, sitting on his lap and telling him all of these things. And Eddie looked at you like he wanted to ruin you, and you were enjoying every second of it.

"I mean, you don't see it, but I literally worship the ground you walk on. And if you want me too, why not help each other out." you said, trailing your nail up and down his crotch.

Eddie let out a loud moan and you grinned to yourself. You had him exactly where you wanted him.

"So what do you say, Munson? Do you want me?"

Eddie didn't bother answering verbally. Instead, one of his hands found the back of your neck as he pulled you in for a kiss. It was hot and needy, all tongue and teeth. You could feel him getting harder under your thigh and you instinctively ground your hips down. He whimpered into your mouth, which only made you wetter. You were pretty sure you could cum just like this, dry humping him. And God, if Eddie didn't get a grip, he would definitely cum in his pants.

One of his hands moved to your tits, pinching your nipple slightly, making you throw your head back. He took the opportunity to bite and suck on your neck, leaving marks along the way. Your moans were getting louder, and it was kinda embarrassing considering the fact he didn't even do anything yet. You were starting to lose your control over him and the smug bastard could feel it.

You gripped his hair and pulled on it a little. Eddie stopped kissing your neck and looked at you questioningly. You pulled on the hem if his shirt, and he helped you take it off.

"It wasn't fair that I was the only one shirtless." you said breathlessly, running your tongue along the lines of his tattoo.

"You're right, baby."

"We should take off your jeans too, looks pretty uncomfortable." you said, palming his hard on, making Eddie let out a moan.

You could listen to those sounds forever. He looked so beautiful like this, and you wanted to just keep looking at him, but you also really wanted to get your mouth on his cock.

You kissed your way down his chest and torso, and pulled his zipper down with your teeth.

"Fuck." Eddie was losing his mind. You were definitely doing this on purpose, he was sure now.

He helped you get rid of his pants and you let your fingers linger on the band of his boxers.

"Y/N." he said warningly, clenching his teeth.

"Eddie." you giggled, letting your hand wander lower and lower, until it rested on his cock.

"Can I suck your dick?"

"Fuck, please baby." he whined.

"No need to beg, baby." you said in a sultry tone, getting on your knees. Eddie was standing before you, as you pulled down his boxers. You let out a moan when you finally saw his cock, clenching your thighs at the sight.

"Soo pretty." you said, looking at him in a trance-like state. You gripped him at the base and gave a few strokes, before taking him into your mouth, licking the pre-cum from his tip.

"Oh, fuck, sweetheart." he moaned, holding the back of your head as it bobbed up and down.

You moaned around his cock and Eddie instinctively pushed his hips forward, making you choke.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry, baby." he started to apologize, fearing he fucked it all up, but you stopped him.

"I want you to fuck my face, Eddie."

There was just something about you right now, the way you were looking up at him. He knew you could ask for anything and he would give it to you without a second thought.

Eddie just nodded, not trusting his voice. You were literally perfect, his good girl. You were so quiet and shy when he met you, and now, here you were, down on your knees, taking his cock into your mouth. He loved corrupting you.

You put your hands on his thighs for support, while he started to move his hips slowly.

"That's it, such a good girl, oh my god. You're taking me so well, baby." He stroked your cheeks and you closed your eyes at the sensation. You moaned around him again, when he thrusted a little more roughly.

"Wanna choke on my cock?" Despite what you two were doing right now, he was looking at you with so much adoration. You really loved this man with all your heart.

You nodded, giving Eddie permission to start fucking your throat. He was holding your hair in a ponytail, pushing your head until he hit the back of your throat, just holding you there for a second. You gagged, spit running down your jaw and tears welling up in your eyes.

Eddie loved the way you looked right now. He couldn't believe you were looking like this for him; because of him.

You were barely able to breathe, and your mascara was running down your face, but it felt so good. You swore you could do this for the rest of your life. Eddie was moaning loudly and you knew he was close.

"Fuck, Y/N, sweetheart, stop." he pulled you off of his cock by your hair, making you whimper.

"Come here, baby." he said, helping you get up from the floor. He wiped the saliva and tears from your face, and kissed you softly. He pushed you down on the bed, lips still locked together.

"Let's take these off." he said, unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down your legs. He kissed the soft skin of your thighs, dangerously close to where you wanted him. You raised your hips so he could pull down your panties.

Eddie was convinced now, this WAS heaven.

"Eddie." you whined, urging him to touch you.

"Fuck. This is the prettiest pussy I've ever seen." he said, running a finger through your folds, collecting your slick.

"You really weren't kidding when you said you were dripping. Gonna make a mess, sweetheart."

Eddie leaned in and licked a stripe down your cunt, making you let out a lewd moan.

"You taste so good sweetheart, gonna eat this pussy like it's my last meal." And boy, was he dedicated. He alternated between licking your pussy and sucking on your clit, and you were seeing stars from how good it felt. You were a mess, all that was coming out of your mouth were loud moans and chants of "Eddie, Eddie, Eddie".

"Eddie, need your fingers." He hummed in acknowledgment, giving you one last lick and pulling away. You brushed his hair out of his face, stroking his cheek gently. He looked up at you, intertwining your hand with his.

