Summary: Eddie approves your request to switch dynamics in bed. You eagerly pull out the handcuffs—your weapon of choice as you take what you need. It’s too bad for Eddie that what you need is to drive him insane…
Word Count: 3.9k of just straight up hard core porn…
Warnings: 18+ mdni!!! Smut, PiV unprotected sex, kinda dark!Eddie, dom/sub dynamics, verryyyy rough sex, dead dove: do not eat, face slapping, cum play, cream pie, masturbation (f), very mean!dom!Eddie, choking, angry!Eddie doesn’t like when you disobey him, kind of bratty!Reader, spanking, fingering, clit-pinching, dacryphilia, lot of degradation, mocking/humiliation, name calling (whore and bitch), Eddie’s a lil manipulator teehee, tiny bit of breeding kink if you squint
A/N: I wrote this in a brain worm induced trance a month ago, so sorry if this is not coherent.
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Usually Eddie likes to be in control, fucking you in any position or hole you’ll allow him to. However, when you proposed a different scenario, wanting to try being in control for once, the loving boyfriend that he is, he, of course, agreed.
But because you're feeling particularly evil, you don't play with him, as you said you would when you explained your fantasy to him. Well, you don’t play with him in any sort of way he’d want to be played with. He was fully willing to let you pretend to boss him around, to take what you needed from him. He’d have even played the part of your sub—if you hadn’t gone and fucked it all up, of course.
Instead of doing what you promised, you sit on his thighs, trapping his legs to the bed as you touch yourself in front of him—something he doesn’t like you doing. He always tells you, if you want to get off, he would gladly fuck you six ways to Sunday. So you fingering your pussy right in front of him is a slap in the face and a clear display of you spitting on the rules he so kindly laid out for you when you two first started sleeping together.
He only has those rules to keep you well-behaved because well-behaved girls get to cum. Well-behaved girls get treated like princesses, not whores. But you’re forcing his hand here, you’re practically begging to be treated like an expendable whore.
When he realizes what you’re doing, that this was your plan all along, he practically growls, yanking at the cuffs imprisoning him to the bed frame. He’s never going to trust you again when you try to tell him what you want or need in bed, he should’ve known—a girl like you doesn’t know what the fuck she wants, let alone what she needs. You need to be told what you want, what you need, what you can take.
After a few threatening comments—“You better fucking not, whore” and “Don’t you fucking dare, when I get out of here you’re gonna wish you never fucking met me, your pussy’s gonna ache for weeks!”—he decides his fury and the looming, unspoken threat of an abused ass is not enough to motivate you to stop your actions. Especially given that you ignore his words, only moaning and mewling like a desperate slut in response.
His jaw is agape as he watches you rut your hips against your fingers like a bitch in heat. Your slick is practically dripping onto his thighs, his cock is flexing and twitching with need every time you let out a whine. He can tell you’re close and he’s never been more livid. If he could break out of these cuffs, you’d have to run for your life—he can’t be responsible for his actions after you’ve worked him up this much.
“You better not cum, you bitch,” he grits out, dark eyes shooting daggers at you as his hips squirm under your weight. The metal clinks as he pulls on the restraints, aching to get his large, ringed hands around your delicate neck. He’d like to see how well you touch yourself when you’re losing oxygen.
“But I’m close–you said you’d play with me,” you mewl, eyes closing and head tipping back as you hump your fingers—wishing they were his, or better yet, his cock.
“That was before I knew you’d pull this shit. If you unlock me now, I’ll go easy on you. Might even let you cum,” he bargains, trying to change his strategy.
The low, dangerous tone of his voice makes you clench around your fingers. “Oh, god! It’s so tight,” you breathe out, ignoring his words, you open your eyes to meet his damning gaze. “Is this how it feels…on your cock? So tight, squeezing so hard.”
Yanking the chain of the cuffs as hard as he can, Eddie nearly roars at your words. You’re taunting him and he doesn’t take kindly to that type of treatment. He won’t forget this. He may get you back in the immediate future, but you’re going to be working this off for months to come.
“Shut the fuck up,” he growls, trying to buck you off of him.
When you barely move at his miserable attempt, instead, lifting higher onto your knees, his eyes widen as he watches you try to add a third finger into your tight cunt.
“You wouldn’t dare,” he mutters, shaking his head at the way you haphazardly shove the extra digit next to the others.
Your mouth drops open, panting out hot breaths as you try to adjust to the stretch so close to your orgasm. “Oh, Eddie, it’s so tight! How do you do this? I can barely take three fingers, how does your cock fit?”
Your mewling question has pre-cum running down his thick length, the fat head practically pumping it out.
Eddie watches in horror as you reach your peak, hips losing any semblance of rhythm as you jerk forward onto him. Sighing at the fact that there’s nothing he can do, he mutters out a disdainful, “You evil fucking woman.”
Suffering the aftershocks of your orgasm, you fall onto his chest, trapping his erection beneath your hot body. Eddie hisses at the pressure on his cock—he’s incredibly sensitive since you haven’t touched him at all for the past twenty-five minutes, too busy slowly edging yourself over the cliff.
He can feel your wet fingers grabbing at his chest as you nuzzle into him like a tired cat. You’re so close he can smell your hair, and even worse, he can smell your arousal all over your hand. Trying to breathe through the rage, he stares straight ahead at the bedroom wall, imagining every awful thing he’s going to do to you over the next—probably six—months, in punishment, as you cling to him needily.
Closing your eyes in exhaustion, through huffing breaths, you mumble into his chest, “Oh, Eddie, that was so good. Oh my god, that was so good.”
Eddie’s frown deepens as he shifts his eyes to the top of your head, unable to see your face, he can feel the way you softly rub your cheek against him—an affection he recognizes from your usual post-orgasm aftercare. He knows you well enough to know you’re coming down, separating from the scene that just transpired. A ghost of smirk graces his lips as he realizes he can use this to his advantage.
“Yeah, that was so good, baby,” he coos sweetly, agreeing with your soft mumbles. It’s a momentary struggle to inflect kindness into his voice—he’s feeling so vengeful—but if he’s going to reap the revenge, he needs to play nice.
His eye twitches as you ask your next question, “Did you have fun?” When he feels you start to shift, he forces softness into his eyes, brandishing a pleasant smile as he meets your hopeful gaze.
“Yeah, sweetheart, so much fun,” he promises, glancing down at your neck just begging to be squeezed.
Your smile broadens as a hazy look takes over your eyes, “Good. I’m glad you liked it. Maybe we can do this more often.”
The idea of ever doing this again has his jaw clenching. His smile turns into baring teeth, but you don’t seem to notice in your orgasmic trance. “Yeah. Maybe.”
You hum, sitting up to rub your hands on his warm chest, admiring his naked body on full display. When you don’t seem to be in a rush to unlock him, his forced patience starts slipping. “You gonna let me outta here, honey?” He tries to ask the question as lightheartedly as possible, but he must not have done a good job because your smile drops a little.
Meeting his eyes with a worried look, you try to get a read on him. “Are you sure you had fun? You’re not mad at me?”
You’re practically pouting by the time you finish your questioning—it only makes him more rabid. You’re going to have a hell of a lot more to pout over once he gets his fucking hands on you.
“No, baby,” he assures, “Of course, I had fun. Who wouldn’t have fun with such a pretty girl on top of ‘em?” Him. He wouldn’t. He didn’t. The shit you pulled tonight is probably something a limp-cocked cuck would enjoy—and he’s sure as shit not that.
Shyly avoiding his rapt attention, your face warms at the compliment. You’re so glad he’s not upset at you, you just wanted to try something a little different.
The second your bright eyes drop from his, he lets the kindness fall from his face. His hateful gaze burns holes into your soft features as you fiddle with your fingers.
“I’m sorry I lied,” you mutter, almost ashamed. Good, he thinks. But you’re going to feel a lot more than shame when he’s done with you. “But I knew you wouldn’t wanna play if I told you what I really wanted to do.” Damn right.
You’re still sitting on his naked body, so close to his aching cock—it’s just another form of torture at this point. No apology you give him will make up for what you’ve done, or lessen the pain he’s going to inflict on you once he’s free.
“I understand, sweetheart. It’s okay.”
With his gentle reassurance, you glance at his achy, leaking cock; he follows your eyesight as his shaft gives an uncontrollable twitch at the attention. Watching the cogs turn in your brain, he makes sure to fix his face when he sees your head moving, your eyes catching his gaze again.
“Can I suck you off, now?” Oh, now you want to ask for permission? You had no problem doing things your way when you finger-fucked yourself on top of him.
Letting his tongue explore the inside of his mouth, he pretends to think. “Hm, I don’t know. I think I deserve to be freed first.” He flexes his hands; the jingle of metal draws your attention back to his current predicament. You look surprised at the reminder—almost like you forgot. He definitely didn’t.
“Oh, yeah, of course! Sorry,” you utter, a rueful smile spreading across your lips.
Eddie watches your slow movements—like a predator hunting its prey—as you swipe the key off the bedside table. “‘S okay,” he whispers, his breath fanning across your cheek, his eyes burning a hole into you as you lean over him to unlock his hands.
The second they’re both free, his left hand goes flying to your neck, squeezing it and shoving you down onto your back. A squeal tears from your throat at the sudden attack, “Eddie!”
Pinned under his large palm and heavy body, you grab at his wrist, trying to get him to loosen his grip. Your brows are pinched as you choke for breath, eyes never leaving his. You’ve never seen him so angry—the daggers his muddy irises throw at you send you reeling.
“Did you really think I’d let you off for that shit?” he grits, baring his teeth as he leans down into your sputtering face. “You’re in big fuckin’ trouble, sweetheart. I wasn’t kidding, you’re gonna wish you never met me the way I’m gonna make you hurt.”
He glances down between your warm bodies, lining his cock up to your entrance with his other hand. At the strained breaths you press out, he realizes you’re trying to speak. He’d love to hear what useless defense you conjure up, so he loosens his grip around you just enough for haggard breaths to wrack through your chest.
“I thought you said you liked it,” you cry, tears welling in your eyes. You thought everything was sorted—there were no hard feelings—you’d pleasure him, and everything would be fine again.
Eddie scoffs as you let out another squeal, this time at the way he sinks his full length deep into your cunt—all in one go, unlike his usual, steady process. “No, I didn’t fuckin’ like it,” he spits out, giving you another punishing pinch around your throat. “You sat there taunting me while you fucked your fingers like a dirty whore. You think that’s what I consider ‘fun’?”
Pulling back, he pounds his cock into you, surely bruising your walls with every rough pass. Your pussy is already so sensitive from your orgasm that you can’t help the scream that flies past your lips at his harsh penetration.
“B–But–” you struggle to string together your words—let alone thoughts. He’s taking you in such an impassioned way—the passion being rage—you can barely catch your breath.
“But, but–” he mocks, “Spit it out!”
Whining as he smacks your thigh, you feel his rough hand traveling up your body and landing at your breasts. You whimper as he gropes you so firmly, it almost hurts. He’s still pinning you to the bed with his other hand, not allowing you much squirming room as his hips jolt you with every buck.
“B–But you always say you want me to enjoy myself,” you defend with a wail, hot tears well and truly pouring from your eyes—you’re so sensitive and overstimulated. You genuinely did not mean to cause such an upset, you just wanted to push his buttons a little. Now you’re trying to understand where you crossed the boundary of fun, sexy dynamics to ‘your ass is mine for what you did.’ But you want him to take what he needs; you want him to take you, body and soul, so long as he forgives you by the end of it. You hate when he’s upset at you, it always makes you cry and feel all needy.
“Yeah on my cock. Not on your fucking fingers. You knew the rules, sweetheart, and you broke them anyway. Now you gotta pay for it.”
Moaning at a particularly deep thrust, you cry harder at his reminder of your deplorable actions. You initially thought it was all in good fun, but he seems to think differently and you’re inclined to believe him. “I’m sorry, Eddie! I’m sorry, please forgive me,” you beg, brows pinched in anguish as you try to meet his eyes.
When all you see is ire in his pretty brown irises, you heave out a wrecked sob—you never meant to be so bad for him.
“Cry all you want, baby, you deserve this and so much more,” he grits, reaching down to pinch your clit.
You scream at the twinge of pain and pleasure it gives you, your clit is already the most sensitive place on your body and now it’s even worse after you so foolishly played with yourself in front of him. His cock is so thick as it barrels into your abused pussy, you’re brought back to your taunting—how you stuffed three fingers into your hole and just that was a tight fit. You’d wonder how you’re taking his cock right now, but it’s less that you’re taking it, rather he’s forcing your pussy open, compelling your folds to suck him in—but it’s nothing you don’t deserve.
Watching the tears run down your temples and hearing you mewling cries has Eddie’s hips stuttering. “Fuck–my cunt, my fucking cunt,” he chants, fucking his ownership into you.
A guttural moan emanates from deep within you as he hooks his arm around your knee, pressing your thigh to your abdomen—he’s so far inside you it feels like he’s everywhere in your body at once.
“Oh, you’re fucking mine, you’re so fucking mine, baby.”
His words almost sound like he’s damning you to a lifetime with him. The sliver of possessive affection in his groans has you preening, needing more. He could do a million mean things to you, but if he tells you you’re his just once, you could die happy, feeling loved. Desperately clinging to the little bit of positivity, you fervently nod your head. “Yours, yours, Eddie,” you pathetically assure—as if he needs your opinion on the subject of who you belong to.
“Ah, fuck, y’squeezin’ the life outta me, sweetheart. I fuckin’ knew your fingers couldn’t do the job the way I can.”
“Yes, yes you’re so good, you feel so fucking good, Eddie! Was thinking of your cock the whole time!”
Despite his own reference to your previous actions, your attempt to encourage him seems to backfire as just another reminder of the broken rules.
“Shut the fuck up and take it, bitch. Gonna fuck my cum so far up into you, I’m gonna be drippin’ outta you for the next two weeks.”
You nod your head, unable to hold back the whine that tumbles past your lips at his promise.
Eddie’s not happy with how tight you’re squeezing him—he’d prefer your walls milk the cum out of him and right now, you’re not at that level of vice grip. In an effort to rectify the situation, he untangles his arm from around your leg—the pressure of his body keeping it in place—and pinches your clit again, but this time he doesn’t let go. It’s like he’s holding the little button hostage between his forefinger and thumb, manually forcing you to clench down onto him.
Your screams cover up his stuttering groans; the pain outweighs the pleasure so, although your walls are pulsing around his throbbing cock, you can’t seem to cum. Which is exactly what Eddie wants. Cumming is a privilege, and you gave that up the moment you started touching yourself.
“Oh, shit, this fuckin’ pussy. Oh fuck!” The grip on your neck feels heavier as he loses himself in your wet heat. With another groan and harsh buck of his hips, he blows his load deep into your cunt. Your walls are truly milking him for everything he’s got as he maintains his demanding grip on your clit. When he finally releases the little bud, your screams fall to whimpers in his ear as he collapses onto your heaving chest. His grip on your neck still remains, but it’s far lighter now.
After catching his breath and reveling in your silent cries, he pulls out and off of you. He shoots you a firm look, though, much less angry now. “You’ve been so bad, sweetheart.”
You crumble under his disappointed eyes, a few extra tears glide down the well-worn treks. “I’m sorry, Eds. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to,” you whine, imploring him.
He doesn’t believe you because he knows it’s not the truth—you certainly meant to be bad. You just didn’t mean to get punished. Choosing not to dignify your cries with a response, he shifts his gaze to the cum oozing out of your gaping, pulsing hole. That’s a welcome sight, at least. A well-bred cunt can lighten up any of his darkest moods—he’s always said that.
Reaching down, he swipes four fingers along your slit, gathering as much of his spend onto his hand as he can. Flinching at the hot touch on your sensitive folds, your eyes widen as he appears to take a moment, considering the juices on his fingers. Before you have a chance to ponder what he’s thinking about, you feel a harsh, wet slap against your face.
A humiliating whimper leaves your throat as the slapping sound reverberates around the room, making your pussy clench, only pushing more cum out. Embarrassed by your need to squeeze your thighs for relief, you sniffle. Your cheek feels like it’s on fire as you turn back to meet his unyielding gaze. “Don’t you ever pull that shit again,” he grits out, “You hear me?”
Quickly nodding your head, more tears well up. Just your luck. You’ve got his cum and your slick spread across your face in a lewd smear, why not add a few tears to the mix too?
Unconsciously, you pull your head back into the bed, turning it like you’re about to rub your check against your bare shoulder. Eddie’s razor sharp gaze catches you in the act, his hand shooting to grasp your jaw, effectively halting your movements.
“Keep it,” he orders. “Makes y’look prettier.”
You melt under his praise, the tears start falling again. You’re so emotional, he’s got you all over the place. You’re hanging off of every mean word, hoping the next one shows any semblance of kindness.
When Eddie starts shuffling off the bed, you match his movements, trying not to visibly cringe at the feeling of his spend seeping out of you. You’re about to head to the bathroom when his biting tone pins you to your place.
“Where d’you think you’re going?”
You now know better than to clean your face, especially after he painted it so nicely, but you were hoping to solidify yourself on his good side again by wetting a towel with warm water and offering to clean him up.
“‘S gonna get a towel,” you mumble, looking at him with wide eyes.
Cocking his head, he questions you further, “Did I say I was done with you?”
Your mouth parts slightly in surprise—of course you fucked up again. “I was jus’–”
Dropping his voice an octave, he slowly repeats himself with a frown, “Did I say I was done with you?”
Hurrying back over to him, you shake your head, “No, sir.”
He can tell he’s got you now—you’ve pulled out the ‘sir’ and everything. Sitting on the end of the bed, he glances to his lap then back to you, drawing your eyes to his thighs. “Lay down,” he orders.
Monitoring your every move, he watches as you carefully lay your naked body across his knees. “Good girl.” He has to force the smirk away from his face when he catches the edge of your brows lifting at the praise. Cute. You think you’re getting back on his good side. Not yet.
“How many do you think you deserve?”
“What?” Your eyes search the carpeted ground for an answer, he’s never asked you how many smacks you should get. Usually, he comes up with some arbitrary number—well, arbitrary to you, targeted to him—and that’s what he works with. But now he’s giving you a choice and it feels like a trap.
Impatient at your confusion, he reiterates the question, voice firm, “How many…do you think you deserve?” He decides that if you make him repeat himself one more time tonight, he’s going to triple the number he has in his head.
You could say a number and risk his cruel, mocking laughter or you could just defer to him. You definitely see an easier night ahead of you if you do the latter.
“Whatever you think I deserve,” you say softly, hoping he appreciates your submission.
Thankfully, it seems he does when you feel his rough palm soothingly smooth over your ass. “Now you’re being all sweet. ‘S that so hard, honey?” You shake your head. “I’m thinking…fifty.” He lifts his hand and grins, though you can’t see it from your limited view of the floor.
“Fifty?” you exclaim, unable to stop the reaction.
You jolt as his hand comes down hard on your supple ass cheek. The yelp that leaves you is like music to his ears.
“Mhm, double for every minute you touched yourself in front o’me,” he explains. “You remember that, don’t you? Remember how you lied just so you could handcuff me and break my number one rule in front of me?”
You whimper at his rhetorical questions, of course you remember—he knows you do. You’re not likely to forget what you did given how he’s reacted so far.
“So, fifty. And you better count every single one of ‘em, sweetheart, or else we’re starting over.”
You’re in for a much longer night than you suspected. It’s going to take a lot more than obeying instruction to get on his good side again. You wish you never even asked him to trade dynamics.
A/N: How did we feel about this, team? I personally liked it, but that's just me being a nasty whore. Like, comment, and reblog if you enjoyed!
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blurb: As a small village apothecary, you didn't expect to be left for dead in a web, much less taken in by a Drider. He nurses you back to health, and as you get to know one another, you learn these 'monsters' of legend have a lot more beneath the surface.
word count: 13 k HOLY SHIT
AN: HAhaha. I have decided (apparently) that this is monstertober. I have more monster romance fic blurbs possibly in the works (no promises!). This was extremely fun and lore-building was great...But I will fight y'all if you only like this fic as I did SO MUCH research on spider anatomy AND spider behaviors...and I am deathly afraid of bugs AND arachnids. My skin is still crawling. ANyways reblog and comment would be MUCH appreciated.
CW: Minors do NOT interact!!! Dead dove don’t eat, this is monster romance smut, it’s got weird anatomy stuff, Y/N used occasionally but mostly called a nickname in Drider language, slow burn?, interspecies romance, reader is human, a bit of specism/racism to driders, driders not automatically evil bc I said so, driders born and not cursed drows, Eddie is a sweetheart, Eddie as a craftsmaker, reader is not an adventurer, reader working in apothecary, reader left for dead, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of torture, mentions of violence, endangerment, cultural differences, death mentioned, village hunted mentioned, Eddie is sweet and silly but a lot more shy, magic, magic used for harm, arguing, stubborn Eddie, angst, Eddie can’t see a world where he is loved, Eddie is part Drider, monsterfucking, reader has vagina and breasts and clit, also mentions being plush or soft but no other descriptors other than legs?, weird anatomy (Eddie has mandibles, claws, fangs and a mouth that opens wide + a long tongue, 4 arms, spider abdomen and legs, a slit that hides his penis+ appendages that move, shorter legs to protect slit, among other slight differences), PinV, oral and fingering(f), a silk web used as shibari rope, tied to tree, biting, squirting, so much cum oh god, bondage, mating, mentions of breeding and more!
When you first wake up, you notice how your shoulders ache and feel tight.
Your mind is fuzzy, and your muscles ache as you try to get a feel for your surroundings. You squirm as best as you can, the rough ties you sense around your wrists rubbing your arms raw. You hear a gruff voice above you and a sharp pain in your ribs, knowing you've been kicked.
"Stand down, witch."
You bite your tongue as you feel the fury lapping at your mind. You knew many people assumed your apothecary was some 'covering' for far more nefarious activities, and maybe conspiring with evil spirits. Still, you always blew it off as some foolish musings.
Your head pounds as you try to gather your sanity, making an effort to recall what happened.
You can nearly taste the honeysuckle and wild lavender on your tongue, recalling that you were scavenging for more supplies on the far edge of the woods. You remember carefully rubbing the buds and plants between your fingers and taking a mild inhalation to differentiate the plants. You were alone, basking in the tranquil corner of the woods, knowing the townsfolk stayed away from the furthest edge due to their fears of the beings that lurked in the dark thicket. You felt the wind brush against your skin like a gentle caress and relished the feel of the soft earth beneath your feet.
That was, until you heard a twig break.
You froze, icy fear spreading through your veins, and your heart pounding in your ears as you slowly reached for your dagger, your eyes scanning the field around you. You spied nothing in the line of the trees and nothing among the rest of the greenery. Your muscles melted with a soft sigh as you shook your head, scolding yourself.
And then it all happened in a blur. The fabric over your mouth, coated in a syrupy, sweet floral smell, makes your body heavy and your eyes flutter. Your mind drifted in and out of consciousness as panic tried to seize it.
And then you were gone, lost in an inky and dreamless sleep.
And now you're here. Probably blindfolded and thrown over the back of a horse or mule from the feel of it. You feel the bumpy gait of the creature, and chew your cheek to fight the unease rising through your throat.
You come to a jerking stop and feel your stomach clench in fear. You try to feel for your ties, your fingers brushing rough rope as you sigh. It's beyond your reach.
Your kidnappers mutter back and forth before one of them seems to stand up off his steed, his footsteps headed to you. Your palms clam up as you try to stay as still as possible, but feel the panic settle as the person grabs you, tossing you over their shoulder. You squirm and, in your fear racing through your veins, dig your teeth into the nearest flesh. Your kidnapper curses and tosses you carelessly onto something soft and springy. Your saving grace is sticky but silky, reminding you of the robes the wealthy customers who entered your shop would don. You scramble to try to sit up as the kidnappers whisper heatedly back and forth, before one seems to stroll to you, their footfalls gentle and their voice soft. There was a tremble beneath it, and you could sense they were staying quiet for a reason.
Your hair stands on end, your stomach twisting with certainty of danger. But this time, you know it's something far beyond kidnappers.
"'M gonna take your blindfol' off now, miss. But you cannot make a peep, ya 'ear?"
You nod frantically, willing your body to stay as still as possible.
The gruff voice comes near, and you feel a faint brush of a hand, quick and gentle, tugging off your blindfold. You blink a few times to gain bearings in the moon's dim light. You squint and can see your captors are some significant, masked, masculine figures, one with a slimmer body build and pointed ears peeking out from his silvery hair. Their clothes and dark leather are unmistakable; the dark fabrics are perfect for hiding viscera and gore.
Bounty hunters.
Here to kill you? You're not sure, but it doesn't seem like it. The slimmer one crouches down to your level, eyes glinting with malice as they deliver their words to you, the sharpness almost equivalent to the dagger on their hip.
"We were sent to ensure the town was rid of you, little witch. Normally, I would handle the dirty work myself, but the employers were clear about their expectations. They wanted you thrown to the Weavers."
In the cold night, your chest tightens, your throat thickens, and your skin is cold with sweat.
Weavers are an ancient legend amongst the elderly Elf folk. According to the dark elves' constant appraisal and worship of Lolth, the queen of spiders, a legend emerged of a breed of dark elves said to be born of Lolth's praisal, made in her image, more monster than elf. The creatures are reported to be a blend of dark elves and the spider goddess, with an insatiable appetite for cruelty and darkness. They were banished from even the Underdark and Drow territories, noted as monstrous abominations. But the legends of them eating non-Drows still carry to this day.
While you know it is a silly rumor born of racism to dark elves (though some still worship Lolth, not all do, and often they are ostracized simply for existing and being different), you can't help but notice how the netting catching you is so similar to the massive spider webs you'd seen notated in warning in your apothecary journals. You squeeze your hands shut, pinching your nails into your palms as you pray to the heavens for protection.
Weavers or not, giant spiders themselves have large appetites, and you were caught in the web.
You swallow and do your best to stare head-on at the elf, hiding your fear. You pin them with a steely glare, your voice soft yet cold.
"If you do not let me out, I will scream loud enough to let all the creatures in the realm know there's a tasty meal nearby."
The elf scoffs, standing and looking to his friend.
"Do you think we-"
You feel the web tremble wildly as your stomach sinks and the two captors scramble backwards, running to their horses, one dropping his knife. They kick up a dust, not caring about the noise they make in their rush to leave. You scramble, twisting and struggling to unstick from the webbing, reaching down for the knife on the ground with your bare feet, trying to grab the handle between your toes. You toss the knife up, jumping up to avoid the sharp tip as it lands in the webbing, sighing. You attempt to twist your body to grab the knife in your trapped hands, gripping the wooden handle. You feel the tremble in the firm netting yet again, and your hands sweat as you feel your mind race, trying to saw at the rough rope between your hands, when the knife slips, slicing open your palm and falling to the ground through the holes in the webbing. Your heart pounds as the trembling becomes more frantic and you try to move through the sticky netting, cursing, fat tears rolling down your cheeks.
You should've never come to the edge of the forest. You should've never angered the town's folk with your medicine work. You could've just been a baker...or at least not called out the mayor's foolish wife for supplementing the small town with lead-filled makeup and sickening over half the women-
You're curled up in a ball and hiding when the trembling stops, the stinging in your hand going unnoticed. You feel a gentle tug on the rope and a loosening of your shoulder blades as you sit up, your vision blurry from the rogue tears running down your face. Your breath catches in your throat as you try to make out the stranger freeing you.
It's a long-haired man with dark, messy curls and light grey skin, clearly of Drow descent. You push down the swirling worry, scolding yourself for being so close-minded. Their eyes are a warm brown, unlike the usual red or steely grey of most Drow you'd met. They have a light dusting of freckles on their nose. Their voice is warm and welcoming, a syrupy honey to your ears.
"I'm not going to hurt you...Can I see your hand?"
You slowly hold out your hand, shellshocked by the stranger's kindness, as they pour some bracingly frigid liquid over it. The sting makes you hiss softly as you sniff, trying to regulate your breath. You catch a waft of spices and something tart like apples, and a mix of tobacco is there. You close your eyes as the creature dabs at the cut with something soft and silken, before wrapping it in a silken cloth and tying it gently.
You breathe in his intoxicating scent again, sighing softly. You feel your body lean toward him, your mind fuzzy, and your heart skipping a beat, inwardly blaming the aftereffects of the herbs the kidnappers used on you.
"Thank you, uh..."
He gently dabs at your wet cheeks and strokes your arms with cool, calloused fingers adorned with rings. Your skin prickles at how smooth and firm they feel, akin to porcelain. Their slight chill is noticeable, and his voice is once again soft.
"Edward. Most people call me Eddie."
You nod slowly and blink open your eyes, wiping away your tears as you look up. Once your vision clears, you feel your stomach sink.
A Weaver. You are face-to-face with a Weaver.
You freeze in place as your eyes take in the enormous creature before you, your heart thumping.
He is a pale grey shade with pointed ears, similar to those of an elf, but the similarities end there. He has what appears to be thicker skin on his face, with a more flexible and darker skin below, extending from the corner of his mouth out to his ear, covered by mandibles that frame his plush lips, each tipped with a fang. His bottom half is all spider. His abdomen is burgundy red with black and white markings, and his ebony spindly legs are probably your size. Even his hands, which you observed as cold, are different, the appendages appearing like a marionette due to the hard outer skin and the darker, more flexible flesh underneath, which is apparent when his joints bend. They’re each tipped with a black and sharp claw, similar to his legs.
