A/N: I do not make content for minors, my work is majority NSFW and DARK smut. Please do not interact with my account if youâre under the age of 18, and to everyone, READ THE WARNINGS. I do take requests just please be polite and patient! Also most of my writing is non descriptive afab fem readers, definitely will have some GN writing soon! I personally am afab and fem which is why I write from that perspective!
Bucky likes Steveâs wife. This gets nasty. Filthy. Dirty. See you in the next one if this isnât youâre thing.Â
warnings: SMUT - cuckolding, spitting, cumplay, sub reader, switch Bucky, Dom Steve, the super soldiers are both menaces. Breeding kink, daddy kink, voyeurism, dirty talkingÂ
No thots just:
Every single part of Bucky knew this was wrong. So fucking wrong. Millions, no, billions of women around the world and yet here he was with his cock in his hand, imagining his best friends wife slobbering all over his balls. Every time he told himself this would be the last time, the last time heâd stroke himself, hump himself, make a mess on himself, heâd lose all sense of self-restraint the second his eyes landed on you.Â
You were sitting on the bed, naked, as you eagerly waited for Henry to come in. He had a long day of interviews and conferences and you did everything in your power to frustrate and annoy him. You unleashed the monster with all the teasing, and you loved every second of it. You were so ready to face the consequences of your lewd actions. You could feel him come towards the room with heavy steps. Your heart was racing, a delicious mix of fear and excitement ran through your body. Fuck, you were gonna be in trouble. Henry on the other hand couldn't think straight. It was as if an incubus had captured his mind and body. He was rock hard and just wanted to devour you.
"Hello Princess" He greeted, walking in the room with his shirt already off. He wasted no time and secured your hands with the handcuffs already hanging from the bed. Did he plan this? Did he plan it all? You sure were surprised and safe to say very excited. This was gonna be amazing. You could see him carefully working the handcuffs around your wrist and putting them in place. He looked at you to confirm if you were okay and all you could do was nod. You wanted this, as much as him.
He smirked and looked at you as he spread your legs. "Open up sweetheart." he said as he started to rub circles on your clit. You moaned in pleasure as you feel him doing just the right kind of massage on your core. Before you could enjoy it to the fullest he pulled away and you groaned which made him spank your pussy. "Patience princess. I need you to be patient." he looked at you with a smirk.
"Now, you never told me about the recent fantasies you've been having my love?" he said, and you could feel your heart stop. Where did he find out? You just binged some erotics which were solely based around threesome, bdsm, kinky sex, and so much more. You wanted to try it all but you were too embarrassed to tell him. He must have seen it all when he borrowed your Kindle last night to download the script to his next project. Fuck. "You need to tell me when you want something." he says and you can sense the disappointment in his voice.
"Hen.. I..." he cut you off with a soft kiss. You were surprised and almost relieved that he's not mad or upset. You felt him cupping up your right breast as he starts to play with the nipple. "Your wish is my command my love... I have a surprise for you." he says and you feel the front door unlock. Fuck.... This is really happening. Did he just invite someone over for a threesome? Fuck. He smirks and can see the questions in your eyes. "It's Chris." he says and you bite your lip. You have had a thing for Chris before you met Henry, and you couldn't imagine anyone else being there than him. The trust and understanding you both had with him made you and Henry immediately comfortable. You smirk a little. "Are you okay with this Daddy?" you ask him and he just nods while sucking down on your left nipple. He pulls away and looks at you "You and I are more alike than you think." he says kissing up your tits to your neck.
You smirk seeing Chris in the door frame. Already down to his sweatpants, he makes his way towards the two of you. "I am here" he announces as you feel Henry pull away and look at him with a smirk. He walks over to him to hug him as Chris then makes his way over to you.
"You guys already started without me huh?" he says inspecting your handcuffs and then pinches your hard tits. "Hmm.. perfect" all you could do was hum in pleasure with the almost humiliating but so sexi inspection. Chris wasted no time and started to suck on your left tit while you felt Henry suck on your right. "Mm fuck guys, you both are doing so good." you groan almost pulling at the handcuffs wanting nothing more than to run your hand through their hair.
Henry pulls away and taps on Chris's shoulder as you look at them almost annoyed. "Daddies please untie me. I promise I will be good." you say begging them both and you can see them exchange a look. "We will untie you princess but first we need you to turn around and put on a show for us." Henry chuckles as you groan and he turns your body still tied up, and you pull yourself on your knees a little, being in a doggy style position, except your hands were tied up to the bed. You can feel Chris chuckling as you start to bounce your arse. You can feel one of them spank your arse. This is definitely not Henry. You were loving this. You were loving how they were both treating you like their personal whore.
Henry smirks and kneads your cheeks and spreads it, you can feel his spit dripping down your hole. God this was gonna be a hot messy night. You can feel a much colder hand rub your hole. Chris was definitely an arse man and you could feel his skillful fingers appreciating your opening. Before you knew it there was a warm tongue drawing circles on your hole. "Mmm fuck... Just like that daddy." you moan as you feel the other guy rub your clit. You liked the idea of not knowing who was where. It turned you on more than you thought it would. You moan in pleasure and growl when you felt them take turns eating your arse. You feel a tongue enter your hole and explore your insides. It was driving you insane.
They both pulled away right before you were about to have an orgasm and you groan and pull relentlessly at the chains. The boys almost look at you amusingly. You can feel Henry soothe your arse, right before he spanks it. "Mm.. remember what I told you princess? Patience. Be patient." he says and Chris follows "You think we should untie her? I would like to tease her a little more." he said and all you wanted to do was break free. "Please daddies, I will be good. Don't do that. Please." you beg as Henry complies and unties you. You immediately wrap your arms around him and starts to kiss him hard. You feel Chris wrap his arms around you from behind as he kisses your neck and shoulders. Henry pulls away a little and turns you around on him so you can kiss Chris. You groan and start to kiss Chris as well. He's so hot. He bites down on your lower lip and pinches your nipples, while Henry slides his hands down and starts to pump a finger in your clit.
You were beaming with pleasure, Chris giving you numerous hickeys while Henry pumped his fingers in you. "Mm Chris, I think it's time to treat our baby." Henry says, and Chris immediately pulls away from you. They both chuckle at the disappointment in your face but you try not to push them too much. Chris moans a little when you start to stroke his dick through his sweatpants. He was huge and before you know it you feel Henry take down Chris's sweatpants, finally revealing his huge cock. This was it. Henry engaging with Chris sexually made your core quiver. You wanted this. This was the high you never thought you could reach and you wanted to explore it more. Chris evidently had a sly blush as Henry climbed up on the bed, now fully naked himself too.
"Mm....daddies....can I ask you for something?" you look at them sheepishly while stroking their cocks. Each man was on either side of you and you could see them already exchanging looks. Henry gave one last look to Chris and he nodded. "Sure princess, your wish is my command. Remember?" he looks at you and bites his lip when you flick your thumb over his cock opening, collecting the moisture. "I want you both.... I want you both to kiss if you're okay with it. I mean you don't have to..." you were cut off halfway through your sentence when Henry pulled Chris by his neck nd smashed his lips on him. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Only if you could explain the sight in front of you. You were in heaven. Two Greek gods at your disposal. This was definitely turning you on on a different level. You kept pumping their cocks and their tongue battled for dominance.
Henry pulled away and then leaned down to kiss your lips. You could taste Chris on him. "You like that honey, don't you?" Henry whispers in your ear before slyly biting it. "Mmm she enjoys her two daddies kissing for her. She likes watching who would strive for dominance. You want more don't you princess?" Chris follows him while rubbing your wetness. "You're soaked!" he adds, with an evident chuckle. All you could do was nod. You groan when you felt Henry climb up you a little and enter you. You would never get used to the feeling of his huge cock in you. It always made you feel like a virgin and he loved it. Chris played with your tits and shuts you up by putting his cock in your mouth. You suck him eagerly while getting fucked by Henry.
"Mm...Princess you're so tight. Always so good for me. Taking both your daddies like the dirty little slut you are..." Henry says as he starts to pick up a pace. His moans fill the room. You feel Chris twitching in your mouth but he pulls away and says "I'll come in you my love. I want you to be filled with both our seeds tonight. Leaking with cum, like a dirty whore". You were in a complete state of euphoria and felt Chris leave the bed. He climbs up behind Henry and you can feel Henry moaning louder.
Chris leaned down and gently started to lick circles on Henry's hole. Henry was so turned on by that. You can see him moaning so loud as he leans down and starts to suck on your left nipple while he pinches the other. Chris on the other hand starts to work his skillfull tonge and rim Henry's hole. You and Henry both are a moaning mess and you feel Henry come hard in you. You were very close to your orgasm and before you could get knocked out by it, Henry pulled away and you growled. "Daddy!" you shout in frustration as both the men chuckle. Henry lays next to yous till panting and trying to catch his breath while Chris easily flips you around. "On your hands and knees baby. You can only come when we want you to. Be good and we will reward you." you groan in frustration once again but without any arguments, you're now on your hands and knees once again. They both can tease you forever so you feel it's best to comply than to complain.
You groan as Chris spanks your arse a few times before spreading your arse and giving it a good lick. He then pulls away and stuffs his cock in your pussy. He was as big and thick as Henry and you felt your legs shaking at this point. "Mm fuck" That's all you could say before you feel him pounding in you. "You're such a slut baby look at you. Taking two huge cocks without complaining. Such a sweet little whore." Chris mutters and spanks your arse with every word. You completely lose your mind when you feel Henry clicking your pictures. The idea of being fucked by Chris and Henry snapping the two of you in a lewd act made your knees shake. "Fuck" you moaned and looked at Henry approvingly. He sits up and starts to kiss you hard as you can feel your orgasm getting closer. "I'm gonna come daddies. Please let me come. Please." you start to beg for your orgasm and the two men smirk seeing your desperation. "Mm....let's treat our princess now Chris. Shall we?" Henry says and Chris nods as he picks up a relentless pace while Henry starts fo rub your clit furiously. You could feel every inch of your body exploding with pleasure. Before you know it, you came hard your legs shaking as you passed out into another universe while Chris follows and fills you up. Fuck.
It took you a while to ride out your orgasm. Every fiber of your body was on fire. You couldn't believe what you had experienced. You slowly come back to life as you feel both men kissing your jaw and neck. Both men laid on either side of you as they tucked you in bed between them. "Mm...daddies it was truly amazing." you say as Chris leans in to kiss your lips. This time gently and slowly "You were amazing babygirl." he says before leaning in and kissing Henry too "And you too!" he said and winked as you all chuckled. "I love you princess. I hope it was how you fantasized it to be." Henry said, kissing your nipple and cuddling in your side. He loved doing that. "It was so much better, I love you more" You say running your fingers through his curls and kissing his forehead lightly. "Mm then get used to it." He said and you could feel your heart flutter. This was gonna be the death of you. Henry Cavill, Chris Evans, and you. Your wildest dreams were coming true, and you didn't intend to wake up. You wanted more. They wanted more, and you were all gonna get it.
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A/N: Do you want it to be a series? Tell me in the comments what you think.
warnings: peter in heat?? fingering, rough sex, slight bondage, slight breeding kink, manhandling, dirty talk.
a/n: peter is aged up, 18+. not as spicy as the last day, but i mean our minds could do with a break? this is deff not my best work sorry :( and furthermore iâm apologising for my mistakes and bad writing but enjoy rough pete.
A/N: Sorry Iâve been gone so long. This was supposed to be up in March but life got, very life⊠Anyways here it is now, please enjoy. As always READ THE WARNINGS, and MINORS DNI, my work is strictly always 18+ and Iâm also not responsible for anyoneâs content consumption. Also, unrealistic but reader is 20+ in a private catholic college.
Summary:
A night out with friends after school leaves you tumbling the street of Hell's kitchen alone. Still in your shit school girl uniform brings the pervs out from the dark alleys, and the one and only hero Daredevil comes to your rescue. Now semi-sobered up, the masked man is now the reason your heart is pounding, and he can hear it. He can smell what he's doing to you just by being in your presence. He's just going to take you somewhere private, to protect you of course. Your teasing makes things take a bit of a turn, and Matt takes you in the one place he never thought he'd do such a thing. A church.
Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem reader
Word Count: 2,600+
Warnings: Smut, p in v, dirty talk, religious talk and symbolism, mature actions in a church, hair pulling, choking, heightened senses, no protection, legal age gap, pet names, lots of dirty talk
  You hiccuped stumbling the streets of Hell's Kitchen. A drunken smile plastered on your lips that didn't seem to leave as you thought about home. Missing your comfortable bed. Getting drinks with friends was fun, and easy because no one seems to care about an ID if you show some cleavage. Of course the shitty clerk wanted a number though. They always do.
  If the man just glanced at the patch on your button up shirt he'd notice it literally said Saint Mary's Private School. However, he couldn't even maintain eye contact so what's the shocker?