"You're so fucking perfect." he kissed your knuckles, pulling his hand away and bringing it down to your pussy. He circled your hole with his finger, dipping it in slightly.

"Such a pretty little hole." he said, looking down at you in awe. "Gonna look so good stretched around me." He pushed in his middle finger slowly. "So tight."

Eddie found a pace that was good for the both of you and started fingering you, pushing his finger in and out.

"Please, need more."

"You really can't get enough, huh? So needy." He added a second finger and after a while a third one.

"Tell me Y/N, what else do you fantasize about?"

You couldn't answer him, too lost in the pleasure he was causing you. Eddie stopped fingering you, making you whimper. "Fuck, please, Eddie."

"Come on sweetheart, be a good girl, don't make me ask again."

You could barely think straight, let alone say a coherent sentence. But you wanted him, needed him so bad.

"Y-your hand wrapped around my throat. I wonder what your rings would feel like against my skin, while you're choking me. I want you to be rough with me, I want you to ruin me."

Eddie stroked his hand up your chest, stopping to massage your tits and pinch your nipples. He started fingering you again, making you let out a sigh. His free hand wrapped around your neck, choking you lightly. He put a bit more pressure on your throat, restricting your air flow.

You moaned, feeling so close to the sweet release. Everything he was doing was just bringing you closer to the edge. His fingers released your throat, slightly stroking the side of your neck.

"Good girl." Eddie praised, making you whimper, your cunt clenching around his fingers. He stroked your bottom lip with his thumb, and you parted your lips, so he could push it in. Your tongue wrapped around his finger, sucking on it and biting gently, before he pulled it out of your mouth.

"Spit in my mouth."

Eddie's brain short-circuited. There's no way you actually said what he heard you say, right?

Except he did hear you correctly, thank god, because having to repeat that sentence would've been humiliating.

"Open your mouth for me, baby." You did as you were told, opening your mouth for him. Eddie leaned over you, his face inches apart from yours.

You closed your eyes in ecstasy when you felt his saliva run down your tongue. Christ, this really shouldn't turn you on as much as it did.

You were so close and Eddie could feel it. He spit on your pussy and started rubbing your clit. You were getting dizzy, barely able to hear Eddie's praises. Your thighs clenched, your moans were getting louder, and finally, you felt your orgasm wash over you in waves.

But Eddie didn't stop, he continued fingering you. You reached out and tried to push his hand away, holding his wrist tightly, but he didn't budge.

"You know what I want from you, baby. Give me one more."

"Can't, Eds-" you whimpered.

"It's okay, sweetheart. Just breathe."

Despite your protests, you could already feel your high approaching again. Your whole body was on fire.

"Good girl, such a good girl for me."

"Please Eddie, need your cock inside me." you whimpered.

"How can I say no to that? You look so pretty, baby."

He finally pulled his fingers out of your pussy, your wetness dripping down on his mattress. You whined at the emptiness.

"Aw, my little slut just needs to be stuffed full all the time, doesn't she?" God, did this man have any idea what he was doing to you?!

Eddie reached out for the condoms in his night stand, when your hand stopped him.

"Need to feel all of you, Eddie. I'm on the pill."

"Are you sure?"

"Mhm. Want you to cum inside my pussy." He couldn't deny you anything, especially when you looked so pretty for him.

"Turn around. Ass up, hands behind your back." Eddie reached for the bandana hanging on his lamp, and wrapped it around your wrist, pinning them together behind your back.

"Is this okay?" he asked, planting a kiss on your shoulder.

"Yes."

He positioned his cock at your entrance, pushing the tip in, making you both moan. He pushed in, until he was fully inside of you. You felt so full. He gave you time to adjust to the feeling, when you started pushing your hips back. You needed him to move.

"Fuck me, Eddie." you whined. He finally started thrusting his hips, making you cry out.

"My little slut." Eddie's palm came in contact with your ass, leaving a red mark.

"More." you moaned out. He slapped your ass again and again.

"So perfect for me, sweetheart." Eddie praised, caressing the red flesh.

One of his hands wrapped around your neck, pulling you up, into his chest, choking you lightly. Your head was spinning and your ears were buzzing. You felt your orgasm approaching again.

"So close." you whimpered, and Eddie's thumb started rubbing your clit.

"Come for me, baby. Come for me, so I can fill you up."

Your whole body was shaking when you came, singing praises for Eddie.

"That's it, baby. Good girl."

"Fuck, Eddie, please-" It was too much.

"You can take it, baby. Just a little more." His thrusts became more erratic, and he moaned your name. He gave 3 final, rough thrusts and came with a loud groan, emptying his cum inside of you.

Sweat was clinging to your bodies, both of you were breathless. Eddie kissed your shoulder and pulled out of you.

He ran his fingers through your dripping folds, pushing them in.

"Can't waste a single drop. Want you full of my cum." You whimpered, your pussy overstimulated, your body still shaking with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

"Open your mouth, see how good we taste together." You opened your mouth and Eddie pushed his fingers inside. You licked and sucked them clean. You loved the taste of him on your tongue.