Despite all these strange and almost monstrous features, you can't help but find the creature strangely beautiful. His lithe figure, his mess of curls escaping his haphazard bun, the silver jewelry adorning his hands, and the black breathable shirt fitting his slim figure. His markings are gorgeous and foreign to you. Even his smell is enticing.
You swallow thickly to curb your fear and shock over your draw to him. You blink at the creature, his head tilting in curiosity at your reaction. He frowns a bit.
"You're an odd-looking elf," He remarks, brows furrowed as he crosses one pair of arms.
Arms.
He has four.
You blink a bit, shaking off the shock.
You're odd?
"I'm a human," you croak out weakly, feeling lightheaded by all the strange occurrences.
His eyes sparkle with mischief as he smiles wide, blinding teeth and fangs on display, his mandibles spreading to allow it. His voice is full of mischief and humor, despite his stance.
"I know."
Your heart skips a beat as you stare at him, feeling your cheeks heat at how he looks at you. His gaze is more interested and sultry now, despite his hunched stance to reach your height. He inspects you like a meal. But not for sustainability.
For pleasure.
"S-so… you're a Weaver?" You question weakly, trying to calm the flutter in your stomach that you aptly note as butterflies.
How ironic.
Edward rolls his eyes and sighs. He sits down on the web and gives you a hard look, causing a deep swirl of remorse to rise in your body.
"I'm a Weaver, yes. But not all Drider are. That's the actual name for my people. I'm specifically a Weaver, but there are Huntsman, Jumpers, and even Earthenfur."
His tone dips into bitter sarcasm as he looks off into the distance, past the trees.
"Nice to know that despite years of peaceful existence, the world continues to use my kind as a monster of legend."
You feel your brows furrow as you shake your head, shaking off the guilt. You try a weak smile, offering out a hand.
"I'm so sorry. That was wrong of me to assume; I just - no, it was wrong. Let's start over again, shall we? I'm Y/N."
He looks to you hesitantly but shakes your hand, his calm and steady in your clammy palm. It's almost grounded.
"Eddie."
You nod and let go slowly, missing his touch. A deep, primarily trilling purr comes from his chest as he smiles again, brown eyes crinkling in mischief.
"I usually would prefer an introduction before you end up entangled in my web, but I suppose it'll have to do," he jests lightly. His suggestion lights up your face, despite your not knowing anything about his customs. You get the sense it's an innuendo.
He laughs softly before his nostrils flare gently. He looks you up and down and frowns softly, his face lined with worry.
"I should take you to my den. It seems your captors used a devil's lily blossoms on you. I can still smell it. It's not deadly unless consumed, but it can cause some serious harm."
You nod, taking note of that. You'd heard of Devil's Lily, but hadn't seen it in your area of the land, so you never had the experience of its smell. However, it explains the weird, floating sensation you feel and the almost drowsy feeling you experience. Perhaps even your strange lure towards the man before you.
He holds a hand out to help you, and you take it gingerly.
His lean muscles are on display as he easily pulls you up and out of the webbing, carrying you to his chest with his lower arms as he navigates the bridged webbing that climbs higher into the trees.
You feel your eyes flutter closed at the warmth and spice of his scent, sighing and melting into his grip. Your body is so exhausted and pushed beyond limits that you find yourself seduced by the notion of sleep despite the stranger holding you.
Maybe a little nap won't hurt.
You wake up wrapped in a soft blanket of fur, cushioned by pillows, slowly blinking the sleep out of your eyes. Your body feels worn, and your mouth is full of cotton; your stomach churns.
You sit up slowly, drinking in your surroundings as you clench your aching stomach. You are in a hollow of a tree, the place littered with books and art supplies, alongside instruments. You notice that the hammock-like bed you are in is constructed of silk rope; the material is sturdy but soft and cool beneath your fingertips.
You look up to see Eddie in the archway of the den, his imposing figure bringing about a gentle thrum in your heart. He smiles sheepishly, his mandibles moving to showcase his full lips. His lower arms are full of what seems to be herbs and spices, all packed in sheer bags. He heads to his hearth, the fire glowing softly as he grabs a tea kettle with his upper arms.
"Hello. I just went out to get some things to make you a tea to help with the aftereffects of the poison. Don't worry, I made sure to get some honey on the way as well, so it won't taste horrible". His tone is teasing and light, despite his fidgeting hands, which move the tea to the kettle along with water from the skin at his hip. You notice the lilt in his voice, the slight drawl to his words, like common might feel wrong on his tongue.
You look around in awe, voice worn from your raw throat. You wince as you speak. "Is this your den?"
He nods, rummaging around his abode, arms and legs always seeming to move. You focus on his appearance in the light of day shining through the entrance to fight off the acid sneaking up your throat.
He is wearing a well-worn black blouse with the human-style embroidery familiar to those from the southern mountain regions, altered to feature an extra set of sleeves, and an almost glistening silver fabric around his hips. Silver chains hang from his neck and rings adorn his fingers, even his ears. Though they are primarily covered in the porcelain ebony skin reminiscent of an exoskeleton, his six legs are also dotted with white markings.
"I'm furthest from the rest of the village, so you don't have to worry about meeting any other Driders. I used to live with my mother and uncle, but they've since passed, and now I get the den all to myself," He says lightly despite the furrow in his brows.
You note the sorrow in his voice, and he fidgets in the hammock as you offer your condolences.
"I'm sorry. That must be dreadfully lonely."
He shrugs, waving it off with his upper left hand. "Don't worry, I'm used to it."
He brings you the tea in an earthenware cup, his smile gentle. "Take care, it's hot."
You nod and accept the cup, holding it gingerly as you blow on it. Your stomach twists as you frown, wincing in pain. Your body feels weak and beaten.
He winces sympathetically, turning around to rummage through his messy table.
"I'm not an apothecary like you, but I know this poison. Unfortunately, it takes time to pass. You may be sick or extremely weak for a few weeks. It's best not to travel at that time."
You nod and sigh, your head throbbing as you slowly sip the tea. It's bitter and almost sour, causing your mouth to pucker. You shake it off as best as you can before speaking.
"I fear I don't even have a home to return to, what with my cursed mouth."
He rummages, his back still to you, his tone curious. "Did you cause some mischief back in your home?"
You scoff, the tinges of anger still bubbling in your mind at the betrayal that only passed a few hours ago. You gingerly sip at the bitter tea, the acrid taste soothing the flames of your fury.
"I was one of the few non-elves. I don't have or practice magic, and thus, they mistrusted my medical knowledge. Additionally, I confronted the mayor's wife. She had been supplying the village with a toxic powder to use as makeup and knew it had been recently banned due to its harmful impact. She nearly poisoned the whole town in a vain attempt to promote beauty."
His lower set of arms is busy with what looks like sewing and working on something at the table near him, but your head is pounding, and your eyes strain despite barely opening them. You try to keep the curiosity at bay as he replies to you, his tone clearly bitter.
"Foolish people despise what they cannot understand. Fuck 'em."
You chuckle a bit at his biting remark before wincing, the throbbing pain worsening. You take a large swallow of the tea and shiver at the horrible taste and bitterness coating your tongue.
You sigh and place the cup down on a nearby surface, lying back and mumbling, your worn body exhausting you further, the words barely tumbling out of your mouth as sleep pulls you deeper, "I may rest a bit more...thank you for the...tea..."
You fall asleep to the sound of a gentle humming and soft rummaging, your body cool and comforted by the pillow-soft bedding around you.
Over the next few days (or weeks? It's hard to tell...), you drift in and out of sleep. Eddie keeps you well fed, occasionally waking you up for a warm, comforting broth or a soft piece of bread. You begin to feel the ache slowly fade from your body, and your strength returns. You've finally managed to stay up for a day and consume more than just broth, when the restless feeling seeps into your mind and body. You want to get up and stretch your legs. Plus, you could use a bath. You smell a bit like stale sweat.
You sit up, gingerly lowering yourself from the bed. You hear Eddie before you see him, the scuttling of his legs familiar. He comes in, his brows furrowing as he looks you over, coming over slowly so as not to frighten you (you knew this was the case as you had seen him actually rush to grab you a bowl once when your stomach was churning and caused you to nearly vomit all over yourself).
"Are you alright, Enlil A'nun?" His voice was gentle, the lilting tone of his native tongue, and the nickname he often called you softly caresses your ears, making a shiver crawl up your back. You didn't know what it meant, but it seemed to you as though it was kind and lovely.
You nod, flustered at his attention. The drider was a handsome man, kind and caring, and oftentimes amusing. You were uncertain if it was his gentle nature or his tendency to make you laugh that caused a gentle tug at your heartstrings. You waved off the creeping attraction as you set your sights on him, trying to be determined in your voice.
"Can we go out to see the village? I am fairly restless after being stuck inside due to my poisoning, and I would like a bath...I fear I've come to smell like a corpse flower."
Eddie's brow furrows, but he chuckles a bit at your joke despite his wary expression. His mandibles shift down in a way you've come to learn is akin to a frown.
"It would be good to get you out for some fresh air-"
You smile widely, bouncing on your toes a bit in excitement, the thought of getting to clean up and explore a new village exciting to you.
Eddie's wary face melts into a soft smile, his sigh teasing as he shakes his head, sighing. "Alright, Enlil A'nun. We can go to the village and the hot springs. Just be warned, I am different from the other Drider in the village. I am a Weaver, but most in the village are Jumpers. I also am not a full drider. But they are all kind, just a bit wary of humans or non-Driders."
Curiosity swirls in your mind, but you push it aside as you nod, a smile spreading across your face. You'll ask him about not being a 'full' Drider later. "I understand."
Eddie begins to pack a sack, stuffing it with soaps and creams along with a strange silver coin you've never seen before. He offers his lower hand to you, scooping you up easily as he adjusts the sack at his side with his lower arms and begins to venture out of the tree, your heart racing as he holds you close.
You had climbed down the tree and walked for quite a bit, Eddie's leg speeding up the distance, but it was clear he was holding back so as not to jostle you too much. Your heart skips a beat at the kind gesture.
At last, you come upon a rocky area covered with long drooping vines and leaves of trees. Weeping Willows, you think. Eddie sets you down, guiding you through the hanging greenery and rocky terrain before you happen upon a large pool of water, steam, and heat rising from it. In the chill of the air, you nearly moan at the idea of the hot water lapping at your stiff muscles.
Eddie tosses in some herbs and what looks to be soap, his front leg dipping into the water and stirring it gently before he lifts it out, shaking off his leg. He nods at you, his smile soft. "The water should be ready now. I can leave if you'd like," He offers, a light dusting of pink staining his usually ashen cheeks.
You feel your stomach swirl in fear at being without your monstrous friend and shake your head, chewing at your lip. "No...no... You can turn around. I'd feel safer with you here."
He nods, the blush growing past his cheeks to the tips of his ears. You nearly giggle at the fact that this huge spider-like being is blushing, but don't want to push him to further embarrassment. He turns slowly, facing the nearest tree, before his voice, gentle yet raspier than usual, calls out.
"Just yell if you need help or come across danger, Enlil A'nun."
You hum in agreement before quickly stripping off your clothing and sinking into the water. A moan escapes past your lips, and you can't even bring yourself to be embarrassed by it. The water is delicious. It's warm and soothing to your worn and stiff muscles, with the smell of lavender and sharp citrus fruit wafting off it. It reminds you of your old favorite tea blend from childhood, bringing a smile to your face. You sink into the water, dunking your head to wet your hair, nearly moaning again at the sensation. You know there is soap in the water, but you want to scrub your skin and hair with some more, possibly using a rough cloth. You make sure your chest isn't visible above the water before turning and calling out to Eddie.
He turns quickly, eyes worried, before he sighs and melts at the sight of you in the water, clearly safe.
"Yes?"
You smile softly, trying to fight off the flusteredness that arises in you at the fact that if you were to move in any way, you might expose your body to the man who's been so gentle and caring to you. You ignore the tug of desire in your core.
"Do you have some more soap and some rough leathers or something to scrub with?"
Eddie nods wordlessly before rummaging in the sack and pulling out what appears to be a rough cut of thin leather, rough enough to scrub with properly. He also pulls out a hardened clump of soap, which he inches forward and hands to you with his upper arms, his lower arms clasped above the fabric at his lower stomach.
You inch toward the edge of the water, reaching out to grab the items, and are careful not to rise too far out of the spring. Your warm, wet fingers brush against his cold, porcelain-like hands. You retreat slowly, flustered as your brain entertains the thought of how his icy hands would feel on your overheated skin, and your cheeks run hot.
Eddie turns around again, his cheeks a dark, dusky shade, as his posture remains stiff.
You scrub at your skin furiously, trying to wash away the desire that still lingers.
When you finish, you find Eddie has left a soft fur to dry yourself off with, along with soft creams and oils to moisturize your skin and add to your hair. You sigh softly at how pampered you feel once you rub in all the creams and note how you smell so much better. He even left clothes similar to his own, but this time made with one set of arms. You slide on the gorgeous black silken tunic dress with intricate embroidery and leather boots, trying to ignore the shock of pleasure that shoots through you as the cool fabric slides over your aching nipples.
You clear your throat and smile in his direction as he turns, eyes raking over you slowly in a way that makes your skin feel aflame despite the cool air.
He turns away, grabbing up the sack and your dirty clothes, making you shake off the desire and stinging rejection at the back of your mind.
"Come, Enlil A'nun. Let us head off into the village."
You walk in silence to the village, heavily aware of the tension crackling between you two. You almost open your mouth to bring it up, when you smell roasted meat and your stomach pangs with hunger.
The village.
You walk a few steps more before encountering the likes of a short and stocky Drider. He has four arms, like Eddie, but his skin is a warm, rich russet brown, complementing his much more earth-toned and almost fuzzy abdomen and legs. His long dark hair is straight and silken, pulled back in a neat braid over his shoulder. He wears a thin, light, handmade blouse of what appears to be tanned hide, along with silver and beaded jewelry, accented by a silken, warm orange sash tied around his hips. You note how he's covered in autumnal colors in his fabrics and even on his abdomen, whereas Eddie often wears cool, blood-reds and dark blacks, similarly to his own lower half. He even has four sets of warm, auburn eyes without any white to them, and his skin is covered in a hard, plating-like material, with softer and more flexible skin below, as you've noted on Eddie, but it covers most of his human-like features. Eddie's plating only seems to be near his mouth and arms, from what you've seen.
He smiles a bit at Eddie and speaks, but eyes you warily, his language sounding like Eddie's occasional slip of his native tongue, but in a way, more of a singing quality to it.
He and Eddie speak for a few moments as you glance around the town, smiling softly. The village consists of homes built into trees and an intricate system of bridges and stairs. The houses are built into the trees, much like Eddie's den, but in a distinct style that seems much smaller and cozier, with rounded doors and small wooden porches. The intricate bridges lead to businesses and shops, and you smell the warm scent of earthen herbs and sweet berries lingering from some shops nearby. Small drider children shriek with joy and jump from bridge to bridge, their small statures making surprisingly large distances as they chase one another.
Your heart tugs at the thought of these people being spoken about as monsters when they were just...people. Beings. You feel your stomach twist at how you first approached Eddie.
Eddie pulls you out of his thoughts as he speaks suddenly, a gentle hand on the small of your back, his voice soft yet determined. "I will watch over her."
The shorter and more stout man nods, and his warm demeanor seems serious but kind as he nods at Eddie. "I will hold you to that, Edward." His voice is accented much more than Eddie's, but it still holds that light, singsong tone. He smiles down at you, his eyes warm and welcoming despite the apprehension he still keeps in his posture.
"Welcome, Y/N. I am Almurirr. This is our village, Kullidae."
You nod and bow your head slightly, smiling. "Thank you. It is lovely."
Almurirr smiles a bit, his mandibles clicking in what sounds like a pleased sound. "Thank you. I will leave you two; I must go attend to my heartsworn."
He hurries off, jumping between bridges and climbing up to a much larger house than the others. Eddie leads you with his hand still at the small of your back, his tone soft as your eyes continue to explore the village. It's been years since you left your home and saw something new. You used to live in a large city, but moving to a small elven town at the edge of the border seemed like a way to get some peace and quiet. You hadn't realized how much you missed this liveliness.
You breathe in the wonderful smells and sigh softly, smiling at Eddie. His eyes search your face, his smile soft despite his furrowed brows.
"Yes, Enlil A'nun?"
"Show me around, please? I want to know more about your home."
He flushes at that but nods, his voice raw with something you can't quite figure out. "Of course, my Enlil A'nun."
Eddie and you explored the village extensively, as he showed you the Jumper's common foods and clothes. He explained that many groups of Driders varied according to their location, and Jumpers could live either above or on the ground. The Drider overall were an isolated culture and often stayed away from most other groups, so the people of Kullidae delighted in seeing a human. They would follow your movements with curious eyes and tease you in common over your more diminutive stature and lack of plating or legs. They explained how they often met traders for goods, but most of the traders who came that way were half-elves or orcs. You even got to try some of the delicious pastries they ate, usually sweetened with a type of berry that grew high up in local trees.
When you returned to Eddie's den, your mind was churning with thoughts, contemplating whether living among these people could be a more long-term option. Though they treated you and Eddie sometimes with caution and distance, they were still extremely kind.
You were inspired for the first time in a while, sitting up in a chair Eddie had carved for you, your words tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them.
"Do you think that Almurirr would be okay with me staying and studying medicine in the village. I could help the local apothecary?"
Eddie blinked before turning to you, his tone a bit stiff and his eyes narrowed a bit.
"You would need to speak to Lialth. She leads the village. I don't see why it would be an issue..."
You grinned, heart and mind racing at the thought of your possible new home.
Which is how you were here now, with an older woman named Acurdia. She was kind but stern, and the village's apothecary as well as one of the older elders. She was showing you the local herbs and describing their purpose to you. You've been jotting them down as quickly as you can, in accordance with what she says their uses are, when you both startle at the sound of a commotion down below.
Acurdia walks over to the entrance carefully, her large stature filling the doorway. You barely caught sight of the small drider children giggling and racing after one another as you heard her sharp voice call out to ask what was happening.
"Niloth is courting Zarah! He's been practicing for weeks so as not to fall on his face," one of the children shouts back, scurrying off.
Acurdia's stern face seems to light up as she turns to you, her stormy grey eyes almost shimmering with excitement and eagerness. She gestures for you to follow as she heads down to the village grounds below.
Your curiosity is piqued as you ponder what the mating rituals of driders could be like. You knew different cultures often had different customs. Many elves embrace lengthy courtships with showers of gifts and parties. At the same time, you knew of Orcs who came from cultures where, oftentimes, the interested had to present a series of gifts to the family, or sometimes there was a need to prove themselves in battle against other interested parties. It just depended on the region and people. The driders all seemed excited to experience this formal declaration of interest, which made you turn to Acurdia and question what was happening, as you couldn't quite see through the crowd of people.
"What does the courting ritual consist of here in Kullidae?"
She smiled softly, her eyes scanning the crowd below as the two of you continued to descend the ladder.
"For us Jumpers, we often have courtships of dancing. This is a public declaration of relationship and engagement. However, usually the interested party, or in many cases, the male, performs a dance in which he must evade the person he is courting, or at least their rope. If she chooses to accept him, she will begin to dance with him before allowing him to tie her up and 'steal' her away."
You feel a smile tug at your lips at the very playful but romantic idea of being wooed by a dance. Your mind flashes with the idea of Eddie doing so, and you nearly melt as your cheeks heat.
"And the village watches?"
She chuckles a bit, carefully traversing the ramp down to allow you time to follow. "Oftentimes it's in support of the couple, and to cheer them on. Long ago, it would have been a more private excursion, as drider groups often had to travel and be nomadic. Now it is a joyous celebration of love."
You nod in understanding, now curious about Eddie. You knew he was a Weaver, but did he hold similarities with this group? And why did he live among a village of Jumpers?
You were pulled out of your thoughts when you arrived at the central courtyard in the village, surrounded by many other driders, making it difficult to see. You craned your neck, straining on your tiptoes to try and see the dance, but only succeeded at spotting the back legs of the drider dancing. You nearly give up when you smell the familiar scent of warming spices and musk, turning to see Eddie.
He smiles at you, his mandibles moving up slightly. He offers you one of his hands, the cold and hard skin comforting and familiar. You take it and nearly yelp as he takes the offering to use his lower arms to scoop you up and place you on his shoulder. The way he maneuvers you is far too easy and has your thighs clenching together as your skin erupts in goosebumps. You shiver as you look out into the crowd and finally can see what the village is clapping and cheering for.
You spot a handsome drider clad in gorgeous colors to match his colorful abdomen patterns of blue and red, and you assume it's Niloth. He is expertly moving from side to side and dodging the silk rope that is (weakly, from what you can tell) lashing out at his legs. The female drider, Zarah, before him is larger than he is and stockier, with her abdomen much darker in tone and fewer flashy markings. She is fighting a smile, her expression overjoyed as she laughs while Niloth evades her rope with a bow before wiggling his abdomen side to side. The two are cheered on by the village, but clearly have eyes only for one another, as evidenced by their grins and Niloth's peacocking movements.
You can't help but smile when Zarah gives in to his dance, the two of them using one hand to touch palms as they circle one another slowly, before Zarah bows into a low curtsey. You see Niloth reach his back legs to his spinnerets to pull forward some webbing to his lower hands, circling Zarah slowly to tie her up before picking her up in both his arms, the village cheering and laughing as the two kiss and he leaps away with her.
The crowd slowly disperses with happy talks of marriage and young to come. You and Eddie bid goodbye to Acurdia, as she decides to let you have the day off, weakly citing that she gets 'tired quickly in her old age', despite her lingering grin.
You and Eddie travel in silence back home, your mind occupied with mating dances and public displays of affection. When you finally get back to Eddie's den, your mouth seems to disregard any sheepishness.
"What do Weavers do for courtship?"
Eddie stops in his tracks, his legs nearly stumbling into the chair he carved for you. His cheeks slowly darken, now stained a deep red. He clears his throat slightly, his body still tense.
"Uh...I mean... It's not nearly as grand as the village here. Um.." His fingers fiddle in the way you've learned often notates his nerves. He sighs and busies himself with starting a fire and grabbing a blend of herbs for tea. He speaks again, this time avoiding your gaze in what you're sure is embarrassment.
"Weaver males are usually smaller than the females... so most courtships consist of the male tying up and proving he is strong enough for the female. It's usually a lot more private, and afterwards they are considered mates. There are, of course, weddings and whatnot. I can't remember much of the customs surrounding it as I left my village a few years ago, and have mostly been surrounded by Jumper traditions."
You nod before your brows furrow, a question pricking at the back of your mind. "Why did you leave your old village?"
Eddie freezes again, his back to you, as he puts the kettle above the fire. His posture stiffens, and his tone is a bit sharper. "I think that's a story for another day."
You feel embarrassment creep in, ashamed that you pushed him too far, and your stomach swirls with nerves. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push." You walk over, laying a hand against his back gently as you whisper. "Can you tell me more about Weavers and courtship? Do you mate for life?"
Eddie coughs suddenly, spinning around slowly to face you, his eyes exploring the floor as he exhales softly. His voice is low and rasping, as if he can't bring himself to say the words much louder.
"We do have mates, yes. Sometimes it's an immediate pull towards someone without knowing why, sometimes it's a slow buildup. We find ourselves fiercely protective of them and wanting to give them gifts. We do the courtship and..."
His flush extends past his cheeks to his pointed ears as he avoids your gaze, and your stomach and core clench at his words, desire flooding your mind.
"Then we fall into a mating frenzy. It can last weeks. Some mates drive themselves to exhaustion that the rest of the village has to deliver food to them."
A gasp catches in your throat as his warm brown eyes, swimming with something so...dark...so...delicious, look up from the floor at you. He opens his mouth to say something right as the kettle whistles, piercing the air and the tension.
Eddie shakes his head before grabbing the kettle with his mitts from the fire and placing it on the table to cool. He braces his arms against the furniture, his back taught as his voice is raw with emotion.
"I'm going to head down for some fresh air. Feel free to serve yourself some tea, and call for me if you need me."
Your thighs clench, and your mind races. You want to reach out to him, to stop him from leaving and ask more- but you fear you've pushed him too far.
Eddie leaves in a hurry, leaving you to stand in his den, your heart fluttering and your body so aware of his absence that you nearly ache.
You sit on the ever-familiar chair at the table, grabbing a nearby mug and pouring yourself a cup of tea. You sip on it slowly as you ponder the idea of having a mate, and the curiosities floating in and out of your thoughts over Eddie having one.
You sigh as you try to ignore the creeping sourness in your belly, the tightness in your throat at the thought of Eddie having a mate. You hadn't seen any other driders come to his den, nor had you seen him have interest in any of the townsfolk. He had a few acquaintances here and there, but he never seemed to get close enough to them. He often looked at the people with a longing deep in his eyes, but you assumed it was because he wished to be closer to them. Maybe he desired a mate from the village?
You continue to sip at your tea, walking around the den, and allowing your eyes to explore the space. You could see a few projects laid haphazardly on Eddie's weaving table. You recognize some of them, such as the boots he demanded you let him try to fix as they were falling apart, and he worried for your delicate feet. He also took to embroidering them with red and silver thread in swirling patterns. You also notice the sketched-out map he had been making of the area for you, as he discussed before, his worry about making you feel trapped in Kullidae, despite your reassurances. But one project lies carefully folded and hidden beneath some excess fabric, like a secret, and is clearly cared for dearly. Your fingers reach out to touch it, and you nearly gasp at the soft, cool touch. It's clearly a tunic or dress of some sort, made with a shimmering silk that takes on an almost pearlescent sheen. The fabric is embroidered with spider lilies, roses, and other floral motifs. All the flowers are a brilliant assortment of shades of red and even dusky pinks. You feel breathless as you see the sleeves are folded back.
You could unfold it, you think, and find out if he really is interested in a drider.
Your skin pickles at the thought, heart pounding. Your fingers tremble as you nearly reach out to unfold it, your heart pounding. You are almost there when you hear the familiar shuffling of Eddie up the tree, and you quickly throw the fabric covering the item back, your heart sinking as guilt consumes you.
You move away from the table and over to the bed, wrapping yourself up in the blankets, trying to quiet your ever-churning thoughts as your heart sinks deeper and deeper.
You barely notice the tear escaping your eye as Eddie comes in and tucks a warm fur around you, gently brushing his cool fingers against your back.
You don't sleep a wink.
The next few days pass in a blur as you attempt to become accustomed to your new routine. You and Eddie come together every afternoon or night to talk about your day and share laughs. You become accustomed to his sharp tongue and dramatic flair, along with his passion for his art. You ignore the growing fondness in your heart for him and the lingering bitterness in the back of your throat at his wanting another.
You even get him to come into town more often with you, and he begins to become a fan favorite of some young driders who enjoy hearing his stories of adventure (even though many are heavily exaggerated). You jokingly tell him he has the makings of being a bard, if only he'd sing someone else's praises for a change. He nearly crows with an air of cockiness as he admits that he plays the lyre and harp, and sings sometimes. You had to fight the urge to steal him away and kiss him until he couldn't breathe.
It's one of the days when the two of you are walking back from town, laughing and smiling over stories of the day. You were grateful for the distraction as the day at the apothecary had been a hard one.
A young drider male came in, complaining of wanting to woo his lover, and asked for a herb to heighten both their arousals. You had handed him the damiana and guarana blend tea that Acurdia created for this reason and warned against excessive use. You had nearly felt your skin catch on fire in embarrassment and shock as the rider grinned at you in appreciation and stated proudly that he would use the tea to "have enough seed to make (his) dear love slick".
As your discussion dwindles, your mind drifts back to that statement. You nearly stumble on a branch as you're lost in thought, brow furrowed as you see you're at the hot spring. Eddie avoids your gaze as he blushes, fidgeting with his rings.
"Do you mind if we stop here? I fear the children ran me ragged with play sparring, and my muscles could use the soothing water."
You shake your head, smiling despite the ever-darkening thoughts swirling over his bare form. Gods, you are burning in the hells, for sure. "That's no problem, Eds."
You turn around as you hear his shuffling and moving of clothing before a slight splash in the water, and his voice ringing out. "You can turn around now, if you'd like."
You turn slowly, feeling your heart skip and your breath catch in your throat at the sight of him. His hard exoskeleton plating is visible on the planes of his stomach and chest, but the softer, velvety slate-grey skin fills the spaces between and the expanse of his back, as well as his upper arms. He has what appears to be a shorter set of legs in front of his hips, folded in. You spot a line between the legs. On the soft and velvety skin, you see various tattoos, the markings, runes, and things you had seen in some books regarding magic. His hair is down for once, the dark brown curls brushing his shoulders and now damp. You swallow as desire creeps in, your thighs squeezing together.
Eddie blushes a bit, tearing his gaze away, and sinking a bit into the water as if to hide his spider-like limbs. He works on lathering soap on his skin and turning his back to you. You see clearly now that gnarly scars accompany the tattoos, and your heart pangs with a sense of sorrow. Who could hurt such a wonderful man?
You feel a sense of resolve come over you, and your heart thumps wildly in your chest as you come to the edge of the water, beginning to strip off your shoes and tunic. Eddie hears the commotion and perks up, his voice sounding worried as he stiffens.