   Loud whistles startled you from your thoughts, looking left and right you figured they were for something or someone else. So you kept on moving, until the whistling started again. Yelling from behind you could be heard from miles. "Hey pretty girl, you lost?" "Need a ride home?" Those were the only two things you could fully make out. "Oh- I'm okay I'm going home." You tried your best to seem sober and get ready to run if they got any closer. "Saint Mary's hm? Do they know their students stay out past curfew to drink?" The tallest spoke up and moved closer. You stepped back slowly, with every step he took near. "I-I'm not- uhm..." your words got away from you. What did he even expect as a response? I mean come on...
  "Ah it's alright. This can be all of our secret. How about you come with me and we get some more drinks?" He seemed to be the leader, radiating confidence. Panic set in and before you knew it, bam flat on your ass. You were so upset with yourself and embarrassed. Horror movie mistake right here. Dumb girl tripping not even a minute in.
  Before you could scold yourself more, the street light above you went out with a crash. Like a rock was thrown at it, and it became nearly pitch black. The light wasn't doing much already. You screamed as arms scooped you up. A hand clamped over your mouth, and you were being carried bridle style. Being ran with in someone's arms. You began to thrash and fight him off with your life. A thud was heard and you were back on your ass with a thud.
"Hey hey hey, calm down, I'm daredevil. There were a lot of them, so I thought just getting you out of there was best. Are you okay?" The man with a black mask on his head asked. It looked like a scarf. "Sorry, y-yeah." You were catching your breath when you took the time to see who saved you. How his shirt hugged him, how deep his voice was, how plump his lips were. How could you be thinking about that at a time like this?
 Matt heard your heart race and was worried. What could be wrong? "Are you hurt at all?" He asked trying to figure out what the problem was. "Oh- uhm no. I think I maybe scraped my legs a bit but it's nothing." You were fumbling over your words and tense, that's when it hit him.
The sweet smell of your aching cunt, your thin panties and short skirt not doing much to contain your excitement. "They're still around, looking for us. Should be gone in half an hour at the most." He explained, trying to focus his senses elsewhere. "Okay, t-thank you so much. You really don't have to stay, you've done s-so much already." God you hoped he'd stay... "I rather be safe than sorry. It's no problem at all." While he was ready to sit in a comfortable silence, you were rather bored and interested. "What's your name Mr. Daredevil?" You asked, fidgeting with your skirt. He chuckled, "now why would I tell you that?" The slight shake of his head made you smile. "Was worth a shot. I'm Y/N." You giggled a bit, that lingering alcohol made you more confident, hoping to see under that mask by the end of the night.
"Well Y/N what are you doing out at this time of night all alone?" The tone was taunting. It made your cheeks heat up and smile grow, glad he likely couldn't see you with the thick layer of black cloth over his eyes. He could hear your heart beat quicken as the smell of your dripping cunt ever so lightly hit his sense of smell again. He inhaled deeper through his nose, desperate for more of that sweet sweet smell between your thighs, he could almost taste it. Fuck he really wanted to taste you...
"Was with friends, then poof, I was all alone, but now I'm alone with you sir." Something about the way you said the last word made his already semi hard cock throb in his pants.
"Sir? You're catholic aren't you kitten?" He asked and the nickname made your brows raise and cunt ache. The masked man seemed to notice as he smirked. Cocky bastard.
"Born and raised in the church, never missed a sunday, I'm a really good girl sir." Absolute filth. You attempted to sound as innocent as possible, but the intention behind your words was clear as seduction was thickly laced in your tone. "I'm having some trouble believing that." You admired his smile as the words fell from his lips. You furrowed your eyebrows, lips in a pout. "What's so hard to believe?" Your tone was playfully hurt, he could hear the smile in your voice.
"Well, for starters, something tells me good catholic girls aren't roaming the streets in hardly any clothing and drunk on a Saturday Night, and honey the way I can smell how wet your sweet little pussy is, now that's just sinful." He was standing before you now. Head tilting as he stood above you, smirk plastered on his lips still. Not faltering for a single moment,
"Cat got your tongue kitten? Then let me give your pretty little mouth something to do." You bit your lip harshly in excitement and overwhelming nerves as the masked man undid his pants.
Minutes into him fucking your mouth and you were an absolute train wreck. Body shaking, thighs drenched with your slick, no time like the present to ovulate I guess. Your eyes were puffy from how much crying you've been doing, mouth painfully aching as it stretches to take all of what he's giving you, your nose smashing into his pelvic bone again and again, hair tangled in his rough hands and your angelic whimpers and gags as you take him so well.
"Such a good girl, you were right. Taking me so well." He groaned and you were in absolute awe, everything about me this man absolutely mouth watering. Down to his core he was sinful. The way he smelled even was lustful. He had to have been sent by the Devil himself, with the way he was built like an absolute perfect God.
Before he finished in your mouth he pulled you off, your spit coating him and running down your chin. He tugged on your jaw, pulling you to your feet slowly. Your shaky legs almost giving in.
   "Want me to fuck you pretty girl?" He purred, one hand gently around your throat as the other slid up your skirt, feeling how wet you really were. "Use your words." The demand rather present in his tone. It felt as if something was blocking your words from leaving your lips, you were scared. No guy your age had made you feel anywhere close to this good and he's hardly touched you.
  "That's alright, I'll get you rambling again kitten." Before you could ask what he meant, his fingers slid past the thin lacy drenched material of your panties, rubbing your wetness all along your folds as his middle finger ran up and down the slit of your eager pussy.
   "So wet all for me? Bet you'd worship me huh? Already at a loss for words and I'm barely putting my finger tips on you sweet girl." Every word was taunting and left you beyond flustered, not to mention so incredibly horny. "Please." The word fell from your lips pathetically, you just wanted him so bad. No idea how much longer you can handle any of his teasing. Your eyes already beginning to water as you clench around nothing for probably the hundredth time.
  "Please what?" Then his fingers left you completely and you swear you've never felt so ruined. Beyond pathetic you began to babble pleas and whining for the complete stranger in front of you. Matt wanted to take his time with you, something so fragile, naive, helpless, sweet and angelic. He could practically hear that cross chain necklace around your neck. If only God could see his little saint now.
âPlease fuck me sir.â You whined, desperate for some contact or anything from him. Hell if he kept talking the way he did, while looking the way he did, you could definitely just make a mess in your panties from that alone.
As soon as the words left your mouth, he knew he lost control. Grabbing you by your hair, dragging you to the altar of the church. You had forgotten where the two of you were. Committing such sinful acts in such a holy place. You felt so dirty, your stomach slightly sinking but just for a moment before the devil himself tossed you onto the floor in front of wooden altar. A bible not even a foot away from where your knees landed.
âPray.â
You must have misheard him, heâs kidding. You let out a nervous chuckle and turned to face him. His face unreadable especially with his eyes being covered. He didnât seem to be joking though.
âYou want to be fucked donât you? Pray for it, and pray for forgiveness for making me have to deal with you being an absolute slut and taking care of your needs in a church of all places like the whore you are.â The harsh words sunk in, stinging a bit, but your body reacted much differently. Pussy flooding, dripping down your thighs and clenching, aching around nothing at his filthy words.
âDonât make me repeat myself, otherwise I wonât fuck you kitten. And we both donât want that now do we? Make sure to use your words this time.â The voice you heard was different from the same one that initially saved you earlier tonight. Deeper, darker and so full of pure lust.
âYes sir.â You eagerly responded, so desperate for the man before you. You interlocked your fingers, bowing your head, with closed eyes you began to pray. Shame and guilt nowhere to be found as your hormones consumed you.
âOur Father, who art in Heaven, please forgive me for I have sinned, and am about to continue to do so.â As you spoke, he began to pull you to your feet, making you pause. âDonât stop, make sure you pray for me too kitten.â He purred in your ear, bending you over the altar. Your eyes widening as you felt him flip up your skirt. Not wanting him to stop though, you continued.
âForgive us both for the sins we are about to commit, and how badly I want it. I need it.â The cold air against your pussy as he pulled your panties to the side made you gasp. Without warning, he pushed into you slowly making you dig your nails into the wood your face was being pressed into, one of his hands arching your back to his liking as he semi forced himself in. Regardless of how absolutely filthily wet you were, he was just too big to fit in with ease, but heâd make it fit.
âSay Amen now baby.â He demanded, sliding in and out extraordinarily slow. As soon as you parted your lips to speak he began to thrust into you wildly. Loud cries escaping you from the sudden sting ridden pleasure. No matter how hard you tried to quiet yourself, biting your lip, holding a hand over your mouth, nothing could keep the noises he drew from you down. You felt so filthy being fucked so brutally in such a place. The smallest pinch of guilt rose as you could almost feel the eyes of a Jesus statue across the room peering into your soul, but part of you liked that. How crude the acts you were committing were. Matt groaned as you clenched around him, his noises were Godly.
âHow cute, youâre being torn apart by the Devil in a church kitten. And here you are loving every second. Gushing all over my cock with that pretty little pussy, if only your God could see you now Angel.â The praises and demeaning words had you whining, not sure if you wanted to hear more or for him to stop because you really loved every word that left his mouth.
âOh God! Please donât stop!â Interesting choice of words. Matt smiled as he was pounding away into you, releasing all his rage and frustrations into your abused hole. His orgasm close by already, having your mouth just been wrapped around him not long before.
âGod? I can be that for you too Angel. Just call me sir for now pretty girl.â You felt as if youâd explode. So overwhelmed with pleasure youâve never felt before, not quite like this, such an intense orgasm building and youâre right at the edge of it. Your stomach in absolute impossible endless knots, you didnât even realize it until the salty taste hit your lips but you were sobbing. Such pleasure being foreign you couldnât handle it.
âAw youâre doing so good for me kitten, such a good little slut, all dumb on my cock, just drink on it arenât you baby? Make a mess on it for me Angel. Put on a show for your God, show him what a dirty girl you are.â His words had you, if you werenât about to cum before, you surely would now. Instantly once he stopped talking fluids came rushing out of you, squirting all over his cock and the tile floor. Your body trembling as he fucked you senseless through your orgasm, reaching his as your walls spasmed around his already close and sensitive cock.
His cum filling you up past the brim, a mixture of your fluids now in the tile before he even pulled out. Your bodies just stilling for a moment as you enjoyed the sensation of him emptying himself into you, and you being so incredibly warm and full inside.
A gasp and whine left from you as he slid out, his cum slipping out of you almost immediately as there was so much of it. Your legs gave out on you, and Matt had to grab you and hold your still shaking body steady. A smirk on his face from how he left you.
âYouâre gonna need a lifetime of hail maryâs and never missing another Sunday of church again to be forgiven for that Angel.â A rather wide cocky grin adored his face, âmy name is Matt by the way.â
Damn are you happy to have shitty friends right now.
(I have never done something like this before, enjoy!)
Tonight was movie night for Eddie and you, it happened once a week and neither of you would miss it. It was your turn to host and pick the movie and you of course picked a horror one. âScreamâ was your favorite movie and you were about to introduce Eddie to it. âListen this is one of the best horror movies to be made, I donât want to hear any complaints coming from you.â Eddie was a picky movie watcher, always putting in his two cents when you never asked. You put the movie on and snuggled up real close to him. âJust try and enjoy this one, okay?â He nodded his head and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
The opening sequence of the movie was playing and you kept looking over to Eddieâs face, trying to read it. Ghostface appeared on screen and it was as if a lightbulb turned on. âWait,â you got up and paused the movie before turning back to Eddie. âI have a thought..â
randomly threw this pic together dnt judge hes wearing the full black outfit in the pic i just wanted to make a visual of him holding the mask :p
this has blood and talks of murder and violence so if thatâs not your thing do not read it. this is kinda scary! also i have never read a ghostface au fic before so sorry if itâs not how it usually goes idk !!!! :(
minors dni or there will be a spider on your bed
you both knew what eddie did in his spare time.
he liked to pretend you didnât know, you liked to pretend you didnât know. but you both knew.
perhaps he liked the secrecy. your best bet was that he kept it quiet to keep you safe, like he was some kind of superhero. he even would go as far as to tell you to stay safe, call him when you get home, all the theatrics â stating âtheres that slasher goinâ about. cops havenât caught him yet. need my girl to be safe.â with a tickle under your chin as he used his other hand to inhale from his cigarette. âhim? howâd you know itâs a him?â youâd respond, and to which heâd change the subject. like clockwork. eddie was a good liar, storytelling was what he does for fun during his more wholesome hours, but you knew him. you knew things hadnât been the same since he came back from the upside down during the hawkins tragedy.
it was sad really. he was good. sure he stole and swore and ditched classes and smokedâ but he was good. his uncle wayne could vouch for him, you could vouch for him. but the odds were never in his favourâ just like the devastating outcomes in his complicated dnd campaignsâ it was almost like he was doomed from the start. the town hated eddie. they said he was the face of the satanic panic uprising, he was influencing young minds towards satanism and bad behaviour. it didnât ever seem to break his spirit before, but with the trauma that flooded him within the next few weeks, seeing the things he saw and surviving what seemed to be a near impossible self sacrifice fighting killer bats for a town that hated himâ all for them to shun him post return. to tell him he was lucky the cops were so busy dealing with the destruction of hawkins to deal with gathering evidence to situate him under arrest. it was all for nothing.
so something in him just flipped. he thought fuck it â if thatâs how they want to paint me, who am i to go against an artists paintstroke? his hands burned hot with revenge when hawkins began to recuperateâ houses under repair and the town slowly building itself back up over the months. you donât get to act like nothing happened. you donât get to act like you didnât destroy me.
he kept the act up for you, bless his heart. he was still your cuddly, jolly eddie that makes an amazing mac and cheese and would ask you to embroider his denim jacket with something small in pink thread to feel like he was taking you with him everywhere. but, you knew he was up to something. maybe it was the random evenings that heâd disappear for an hour or soâ any other girl mightâve thought he was sneaking around with someone else, but that wasnât even on the cards and plus no girl wanted to risk getting caught with eddie munson. maybe it was the fact he was actually doing his laundryâ A LOT â anytime youâd come round to his trailer youâd be accompanied by the soft thumping sound of the rickety old washing machine, a mess of void-like black material covering the soapy circular window each time. maybe you were just that intuitive.
tensions had started to build when you carelessly swung his closet open for a shirt to sleep in and was confronted by a large white mask resembling a ghost staring back at you, causing you to jump back with a yelp. your heart pounded because you knew what it meant, you knew it was a disguise. the news reportings of these sudden gruesome murders hadnât been able to provide any physical description of the killer yetâ but a masked killer was the oldest trick in the book. you could nearly scoff at itâs irony, but youâd swallow it thickly down like a dry pill when your brain would intrusively suggest that you could be next on his list. the thought was extinguished pretty much as soon as it arrived, and you smushed it like a flame between two licked fingers. eddie couldnât kill you, that you believed in. however, seeing as your high school bully who made your life hell was the first to go â it was clear that he could kill for you.
