𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 | dark!eddie munson x f!reader
cw ⸝⸝ 18+ only ⸝⸝ DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT ⸝⸝ mild dubcon (like it borders on non-con) ⸝⸝ stalking ⸝⸝ knife play ⸝⸝ unprotected piv ⸝⸝ possessiveness ⸝⸝ noncon drug use ⸝⸝ restraints ⸝⸝ exes ⸝⸝ abduction ⸝⸝ minor injury ⸝⸝ drug use ⸝⸝ creampie ⸝⸝ toxic relationship ⸝⸝ breaking and entering ⸝⸝ choking ⸝⸝ degradation ⸝⸝ humiliation ⸝⸝ emotional manipulation ⸝⸝ obsessive behavior ⸝⸝ brief blood play ⸝⸝ r has she/her pronouns ⸝⸝ no use of y/n ⸝⸝ brief mention of baby trapping ⸝⸝ 4.4k
synopsis: you thought you’d finally moved on. but eddie munson has never been the type to let go of what he wants — and he’s spent the last few months making sure you never really left his sight.
note: i had originally written this fic like six years ago but decided to try my hand at rewriting it. it's way darker and definitely took on a life of its own. i tried to tag accordingly, so, if i missed anything let me know! if you're sensitive to any of the tags, please do not read ahead. take care of yourself first and foremost. <3
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“hello, sweetheart.”
the silky smooth voice causes you to stop dead in your tracks upon entering your apartment, your blood running cold at the familiar cadence. no, it can’t be? you think to yourself, swallowing the lump in your throat as you step further into the house. you turn the corner from the foyer and enter the living room, your eyes widening. there he was, in all his glory, sitting on your maroon sectional, lit cigarette in hand with his feet propped up on the black coffee table.
it had been months since you had last heard from him or seen him outside of your apartment, watching you at all hours of the night. you figured he had given up on you, had taken the hint that you wanted nothing to do with him, but you were wrong. that became painstakingly obvious when a bouquet of your favorite flowers got delivered to your doorstep with a card that read:
“eddie? w-what the hell are you doing here?”
your voice comes out smaller than you mean it to, shaky and thin. your heart is hammering so hard it feels like it might crack your ribs. seeing him here, in your space, after all these months of radio silence, feels like the floor has dropped out from under you. you’d convinced yourself he was gone for good. you’d almost believed it.
“well, i came to see you, of course,” he says simply, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. he blows a slow stream of smoke from his lungs, those warm brown eyes never leaving you for a second. “love what you’ve done with the place.”
he gestures lazily with the cigarette toward the picture frame sitting neatly on the accent table — the one of you and your boyfriend at the beach last summer. his voice drips with sarcasm, but underneath it there’s something venomous that makes your stomach twist. “i never took you as the domestic type.”
your eyes flick to the frame against your will. your boyfriend's smiling face stares back at you, oblivious and happy, and the sight of it suddenly makes you feel sick with guilt. you force your gaze back to eddie, trying to keep your expression steady even as your pulse races. “there’s a lot you didn’t know about me.”
eddie stands up from the sectional in one fluid motion, taking a few slow steps toward you with the cigarette still burning between his fingers. the distance between you shrinks, and with it, the air in the room feels thinner. “maybe so,” he muses, taking a long drag before letting the smoke curl out between his lips. his eyes are darker now, more intense. “or maybe you’re just lying to yourself.”
he stops a few feet away, close enough that you can smell the familiar mix of smoke and his cologne. close enough that you have to tilt your head back slightly to meet his eyes. the way he’s looking at you makes you feel stripped bare, like he can see every secret you’ve tried to bury deep inside yourself.
“i’ve learned a lot about you this past year,” he continues, voice low and almost conversational, but every word lands heavily. “i know deep down you don’t give a fuck about him. because if you did?”
he tilts his head slightly, a slow, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“you wouldn’t be moaning my name while you fuck yourself on those pretty little fingers.”
your stomach drops so fast it makes you dizzy. heat floods your face — shame, humiliation, and something far more dangerous curling low in your belly that you refuse to name. he knows. he’s seen. the realization crashes over you in waves. every time you’d touched yourself thinking about him, every time you’d bitten your lip to keep from crying out his name while your boyfriend slept beside you, every filthy, guilty fantasy you’d tried to bury… eddie had watched it all.