"Are you alright?"
You slowly delve into the water, the heat doing nothing to soothe the ache between your legs and the boiling passion in your blood.
"I'm fine. I'd felt like a dip in the water as well. Is that okay?"
Eddie startles and coughs a bit in shock before swallowing, and you can see his back muscles stiffen, his arms fidgeting in the water. "Uh-I-Yes... that's fine. I can stay turned-"
You swim around him to come to his front, the water coming to your collarbones, but looking up at him. You see that his cheeks are nearly maroon in his flusteredness, and his eyes are strangely dilated, that black almost swallowing his warm brown irises.
"It's okay. I trust you," You say calmly, working hard to keep the wanton purr from your voice.
Eddie nods woodenly, his hands still frozen holding the soap. You smile softly, your wicked intentions refusing to be ignored anymore. You hold out a hand in offering.
"Do you need some help washing your back?"
He backs up a little, laughing softly, his playfully cocky manner trying to rise as he struggles to hide his sheepishness. "I can wash my back fine, perhaps you should cook me a meal first-"
You grab the soap, smirking a bit at his soft gasp. "I can make you dinner this week." You walk to his side and around. You scrub first at the hard exoskeleton of his abdomen, the soft shivers and sighs exhaled from his mouth making your legs tremble. You try to stand on your tiptoes to reach his back around his expansive abdomen, but find his legs are often in the way. You huff a bit as he tries to reassure you that it's fine before you climb up on his abdomen, your bare, dripping core against his cool and hard body. You scrub at his back gently, fingers softly tracing the runes and scars on his back. His skin seems to tremble underneath you. You find yourself curious about the blemishes, recognizing that many of them are puckered, similar to scars you've seen that were left by arrows.
"What caused these scars, Eddie?" You whisper.
Eddie sighs, his shoulders dropping a bit as his lower arms busy themselves fiddling with braiding the thin leaves of a water-based plant he plucks from the edge of the spring. Your heart nearly cracks open at the sight, knowing he often fiddles with his hands when he is nervous. His voice is raw with emotion, and his usually silly demeanor is dropped.
"When I was younger, I was always an outcast. My father was a Drider, but he was known as a scoundrel. He fell in love with my mother, a Drow, who was kind to him despite the horrible reputation we have among them. My father, soon after mating with my mother, left to seek riches up north. She was pregnant with me and terrified, without familiar family or friends in a strange Drider town. My uncle offered to house her, and she agreed. Growing up, my mother worked hard to ensure I was familiar with my own culture and heritage. She schooled me in the embroidery of Drow in her part of the Underdark...taught me about the way of the people in the southern Mountain range, where her elven ancestors were from, as she wasn't fully Drow. And despite the village being wary of her, they accepted her as one of their own."
You feel your mind swirl with the information, now understanding Eddie's comments about not being a full drider, and explaining why he was missing some drider qualities. You hum in thought as you gently cup and pour water onto his back to rinse off some of the soap.
His lower fists clench a bit as he continues. "But I was a foolish teenager. I wanted acceptance more than anything. So when this young human girl stumbled upon our town and sought me out for refuge, I decided to help her in secret. She told me she was meant to be engaged and married off to a horrible boy in her village, and feared for her safety. I brought her food and supplies, trying to help her. I even got her to the Weaver village. They were nervous but agreed to hold her for a few nights and protect her."
Eddie's voice trembles as he continues to stare down at the water, before his upper arms scrub at his face. You continue to lather soap onto his skin, gently travelling up his shoulders. You feel the tension underneath them slightly melt.
"We didn't know the human village would come looking for her. They ambushed us with flaming arrows. My village fought valiantly, but many had to flee. I was trying to save her, Christine, and take her higher into the trees to hide until they left. But she slipped from my back suddenly, and when I tried to use my webbing to catch her-"
His voice is thick as he chokes on what you imagine are tears. Your heart aches for him as you gently massage his shoulders, aware of the apparent distress he is facing. He continues, his bitterness and sorrow evident in his tone.
"My webbing caught onto her neck, and my pulling snapped the bones, breaking them. She was dead before I even had her in my arms. I sat there, mourning a friend, a kind soul who deserved more. I was hit with flaming arrows from every angle before my uncle finally ushered me out."
You feel your eyes sting with tears, picturing a younger, less haunted Eddie finding a friend, only to lose his village and them in one night. Your throat tightens as you swallow your sorrow, pressing a gentle kiss against his shoulder blade. "I'm so sorry."
He holds out a hand to help you down, and you take it, sliding off him and coming around to his front, noting the red tinge in his eyes. His voice is soft and gentle yet rasping with sorrow as he takes a slow step back. "That is why I live among the Jumpers. That is why I live on the outskirts. Why I covered my body in runes- to keep any interest in me away."
You search Eddie's face, your heart sinking and your stomach seizing at the thought of him punishing himself for something so unpredictable. You inch toward him, noting his shrunken body and shoulders caving in. He backs up in response, a soft chittering coming out of his mouth, his mandibles lowering. His eyes are sorrowful, glancing at the water rather than you. Even his arms are wrapped around his midsection.
Your chest squeezes in sorrow, your eyes stinging as you think of how long he's held this guilt on his shoulders. Your skin prickles with anger still at the pain he's had, and even the way he is pushing you away, though you understand why.
"It's not your fault."
He glances at you, his brown eyes uncertain as his brow furrows. He laughs incredulously as he comes a step closer to you. His voice is pure venom and spite, the tone making your cheeks burn and your brows furrow. "It is. I am a monster. Not because I am a Drider, but because I am less than that. I fit nowhere. I have no village. No family. I did not seek out my people in fear. I am a coward, Y/N. A fucking coward."
Your chest burns in a fury as your fists clench, and you glare daggers at him, your voice rising to meet his poison, sending barbs his way in retaliation. "You were a child! You didn't know! You tried to save someone, and through an honest mistake, lost her! What is cowardly is the way you are hiding behind your mistakes to ensure no one can ever get close to you again!"
He blinks in shock, his expression open and less guarded for once. His arms slowly drop from their crossed stance, his eyes narrowing, his cheeks red, and his pupils dilated, his nose flaring in frustration as he waves his arms about, accentuating his emotions.
"What would you have me do, A'nun? Tell stories to the children? Play music and idle chatter with the village? Admit my desire for you?"
Your heart skips a beat as you catch his last words, unable to respond as he continues on his rambling, his expression fueled by fiery passion and frustration, causing your stomach to swirl with want despite your growing irritation with his idiocy.
"You are not a Drider! You are a human! You do not experience the aching need and want that is the mating call, nor do you know how my heart calls out in sorrow every time you leave my den! You have not seen how my foolish mind and heart are constantly building new things for you, making gifts, ensuring my den is fit for you, despite knowing you do not see me that way! I keep my distance to prevent further heartbreak out of cowardice and yes, selfishness! You are vulnerable and bound to go, whether in death or in simple parting, and I will be alone again! I cannot live with that...You cannot make me."
Your mind is swirling with outrage and desire, your nails biting into your palms as your fists clench even tighter. Though your heart sings in his admittance to caring for you, your anger bubbles over it. Your mouth cracks a sharp whip of retaliation.
"Fine! Stay alone! As I'm just a stupid and weak human, who clearly can't understand your affection and desire despite longing for your touch and constantly seeking your smiles! Since I can't possibly understand what it's like to lose my home, nor can I ever return your affection, even though I have laid myself bare before you. I shall leave you to your pity party and stop trying to show you I care for you, even without a mating call."
Eddie's face is shellshocked at your revelation. He reaches out, but he is too late. You swing your arm, splashing him aggressively with the hot water, the demonstration taking up all your force. The small wave hits him pathetically in the chest, but he still stumbles back, regret and sorrow clear on his face as you stomp out of the water, stubbornly putting on your clothes in a flash, before angrily venturing back to the village.
He could stew in all his melancholy for all you cared.
You've walked for about thirty minutes before you realize you're lost; your anger has now been replaced by embarrassment and frustration. You were so angry at Eddie's stubborn self-flagellation that you lost track of where you were heading. You glance around, shivering, as your damp clothes do little to help you in the cold night air. You sigh, cursing your own stubbornness for getting you into this situation.
You're exploring the nearby plant life and can discern that you're about 3 miles too far east, where the Hackberry trees grow thick. You groan a bit under your breath when you hear a rustling amongst the bushes. Your eyes scan the area, stomach clenching. You freeze, grateful that in your fury, you still had your small knife in your boots. Your hand inches slowly towards the instrument when you see a figure in the shadows. Your heart pounds as you remember the scent of the Devil's Lily, and the rope raw against your wrists. You school your voice to sound sure and sharp, your hand finding your knife as you stay crouched.
"Come out. I am armed."
A dark chuckle sounds as a figure emerges from the shadows, its hood and dark clothing still concealing its face. They stand tall, and despite the dark of the night and the cloak covering their body, you can tell they are humanoid in nature.
You point your knife at them, your voice calm as you pray your trembling nerves don't show in your grip.
"Show your face."
The figure slowly brings their gloved hands up to push their hood back, revealing pale skin in the moonlight, golden blond hair, and a dashing smile. Your skin prickles, your heart still thumping. You can't quite pinpoint what exactly it is, but the man before you seems off in some way.
You inch closer, your knife pointed to his face, your body tense. Your voice barks out in the darkness, "Who are you? And why are you following me?"
His grin doesn't quite meet his eyes, as his brows furrow a bit. His expression is akin to that of someone cornering a frightened pup, but with a hint of mockery. His voice is gentle but almost dry. "I'm Henry, a local nearby. I'd heard of some assassins and traffickers coming through this area, and wanted to see if there were any lost poor souls nearby."
Your brow furrows as you continue to point your knife at him, your heart still pounding. You fear that this man might have ill intentions for the village of Driders nearby.
"There's no town for miles-"
He comes closer to you, his expression sorrowful, but something bubbles beneath it. He tuts as he gestures to your clothes. "I live alone, but one hears words from merchants. My, your clothes are all wet. If you'd like, I can take you to my cottage, give you a warm meal, and help you to the nearest town."
You take a step back, a smile plastered to your face, hoping your unease doesn't show through.
"No, thank you, I will just-"
The man steps close again, and you swear you see it—a flash of hunger. Your chest squeezes as he mumbles a word, your veins seizing with icy pain. You're stuck in place, muscles tense as an invisible force holds you in place, unable to move. He comes closer, and his smile transforms from kind to sickening. He evades your knife as he traces a finger on your cheek, the feeling of his warm flesh making you want to scream, but your mouth cannot open. Your eyes sting with the threat of tears as your mind races.
You are in danger. Who knows if you will survive this time? You wasted time and foolishness on your anger, and now you will never see your sweet Eddie again-
You hear delicate rustling in the trees and around you, and you nearly feel your heart stop as a silken silver rope swings out and wraps around the man's wrist. His expression is bewildered and furious as he turns, only to be pulled viciously away from you. Your eyes struggle against the holding spell to glance over, and nearly sob with joy. Eddie stands there menacingly, surprisingly unclothed, so all his hard plating and lithe limbs are on display. He yanks the man to him, a low growl emitting from his mouth, his mandibles lifting as he bares his fangs, his eyes aflame with anger. He is sitting back on his back legs, the front two legs lifted in a striking pose. He is fearsome, a giant in comparison to the man, yet you find your body responding with want. You mentally scold your cunt for clenching as it does.
Eddie's voice is low and severe, dripping with anger, and it causes the mystery man to tremble with fear. Your skin prickles with goosebumps as you feel your muscles loosen suddenly, broken out of the spell.
"Leave. Now. Before I rip your throat out for touching my mate."
The man gasps in shock and disgust, scrambling to run away, quick to get away from you both. Eddie is still poised to kill, his eyes nearly black as your trembling legs stumble to him, your body still worn from the holding spell. He softens as he looks down at you, lowering himself to the ground, his upper arm reaching out to hold your face, his eyes glassy as his cold hand gently brushes your cheek.
"Enlil A'nun. I'm sorry for frightening you. Are you hurt?" He scans your body with his eyes, his care and tenderness squeezing at your heart.
You reach up to touch his face gently, the cold and hard exterior comforting. Your voice is a mere whisper as your skin prickles with adrenaline, your thighs still clenching with desire. "I almost thought I would never see you again."
Eddie chitters softly, nuzzling your hand, his voice sincere and raw with emotion. "I won't allow that to happen. You are my mate, woven into my soul and heart. My little flower."
You feel your chest tighten as your emotions overwhelm you, and your skin burns with a desire and passion. Your voice is trembling as you speak, but not out of fear. Out of need. Out of excitement.
"Eddie...my mate...Can you claim me like Weavers do?"
Eddie's nostrils flare, and his eyes swim with joy and uncertainty. His cheeks are dusted with a soft pink, and his hands fidget nervously. "Are you certain? I don't wish to scare you-"
You cut him off by coming up onto your toes and pecking him on the lips, his expression shocked and his body trembling as he leans back down and captures your mouth in a kiss, pouring his passion into the brush of his lips against you, his mandibles moving to hold your cheeks and allowing his mouth to open against yours. His tongue slips against you, causing you to melt against him and sigh, before pulling away.
"I'm sure."
Eddie nods, heaving breaths, making you giggle as he grips your hand and picks you up, rushing off to his den.
Your heart pounds as your core drips and your nipples harden painfully against your tunic.
You can hardly wait.
You tremble with excitement as Eddie puts you down on the ground near his den, his tone thick with desire and his hands shaking softly. He stares at you, his expression so raw and full of worry and care that you nearly melt.
"I'm going to use my webbing to tie you. The moment you feel uncomfortable or unsure, say Red, and I will stop."
You nod, nearly crumbling to a pile as he lifts your chin to look up at him, his tone stern. "I need words. I need to know you understand."
Your throat is thick as you nod and swallow. "Y-yes. I understand."
He hums in response, his back legs slowly pulling at his spinnerets, bringing forward his silvery webbing. His lower hands grab at it and make quick work of looping it on his arm before his voice cuts through the tension.
"Take off your tunic, please. And arms up, little flower."
You find yourself following the commands, your cunt fluttering in desire, the familiar pang of need making you wetter by the minute. Your nipples harden in the cold night air, as you feel your chest heave. You put your arms up, intensely aware of how your body is on display, how your skin is covered in goose bumps.
Eddie busies his upper arms with a gentle wrapping of the webbing around your wrists, before tying it to the branch that is above your head. His eyes are dark as his hands are busy wrapping you as if you are a precious gift. He then instructs you to fold your leg, having your calf touch your thigh. He wraps the webbing in a spiral before going back and expertly crossing the rope, his lithe fingers making knots down the crease made by your calf and thigh. His quick motions are confident and yet almost teeming with want. He makes quick work of securing your middle to the tree, so you don't have to hold yourself up before tying off your other leg in a similar fashion. You feel your skin heat as desire drips from you, your chest heaving. This position leaves you open for his eyes to explore your bare cunt. The rough bark of the tree is firm against your back.
Eddie's eyes search yours as he tugs on the ties, ensuring they are comfortable and still firm. You feel nervous and sheepish as you are now at his height, his eyes so deep with need that you think yourself clench around nothing. His upper arms work on caressing your skin before he brushes your nipples gently, eliciting a gasp from you. He leans in, kneading your breasts with apt attention, his lower arms gripping at your hips and sides, the cold and hard flesh causing whimpers to spill from your mouth. He alternates pinching and brushing your nipples, careful not to scratch you with his claws. Your back arches as you whimper.
He leans forward, his mouth coming around your left nipple, moaning in response to your strangled cry. He continues to knead your other breast and squeeze your soft sides, his voice gruff with lust. "You're so supple...Delectable." He scrapes his sharp fangs against your pebbled flesh before his mandibles move down and out, causing his mouth to open wider than you expect, his fangs and long, pointed dark purple tongue on display. He laps at your skin, the sensation almost too overwhelming. Your pleas tumble from your mouth, making his hands tighten at your hips, the claws biting into your flesh.
He gives the same attention to your right nipple until you swear your cunt is dripping onto the forest floor. Your senses are consumed by him, blind to the biting roughness of the tree and the nippy winds.
Eddie pulls away eventually, seeming to bend his legs to come down near your soaked core. You stare down at him, heavy-lidded as you see his lower arm come up to his mouth, his lithe pointer finger pointing at his mouth. Your brows furrow as you nearly question what he is doing, when he bites down on his claw, breaking it off and blunting his finger. He then repeats the same action with his middle finger.
"E-eddie, your-"
"It's fine, little flower. Claws grow back."
He uses his now blunt fingertip to circle your clit, causing you to squirm and whimper against the ties. You nearly hit your head against the tree as he again opens his mouth in that inhuman yet so delicious way, his pointed tongue flicking your cunt, bringing him to moan wantonly. You cry out at the sparking pleasure, feeling your body seize in pleasure, knowing an orgasm is soon to seize you. His fingers slowly circle your entrance, before entering you slowly, your back arching as your choked cry pierces the night. His fingers continue to pump in and out of you slowly, the cold and hard flesh making your toes curl in your boots. His tongue continues to flick and circle your clit, before he softly sucks at the bud, and his fingers curl, making you gasp as you realize the breaks in his hard outer flesh create ridges to brush just right against you. Your eyes nearly roll back as the pleasure crashes over you, your body trembling as you cum. He growls, almost feral as he continues curling his fingers inside you, suckling on your swollen bud.
He eventually pulls his fingers from your cunt, his mouth opening again to lick your essence off his fingers, moaning and eyes rolling back as he rumbles. "I could spend days between your plush thighs...drinking up your sweetness. But then I wouldn't be able to fill you up with my seed, would I?"
Your cunt clenches again, and your chest heaves as the desire builds up again, a pounding need in your blood.
"Please...Eddie...Mate me. Make me yours, fill my cunt."
His voice is gruff as he seems to swear in his native tongue, his lower arms going to spread your thighs apart as his upper arms continue pinching and gripping at your breasts. You look down and you feel your heart nearly stop.
His cock is hard and out from the slit between his hips. It's a dark maroon red, like his abdomen. It's ridged, covered with cum already. You spot two appendages on the sides of his cock, almost looking like maroon bent fingers. You can't even imagine what they're for. You swallow at his size, and find your curiosity and desire swirling.
"You've cum already?"
He smirks softly. "If you're asking if I orgasmed, yes. Your taste is divine, flower. But Drider males spill seed consistently...ensures good eggs later."
Your heart flutters as you clench at the idea of being filled up by him, constantly dripping cum. Your mind melts at the thought, swallowing roughly.
"And...the...protrusions?"
His eyes dance with amusement as he softly smiles, his teasing tone making your skin hot. "My pedipalps? They ensure the seed goes in."
Your chest heaves, your cunt dripping with want, and your mind consumed by the desire- no, the need to be filled.
His short legs in front wrap around your bottom, bringing your hips forward and his dripping member closer to your aching center.
His dark eyes burn into yours, his affection and lust stirring in his expression. "You are mine. My Enlil A'nun. My little flower."
You nod, whimpering, feeling the aching pulse of your core calling for him. He slowly pushes into you, his hips slow as he grits his teeth, baring his fangs. His tone is near animalistic, causing you to shiver as pleasure ripples through you. "Fuck." Your slickness and his cum makes entering much easier, but his size is still a lot to take in. He is slow and gentle, working to enter you fully. You feel something even bigger push into you, assuming it must be the 'pedipalps.' They take some work to get in but once they are, his hips still. You squirm a bit, the fullness making your skin prickle, all the sensations of his touch and desire edging you with pleasure. You nearly yelp out as you feel something move up and down within you, your walls rubbed as you can feel Eddie's cum continuously pumped into you, your eyes almost rolling back.
His fucking pedipalps. They were massaging his cum into your cunt. You nearly claw at the tree as your cunt flutters around him, his groans and moaning causing you to spill over the edge. You cum, almost boneless as he chokes out, "Fuck...little flower. You're so tight."
You throw your head back, your body alight with pleasure and your skin prickling from the sensitivity. It's so much stimulation that it borders pain, causing your eyes to sting. "P-please....Eddie...Move....Fill me."
Eddie growls, his claws surely breaking skin as he grips your breasts and hips, thrusting into you. You cry out suddenly as the waves of pleasure fill you, the moving pedipalps massaging your cunt in the most mind numbing way. You nearly black out as he reaches an intense rhythm feeling his cock move in and out, but fitting in right to the base. His cum continues to fill you and spill past, splattering at the base of the tree near you. Your eyes dance with stars and the pressure builds as he moans, his tone nearly feral with lust, his words beyond filthy.
"Fuck, Y/N. I'm going to fill you...Mark you as mine...Ensure everyone knows...My little flower... Enlil A'nun....Full of my seed...Until it takes....Gods, I am close...Your cunt is heavenly-"
You whimper and gasp, the waves of pleasure crashing over you as you cry out, your cunt squeezing out his cunt as he chokes out a cry. His head comes to the crook of your neck, fangs closing over your shoulder as your wetness coats his lower stomach, your body nearly collapsing into a boneless mush as his cum spurts out and coats the outside of your stomach.
Your skin is burning against the frigid air and your cunt almost aches. Eddie's cum continues to drip onto the ground below you, along with your wetness. The scent of your sweat and sex permate the air. Eddie pulls off your shoulder, the two of you panting. The sharp stinging in your shoulder makes you wince slightly, Eddie licking it softly which causes the spot to numb briefly as he mumbles his apologies and that he’ll patch you up soon. He slowly pulls off of you, illiciting a whimper from your lips, his soft cooing tone soothing you.
"Shh. Just helping you down, A'nun."
He makes quick work of cutting the sticky and silken webbing with his claws, scooping you up in his lower arms before kissing your forehead. Your heart flutters as he smiles down at you, his expression tender.
"Let's go home, my mate."
You nuzzle into his neck before you hear his low, teasing tone, his soft growl making your cunt clench in desire again, almost aching for him. "Have to make sure my mate is adequately filled. May take a few more tries before it takes."
You feel your cheeks burn as your heart thumps. Your mind swirls with thoughs of lust as you fight a smile.
Thank goodness you'd stumbled into his web.
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living in a material world |dom!eddie munson x sub!reader|
prompt: you have a new year's resolution to save money, and eddie is more than willing to help you. based off this no spend prompt idea
contains: minors dni. smut, smut, smut!!! dom/sub themes. everything is consensual. it's kinda soft!dom in a way?? not super bratty or super hard dom. dom!eddie / sub/brat!reader. spanking. alcohol. oral male and fem receiving. aftercare duh. language. shopaholic reader lol. they love each other and they're really kinky and horny.
word count: 8k+
New Years Eve, 1989
“What’re you doin’ out here?”
Arms folded over your chest, you stepped out onto the back patio of Steve Harrington’s home, the bitter chill of the night sending your body into a near shock. It was cold, so cold you were surprised it wasn’t snowing; too cold for Eddie to be sitting out in.
“Hi, baby,” Eddie mumbled, lips wrapped around the cigarette that hung loosely from his lips. A cloud of smoke exhaled with his words, the familiar burning of nicotine filling the air, luring you to him. “Just came out for a smoke.”
“Hm,” You hummed, slinking with careful dragging steps towards the metal lawn chair he was sitting in, hands sliding down his leather jacket, squeezing his shoulder affectionately. The effects of too many plastic flutes of champagne were starting to take their toll on you, leaving your head a little cloudy.
“Wondered where you went.” You sighed, carefully moving to stand between his legs.
Eddie’s free hand found your waist, sliding over the velvet of your little party dress- he’d told you that you didn’t have to dress up, that his friends wouldn’t care, but you insisted. It’s New Years Eve, Ed, you told him with an eye roll that had him swooning. He was glad you dressed up anyways, always a little treat for him to see you in pretty things like that.
“C’mere,” Eddie muttered, cigarette hanging loosely around his fingers, pulling you into his lap, grinning at how you squealed gently. “I know you gotta be freezing, sweetheart.”
You leaned into the warmth of his chest, head pressed into the crook of his neck, letting his arms wrap around you, holding you close. “How are you not cold?” You muttered, words starting to slur gently, eyelashes fluttering with sleep.
Eddie snickered around the smoke that rolled out of his nose. Such a lightweight, he’d tease, always poking fun at you for falling asleep the second a drop of alcohol hit your system.
“No, I’m fine- hey,” Eddie’s leg bounced, shaking you on his lap. “Gotta stay awake, baby, it’s not even midnight yet.”
“I am awake.” You scowled at him, tossing a glare and a pout his way, brows pinched in frustration. “I was just resting for a second.”
Eddie snorted, bumming his cigarette in the ashtray. “Right.” He scoffed, hands sliding down your tight clad legs, squeezing your thigh gently with affection. “C’mon, sleepy girl, still got an hour until midnight.”
Head tipping back to lay on his shoulder, your glazed eyes met Eddie’s, lashes batting up at him sweetly, a lazy smile on your face. Eddie’s heart swelled at the sight, your smile infectious, making his lips curl with you.
“What?” Eddie said around a smile he tried to swallow.
“You gonna kiss me at midnight, Munson?” He could smell the champagne on your breath, feel the warmth of it close to his skin.
“No, I think I’ll go for Jeff this year.” Eddie chided sarcastically, eyes rolling big and dramatic for show while his dimples creased in his cheeks. “Was that a real question?” He looked at you playfully.
“Jeff?” You giggled, sitting up straight. “Jeff’s my replacement?”
“Yeah, sorry, sweetheart.” Eddie shrugged playfully. “He just knows more about D&D, just knows the way to my heart.”
You shoved his shoulder, rolling your eyes with a grin that matched Eddie’s. “Of course I’m gonna kiss you at midnight.” Eddie shook his head lightly, hands finding your waist, pulling you back into his chest, nose pressing into your shoulder, leaving a tiny kiss that had you squealing with silly giggles.
“Might even take you up to one of Harrington’s guest rooms. Kiss all over you at midnight.” Eddie’s voice dropped to a low gravel, leaving you shivering with anticipation, his teeth grazing playfully, nipping at your shoulder.
“Stop,” Your cheeks burned, tingly with heat from the alcohol, from the way Eddie made your body rush with excitement. Eddie’s lips pressed against your shoulder again, hand on your tummy, pushing you back into him so he could kiss his way up your neck, leaving hot, wet kisses in his wake.
“Eddie,” Your groan was anything but convincing, teetering on a moan. “Stoooop.” Nasally and whiny, just how Eddie liked it.
“I’m not doing this out here.” You muttered, willing yourself to pull away, head tilting from his lips.
“Why not?” Eddie muttered, lips vibrating on your soft skin. “We’ve done it plenty of times outside before.”
“Yeah, but not when it’s twenty degrees outside.” You scoffed, his warm hand smoothing over your cold, tight clad legs. “Let’s go back inside. I’m freezin’.”
Eddie groaned when you stood, body absent of your touch, but your hand still in his, tugging him lazily out of the chair. “Fine,” Eddie’s chains jingled from his jeans, standing with a soft grunt. “But, hey, you gotta stay with me, alright?” His hand found yours, fingers intertwined, the metal of his rings cold against your skin.
“I wanna kiss you right at midnight. Gotta stay by me.” Eddie’s grasp pulled you into his side, squeezing your hip with affection as the two of you stepped back into the warmth of the party.
“Hey, hey, look, there he is,” Gareth greeted Eddie loudly, a hand thrown at him in emphasis. “See, ask him now- Robin! Ask him now!”
“Ask me what, Buckley?” Eddie rolled his eyes, reaching for the plastic cup of beer he’d set by the door.
“We’re talking about our resolutions.” Robin smirked, proudly, a little darkly. “And we wanna know what your resolution will be for this brand new decade? Hopefully a better taste in music?”
“That should be yours,” Eddie snided with a scoff over Steve’s bark of laughter. “And yours,” A finger jabbed into your shoulder. “Both of you have the worst fuckin’ taste in music I’ve ever heard.”
“Oh, says you-”
“-Yeah, Ed, that’s really bold coming from you. All your music is just loud.” You huffed, rolling your eyes big, for show. You didn’t miss the way Eddie’s brow quipped in warning. It made your spine tingle.
“Loud, yes.” Robin nodded. “That’s the best word to describe it. Just loud.”
“Well, yours is just bad.” Eddie scoffed. “Madonna?”
“Oh, please,” You laughed. “You love Madonna.”
Eddie’s lips tightened, pinks burning gently at the chorus of laughter his friends gave. The statement was a stretch, you knew it. Eddie liked that you liked it, and he especially liked when you’d sing for him in the van, silly and sweet.
“Alright, alright, that’s enough kids.” Steve rolled his eyes, voice raising over Robin’s and Eddie’s. “Let Munson speak.”
“I don’t have any resolutions.” Eddie shrugged. “I’m already perfect.”
“Boo!” Robin cupped her hands around her mouth, sound echoing over the music. “Come on!”
“I’m not participating in one of the stupidest societal pressures that have ever been created just because-”
“-Here we go,” Jeff muttered, eyes rolling dramatically next to you.
“-Fuck off, I’m right, alright? And you all know it’s stupid too. Over 90% of New Years resolutions fail, because they’re fucking unrealistic and stupid to begin with! I mean, you pick the middle of winter, after all these holidays to choose to get your life together? Fuck that.”
“You got him all riled up now, Rob.” You passed her a grin, shoulder bumping hers playfully as you went towards the coffee table for another drink.