âeddieâ why would you have that hanging right there. it scared me.â you pout, hand clutching your chest over your white dress as eddie arrived briskly at the doorway to his bedroom, fingertips curling around the doorframe as he swung himself insideâ his eyes only widening for a millisecond before regulating himself walking over to you.
âah, shit. sorry baby â dug up an old halloween costume, was thinking of scaring one of the hellfire boys.â he joined your side, a hand on your shoulder as you stared at it hanging in the closet together. you turned to him with wide glassy eyes and you shared a long lookâ one that was unreadable to the naked eyeâ but telepathically read as âi love you, but iâm so onto you.â the skepticism was mutual as he stared back with wide brown puppy dog eyes that could only belong to someone innocent.
âit frightened me.â you repeat, and wrapped your arms around his waist pulling yourself in for a hug. you wondered if he knew you were simply just pressing your ear to his chestâ you wondered if he too could feel his heart thumping at a million miles per hour. this went unmentioned.
within the next few days, more bodies were being surfaced. head injuries, knife wounds, strangulationâ all coincidentally men that were notorious around hawkins for being terrible peopleâ and you were almost impressed at how there was no evidence left, ever. the two of you would sit together on his couch, his living area smokey and humidâ tv screen glowing in the late sunset. honestly, he seemed really fucking relaxed. he was barely paying attention, occasionally glancing up at the news anchor, cigarette hanging out his mouth as his hands were occupied with painting a small dnd figurine. you were sat right beside him, quietly biting your nails. the gentle hands tending to small painted details with a thin paintbrush were capable of those monstrosities? you didnât think so. maybe you were paranoid, maybe you were wrong all along. maybe the dark red staining beneath his thumbnail was paint. maybe you were happier when you didnât believe it.
he drove you home not long after, jolly as ever â telling you that maybe heâd swing by later on to stay the night, not wanting you to be alone with your parents out of town whilst there was a killer on the loose. for now though, he said he needed to make some deliveries to some clients and pick up some more weed from his supplier. an alibi, you thought as he pulled into your drive.
âbe safe alright baby? lock the doors. iâm serious.â he frowned, arm resting on your seat as you stared up at him from the passenger side of his van. you didnât say anything, almost like you were waiting for him to give himself away. âboo!â he yelled lurching at you causing you to jump back with a squeal. he laughed good naturedly, pulling you in for a kiss. âyouâll be fine. love you.â he muttered against your lips.
he watched you walk up to your front door and close it before he head off, leaving you in an empty house alone with your thoughts.
10:28PM
if eddie wasnât here by now, there was a chance he probably wasnât coming. he did this sometimes. eddie was a weirdly sociable person, and if he really was making deliveries like he claimed â knowing him he would have stopped to talk to his regulars, and then maybe even ended up smoking and hanging out with his supplier. he was a likeable guy from those who actually gave him the time of day and didnât think he killed that cheerleader, chrissy cunningham. that you were sure he didnât do, infact you were with him when she rose up into the airâ but thatâs a story for another day.
you sat watching tv, actually pretty calm. you were wearing your comfy little pj shorts and a blue tank top without a braâ happy to know you could head off to bed whenever you were done snacking on the couch eating mini chocolate pretzels and watching corny beach movies.
your house phone rang. unusual considering the time, but not unheard of. however, you were not met with a greeting, or even familiarity. you were just met with haggard breathing.
âhello?â you asked, leaning on your hip as you dug some pretzel out of your back tooth, leaning the phone on your shoulder against your ear.
no response, just more breathing.
âhello? iâm not sure you meant to dial this house.â you spoke again, assuming it was probably some old man who was confused by the technology of a telephone. the breathing continued, and just as you were about to press the phone back into its holder on the wall, a voice sounded.
âwhy would such a clever girl keep her curtains open wide at nighttime. donât you know thereâs a killer on the loose?â
the voice sounded frazzled, like it was coming through on one of the kids walkie talkies that they were always shouting down. you swallowed, head snapping towards the window as a dog barkedâ blood pumping so loudly and so suddenly in your ears that you could barely think.
âyou have the wrong number.â your voice trembled and you slammed the phone back onto the wall. it couldnât be who you thought it was. you were wrong, he was making deliveries. so who was watching you? who the fuck was watching you?
it didnât take much to frazzle your brain with fear, with trying to catch your breath from being called out, your blood pumping in your ears, and there was a dog barking repeatedly, uncared for. the phone rang again, shrill and sudden. the dog was still barking. you needed to shut your curtains. that damn dog was still barking.
against all better judgement you opened the door, bare feet on cold wet grass from the sprinklers. you followed the sound of the dog, the screaming of the phone inside fading as you walked through the night air. the dog sounded distressed, desperate, like a warning and you picked up your pace along your front yard. despite your efforts to find the animal in distress, you heard the dog scramble off down the dark street to another house. you stepped backâ coming back to yourself from your panic induced adrenaline haze and you took another step back in retreat. there was a moment of silence and peace, the phone was no longer ringing and the night air actually cooled you down in a pleasant way. then, an autumn leaf crunched under a bootâ and a figure stepped out from behind the tree on your lawn. black hood drawn, long black coat. a flash of white beneath the hood.
you bolted for the door.
their boots squelched loudly behind you, telling you they ran for it too. it was a wet squelching sound like they were running through thick mud. you screamed as they were faster than you and your mouth was covered by a gloved hand, dragging you insideâ slamming the door shut and shoving you up against a wall. you thrashed, tears spilling down your cheeks, and the glove hand raised â but not for violence, to yank the white mask off.
eddie munson, your boyfriend, stood before you, wide eyed and panting. an offended look on his flabbergasted face like you had been the one to chase him.
âjesusâ shh, shh. are you trying to get us caught? cmon baby.â he held his hands up near to your face incase he had to cover your mouth again when you let out a shocked sob. why were you shocked? you knew. you both knew you knew.
âyouâreâŠyouâŠâ you tried to string together words. you werenât as scared now, weirdly â despite the fact you were pretty sure there was a machete of some kind strapped to his outer thigh digging into your own.
âyou knew.â he rolled his eyes, swallowing wetly as he finally caught up with his breath. âyou knew, sweetheart. you donât have to pretend for me. the reason i actually came by was because i wanted to make sure you werenât tailing me or something. needed you safely away from it all, âya know?â he gestured with his hand. you shook your head in shock, brain trying to catch up with your mouth.
âtailing you?â you breathlessly scrunched your eyes.
âerâ yeah. like following me. i knew youâd caught onto me, i just didnât want you playing little miss investigatorâalrightâ if you ever got caught in the crossfire ofâŠwhat i do, i wouldnât be able to live with myself. iâ i wouldnât.â he explained, and there was almost a desperate plea to his tone, begging you to understand his point of you. begging you to stay.
âno, iâve been here eddie. like you told me to. whilst you were what i thought was making deliveries, hell i was even waiting for you to maybe join me.â you angrily shoved at his chest, lip quivering again with another pout, more tears threatening to spill.
âshh, shh. donât start that. youâre lucky i did come by. i told you to stay inside, i would think a clever girl like you would have atleast kept your curtains closedâ let alone had the sense not to walk outside towards potential danger.â he sarked, seeming equally annoyed making your jaw drop in exasperation.
âyou. are. the. potential danger!â you hit his chest again, but this time within a blink of an eye your arms were pinned above your head against the wall.
âi said donât start. cmon, sweetheart. youâre usually my good girl. whatâs all this, hm?â he frowned, his hot breath fanning over your wet cheeks, oddly cooling them. he leant down a little more to look at you from eye level, forcing you to lock eyes with him. he looked sympathetic, caring, like he could drop everything right this second to take care of you. you hate how submissive you were to him. you hate that even now you could feel your shorts dampening, that hazy feeling creeping in just from the way he had you pinned. âhm?â he repeated again softly when you had no answer.
âlove you eddie. just scared.â your voice dropped into a whine, huffing out your nose when he pressed soft kisses along your jawline.
âi know baby. i love you too. itâs just me, always been just me. youâre never in danger when iâm around, you got that?â he matched your tone, eyes glassy himself as he rest his forehead against yours, panting into each others mouth. he slowly lowered your arms and took your face in his hands. âlet me show you, pretty girl. sâjust me.â he sighed against your lips before pressing them against yours, letting you melt into itâ you felt yourself get more excited and aroused as the kiss deepened. he had a way of making you feel so small and safeâ and now he was looming over you dressed all in black taking up all the space in your hallway you couldnât help how you felt. he pressed a thigh between your legs and you gyrate softly against it moaning past his lips.
the sound of your own moan woke you up, and you were filled yet again with sickening guilt. he was killing people. taking real lives and you were eating it up. you were gonna let him fuck you. you were gonna keep his dirty secret.
he pulled away, feeling your cheek grow wet again from tears and was quick to wipe them with his thumb.
âbaby.â he sighed softly.
âi canât even look at you right now.â you sniffled, voice so sad and heartbroken but your body betrayed youâ nipples hard and already having dampened his thigh through your shorts. he withdrew, leaning down to pick up the mask he dropped to access his hands before.
âthen donât.â he said rather simply, pulling the mask over his head. he stood there for a moment, letting you see him in his entirety. this was probably the last thing so many people saw before they were killed and yetâŠ
âyou shouldnât have gone outside sweet girl. yâknow, mâprobably gonna have to punish you for that.â he ran the back of his finger against your stiff nipple through your shirt making you shiver. âi can do it when things areâŠback to normal if youâd like.â he offered kindly. âor⊠i can do it like this.â
you were just as sick as him.
with a second just to stare at him, wet eyes blinking in a tranceâ you pulled your straps down, pulling off your tank top and dragging your shorts down your legs before kicking them away. when you did so, you saw the bloody footprints he had left along your glossy wooden floorâ so thatâs what that squelching sound was â you thought, and tucked away a mental note to clean that, and everything tomorrow morning.
he watched you, still as a statue as you stripped before you were staring up at him naked. he was taller than usual by a few inches, wearing boots that provided more height probably to throw off any estimates about his physical description if there had been any witnesses. this made him impossibly more intimidating, and made you impossibly more wet.
he eventually held out a gloved hand and you took it in your own trembling one, and he lead you through to the living room, sitting himself down in your fathers beloved arm chair. you gulped, praying that he wasnât staining anything with blood. he spread his thighs wide and you stood between them, staring down at the devastated white face of the mask.
âyou know what to do.â he hummed, and you assumed the position across his lapâ ass lifted a little by his knee, bare mound smushed against it temptingly. you pressed your cheek into the soft arm of the chair, wiping some tears. âyou remember the safe word right, sweetie?â
âyes. red.â you shivered. he paused, and you assumed it was to grin judging by the jovial tone of his voice when he next spoke.
âmy favourite colour.â
your ass was bruised by the time he was done, and he wrapped you up in his covered arms, the masked killer cradling you as you let out a few left over cries, pussy as drenched as your tear stained cheeks. the shiny fake leather of his gloves graced your chin and then your bottom lipâ the tips of his fingers slotting in ever so slightly.