He laid down on the bed next to you, and pulled you close, your head resting on his chest, his arms around your waist. You took one of his hands and intertwined your fingers with his, resting it on his chest.

"You know I've been dreaming about this since we met?" Eddie's knuckles were caressing your arms and back, his voice soothing you.

"About us having sex?" you teased, turning your head to look at him.

"About laying with you here, like this." his fingers brushed the hair from your forehead, before softly kissing you. "I'm in love with you."

"I'm in love with you too, Eddie."

"Can I take you out on a date?"

"Only if you kiss me again." you smiled, one of your hands caressing his cheek as he started to lean in.

"As you wish."

CUTE AS A FUCKIN' BUTTON MASTERLIST

18+

Baker!Steve x Mob!Reader

Series Status: Ongoing

Series Summary: Steve is the owner of the cute new bakery in town, and he's purer than anyone you've ever known. You can feel him melting your ice heart, but you don't mind a single bit.

Content Warning: Mob!Reader x Baker!Steve, Mob!Sam x Mob!Bucky, fluff, mature themes, flirting, soft!steve, violence, mention of weapons, organized crime, eventual smut (dom!reader x sub!steve, mommy kink, specific warnings in each part).

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DRABBLES

steve gets protective during a meeting

Temptation | Eddie Munson x Reader

Hihihi! Please heed the warnings, and if its not for you please don’t read! Eddie’s a little bit of a perv in this, but honestly he just proper fancies reader (And reader proper fancies him!)💕

Summary: Your friend is determined to drag you to a basketball squad house party, hoping that you’ll finally score a date with a member of the team, but unfortunately for her you only have eyes for Eddie Munson. Spoiler free!

Warnings: 18+, non/dubcon (reader passes out for a bit, but wakes up), intoxication, drugs (weed), dry humping, cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk, tiny bit of degradation, multiple orgasms, praise praise praise, Eddie talks too much during sex, creampie, not proof-read! If I’m missing anything lemme know! 

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!reader.

Word Count: 8.3k.

The houses in this area of Hawkins were nice, too nice for such an unassuming town. A blatant display of wealth, showing clearly how the other half lived. Expensive enough it could probably send every senior in Hawkins High to college and fund their entire tuition. But there was one good thing about those houses on the nice side of Hawkins— they made the perfect location for those weekend parties when parents were away.

A loud thrum of bass reverberated in the background as you weaved your way through the crowds of people inside the huge house, careful not to trip over your own feet as you struggled in your heels. The baseball team commanded an audience as they huddled around the dining table to play beer pong, stray white ping pong balls soaring across the room as the girls they were playing with were completely off centre. A mixture of people swayed to the music in the middle of the room, right by the speakers, with a few couples cuddled together on plush leather couches. Your eyes scanned the room for the only reason you’d bothered coming to this stupid party in the first place, but you couldn’t see him anywhere.

“Come on, please?” Your best friend nudged your shoulder in the cafeteria as you picked at your lunch. Resting your head on one of your palms as you shook your head, glaring at her through the side of your eye.

“No.” This must be the twelfth? No thirteenth time she’d asked you to this party this week.

“Pretty please?” Fourteenth.

“Still no.”

“Oh come on, you never come to these parties with me.” There was a reason for that. Too many people crammed into the tightest of spaces, your friend would often ditch you in the first twenty minutes and you’d be left fending off the advances of Chance from the basketball team who for whatever reason decided to set his sights on you rather than the multiple cheerleaders he had to pick from. Cringing as you remember the last house party you agreed to go to, grateful that Nancy Wheeler had been able to get you out just in time before you had the chance to go insane.

“Hello- are you even listening to me?” Your friend followed your line of sight to see what you were staring at, seeing Eddie Munson sitting at the end of his table.

“Ugh, of course.” She shoved your shoulder to bring your attention back to her as your chin fell from your palm, “You’re disgusting, you know that right?”

“Why?” You turned to face your friend with a frown.

“I can’t believe you’re still crushing on the freak-”

“Don’t call him that,” You tried to cut her off but she was quick to continue.

“When Chance asked you out again the other day you said no, why the fuck would you do that? It would set you up here for the rest of the year. You’d be so popular, and I as your best friend would be right there with you.” She put her hand on her chest as she gave you a big smile.

You rolled your eyes as you chanced a final look over at Eddie who was laughing with his friends, throwing a piece of food across the table at the other members of his Hellfire club as you put your fork down. You had it bad.

“I don’t need to be popular, and I don’t want to date Chance. I’m pretty sure he’s slept with half the cheerleading squad.”

“So let’s find you someone you do want to date- at the party this weekend.”

You groaned as you shifted in your chair, dropping your water bottle back into your bag as you made to leave the room.

“You can’t spend the rest of your life alone.”

“There’s literally no one at that party I’d be interested in.” You rolled your eyes, standing up from the table.

“He’ll be there.” You stopped in your tracks as you looked at where your best friend was looking.

“Eddie?” You raised a brow, “Why would he be at a basketball game party?”

“Where do you think they get their drugs?”