your throat tightens. you feel exposed in a way that makes your skin crawl and your pulse throb between your legs at the same time. you hate it. you hate how easily he can still pull that reaction from you. your hands are trembling at your sides and you quickly clench them into fists, trying to hide it, trying to hold onto some shred of dignity even as your eyes burn.
eddie chuckles humorlessly as the realization dawns across your face, stepping even closer, the scent of smoke and his cologne wrapping around you like a noose. “i’m always keeping an eye on you,” he says, voice low and smooth. “what kind of man would i be if i didn’t?”
your heart slams against your ribs so hard it hurts. the walls feel like they’re closing in. you stumble backwards toward the entryway on shaky legs, your breaths coming in shallow, panicked gasps. every instinct screams at you to run, to get as far away from him as possible before it’s too late. you spin on your heel, adrenaline flooding your system as you make a desperate break for the front door.
eddie moves fast.
he lurches forward and catches you before you can even reach the handle, his fingers clamping around your upper arm with an iron grip that makes you cry out. the metal of his rings bites into your skin as he yanks you back against his chest, hard enough that your back collides with him. “where do you think you’re going, baby?” he mocks, the words warm against the shell of your ear. there’s amusement in his voice, but underneath it is something dark and possessive.
“eddie! let me go!” you scream, voice cracking as tears spill hot and fast down your cheeks. you thrash wildly in his hold, twisting and pulling with everything you have, your free hand clawing at his wrist. “please! if you love me, let me go!”
he doesn’t even flinch. instead, his grip tightens, fingers digging in until you’re sure they’ll leave bruises. “oh no,” he murmurs, almost gently. “i made the mistake of letting you go once. i’m not doing it again.”
your pulse is roaring in your ears. you can feel the heat of his body behind you, the steady rise and fall of his chest against your back as you struggle. panic claws up your throat. you try to stomp on his foot, try to elbow him in the ribs, but he’s stronger than you remember — or maybe you’re just weaker from the sheer terror coursing through you. he shifts his hold easily, one arm banding across your chest to pin your arms while his other hand reaches into his pocket.
you catch the flash of white fabric a second too late.
“no— eddie, please—!” your voice cracks into a sob as he brings the cloth up and presses it firmly over your nose and mouth. the sharp, sweet chemical smell hits you instantly. you thrash harder, kicking and twisting in his grip, but he holds you steady against him like nothing. your fingers scrabble uselessly at his forearm. your lungs burn as you try not to breathe it in, but your body betrays you — you have to inhale.
the world starts to tilt.
your limbs grow heavy, sluggish. the edges of your vision blur and darken at the corners. you can still feel eddie’s arm locked around you, his breath calm and even against your hair while yours comes in frantic, muffled gasps against the cloth. tears keep falling, soaking into the fabric as your struggles grow weaker, more uncoordinated. a broken whimper escapes you.
eddie’s voice is the last thing you hear, low and almost tender against your ear.
“that’s it, sweetheart… just let go. i’ve got you.”
your knees buckle. the last thing you register is the feeling of him catching your weight easily as everything slips away into blackness.
the room is pitch black save for the pale moonlight filtering in through the open window. eddie sits at the small table next to the kitchen, the faint scrape of a credit card against glass the only sound as he cuts a few lines. he leans down, snorts them in quick succession, then sits back hard against the chair with a low, guttural groan. the familiar burn floods his system, sharp and electric, chasing away the restless edge that’s been crawling under his skin for months. for the first time in a long while, the noise in his head quiets. he tilts his face toward the ceiling, eyes half-lidded, grateful to finally feel something close to peace.
you awaken not long after.
it’s slow at first — a thick fog clinging to your mind. your head feels too heavy for your neck. your tongue is dry and cottony against the roof of your mouth. there’s a dull, persistent pounding behind your eyes and a strange chemical taste lingering at the back of your throat. for a few disoriented seconds you don’t know where you are or why your body feels so sluggish. blinking feels like too much effort. the room spins when you try to move your head.
then the memories slam back into you all at once.
the apartment. eddie waiting in the dark. the iron grip on your arm. the cloth pressed over your face. the way everything had gone soft and distant as you fought to stay conscious.
your stomach lurches with fresh panic.
you force your eyes open wider, vision still blurry at the edges, and glance around. moonlight spills across the room in silver streaks, catching on dark furniture and the edge of a familiar bed. eddie’s bedroom. the realization settles over you like ice water. you’re in his bed. in his apartment. and you have no idea how long you’ve been here.
a soft creak of floorboards pulls your attention toward the doorway.
eddie walks in, his silhouette cutting through the moonlight. the second his eyes land on you, his lips pull into a wide, almost boyish smile — like he’s genuinely happy to see you. “hey, you’re finally awake.”
you turn your head toward the sound of his voice, sucking in a sharp breath as your eyes adjust enough to see him clearly. he’s dressed in nothing but a pair of gray boxers. his wild curly brown hair is slightly disheveled, a few strands falling across his forehead. the sight of him — so casually at home while you’re trapped here — makes your chest tighten with a confusing rush of fear and...