âbite for me, angel.â he reminded and you did, letting him slide his hand out of the glove before grabbing it from between your teeth and shoving it into his snug pocket. he couldnât afford to leave anything behind. now sat on his lap, facing the same way as him. his bare hand was clammy from the glove as it grabbed your bare tit, massaging it before dragging his finger lightly down the centre of your chest, dipping lower and lower as you squirmed and spread your legs wider.
âyou took that so well, sweetheart. always such a good girl for me arenât you?â his voice was only slightly muffled by the mask, and your brain was pretty much a ball of submissive mush by nowâ whimpering out an âmhmâ in response as thatâs all you could manage.
âbeen extra brave today. my brave girl. not scared of anything huh.â he widened your thighs with his other gloved handâ his bare one ghosting over your exposed clit and skimming over your folds making you whine. he chuckled, shoulders shaking behind where you lay against jolting you slightly. âbe patient now, pretty princess.â he was grinning againâ and only eddie could find it in him to grin at a time like this as he began rubbing agonisingly slow circles into your clit. âthats right.â he whispered, but more to himself.
after torturing your clit, he was easing his thick fingers inside, making you grind your hips against them, panting inside his mask himself. âyou know, i considered myself traditionally more of a unlikely hero. i used to be anyway.â he spoke low, the vibrations reverberating off the mask as he fucked you with his fingers. âbut it doesnât matter what i am. you love me regardless, my trusting little angel.â his words seemed to be hypnotising you, as if drawing you closer and closer to your climax. you clenched hard around his soaked fingers as you moaned loudly, more and more high pitched as time passed. speak more. i need to hear your voice to cum, you thoughtâ despite the nature of his words. âyou went from my damsel in distress to my helpless little victim, ainât that funny.â he purred through grit teeth and you were cumming. the sounds emitting from down below and from your throat were obscene, creaming against his fingers as you whine incoherentlyâ only seeing stars as you were hit with a million constellations in your vision, each baring a new realisation about yourself and how much you fucking liked this.
âupstairs. need to fuck you right now.â he was practically groaning, stiff cock pressing up against his pants as he hurried you off his lap onto incredibly shaky legs. you nearly stumbled, still recovering and you dashed for the stairs, clambering up them and crying out in dazed fear when you turned around half away up them to see him stalking after you in the mask. he looked so fucking scary like this, so big and dangerous like he could start sprinting at you at any given second. the thought made you run to your bedroom and switch on the warm familiar light of your lamp, waiting for him with baited breath and a stammering heart.
he arrived at your door, barely standing out as he stood in the dark hallway and you couldnât even put on a brave face as you sat naked and tiny at the edge of your bed. god, you probably looked terrifiedâ you thought. god, he probably loved that.
he was a vast contrast to your all pink interior as he stepped inside, closing the door behind him as if it mattered. he walked slowly, all urgency from downstairs gone for a moment as he took in the sight of you. your tear stained cheeks, your naked chest rising and falling with each tremor of breath, a glimpse of light catching on the slick of mess youâd made between your thighs. he could just eat you up.
he said nothing. the black eyeholes of the mask bore into you as his gloved hand stroked over your head like he always does, coming round to cup your cheek. you stared up at him with so much love and obedience that he wasnât sure how much of this act he had left in him. you continued staring up at him, running your hands up his covered thighs, taking note of the straps on either one with knife holders pressed tautly to him, one big and one small. you fluttered your lashes as you stroked his hard cock in his pants and he bucked into your hand, letting you thumb where the tip would be and grind your palm against him.
without warning, he slotted his hands beneath your arms and threw you backwards further up the bed. you bounced on your back with a gasp as he crawled up the bed on his knees, hands coming up to undo his belt. you sat up on your elbows to watch him, not wanting to miss a thing â and once he was kneeling between your spread legs he yanked his mask up, letting it rest on top of his head, pulling his bangs off his face.
he was sweating under there, top lip glowing with perspiration as he yanked you towards him with an ungloved hand around your throat, kissing you hungrily.
âmy beautiful girl. what in the fuck did i do to deserve all this. fuck me.â he grazed your slightly drool covered chin with his thumb as he looked at you, pupils practically covering his whole eye. how could he be so domineering and yet so bursting with love and affection that he couldnât help but let it seep out? you cupped his cheek, and for a second his eyes showed remorse. they were regretful, animating scenes in his mind where he tried just a little harder to prove himself to hawkinsâ so then he could live a normal life with you.
but this is how things were going to be now. and you had come to terms with it quicker than you thought you would. infact, you understood.
âshow me how scary you can be. âcan handle it.â you whispered weakly before pulling his mask back down. his shoulders squared and his cock jumped in its confines in excitement. he pulled it out, then pinning your arms roughly to the bed when you tried to touch it.
âdidnât i tell you earlier to be fucking patient?â he threatened and you nodded with wide eyes and a whimper before he pushed your legs up lining himself up at your entrance.
âsluts donât get scared.â he mumbled, before shoving his length into you. he was big, and your jaw hung open everytime at the stretch, but despite his mean attitude he was quick to stroke your throbbing clit somewhat soothingly as he began pounding into you.
by this point, your legs were over his shouldersâ stretched out as heâd milked four orgasms out of your poor sensitive pussy by abusing your little button repeatedly and throwing praise and degradation at youâ muddling your brain until you could barely keep your eyes open.
âpleaseâ please eddie. need you. need tâ kiss you. need my eddie.â you cried, hoarse from moaning and he slowed a little, taking pity on you as he removed the mask once more for good. he kissed you, wet tongue massaging your own as his soaked cock continued to keep a rhythm, hitting up against that spongy spot making you clench hard around him.
âfuckâ pretty girl. gonna cum. youâre gonna give me one more, okay? gonna do it together, thatâs a good girl.â he dropped his head into your shoulder as you cried out weakly but complied, squeezing hard at the dull and yet explosive throbbingâ painted toes in the air clenched tightly as his warm seed spilled inside you.
youâre probably wondering if you regret enabling him once the orgasm had subsided, and you were laying there in his arms. you didnât.
he was still your eddie. he was good, you swore it. thatâs just what heâd do in his spare time.
â authorâs note: i wants ari to fuck me so hard i lose all of my senses. that is all :) [you have no permission to copy/repost my work]
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âThis tight little pussy struggles to take me, doesnât she?â his deep voice sending shivers through your weak form. The words arent helping much either. The filthy way he talks about you has you clenching on his cock. âSo small, but a perfect fit. Takes everything I gives her,â he groans when you constrict his length again, continuing his brutal pace.
âThis tight little pussy struggles to take me, doesnât she?â his deep voice sending shivers through your weak form. The words arent helping much either. The filthy way he talks about you has you clenching on his cock. âSo small, but a perfect fit. Takes everything I gives her,â he groans when you constrict his length again, continuing his brutal pace.
âThis tight little pussy struggles to take me, doesnât she?â his deep voice sending shivers through your weak form. The words arent helping much either. The filthy way he talks about you has you clenching on his cock. âSo small, but a perfect fit. Takes everything I gives her,â he groans when you constrict his length again, continuing his brutal pace.
The smell of sex emanated around the room. Warming the cream walls with your shared arousal. Those same walls tried and failed to contain the onslaught of noises coming from your bodies, a fact your neighbours despised. Today was no better than usual, it was all you could hear. The slapping of skin, the wet sound coming from where you were joined.
You could still taste him.
Work had visibly been rough. He had a meeting and his tie was holding on loosely around his neck, the first few buttons of the crisp white shut undone. The messy hair was unfortunately not because of you using it as handles as he buries himself between your thighs, but instead his own stress personified. This morning it was combed back and he looked edible, but when he walked through the door it was concealing his face slightly.
It was a quick decision you made, one second of seeing him like that, pouring himself a whiskey and heaving a deep sigh. One minute you were sitting on the sofa and the next you were on your knees waiting. Just like how he knew your limits, you knew his. Understanding exactly when he needed to fuck the stress out when he needed to use you.
You hated seeing him stressed, but it really fucking turned you on.
He was rough then, too. Exactly how he needed it, you let him use you and have control which allowed you to just enjoy it yourself.
When Ari gets stressed, he tends to let loose at home more. Like itâs his consolation prize for putting up with his shitty associates. That usually means you get to hear his moans more unobstructedly.
And fuck are his moans something. Theyâre deep from his chest, getting caught in his throat when you pay special attention to the head of his weeping cock. Or taking one of his balls in your mouth. The little noises he canât stop have you grinding down into nothing.
Your throat ached, the imprint of his cock still there. Making itself at home. It made you clench around him now, just the memory of his flushed face contorting as you licked and sucked all the places you knew hit him hardest. Well, made him weakest.
Moans and whines slipped from his pink lips and they only added to your own arousal. Panties dripping with each curse or prayer he let out.
And now it was your turn.
He said he wanted to show you how beautiful you are. How much he loves his perfect little housewife.
You donât think youâll ever get used to him calling you his wife normally, but when you found out he had a housewife kink? It awakened something in you too. Not only did it mean that you were his and he as yours, officially, but it was so fucking hot to see him go feral when you did something as simple as wear an apron.
Youâd given up on wearing panties in the house, too many had been shredded by your big, burly husband.
His feet are on the floor, with you in his lap, as he sits across from the massive floor to ceiling mirror. Itâs incredible and makes your brain short circuit but heâs lifting you up and down on his cock. He makes it look so easy like this is nothing to him- which it probably isnât.
Too many times youâve been caught nearly drooling at the size of his arms, which he loves to wrap around your neck.
But you are powerless to do anything but feel all of the pleasure heâs giving you. Sitting you down over and over on his big, hard cock, letting you whimper and whine all you like, easily getting overwhelmed at the feeling of it stretching your cunt so delcioously.
And whilst youâre barely conscious, eyes glazed over in pleasure, your husband is having no such problem. Seemingly unaffected as he just stares at your reflection. Watching you.
âSee how pretty you are for me, sunshine?â he murmurs between pecking kisses on your neck, not a hint of strain in his voice. At your little pained whimper, he chuckles, âYou going dumb on my cock? Too big for you?â
And it feels so good. He hits all the right spots and says all the right things and he knows. He can feel you contract at his words; he can see your eyes roll back, he knows. What he loves is you desperately shaking your head at the insinuation that you canât take him, caught up in the pleasure but you still know what you want.
One of his hands leaves your hips, letting you swivel and grind against him for a moment. It traipses up your chest to your nipples, pulling until your crying out and arching into him. He pays both attention, making them taught and tight and heâs pulling at your strings like a puppet and its master.
âPlease Ari, make me come,â you moan, lifting your head off of his shoulder and meeting his eyes. Theyâre dark, almost all pupil and heâs watching you.
Keeping eye contact you start grinding harder and reaching a hand down to your clit. Impossibly, his eyes darken even further. Almost daring you to make yourself come.
When heâs gone you can barely do it by yourself, heâs had you trained well before your marriage. But now, with him eyeing you with an air of challenge, for a moment, you think you could. But itâs futile and you both know it.
âGo on sunshine,â he mocks with a smirk. Your fingers feel good but somethingâs missing. The next sentence is said with a pout at the pathetic mess you are, âAw, canât do it yourself? Need Daddy to make you feel good?â
You huff, like a baby, but youâre not too proud not to beg. In fact, you love how it affects him.
âPlease Daddy, need your help. Need you.â you gaze at him with teary, wide eyes and wait for him to crack.
And itâs moments like this when you remember that however much power, he has over you, it goes both ways. You play him like an instrument, and heâd have it no other way. You may be his Achilles heel but you make him strong.
He moves your body like a ragdoll until youâre on your knees in front of the mirror. And he starts thrusting again, only this time he pulls your body up and wraps a hand around your neck.
âLook at my pretty little wife, Iâm gonna fill you up but youâre going to soak my cock first? Ok?â
âYes! Yes, Daddy wanna come for you,â you gasp around his hand.
And he knows how bad you want that from the desperation licking your words, so when he squeezes and you can feel the distinct outline of his wedding ring on your neck, you come. Giving him clearance to do exactly as he promised. He fills you up with a moan muffled into your neck. Itâs warm and feels addictive. Another way for him to claim you.
In the reflection you can see him, he towers over you even on his knees and you both look sinful. Like an illicit painting, beautiful but illegal. To be behind bars, but viewed.
You canât help but fall in love with him a little more. He looks so beautiful. Long, sandy locks cascaded over his flushed face. The sunlight peeking through the curtains glints on the gold promise around his finger and when he looks at you with those ocean blue eyes, you feel really fucking lucky that heâs yours.
âI love you,â you whisper to him. You both look into each otherâs eyes and you watch his face change, smiling or smirking slightly before replying.
âI love you too.â A moment passes of just the two of you sharing a loving glance. But of course, he ruins it by placing his lips right next to your ear and whispering, âHow about we go make breakfast, and while you eat that Iâll eat youâ and he spanks your pussy, smiling at how your legs shake.