“Hey, what about you?” Robin turned, leaning over the couch. “What’s your resolution?”
“Hm, I dunno.” Your lips twisted in thought, legs a little wobbly from the liquor, yet you still poured yourself more. “I think I’d like to stop buying so much stuff. Save my money for big purchases.”
“That was mine too.” Nancy nodded. “Stop buying things just because they’re cute. I have just piles of useless junk in my house because I thought it was cute. Now it just sits there.”
“Exactly.” You smiled. “I’m the same way with shoes. If I see a pair of shoes, I have to have them. It’s like all my senses leave me, and then I get home and I have an identical pair already there.”
“See? That’s a good one.” Robin looked over at Eddie pointedly. “Not all resolutions are stupid, Munson, your girl has a great one.”
“Yeah, can’t argue with that.” Eddie’s tongue ran down the side of his cheek, shrugging lightly, though his eyes stayed dark, rolling over your frame the same way he did when he was thinking of a punishment or a new something to try in the bedroom. You didn’t bring it up and neither did he.
New Years Day, 1990
The New Year rang in quickly, filled with liquor soaked cheers and a rather sloppy kiss on Steve’s couch from Eddie. His ringed hands cupped around your cheeks, pulling you in, uncaring of the ones around you. It left you giggling, nose brushing his, chest spilling over with heat like a froth of champagne bubbles.
The night was uneventful after that. You’d said your goodbyes to your friends with silly, well wishes for the New Year. Eddie got you in the van, hand on your thigh as he drove carefully through the backwoods towards the trailer, eyes peeled for any cops. You’d nodded off twice, a gentle shake to your thigh waking you with a frown, giving Eddie a sleepy, drunken growl of, “‘M awake.”
The next morning, when you woke with a slight headache and an incredibly dry mouth, Eddie had two aspirins already beside your bed with a glass of water. Your makeup had been washed off, your party dress swapped for an old, worn t-shirt, and Eddie next to you, his arm lazily thrown over your waist.
You thanked him by palming him through his boxers, straddling him and pressing warm, gentle kisses down his neck until he woke up, grinning with sleep lines still creased into his cheeks, eyes half lidded with sleep, but his hands on your waist, bunching up your t-shirt. You started your first day of the New Year in your favorite fashion- pressed to the mattress, nails digging and scratching down Eddie’s shoulders and spine while his hips snapped furiously into yours.
“Hey,” Eddie muttered, chest still covered in a soft sheen of sweat, propped against the pillows piled on the head board.
“Hey,” Your giggled floated back towards him, the sun shining through the slotted blinds, illuminating over your features.
“I’ve been thinkin’ about what you said last night.” Eddie hummed.
Your face fell, blinking blankly at him. Fuck, what had you said last night? The night was a little hazy, liquor soaked, and blurry.
“Nothin’ bad, baby.” Eddie could read you easily, too easily sometimes. “I meant about your resolution.”
“Oh,” Your shoulders fell gently, relaxing at his words. “Yeah, what about it?”
“I was just thinking,” Eddie groaned lightly, sitting up. “If you were serious about that, maybe, I dunno, maybe I could help you out with it.”
“Help me?” You grinned, pulling the crew neck over your head.
“Yeah, help you.” Eddie’s lips twitched in a grin, eyes trailing your ass as you bent over, shimmying your panties on. “Help you keep it.”
“How would you do that, hm? Lock my bank card up? Take away my piggy bank?” You teased lightly, rummaging through your drawers for your pants.
“Somethin’ like that.” Eddie hummed, head lolling to the side lazily. “I was thinkin’ more like, you break your resolution, I get to punish you how I like.”
Your spine straightened at his words, that familiar icy rigidness flooding your system. “What?” A squeak of a response that left Eddie grinning.
“Y’know, just as an incentive, or- well, maybe more as a deterrent to keep you from breaking your resolution.” Eddie’s hands twitched under the covers, excitement coursing through his system. “Make it a little fun, don’t you think?”
“Doesn’t seem all that fun.” You muttered, brows creasing. “Sounds like you get to have all the fun, just waiting for me to mess up.”
“No, no, hey- c’mon, baby.” Eddie sat up, shaking his head gently. “‘S not like that. I just- I thought it would be fun. Thought you might like that.”
Your fingers tugged and pulled at the sweatpant strings in your hand. It did sound fun, exciting, at least, but you didn’t want him to know exactly how eager you were.
“What do I get as a reward?” You countered, eyes narrowing gently, lips twisting and pursing. “I mean, if I break it, I get punished. But what if I don’t break it? What’s in it for me?”
Eddie snorted lightly, chest rising sharply with a laugh. “Well, I mean, you don’t break your resolution for one.” He said pointedly. “But, fine, for every week you don’t break your resolution, you can decide what you want your reward to be.”
“Hm, that’s a pretty good deal.” You hummed, lips twisted in exaggerated thought.
“Yeah? You wanna do it?” Eddie’s eyes lit up, wide with excitement.
“Before I agree,” You lifted your finger. “I want to clarify a few things.”
“Go for it.” Eddie nodded.
“This is only for silly purchases, like the shoes and the trinket things, ok? The impulse buys. If it’s a planned purchase, that doesn’t count.” You crossed your arms gently.
“Ok, I’ll agree to that, but you have to tell me if it’s a planned purchase ahead of time, alright? Can’t just buy something and go, oh, it’s a planned purchase! That’s not fair.” Eddie mocked your voice, face scrunching in exaggeration.
“One, I don’t sound like that.” You frowned, leaving Eddie snickering. “Two, fine. I’ll agree to that.”
“Sound like a deal?” Eddie’s brow lifted. You nodded. “Gotta shake my hand, baby, seal the deal.”
You rolled your eyes at his dramatics, walking towards the bed, your hand slipping in his extended one, giving it a firm shake, before Eddie’s grasp held on tighter, pulling you towards him and onto the bed. He wrapped his arms tight around you, grinning at your squeals and shrills of giggles, pressing his nose into your cheek, peppering your face with kisses.
January 16th, 1990
The first week had been a breeze.
The first two days of the brand new year were spent mostly in bed with Eddie, cleaning around the trailer, revitalized for what opportunities the new year would bring. An exhausting return to work came quicker than both of you would have wanted, mixing with the sun setting at six o’clock, you’d blame your deterrent of spending on the frigid weather and your own exhaustion.
However, that didn’t stop you from claiming your reward that Sunday. An hour and a half spent sitting on Eddie’s face until you nearly cried from pleasure, collapsing in a boneless pile next to him. Your favorite reward, and one he was more than happy to give you.
The next week, it was more difficult. Especially when the boutiques around the downtown square, that you’d pass on your way to work, started to put up their winter clearance. When the pair of boots you’d been eyeing forever were finally marked half off. And they were so cute. You told yourself you’d just go by and look when you got off, just a peek.
Luckily, your size was sold by the time you got there after your shift. Divine intervention, maybe. The universe telling you to stick to your resolution, that you don't need more shoes.
Your Sunday reward wasn’t as sweet as it was the time before.
The itch began after that, growing and gnawing at you. The shop windows you used to adore looking in now taunted you, reminded you of what you couldn’t have with every handbag, sweater, scarf, shoe, anything.
“Hey, you wanna go to the mall when I get off?” Eddie hummed, pulling you away from your magazine.
You thought flipping through a Vogue might settle some of your desire to buy something, seeing the obnoxiously outrageous prices- so far, it was only making it worse. All you could think about was how Shonda’s Shoes had an identical looking pair of knock off Jimmy Choos that were going to be the rage this spring.
“Yes,” Your eyes lit up, snapping the glossy pages shut.
Eddie’s brows lifted playfully, disappearing under his curly bangs. “Wow, that’s pretty eager. You don’t even know what it’s for. What if it’s something terrible?”
“At the mall?” You snorted lightly. “What’s terrible at the mall?”
Eddie shrugged lightly, slurping down the last of his coffee, putting the mug in the sink. “I dunno, I’m sure there’s somethin’ shitty in there, but I need to go to the music store. Get a couple more guitar picks. I keep losin’ them.”
“You keep throwing them after your shows.” You gave him a pointed look. It was true, the more popular Eddie’s shows had become at the small town dive bars, the more daring and eager he got on stage, really putting on a performance, and always tossing his guitar picks towards the drunken, middle aged women who danced by the stage his entire set.
“Aw, don’t be jealous, baby.” Eddie cooed mockingly, arms wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you back into his chest. “I’ll throw one to you next time.” His lips buzzed against your cheek, stubble tickling your skin as you squealed with giggles.
Four o’clock couldn’t come quick enough. Eddie had only worked a half shift, much to your pleasure.
“You’re already ready?” Eddie grinned, dropping his keys on the entryway table when he walked in.
“Yeah, you said four.” You twisted your watch band around, looking at the face. “It’s four-fifteen.”
“I know, baby, I’m just messin’ with ya.” Eddie’s brows furrowed, quipped with questioning, eyes flickering back over to yours. “‘M just gonna shower real quick. Change my clothes and we can go.”
Your shoulders tightened, annoyance rolling over your frame that you tried to contain. “Alright.” You muttered, trudging behind Eddie towards the living room, plopping on the couch while he started down the hallway.
A ringed hand caught on the doorframe, Eddie leaning back to look at you fully. Your lips pressed out in a pout, arms crossed over your sweater, staring boredly at the television that wasn’t turned on.
“Hey,” Your head snapped, turning towards Eddie. “You alright?” He frowned, head tilting the side gently.
“I’m good.” You replied, too monotone for Eddie to get a real read, though it felt off. You felt off.
Did he forget something? Say something? It wasn’t an anniversary, and it was just a Tuesday- not typical for a date night. Why were you being weird?
Eddie decided against asking you that, when he emerged from the shower with clean, non-work clothes on, ready to go. Your mood had changed, entirely, bright eyed and bubbly from the moment he grabbed his keys.
It was such a one-eighty that it left Eddie’s head spinning a little. Maybe he’d looked too much into it, maybe he was off. It had to be him, strolling through the mall with you, hand in hand, while you chatted aimlessly about your day, and meaningless gossip you’d heard from your friends.
“Oh, look,” You gawked, hand tugging Eddie’s, pulling him off his path and jolting him to where you’d stopped. “Bakers are having a sale.”
“Baby,” Eddie laughed lightly, lips curling gently. “C’mon.”
“What?” You frowned, looking over at him.
Eddie blinked, a scoff of a laugh leaving his lips. “Sweetheart, c’mon,” His hand tugged at yours, stepping away. “You know our agreement.”
“What agreement?” You snapped much louder than he would have liked, pulling the attention of a couple passing by when you yanked your hand out of his grasp. “I can’t go to the store I want to go to?”
“Stop it,” Eddie hissed, cheeks burning at your sudden change of mood. “You know what I’m talkin’ about, alright? It’s your resolution, and you know our deal.” His voice dropped, crowding in close to you.
“So I-I can’t even look?” Your lips were beginning to tighten, to fall in a straight line that Eddie knew far too well.
“If you want to look and torture yourself, fine,” Eddie huffed. “But I know you’re going to want to buy something.”
“No, I’m not.” You grumbled, stubbornly, glaring at him. “I just want to look.”
“Fine,” Eddie shrugged, his shoulders loosening but his jaw still clenched tight. “Let’s go look. Just look.”
“I know, Ed,” You snapped, shrugging the hand he placed on your shoulder off with a huff. “You don’t have to be such an ass about it.”
Eddie didn’t respond, tongue rolling down the side of his cheek instead. You looked back, eyes rounded gently in question, the same look you always gave him when you were testing his limits, pushing him to see if you’d accidentally pushed too far this time.
After the third look back, Eddie relented, his hand finding the small of your back, hesitantly at first, closing in the space. “Hey, look at me for a second,” Eddie muttered, his hand sliding over your cheek, your eyes rolling up to meet his gaze.
“I’m not trying to be an ass. I’m just tryna help you out.”
“I know,” You muttered, your own shoulders flailing in defeat. “I just- I just wanted to look.”
“Alright,” Eddie nodded, thumb swiping over your cheek bone gently. “Look as much as you want. Just- Let’s not fight. I don’t wanna fight with you tonight. I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”
“Me too.” You admitted, though you felt you both had slightly different reasonings for the excitement. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright. I’m sorry, too. I wasn’t trying to be a controlling dick.”
“I know.” You hummed, chin ducking forward, stealing a quick kiss that had Eddie’s cheeks pinkening.
Your hand found his again, squeezing it gently. “Let me just look one more place, and we can go. I just want to see if they got in anything new.”
Eddie followed you wordlessly, contently letting you drag him down the next aisle. He didn’t say anything, no protests when you picked up the newest arrival, a red leather, pointed toe heel that was sure to be the next big thing, or so the sales associate told you.
He didn’t say a word even when you tried it on, modeling it in the mirror for yourself, lip tucking between your teeth, twisting your foot around to look at it through every angle. Even when the sales associate was schmoozing you, telling you how they were made just for you, and Eddie could see you swaying.
He sat wordlessly, watching you through the mirror.
Eddie didn’t say a word, not even when you gave him your best, sweetest, pleading eyes.
When the two of you left the store, empty handed, it was your turn to sit wordlessly, a little sulky and petulantly while you followed Eddie to the music store.
January 19th, 1990
“So you’ll meet me there?” Eddie’s voice rang through the other end of the line, the phone cradled to your ear.
“Yes, baby,” You hummed sweetly. “I just gotta change when I get off, and Robin’s gonna pick me up. I’ll be there before you go on. Promise.”
“Alright, sorry, I just- I’m excited.” Eddie admitted over the phone, and you could practically see his knee bouncing. “We’re playing Friday and Saturday night? It’s fuckin’ amazing.”
“Yeah, it is.” You giggled gently. “I’m proud of you, Ed, you’ve worked hard for it.”
“Thanks.” Eddie muttered, nearly boyishly. “I can’t wait to see you.”
“I can’t wait to see you either.” You whispered, hand cupping the receiver close to you. “I have to go, but I’ll see you tonight.”
“See you tonight, sweetheart. Love you.”
“Love you, Ed.” You muttered, a familiar tingly rush of heat swelling in your chest, phone clicking on the connection point, your nails drumming over the hard shell of the phone in thought.
The guilt settled in your stomach, heavier than it was this morning when you’d left. Kissing Eddie goodbye, muttering something about having to be at work an hour early, the lie smoothly falling from your lips and he was none the wiser.
Since Tuesday, you’d developed something worse than buyer’s remorse- not buying remorse, maybe? Regret? Complete and utter irritation and infatuation with the shoes that you couldn’t buy. And why couldn’t you buy them? Because of some stupid resolution? Eddie was right, New Year's resolutions were stupid.
You’d thought about it, at least, waited and really thought about it. You had even looked through your closet and you didn’t have any like those shoes- sure, you had leather, and red shoes, but not leather, red heels. These were different, you didn’t buy them on an impulse, so in a way, you’d followed through a little on your resolution. Right?
That’s what you told yourself anyways, swiping your card with an adrenaline rush far too heavy for just buying shoes. Your eyes lighting with excitement, clutching the bag with a white knuckled grip and giving the cashier a wild and wide smile.
You’d gotten what you wanted, held it tight on the walk back to work, but the feeling in your stomach didn’t settle. There was no instant satisfaction, no momentary happiness like what usually came with your small meaningless purchases. This time, you still felt… unsettled. Even more guilty when you slipped them on later that night, the finishing touch to your planned outfit.
“Hey,” Robin greeted, waving through the open window of the passenger’s seat in her date’s car. “Look who’s actually on time.”
You rolled your eyes, pulling at the door handle. “You and Ed act like I’m always late.” You snorted, sliding into the leather seats.
“You are always late.” Robin laughed.
“Now you really sound like Ed.” You muttered, setting your small clutch beside you while Robin laughed.
The Hideout was already beginning to crowd when you arrived, filling with familiar and new faces, all gathered around the bar and tables, drinks in hand, waiting for the band to start up. You were shocked to see your table at the front was still available, heart swelling when you saw a small sign placed there that read, ‘Reserved for the Band’ in Eddie’s handwriting.
“Here you go,” Robin passed you a plastic cup, sliding into the high top chair next to you. “Vodka cran for the number one groupie.”
You scoffed, muttering a thank you, lips wrapping around the small black straw. “I love your shoes.” Samantha, Robin’s date, smiled, passing by you to sit by Robin.
Your heart skipped, dropping in slight fear, forcing a smile that felt more like a grimace. “Thank you.” You nodded.
Robin looked under the table, examining your shoes for herself. “Those are cute. Are they new?”
“No,” You lied easily, a little too rigid for your own liking, but they seemed to buy it. “I got them last summer.” You waved lightly.
“They’re so cute.” Samantha smiled. “They look just like some I saw at Baker’s, and I almost got them but they didn’t have my size-”
“-Hey,” You jumped at the ringed hand on your shoulder, a flash of curls in your peripheral before Eddie was in front of you.
“Hey.” You swallowed, grinning up at him. “What are you doing-”
“- We’re about to go on, but I saw you and just wanted to say hi.” Eddie admitted, a little boyishness in his tone, in his smile, that made you swoon.
“Hi,” You giggled, leaning towards him. “Good luck.”
“Thanks, baby.” Eddie’s lips found yours, capturing you in a kiss, his fingertips pressed lightly under your jaw.
“Ed!”
Gareth’s annoyed bark pulled both of you apart, Eddie rolling his eyes. “I gotta go. I’ll see you after the show.” His eyes rolled over your frame as you stilled, bracing yourself for that furious look of shock in his eyes when he looked at your feet. It never came.
“You look good, baby.” Eddie winked playfully, nodding at Robin and her date before he ran back onto the small wooden stage.
You could feel your shoulders relax, ducking your feet back under the bar table with satisfaction. He hadn’t noticed, you knew he wouldn’t, but you couldn’t believe he actually didn’t. You felt smug, sipping on your drink, downing the liquor with the guilt finally being replaced with satisfaction.
***
“You sounded sooo good.” Arms wrapped around Eddie’s neck, the two of you swayed next to the bar chairs while Eddie waited for his beer.
“Thank you, baby.” Eddie laughed through a dimpled grin, his hand on your waist, holding you against him in case you fell- again.
“Everyone loved it.” You hummed, running a manicured finger down the side of his face, over his damp hair line. “They fucking loved you.”
“Yeah?” Eddie grinned, brows lifting in humor. He liked when you’d get drunk and silly like this, overly and smothering with affection. “How’d you like it though, hm? I only care about what you think. You’re the most important one, you know that.”
Your giggly smile made his heart swell, leaning back to look at him, lips twisting dramatically in thought. “Hmm, what did I think?” You tapped a finger playfully to your chin.
“I think-”
“-Watch out.” Eddie grabbed at your wrist, trying to still you as you took a wobbly, wide step backwards into the path of the bus boy, stumbling into them, the empty drink he was trying to return falling from between his stacked fingers and right onto your shoes.
“Shit!”
“Oh no.” You frowned gently, chin dropping to your chest, looking at the melted ice and liquor that darkened the leather of your shoes.
“Sorry, man, she didn’t see you. I got it.” Eddie apologized quickly, picking the plastic cup up, shooting the teenager a look of apology. “I’ll clean it up. Sorry.”
Eddie snatched the stack of napkins off the bar, dropping to mop up the small puddle by your feet. “‘M sorry. I didn’t even see him, Ed.” You mumbled, voice starting to shake with emotions, a warning of tears, drunk and emotional.
“It’s alright. Don’t cry, sweetheart. Shit gets dropped here all the time.” Eddie’s hand rubbed over your calf gently, squeezing it to soothe you. “Did it get in your shoe? Or just the outside?”
“No, they’re gonna be ruined.” Your slurred whine made him cringe, ducking back just in time to miss your swinging foot raise up, snatching the shoe off.
“Baby,” Eddie hissed, pulling at your dress to keep it down. “Hey, c’mon, don’t cry. Just let me close out-”
“-No, they’re ruined.” You sniffled, eyes shining with tears, scrubbing and dabbing with the cheap paper napkins at the soaked leather. “I just bought these and they’re already stained, and it's not gonna come out.”
Eddie stilled, eyes flickering from you to the shoe in your hand, narrowing when he realized what exactly was in your hand. It was the same heels from earlier this week, red and leather and with a pointed toe, and now in your possession. He knew he recognized them, knew something about them looked familiar when he saw you in them- when he saw how good your legs looked in them.
“Ed-Eddie,” You sniffled wetly around a hiccup, lip jutted in a far pout, looking up at him with glazed eyes.
“C’mon,” Eddie nodded, grabbing your coat off the back of the bar stool. “I’ll fix them back at home.” His heavy arms were around your frame, guiding you carefully through the broken pavement back to the van while you babbled and sniffled, teary eyed and turned into his chest.
Back at the trailer, he’d managed to get you into the bed before you’d collapsed, drunk and exhausted. The routine was nearly identical to the one just a few days before on New Years Eve; taking off your makeup, swapping out your little party dress for one of his tee shirts, two Advils and a large glass of water on the bedside table.
Only this time, he didn’t toss your shoes in the closet, onto the piles under your clothes with the others. No, this time, he sat them right on the dining room table. He had managed to find the receipt in the trash, skillfully placed under a wad of paper towels that you’d tried to use to mask it. Eddie placed it next to the shoes, leaving them both for you to find in the morning.
January 20th, 1990
“Ed,” Your groggy voice made its way into the kitchen before you did, hoarse from the liquor and singing from the night before. “Did you make any coffee? Please tell me you made some.”
“It’s in the kitchen, baby.” Eddie replied smoothly, eyes still on the screen of the TV. “I kept the pot on for you. Should still be warm.”
Your feet shuffled over the carpet, knuckling at your eyes. The muffled screech of guitars left you wincing, even at the low volume Eddie had the TV on while he watched his Saturday morning MTV show.
“Did you eat, Ed?” Your heart swelled, seeing the mug he’d left out for you next to the pot- your favorite mug.
“Hm?” Eddie grunted back.
“Did you eat?” Your head strained with an ache at the rise in your tone, thumb pressing between your brows to alleviate the pressure. “Or do you want me to make you something? Or we could-”
Words strangled in your throat, you nearly dropped the mug onto the tiled floor of the kitchen when you turned. There on the kitchen table, your new shoes next to a neatly laid out receipt.
“Could what?” Eddie said lightly, standing from the couch and turning to see you, wide eyed when your gaze met his.
“Oh, yeah, forgot about those.” Eddie reached for the remote, muting the volume. “You know, when you told me they were new shoes, I thought maybe you were just a little confused and drunk.”
His footsteps seemed heavier, louder and more menacing, sending a shockwave of adrenaline and ache right to your core the closer he got. “Then when I got you home, I realized those were the shoes from the mall.” Eddie stopped in front of you, hands resting on the back of the kitchen chair, looking down at you from the slope of his nose.
“I thought there was no way, no possible way, you went back and bought those, but then, I looked in the trash and you know what I found?” Eddie tilted his head to the side, mockingly. You could only blink, tongue too thick in your own mouth to reply.
Eddie’s pointer and middle finger fell onto the receipt, pushing it towards you, sliding it across the wood table. “Read the date on there for me, baby.”
“Ed-”
“-Read it for me.” Eddie’s voice boomed, oozing with authority that had you pulsing between the legs, heart skipping at the same beat.
Eyes cutting down, your teeth pulled at your bottom lip, eyeing the date printed boldly under the store’s name. “January nineteenth.” It was mumbled, nearly inaudible, and you refused to meet his gaze. You couldn’t, but you knew how he was looking at you. Eyes narrowed with a hard glare that felt nearly challenging.
“January nineteenth,” Eddie repeated slowly. “Yesterday. You- hey, look at me- You went back to the store and got them?”
The intensity of his gaze left you feeling vulnerable, like you were see through, squirming and shifting from foot to foot. “I-I just- I just wanted them.”
“You wanted them?” Eddie lifted a brow. “Baby, you agreed to the resolution thing-”
“-I know I did, Ed.” You snapped with a huff that teetered on bratty, throwing in an eye roll that had Eddie’s grip tightening on the back of the chair.
“But, I didn’t, I didn’t buy them right then! I went home and made sure I didn’t have any like them, and I didn’t, so that’s not really breaking it entirely.” You countered, lip jutted lightly in a pout, eyes rounding up at him sweetly- hopefully sweet enough that you’d melt his heart, get him to agree with you.
“We had an agreement,” Eddie’s fingers tapped on the wood of the chair. “If you wanted them, you could’ve told me, baby. Not snuck around and bought them. You knew what you were doing.”
Your shoulders fell with a sharp sigh of defeat. “It’s stupid.” You muttered. “You were right. Resolutions are so pointless.”
“I know,” Eddie snorted with a laugh. “But we still had a deal, baby, and you broke your deal.”
“Ed, come on-”
“-No, no, no, you were more than happy to accept your rewards. Now you gotta face the music, baby. Gotta take your punishment.” Eddie shrugged lightly, giving you a big sigh for show, like there was nothing he could do about it. It made you furious, even more so when you could feel your tummy erupting in thrilling butterflied.
The wood chair screeched across the linoleum floors when Eddie tugged it back, wide enough for him to slip in it, legs spread wide. “Come on over,” His hand patted his right thigh. “I won’t go too hard on you, I promise.”
Your cheeks burned, hot with embarrassed heat- embarrassed at the punishment or the fact that you were so excited to be punished, you weren’t sure. Hesitantly, you folded over his thigh, hands bracing yourself on his thigh, grabbing at the wooden leg of the chair while Eddie guided you over his knee.
Eddie’s hand smoothed over your ass, bunching the cotton of your panties between his fingers, grinning when you whined, tensing at the anticipation of the first spank. “Relax, baby,” Eddie hummed, squeezing your left cheek, teasing. “You knew this was coming.”
“Stooop,” A nasally whine left your throat before you could stop yourself, already beginning to squirm. “Don’t be mean to me.”
“Mean?” Eddie scoffed playfully, brows lifting. “I’m not being mean. Not yet, anyways.”
You huffed at his words, the air barely leaving your lips before it was sucked back in, a shocked gasp when Eddie’s hand fell without warning, hard against your left ass cheek.
“I could have been mean last night,” Eddie’s tone cut, his hand slamming down in sharp, thundering smacks that left you gasping, clawing at the wood of the chair. “Could have let your shoes get ruined.”
Your face twisted in distortion, the night before hazy. You barely remembered seeing Eddie after his set, the memory of the spilled drink flooding to you in liquor soaked waves. It was difficult to really recall with the assault Eddie’s hand was dishing out on your ass, your core aching with need, throbbing as you tried to wiggle your way to his knee.
“I cleaned your shoes off,” Three hard smacks that had you raising, pushing off the chair to lift off, Eddie’s hand shoving you back into place, holding you there by the small of your back.
“I made sure they didn’t stain, even after I found out you’d gone behind my back and bought them.”
“‘M sorry! Eddie, I-I’m sorry!” A panting cry tore from your chest, nose and throat burning with tears, wiggling to try and escape his assaults that rained down unrelenting. You had managed to wiggle your way onto his kneecap, aching clit pressed down and hips rolling to alleviate the needy throb. You hoped he wouldn’t notice. Or maybe that he would. Maybe then he’d get bored of punishing you and might fuck you instead.
“If I was really mean,” Eddie gritted, delivering a rather hard smack to the center of your bottom, mouth watering and cock straining with need, tented in his boxers. He knew you had to feel it, the same way he could feel your wetness on his bare thigh, seeping through your panties more and more with every roll of your hips.
“I’d make you return the shoes.” Eddie’s hand fell hard again to the same space, the pain and vibrations of his hit leaving you dizzy, mind numbing with pleasure, mouth lolling open and choking on cries- of pleasure or pain, you weren’t quite sure.
“Make you really learn your lesson then, hm?” Eddie growled, his voice gravelly with need, sending shivers of excitement trickling up your spine.
“Please,” You panted between a moan. “I’ve learned my lesson. I learned it. I’ll be good. I promise, Ed, I swear.”
Wet sniffles and clenched moans filled the kitchen, your hips still writing, desperate to dull the ache between your legs. Eddie’s finger traced over your puffy, pantie clothed lips, featherlight and teasing down your slit, pressing over the patch of wetness he felt at the front.
“Eddie, please,” Your whine came, nasally and pathetic.
“You ready to be good?” Eddie muttered, pad of his index finger pressing into your clit so you squealed. “Ready to be good for me? Do what I say?”
“Yes,” You nodded, blood rushing to your head, still tipped over his knee. “I’ll be good. I’m gonna be good.”
“Good.” Eddie clipped, pulling you up. You sat on his lap, just for a moment, blood rushing, head spinning from the mix of that sensation and your overwhelming desire. You barely had a moment to steady yourself before you were being stood up, shoved back to your knees on the kitchen floor.
“You wanna show me you’re sorry?” Eddie looked down at you from the chair, hips lifting to shove his boxers down, revealing his angry cock, leaking at the tip. You swallowed at the sight, thighs pressing together and squirming.
“Show me how sorry you are.” Eddie stroked himself, nodding at you.
Tongue running over your lips, your spine straightened, shuffling forward to take his length in your hand. Tongue flattening, your eyes were on Eddie’s, licking a long, wet stripe up the underside of his cock, tongue swirling around the head as you sucked it gently.