You supposed she was right, it was no secret that Eddie Munson sold drugs and a big party had to be a lucrative evening for him. The irony that those same teenagers that bullied him were the same ones that were happy to give him money for drugs at these parties wasn’t lost on you as you slung your bag over your shoulder before grabbing your tray from the table to return it.

“Well?” Your friend called out to your retreating back.

“Fine, I’ll go.” You replied, tossing your trash before placing the tray back in place.

Her squeal was loud enough to disrupt the few tables in the surrounding area as you shook your head with a smile, waving her goodbye as you walked out of the cafeteria to make it to your next class.

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how about stepdad!bucky absolutely defiling reader into a perfect sex object for him? please and thank you!

Just A Toy, Just An Object

Pairing || Stepdad!Bucky x Stepdaughter!Reader

Word Count || 528

Contents & Warnings || Smut — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, non-con, explicit content/language, major age-gap (reader is early/mid 20’s, Bucky is early/mid 40’s), unprotected and rough sex, daddy/stepdaddy kink, size kink, dumbification, degrading, tummy bulge, multiple orgasms, no orgasms for reader, creampie, mention of bodily fluids.

Authors Note || FUCK YES! Hmmm… imagine just being a dumb little toy for your stepdaddy! This is not 100% perfect but my GOD is it HOT ;P

I had to remove the original photo I used because Tumblr flagged it :( ugh it was so yummy! Damn you Tumblr! It wasn’t even that explicit! But you can see the image HERE

Stepdad!Bucky Masterlist

Whenever your stepdad Bucky needed some relief, he came to you—his innocent stepdaughter. He had molded you into the ideal little toy, his perfect object to use for his own needs and pleasure.

That’s how you were now, spread out on your mattress as he fucked you raw and stupid for hours. He held your waist in a firm grip as he absolutely railed you into oblivion—fucking you like you meant nothing to him.

The drag of his length through your velvet walls had drool seeping from each side of your mouth as your eyes crossed. You slipped into a state where his swelling cock and heavy balls were the only things on your mind.

The bed squeaked with every forceful and abusive thrust he delivered to your little used and quivering pussy—slipping out till his tip was inside and then ramming his throbbing cock right back in, stretching you out to the limit. His cock bulged underneath your lower stomach each time he reached deep inside while your tits bounced with each force of his strong hips—his eyes became completely enticed by your submissive body.

You’d lost count of how many times he’d fill you up with his cum, but it was endless. He only cared about himself right now. Whenever you begged and pleaded for some relief, an orgasm or two, he reminded you what you were and meant to him.

“Baby girl, objects don’t have feelings. Objects don’t have needs and desires. And that’s what you are right now, you dumb fucking whore; an object. An object to be used and played with. A set of holes to be fucked and stuffed. Nothing more.”

His degrading words had your pussy flutter. “Oh, daddy,” you sweetly mewled, having him groan out at how innocent and pure you looked underneath him as he absolutely destroyed you.

“Look at that. Such a tiny pussy. Barely able to fit me, but taking me so well nonetheless. Tell me how grateful you are for your daddy filling you up, baby girl. Tell me what you are.”

“I’m just a little toy that belongs on your cock. Thank you, thank you, thank you, daddy,” you cry between each forceful jerk of his hips, “I’m grateful for every fucking thrust you put in me.”

He gave you one last particular hard thrust before he pulled out and wrapped his hand around his shaft, jerking himself till completion and degrading you with his seed.

The cum he spent all day pumping into you trickled out of your used, and quivering pussy as ropes of his new cum painted you all over—body and face.

The loss of him had your walls pulsating around nothing as your hole, even though used and sensitive, begged to be stuffed and abused once more by him.

His hand wrapped around your throat as he guided his red and swollen cock into your bruised and overstimulated pussy once more, making you cry out and beg no more.

“Come on, baby. One more time. One more time for your daddy. I can’t stop using your little pussy.”

He’s been saying the same sentence now for the last five times already…

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★ turned tables

a fic collab with @rafeyscurtainbangs

description: rafe has been your bully for as long as you remember. when you finally take the courage to stand up to him at midsummer's, it changes your relationship in more ways than one.

word count: 3.4k

warnings: mentions of bullying, violence, smut, degradation, name calling, slapping, rafe calling reader mommy.

rafe's pov:

I downed another drink before the night started, planning on getting shit faced for the entire evening. kelce was yapping about some girl as I leaned on the bar, head nodding in disinterest. where’s top? we were supposed to-

my jaw tightened as I swiveled my head to look behind me. Topper was chatting up some absolute stunner, though I could only see her from the back. she had this petite, black dress on with these black gloves that made my dick ache. her bare legs were accentuated by the thick, black boots she wore, making her as tall as topper. I smirked, watching the fat of her ass almost spill out of her dress. she was so fucking sexy. as she leaned forward to laugh, a sliver of her face got revealed. my heart stopped.

y/n?

a bubble of anger rose inside me. what the fuck was she doing around a kook like topper? I had been giving her hell since she moved here because, look at her, she just fucking deserves it. everything about her irked me, and I couldn't help myself but tear her down every time I could. she shivered at my presence around her every single time, a look of fear glazing her doe eyes. I felt excitement in makin’ her look bad, especially in a setting like this, and I wasn’t gonna miss my opportunity. I walked over to them, my presence making her freeze.