He is insatiable, you think with a laugh. And then you blush because you know youâll let him have you any and every way he can come up with.
ah okay todays friday and iâm feeling drummer!tasm!peter with the prompt âi want you knowâ but hear me out pouty needy reader says it to him whilst heâs practicing and heâs like cool you wanna do this now weâll do this now and overstimulates her with some cute fluffy after care
(FEEL FREE TO SCRAP THAT IDEA AND SO WHAT YOU WANT!!)
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i think u meant âi want you nowâ?
join my 700 celebration !!
peterâs large hands were wrapped around his drumsticks, the wooden sticks making contact with the drums to create a beautiful sound.
you usually love watching him play, but now all you could focus on was his hand wrapped around your throat instead. your thigh, keeping your hands behind you back while heâd fuck you from behind.
âpeter,â your voice was shaky, having being needy without release for so long. your boyfriend looks to you with worry, somehow able to hear your fragile voice over the loud instrument. âi want you.â
his worried, slight puppy eyes, turned dark, lustful when he beckoned you over by patting his thigh. you skip towards him quickly, sitting yourself on his thigh. a smirk was etched on his face as his hands ran down your sides, marveling at your figure.
his tongue darts out to wet his lips, âyou wanna do this now?â his voice was teasing, causing a pout to set on your lips. you knew by his tone you werenât getting what you wanted. at least not right away.
he grips your face when you donât respond, repeating his question. âyes, sir,â you squeal, your boyfriend letting out a chuckle in approval. he lets go of you with a light tap to your cheek, standing you up.
âcanât believe you,â he tsks, laying you over his lap despite your squeaks of surprise. âneedy girl, have to interrupt my practice.â
âwe can do it later peteââ
âno, you wanna do this now, letâs do it now,â peter cuts you off, running a hand over your clothed ass. he lifts your skirt a little to slide your panties off, letting his calloused hand run along your soft skin before landing a slap right where the ghost of his softer touch was.
you holt forward at the sting, mewling when he left kisses along the already red skin. his fingers dip down to your pussy, sliding through your folds to collect some of your wetness.
âlook atâya,â he pulls your head up by your hair, forcing his hand into your line of sight before shoving it into your mouth. he removes his digit from your lips, a sadistic chuckle leaving his lips at your whine of protest.
he plunges his finger into you, pumping it in and out quickly, adding another almost immediately. you were a moaning mess just because of his fingers, fueling his ego even more.
âah! pete, mâ gonna cum!â you squeal, desperately holding on to his leg. he lets out a menacing chuckle,
âalready? weâve barely even started,â your brain was too foggy to recognize the tone of his voice, and the meaning of his words.
you were stuck in his hold for the next hour, the boy releasing all his stress onto your pussy until you were sobbing and digging your nails into his thighs.
you felt yourself being pulled off of him, in the familiar hazy mindset thanks to your boyfriend.
peter wipes the tears from your eyes and cups your face, pressing a kiss to your lips and nose. âwas i too rough?â
you shake your head, wiggling out of his grasp just to adjust yourself in his lap and bury your head in his shoulder. the boy chuckles, the vibrations of his chest comforting you. âlet me clean up and we can go home and getâya cleaned.â
summary: you and eddie fuck your anger out on eachother
warnings:enemies to fucking, hate sex, lots of degrading uses, of âbitch, whore, slut, fuck toyâ lots of i fucking hate youâs, blow job, oral sex fem recieving, unprotected p in v, (irl wrap it :/), lots of dirty talk, ANGSTTTTTT, jealous eddie, angry eddie, eddie being an asshole at the end. i think thats it. (please do not read if any of this would offend you, itâs the last thing i want to do.)
4.3k words of filth.Â
authors note: reblogging and feedback is appreciated, please donât just like :/ i am planning on making this a series if this one does good ;) so please leave some feedbackkkk okay bye ily hope u enjoy.Â
everyone in hawkins high knew you and eddie hated eachother, ever since freshman year you were the new kid and became popular very quickly, you were the exact same as eddie, same clothing, same hair, same interests and yet he was the freak and you were the queen of hawkins high, and he hated you for that, and you hated him because he made your life a living hell.
he would try and make your life as miserable as possible, telling you that an assignment was due one week from now but actually it was due last night, mispronounce your name, and embarrassing you in front of all your friends, embarrassing you in front of your family, just basically making a fool out of you 24/7.
he was the worst possible human in the world and you could not stand him. everytime you saw him you would roll your eyes and he would flip you off, itâs just that, you hated him, and he hated you, and everyone knew that, so when your teacher paired you up for an upcoming project together everyone gasped and awaited both of your reactions to this new information.
Summary: Itâs just another day at work as Lloydâs intern.
Word Count: around 1K
Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Not Betaâd, RPF. SMUT! This is dark. Read at your own risk. As you know, Lloyd is a prick. Reader has issues. Employer/Employee imbalance of power, degradation kink, references to choking during sex, revenge porn, sex made public without consent, nipple play, rough sex, fingering, clit slapping, p in v, cum play, implied oral (m receiving). Just pwp.
A/N: This is in response to a challenge from muse @maroonsunrise83. She just says a word and I go. đ€
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Lloyd was admiring his bicep as he did his curls and looked up, expecting you to be doing the same.
Instead, you were taking selfies and posting on social media.
You didnât think that it would be a problem, since he said that he wanted you to sit there and look hot, so you were documenting the fact.
Lloyd loudly put the barbell down, stood up, and grabbed your unoccupied hand, dragging you down the hall to the bedroom.
âI-â
âShut up and keep scrolling. Better yet, record a video.â
But you dropped your phone as he pulled your new Ivy Park workout top over your head and threw you on the bed.
âPick. The fucking phone up. And record.â
Lloydâs menacing tone was harsh, but you smirked and did as you were told, documenting him stripping off his Moncler muscle shirt.
âNot my face.â
His rude growl only turned you on as did his menacing advance. You made sure only to document his body.
He lay down beside you and looked into your eyes.
âNow use your photography skillsâŠâ
He smirked under his mustache.
âTo capture what my mouth does. Get that perfect shot.â
Lloyd was mocking you now.
And his mouth descended on your nipple, sucking it roughly into his mouth, laving it with his tongue. You moaned and moved to grab his hair, and about to forget your phone.
âAh ah ah,â said Lloyd around your nipple.
âTake your fucking pictures. Drop that phone and I kick your ass out on the street.â
With that, he grabbed your other breast and started rolling and pinching that nipple.
You tried to keep recording, because Lloyd was paying you a lot to be his âintern,â his dick game was A+, and you might have been starting to catch feelings despite him being a trash human.
Lloyd was doing such a good job that you were ruining the $200 thong which was part of your work uniform, but you managed to keep your camera trained on what his mouth was doing. This would make a great video to watch later.
You were doing okay, until Lloyd shoved his hands down your leggings. You slammed your legs together, which earned a pinch on your thigh, sure to leave a bruise.
It only made you wetter. Lloyd pulled off your nipple with a pop.
âOpen your fucking legs.â
Your legs readily fell open, giving Lloyd access to your most private parts. His fingers parted the plump lips of your cunt only to find you quite slippery.
Lloyd gave you a demented smile.
âOh, you fucking little slut. Youâre so wrapped up in yourself instead of doing your JOB, which is me, that youâre wet at this. You little whore. Open those fucking legs wider.â
You followed orders and Lloyd delivered three sound slaps to your clit as he started to bite and suck your nipple again.
Lloydâs depraved words and the erotic sting of the slaps got you close. Youâd learned your first day on the job as Lloyd choked you as he fucked you raw: You liked that shit.
âDonât drop that fucking phone.â
You readjusted it, recording your own humiliation with a trembling hand. You couldnât wait to see this video.
Lloyd got up and stripped off his matching shorts, then grabbed your leggings and roughly pulled them down your legs, scratching your thighs.
You filmed him marking you up.
His massive cock was weeping against his stomach, and you wiggled in anticipation as you pointed the phone at it.
âNow, get this and it better not be jumpy. Capture my cock ruining your pathetic tiny little pussy.â
You leaned up on your elbow to get a better angle of Lloydâs cock at the entrance to your cunt. You could feel his head pounding as you opened your legs wider as if that would help.
He brutally shoved his cock into your dripping hole, and your phone captured your ragged moan at the brutal stretch and delicious pain.
âFUUUUCCCKKKK!â
Lloyd was loud as he entered you.
âI swear the only reason I keep your ass around is this fucking gash. Right. Here.â
You whimpered and moaned as he fucked you to the point that your juices frothed.
âYeah, get that fucking whipped cream, you slut. Make sure the picture is clear.â
You donât know how you did it, but you did a pretty good job of getting all the action, proud that he wanted this for his private pleasure. You just knew that he missed you when you werenât there.
Lloydâs hands were gripping your hips and causing bruises, and the realization got you close to the edge.
âCum for the camera, slut. Come all over my giant cock.â
You donât know how you did it, but you managed to record your pelvis in motion as you fluttered around him. Youâd collapsed flat on your back but held the camera up as Lloyd pulled out and came on your torso, jacking off silently, and without any emotion on his face.
Quite cinematically, a drop of his spend landed on the camera lens at the end. It was perfect.
When he was done, he grabbed the phone. He started typing, and you didnât pay much attention because you could finally relax into the feeling of good sex.
âAre you sending yourself the video?â
âNo. Iâm posting it to IG.â
âWHAT?â
You sat up, alarmed.
Lloyd grabbed your top and wiped himself off, ruining it. Then he walked off toward the shower.
âMy family will see that, and my account will be suspended!â
âWell you should have thought of that before you dicked around.â
Lloyd was in the bathroom now, yelling over the noise of the shower.
âYou finally have something good to post besides that stupid little pouty face. Maybe now youâll pay attention to your fucking JOB!â
He was yelling, but he sounded as if heâd stepped into the shower.
And you felt like you were about to cry.
âDonât want to see a trace of what weâve done in that room when I come out. Donât want to see your fucking face either. Youâre done for today.â
You suck it up, stood, and stripped the bed remaking it in 10 minutes flat. Next, you put Lloydâs clothes in the laundry chute, coming back to lay out an identical outfit for him on the duvet.
Just as you were about to gather your things and disappear, you heard Lloyd call your name.
You padded into the massive bathroom and opened the shower door. Lloyd peered at you with cold eyes.
âI need you to wash my back, and then suck me off.â
You looked down to see his huge wet cock growing large again in his hand.
Lloyd needed you.
You hid a smirk as you replied, âYes, Sir,â and climbed into the shower to go to work.
Pairing: A Little Steve Harrington x Reader, Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader (Smut)
Summary: Your best friend Eddie, your boyfriend Steve, and you have a sleepover at Eddieâs trailer. You wake up to Steve eating you out, butâ is it really him?
Word Count: 4.3k
Warnings: MDNI 18+ only, Soft Dark, Dubcon, Cheating, Oral (F Receiving), Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Degradation Kink (Name Calling), Dacryphilia, Somnophilia, Exhibitionism, Mild Subspace + A Little Hint Of Angst At The End, Free Of Charge!
A/N: Thereâs a lot of Steve slander in this one (like a lot). Sorry to any Steve lovers out there, but it was necessary for the plot. I actually had a lot of trouble writing this, for some reason, I always felt like I was using the wrong words. I don't think it's as bad as my brain is convinced it is, but still.
Anyways, for the anon who requested the birthday scenario with the malachite ring, I am working on your request! Itâs just taking me a little longer to plan out, so Iâm posting this fic first :]
Please read the warnings
Part Two | Masterlist
Hanging out in a diner and eating cheap, greasy food isnât how you usually spend your Saturday nights, but Eddie had begged to come here. And, as much as you pretend to play coy, there isnât much youâd deny him.
Throughout your meal, youâd played footsies under the table, only pausing when the waitress would come around to your table. She smiled as if she knew something you didnât, but you were too distracted by Eddieâs mischievous grin to notice. Your milkshake had melted, and your fries were cold when Eddie wandered off to go to the bathroom.
When he came back, he plopped down next to you on your side of the booth. The act made you smile bashfully despite your best efforts, but your smile quickly drops when he holds out the receipt. âAnd they say chivalry is dead,â he says, laughing at your sour expression.
Scowling, you exclaim, âEddie, it was my turn to pay!â Maturely, he sticks his tongue out at you. Rolling your eyes, you mumble, âWhat a true gentleman.â
Truthfully, the annoyance is all an act. Eddie has your heart; heâs always had your heart. Unfortunately, he doesnât feel the same. So, instead of facing your feelings, you got yourself a boyfriend: Steve Harrington, the King of Hawkins.
Over time, you have grown feelings for Steve. A gentle warmth in spreads in your chest when youâre alone together, and ocassionally you finally think you could be getting over Eddie. Then, you see your best friend. Just a look morphs that gentle warmth into a raging fire, one that you know Steve will never compare to.