Eddie’s head fell back, hands finding your head, pushing you gently onto his length. It was something he normally didn’t do, he knew you didn’t like it, but when you were being punished, he’d do it. Just to hear you gag, toes curling and hips clenching to keep from bucking at the vibrations from the back of your throat.
“Thaaaat’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl.” Eddie groaned, eyes half lidded with ecstasy, watching your head bob up and down, eyes glistening with tears with every deep thrusting gag he’d give.
“Fuck, just- hold on.” Eddie gritted, abs clenching, pleasure beginning to coil tight, threatening to snap in the pit of his tummy. His hand found the back of your head, tugging at your hair, pulling you off his length.
“What?” You frowned, the back of your hand wiping at your mouth. “It didn’t- Was it not good?”
“No, fuck no.” Eddie shook his head. “Felt great, baby, always does. You know you’re so good at that.” He grinned, leaving you beaming under his praise.
“So good I was about to cum. Don’t wanna do that.” Eddie’s hand cradled around your cheek, pinching the skin lightly. “Wanna cum in you. Stand up f’me.”
You scrambled to your feet, legs prickly nearly asleep from being on your knees, wobbly with excitement. You ached between your legs, painful with need, bending over the kitchen table, pushing the shoes out of the way.
Eddie paused, tongue running over his bottom lip. “Wait,” You turned, blinking up at him. “Gimme those.” He nodded towards the shoes.
You frowned, hesitating when you grabbed them, handing them over to Eddie. His hand caught your wrist, tugging you upwards to stand. “Put them on.”
“What?” You frowned, looking at the shoes- he really had cleaned them, even the bottoms looked brand new, the sweetheart. Your heart swelled.
“Put them on,” Eddie nodded, standing, cock slapping against his tummy. His eyes were dark, pulling at your t shirt; his shirt.
“I want you to wear those, just those.” Eddie growled, stroking his length, eyeing you hungrily while you pulled your shirt off, baring yourself to him. “Want you just in those shoes while I fuck you, you hear me?”
Your head bobbed, nodding dumbly at his words, slipping the heels on with shaky hands. Eddie’s gaze on you the entire time, hungrily eyeing over your frame as you stood there, naked in your new shoes.
“Mm, maybe you were onto somethin’, baby.” Eddie hummed, tongue rolling down the side of his cheek. “Maybe you did need ‘em. You look fuckin’ amazing in them.”
Your chin ducked to your chest, shy under his praise, rushes of electric excitement trilling through your body. “Thank you,” You whispered, gaze still on the floor, looking at the red leather heels.
“Come here,” Eddie motioned you over, his hands finding your hips, pulling you in for a sloppy, hot kiss that left you spinning.
“Turn around,” Eddie growled, hands still anchored onto your hips, fingertips bruising the skin there. “Lean forward.”
Your hands found the edge of the counter, nails digging into the tile, crying out in pleasure when Eddie’s fingers slipped between your legs, circling around your clit.
He fucked you hard, barbarically against the counter. Hips snapping with a fury, deep and fast, sloppily circling your clit. He seemed to go faster, deeper, with every squeak of your heels sliding on the floors, snapping down to find your footing that was slipping away on shaky legs.
Your cheek pressed to the counter, you felt him fill you, pulling out with his heaving chest laid over your back, both of you starry eyed and spacy with bliss.
“I like the shoes.” Eddie rasped between heaving breaths. “Think you should wear ‘em again tonight.”
Your breathy giggles were music to his ears, his own shoulders dropping with relief at the sound. The familiar guilt and uncertainty that always came after you played slowly slipping away, his hands pulling at your sweat soaked skin, pulling you closer to him, lips on your shoulder.
“I will,” You sighed, cheek pressed to the cool tile of the counter. There was a pause, the two of you skin to skin, feeling each other in the silence of the kitchen.
“I think I’m ready to call the resolution thing.” You admitted, eyes rounding when you turned to look at Eddie. “I don’t want to do it anymore. It was fun but… I don’t want to do it anymore.”
Eddie grinned sweetly down at you. “Yeah? Don’t blame you, baby. Told you resolutions are dumb.” He teased gently, hand smoothing down your hip gently. “I did like given’ you your reward every week, though. Can’t lie. That part was pretty great.”
“Yeah?” Your eyes lit up, turning in his arms to face him. “We can still do that part. I thought that was pretty fun too.”
“Ooh, you did, huh?” Eddie cooed sillily, arms wrapping around your frame, pulling you into him with a shrill of giggles.
“I tell you what, you keep those heels on, and you can sit on my face right now, for as long as you want. How’s that sound?” Eddie tilted his head to the side playfully.
You found yourself in the bedroom not ten minutes later, the stem of the heels digging into your ass as you rocked, hands braced on the headboard, legs parts on either side of Eddie’s head as he devoured into you.
The heels were his favorite, Eddie decided. A failed resolution, sure, but one of the best purchases you’d ever made in his eyes.
summary: you and Eddie show each other very different sides of yourselves in the bedrooom.
cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) fingering, oral (both f and m receiving) bondage, orgasm denial, dom!eddie, dom!reader
word count: 3k
This fic is the second of seven that I have planned for kinktober !
You're somehow not nervous when you enter his apartment. He said he has a surprise for you and knowing Eddie, there's no telling what it could be. It could be an actual present or he could come around the corner in a scary mask so now you're on edge because you have no idea what it could mean even though you know that he would never do anything to purposely upset you.
The two of you have been hooking up for months now. You went on a date but decided to keep things casual. Now you find yourself at his place more often than your own and you get tangled up in his sheets until the early morning and you wouldn't have it any other way.
Eddie's in the kitchen, pouring tequila shots and all of your worry suddenly slips away. You're comfortable with him which can't be said for a lot of people. You've let him see a side of you that you wouldn't normally show to anyone else. But he's special.
And he knows it. He knows exactly the effect that he has on you and he likes to use it to his advantage. You both know that you'll always do exactly what he says and that's how you like it. That's how this arrangement works. He talks and you listen.
"Oh you're here," he says with a smile. "And don't you look pretty." He spins you out then back in. "This skirt-" his hand slides up the slit as he pulls you into a kiss. You jump and he catches you, carrying you off to the bedroom as your shots are abandoned. This is more important anyway.
Clothing is being strewn across the room as you undress each other and Eddie throws you onto the bed. You're in nothing but your bra and skirt, panting as you try to catch your breath. You're wearing the thin, black, lacy one you know he likes and your breath hitches when his fingers dance along the lace that's on top of the cups.
"We're going to try something a little different tonight. Is that okay?" You nod but that doesn't seem to be good enough for Eddie. "Use your words, sweetheart." Consent is always so important to him. As much as he loves to boss you around, he'd never want to do anything that you were uncomfortable with.
"Yes. Do whatever you want." You see him pull a box out from underneath his bed and he grabs two pairs of fuzzy handcuffs and some rope. Now you understand what's going on and you have to admit that you're super into it. You honestly can't believe he's never done this to you before. That seems right up his alley.
He takes the handcuffs and and attaches each pair to one of the bed posts then locks your arms in. He then takes the rope, carefully tying it to the other bed posts and your ankles, spreading your legs wide.
He's been looking forward to this all week and seeing you lying there, so content with what he's done-well, he just can't wait to have his way with you. You haven't explored much kink together but this isn't something that's new to either of you. You will admit that he's made it more comfortable than others, though.
Eddie climbs onto the bed, lowering himself on top of you as his lips find yours again. It's sloppy and messy, both of you just so needy that you don't seem to care. He slides his hands underneath you and unhooks your bra with ease before removing it from you and tossing it to the side.
"Fuck, how do you get even more hot every time?" He kisses his way down your neck, biting down before he moves on to your chest.
"I could ask you the same thing." You feel him chuckle against you and it tickles.
"Oh, you flatter me, doll." The kisses continue as he makes his way down to your breasts. His tongue moves across your nipple before he gives it a gentle bite as a way to tease you. A gasp escapes your lips and as you writhe beneath him. You feel him laugh against your skin and feel dizzy when he takes your nipple into his mouth, liking and sucking until the sensitive spot is raw. He's spent so many nights so eager to get inside you that he hasn't bothered to take the time to worship your beautiful body. And he thinks that you deserve that.
"Yeah, you like that?" Your brain is fuzzy that you can barely form a coherent response, just making noises that sound like pleasure. But Eddie wants to be sure. He needs his ego to be stroked. As if it isn't big enough already.
"So good," you whine. You're already fucked out and he hasn't done everything he's got on his list. This has to be a record. He continues as one of his hands moves under your skirt to try to get gauge of how wet you are, his eyes widened at what he finds.
"Jesus, doll, you're not wearing panties? You dirty girl. And look at how wet you are. You're dripping." His mouth is watering because of how badly he wants to get his mouth on you as his fingers pump in and out, so slow and teasing. He wants to make you beg for it. God, you always sound so hot when you beg.
He works his way down your naked torso, whispering all of the thing he's going to do to you against your skin. You're getting antsy so that means that his teasing is working just like it always does. You're pulling on the handcuffs and Eddie can't help but laugh again. Seeing you this desperate and needy is making him so hard.
You know exactly how to get what you want so two can play this game. You want to see if you can get him to beg for you even though you know that he probably (definitely) won't. He's never the beggar in this dynamic but you want to at least try.
His fingers are still pumping as he lowers himself down to your cunt. All of his movements are slow and calculated. All you have to do is beg and he'll give you want. The whines are driving him crazy but that's not nearly enough for him. He needs to hear the words come out of your mouth. He needs to know just how badly you want him.
"You know exactly what you have to do," he says. "Only good girls get rewards." You're silent, trying to figure out how you're possibly going to win this. You're not and you know it. You'll never be able to beat Eddie at his own game and you know it.
"Fine, you've made your choice. I guess I'll just have to stop then, hm? How would you like that?" It's cruel and he knows it but he doesn't think that he's asking for much. You're aching with need and you can't possibly last much longer. It's only a matter of time before you give in and when he pulls away from you completely, you're pulling on the handcuffs again.
He's got you right where he wants you and he's absolutely eating it up. You're so close to tears because of how needy you are and he suspects that in three, two, one-
"Please, Eddie," you whine. "Please, I need your mouth." He climbs onto the bed, a hand on each side of your head as he hovers over you. His eyes bore into yours as that shit-eating grin kicks up at the corners of his mouth.
"Was that so hard?" His tone is teasing and maybe a little mean but there's something about being degraded that you find yourself enjoying. His hands move down to the slit in your skirt and you gasp when he rips it all the way to the top. He then slides it out from underneath you, promising to fix it later as he lets his eyes rake over your naked body.
"You're such a dick." The words hold no heat because you both know that this is how you prefer to be treated.
"And you love it," replies as he presses a kiss to your lips. "Now I'm going to eat you out and I'm not going to stop until you beg for it." Eddie lowers himself until his face is right in front of your cunt. You're spread open just for him and you're somehow even wetter than before, leaking out all over his freshly washed sheets. His mouth is watering even more as he gets closer and closer. He's never eaten you out before so he's going to enjoy this. He's going to take his time and considering how badly you were begging, he's pretty sure that you want him to.
He starts at your clit, moving slowly as his fingers pump in and out, his tongue moving back and forth along it before he goes it for a suck. Your back arches and you swear you're close, getting more and more dizzy with every move. If you're already feeling like this, you're not sure if you're going to last long enough for him to fuck you.
"Oh my god," you moan loudly as he bites down. You're coming already and that seems to encourage Eddie, biting down even harder as his fingers pump a little faster. You're coming over and over, entirely unsure how much longer you can last but you're going to stick it out. You have to because you still haven't gotten what you wanted even though you're very much enjoying what's happening here.
"You taste so good," he murmurs as he goes in for another bite, this time lower as he removes his fingers so he can explore other parts with his mouth. He bites again and again, eating you like a man starved while simultaneously trying to clean up your mess. When you come for a fourth time, he pulls away, wanting to see you orgasm just as it's finishing up.
"That's my good girl," he says as he crawls back up the bed, hovering over you again. "See what happens when you do what I ask? Since you've been so good tonight I think you deserve a treat? What do you say, doll?"
"What kind of treat?" You're skeptical because these kinds of things always come with a price. He's rarely ever nice for no reason in the bedroom. So now you have to tread lightly to make sure you get exactly what you want.
"I'll do whatever you want. Name it and it's yours." His eyes are soft and for a second, you think he might be telling the truth. Could it be that Eddie Munson actually has a soft sport for you? No. You're just one of many in his rotation and you refuse to get attached.
"What's the catch?" He hates that you don't believe him. Do you actually think he'd trick you like that? Apparently so with the way you're looking at him.
"No catch, sweetheart. You've earned it." His voice and soft and sweet as he moved your hair out of your face. You really like this side of him and wish he would show it more often.
"How about we reverse the roles so you're the one who's tied up?" He's honestly shocked by your answer but he can't help but be turned on by the idea. God, he's about to come in his pants just thinking about it. He's never been one to be submissive so this must mean that he really trusts you.
"And if I agree, what are you going to do to me?" He wants to know exactly what he's getting himself into.
"You're going to be the one who's begging so you know how it feels. I want to have all of the control."
"Then it's yours." He reaches for the key in his pocket and unlocks your handcuffs and unties your ankles. And when you're free, you grab Eddie by his shirt and pull it off of him as you drag him closer. Your lips find his as you pull him onto the bed, grabbing hold of the handcuffs and putting a pair around each wrist. He lies there, getting harder as you attach the handcuffs to his bed frame.
He watches you straddle him, slowly grinding against him as you bring your lips to his. He whines into your mouth and you keep going, moving even slower. You feel him getting even harder underneath you and your lips wrap around his tongue as it enters your mouth, giving it a suck.
"Look you, already such a mess for me and I've barely done anything." You're taking on this role so well and he's actually so turned on right now. You might have to reverse roles more often.
He lets out another wine as he thinks about how he might have finally met his match. He never thought he'd be into being the submissive but now he's actually starting to enjoy it. He's getting close as he thinks about you giving his dick the same treatment as you grind and grind against him. You watch him get closer and closer to the edge, continuing to pick up your pace.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he breathes as he finally reaches his climax, fully coming in his pants just like he thought he would. And now he really needs you to either clean up the mess or let him get inside you. Maybe if he's lucky, you'll do both.
"Are you ready for me? I think you are." You scoot back, sliding your hand down to his bulge, giving it a squeeze. "Oh, definitely." You unbutton his jeans and pull then down, followed by his boxers which there is an absolute mess in. His cheeks are pink and you never thought he had the ability to get embarrassed about anything. He's always so confident about everything.
"You don't have to be embarrassed about this," you tell him. "I actually think it's hot."
"Really?"
"Really." You spread his legs as you tie your hair back, slowly bringing his cock to your mouth. You watch him as you lick a stripe up his length, before taking the tip into your mouth. You let your tongue do all the work, licking him clean, watching him come completely undone as he becomes more and more needy for you.
You suck and suck, progressively taking him even deeper until your nose hits his bush, the tip hitting the back of your throat. You're gagging, drool dribbling down your chin but you don't dare stop until he's coming again, more ready for you than ever. And when he watches you swallow, he's absolutely done for.
"How about we don't use a condom tonight?" You ask. "I want to feel you."
"Whatever you want."
"That's not answer."
"I want to feel you too," he says. "So badly." He's getting needy again so you tie his legs to the bed posts then climb on top of him, sinking down before you begin to ride him. You're not holding back anymore, both of you giving it you're absolute all. You're scratching down his chest as you move faster and faster, the most filthy sounds pouring from your mouths. He's pushing deeper and deeper until you're pressed together, so much friction between you as his bush scratches against yours.
"Fuck, you feel so good, doll," he moans. "So hot when you ride me."
"Yeah? You like it when I ride you? Bet you wanna touch me, hm?" And the student becomes the master. You've got this down and now he's gotta have you be the dom from now on.
"So badly."
"Come for me and then you can touch me. Come on, I can tell that you're close." He is close and he really does want to touch you so he gives in. He's pretty sure that he'd do anything you'd ask anyway.
You both pick up the pace, moving faster and harder, begging for more until he's coming again, eating up your encouraging words. He's riding the high, wondering if you'll give him another one as you reach for the key.
"Look at you following directions." You've been such a brat tonight and now he's going to teach you a lesson.
When you free him from the handcuffs, he's flipping you onto your back, wrapping your legs around his waist as he fits all the way inside, fucking you until he can see tears streaming down your cheeks. It hurts so good that you don't dare ask him to stop. This is all you've wanted all night and now you've got it.
His fingers dig into your waist as your nails scratch his back now. He's pretty sure that you might be drawing blood but he couldn't care less. He loves when you mark him up like this, loving the physical reminders of the time you've spent together.
"Fuck, Eddie, oh my god," you mewl, feeling the bed shaking underneath you, the headboard hitting the wall over and over because of how much he's putting into it.
"See how fucking good it feels when I feel you?" He asks, watching you come apart just like he did moments ago. He liked the experimentation, but he feels like this is how it's supposed to be-him pounding into you and you taking it like the good girl you are.
You're the one who's coming now as he's slowing down, both of you now absolutely spent. He pulls out and you're shocked when he pulls you to his chest, pressing a kiss to your hair. You never cuddle after sex-that's not part of the deal. But who are you to deny this sweet moment? So you let him hold you for a while, neither of you speaking as you slowly drift off to sleep.
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summary: you’re home from college and staying with your dad for the summer, spending as much time as you possibly can with him…and his hot best friend that you’ve never seen in your life.
authors note: okay have you guys ever seen those text posts like “when you say ‘daddy pass the salt please’ and your father and your man both reach for it” 💀💀 well this is inspired by that concept. also i went overboard and this is a LONG BOI
disclaimers — photo credits to @eddiemunsons-missingnipple 🫶🏼porn with plot, reader’s nickname is “sunshine”, reader has female anatomy, race unspecified, divider: @iluvpooks
NSFW — 18+ obv, porn with plot, daddy kink pls keep scrolling if it’s not ur thing, slight age gap (eddie is mid to late 30s, reader is in her early 20s), corruption kink, size kink, masturbation (m&f), p in v sex (protected), dirty talk, teasing, sexual innuendos, extreme flirting, eddie kinda being a perv, praise kink
The sound of breakfast on the griddle summons you downstairs.
Dad never cooks.
For as long as you can remember, weekends at your dad’s have always consisted of Lucky Charms cereal and powdered donuts. That tradition continued even after you started college.
Oh yeah. Someone is here, alright. Someone Dad desperately wants to impress.
Trailing after the commotion, your fuzzy pink slippers guide you down the wooden steps of your dad’s ‘bachelor pad’ and into the kitchen. And when you near the bottom of the steps, you can make out two distinct voices — one belonging to Dad, another belonging to someone who's identity is obscure.
“God, I fucking missed you, Jeff. Missed everyone so much.”
The smells of pancake batter, cigarette smoke, mint, and petroleum fuel reel you in, but not nearly as much as the sight of the man sitting on the opposite side of your dad. He's built, handsome with wavy brown hair, leather, black denim, twiddling a toothpick between his teeth as he listens to your dad speak with a smile on his face. That is, until you come into sight. It then that his intense focus circles in on you.
Funny. You don’t remember this friend. And something in your gut tells you that you won’t ever be forgetting him after this.
The stranger's grin curls into a wonder-filled smirk. You can feel your knees start to buckle.
“Uh oh. Looks like our shenanigans woke up Sleeping Beauty.”
When you get a closer look at Dad’s friend, you observe his faint brown beard — neatly kept and lightly peppered with some gray — delicious lips, shiny white teeth, and grooves along his laugh lines that would deepen with every theatrical cackle he belted out.
You can't help but freeze in your tracks as him and your dad continue on with their banter, reliving their glory days like it was yesterday. Man. What a damn dreamboat.
Your dad’s eyes light up with glee when he sees you.
“Hey, good morning, Sunshine!” Dad cheers. “Thought you’d never wake up. This is my friend Eddie. We were in that band together in high school. Come say hi.”
"Yeah, come say hi," Eddie agrees. feeding into the obvious tension in the room. "I don't bite."
The stranger laughs at his own comment as soon as he utters it.
There’s a charm — a magic — about Eddie that could only be found in Hollywood or the Big City. But of course, you didn't expect any less from Dad's supposed ‘Rockstar Friend’.
When your parents had you at 17, life went on for Dad’s band Corroded Coffin. And although he missed out on the ‘Sex, Drugs, and Rock&Roll’, Dad insists that tea parties and white picket fences were an ideal trade-off. Because — despite how things ended with Mom — it still meant a life spent with you.
You tell him your name as Eddie offers you his hand to shake. Electricity serges through you when your hand is enveloped by his firm, calloused one. Eddie smiles down at you, his presence all-consuming. It's almost as if he knows it. And as much as you were dying to, you resist the urge to fall into him.
Eddie's no better.
It takes everything in Eddie's power to keep his eyes above your collarbones, reprimanding himself with the utmost tedium. Because heaven knows he'd be TOAST if his best friend found out that Eddie thought that you were absolutely stunning — strutting around the house the way that you do, without a bra underneath that poor excuse of a sleep shirt — a sleep shirt far too tight for your own good. With tight, pajama shorts to match…
Of course, this is all an assumption…Not that he caught wind of it or anything.
“You know…” he mentions. “Your dad has told me SO much about little miss Sunshine.”
“Me, really?” is all you can say behind those fuscia cheeks.
“Really,” Eddie insists. “He never shuts up about you, darling.”
“Hopefully you’ve only heard good things,” you mutter faintly.
And instantly, your dad and Eddie share a laugh.
“Only good things,” Eddie assures you. He nudges your dad playfully.
Your dad doesn’t exactly deny the last part, basically confirming to Eddie that you’ve got a hint of spunk to you. The heat settles at your cheeks as you shy away from your father’s curious friend.
Taking note of how timid you’ve just become, Eddie furrows his brows.
“What — was that an implication that you’re not always good?”
“No comment,” your smile melts into an awkward one.
“Kept me on my toes back then,” your dad reflects with a sigh. “Keeps me on my toes now.”
“You don’t say…” Eddie smirks slightly, gaze panning back over to you.
Eventually your dad leaves you two alone, going into the garage to fetch something that he insists Eddie would like. But little did he know that such thing was already in the room, leaning…reaching into the fridge for some orange juice, not realizing its atmosphere caused your nipples to harden.
Eddie’s eyes proceed to follow you as you strut back to the griddle, flipping some hot cakes over before tending to your messy bedhead.
Eddie probably doesn’t know — or maybe he does, who knows? — that you feel him staring at you. It’s a burning gaze that practically impales you, but you’re too nervous to say anything. You’re better off pretending like it’s something you don’t notice.
You and Eddie continue to help yourselves to breakfast, enjoying the company of each other and your mutual silence. That is, until Eddie speaks up.
“Got some sausage for you if you’d like.”
“I’m sorry?” you sputter, looking up from your food.
Eddie shoots you a weird glance as he holds up some breakfast franks.
“Sausage?” he repeats. “Store was out of beef so I settled for turkey. Hope that’s not a problem.”
“Not at all,” you clear your throat. “I love turkey sausage.”
“Okay, good,” Eddie chuckles, seemingly relieved at how quickly the situation had diffused.
“Cool,” you chuckle with him while taking some links to cook.
The silence returns once more and is replaced by the sizzling of the grill. It’s short lived, however, because soon, the man nearly twice your age speaks again.
“What’d you think I said?” Eddie circles back.
“Nothing, why?”
“You just looked stunned.”
“I just woke up,” you shrug. “My mind’s somewhere else.”
“I can tell,” he smirks. “Get that thing out of the gutter.”
The coming days paved way for some more innocent flirting.
…Like when you make sure to wear the shortest skirt in your closet when running Eddie his afternoon beer in the garage.
“Well don’t you look absolutely darling…” he says as he peers up from his guitar.
“Hehe,” you smirk connivingly. “Thank you!”
“You are so welcome.”
Eddie downs the liquid guilt along with his pride, watching you strut around…the hem of that pleated cotton fabric just barely covering the roundness of your asscheeks. And as you blush a rosy pink when you process his little remarks, Eddie can only clear his throat in arousal, fantasizing about just how badly he wanted to turn your other cheeks that very shade.
…Or when you come downstairs the next day to help Dad manually wash his car.
While he and Eddie are harassing each other with soap and that god-forsaken hose, you decide to join in on all the fun.
“Watch out, Sunshine,” Eddie forewarns. “You’ve just entered the splash zone!”
And with the intention of cooling you off on a hot summer day like this, Eddie teasingly sprays you with said hose, your white shirt becoming transparent when lathered with water. He could see everything. Your erect nipples. Your perky tits bouncing in the sunlight as you jump around in excitement. How glazed your oil-nnuendo’ed skin looked when glimmering in the sun. All as intended.
“You got me,” you surrender yourself to him. “You got me good, Eddie.”
And when you walk away, Eddie mutters slyly to himself.
“Yes, yes I did.”
…And then there’s dessert after dinner.
Eddie watches as you lick your popsicle, his fingers curling at his thighs in arousal as you retract the wrapper before enclosing your lips around the bright pink dessert. And he swears he’s going to blow his pants when he envisions the melted sugar shooting into your mouth with the swiftest hollowing of your cheeks, the quiet suction noise you make with your pursed lips forcing him to adjust the way he’s sitting.
…The final instance takes the cake.
“What’s your major?”
You’re in the home library grazing some of Dad’s old books and vinyls, talking to Eddie while your father gets ready for the day. Meanwhile, Eddie is perched at your dad’s desk, rolling around in his expensive swivel chair and occasionally doing some spins on it to make you laugh.
“History.”
“Sounds boring.”
“You just haven’t found a topic that interests you,” you point out.
“Mm,” is all Eddie says. “Maybe I will eventually.”
Eddie watches as you waltz around in front of him, following your movements with his eyes as you get onto your tippy-toes in order to grab some books on the top shelf.
“Oh my god!” you yelp.
Your plan to entice him seemingly fails when you graze a book that’s halfway off the shelf. It’s already flying off of its platform, headed straight towards Eddie's lap before you can even stop it.
Eddie catches it before any damage can be done, saving Dad’s old campaign book with the hand furthest from you and snaking the other around your waist to prevent you from sinking any further into him.
Phew. Crisis averted.
Your eyes meet again.
“I’m so sorry, Eddie,” you gasp in embarrassment. “That book has a mind of its own.”
“You’re fine,” Eddie laughs. “Can’t defy the laws of gravity. Sometimes it betrays us.”
You feel yourself burning up a fever. Excusing yourself from the room, you leave Dad’s library and make your way over to the kitchen for a glass of water.
But you’re nearly taken aback when you feel tight, calloused hands wrap around your hips, and like a feather it’s like you’re whisked away into the air, and soon your body is pressed up against the wall.
Slam!
Breathing heavily against each other now — chest to chest, lips so unbearably close you can smell the whiskey — Eddie draws you even closer to him. You both study each other intently. It’s like you’re waiting for the other to say something. Eddie does the honors and speaks first.
“I wasn’t born last night, doll. I was also your age at one point.”
———
To his own despair, Eddie touches himself later that night. Facing your room, he strokes his rock hard cock with his lotioned-up hand, running his thumb across the slit of his head, pretending it’s your tongue giving him a little tease like you did the popsicle.
“Fuuuck,” he grunts quietly. “You like when I fuck your throat, baby? Gonna suck me dry with that pretty little mouth of yours?”
You’re playing make-believe just as much. Because at the same time, in your room, you’re a drooling, pathetic mess, riding your wall-mounted toy to oblivion in your bathroom, legs trembling when the thick, veiny piece of silicone slams into the spongy part of your heat, initiating shock-waves all across your body.
“Eddie,” you find yourself blubbering. “EddieEddieEddieEddie…”
You both know it can’t be like this, but that was the mere thrill of it all. And when you both have overcome your peak, just one mere wall apart, the floodgates of guilt outweighs both your arousals the way it comes pouring in.
So, so wrong. But oh, so right.
You’re anticipating…waiting…aching for Eddie to make the next move.
He doesn’t.
“Going to the store again,” Eddie announces. “Hopefully this time they’ll have beef sausage. Need anything?”
Need you, is what you think. But you end up shaking your head, a part of you disappointed that you and Eddie won’t be able to spend some time alone together.
“No,” there’s defeat in your voice.
“Are you sure?” Eddie questions softly.
“Mhm,” you nod.
“Okay,” he gives you a grin, one in the form of a tight-lipped smile. “I’ll be right back. You be good.”
“Ha-ha,” you roll your eyes.
——
Eddie leaves the door of his room open that night. Just a smidge. You end up following the sound of his TV that he’s placed at a low volume, making out that it’s Seinfeld just by Jerry’s voice and the laugh track.
Your heart skips a beat as Eddie laughs along with the show, shaking his head at a stupid joke. But he shifts his focus immediately onto you when he sees you at the doorway.
“Having some alone time tonight?” you ask him.
“Mmm…not by choice,” he responds. “Tuckered your dad out after dinner doing P90X.”
Eddie follows a crazy workout routine. He says that it helps with his stamina, especially when he does crowd work during his stage performances. Your mind can’t help but wonder what else he may be using it for.
You snort. “Yeah. Dad wasn’t what you’d call an athlete in high school.”
Eddie laughs at that too. Both you and him know that.
He then pats the space on his bed beside him. “Wanna come watch with me?”
Your stomach does a series of cartwheels when you process Eddie’s question. You know what’s bound to happen if you follow through. And it seems Eddie knows it too. Even if there wasn’t any sexual tension between you both already, the concept of it all would rub anyone that way.