“sorry about the restraints,” he says, almost casually, gesturing toward your wrists and ankles.
you hadn’t even noticed them yet, still too groggy and disoriented to register the pressure around your limbs. but now that he’s pointed them out, you feel them — the bite of rope against your skin, the way it holds your arms slightly above your head and keeps your legs spread just enough to make you feel exposed. a cold wave of dread rolls through you. you test the bonds instinctively and the ropes creak but don’t give. the helplessness hits you all at once, heavy and suffocating.
“a bit dramatic, don’t you think?” you manage, voice hoarse and shaky.
eddie’s smile softens into fondness as he watches you slowly come back to yourself. “i had to make sure you weren’t going to run off when you woke up,” he says simply, like it’s the most reasonable thing in the world.
he climbs onto the bed without hesitation, the mattress dipping under his weight as he moves toward you. he towers over you, his body blocking some of the moonlight.
your heart is pounding so hard you’re sure he can hear it.
one finger traces slowly along your cheek, the rough pad of it dragging lightly over your still-clammy skin. you can smell the faint trace of smoke still clinging to him, mixed with his cologne.
“i missed seeing you like this,” he whispers, voice low and rough. “tied up and at my mercy.”
his finger continues its path downward, gliding from your cheek to the delicate column of your throat. he wraps his hand around it with careful, deliberate pressure — not enough to cut off your air yet, but enough to make your pulse flutter wildly against his palm. “screaming my name while i fuck that perfect, tight little pussy of yours.”
you writhe beneath him on instinct, the ropes biting into your wrists as you twist. you want to disappear into the mattress, to vanish completely. the heat of his body so close to yours, the weight of him hovering just above you, makes it hard to breathe. “what makes you think i’d let you fuck me?” you snap, voice shaking despite the anger you try to force into it. “you’re fucking psycho, eddie!”
he chuckles, the sound low and humorless, and tightens his grip on your throat just enough to make your next breath come thinner. “oh, you will.”
with his free hand he reaches over to the nightstand. the soft scrape of metal against wood makes your stomach drop. he picks up the knife and brings it into view, flashing the blade in front of your face with a lazy flick of his wrist. his eyebrows lift in a mocking little gesture before he catches the handle between his teeth. the sound of fabric tearing fills the room as he rips your dress straight down the middle in one rough motion, the cool air hitting your exposed skin instantly. he discards the ruined material somewhere off the bed, leaving you in nothing but your black lace panties.
eddie takes the knife from between his teeth and drags the flat of the blade slowly along your stomach, the cool metal kissing your skin. he watches every flinch, every sharp intake of breath, clearly reveling in the way you squirm underneath him. your soft, panicked pleas and whimpers seem to go straight to his cock — you can see it in the way his eyes darken and his breathing grows heavier. “shh,” he coos gently, pressing a finger to your lips. “it’s okay, baby. i would never hurt you.”
you push your head further back into the mattress, trying to escape his touch, but there’s nowhere to go. the ropes hold you open and helpless. shame burns hot in your chest as your body betrays you anyway — your nipple tightens under the light brush of his finger, a fresh wave of unwanted heat pooling low in your stomach. eddie smirks at the way you flinch and then arch despite yourself. he removes his finger only to trace slow circles over the hardened peak, watching your face the entire time.
a broken moan slips out of you before you can stop it. tears spill down your temples and into your hair as you squeeze your eyes shut, desperate to block him out and failing. the pleasure feels so…g-.
“hm… so receptive to me even after all this time,” eddie breathes, voice low and rough with satisfaction. he rolls your nipple between his fingers, pinching just hard enough to make you gasp. then he dips down and drags his tongue over it in one slow, wet stroke, keeping his eyes locked on your face. you moan louder this time, the sound raw and involuntary. you bite down hard on your lower lip to try and trap the next one, but it’s useless, thighs trembling against the ropes.
eddie trails the knife lower, the cold flat of the blade gliding over your stomach and down to your mound. the metallic chill makes your muscles jump. with one clean motion he slices through the delicate lace of your panties, the fabric parting easily under the sharp edge. he tosses the ruined material aside without looking, then groans hotly at the sight of you — glistening and exposed under the pale moonlight.