"hey top.... y/n" shooting her a look. she held her drink tighter, keeping her eyes on him.

"oh... hey, rafe, what are you doing here...." topper said confusedly, as if I was cock blocking him.

"oh, nothing, just had to ask y/n what she's doin’ here... you know the help isn't allowed out here, right?" I spat, a smirk creeping on my face at her embarrassment. I could see her coward away, a look of shame on her face.

"rafe, c'mon man—" topper sighed, but I interjected.

"no, no, no—" I laughed, seeing the tears glisten on her waterline. "—I just think it's really rude of her to come to our soirée when she knows she's not fuckin’ welcome here by anyone.” I knew I hit the dagger when she took a deep breath, turning to topper.

She stepped toward the bar, moving in front of me in an attempt to cut me off. She wobbled on her pretty little heels, sloshing her drink slightly. 

“Why don’t you have another mai tai, princess?” I taunt before she slams her tumblr glass on the counter.

“Oh, no… Shit. Did you need some liquid courage to talk to Top? I asked in a smug tone. 

She rolls out her neck slightly, taking a little breath. “No… Just needed a little liquid courage to be around you, Cameron.”

“You should be so fuckin’ lucky,” I sigh. 

"topper— can I have a private word with rafe?" she smiled sweetly, her hand swiping away a tear. she walked away, looking behind her to gesture for me to follow.

★

she walked up the stairs and into the resort, maneuvering through the white hallways until she entered an empty room. I followed her eagerly, wondering what she was gonna do to me. I bit my lip as I let my mind wander. she definitely wants to fuck, why else would she want to "talk with me in private"? Fuck I wanna talk too. Might be a little hard with her mouth shoved full of my cock. my dick got hard thinking about her on her knees for me, begging me to finally accept her.

she closed the door on us before turning to me, making me instinctively lick my lips. she walked up to me close, her face sweet as she looked at me.

"why'd you pull me in here, baby, finally come to your senses and let a kook use you?" I teased, undoing my belt.

"...mmm not quite," she purred, smiling as she took her gloves off. it would be a lie if I said she wasn't turning me on right now. I couldn't wait to fuck-

after a swift movement of her arm, I grabbed my face in pain, her hand hit my cheek, hard. the look in her eyes was scary, making me step back in fear. what the fuck was that? I stood there in shock at her actions, tears welling in my eyes from the pain. Before I could get a word out, she grabbed me by my collar, pushing me into the wall with her forearm on my throat, knocking the wind out of my chest.

"you better watch what you fuckin’ say to me next time," she spat. her intensity gave me chills. I cowered away at her anger, too stunned to speak. "tell me you understand me," she hissed as she dug her forearm into my throat harder. I couldn't talk, let alone breath, her new persona had me frozen to the wall. "I said, tell me you fucking understand me" she raised her voice. holy fucking shit.

"god- fuck I understand!" I quivered, bending over to grab my throat as she let go.

she scoffed at my weakness, putting her gloves back on as she straightened herself out. She looked at my limp figure as she strolled toward the door; my cheeks burned hot with embarrassment as I continued to cough and tear up from her actions.She looks back at me in disgust, sucking her teeth as she tries her best to hold back a laugh. “pull yourself together because Jesus Christ, Cameron… I barely touched you.” I swallowed hard, her words ringing in my mind as her beautiful, cruel eyes flickered back to mine. “Pussy.”

★

I couldn't think straight the whole night. After I had the courage to return to the party, I immediately regretted it.

"yo rafe, we've been looking for you- oh shit," topper exclaimed, seeing the bright red handprint on my face. him and kelce started laughing uncontrollably, frustrating me deeply. "hey- she finally put you in your place!" kelce boomed. "—oh, the tables turned for you, didn't they, cameron?" topper cried, laughing; he and kelce falling over each other.

upon their teases, my eyes landed on y/n, who was staring right back at me. her eyes softened, and her posture slouched; how was she the same person who had just hit the fuck out of me in the backroom? I shook my head, embarrassed and flustered from what the night had become.

y/n's pov

oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck I whimpered to myself as I walked to the car, leaving midsummer's. why the fuck did I do that. you couldn't believe you finally stood up to your bully, rafe cameron. it was relief mixed in with guilt—guilt about how you could've handled the situation better. but did you see the look on his face? he was absolutely stunned and fearful at your new attitude towards him. you winced as you replayed his shaking eyes, looking back at you, holding his tears back from the pain. you shook your head, needing to sort things out with him. you needed to say sorry, or else it would haunt you forever. you drove over to tanneyhill in the dead of the night, still in your clothes from the party. you pulled up to the mansion, walking up to the porch in a hurry.

you knocked on the door, hoping that someone would answer. it was extremely late in the night, but luckily, you were greeted by rose, who looked like she was just about to leave.

"oh- hi, sweetheart, can I help you?"