But you still follow through with it. Just like Eddie knew you would.
“You comfortable?” Eddie asks you, eyeing you endearingly as you squirm around on the bed.
“Yeah,” you breathe.
“Good…” he replies, voice nearly at a strained whisper now.
You two watch the show in silence for a few minutes, exchanging commentary and pleasantries regarding the show every so often. It’s not too long after Eddie pulls a laugh from you that he starts closing up the space between you both, scooting himself closer…and resting his gruff palm over the base of your knee.
You inhale sharply as he does so. And evident by your refusal to pull away, it’s enough of a green light for Eddie to hike up further.
A soft moan escapes your mouth from the back of your flustered throat, but you bite your lip in restraint.
"I'm sorry," you whisper.
"For what?”
You shrug sheepishly as Eddie continues to graze your thigh. Your breathing falters even more.
“Don’t be scared,” Eddie coos.
“I’m not,” you insist.
“Then what’s stopping you from getting on top of me? Hm?”
He’s in between your legs now, the rough material of his denim jeans riding up your sex, teasing your clit with every calculated rub against it.
“And riding my rock hard cock til those pretty legs give out?” Eddie continues. “I see how you’ve been looking at me, doll. It's all over your face how bad you want it.”
“The bed is squeaky,” you answer honestly. “And that headboard is a lost cause.”
Eddie puts the dirty talk on pause, squirming around to assess the guest bed’s squeak factor. When it checks out, he gives you an understanding nod. You giggle.
Eddie wastes no more time. You watch as he grabs one of the pillows on the bed and wedges it between the wall and headboard. He issues you a sly smile.
“Oldest trick in the book.”
You're back to fooling around shortly after, your aching core burning with lust as you pine for him.
“The boys at school ever touch you this good?” Eddie quips rubbing circles around your puffy, needy folds as you hopelessly cling to him out of pleasure.
“No, Eddie.”
“Didn’t think so.”
He continues to tease, gliding his fingers along your slit before slowly inserting two large digits inside of you.
His calculated pumps into your needy pussy are steady, a pace so agonizingly beautiful that it makes you squeal sweet nothings into the crook of his neck.
"Shh, baby," Eddie hushes you. "Your dad's gonna hear us. Gotta be quiet for me, mkay?"
Your hot, messy, and muffled sounds cease as Eddie soothes your quivering lips with his tender ones.
The wet sounds that ricochet and fill the room in tandem is almost enough to send him over. And Eddie is sure to communicate that… with an abrupt curving of his three thick fingers.
Fuck.
Needing him direly now, you tug helplessly at his pants.
“God, Eddie,” you whimper. “Just fuck me already. Please.”
Eddie laughs at the desperation. He hasn’t ravaged you to his fullest extent yet, and you’re already a pooling mess beside him.
“Well since you said please, sweet girl,” Eddie obliges as he starts to undress himself. “Your wish is my command."
You watch Eddie as reaches over into the bedside drawer for a fresh box of condoms. Looks like the sausage links weren't the only things he went to the store for.
“Oh.”
Eddie chuckles at your observation before shrugging. Can you really blame him? You both knew what was coming.
You watch with absolute lust as Eddie slides the piece of rubber over his long, girthy, throbbing cock. He’s bigger than anyone you’ve ever had before, and the snarky, hooded-eye smile as he watches you fawn reveals to you that he knows exactly how to use it.
"On your stomach, babygirl. Will have you all nice and pounded out just like you wanted.”
You situate yourself in prone and spread your legs for Eddie to line himself up against them. He teases his wrapped cock against the entrance of your pussy, and when his soothing countdown is over, your lips part in disposition as you accommodate his ruinous stretch.
A throaty moan spills out of the both of you the moment Eddie snaps his hips in and out of you. Meanwhile, one of his hands lays tauntingly at your stomach, so the prideful man can feel himself wriggling inside you, glazing his shaft with your slick more and more with every pump into your weak cunt.
"Fuck, Eddie... yes..." you mewl. "R-right there, Eddie, please..."
And then it picks up. You can feel Eddie’s hips practically collapse right onto you, his balls slapping against you as he digs further into your body.
"God damn..." the man sighs in disbelief.
He can only beam down at you in awe. You were taking him so good, pussy swallowing him so nice and tight. And when you nestle your ankles between each other to keep him there in prone, the nearly cries out in pleasure, but refrains because he knows your dad is resting — just a thin wall over.
That still doesn’t stop him from going to town though. Practically seeing stars, the broken record of a mouth that belongs to you chants Eddie’s name like it’s all you know. Eddie attempts to keep you contained, offering you his fingers to suck on as he’s railing you dumb.
And when he fucks you through your climax, Eddie continues with his string of lust-filled praises, satisfied at himself that he was able to make you wet enough to soak the mattress.
“Did so good for me, angel,” he praises you as he sucks at your temple. “Always knew you weren’t all that innocent.”
The griddle comes out again on Eddie’s last day. But this time, for a homestyle southern dinner.
You and Eddie were on mashed potatoes and gravy duty at the stove, an ordeal that only opened doors for lots of innuendos on Eddie’s part. Meanwhile, Dad insisted on making the rest, having taken pride in continuing his Mama’s legacy.
“This is amazing, Daddy,” you rave. “I really missed this. Do you mind passing the salt, please?”
And to your horror, you watch as your father and Eddie automatically extend their arms, bumping into one another in the process en route to getting you the salt.
The gentlemen meet each other’s eyes.
“Ohp!” Eddie exclaims, letting out a slight chuckle. “Sorry.”
You try your hardest not to blush. Eddie kicks you from under the table, and softly he oh-so-seductively he mutters,
Nonbinary (she / they) reader x fratboy!Steve x Drugdealer!Eddie
Where Steve was told to take care of you since your brother left, and has been a huge cockblock ever since. So, when Eddie comes along to challenge what it means to “take care” of you, things take an unexpected turn
CW | smut! 18+, 7.3k words, nonbinary reader using she / they pronouns, AFAB, drinking, drug use, modern!college!AU, MMF, gender fluidity, sexual fluidity, light dom!eddie/steve and sub!reader bc it’s me and always lol, “baby” “angel” “sweetheart”, piv, oral f/m , and a little lovey lovey stuff too
AN | I missed writing about my Steddie boys in this way hehe. I hope y'all like I and, as always, comment and rb makes me a happy writer. - Vi
“Chug chug chug chug” the chants are loud as you stare in amazement at the way people can take down alcohol like it’s absolutely nothing. You were never one to handle liquor well, which is why your red cup is filled with water, but no one has to know that.
There’s something about house parties that intrigue you. The frat boys being loud, girls giggling and dancing, kissing and grinding and God knows what drugs floating around the premises. It doesn’t even matter that you’ve all been at this for a few years now, it almost makes it more fun now that you know the crowd and the history that comes with partying in the same circle of University students.
You would’ve never been indoctrinated into this crowd if it wasn’t for Steve.
He’s had your back since you were young. Your older brother, his best friend, Jeremiah made sure of it when he left for the military - a choice you both despised greatly.
Choices are a privilege though, and unless you had good grades for a scholarship like yourself, or rich parents like Steve, college wasn’t always the direct option. Jeremiah was a bit of a burnout in school, taking on the pressure of protecting and taking care of you while forgetting to put himself first. So, the year you were able to move out and go to college, he made Steve swear to look after you in his place.
It was an agreement you were made plenty aware of as Steve consistently made his presence known in your life. He constantly checked in about your grades, making sure you didn’t lose your scholarship, and always made sure you got home safe after these obnoxious parties. Safe, and alone.
That was the annoying part.
It didn’t matter how often you reminded Steve that you were grown now, that you were an adult and smart enough to use protection, he always tried to get in the way of you going home with anyone - especially a guy. He was slightly more lenient with girls, not having the fear of pregnancy halt your education, but he still gave you and them a hard time.
And it’s only gotten worse this year.
Your landlord randomly decided to increase your rent with only a 30 day notice, and it was much more than your scholarship and bookstore job allotted for. Thus, Steve took you into the frat house.
It wasn’t as bad as it may seem. Steve was head of the house and everyone knew you were off limits. It felt like you were living with brothers again…
Your constantly fluctuating gender identity also made for fun conversations with the seemingly heteronormative boys of the house. You had explained many times that you don’t care what pronouns or gender they see you as, and it really confused them when they were attracted to someone they would call “little bro” but had tits.
It was fun.
Steve was defensive and supportive of your exploration. In fact, it made him proud to watch you pull girls almost as well as he could.
Almost.
He’d never admit it, but you were Steve’s sexual awakening in terms of fluidity. He’d always found you attractive, as much as it plagued him, because he knew you were Jeremiah’s little sibling and there was no fucking way he could cross that line.
But as time has passed, the line has gotten more and more blurry.
Every single time he saw you flirting with someone his blood turned hot. Girls, guys, whoever, he had to get in the middle of it. Literally. Sometimes he wished you’d invite him to get in the middle of it.
Fuck.
That time he heard you and that stupid fuckboy down the hall moaning and groaning he lost it. He was supposed to be writing an essay and instead ended up with his dick in his hand picturing you with your mouth around him under the desk.
When he saw the idiot downstairs later he told him if he ever sees him around the house again he’ll knock his teeth out.
And when you asked where he went, Steve told you to stay away from guys like that. When you rolled your eyes and said “Okay Dad,”, he almost bent you over and spanked you right there.
But that would be wrong.
Right?
Anyone with eyes knows that Steve is attractive. It’s no secret why he hailed the title of King. You’ve long ignored the desire every time he walks through the house shirtless, his hair all messed up, his basketball shorts hanging low as he drinks his morning coffee. You’ve also ignored the overperformative whines and moans of the sorority girls he brings back to his room after a night of chaos. You’ve second-guessed if he’s that good or if the girls are just doing the most, but your suspicions are wrong because they always seem to want to come back for more.
It was a dance you both played at constantly on nights like this. Steve would watch you grind with someone as you watched him throw an arm around a girl’s shoulder and whisper shit into her ear.
Tonight, though, you were annoyed. Steve looked too fucking good and it pissed you off that he had the audacity to look your way while his arm was around someone else.
You were on a mission to be an absolute demon. You couldn’t help it - Steve just awakens that in you.
So, as he watched you sip your drink, you purposely spilled some down your front, your white shirt doing nothing to prevent your nipples from peaking out. Braless, of course.
You see the way his eyes dilate and you smirk, turning to the tall boy next to you. “Aw, fuck,” you whine in fake discontent.
“Can you get me a paper towel or something?” You ask the boy next to you, batting your eyelashes as you make eye contact with him.
Your heart skips slightly as you look up at him. He has long curly hair, and the most devious smirk on his face that you’ve ever seen.
He chuckles. “I doubt there’s a paper towel in sight around here sweetheart. Do you want my shirt instead to cover up?”
You falter. You didn’t expect him to be so attractive. Your eyebrows furrow as you scan his face. Eyebrow pierced, tattoos littering his arms, a joint behind one ear and a cigarette behind the other - you recognize him.
“You look so familiar,” you murmur.
He smiles and sticks his hands in his pockets. “I’ve definitely sold you drugs before,” he says.
You laugh. “Eddie! Oh my God yes - hi,” you laugh, embarrassed you didn’t recognize him immediately. Has he always been this attractive?
“Hi,” he laughs back, then he takes your hand. “C‘mon let’s go get you cleaned up.”
You let him pull you toward the stairs as you look over your shoulder at Steve, his eyes narrowing in on you. Your cheeks heat up as Eddie pulls you upstairs and down a hallway crowded with people.
He easily navigates the crowd, his grip on you strong as you admire the tattoos that climb up his neck, barely showing above his collar, visible only where his hair isn’t covering from being in a bun.
He opens a door at the left end of the hall and pulls you in quickly, locking the door behind you.
It’s quieter here, but not by much, the bass can be heard through the walls. Eddie immediately makes his way to a dresser, small figurines of some sort and books littered on top that shake as he hurriedly pulls open the top drawer and grabs a shirt.
“Do you have a preference for a Black Sabbath or…a Run DMC shirt?” He laughs, holding up two giant black shirts in front of him.
You look around and spot the half made bed, an electric and acoustic guitar in the corner with a bass and speaker. A small desk with records of all sorts littered next to an old record player, some posters you don’t recognize on the wall by the small blue light next to it. And, of course, a giant bong.
“Wait, this is your room?” You ask the obvious. “I didn’t think you’d be in a frat.”
Eddie rolls his eyes. “I’m not - they let me stay here in exchange for drugs,” he explains. “Now put on a shirt,” he says, throwing one of the shirts at you.
You stare at him incredulously, surprised he’s not trying to hit on you literally at all. Honestly, you’re offended.
He’s hot. Like really hot. And you’re in his room, tits poking through your shirt, and rather than hit on you he’s…making you cover up? You make a split decision as Eddie’s eyes stay on you, quickly ripping off your shirt, exposing yourself in front of him.
“Jesus fucking -“ he huffs, turning eyes up toward the ceiling.
“What?” You laugh, slowly putting his shirt on over your head. “You told me to put on your shirt,” you challenge.
His tongue pokes the side of his cheek as he crosses his arms. His eyes roam you up and down. His shirt is way too big, falling past your shorts and landing just above your knees.
You stare back at him, unwavering.
“You’re trouble,” he says, shaking his head.
You raise an eyebrow at him. “You’re the one who brought me up here,” you retort, then decide to lock your place in and sit on the side of his bed.
He keeps his distance.
You’re confused. “Do you not want to…mess around some?” You ask, starting to actually feel hurt by his rejection. He groans and takes a few steps toward you, slotting himself between your legs. You look up at him wide-eyed, tummy churning as he looks down at you with dark eyes.
“I can’t,” he mutters, his hand coming to touch the side of your face gently.
Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Why? Do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend or something? I’m sorry I didn’t -“ you start to feel embarrassed, taking his kindness for some sort of innuendo and begin to get off the bed.
But he stops you, his hand finding your shoulder and gently keeping you in your place in the bed.
“No no not like that,” he chuckles nervously.
You pout. “Then why?”
He pets your head. You can see the turmoil he’s fighting in his eyes. He sighs and takes a step back, making you whine. “I promised Harrington I wouldn’t when I found out you were his girl,” he admits.
Your mouth falls open in shock. “His girl???” You laugh incredulously. Of course Steve would still find his way to cockblock you without even being in the room.
You stand up quickly, your blood boiling. “I’m not ‘his girl’,” you declare.
Eddie tries to recover. “Well not ‘his girl’ but you know what I mean,” he replies. You cross your arms over your chest. “No Eddie, I don’t know what you mean. Please enlighten me on what the fuck that could possibly mean.”
There’s a loud banging on the door.
You and Eddie both look toward the door, your heart hammering out of your chest.
“Munson open this fucking door right now I swear to God,” Steve’s voice booms through the barrier.
You’re seething. Absolutely seething. Not only has he tried to stop Eddie from pursuing you, he has the audacity to follow you upstairs???
Eddie groans, his hands running down his face as he faces the door. The door shakes as Steve angrily pounds on it, but you’re not giving in that easily.
You start fake moaning, staring directly at Eddie. “Ungh yeah Eddie, harder Eddie!” You moan loudly, a devilish glint in your eyes as his face glows bright red.
Eddie runs to you, throwing his hand over your mouth. “Shut the fuck up,” he hushes you, and you giggle, trying to moan through his hand, while also trying not to get turned on by the harsh way he grabs you.
”You’re fucking dead Munson,” Steve yells.
“Steve it’s not-“ Eddie tries to cover, but you keep moaning.
“Then open the FUCKING DOOR,” Steve yells so loudly that you actually get scared for a second. You’ve never heard him yell like that. You freeze in your place as Eddie glares at you and walks to open the door.
Steve bursts in and stares at you, his gaze hot. He eyes you up and down. His blood boils seeing you wear Eddie’s shirt.
“We’re leaving. Now,” Steve commands.
You glare at him and shake your head.
Steve shoots his eyes back at Eddie who slowly shuts the door and locks it again, afraid of anyone else trying to burst in to whatever the fuck is happening. “Did you touch her?” Steve growls at Eddie.
“I swear I was just getting her a shirt,” Eddie explains.
“And instead of getting me and telling me to take them home you bring them UP TO YOUR ROOM?” Steve shouts.
But Eddie’s not having it. “You’re not their fucking keeper,” Eddie spits back.
Steve gets in Eddie’s face. “You don’t know shit about what I am to her,” Steve says, his nose nearly touching Eddie’s.
Adrenaline rushes through you as you know someone is about to throw a punch. You’ve seen Steve fight before but you don’t doubt that Eddie is much scrappier than he is. And there's absolutely no reason they should be fighting over you.
You don’t realize that they have had this conversation in depth before. The first time Eddie sold drugs to you and Steve he was going to hit on you, but Steve made it clear afterwards that you were off limits. Despite every time he ended up at the frat house, hoping he could get a chance with you, Steve’s threats rang clear, and Eddie had too much to lose to get into another pointless fight. But that all starts to dissipate the closer Steve pushes his limits.
“Or maybe I’m my own fucking person,” you say from behind them.
Their heads immediately swivel toward you, both of their stares hot.
“Maybe I wanted Eddie to take me to his room - maybe I wanted him to take care of me,” you challenge.
”Take care of you?” Steve scoffs. “I take care of you.”
You bite your lip as silence fills the space between you three.
Eddie steps toward you, a smirk painting his pink lips as he understands what you meant by your statement. “No Steve,” he says lowly.
”You don’t really take care of them,” Eddie says, his teeth between his lips as he comes to stand in front of you, his height making your head tilt back as your breath gets caught in your throat. Steve’s jaw clenches.
Eddie’s hand finds your jaw, holding your face as your big eyes look up at him, but his attention goes to Steve. “You could, but you don’t,” Eddie challenges.
Steve is silenced as he watches you fall under Eddie’s spell, realizing exactly what he means.
“Isn’t that right angel? Harrington could take care of you but he doesn’t, and then he gets mad when someone like me wants to do it instead,” Eddie murmurs. You take your bottom lip between your teeth, holding back a whine. Your heart rate picks up rapidly and you nod your head at Eddie, the truth never being more apparent. You hate how Steve always finds a way to get in the middle of you and someone else, but then doesn’t do anything to stop the ache in between your legs himself.
Eddie leans down to your ear and whispers, “Tell him angel. Tell him that you want him to take care of you and he doesn’t.”
You turn your head to look at Steve, Eddie’s hand still cupping your cheek. “It’s true Stevie,” you murmur, your voice soft under the intensity.
Steve steps toward you, his face hot as he takes in what you’re saying. Eddie guides you to sit back on his bed. Steve hurriedly sits next to you on the bed while Eddie stays standing.
“I -“ Steve stutters, his body facing you as he scans your face. “I can’t do that, you know that,” he argues, but his voice is weak and the way his body leans toward you tells you something else.
”Then let Eddie,” you counter.
The curly haired boy chuckles as Steve’s hand curls into a fist on his jeans. “That’s not that I meant baby you know that,” Steve argues. He never calls you “baby”. He’s only done it a handful of times when he’s drunk. You realize the term of endearment may actually show his weakness for you.
“Why Harrington?” Eddie challenges. “Think I can’t do a good job? Because I think you and I both know that’s not true-”
“Eddie - don’t” Steve threatens
”What do you mean?” You ask, suddenly even more confused than before.
Eddie smirks as he stands tall in front of both you and Steve. “You gonna tell her or do you want me to, big boy?”
Your eyes go wide as you look between the two of them. Steve’s jaw clenches as Eddie smirks down at him like a physical embodiment of the devil himself.
“You guys have…?” You ask, surprise and excitement lacing your voice. You didn’t think Eddie could smile any wider, but his ego just keeps it going.
“Mmhhmm,” Eddie mumbles. “Many times,” he confirms.
You look at Steve in shock and hit him on the shoulder. “Why did you never tell me??” You ask as he groans.
“It’s not really your business who I’m fucking,” he argues.
“But apparently it’s your business who IM fucking???” You yell back.
“He’s just jealous because he knows what you’d be getting into,” Eddie laughs.
“This is so not fair,” you say angrily. Not only are you mad that Steve never told you he was bisexual, or heteroflexible or whatever he identifies as, but you’re honestly really fucking turned on by the idea of Eddie and him fucking.
More than once.
Holy shit.
Your face gets hot.
“If anything, Steve, you should trust me more with them because you know from experience that it’ll be good,” Eddie shrugs, his sly smile not leaving his face.
You’re definitely soaking your panties at this point.
“I’m not concerned if it’ll be good you dumbass,” Steve says, shoving Eddie slightly. “I don’t want you to hurt her,” he admits. Your heart swells at his level of protection and care - as annoying as it is, you’ve always appreciated how much he cares about you.
Your pussy, on the other hand, now desperately wants to know just how good Eddie could be.
“I can take it Steve,” you mumble petulantly, your gaze on your lap.
“What was that angel?” Eddie taunts you, his finger coming under your chin to lift your gaze up.
“I said I can take it,” you sigh. “I’m not some delicate flower or a virgin or something.” Your fingers twiddle with one another, feeling more and more shy under the gaze of the two attractive men in front of you.
“You are to me” Steve admits, his brown eyes soft as he looks at you. He’s always seen you as someone he has to protect and care for, whether Jeremiah told him to or not, he was always going to look out for you. He was always going to protect you from guys like himself - and Eddie.
And then you have an idea. Maybe it’s insane - but this whole situation is already insane so before you can think too much about it you decide to just blurt it out.
“What if you watch?” You say quickly, so quickly your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest and fall onto the floor in front of you.
Both boys still.
Eddie’s eyebrows raise.
“What?” Steve asks, stunned by your suggestion.
“I mean,” you stutter. “If you’re so worried about me getting hurt or whatever, and you’ve obviously already been with Eddie so you’ve seen him naked and everything. What if you were here…while it happened?”
Eddie tries to hide his chuckle and Steve shoots him a glare of death. Steve stands up from the bed and keeps his back to you, obviously struggling with your proposed plan.
When silence falls for too long Eddie breaks in, a hand coming to Steve’s shoulder. “You know I’ll take care of her, Harrington,” he reassures him.
Your legs rub together and both boys look at you as a small whine escapes past your lips. This is getting too unbearable, either someone needs to touch you or you need to leave and spend some very important alone time with yourself.
“Look how bad she needs it,” Eddie says to Steve, talking as if you can’t hear.
Steve stares at you. He’s only seen you like this a handful of times, like when sex scenes come on in movies when you’re together, or he sees you flirting with someone else, and he’s always had to excuse himself.
But not this time.
“Desperate for it huh?” Steve asks, his eyes not leaving your body.
You and Eddie both nod. “It would be really mean of you to not let me take care of that for her,” Eddie taunts, making his way to stand just mere steps in front of you. He reaches his hand out and you grab it, pulling so he steps another step forward.
You both look at Steve with pleading eyes.
“Please Stevie,” you beg, your voice barely above a whisper, dripping with need almost as much as your pussy drips with arousal.
And Steve can fucking sense it. Fuck, he can practically taste it with how your needy voice sounds.
“Okay,” he says through gritted teeth.
Your eyes light up as you look up at Eddie, a cheshire smile on his perfect face. Eddie immediately moves to stand in front of you, his crotch in front of your face as he holds your sweet face in his big hands.
“Don’t make me regret this,” Steve sighs, sitting on the desk chair in the corner of the room as his eyes stay transfixed to the sight in front of him.
“Never,” Eddie chuckles, his eyes not leaving yours. You try to move your head up slightly, desperate to kiss those pink lips he’s been licking this whole time.
“Aw,” Eddie teases. “Does somebody want a kiss?”
You whine. “Munson,” Steve warns.
Eddie ignores him. “Say please,” Eddie instructs, his voice teasing.
“Please,” you whisper and, before you have time to comprehend it, Eddie’s connecting his lips with yours, an immediate moan escaping your throat. Eddie’s hands guide your face to move with him, his tongue expertly swiping across your lips before gently finding your own tongue. Your hands reach up to grab Eddie’s wrists, desperate for more contact.
You barely hear it a few feet from you as you continue making out - “Fuck,” Steve exhales.
Eddie chuckles as his hand slips to your throat, grabbing it firmly as you continue to lose yourself in his perfect kissing. He easily pushes you down on the bed, disconnecting your lips much to your dismay.
Eddie slowly sinks to his knees in between your legs. You feel like you must be about to hyperventilate with the way your chest is rising and falling so rapidly. It doesn’t help that just over Eddie’s shoulder you see Steve, seated with his legs wide apart, his mouth gnawing on his fist as his blown out eyes stare at you and Eddie in front of him.
Eddie starts kissing up your bare legs slowly, bringing your attention back to the man in between your legs. He kisses higher and higher, goosebumps raising on your legs as he gets closer to your aching cunt. You instinctively start to lose your legs, but his hands immediately hold them open as he shakes his head.
“I’ve been dying to taste your cunt,” Eddie murmurs against your thighs, making you shiver.
You hear a grunt behind him. “Goddamit Ed,” Steve huffs, his hand palming himself through his jeans, making your head spin at the sight.
“It’s true,” Eddie quips. His hand comes up to your little shorts, his finger pressing right on your clothed center. “Can I take these off angel?” Eddie asks.
“Please,” you whine, your own resolve gone as you long for relief.
Eddie smirks and quickly pulls the little shorts down, smiling at your glistening pussy in front of him. “So pretty,” he mutters before landing a kiss directly onto your clit, immediately making you gasp.
Eddie hums, slowly licking a stripe up your pussy, making your eyes roll back and your head fall onto the bed with a thump. Eddie doesn’t rush, and it’s bliss - the way his tongue circles your clit with just enough pressure to drive you crazy. He circles, then licks, then sucks. Circles, licks, sucks, over and over as you mewl above him, your back arching as obscene sounds flow past your lips.
“Does it feel good baby?” Steve asks, his voice laced both with lust and genuine curiosity. He’s worried about his girl.
You gasp as Eddie hits that one spot again and again. “S-so fucking good oh my god,” you moan, your hips bucking to meet Eddie’s pace as you feel an orgasm start to build low in your tummy.
Small groans come from across the room to accompany your moans and Eddie’s wet slurping. It’s a mess, a heavenly mess. “You’re getting close huh baby? I can tell - fuck you look so fucking sexy,” Steve groans.
You can’t see him at this point but just the sound of his voice gets you closer . That mixed with Eddie’s unholy ability to find and hit that sensitive spot over and over and over, you feel like your senses are tingling all over.
“Eddie please don’t stop please,” you beg. He, of course, had no intention to, but your hands in his hair just confirm the exact spot he needs to continue adding pressure to get you to over the edge.
“Don’t fucking stop Ed, make her cum,” Steve demands and Eddie groans into your cunt. The vibration mixed with the dominance in Steve’s voice sends you over the edge. The ball in your stomach comes undone, exploding with the best electricity all up your spine, your back arching off the bed.
You spew a mix of profanities and praise as you ride out your high, your body floating as Eddie slowly comes away from your cunt.
You didn’t even realize your eyes had been closed until you open them because you feel a hand petting your head. “Did so so good baby - fuck,” Steve says from beside you. You look up at him, absolutely blissed out, no thoughts in your head other than how gorgeous he looks beside you.
“Thank you,” you mutter - though to who you’re not sure.
Steve smiles and kisses the top of your head. “Thank Eddie baby, not me,” Steve says, nodding toward the boy wiping his mouth with his own shirt, a wicked grin on his face.
“Thank you Eddie,” you repeat.
Eddie crawls above you on the bed, forcing you and Steve to inch backwards to accommodate for his body. “Anytime, beautiful,” the tattooed boy smiles.
You stare up at him in disbelief - how is he so good with his mouth?
“Wanna taste pretty boy?” Eddie asks, his head turning to Steve’s next to you.
Your eyes widen in shock, but before you can process it, Eddie’s mouth is on Steve’s, the two of them groaning as they taste both you and each other. Watching the boys kiss is both erotic and primal. Their biceps flexing, hard jaws moving quickly as if they can’t get enough of one another. It’s better than you could have ever imagined.
Eddie breaks the kiss, panting as he takes Steve’s jaw in his hand and points his face toward you. He looks beyond perfect, swollen lips and messy hair, his shirt out of place.
But neither of you move as you hold eye contact - it’s too intense, a line you never thought you would be able to cross with him.
“Kiss her, Steve,” Eddie whispers in the other boy’s ear.
Steve starts to lean closer to you as Eddie sits back on his knees, giving you two space.
You’ve never been so close to STeve in your life. You’re practically exchanging breaths, chests touching as he leans toward you.
His hand comes to the side of your face, so gently you can barely feel it.
“Are you sure baby?” he asks.
Your heart melts - you’ve never been more sure of something in your life. “Kiss me Stevie,” you smile, and pull his lips in to meet yours.
It’s better than you could’ve imagined. You taste him and Eddie, and maybe a little bit of yourself as his tongue slides into your mouth. He’s so gentle it’s surprising. There’s no rough force, no intense grabbing, just kissing and holding as if you’re glass he doesn’t want to break.
The kiss only breaks because you gasp as you feel Eddie’s fingers dancing up your thighs again, only to press one digit slowly into your soaked entrance. He curls the tip of it skillfully, making you whine into Steve’s mouth, your grip on his hair tightening. Steve can’t help but look at the way your eyebrows knit together.