“fuck…” he whispers, almost reverent. “so pretty…”
he slowly drags the blade through your folds, coating the steel in your wetness. you can feel every inch of it — the cool metal parting you, the sharp edge hovering far too close. eddie licks his lips as he watches the way your body reacts. “tell me. how much did you miss me?”
the question hits you like a slap. your chest heaves with every shaky breath. you hate how fast the answer comes.
“so much,” you whine, the words tumbling out before you can stop them. your voice is small, wrecked. you peer up at him through heavy, wet lashes, shame flooding you the second the confession leaves your mouth. “i missed you so much.”
eddie grins wickedly. he gathers some of your slick on the tip of the blade and brings it up to your lips. “prove it.”
your breathing stutters. you keep your eyes on him as you lean up as far as the ropes allow and drag your tongue along the underside of the blade, all the way to the tip. the taste of yourself coats your tongue and a soft, humiliated moan escapes you as you lick it clean, lashes fluttering.
“that’s it,” eddie groans, palming his cock as he gazes down at you. “you always were such a good girl.”
eddie brings the knife back to your cunt, rubbing tight circles against your clit. the cool metal makes you hiss, instinctively swiveling your hips for more friction.
“you love this, don’t you?” he rasps, his tone low and seductive. “you’re fucking soaked.”
you glare up at him, yanking hard on the restraints in pure frustration. the ropes dig painfully into your wrists, but you barely feel it. you hate how easily you turn to putty in his hands, no matter what he’s done, no matter that he drugged you and tied you to his bed like a fucking lunatic. the worst part is knowing it’s always been like this. you’ve always wanted eddie munson more than anything — even now, when you should be terrified, when you should be screaming for help instead of feeling your clit throb with every touch.
“please,” you beg, voice cracking as you look up at him with glassy, desperate eyes.
eddie tilts his head, that cruel little smirk playing on his lips. “please, what? hm?”
he drags two fingers through your slick folds, teasing your entrance with feather-light pressure before pushing in to the first knuckle. the stretch is barely anything, but it’s enough to make your walls flutter greedily around him…then he pulls out completely, leaving you empty and aching.
your mind is a fucking mess. you don’t even know what you’re begging for anymore. for him to untie you? for him to stop? or for him to finally give you what your traitorous body is screaming for? you settle on both...
you squeeze your eyes shut, lips parting on a shaky breath as another broken moan slips free. “let me go,” you whisper, even as your hips twitch upward on their own, chasing his hand.
the second his fingers sink back inside you — deeper this time — your back arches off the bed. eddie curls his fingers immediately, dragging them against that sweet spot inside you with practiced ease.
“you already know the answer to that one, baby,” he says, voice low and laced with malice. “now, tell me exactly what i want to hear.”
“no,” you force out, meeting his eyes with whatever defiance you have left. but the word is hollow. your body is already betraying you completely — hips rolling, thighs trembling, cunt clenching tightly around his fingers. you toss your head back against the pillow, a filthy, desperate moan tearing from your throat as he strokes that spot again. “fuck!”
he smirks, scissoring his fingers inside of you before pulling them out to rub harsh circles on your clit. you moan loudly, the sound vibrating around the room along with the wet, squelching sounds of your cunt. the anticipation of being buried inside of you becomes too overwhelming and eddie can’t take it any longer. he pulls his boxers down in a swift move, pumping his cock in his hand.
your gaze falls on his cock, heavy and hard in his hand. your mouth waters at the sight: tip flushed red, a bead of precum dangling from the slit, prominent veins exposed all along his perfect shaft. your cunt clenches, causing arousal to drip down your thighs to the sheets beneath you.
“tell me you want me,” eddie says, voice low and rough as he rubs the thick head of his cock over your swollen clit. “and i’ll give it all to you.”
you whimper helplessly. your tongue darts out to wet your dry lips as he continues to tease you, dragging his cock through your slick folds again and again. every brush against your clit sends sparks of pleasure shooting through you, and you hate how badly your body craves more.
eddie chuckles darkly at your reaction. “if you say so.”
he lines himself up with your entrance, the pressure making your breath catch. for a moment he just teases you there — rocking his hips so the head of his cock nudges against you without pushing in. then he finally sinks into you with one slow thrust, a hot, guttural groan ripping from his throat as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.