"Hi, can I see rafe? I need to tell him something." you fidgeted with your gloves.

"oh um—" she looked behind her. "—I think he's sleeping already, but you could go and look" she smiled, letting you in before leaving the house. you thanked her, walking past her as she pointed which room he was in on the second floor. you got to his door, heart beating out of your chest.

"rafe?" you whispered, knocking quietly. no answer. you sighed in frustration, not wanting to go in there unannounced. you had no choice when you were met with silence on the other side of the door, slowly turning the knob and peaking your head into the dark room. he was nowhere to be seen. you slowly trickled in, closing the door before moving slowly as you searched around for him. you stopped dead in your tracks when you heard sounds coming from his bathroom, but no light came from the crack beneath the door. you walked up to the door, putting your ear on it.

he was whining, incoherent words babbling from his mouth. you couldn't tell what was going on until you listened closer.

"...y/n... fuck, please..." he groaned in a needy, high pitch voice, slick sounds of his fist shaking his length barely audible. you stepped back, putting your hand over your mouth as you realized he was jerking off, to you. you listened again, the wetness between your legs flooding at his sounds."need it s'bad, mommy fuck-" he begged. you stared at the doorknob before twisting it open. you flipped the lights on to see rafe leaned over the bathroom sink, his blue suit undone and cock in his hand, body shaking from the pleasure. his movements jolted at you, barging in, hiding his exposed self from you.

"god, y/n- what the fuck!" he cried. he didn't sound mad, more like embarrassed.

all of a sudden, a switch flipped in you, and you're guilt for him subsided. you slowly began feeling the power you had over him in that backroom at midsummer's, making your eyes turn darker as you stared at him with lust. "y/n, get out..." he cried weakly, the red mark on his face still prominent.

"aw baby.... did I do that?" you fake pouted, walking up to him and caressing his red marked face. he took in sharp breaths, nodding like a child at your words. crazy as it sounds, he was desperate for you to yell at him again and show him how much power you had. your new aura was driving him crazy.you bit your lip, tsk'ing as you looked him up and down. he was pathetic and soon to be putty in your hands. you looked below at his aching hardom he was trying to hide from you. "did I do that too?" you cooed, referring to his leaking, aching hard-on. your gloved hand caressed the length as he moaned, nodding his head feverishly.

”what, baby? no words?” you whispered in a soft pouted tone. “that’s not like you. you’re usually runnin’ your mouth like a fuckin’ bitch,” you whisper, swatting your gloved hand against his cock, making him gasp and double-over, puffing out a breath. “shoulda figured you had a momma kink. pathetic little boys usually do,” you sigh as you reach behind your back, grabbing your zipper. 

rafe stands their dumbfounded as the metal splays open, peeling the material off your body, leaving you in the lingerie you put on on the off-chance that you got lucky with topper. he stands there, mouth agape, like a deer in the headlights, eyes falling down your body, a pathetic moan creeping out his throat. “holy shit,” he pants. You turn around on your heels, rafe quick to follow behind you like a puppy as you walk into his room. 

he unfastens his bow tie, letting it lay loose on his broad chest, ripping at the buttons of his shirt, his eyes trained on your body. “You know, cameron. this isn’t middle school. If you wanted my pussy you coulda just begged like a real man,” you scold as you grab him by the collar of his shirt, shoving the 6'2 mess of a man onto his bed as he fumbles over his words still. “Does he speak?” You ask condescendingly, raising an eyebrow as he looks back at you in awe and horror. 

“you’re so fuckin’ perfect—” he whimpers, his voice hoarse and worn with lust. “—just perfect for me. fuck… you're. you're-” he babbles as you climb onto the foot of his bed, crawling toward him slowly. “i’m what? thought you didn’t want me? i thought i wasn’t welcome around you? now you're whimpering and fisting your dick in the sink… to me?”

“yeah-“ 

“say. it.” 

“i’m whimpering and f-fisting my dick in the sink.”

“like a?”

”like a - like… fuck. like,” his voice trails away as you tug at his slacks, the blonde quickly yanking them down his thighs embarrassingly fast. 

you mock his stammer, looking at him with the same dumb expression he’s wearing. "what did I call you after I slapped you? I need to hear you say it before I think about touching you.”

“a bitch?” he responds hastily, going with a safe answer. looking at you with hopeful eyes, waiting for you to praise him. 

“try again.” 

“a pussy…” he whispers. nodding with you as you confirm his answer, a smile spreading across his lips that he actually got it right— the man so blissed out he’d call himself whatever it took just to get a piece of you. 

“that’s right, rafey. you’re a pussy. are you a virgin too? Your boxers are still on… Did you want me to rub one out through the fabric or what?” you ask through a laugh. he tugs his boxers down just as fast as his slacks, his body rigid against the headboard. His cock slaps against his toned body, precum leaking down his sweat-glazed skin. 

you wrap your gloved hand around his thick dick making him whine and whimper out your name. your satin gloves move up and down his long cock. rafe takes his plump bottom lip between his teeth, muscles flexing at the sight of you. 