“Can you take another sweetheart?” Eddie asks from between your legs, looking at your pussy like it’s art.
Your breath is shaking. “She can take more, I know she can - she’s a good girl, aren’t you baby?” Steve talks you through as Eddie adds another large finger into you, stretching you out as he starts to pump his fingers in and out of you.
You lose yourself completely, your eyes struggling to stay open as Eddie hits that spot inside of you over nand over. “H-holy fuck,” you gasp, your eyes screwing shut.
Steve immediately grabs your face, holding the back of your head up so you don’t throw it backwards. “Uh uh, no baby, eyes on me or Eddie,” Steve demands. You do your best to relax into his hold, one of his hands holding your head while the other finds it’s way under your shirt to grab at your tits.
“So fucking wet,” Eddie grunts as he continues his rhythm, laying gentle kisses on your clit as he continues.
“Please can i - can,” you stutter, eyes meeting Steve’s.
“What baby, can you what?” Steve half taunts, making you use words that are escaping you completely.
You reach your hand toward Steve’s clothed bulge, pressing against it to elicit a small groan from him. But he immediately grabs your wrist to stop you. “Ask for what you want,” he instructs and you groan.
Then Eddie stops his movements in your pussy. “WHat?WHat no,” you plead at the loss of sensation.
“Follow instructions and you get what you want,” Eddie teases.
You groan again and whimper, struggling to find the words you need to touch Steve while also being so close to cumming again already. Eddie begins to move away from your legs, making you squirm.
“Ccan I please touch you Steve please,” you beg.
Eddie immediately sinks back between your legs and pushes his fingers back inside of you as Steve smiles.
“Of course honey, see that wasn’t so hard,” Steve mocks you. He takes off his shirt and discards of it somewhere in a corner of the room, then his jeans are quick to follow, leaving him bare to you.
Your mouth gapes at the sight of him. “Now you know why they call him King Steve,” Eddie laughs at your expression.
And it’s true. He’s huge.
And thick.
Steve rolls his eyes, but guides your hand to wrap around his cock, your fingers not full enclosing around the girth. The simplest touch makes Steve throw his head back as he stays on his knees by your head, your smaller hand taking over stroking him.
Eddie continues his work on your cunt, and every time he kisses your clit while pumping in and out of you, you get closer to the edge again.
That mixed with the sight of Steve’s dick mere inches from your face has you absolutely wrecked.
You open your mouth, panting like a dog wanting to taste Steve. He chuckles above you and slowly guides his pink tip past your lips, immediately groaning as you lick and suck on it while our hand holds the rest of him.
Eddie adds in to the moans between your legs as he strokes his own dick at the sight in front of him. Quite literally the two hottest people he’s ever seen at each other’s disposal. It’s incredible and he wants it every fucking day.
You continue like this as best as you can, but it doesnt last long because Eddie is just too fucking good at what he’s doing. You pull off of Steve to whine.
“Eddie I’m - I’m close again oh fuck,” you groan.
Eddie just hums in response, but Steve’s hand comes to your throat. “Did I say to stop?” Steve asks, his eyes dark as he guides his cock back into your mouth.
You whine around the girth, your orgasm building as Steve starts to slowly thrust in and out of your mouth, spit pooling down the side of your face. “You wanted my cock so you get it, you understand?” Steve asks.
You mumble a gargled “mmhmhm” as you get closer to the edge.
“You’re gonna cum with my cock in your throat like my good little whore,” Steve instructs, and that does it.
Immediately your second orgasm floods you, a wave of pleasure overriding your system as you keep your mouth open for Steve to fuck. He’s gentle, aware of your state, and has to refrain from cumming himself at the sight of your eyes in the back of your head with his cock in your mouth.
“Come here,” you hear Eddie say, and in your blissed out state you see Steve move so Eddie has his cock in his mouth. It’s so beautiful.
Steve is not nearly as gentle with Eddie as he was with you, he has the other boy’s hair in his fist, tugging as he guides his head roughly up and down the length of his cock.
“Good fucking boy,” Steve grunts and it makes your pussy continue throbbing. Eddie gags and Steve pulls him up by his hair, bringing their mouths to meet once again.
You quickly remove your shirt as you watch Eddie stroke Steve’s dick, their tongues battling in a mirage of moans and grunts.
“Eddie you have too many clothes on,” you complain.
It makes them both chuckle.
“You heard the little one, take your clothes off,” Steve laughs, already undoing Eddie’s belt for him. It only takes a few seconds before Eddie’s dick springs free - also big and thick and looking like it’s absolutely aching.
You crawl toward the two boys, eyes wide as you eye both of their throbbing lengths, leaking with pre-cum. You gently touch their shoulders, bringing their attention to you as Steve buries his face in your neck, kissing and biting.
Eddie smashes his lips with your own and you revel in the contrast between his roughness and Steve’s softness with you.
“I want-wanna taste you Eddie,” you breathe between kisses.
Eddie smiles and gives you another quick peck on the lips before moving so he’s off the bed, standing so his cock hits his stomach. You turn to Steve, looking for approval you didn’t realize you needed.
“Get on all fours baby,” Steve instructs.
You nod, getting on your elbows facing Eddie, his cock in front of your face, as Steve positions himself behind you.
Something in the air shifts as Steve moves behind you. You can feel his eyes staring at your pussy as it’s presented to him, your back arched, our ass in the air just begging for him to spank it.
“Go ‘head and taste Eddie,” Steve says, making you face the boy in front of you again.
Eddie looks down at you, his hand coming under your chin. “Open your mouth,” Eddie says, and you do so, sticking your tongue out so it’s barely touching the tip of his cock. Then, he leans over and spits, his saliva landing on your tongue and his cock. You smile with your tongue out, happy to be free to be absolutely fucking filthy.
You slowly take Eddie’s cock, now coated in both of your spit, into your mouth, and moan at the taste.
“Fuuuck yes,” Eddie groans, his hand gripping your hair tightly.
Steve’s been watching, stroking himself as he eyes your drippy pussy, just begging to be stretched. You feel him poking at your entrance and your heart pounds, waiting in anticipation.
“Wait,” Steve says, stopping both you and Eddie.
“You okay?” Eddie asks the other boy, concern laced in his features. Steve’s hands find your hips as he slightly leans over your back, his cock pressing against you from the back. “I’m okay,” he responds.
“I just,” he starts, hesitating.
Your mind floods with worry. Is he regretting this?
“I want to see your face when I fill you up baby,” Steve admits.
If you weren’t blushing before, you are now. You smile and nod, leaning up to give Steve a quick kiss to the lips.
“Loverboy Steve,” Eddie teases.
“You’ll get a good view too Munson,” Steve responds, giving your ass a playful slap.
You giggle at the idiots you’re in between. “On your back baby,” Steve instructs, flipping you so your head was almost hanging off the bed near Eddie now, your hips aligned with Steves.
“God your tits are perfect,” Eddie says his hands immediately grabbing at them and pinching your nipples.
You giggle again, giddy with all of the attention you’re getting, but your breathing immediately shortens as you feel Steve prod at your entrance. Eddie moves so he’s to the side of your head, one of his hands on your tits while the other guides your hand to stroke him.
“You ready baby?” Steve asks, his brown eyes set on yours as he lines himself up with your entrance.
Your heart races. All those times you’ve envied the girls Steve has been with, all those times you’ve tried to make him jealous, get his attention - and now you have it all.
“I’m ready Stevie,” you smile. A smile lights up his face as well as he begins to push himself inside of you, making your face immediately twist as you adjust to his size.
You whine as your breathing picks up, his hands tight on your hips, his own eyebrows knitting together in concern. “I know baby I know,” he grunts, obviously holding himself back from pounding into you right away.
“So big,” you whine.
“You can take it angel,” Eddie coos from next to you, his brown eyes transfixed on you both.
You gasp as he inches in further. “Breathe baby,” Steve encourages. “Feel so fuckin’ good -fuck,” he grunts, filling you to the hilt. You both groan at the feeling, him being fully inside of you, so deep and thick and perfect.
He leans down to kiss your forehead and cheek before coming back up and starting to move his hips against yours. Your moans start to fill the room loudly as he handles your body expertly. Eddie palms your tits, adding to the sensation.
“This cunt was made for me I swear,” Steve curses, his pace quickening as you whine. “C’mere,” he grunts, pulling Eddie’s face to his own, smashing their lips together as you become a moaning mess beneath them.
“Baby can you take Eddie in your mouth? Can you do that for me sweet thing?” Steve asks, his thrusts puncturing his words.
“Yes, yes yes want Eddie,” you whine. Eddie doesn’t hesitate, immediately moving so he can hold your head as you bounce on Steve’s cock and therefore Eddie’s cock down your throat.
You love it. You absolutely love feeling filled on both ends - the groans of the two men above you mixed with your own garbled moans and groans.
You feel Steve start to pick up his pace, landing a slap to your thigh that makes you squeak but keep Eddie in your mouth. “Perfect perfect perfect,” Steve mutters, almost incoherently as he gets closer to his edge.
“You look fucking perfect taking cock, you know that angel? All fuck- all filled up by us,” Eddie adds.
They’re both just talking nonsense, words flowing in and out of your ears as you’re all overtaken with bliss.
“Our girl huh?” Eddie grunts.
“No one else ever gets to touch you like this” Steve adds, his thrusts getting sloppy.
“Oh God,” Steve grunts, his eyes screwing shut.
“You close big boy?” Eddie asks, sweat beading down his own forehead. “Fuck - fuck you’re gonna make me cum looking like that,” Eddie admits.
You whine, wanting to taste it, and it sends Eddie over the edge. He attempts to pull out of your mouth, but you keep it open, getting hot spurts of cum in your mouth and on your throat and tits, a perfect fucking picture that leaves Eddie gasping, and Steve absolutely reeling from the sight.
You can barely comprehend Steve’s words as you take in the mess Eddie made of you. “Where do you want it baby?” Steve asks.
“Fill me up Steve,” you reply without thinking.
You don’t even hesitate, of course you want his cum in you, claiming you. “Wanna feel you cum in me please,” you whine.
Steve groans, his thrusts choppy as he falls over you, his face burying in your shoulder as he bites down, definitely leaving a mark that you dont mind. “Gonna fill you up baby, make you mine,” he grunts into your ear.
And then you feel him spill inside you, his groans like music to your ears as his hips falter. He breathes heavy, his weight collapsing on you fully, not even caring about Eddie’s mess as he comes down from his high.
You both lay like that for a minute, catching your breath as you take in what the fuck just happened.
Your hand finds Steve’s hair, rubbing gently as he separates himself from you and kisses your lips softly.
“Here babe,” Eddie says from the dresser, throwing a shirt Steve’s way to wipe you both up. Steve chuckles as he wipes Eddie’s spend off of you both, mixed with sweat as well. “Christ,” Steve sighs.
“Are you okay?” he asks you, all concern flooding his eyes as he looks down at the girl he loves.
Loves.
He loves you. He always has. But this just made it even more obvious.
“I’m fucking great,” you laugh in your loopy haze.
Both boys laugh with you as Steve pulls out, making you wince from the loss. “I know I know,” he says, pulling you to lay on his chest. “Eds get over here,” he says over you.
Your eyes can barely stay open, but you feel the weight of the other boy come lay behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle and nuzzling his face into your back. You twist to kiss Eddie’s head before turning back to Steve and kissing him quickly on his swollen lips.
A serene silence falls between the three of you, only interrupted by the continued buzzing of the long forgotten party downstairs.
“Can we stay here tonight Ed?” Steve asks over you.
Eddie smiles. “You two pretty people can stay in my bed forever,” he replies.
You giggle. “I actually wouldn’t mind that,” you smile.
“We do need to shower eventually,” Steve quips, always the realist.
“After round two,” Eddie mumbles into your back.
“Or three, or four,” Steve adds.
You blush and hide your face into Steve’s chest. You don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into, but you don’t think you mind at all.
Take It Out On Me: Steve's Reconciliation (Steddie X Plus Size Y/N)
A/N: Ive been thinking about this alot especially when I reread this series about how Eddie and Y/N got to be reunited with their parents after everything but Steve never did. I wanted that for him and to see how that would affect this version of him. Definitely Angsty Angsty :) But happy ending for sure.
Charity today is kinda like the one Steve and Robin created, Thrive Youth Center Inc. They help support homeless LGBTQIA+ youth and teens.
Warnings: Dom Steddie (Daddy Steve/Master Sir Eddie) & Sub Fem Plus Size Y/N, SMUT, daddy & master kink (obvs), roleplay if you squint, handcuffs and spreader bar ;), Stop light system Yellow, overstimulation, oral (m & f receiving), fingering (f receiving ) ,light spanking, light choking, dirty talk, p in v, safe word used near the beginning (Y/N isn't properly lubricated), aftercare always.
ANGST, Steve hears from his parents, gets a bit short with Y/N and Eddie, lashes out verbally, hurts Y/N feelings (promptly recreates it), Safe word is used and Steve does stop but Eddie still intervenes. Mentions of things from previous chapters (the mall fire, Steve's dad calling Y/N a whore, etc), The Harringtons do come by for dinner and talk with their son.
I think that's it!
Word Count: 8610
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Something was off.
Steve had been steadily becoming grumpier since the new year and for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out why.
It started small with a tight jaw here or heavy breath there before progressing to disassociating during dinner or time with the kids.
“Hey dada, do you want to play a game with me after we eat?”, your son asked, beaming Steve’s way with his signature smile.
You and Eddie exchanged a look as the man’s eyes penetrated through the plate in front of him where he had been casually moving food around with his fork.
“Steve?”
“Huh?”
“Ozzy asked if you wanted to play a video game after dinner.”, you reiterated softly, your worried irises taking him in.
“Oh, yeah, sure, buddy. I’m sorry. Aunt Robin and I have been CRAZY busy.” At the word, he made a funny face making his son giggle and you smile.
When you asked Robin about how things had been the next day, she told you things had actually been calm lately.
As the weeks progressed, you noticed him becoming more agitated at little things especially with you and Eddie.
“Fuck, where is my…fucking…Y/N! Have you seen my red polo with the logo? I need it for work.”
“Um, no, do you remember where you had it last?”
“If I did, I wouldn’t be fucking asking you now would I?”, he growled, stomping into the bedroom to dig through the dresser before his eyes catch it in the hamper nearby. “What? Why is it in the laundry? It was just cleaned.”
“Molly or Ozzy probably wore it while you two were working. They do that with your shirts sometimes when you’re away and they miss you—”
Where the metalhead smiled from his spot on the bed, the other man huffed.
“Jesus Christ. What am I supposed to do now? I need this for work, Y/N!”
“Because you can’t wear another fucking shirt.”, Eddie sassed while coming to your aid when he noticed you shrinking slightly into yourself. When you first met him, Steve could be short and defensive but this was new behavior for you to witness.
“Ok, let’s see how you feel when you have a fucking interview for Entertainment Tonight and the clothes you need aren’t fucking available!”
“Are you fucking kidding me, Harrington?”, the other boy growled, rising to his feet to place himself between you both and digging through the basket to produce the item of clothing. “If it’s that much of a fucking big deal, here. Put it in the fucking washer and save us all the headache, princess!”
Steve’s chest rumbled in anger as he snatched the shirt from his grasp and exited the bedroom.
“What was that, Eddie?”, you ask, pressing your face into his chest when he pulls you into his arms.
“I don’t know but I don’t like it. He kinda sounded like—”
“Don’t. Don’t go there.”, you interrupt and he allows it, kissing the top of your head.
Today when he got home from work, he seemed relatively calm, sitting on the floor with Molly while he helped her with a project for school and Ozzy sat beside Eddie watching him with fascination as he strummed his guitar.
“And what class is this for again?”, Steve asked with a smile as he browsed through some photos you had brought down and laid out for them to use.
“History. It’s supposed to be a big one for the final grade; OUR family history.”, she grins. “Mine’s going to be way better than anyone else since I have so much family.”
Her father beams, taking her head in his big hand and bringing it to his lips to kiss her forehead as she giggled.
“I have you, dad, and mom up here with us below.”, she points as she explains. “Then I have Grandma Munson and Grandpa Wayne here and then Grandma and Grandpa Y/L/N over here.”
As she started naming off other family members and pointing at different photos, you noticed Steve begin to disassociate again and your heart breaks.
Your daughter realizes it a little too late, pausing as she takes in his hardened features before reaching for one of the photos on the floor.
“I’m thinking of using this one of you and Aunt Robin.”
The former jocks eyes flick towards the photo of him and his best friend in their Scoops Ahoy uniforms as a smooth chuckle leaves his throat.
“God, I hated that uniform. Your mother loved it though. Said I looked cute.”
“He did especially with the sailor hat.”, you tease lightly and they both grin.
“Did dad work there to?”
“Oh, Lord no. I was too cool for Scoops.”, Eddie jokes. “We worked in the same mall though. I was in the record store on the opposite side.”
“The mall? The one that caught fire?”
“Yeah, the one that gave me these.”, he relays, gesturing towards the scars on his arm. “Wayne and your mom stayed with us both in the hospital for a week. She refused to leave our sides.”
“Did grandma and grandpa come?”, Ozzy asked, wide eyed as he waited.
“Everyone came, bud. Grandma and Grandpa Y/L/N, Robin, Maze—”
“No, dada. YOUR mommy and dada.”
Everyone in the room freezes as the air gets thick with tension. The three of you had very vaguely told Molly about all your parents dynamics. She knew Eddie’s dad was in jail and that he “wasn’t very nice”. She understood that the foundation Steve started was in her name for kids and teens who felt like they needed a safe place due to who they loved because of what happened to you three but she didn’t know the specifics.
She knew your parents stopped speaking to you for a time and that the metalhead’s mom disappeared for a time as well. She knew Steve didn’t have contact with his family but she didn’t quite understand why.
Ozzy on the other hand, didn’t know any of this yet and because no one brought it up he never asked. Add in the fact that he was always surrounded by grandparents, aunts and uncles, etc… he never noticed anything was a miss.
“Um…they did, Oz, for, um, one day. They were busy people so they had to, uh, go back to work.”, the former jock lies.
“Oh…that’s mean. Mommy and Grandpa Wayne stayed…”
“To be fair, mommy snuck in to come to us because the nurses and doctors tried to kick her out.”, Eddie deflects, hoping to help.
Without saying a word, Steve suddenly rose to his feet and you promptly followed without missing a beat as he headed for the bedroom.
“Where are you going?”
“Out, Y/N.”
“Steve, stop. Talk to me. What’s going on?”, you insist reaching for his arm that he rips out of your grasp.
“Nothing is going on. Jesus, it’s my day off and I want to go out. Is that a fucking problem?”
“Don’t talk to her like that.”, Eddie hisses, closing the door behind him. “Now, answer her. She’s not the only one that’s noticed your little temper tantrums lately. Now out with it.”
“Really, Munson? Fuck off. I’ve been busy with work—”
“No, you haven’t. Robin said the business has been calm.”
The man before you chuckles sarcastically as he steps towards you placing himself nose to nose with you.
“Still nosey little girl, huh?”
“I’m your wife, I was worried.”, you growl back in equal measure.
“You are not my wife.”
You see the reaction to his words in each other’s eyes; his regret and your heart break.
“Wow. Glad to see high school Steve is still in there.”, Eddie huffed with a tone you hadn’t heard from him a long time. “No, not high school Harrington. He’d never talk to the woman he fell in love with the first time he saw her that way. Your words, remember?”
As the metalhead spoke, he slowly stalked towards you both while the other boy averted his gaze.
“Congratulations. You peaked maximum asshole. You’ve officially become your father.”
Something in Steve snaps and he abruptly stomps out of the house, slamming the door for emphasis.
“Hey, look at me, sweetheart.”, he coos, massaging the back of your neck. “You know he didn’t mean that.”
“I know. It just…it still hurt.” Your little tone kills him as you start to cry and he promptly brings you to his chest.
“Everything’s ok, baby. I’m right here.”
***
The light turning on in the kitchen shakes you from listless sleep causing you to unravel from Eddie’s protective embrace to see what was going on.
You found Steve leaning against the kitchen counter, chugging back a bottle of water as his eyes land on you.
“Of course you heard me.”, he lightly laughs, shaking his head. “You always noticed everything…always curious…”
“I was worried about you.”, you murmur taking gradual steps towards him. His hair hung in front of his face trying to hide his bloodshot eyes as the strong smell of liquor clouded around him. It had been a while since you saw him like this. The last time being when he had a fight with his father before he kicked him out of their house… “Steve? Did your dad call you?”
His wide irises find your own and he places the bottle on the counter as he turns to face you.
“How…how do you do that? With you and Eddie, ya’ll have been able to like…read minds…how…”
“Talk to me, baby, please.”, you plead, his bottom lip trembling.
He doesn’t speak instead slowly maneuvering to the dining room table where Molly had left her seemingly finished project by her backpack, fingers tracing over the images with his fingers.
“What…whatever he wants…if you don’t want to talk to him that’s fine or if you do Eddie and I can go with you…you’re not alone in this, Steve, you never were—”
His lips roughly connecting to your own cut you off as he cups your cheeks to hold you close before pressing his forehead to yours.
“Tell me I’m not like him, Y/N. Tell me I’m a good man.”
“Steve—”
He barely gives you a chance to do what he asked, kissing you once more with much more vigor than he had in a long time. Guiding you backward, he gripped your thighs and lifted you onto the countertop while you circled your arms around his neck.
He didn’t even bother to look between your bodies as he blindly pushed down his sweats and reached up your (his) button-up shirt, moving your panties to the side to guide his cock into your entrance.
Steve was by no means gentle as he aggressively thrust his hips. Normally both men took their time with you, lubricating you with their tongues and making you wet with whispered words. You had been worried about him all night so you were nowhere near prepared. Even when they used you to vent out a frustration, they still made sure you were taken care of.
This was different.
His face was buried in your shoulder so he didn’t see when your face scrunched in pain nor did he recognize that your moans were a mix slight pleasure and discomfort.
“D-Daddy, I…c-can you slow down, please.”, you whimper but he was so lost in his own head, he barely heard you, choosing instead to dig his fingers roughly in your sides to cling you tighter as his pace hastened. “Steve…Steve, baby, you’re…you’re hurting me… Vanilla!”
The safe word left your mouth firmly but not too loudly for fear of waking the others in the house but the pretty boy heard it; freezing to a stop as he pulled his head back to scan over your features.
You began to cry and his eyes widened in fear. Yes, you and even he had used it before but it was during arguments to make sure you three never led to playing while your emotions were heightened but this was the first time ever in your relationship that you used your safe word while being intimate.
“Y/N…I-I—fuck—hey, look at me, honey. Everything’s ok—”
Steve’s sentence was cut short when ringed fingers took hold of his shoulder and yanked him violently away from you. Eddie didn’t hesitate to take you in his arms and in your state you didn’t hesitate to curl into them as he carried you to the bathroom in your bedroom before slamming the door behind him.
“Talk to me, sweetheart. What do you need?”, he murmurs firmly, bending down with his palms on his knees so he could be level with your face from where he placed you on the edge of the tub.
“I-I-I just wanted to make him feel better…”, you sobbed.
“I know, baby, I know but let’s focus on you right now, ok? Why did you say the word? Are you physically in pain? What hurts?”
“Eddie, come on, man. Let me in or-or at least tell me she’s ok.”
Ignoring his friend, the metalhead noticed you clutching your side and offered you a soft smile before slowly lifting your shirt over your head. Noticing the red indents of fingerprints that would most likely become bruises, he hurriedly turned to dig through the drawers and produced some of your creams he knew you bought for just such occasions or when any of the kids got one of many bruises children normally attain.
“There you go, pretty girl. Everything’s ok.”, he coos, watching your face as you wince slightly. “I know, I know. Good, good girl. Anywhere else you feel sore?”
Your eyes flick down and he follows them to see you squeezing your thighs together.
“I was worried about him so I wasn’t…and he didn’t…”
“Shhhhh…ok, ok, sweetheart. Let’s run you a bath and you can soak a bit ok? That will help.”
You nod but the sound of the other boy knocking again has you both glancing that way.
“Please, guys. I was just lost in my own head and…”
“Eddie, wait.”, you plead, catching the metalheads wrist when he stands to head that way angrily. “This isn’t like him…he didn’t mean to…he stopped when I said the word.”
“You shouldn’t’ve had to say it.”, he grumbled under his breath, exhaling heavily when you stand to wrap your arms around his waist. “Ok…Ok, I’m calm…I swear.”, he clarifies when your raise your eyebrow at him.
Gradually, Eddie opens the bathroom door, blocking his friend’s entry even though all the other boy did was try to see through him to find you.
“Where is she, Ed? Is she ok? Tell me she’s ok.”
“Physically she’ll be alright.”, he answered dryly, glaring at the man before him. “I think you should leave for the night.”
“Eddie…”
“No, Y/N. I’m being calm and doing what you asked because all I want to do is knock his teeth in, however, I’m not going to allow him to be anywhere near you till I know you’re ok.”
“I’m ok—”
“YOU’RE—!” Pausing, he takes hold of Steve’s arm and pulls him into the bathroom to close the door once more. “You said once that it’s up to us to trust that you know when to say the word and we do but doesn’t change the fact that in 15 years, you’ve never had to use it before. The fact that you did raises a lot of fucking questions for me like what the fuck is wrong with you and what did YOU do, Steve, to make her say it especially since you’ve been so rough lately.”
You saw it immediately, Steve’s need to be defensive before his gaze shifted your way for a moment seeing how small you still appeared to be. It was then the metalhead realized you were still shirtless and without hesitation took off his own to hand it to you.
“That’s not fair. You almost did the same thing remember? When your mom showed back up and I pulled you off her.”
“Oh great, so since I almost fucked up that gives you license to be an asshole?” Eddie blinked in that moment, glancing your way before you softly nod, affirming what he was thinking. “When did your dad call you?”
“Jesus Christ.”, the former jock laughs. “Y’all seriously need to teach me how to do that. After the new year and he didn’t call me…my mom did.”, he sighed, taking a step back to lean against the wall. “My dad had a heart attack a few months ago and, according to her, he’s got this…new lease on life… I don’t fucking know.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”, you ask and he shrugs.
“Maybe because I ignored her original calls and expected all this to die out but nope. She still leaves me a ton of messages at my office asking to see me or if the four of us can come down to visit. ‘I’d love to meet your kid and get to know Y/N.’ Oh, you mean my daughter your husband called a thing and my wife that he called a…” His gaze drops as he stutters over his words, his jaw tightening at the memory. “…a disgusting whore.”
“Why four?”, Eddie asks.
“The last time we heard from them I was pregnant with Molly. They may not know about Ozzy.”, you answer, your heart breaking further for the man on the floor. “Honestly, if they’d take the time to look they’d find out. It’s not like either of you hide the fact that we have two kids.”
“Hm. Still doesn’t answer your question though, does it, sweetheart? She asked you why you never said anything. She’s been calling you for months and instead of talking to us, you hurt Y/N…TWICE! Does she like to be used, yes, but she’s not our fucking punching bag, Steven.”
Again, he shrugs as his glassy eyes stare off into a void.
“I didn’t know how. You two got your apologies and have so much family, you know? I guess it just kind of pushed me back into when I was growing up. I was alone so much even when I was with fucking Tommy and Carol or a new girl in my bed…they didn’t know me and even then they would leave and I was left alone… until I started hanging out with you, Eddie…and then we met Y/N.”
A tear fell down your cheek when his voice cracked.
“Do you WANT to see them?”, the long-haired boy inquired, arms folded over his chest.
“I don’t know—”
“Why don’t you let Y/N decide?” Steve’s confused irises found his friend’s. “She did that with me and my mom. I trusted her to make the right call, maybe you can do the same. Not tonight though. I still need to give her a bath and she needs to rest.”
“I…I can help…please, Ed. I didn’t mean to…” When the man didn’t budge, the pretty boy nodded. “I understand. I’ll, um, I’ll come tomorrow and, uh, we can talk…
“Eddie.”, you whimper and again, he heavily exhales. “Sir…I need you both.”
At the sound of his title, his head ticks to the side and he knows you’ve won. He allows Steve to stay but continues to be vigilant as he takes care of you. The other boy remains off to the side, his soft eyes watching everything, his body twitching with every wince and whine that leaves your lips.
The moment Eddie lays you under the covers, he quietly tries to sneak out but he’s not that smooth anymore.
“Daddy, where are you going?”
“I’m just going to sleep in the guest room so you can have some space—”
“I don’t want space, I want you.”
Nodding, Steve climbs into bed in front of you while the metalhead securely circles his arm around your waist, pulling you to his chest. Your fingers intertwine with theirs and you feel their eyes watching you as you gradually fall asleep.
################
You made the decision a few days later; if they really wanted to meet their grandchildren and see their son, they could fly up to your house to do it.
It also allowed for more of a home court advantage so everyone would be a bit more comfortable.
“Mom, is this a good idea?”
“Um, I’m not quite sure yet, Mol, but…”, you smile her way. “I’m hoping.”
“Why would it be bad?”, Ozzy asked, kicking is feet absently on the counter where he had been watching and helping you cook.
“Because…remember how you mentioned it was mean that dada’s parents didn’t stay when he was hurt?” He nods. “Well, they kind of did that a lot. It’s one of the reasons he and Aunt Robin made their company.”