“goddamnit,” he breathes against your skin, the word shaking with restraint.
you grip the ropes above your head so tightly your knuckles turn white, a long, broken moan spilling from your lips as he fills you. your cunt pulses and flutters around his thick cock, the stretch burning in the best way. he doesn’t give you time to adjust. he pushes himself up on his hands and starts thrusting into you hard and sharp, the force of it jolting your body against the mattress.
“he doesn’t know how to make you feel good like i do,” eddie growls, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise. “i’ve seen the way he fucks you.”
his words hit deep in your gut. but you spread your legs wider for him anyway, the movement instinctive and humiliating. “i bet it killed you,” you breathe, voice trembling. “watching another man fuck me. knowing it should have been you.”
eddie’s eyes flash darkly. he brings the knife back to your throat, pressing the cool, flat edge against your skin as he drives into you harder, deeper. the threat of the blade makes every nerve in your body light up with fear and want.
“perhaps,” he muses, voice tight with arousal. “but i know it killed you. remember, baby… i watched you touch yourself after he'd leave.”
he nicks your skin, groaning hotly as you whine in pain beneath him. he leans down and licks the blood pooling at the surface of the wound, lashes fluttering at the metallic taste. “mm…”
you wince as the cut begins to sting. you flick your eyes up at him with a doe-like expression. “perhaps.”
eddie’s lashes flutter as your tight walls clench around him, his wild curls falling forward and brushing against your face. his head hangs low between his shoulders as he groans, “god, i missed your pussy so much. it was fucking made for me.”
you yank hard on the ropes, the coarse fibers biting into your wrists. you’re desperate to touch him…to drag your nails down the smooth plane of his back, to fist your hands in his hair and pull the way you know drives him crazy.
“let me go,” you moan, tugging uselessly at the restraints again. “wanna touch you.”
“you know i can’t do that,” he breathes, voice strained with pleasure. he sets the knife aside and replaces it with his hand, wrapping his fingers around your throat and squeezing just tight enough to cut off your airflow. your eyes roll back instantly, a choked gasp catching in your chest as the pressure builds. the edges of your vision start to blur while your cunt clenches even tighter around him.
“eddie—!” you rasp, his name barely making it out.
he grins wickedly and releases his grip, letting you suck in a desperate, ragged breath. “such a good little whore,” he groans, hips still moving in deep, brutal strokes. “aren’t you?
you’re so far gone, so lost in the overwhelming mix of fear, shame, and pleasure, that the word slips out before you can stop it.
“yes…”
eddie’s eyes darken with satisfaction. he pulls out without warning, pushing your legs back to your chest and you're completely pinned beneath him. he thrusts back into you in one sharp motion, the new angle so deep it punches the air from your lungs. “gonna cum so deep inside you ,” he grunts, smirking down at you with wild possession in his eyes. "gonna..fuck a b-.”
you cry out at the sudden, brutal depth, your body stretched and helpless in the new position. his words barely registering through the haze of sensation, but they send a fresh, shameful pulse of heat through you anyway. your cunt pulses around him as your orgasm builds fast and merciless, every thrust driving you closer to the edge.
“please, eds… i need to cum!” you beg, voice wrecked and shaking. "wanna cum.."
he leans down, his hand wrapping around your throat again as he keeps fucking you deep and hard. “who do you belong to?” he breathes, voice rough against your lips. “tell me and i’ll let you cum.”
“you!” you scream, the word tearing out of you hoarse and broken as your face twists in overwhelming pleasure. the tip of his cock slams into your sweet spot over and over.. “you— fuck— you!”
“that’s right, baby,” eddie moans. his grip on your throat tightens for one more second before he releases it, letting you gasp in a desperate, shuddering breath. at the same time, he buries himself as deep as he can and cums with a guttural groan, pulsing hot and thick inside you. you feel every spurt of his cum flooding your cunt, the heat of it pushing you over the edge.
your orgasm crashes through you violently. your back arches hard against the mattress, legs trembling as your walls spasm around his cock. the pleasure is overwhelming, made sharper by the lack of air and the way he’s still grinding into you through it. tears spill from your eyes as your body shakes uncontrollably beneath him.
eddie stays buried inside you, breathing hard, his forehead pressed against yours as the last waves of his release pulse into you. his hand stays loosely around your throat, thumb stroking gently over your racing pulse like he’s soothing you.
“you’re mine,” he whispers against your lips. “always.”