”take the glove off, y/n. please! please, take the gloves off,” he corrects himself quickly, praying you’ll forgive his lack of manners, tears gathering in his eyes, cheeks flushed red because he knows you won’t. 

“who’s in charge, rafe?” you ask as you wind up, slapping the flesh of his inner thigh, making him yelp, the tears gathered in his eyes roll down his cheeks.

”y-”

*SLAP*

you crack his thigh again before he can even get the word out. his beautiful blue eyes stare at you pooled with lust, cheating heaving with his panting breaths, body trembling with adrenaline. “you’re in charge, princess.” 

“princess?”

”mommy…” He hums as you start to stroke again. “please… m’begging you. please. please. please. take off the glove.” 

“no,” you smile sweetly. 

“no?” He whines through a huffed breath.

“touch this dirty dick with my bare hands? no. I am in charge, rafe. I make the rules. and, I can change my mind whenever I’d like so you better start acting like a man that deserves this pussy.” 

rafe looks back at you like time’s stopped completely, fluttering his lashes, completely surprised. “your pussy? you’re gonna let me fuck you?” his thigh tremble uncontrollably, breath shuddering from the pleasure you’re giving him and the thought of more. the though of your warm, wet cunt wrapped around his dick. 

”you should be so lucky,” you hiss, using his words from midsummers as you pull off his cock. he gasps, wanting desperately to cum; you, edging him cruelly instead. his head falls back in sexual exhaustion, hitting his wooden headboard with a thud, his eyes pinching shut, the blonde was so hard it hurt. 

his eyes lift open as you stand up on the bed, pulling your panties down your thighs, tossing them to the side. he looks up at you half-lidded, his bottom lip quivering with want, as you lower yourself onto him. your wet cunt pressed against his upper thighs just inches away from where he wants you most. you rest your hands on his chest, feeling his heart bang underneath. 

you grind nice and slow, lifting your hands a little higher, grabbing both ends of his undone bow tie. you lean in slightly, teasing him further, the eldest Cameron tilting in as well just hoping for your lips against his.

“I fuckin’ hate you, Rafe.” 

“I’m sorry,” he answers pitifully. “I’m so sorry, I-”

”I’m not done,” you tut. ”I fuckin’ hate you. I hate that you think you’re better than me. I hate that you treat me like shit. I hate that you can’t treat me with respect. I had to break you first.” 

“You deserve respect,” he whispers as you loop the bow tie around his neck fully, his eyes widening by the second. 

“yeah? no shit.” you pull both sides hard, tightening the satin fabric around his neck as tight as you can. he grits his teeth, sputtering out a breath, spit seeping out of the corner of his lips. his eyes roll back in his skull, his muscles stuttering, rafe cumming in ropes on his body and yours—his dick completely untouched. you snicker at the mess. rafe’s cheeks blushing in complete and utter embarrassment. “I’m sorry. please - just please don’t stop, mommy. m’sorry. Alright? I never do that. just keep goin’-“

”you think I’m gonna stop?” you ask in disbelief as you wrap your fingers around the base off his dick, pulling to his throbbing tip, making his mouth hang open. you lean in brushing your lips against his, pulling back as his lips chase yours. “i’m gonna ride your cock ‘til you’re crying for me, princess.”

“i love you,” he mumbles drunkenly against yours lips. 

“sure you do.” you grab the cum-laced glove shoving it between his lips, making his eyes double. he moans around the satin as you grab his dick, slamming down on his lap, your drenched pussy taking him all. 

you reach behind your back, unclasping your bra as you start to bounce on his cock. rafe whimpers and cries get swallowed up in the material, completely overstimulated. you grab his wrists, guiding him to grab your tits. he squeezes and pinches, and you scold him with a slap across the cheek again, earning a whimper from him.

you feel your stomach start to coil with pleasure, your release within reach. you grab the gloves from rafe’s mouth, making him reach for a full breath. “sh-shit,” he stammers. “fuck. you gonna cum, mommy?” he asks hopefully, feeling you tightening around him, the sloppy sounds of your cunt filling his bedroom. you whimpered in response, the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot with every thrust. 

“play with my pussy, rafe.” he nods submissively, rubbing little circles with his rough fingers. you throw your head back, rafe’s lips quickly finding your neck, kissing wherever he can reach, your body too close to your climax to reprimand him for not asking first. 

“m’gonna cum,” you moan. 

“come on, pretty. so fucking good to me,” he mumbles hot against your neck. you lose your tempo  and he snatches your hips in his large hands, fucking up into you, his cheeks wet his tears. 

you match his gaze, teetering on the edge of your climax. he looks at you pleadingly, praying you won’t tell him to stop completely and finish you off with his fingers. “such a good boy for mommy,” you shudder between panting breaths. “maybe I’ll let you cum in my pussy-”

he whines and cries pitifully, your words having the ultimate effect, rafe doing just that. You smile wickedly, grabbing his flushed, tears-drench cheeks in your slight hands. he matches you gaze as you bounce of his laps, sobbing like a child telling it "feels so fucking good’ ‘please, mommy, please,” as he begs for your orgasm.