Breaking your train of thought, Eddie throws the crumpled-up wrapper from his straw at your cheek to get your attention. âThe folks in tonight?â he inquires, raising a brow. Since middle school (coincidentally, when Eddie started to show an interest in metal music), your parents have been cautious with him. They donât like you two hanging out, despite knowing him since he was a toddler, believing âheâs a bad influence,â but what they donât know wonât hurt them.
You inhale deeply, shaking the thoughts out of your head. Nodding, you make an apologetic face as you ask, âCan I sleep over at your place?â Eddieâs about to respond when someone slams their palm aggressively against the table, making you both flinch. âSteve?â you question, blinking owlishly. Youâd told him you were gonna spend the weekend with Eddie, but there was no way he could know where you two were. Eddie had asked to go to the diner only an hour ago, long after youâd last seen Steve. Had he driven all around town to find you two?
âHi, baby,â he greets, smiling at you and sliding into the booth across from you. You turn the corners of your lips up in a weak smile. Steve then turns to Eddie and scowls, growling out, âMunson.â
Eddie remains unfazed, leaning back against the booth. His legs spread wide as his arms raise to rest on the wooden top of your seats. He smirks when he remarks, âWell, look what we have here. King Steve has blessed us with his presence. What a surprise.â
âI told you not to call me that.â A curt reply from Steve, but you know the comments will escalate if you donât stop them soon.
Eddie, who seems to be egging Steve on, comments arrogantly, âYouâve told me a lot of things.â
âYea? Well, how about this? Stay away from my girlfriend.â
Eddie laughs, âWhat the hell are you talking about? Sheâs the one who wanted to hang out with me.â
As sad as it is, this happens every time they see each other. Youâre always caught in the crossfire of their petty back-and-forth. In a weak attempt to stop them before it gets heated, you blurt, âGuys,â but it doesnât matter. Steve talks over you anyways.
âWatch your tone.â
âWatch my tone? Is that really all you have to say? Not even gonna acknowledge that Iâm right?â
âIt doesnât matter if youâre right. Youâre the one who entertains her. She has a boyfriend, and you should respect that.â
âI can be her friend and respect your relationship. I âentertain herâ because itâs what good friends do. Maybe you should give it a try sometime.â
It all comes to a head when Steve exclaims, âYea, right! Iâm sure you donât entertain her in other ways when Iâm not around!â
Silence. Dead fucking silence.
You three are the only patrons in the diner. The end of the argument leaves a hole in its wake. A leaf could flutter to the ground, and youâd hear it. Both boys are tense, sitting like statues awaiting your reaction. Stressed, you roll your shoulders and find a sudden interest in your shirtâs design, craning your head down to look at your lap.
âNo, I didnât mean it like thatââ Steve starts, but it doesnât matter. You know he did. Fiddling with the hem of your shirt, you squirm uncomfortably in your seat. Eddieâs eye twitches as he leans forward, pissed that Steve would say something so disgusting to his own girlfriend. His best friend. Just the recollection of his words makes his fist clench, taking comfort in the fact that his rings would hurt like a son of a bitch if he actually took a swing.
Meanwhile, Steve continues to try and backpedal, âYou know I trust you, baby. Itâs not you, itâs him. Heâs no good for you.â
Fed up with his attitude towards your best friend, you snap, âPeople always say that, but Eddieâs the nicest person Iâve ever met. Why does everyone else get to tell me who or whatâs good for me? Why canât I decide that myself?â Steve frowns, obviously thinking of his following words. Before he can say anything, Eddie cuts in.
âCalm down, Harrington. Youâre a sentence away from bursting a blood vessel.â Eddieâs words sound cool, but theyâre spoken through his teeth. A warning to shut up before he says something he really regrets.
Steve finally speaks again, taking a moment to breathe, âJust let me come with you. I promise I wonât say more stupid shit, okay?â
âOkay,â you mumble in affirmation, pushing Eddie out of the booth so you can stand. You donât actually want Steve there. Heâs going to alter the dynamic significantly, but what can you do?
The tension is unbelievably thick during the ride back because, for some reason, Steve decided to go in the van instead of driving his car to the trailer. Eddie turned on one of his tapes a few minutes in to fill the silence. Steve turned it back down to almost nothing with a disapproving wrinkle of his nose. Youâd opted to sit in the back, but now see that it was the worst possible choice, as both boys glare at each other from the corners of their eyes. Silently, you pray that theyâll figure out their differences soon because you donât think you can take any more of this weird alpha male fighting-for-dominance dynamic they have going on.
You fly out to escape their petty rivalry the second the van stops. Itâs late, and youâre too drained from the two idiots outside to deal with their bullshit. Stomping inside, you grab some pajamas from Eddieâs dresserâ youâve kept spare clothes at his trailer for yearsâ and you lock yourself in the bathroom to complete your nightly routine.
The boys are loud when they enter, and you can hear Steve complaining about Eddie slamming the door in his face. After a brief period of silence, thereâs a lot of suspicious shuffling noises coming from the main room. You take a moment to prepare yourself to break up a fistfight, before entering the room.
Raising your eyebrows, you watch the boys fumble around in the dark as they set out padding so you all can sleep on the floor. If the tension werenât so high right now, youâd ask them if they were planning on fucking on top of those sheets because the stares theyâre giving each other are starting to make you think they might solve their feud unconventionally. Crossing your arms over your chest, you ask Eddie, âWhy canât we split up between the couch and your bed?â
âBecause Iâm not sleeping on the couch and Iâm sure as hell not letting Steve sleep in my bed,â Eddie responds. He glares at Steve, who returns the favour. Turning around, Eddie heads off to change, leaving you and Steve alone. You help him smooth out the sheets until Eddie comes back. âHere ya go, big boy,â he taunts, tossing Steve some clothes to sleep in, âDonât tear the seams.â
Steve huffs, âDonât call me that,â as he goes to the bathroom to get ready to sleep. Tired of their back and forth, you lay down directly in the middle, hoping to separate them for the entire night. Eddie doesnât seem to care, laying down to your right, but Steve throws a small fit.
He wants you to sleep on the far left side, away from Eddie. You cross your arms and frown, unwilling to move. Steve only relents when Eddie mentions the âentertainmentâ comment that heâd made earlier. A few blankets are tossed around, settling randomly across the three of you. Nobody turned on the lights when you arrived, so thereâs nothing left to do but sleep.
In your dream, you fall into fantasyâ one of desire, and passion, and love. Nothing is solid; the setting a dark smudge of muted colour, your loverâs face a blur of human and otherworldly design. Images generated in your mind sift through your fingers like sand. Try as you might, you canât catch them, but you can hold onto the emotion they bring. Whisps of feelings leave lust in their wake, tingling down your body and pooling between your thighs.
And, now that youâre focusing on the sensation, you feel pressure on the insides of your legs, holding them open. The realization is enough to knock you out of your slumber, bringing your consciousness back to your body. You donât open your eyes yet, but rather focus on the things you can feel: a tongue, forearms, panting breaths, saliva.
Youâre surprised, but not because youâve been woken up by someone touching you in your sleep. Youâve talked with Steve about this, the only risque kink youâd dared to share. Youâre not even surprised heâs doing this while Eddie is in the same room as you two. Steveâs preferences are vanilla. Except, of course, the exhibitionism, but he hadnât actually told you about it himself. However, with the number of times youâve had a quickie in a public bathroom, it was easily deductible.
No, your surprise comes from the fact that heâd even go down on you at all. Sure, heâs fingered you before, but fingering someone so you can get your dick wet versus eating someone out for their pleasure are two very different things. And, now that youâve experienced both, you can definitely feel the difference.
Youâd never imagined a tongue would feel so good. It provides a unique warmth and wetness, and you swear that you can feel the texture of his taste buds against your skin. He slides his tongue lower, just barely dipping into you to gather your slick. Gasping at the sensation, you bring your hands up to press the heels of your palms into your eyes. Steve is very particular about his precious locks. The first time youâd tugged on his hair was also the last.
Realizing youâre awake, he presses harder on your inner thighs to keep you in place, and youâre reminded heâs not using his hands but rather his forearms. It strikes you as odd, but again, this has never happened to you, so you canât be sure what to expect. He trails the tip of his tongue back up, tracing through your folds slowly. Finally arriving at his destination, he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks. Unfurling his tongue, he allows the mixture of his saliva and your slick to drip onto your skin.
He must have been edging you for a while before you woke up because his touch is like an electric shock, sending instant jolts of pleasure up your spine and through your fingertips. He slides his arms down until his hands can grip your legs, rough callouses tickling your skin. Unable to stop yourself, you reach under the blankets and clutch onto his curly hair.
Wait.
Rough callouses. Curly hair.
Not Steveâ but your revelation comes too late. With a single press of his tongue against your clit your orgasm comes crashing heavily down on you. All you can do is grip onto the strands of hair threaded between your fingers and whimper.
With shaky hands, you remove your hands from his head to grab the edge of the blanket and hold it up. Eddieâs already looking at you, his huge, dark eyes reflecting the dim light from outside. Swallowing thickly, you watch as he runs his textured palms up the backs of your thighs. He hooks his hands underneath your knees and pushes you into a breeding press, crawling upwards to hover above you.
You feel like youâre in a trance, heart racing and unable to say anything. His erection is heavy, pressed between your hips as he settles. The moonlight catches his face now that heâs free from the blankets, drawing attention to the curls which are pulled back. He swiftly shakes his head, releasing them and causing the pick of his necklace to fall directly over your heart. In any other situation, it would be romantic. Right now, though, your focus is your confusion.
You mumble his name so softly youâre not sure if he hears it, but he does. He maintains strict eye contact as he leans directly over your head. Your lips are millimeters apart when he whispers, âShh, wouldnât want to wake your boyfriend up. Wouldnât want him to know what a whore you are. His innocent little baby being âentertainedâ by her best friend.â
He starts rocking his hips, all the saliva and wetness from earlier providing sufficient lubrication. You sharply inhale through your nose. Still sensitive from your last orgasm, you dig your fingernails into your palms and screw your eyes shut. Eddie hums above you, âOr maybe you wanna make some noise. Câmon, let it out. We can show him how much of a bad influence I am.â
No matter how hard it is, you resist, but Eddie continues to push you to speak.
âHow many times have you two fucked?â
You wince at the harshness of his words, trying to come up with an answer to satisfy him. You rack your brain for recollections of sex so you can count them, but itâs so, so hard when heâs grinding on you, invading your space and your senses, breathing in the air youâre panting out.
âTen times,â you breathe, hoping Steve will wake up but praying to God that he wonât.
âNo,â he sneers, brows furrowing as his eyes grow darker, âno, thatâs too perfect.â Eddie leans towards the side of your head, his hair tickling your cheek as his lips press snugly against your ear, growling directly into your brain, âThink harder, babe.â It feels like his words are rattling around inside you, bouncing off your empty skull as all thoughts leave your mind. You squeeze your eyes shut, lower lip quivering as you desperately pull memories back into your brain from your clouded consciousness.
Twice in your bed, four times in his, three times at parties, once in his car, five times in public restrooms, and once in a storage closet. Sixteen times youâve had sex in the six months youâve been dating.
You gasp âsixteenâ just as he ruts his hips up, his cock pressing harshly on your clit. The feeling borderlines on painful. Gritting your teeth, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, digging your nails deep into his skin.
Suddenly he stops all movement: no more pants and breaths, no more rustling of sheets, nothing. An eerie silence surrounds you as you open your eyes again, confused, watching the moonlight bounce off the ceiling. Anxiety rises in your chest. What could he be doing? Why is he silent? Why did he stop?
Then, he whispers, but you swear itâs the loudest thing youâve ever heard, âHow many times has he made you cum?â Your stomach drops as everything in your body tenses, jerking to escape but getting nowhere. Instinctively, your legs attempt to close, but his firm grip on the back of your knees keeps you in place.
You donât want to respond, to expose yourself and your boyfriend, but itâs hard to resist when he purrs âanswer meâ so sickly sweet. Finally moving away from your ear, he trails soft kisses down your neck as he waits for you to speak. Itâs so confusing. How can he be so mean and turn around to be so nice?
Squirming around does no good. His body is like a cage that pins you down. Thereâs no escape. Resigned, you whimper, âtwice,â as embarrassment floods your system.
He sighs, pressing his head into your shoulder. âYou deserve so much better. Donât worry, baby. Iâll make you cum more times than he could,â he murmurs promisingly against your skin. With that, he removes one hand momentarily to line himself up with your entrance before pressing in.
He feels bigger than Steve, but you canât be sure because of the positionâ youâre basically folded in half. He lightly thrusts, going deeper each time to ease himself in since he hadnât really prepped you before. Finally, he loses his patience and pulls back out to slam all the way in. You choke on nothing, feeling like his dick has hit the back of your throat.
âShh,â he whispers tauntingly before doing it again, and again, and again. The brutal pace doesnât leave much time to think, but even with your brain clouded with pleasure, you know that Steve should be awake right now. If not the movements, then the noises should have woken him up, yet he remains sound asleep. You only attempt to turn your head towards him once. Eddie literally growls, a rumble that reverberates from his chest to yours. Itâs a warning, donât look at him, look at me.