The little boy’s mouth opened in the shape of an O as he nodded again in understanding.
“Is that why we’re spending the night with Aunt Maze?”
“More or less, baby. Your fathers just want to vet the situation before you really get to meet them fully. They’re protective that way. Annoying isn’t it?”
Both kids laugh at your joke just as Steve walks into the kitchen, watching as you grip your side while reaching up to grab something off the top shelf.
“I got it, honey.”, he murmured, hurriedly running to grab what you needed. “Do you want to take a break and I can finish up in here?”
“Dada can’t cook!”
Forcefully tearing his eyes from yours, the pretty boy playfully narrows towards his son.
“I can cook. I’m really good at making six-year-old stew. You want to help me?”
Ozzy giggles as his dad lifts him in the air and you smile as you watch them interact. Both men loved being dads but Steve definitely had a way with kids.
A car door outside closes and you quietly excuse yourself before being stopped by a tattooed arm blocking your front door.
“Whatcha doin’, princess?”
“I’m going to have a word with them before they come in here.”, you answer honestly causing a smirk to paint his features.
“Alright, sweetheart, let’s go.”
As he goes to turn the knob, you push up on your toes and kiss his lips.
“Thank you…for always being protective over both of us. Even in school you took us both in and have always been there. I don’t know what we would do without you, Sir.”
Eddie exhales through his nose as his eyes soften and he tilts down to kiss your lips again.
“I’m pissed at him but he’s still my best friend and I’m not going to let these fuckers hurt him or you.”
Hand in hand, you both step out meeting both his parents as they were walking up the driveway.
“Oh, hello, Y/N. Goodness, are you so beautiful.”, his mother beams before shifting her focus to Eddie. “And Edward, so handsome. We’ve listened to a couple of your records and—”
“Mrs. Harrington, you don’t have to do that.”, you reply softly but firmly, making it evident early on that they don’t hold the power here. “I don’t know how to say this politely so I’m just going to say it. If you’re here to hurt Steve or plan on abandoning him again, you may as well just leave now.”
“No, we understand…after everything…” As she speaks, she turns toward her husband whose eyes were taking in the expansive house before him until his wife shoves his shoulder. “Say something.”
“Yes, well, we, um, we don’t plan on leaving or causing a scene. We just want to get to our son again…and his children…”
“OUR children.”, Eddie corrects. “Molly and Ozzy belong to us both.”
Your worried irises continue scan over Mr. Harrington, debating still within your mind if this was a good idea and his mother sees it.
“Bill, we talked about this. You said you wanted to make amends—”
“You both need to.”, you correct.
“This is hard.”, his dad replies. “Not only am I dealing with a weak heart but…this family has been through a lot…and so have you…I imagine…”
“You called me a whore and had the entire town believing I was ‘sold to the Harringtons’.”
“Jesus…I never heard that…”, he sighs. “But…I did demean you and Mr. Munson. You and your uncle did a lot for my son.”
“Yeah.”, Eddie exhaled and you could tell he was biting his tongue. “Well come on then. Time to introduce you to your son and grandchildren.”
The moment you four entered the house, you were greeted with laughter before you son skidded around the corner to meet you in the entry way.
“Oh, um, hi.”, he beams, running forward to give Steve’s parents a hug.
“Whoa, Oz.”, the metalhead warns, catching the boy with a hand on his chest and lifting him into his arms. “You have to be careful because Mr. Harrington got sick remember?” You son nods, shifting his gaze back to them. “This is our son Ozzie.”
“Oh my Gosh, you look like your mom.”, Mrs. Harrington coos, reaching out to pinch his cheeks.
While they were focused on them, you poked your head into the kitchen to see your daughter hugging Steve tightly while he pressed her head to his chest. When his eyes met yours, you softly smiled his way and he returned it with one of his own.
“And this is Molly.”, you introduce.
“Go ahead, honey, go say hi.”, her father encourages, lightly unclasping her hold behind his back.
“Jesus. You are definitely Steven’s child. Look, Bill, she looks just like him when he was her age.”
Eddie’s jaw tightened as your daughter took a step back.
“I’m both their child. I have two dads.”
“Two.”, your son reiterated eliciting a smile from the former jock.
A knock on the door draws everyone’s attention and you force your own grin, placing your hand on Molly’s shoulder.
“That’s Aunt Maze picking you guys up. Go and have fun alright. It’s ok, baby.”, you sooth when your daughter hesitates.
“How’s it going?”, your best friend asks after both kids head for her car. “Any blood shed?”
“Not yet but…the tension is thick…”, you sigh before she squeezes your hand comfortingly.
“You got this. Keep me updated!”
****
Small talk was painfully exchanged while everyone moved their food around on their plates.
You forgot how awkward this was with Eddie and his mom but then again Wayne was there to keep everything civil.
“This is very good, Y/N.”, his mom compliments, placing another small spoonful in her mouth.
“Thank you.”, you mumble, your eyes drifting back down to the table.
Steve catches it, igniting something within him that was always present but he hadn’t had to use since you four left Hawkins; his protection over you. You were typically full of life, doing everything you could to take care of the family and make everyone smile.
Even when you three moved in together, you took care of them in many different ways while they watched your personality shine through. Right now, his parents were causing that light to stifle and he hated it.
His dad did that to him his whole life and he wasn’t going to let it happen to you.
“Look, why don’t we stop playing pretend and address the elephant in the room. You said dad wanted to talk to me about something and get to know my family but we can’t ignore the fact that you called Y/N a whore, Eddie a freak, you had the entire town ostracize her, kicked me out of our house, didn’t come to my graduation or wedding, you called my daughter a ‘thing’, and you weren’t even there when I almost fucking died. What makes you think I’d ever consider letting you in our lives after everything?”
You exhaled heavily as all the memories he mentioned came flooding back. You tried to quickly wipe it away but Eddie noticed, intertwining his fingers with yours and kissing your temple.
“I’m not saying that I deserve your forgiveness but I do want to try. I know it’s not an excuse but my emotions got the better of me and—”
“Got the better of you… Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Steven—”
“And you just followed him around like a fucking puppy! Why? Why didn’t you stand up for yourself or me?!”
“We’re not perfect, son, especially me.”, his dad countered. “But when…when I was in the hospital I kept…thinking about everything…everything I lost and…”
“We’re trying to be better, baby. We’ve each been in counseling and we even met with Mr. Munson. Offered to reimburse him for…taking care of you…after everything.”
“Hm. Knowing him he declined.”, Eddie huffed. “He knows what it’s like to take in a kid who’s felt abandoned. For him, it’s nothing. He loves these two.”
“He’s the one that suggested we reach out.”, Mrs. Harrington replied. “Even offered to host a meeting.”
“Of course, he did.”, the metalhead chuckled.
“I, um, Y/N, I’m sorry for how I treated you…Calling you a whore and belittling you. Steven said once that you were a gorgeous and powerful woman…clearly that’s still the case. Edward, I… I knew your dad…Allen… I knew how he was in high school…I made an assumption… Like Janet said, you’re a talented…musician…not the kind of music we normally listen to but…the young people in my office seem to enjoy it.”
You’re not sure why but that makes you laugh.
All eyes turn to you as you continue to giggle, covering your face with your hands as your body shakes.
“You know, Sinatra was considered rock and roll for his time.”, you tease. “I bet your parents thought he was weird as hell.”
Bill softly smiled as his wife grinned.
“We met dancing to one of his songs and his dad would yell at him to turn the racket down every time Bill would play his records.”
Steve’s wide eyes continued to observe you three in aw. These were his parents and he had never seen either of them speak or behave the way they were with you in this moment.
“I actually have a video of the kids dancing with them to one of his songs when Steve played the CD in his office. Do you want to see it?”
“Oh, uh, of course.”, Janet beams, rising from the table.
“Eddie, can you—”
“Yeah, yeah. One day, sweetheart, you need to learn how to technology.”, he playfully groans.
“Why would I do that when I have you?”, you tease, scrunching your nose up at him before kissing his lips.
While you three head for the living room, Steve and his dad remain at the table.
“She IS a very lovely girl.”, Bill murmurs without glancing his way.
“Yeah, she is. Should have seen her fifteen years ago when I fell in love with her. Oh, wait…” When his father doesn’t reply, the former jock exhales. “I’m sorry. I have a lot built up.”
“I understand. We put you through a lot.”
“I don’t give a fuck about any of that. I had literally become accustomed to it to the point that I didn’t even realize how lonely and angry I was till I met her. Those two saved me, dad, but especially her. That’s my best friend and my wife in there…the woman that you bad mouthed and tried to hurt…yet she’s still being so kind… I don’t know how she does it.”
“Hm, I don’t know how or why your mother does it. I’m…I haven’t made it easy on her…or you.” His son’s eyes flick his way. “I know it’s going to take time but I’d like to be in your life again. Get to know your kids and family.”
Steve nods slowly, taking in the laughter in the living room.
“Ok. I’m willing to try if you are but if you even say one negative thing to Molly or Ozzy and it’s over.”, he warns, nodding again when his dad does the same.
################
You mischievously smile as you push some photos into Eddie’s eyeline from behind where they were both smoking on the back patio in adjacent lawn chairs.
“Holy shit. Is that baby Harrington?”, he chuckles.
“Mhmm. His mom gave me those.”, you beam, falling in-between the other boy’s legs and pressing your back to his chest. “Molly can add them to her project before her presentation on Monday.”
The metalhead stuck out his tongue, flashing you a picture of three-year-old Steve with cake all over his face, laughing up at his mother. When he finds a photo of his dad holding him as a baby, the former jock takes it from his friend’s grasp.
You exhale heavily and both men exchange a look.
“What are you think about, sweetheart?”
“I’m thinkin’… this is the first night that we’ve been here without the kids in a long time and…” You push off the chair and rise to your feet. “It’s been a long time since we got to do ‘the chase’.”
“’The chase.’”, Eddie repeats sarcastically, leaning his head lazily against the chair behind him.
“Oh, come on, old man. This is a big house and we have so many places to run around.” At your words, you expanded your arms excitedly before shifting your gaze back to his, realizing only then that his eyes had darkened.
“Did she just call me an old man, Steve?”
“I think she did, Ed. Baby girl seems to be playing with fire.”
“I like to play with fire.”, you jest, biting your bottom lip. “Then again, it HAS been, what, 10 years since we played the way we did in the school. And Daddy that was a big school. Our home is much more manageable for aging limbs.”
Smirking at your sarcasm, his palm absently glides down to adjust the bulge in his slacks while the metalhead brings his beverage to his lips and holds up his fingers.
He starts counting down from five and a giddy energy runs through you as your eyes glance around the outside of the house, mapping the best places to hide. The moment he hits zero, you sprint into your home and down the hallway knowing they’d expect you to head upstairs since more rooms were down on the first floor.
Rounding the corner into Eddie’s recording room, you hastily hid under his desk and waited.
Their footsteps pounding around had your heart racing with excitement. It had been so long since you three were able to play this way and your core throbbed at the anticipation.
Just under the little crack in the wood, you were able to see Steve’s expensive black shoes scoot across the carpet.
“I don’t think she’d be down here, Harrington. There’re too many places to hide. She’d most likely go upstairs.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right. Let’s go.”
You listen as they exit the room, waiting for the sound of feet heading up the stairs before quietly crawling out with the intention and moving to a new room.
Poking your head out, you glance right, down the quiet hallway and listen for any more movement but before you can follow through with your plan, a large palm slaps over your mouth while another loops around your waist.
“Jesus, you really think we’re that stupid.”, Steve growls, lifting you off your feet as you wriggle in his hold.
The moment he crosses the threshold of the hallway, you see Eddie waiting at the bottom of the stairs.
“You’d think for a woman who’s listens to two kids run around she’d know what two sets of footprints going up the stairs would sound like.”
“So much for the chase, huh, babe? Didn’t get very far.”
You scowled towards the man ahead of you as you continued to push back against the one behind you. The metalhead’s smile fell, his intense eyes locking with your own before his palm shot out to grip your throat and he tilted down till his nose was pressed to your cheek.
“Control that fucking attitude, little girl, do you hear me? We caught you fair and square. Now we get to play with you however we want.” His tongue licked your collarbone, up your throat, to the side of your face and your eyes fluttered as you keened into the feeling. “Still our little whore, right?”
Somehow you were able to wiggle your arm free and you utilized your elbow to push Steve hard enough to let you go but you didn’t get far, Eddie effortlessly tackling you to the floor of your bedroom.
“I’m sorry but maybe you misunderstood, Y/N. You ARE our little whore. Always have been always will be. Say it.”, he grumbles, his angry eyes looking towards his friend when you don’t answer. The former jock hands him something you soon realize are handcuffs and he hastily binds them to you, maneuvering your body a bit so he could restrain you to the bedframe.
Eddie rips your dress, allowing it to fall open as Steve kneels on your other side with a pair of scissors to cut your bra and panties.
“Fucking shame, man, I liked this set.”
“Tell her to hide better next time. Then again, we’re such old men our geriatric eyes may not be able to find her.”
You giggle and their stern eyes swivel your way.
“Aw, big bad Daddy and Master offended? I never used to get under your skin.”
Both men exchange a look before their own chuckles ripple through them silencing your own in fear. When they laughed in this headspace, you were definitely in trouble.
“Since we do have this house to ourselves, that means we can really make her scream. Last time we used that one thing we had to gag her because she was too loud.”
At Eddie’s words, you swallowed your pride.
“And she drenched our sheets.”, Steve beamed, smacking his friend’s bicep. “It’s in the closet.”
“W-Wait…Sir…” His chocolate eyes glance your way, raising his eyebrow inquiringly as if ready to listen to anything you had to say. “P-Please…I’ll be good. I-I-I promise.”
“Oh, sweetheart, I know you will.”
You whined prominently, pulling at the restraints as the other boy gleefully scurried back into the room with the spreader bar in his hand.
Just like with the handcuffs, it took them a while to find this particular one, something comfortable that fit around your girthy ankles. They surprised you one Christmas after the kids went to bed and like something out of Cinderella fell to their knees to see if it would be a perfect fit; it was.
The vibrating wand was bumped to second place as their favorite toy once they utilized the bar. The sounds you made and the way you unfolded drove them insane in the best possible way.
Since you were on the floor, they dismissed the straps that kept you tied to the bed and locked the leather cuffs around your ankles, grinning mischievously your way as the pretty boy adjust the bar forcing your legs open as far as you could handle.
“Color, baby?”
“Green, Daddy. It isn’t hurting me.”
“Good.”, he practically purrs, palms caressing up your calf to your thigh.
Your breathing stuttered when his thumb found its way to your clit and slowly applied pressure.
“Fuck, dude, I love this fucking thing. Can you imagine if we had it that first time? Then again her legs opened pretty easily for me.”
Eddie smirked as he watched you squirm, your hips arching up with every little movement of his friend’s hand.
“Feels like that was just yesterday. Geez, Harrington, maybe we are old.” The metalhead slides down onto his side and props up on his elbow so he can continue watching your face as his own palms roam your frame. “Still just as beautiful as the day we saw you.” You smile softly up at him, craning your neck for a kiss but as he leans down to seemingly give you what you want, he hovers. “And still just as much of a whore. Say it.”
The former jocks fingers glide into your core while his thumb continues to play with your bundle of nerves at a pace that overwhelms you.
“Oh, I thought you were going to be a good girl, Y/N?”
“I will…I will…I’m…fuck, Daddy…”
“I guess not. Looks like we’re going to be here a while, Steven.”
Your legs tremble as you cum and you desperately try to close your limbs as his fingers fuck you through it but the bar restricts you eliciting a whine.
“I’m fine with that. Want to take over, Munson?”
After taking off his shirt, Eddie placed himself between your legs and immediately shoved his tongue into your cunt. Both men had a goal to allow you as little time in-between as possible and they were succeeding.
By your fourth orgasm, you were a mess and your fifth one was fast approaching.
“Sir…I…”, you groaned, tugging on the leather around your wrists as he continued to slurp and suck on your overstimulated nub.
“Say it, Y/N. You know what he wants to hear.”, Steve coos, his hand petting the hair away from your sweaty forehead.
“I’m…I’m your…I’m still your…”
Detaching from you, the metalhead climbs up the length of your body while thrusting to his fingers into your hole.
“Come on, baby, say it. We know you can.”
“I’m still…still…FUCK! I’m still your whore!” The moment you scream your declaration, the coil in your stomach snaps and you feel your arousal warm your thighs. “P-P-Please…I need…second…Yellow…water.”
Eddie’s quick to remove his appendages from between you, bouncing to his feet as he runs to the bathroom while the pretty boy uncuffs your wrists and helps you into a sitting position.
“There we go. Good girl, you did so good.”, he whispers, rubbing your arms with his hand and kissing your temple. “Do we need to remove the bar for a bit to?”
“No…No, Daddy…just need water…”
“I got it right here, sweetheart.”, the long-haired boy answers, handing you the cup and placing himself by your opposite side. “Slow, baby, slow.”, he lightly scolds, smiling at the sound of you slurping it like a child.
“Thank—Thank you, Sir. Just need…a minute…”
“Shhhh…we have all the time in the world, honey.”
After nodding, they observe you in your headspace as your fingers and eyes run along their own bodies. Steve had removed his button up shirt, allowing the white tank underneath to show off his arms and the little bit of chest hair the curled just above. His belt rested just below accentuating his tummy and hips to a sexy degree.
Eddie had taken off almost all his clothes sans his blue pair of boxers that was barely hiding his erection threatening to burst through. He had gotten many more tattoos over the years including your kid’s names, your name, and some random garb that his friend liked to tease him about.
Your hand reaches out to lightly trace the faded scar along his leg where he got hurt in the mall fire.
“I love you…both of you…”
Steve chuckles as he rises to his feet and lifts you off the ground to toss you on the bed on your stomach.
“We love you to, freak.”
“What color, pretty girl?”
“Green, Sir, thank you.”, you beam, grunting a bit as the other man adjusts you and grabs your arms to recuff your hands behind your back.
As he unbuckles his belt and pushes down his pants, the former jock tilts forward and licks a stripe up your folds making your body quiver.
“God, baby, this ass is still my kryptonite.” His palm spanks your behind and you moan in pleasure as he grips your waist to hold you still before guiding his cock into your entrance.
Even after all these years, his length stretches you out perfectly and fills you completely. Your eyes roll back as his hips smack into yours.
“That’s our girl. Let us—mmph—let us fucking use you. Fuck, Eddie, she’s so fucking wet. Just making a mess.”
The metalhead grins, taking your hair in his grasp and carefully lifting your front half off the mattress.
“I bet. Don’t need a bar to keep your legs open do we?”
“N-No, Sir. I’m—fuck—I’m yours.”
Eddie’s lips passionately crash to yours and you revel in the taste, barely even noticing him pull his dick out until the movement of his palm gets your attention.
He doesn’t even need to ask; you open your mouth willingly promptly taking him as far back as your throat will allow. His lips fall into a silent O as he watches himself disappear inside you, your tongue swirling around his mushroom tip the way he likes.
Steve groans behind you, looping his arm around you to press his fingers against your clit as he rolls his hip roughly. Your own mewl vibrates around the man in your mouth and he can’t help but thrust a bit causing you to gag around him.
“Fuck, just a messy thing.”
The long-haired man pulls back allowing you to breath, pressing your forehead against his lower stomach as you do.
“Daddy…I’m gonna…”
His rhythm doesn’t relent and you relish his consistent grunts before tumbling over the ledge and screaming his title. You try to close your legs to no avail choosing instead on the default of falling away from him but his firm grip on you keeps in place even as he continues to play with your bundle of nerves.
“No, no, little girl. Get back here.”
After readjusting you so your fully against him once more, he pounds into you till you feel his release paint your walls deep inside you.
“Stevie, undo her legs.”
“You…you don’t want to fuck her with it?”, he teases even while bending down to undo the restraints.
“Oh, don’t worry. She’ll keep her legs open for me.”
The moment your legs were free, you were maneuvered around until you were straddling Eddie’s waist. His ring covered palm spanked you hard and you mewled at the sting.
Your eyes rolled as you sunk down onto him, the man smirking underneath you.
“Jesus, sweetheart, you are dripping. You whine but you like that toy don’t you, dirty girl.”
“Yes, Sir, I like it—fuck…”
“Fuck me like you mean it, Y/N. Like the slut you know you are.”
At his growled command, you bounced harder against him allowing his cock to punch into that sensitive spot inside you continuously while your pussy clenched around him tightly. His hand spanked you again as his dark eyes scanned your frame, taking in the way your body moved.
Pushing into an upright position, Eddie circled one arm around your back and used the other to brace himself as he met each roll of your hips with a slam of his own.
“Open those eyes, Y/N, now and don’t take them off me.” Nodding, you do as he says watching every twitch on his features as he grunts in pleasure. “Fuck—cum, baby. Give it to me. I want you to cum so fucking hard on my cock.”
Tears start to fall down your face, your thighs attempting to close before being blocked by his torso.
“Color?”
“G-Green, Sir.”
“Then I don’t want to hear it. What I do want to hear is your scream while you drench my dick.”
Sitting up fully, his palms firmly cup your cheeks, holding you in place as your irises remain on his. He sees it immediately, nodding his head encouragingly as you cry harder.
“Just let go, sweetheart, I got you. Your Masters got you.” Shouting his title, your body trembles roughly as you come undone and the metalhead pushes your face into his neck, holding you to him as his own pace falters. “Fuck! Good…Good girl…you’re ok. You’re…”
Fingers dig into the meat of your waist as he clings to you, groaning into your skin as he fills you up.
“Shit, that was so good. It’s…it’s ok, baby, you’re alright.”
They continue to let you sob as Eddie uncuffs your hands and tosses them absently to the floor while Steve sits beside you both tenderly petting your head.
“Whenever you’re ready, honey, we’re going to take a bath.”
It takes you a few moments till you’re ready to move but they are more than happy to wait. The former jock lifts you in his arms while the other man gets the tub together and slowly places you into the warm water.
You zone out every now and then but a small smile remains on your face as they take care of you.
“Daddy?”
“Hm?”
“What did you decide about your parents?”
Steve heavily exhales through his nose while he thinks.
“I told him I was willing to take things slow but if he says one negative thing to Molly or Oz then I’m done…for good…”
“Or you.” His eyes flick to yours at your statement. “I’m not going to let him think that just because we’re allowing him into our lives means he has a license to be an asshole to you or us.”
The man leans towards you, taking your hand in his to kiss the back.
“I like when you get protective over us.”
“You’re both mine to.”
“Yeah we are.”, Eddie teases, kissing your cheek.
“I’m sorry for the last couple of months. I’ve been a real fucker to you both especially you, Y/N.”
“Steve, it’s ok—”
“No, honey, it’s not.”, he insists, sliding closer to you. “When I think about the things I said to you like… you not being my…my wife and then you having to use our word… I should have just talked to you…to both of you.”
He guides your hand to his face and when you thumb extends out to caress his bottom lip he kisses the pad.
“It killed me not being able to take care of you after what I did but I’m glad Eddie was there. I’m so, so sorry.”
“I forgive you.”
The boy smiles when your lips meet his, keeping you close as he hugs you tightly. You don’t see it but both men exchange a look as the metalhead nods behind you forgiving his friend as well.
After your bath and some dutiful aftercare, the former jock put away the toys while the long-haired man changed the sheets and waited for you to crawl in.
“I was just teasing by the way. I don’t think ya’ll are old.”
They laugh as they climb in beside you, your head on Eddie’s chest while Steve circles his arm around your waist.
“Good to know because you know if we’re old that makes you old to.”
You playfully gasp, smacking his arm lightly as you try to hide your smile.
“Fuck you, Munson, I’m not old.”
“No, honey, you’re not. We still have plenty more years left for ‘the chase’.”
You giggle as your eyes close and you pull them closer to you before the metalhead’s mumbled singing hits your ears.
“I'd sell my soul for you, babe
For money to burn for you
I'd give you all and have none, babe
Just to, just to, just to, a-just to, to have you here by me, because…”
You and Steve’s equally soft voices match his as the three of you continue,
“In the midnight hour, she cried, ‘More, more, more’
With a rebel yell, she cried, ‘More, more, more,’ wow!”
Summary: Michael's boyfriend, Eddie, is in his yearly rut. Michael somehow still hasn't gotten used to all the... enthusiastic sex that ensues.
Tags: 18+(MDNI), monster fucker smut, sub!Michael, dom!Eddie, bottom!Michael, top!Eddie, established relationship, anal sex, kissing, clothed sex, breeding, creampie(s), overstimulation, dacryphilia if you squint, mating press(but more intense), yes Eddie has the werewolf curse in my AU, this is still Thriller era, Michael is human, I just think they have so much chemistry, Eddie has a big dick, in his wolf form it's even bigger, so Michael gets relentlessly bred in this fic <3, Michael still has a big dick too though, we're diving straight into the smut because I'm impatient
wc: 867
Author's Note: a little short. The creative juices came and went. But I hope you enjoy what I've strung together (ᵕ—ᴗ—)
If you are uncomfortable with queer Michael Content, do not read this.
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It was that time of the year, and Michael was anything but prepared. He should've been used to this by now, it's been two years since he and Eddie started dating.
Eddie only ever half-shifted during his ruts. Ears, tail, and that monstrous cock, while everything else stayed human enough. Nothing too crazy.
He wasn't even supposed to be phased whenever Eddie's rut came. Right?
His hole said otherwise.
It couldn't help but flutter and clench around Eddie's length as the other man's big hands held him down by the thighs. The position had him in an impossible fold that made it a little hard to breathe as his boyfriend's thickness plunged into him, pummelling right against his prostate over and over, and over─
Michael could barely think, barely speak. A repetitive chorus of "uh, uh, uh"s kept falling from his lips, eyes hazy and rolling softly into the back of his head, before fluttering shut. Only to open again, staring up at Eddie's pinched, almost irritated expression as he bred him senseless.
Earlier, Eddie had been on him so quick that they were both still half-dressed: Michael's sweater was rucked up, his briefs were ripped open at the crotch(because his boyfriend didn't bother to take them off like a normal person), while Eddie's T-shirt and varsity jacket remained on, his pants were ripped in half and on the floor somewhere near the bed.
How the hell did it get ripped in half? Don't ask Michael. He was too busy trying not to pass out from the heavenly, but simultaneously, unbearable pleasure coursing through his veins as the ridged veins of Eddie's cock kept catching against his tight, velvety walls. "Hnghhhh─ f-fuuuuk...," Michael moaned, somehow managing to string out a muddled curse, struggling to keep from screaming. His own length twitched, neglected and dripping with pre-cum against his stomach.
"Feels...ah─ nice, huh?" Eddie grunted, a cocky, utterly insufferable smirk tugging at his plump lips. "Gotta say, 'Ion get to see you so fucked out often, Mike." He mused, his eyes clouded with both lust and mirth in equal measure as he began to thrust even harder. "Makes me wanna breed ya 𝘢𝘭𝘭 the time if it means I'll get you like this."
"Pleeeease shut 𝘶𝘱, Eddieee!" Michael whined brokenly, which drew a deep chuckle out of the other man.
He felt a flush of embarrassment coloring his already flaming face. Why did Eddie have to be able to talk during his rut? He should just focus on─
"Aagh!" Michael gasped out a scream when Eddie aimed a particularly sharp thrust against his sweet spot again, harder than the ones before. Eddie's ears twitched at the sound. He paused for a mere second to see the way Michael's pretty brown eyes began to tear up.
"Oh… that's it, ain't it?" He asked, almost to himself, realization flashing across his handsome features. Then he grinned, resuming his movements, breeding his boyfriend's perfect little hole with the same sharp thrusts every time, practically bullying the poor man's prostate. Promptly, Michael's moans and whimpers only got louder, and louder.
It greatly pleased Eddie, he bit his lip as he admired the way his boyfriend's perfectly plush, kissable lips formed perfect O shapes, crying out his name like an urgent prayer. The way his doe-like eyes kept squeezing shut and opening at a rapid pace, the way his jaw clenched whenever he clamped his own lips shut to hold back more screams.
Eddie was willing to bet he was definitely worried about the neighbors complaining again. Though he, on the other hand, could give a rat's ass about what they had to say. They were sad, lonely folks who clearly had never had great sex. Unlike Eddie. Who was doing so right now. His cock was wrapped up in the most delicious, tightest ass in town, which belonged to his gorgeous boyfriend.
It wasn't enough though. When he was in his rut, he could never quite get enough. He'd breed Michael for hours, and still, his thirst could not be quenched until the very end of the month. He was about to cum, but he knew he'd have to keep going after that.
Michael was close as well, his big, soft balls tightening in preparation as he let out a sweet little moan, muffled by his pursed lips.
Eddie gave two more desperate jerks of his hips, before he was pumping thick, milky loads of cum into his boyfriend's still fluttering hole, hips still moving even as he did so.
Michael's breath hitched, head thrashing against the pillow, whimpering loudly as his own cock erupted, shooting in three jets of sticky, more translucent cum until it painted the toned muscles of his stomach a clear white.
Eddie's knot, already swollen within his boyfriend's insides, made it hard for him to pull out. So he decided to stay put, lazily thrusting, giving Michael a few merciful seconds to recover, before he was already rearing his hips back just a bit to thrust in again.
"O-oh God—!" His cry was cut off by another meek whimper as Eddie continued to fuck into his stretched, puffy hole like nothing had happened.