“look at you,” you moan as you hit your finish, clenching and creaming around his cock as he buries himself in your chest, his big body fighting for air. you grab his cheeks, prying his face off of you, forcing his beautiful, pathetic gaze on yours as he looks back at you consumed in only thoughts of you. not wanting to mess up by speaking, just waiting for your beautiful words. 

you lean in, pressing a gentle kiss against his quivering lips. his big strong arm wraps around your waist, making you smile with satisfaction about how easily it would be for him to have overpowered you from the jump but this is what he wants. 

you brush his bangs out of his face, capturing his chin between your manicured fingers. 

“good boy.”

thank you so much to @rafeyscurtainbangs for helping me like crazy to write this!!! loved collabing with you 💗🤭

Eddie Munson lives rent-free in my head now.

eddie munson x reader & steve harrington x reader (?)

warnings: daddy kink, choking, creampie, overstimulation, voyeurism

ugh imagine Steve walking into you and Eddie fucking?

You’ve been at it like bunnies, fucking nonstop and only taking breaks to smoke a shared blunt. Both of you left the door to Eddie’s bedroom ajar, not really giving a shit if someone walked in. There’s metal music playing loudly in the background, swallowing your moans and the sound of Eddie’s bed hitting the wall. It’s not like you both expected a visitor because Eddie’s uncle wasn’t gonna be home until late. You both definitely wouldn’t expect Steve to walk in uninvited.

You’re bouncing down on Eddie’s cock, squealing and moaning his name so prettily. Your facing your boyfriend who has a blunt between the fingers of his free hand and the other hand gripping your left hip. His hand trails up to your chest to grope and squeeze your tits. You whine when he leans forward to suck and bite one of your nipples.

And in search for Dustin, Steve slips inside

“Good fuckin’ girl.” Eddie praises sweetly against your ear, “Keep fucking your self on my cock like that, my pretty little slut.

And Steve who is so blissfully unaware of what the fuck the two of you are doing, he steps inside the trailer in search of Dustin and Eddie. He repeatedly shouts out Eddie’s name, growing frustrated as the loud music playing swallows his voice. He lowers the music on the radio and rolls his eyes.

“Freak, probably can’t hear me with this goddamn music playing.” Steve huffs, rushing towards the hallway that he’s sure leads to his room.

“Hey freak, have you seen Dustin by any chance? He was supposed to meet me at the Family Video but he didn’t show up so I figured he’d be here since—“

He turns the knob and opens the door, freezing instantly when he realizes what’s going on. Staring at the view of your back and ass, moaning and calling Eddie ‘daddy.’ He should really leave but for some reason his feet are planted onto the ground, preventing him from leaving. Or maybe he didn’t want to leave. Maybe he just wanted to see the way you arched your back and listen to your high pitched squeals and whines while Eddie, slammed you down on his cock.

This should be disgusting— he should be disgusted by this. But he isn’t, no. In fact, he’s turned on at the sight of you, his crush that he’s been trying to score a date with, fucking your tight little pussy on Eddie’s cock.

Then when he realizes Eddie is staring straight at him, he visibly panics. His cock is strained against his jeans, hard and throbbing at the sight of this. Eddie, the shit he is, smirks and pushes you down on his mattress, wrapping your legs around him. He fucks you hard and fast, forcing his thick inside of your gushing cunt that he keeps filling up over and over. Your moans grow louder and they’re music to both of the mens ears. His ring clad hand reaches over to grip your throat, eyes never straying away from Steve for a minute before staring down at you.

“My pretty little slut, like it when daddy fucks you like this? Fucks you hard and treats you like a whore?” Eddie spits cruelly, smirking at you when he noticed your eyes are fluttering. Black spots mark your vision but the euphoria and high that your experiencing is too overwhelming, and you grip his wrist. Eddie eventually let’s go of your throat, hand trailing between your bodies to flick and thumb your throbbing clit, groaning as your cunt milks him.

“Oh, fuck— s’too much Daddy!” You squeal loudly, pussy spasming uncontrollably around his cock, a gush of your juices surge that Steve is sure tastes sweet. Your body then lays flat against the mattress, relaxed and breathe evening out and Steve figures you passed out.

“F—Fuck yeah, princess—“ Eddie let’s out a soft moan of your name, cock throbbing and his balls tighten before he pumps your pussy full of his cum once more. He pulls out to rest his cock against the folds of your pretty cunt, smearing more cum against it in the process. It’s heavy and fat on your pussy. It’s not long till Eddie begins to stare at him once again, the same smirk he gave him earlier when he was fucking you crawls back on his lips.

“Hope you enjoyed the show but fuck off now, will ya?” Eddie chuckles. He removed himself from your body and covers it with a blanket, away from Steve’s prying eyes. He then walks towards Steve who is still standing in front of the door. He grins and let’s out a small amused laugh when he realizes how embarrassed Steve is for being so hard at the sight of you being fucked.

“I gave you a free show this time but next time? Not gonna happen. I’d take care of your little problem ASAP if I was you, Steve. Blue balls is a serious disease.” Eddie grinned sardonically, pushing Steve out of the room and slamming the door in his face.

Just yes 💕