Itâs too soon, but youâre so wired that you can feel a second orgasm building up. Typically, it takes a while for you to cum, which is probably why itâd only happened twice with Steveâ both by your own hand. Somehow, with Eddie, every single one of your senses is dialed up to one hundred. Maybe itâs because you already have a boyfriend, or because said boyfriend is asleep a few feet away and could wake up at any moment.
Regardless, it doesnât matter because the effect of the thrill is still there, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Eddie had leaned back to observe you some time ago, but you reach your hands out, desperate for contact or, at the very least, something to hold. He leans in, and you immediately cling to his neck, squishing your face into his skin. You get no warning as you cum suddenly, biting down on his neck to prevent being too loud.
âJesus Christ,â Eddie hisses, stopping his thrusts to feel how hard youâre clenching down on him. âFuck, you get so tight when you cum,â he observes, breathless, before he demands, âYouâre gonna give me another one.â Alarmed, you whimper as he moves again. Youâve barely come down from your high. How are you supposed to do it again?
Your eyes leak tears as you whimper, âEddie,â trying to get his attention. It works. He gives you a little faux pout and kisses your tears away. Heâs stopped moving entirely, dedicated to his little kisses. Youâre grateful for the break, so overstimulated that you canât hold in your noises anymore. But then, he starts to move again, and your heart drops.
He assures, âYouâre okay, baby. Just one more.â Your lip quivers as you start to cry again. Internally, you can feel his cock twitch at the sight of your tears, which only makes you sniffle more and insist you canât. âYes, you can,â he coos, âbe a good girl, just one more time.â
He unhooks his right hand from your leg, and you instantly drop it onto his shoulder, flexing your foot to relieve some of the pins and needles tingling throughout your leg. Wrapping his arm around your thigh, he presses his thumb to your clit and rubs it in tight circles. The change in angle combined with the extra stimulation causes that pleasurable haze to return, and you hate it.
You hate that after one night, he knows your body better than your boyfriend of six months. You hate that heâs taking what he wants but still being more considerate of your needs than Steve ever was. You hate that this is everything youâve fantasized about and more.
âSay that Iâm better than him,â he demands. You donât reply, too lost in your wandering mind and the feeling of his dick to form a coherent thought. Wanting an answer, he presses harshly with his thumb and repeats, âSay it.â
Automatically, you clench around him at the pressure. You muster up the courage to whisper, âYouâre better than him.â Guilt laces through your words because you know that itâs true. Even if he forced you to say it, you know in your heart itâs true.
He changes his pace at your words, slowing down slightly, but making up for it in intensity. His thrusts, which were already deep, feel like theyâre going even further inside you. Yet again, tears obscure your vision. Youâre not sure if theyâre from guilt or pleasure, but does it really matter anymore? When you look up, you can barely see Eddie; heâs just a beige and brown blur above you.
Reaching up, you rest your hands on his cheeks before sliding them upwards to push the hair out of his face. Though you can barely see him, you can make out the genuine smile that spreads across his face. You canât help but smile in kind. Eddie laughs softly, âGod, youâre so pretty.â
He touches his forehead to yours, noses brushing every time he moves. You sigh âEddieâ as you tug his hair. The small moment of intimacy pushes you to the brink. You hope he understands your subtle warning.
âI know. I feel it, too,â he reassures gently, âJust let go, baby.â At his insistence, you release. Stars explode behind your eyelids as you scrunch them shut and ride out your orgasm. This time, the clenching of your walls is too much, and he releases deep in your pussy. He remains inside of you, incidentally keeping his cum trapped.
Afraid Eddieâs gonna turn over and go back to sleep like it never happened, you cling onto him like a koala. Meanwhile, he glances over at Steve and rolls his eyes. Itâs honestly ridiculous that he slept through the whole thing. Eddie had planned for Steve to wake up and see his girlfriend having the best sex of her life, so he could throw him the bird and tell him to fuck off and never return. Guess thatâs not happening.
You whine and tremble beneath him, so he returns his attention to you. âYou did so well for me, baby. What a good girl,â he praises as he runs his hands up and down your sides comfortingly. Somehow, he picks you up without pulling out. While walking to the bathroom, he grabs your underwear and shorts heâd discarded a while ago.
Eddie makes sure the door is completely closed before turning on the light. He places a towel on the counter and sets you down on it. Finally, he removes his dick, holding up the hem of your shirt. Well, really, itâs his old Metallica shirt, but you stole it to sleep in.
You know what heâs doing, his eyes trained on your hole, waiting to see his cum leak out of you. You squirm under his scrutiny, but he doesnât look away until youâve stopped dripping. Eddie finds a second towel and soaks it in water, cleaning himself off and searching for a relatively clean pair of underwear. While heâs occupied, you flex your feet as you had earlier. The pins and needles are killing you. Youâre probably gonna be sore for a month after this.
Right now, you donât want to be alone. You reach out when he moves too far away, even a few feet too much for you to handle. He returns, using the same towel to clean you as well. Your legs are wobbly when he moves you off the counter. You have to lean on him for support as he helps you slip on your panties and shorts. He places you back on the counter, pressing soft kisses to the side of your neck. âI love you,â he murmurs, swallowing thickly when he realizes what he said, but itâs too late to take anything back.
What he doesnât expect is your you to whisper âI love you, tooâ back. Pulling back, he looks you in the eyes, confused. You continue, âIâm dating Steve causeâ cause I didnât think you liked me back.â
His face scrunches up, âWhat are you talking about? Iâve always loved you.â In your emotional state, you just cry from the stress, and the fucked up reality of what youâve done to Steve, and the fact that you couldâve had Eddie all along. He doesnât say anything more, just kisses the top of your head, but you swear that you can feel teardrops gently splashing on your scalp.
prompt: eddie munson is hated by every man in town, but secretly loved by all the ladies, and not just for his large personality.
word count: 3k
warnings: SMUTTTT (go away children), mentions of hands on necks, brief mention of breeding kinks, dumbification, idk what else but just let me know :)
Was this a bad idea? Probably.
No, this was definitely a bad idea, but you werenât thinking when you showed up at Eddie Munsonâs trailer at 11pm, horny and desperate.Â
When you appeared at his door, he was shocked to say the least. You had been in school together since elementary, in separate social circles, but you were never mean to him, so you were an acquaintance in his book.
âUh, hey?â He said, shirtless in just some flannel sleep pants, making your mouth water already.Â
âCan I come in?â You asked, his eyebrows raising but letting you in, dressed in jeans and an oversized sweater.Â
âNot to be a dick, but why are you here?â
The question was valid on his end, but to you it made total sense. Eddie Munson just happened to be Hawkins best kept secret amongst women, he was known to be killer in the bedroom. While most girls at school would turn their nose in public, some did the same thing you hoped for, losing their mind against his sheets.
âI, uh, was wondering if I could have some assistance?â You stuttered, playing with the bracelet on your wrist as he leaned against the kitchen counter.Â
He suppressed a chuckle, âWhat, like a flat tire? Cause if itâs school related, youâre screwed.â
Smiling, you tried to think of any way to ask the abrupt question with any amount of composure or decency. The nerves stockpiling in your stomach were consuming you, but the need to be touched was far greater.
âI know your reputation.â You blurted, taking a step closer to him that you could practically feel his body heat.Â
âI think everyone does?â He peered at you, trying to get any read on your emotions or the reason why you decided to show up at his door.
Blood flushed to your cheeks as you let out a nervous laugh, âNo, I mean, uh, with the ladies.â
The toothy grin appeared after a few beats as he took one step closer to you, only a few inches from his face. You wanted to look away in shame, but his brown eyes were capturing you.
âThought you had a little boyfriend from the football team?â This was true, you had been dating Ben Prout for about a year and you two were far from a power couple, like Jason and Chrissy, but people were aware of your relationship.
âHe doesnât touch me.â The words felt icy, but it was the truth. Ben was a selfish lover, usually opting to finish and leaving you high and dry. âPlus he's been cheating on me with Marcia, from seventh period, for a few weeks.â
A bit taken aback by your vulnerable revelation, he nodded, taking a step closer to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. The pads of his fingers were coarse from his guitar playing, leaving chills across your body in their wake.
âYou need to get fucked donât you?â The lewd words dripped from his mouth into yours as it hung open, breathing hard before colliding lips. While you began eager, it didnât take long for him to take the reins, holding your face and determining the pace. He backed you into his bedroom, slamming the door shut with such force it shook the trailer a bit.Â
He wasted no time in undressing you, pleasantly surprised to see how your bra and panties matched, a soft lilac color with a small flower on the waistband. You sighed as his hands began roaming your body, his mouth nipping at your collarbones to leave hickies that would remain for days afterwards.
Stepping back to get a look at you as you fell against the bed had him pause, a sly grin etching his face at your needy demeanor. âSo you came all this way, just to get screwed by the town freak?â
His body stood between your legs as he peeled off his shirt, an unintentional groan exerting from your mouth. âYeah, I need you.â
âAwe,â He taunted, peeling off his jeans to leave him in his boxers, âYou need to get fucked that bad? Going to a guy you barely knows house just to get stuffed.âÂ
You agreed as he kissed down your chest, removing your bra, âYeah, but I know you Eddie. Weâve gone to the same school for years.â You whimpered when his mouth reached a nipple, spit sliding off the curve of your breast.
âY-Youâre in that band, right? Corroded Coffin? A-and youâre in Hellfire with those other boys?â Your stammering pleased him as he released from your chest with a pop, not missing the faint blush on his cheeks, but making sure to make a remark to save his ass, âSomeone did their research.â
The trail down to your navel was littered with kisses, nibbling, and sucking before his breath hit your soaking center. Eddie could be a greedy bastard if he wanted to, this was one of those times. Immediately pulling down the frail material, his fingers entered you as you mewled, arching your back. He let out a string of curses at the sight, feeling himself growing harder in his boxers, dipping down to place his tongue on your clit.
âLook like a damn pornstar. Youâre soaked already, ole Benny been neglecting you, hm?â He cooed, watching as your slick began to cover his rings, shining against the light of the moon through his window. He wished he had a polaroid to capture this, but his lips went back to work against your bundle of nerves, already feeling a climax approaching.
âI think I came one or two times with him, but he didnât go down on me.â You admitted, Eddieâs brown eyes looking up at yours, a bit stunned. He chose to keep his mouth on your pussy, working faster until you were on edge. His two digits pumped in and out, curving to find your g-spot as he traced shapes and letters against your bud.Â
As your orgasm approached, your hands went to his hair, holding it lightly while your moans got louder. The first climax of the night rolled over your body calmly, slightly shivering as he quickened his pace, sensitive from it all. It had been months since you came and it was apparent.Â
Eddie lifted up bending your knees to your chest to get a better view of your swollen pussy, your wetness coating his lower face. âHeâs missing out.â He ogled, letting his thumb run against your labia as you shivered, âFeeling okay?â
You gave him a thumbs up as you tried to regulate your breathing which made him laugh, coming to eye level to kiss you again. The taste of yourself mixed with his spit felt exhilarating, hand going behind his neck and gripping at his hair. He caught your bottom lip in his teeth, dragging it briefly.
âYou wanna keep going?â He checked as you felt his clothed boner against your cunt, the feeling alone could have sent you over the edge.Â
âFuck yeah.â You beamed, his own toothy grin making an appearance.
âCanât lie to you, youâve really got me going.â He started, âGotta tell me if itâs too much, âkay?â Once you acknowledged your consent, lips met one anothers again, his hand coming down to press your hips against the bed. You could feel him aching through his boxers while he grinded against you.
Raising himself up, he sat on his haunches and helped you position on all fours. This alone was thrilling as you had been accustomed to just missionary, which was good, but this was enticing. His hands grabbed at the meat of your ass, a hiss leaving your lips at the tension. He lifted to his knees, guiding himself against your center with one hand gripping at his headboard.Â
When his tip entered, you suspended any movement, completely focused on every ridge and vein. You felt his spare hand rubbing your hip, âGotta relax for me, gonna hurt if you donât.â
You obeyed, dropping to your elbows as he sank further in, beginning small strokes. He hadnât even fully entered you yet and you were falling apart. The dainty noises leaving your mouth edged him on as he went deeper. You let out a ragged moan as he flushed against you, holding you still against him.
âFeel good, baby?â His voice was kind, but littered with arrogance as he knew he had you in the palm of his hand. âWanna go faster?â
He thought your head could fall off from how intensely you nodded, he landed a slap against your ass before speeding his tempo. He mixed between full and half thrusts, trying to figure out what was getting you going the most, but they blended together as he saw how your upper half was sinking to the mattress.
âTell me,â He gruffed, grabbing your hair to pull up to his face, voice tickling your ear, âHow good do you feel?â You only released a squeak to his delight, a few tears falling down your cheek.Â
âAwe, you need dick so badly, donât you? Just need someone to fuck you properly?â He teased, you hadnât expected Eddie to be as into dirty talk as he was, but you shouldâve expected it. He spent most of his time playing a fantasy game where he made new characters, of course he was gonna be good with his words.
He let your head fall back down, slapping your ass again, âFuck yourself on me.â
You whined as your hips went backwards, stunting at the feeling of his cock fully inside you, but he smacked your ass harshly, swinging you back into motion. You thrusted against him as he enjoyed watching you adjust to him, taking a few calming breaths to make sure he didnât explode quite yet.Â
While it was fun to see you try and get yourself off, he much preferred seeing you a mess beneath him. He clasped onto your side with one hand as the other went to your clit, flinching at the sensitivity, but immediately softening at his touch. You thought you could feel him everywhere as your mind began to slip.
Actions ruthless, he laughed as you came again, âShit, youâre just too easy, you love it.â You cried as he didnât withhold any motion on the account of finishing again, feeling your body shake against his.Â
âHow much do you love it?â He gritted, moving his hand from your clit to rub at your stomach, the soothing motion was enough to get you to form words.
âA lot, thank you master.â You babbled, drool coming from your lips and a bit onto his sheets. But his mind was hyper focused on the pet name, yanking you up again by your throat, cool rings making it all the more hypnotic.Â
âMaster?â He gaped as you gulped, he could feel it against your warm skin. He loved the name, always wanting to experiment with it in the bedroom, but figuring most girls wouldnât want to feed into his peculiar status as Dungeon Master. Taking one look at you, he knew there was another motive.
âWhatâs my name?â His grip tightened against your neck, gasping with a moan as his hips still moved steadily. You whimpered, biting your lip in slight embarrassment.
âYou got so fucking cock drunk that you forgot my name, didnât you?â He ridiculed, his fingers going to your open mouth to rest on your tongue. More than anything, he was amazed he was able to bring you to this state, forgetting the name of a boy youâd known since childhood.
âMy. Name. Is. Eddie.â He proclaimed, each halt resulting in a firm thrust, gasping at each one. You mewled against his fingers, but he pulled them to grab your cheek and look in your eyes, back fully against his chest.
âI love your cock, Eddie. So much!â You cried, letting him lower both of you against the bed, his weight resting on you until he propped up, still inside of you. He fucked you into the mattress, the squeaks from the bed and your mouth filling the room.Â
âEddie, please.â You fussd as abruptly pulled out, much to your dismay, but you glanced back to see him extremely flushed. You could tell by the throbbing he was on the brink of losing it, hands rubbing his face.Â
Wordlessly, he flipped you to your back, kissing you as he thrusted in fully. You wailed, arching against him as he forced your legs against your chest, knees bending. Watching as he lifted your legs over his shoulders.Â
âOh my God.â You sobbed, feeling so stretched out you could rip in two pieces. But if it meant you could feel like this? You would rip into a million for him. His knees shifted beside your hips, giving him better access to you.
He held your face in one hand as his eyes bored into yours, both of you too pent up to be thinking about how romantic these long gazes were. His thumb pulled your bottom lip down, letting him spit into your mouth to watch you greedily swallow it.
âYou really are such a cock slut, arenât you?â He cooed, âYou get so dumb over my dick, let me spit in your fucking mouth, I bet youâd even let me fuck a baby into you?â While it was a backless taunt, he felt the way you squeezed around him, the thought of him filling you up to the brim had you aching even more.Â
He let out a breathless, astonished laugh. âYou would let me fuck you so good, I could give you a baby? Just so you could get filled up?â You nodded in shame, crying as he bottomed out again, rubbing circles against your clit. âWould you let me fuck that little asshole?â He pressed, but to his surprise you kept nodding, watery eyes staring into his. He could see how fast you were losing it, mouth still hanging open from when he spit in it.Â
âYou would do anything for this cock, wouldnât you?â At this point, he was feeding his own ego, but watching you submit to him was as pleasurable as the feeling of being inside of you.Â
He groaned before kissing you again, hand coming to tweak your pert nipple. Your body was on fire underneath him, brain completely flustered by his actions, but you couldnât tell if Eddie was igniting or extinguishing this desire. Was he fucking you so good youâd be sedated for a few weeks or would you need this daily?
You didnât have much time to contemplate as your body shook, another orgasm threatening to come across your overstimulated body. Your mouth left his as you sniffled, his grasp on your face to force you to look at him.Â
You were at his complete disposal as you looked into his kind eyes, breath staggering as he approached on his own finish. You lifted your hands to cup both sides of his face, pulling your foreheads together.
âYouâre okay, I got you, I got you.â He stuttered, feeling you convulse against his body before he let go himself. He cursed against your cheek, flooding your walls with his release, giving a few weak thrusts to milk it out, falling against you limply.
You laid in each other's arms momentarily, still wrapping your heads around what happened just seconds ago. He rolled onto his side, exiting your cunt while you whimpered, the feeling of being empty was chilling. But he pulled you into his chest, kissing your head affectionately, giving you a few more minutes to collect yourself.
âDo you fuck all your girls like that?â You couldnât help, but wonder if this sensation was for all the women who wandered into Eddie Munsonâs trailer on the wrong side of the tracks or if you had just gotten incredibly lucky. You felt his warm breath against your head, taking a sharp inhale.
âNo.â He imparted, stroking his fingers against your soft hair, âIâve only fucked, like, 3 girls like 2 years ago so word really does get around.â You giggled at his comment, suppressing the surprise that, while he was fantastic, he wasnât this holy grail man all the girls came to.Â
âBut this?â He trailed, his digits going to rub your arms, âThis was by far the best though, that was so hot.â You felt bashful as you shoved your face against his rumbling chest, pulling you to look in his eyes, âKinda hard to hide from me now since I literally just spent half an hour inside you.â
His tone was playful as you rolled your eyes, smiling at him, feeling his seed still seeping from your hole. You almost moaned at the feeling, a reminder of the way he contorted you into extreme amounts of pleasure.
As the laughter faded naturally, you laid there across from one another, exhaustion hitting both of you like a truck. You were able to peel yourself from his warm embrace to put your clothes back on, a sly whistle leaving his lips when you bent over to get your underwear from the floor. He noticed his release beginning to trickle down your thigh, resisting the urge to lap it up with his tongue and kiss you. He only snapped out of his fantasy to see you giving him the middle finger playfully.
âThanks, by the way, hope it wasnât too weird.â You confided, adjusting your belt to the correct loop, pulling it through.Â
âNot at all, Iâm always here.â He foreshadowed, knowing this couldnât be the last time you would wind up here because now he knew to seek you out as well. You smiled kindly, leaning down to kiss his forehead and walking out his front door.
Maybe this wasnât such a bad idea after all.
authors note: hey so i wrote this on a whim while horny so there's probably mistakes but WHOOPS.
i will never escape the horny on main allegations, sorry.
anyways heres the taglist, lmk if u wanna be on there, feedback is always appreciated :)
okay, okay. we all know yandere!eddie but what about yandere!reader x eddie?
i was just thinking about this last night!!
CW: oral sex (male recieving), yandere!reader, obsessed!reader, in my head, kissing, posessive!reader, stalker!reader, overstimulation, cursing, eddie is 20, reader is 18, nerdy!reader, darker(ish)!eddie (like barely dark maybe like 4% dark lol), CNC (kinda), reader grinds on eddieâs shoe
note: hehe guess what? i wrote this at 1:30 in the morning so i didnât check for errors per usual lol anyway, enjoy! <333
alexa, play 'Just for me' by pinkpanteress
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eddie and you had been acquaintances for a good year or so, but never made it past the friendly stage because, to be fair, he thought you were freaky and hot. and he's not one to usually judge but if you are someone that's freaky and hot around him, he won't be able to hold back. (freaky meaning that he could tell you had a sort of 'obsessive' personality, but he tried his best not to judge, because, well, look at him, he believed he had no room to judge.)
also, you were two years his junior and he didn't want to take advantage of your innocence. you had just turned 18.
you started to obsess over him when he defended you against Jason and his goons, picking up your books that Jason's friend, Andy, had knocked from your hands and onto the floor. He made sure you were okay, rubbing your arm comfortingly as you shivered slightly under his touch, his cold rings contrasting with his warm hand through the cotton-material of your shirt's sleeve.
"you good, sweetheart?" he had asked.
you adjusted your glasses, stuttering out a, "y-yes, i'm gr-great, thank you, eddie." with a small blush and smile on your face.
he smiled sweetly, making your bones feel like mush as you sighed softly, a small nervous giggle bubbling up in your throat.
from then on, you were obsessed.
now, you have a picture of him in your heart-shaped locket you wear around your neck all the time.
shirts you've stolen from his trailer when you snuck in through his window at night are stored in your closet in a box (as to not get rid of his scent), and you may or may not have cut a small piece of his hair to keep under your pillow while you sleep (it's stored in a small cloth baggy).
his name is scribbled in different fonts in your pink diary, as well as your name combined with his to see how it sounds (ex. Mrs. Eddie Munson, or y/n Munson). Spoiler: it sounded amazing.
you had pictures of him in your closet that you took with your polaroid camera when he was shritless and getting ready in the morning, or completely stark naked once he got up from his bed (because he usually sleeps naked hehe). his dark tattoos and ringed fingers make your own body throb with want as you kiss each picture of him goodnight or goodmorning or goodbye. every. day.
You stayed up late, reading book after book and manual after manual on how to play D&D so you can join his club and impress him.
Finally, when you understand how to play, you join.
Your friendship blossoms, and so does your want for him.
You find any excuse to touch him, and he allows it because he loves being cuddled or loves when you caress his hair.
More shirts of his go missing, but he pays no mind to it, thinking that he was too high in the first place to think he had more than 12 shirts. plus, you borrowed his clothing when you both had sleepovers, and sometimes you'd 'accidentally' take them home.
He did like seeing you in his clothes, though.
however, one day, everything was revealed.
eddie munson had asked you, you to help him study with his final in Ms. OâDonnellâs. so, he came over to your place one evening when your parents were out for their night-shifts.
everything was going smoothly, he looked around your room, the cutesy little stuffed animals and decor a contrast to his rugged, metal-head, leather jacket-wearing frame.Â
you started your studies, your heart pounding in your chest as you took in his features, memorizing them for later (as if you hadnât already had them memorized).Â
but, things seemed to go âdownhillâ.Â
he said he was thirsty, so you immediately shot up from the bed, rambling about the different beverages you could get him.
âsoda? w-we have dr. pepper, coco-cola, sprite..b-but we also have juice if you want some.. o-or water!â you squeaked, and he laughed softly, making your heart pound even faster.Â
âuh, just some waterâs fine, thanks.âÂ
you nodded, running downstairs to get him a glass, your skirt twirling around you.
however, as you were preparing his water, eddie decided to do some snooping.Â
looking around a bit more, he opened up your drawers to find makeup, pens, pencils, little knick-knacks, etc.
but when he opened up your second drawer on your vanity, he saw your pink diary.
being the devil that he was, he quickly opened it, finding a diary entry, along with what looked like a snippet of dark, wavy hair.
reading the entry, his eyes widened slightly.Â
Dear Diary, it wrote.
Today, Eddie said I looked pretty.. I swear i could feel my heart practically explode in my chest!!! I could barely get a single word in without stuttering. Gosh, he makes me nervous.
But the good news is that I spent hours today watching Eddie from the window of the outside of his trailer!
Diary, you should have seen him.
He was practically naked, only in his boxers, strumming some strings on his guitar. I almost melted into a puddle right there and then.
I waited for hours, watching him smoke, eat, then go to the bathroom to take a shower. Unfortunately, there were no windows in his bathroom (i would know, iâve looked everywhere!!), so i had to make due and wait until he got out. and Diary, I almost passed out when I saw him walk into his bedroom fully naked, hair damp and some sticking to his forhead as he smoked half a cigarette before putting it out.Â
A little bit later, when I knew he was fully asleep, I climbed into his window and took some of his hair! I couldnât help it!! I also kissed him (very gently) on the lips!! I FINALLY HAD MY FIRST KISS!!!!!!!!!!!! he tasted so good, like mint toothpaste, traces of cigarette smoke, and just...him. i stayed in his room for an hour or so watching him sleep. heâs so pretty. so so pretty. my heart cant take this anymore. itâs going to burst. i hope that he asks me out one day. i know he loves me secretly, i know it!Â
tomorrow, iâm gonna follow him around the school to make sure i have his schedule down pat.
okay, thatâs all for now!! iâm gonna kiss the eddies in my closet good night, and then get to bed early to watch him get to school!!Â
kisses,
y/n <3
-
holy fuck.Â
he closed your diary, starting to freak out a bit.Â
he had suspicions that you liked him, but what the fuck?!
hesitantly, he walked to your closet, opening the door to find pictures upon pictures of him. candid photographs of him naked, half-naked, or just walking around the town or school.Â
at this point, you had entered the room, gasping softly as the glass of water fell to the ground.Â
âeddie!â you yelped, seeing his wide eyes and slgihtly agape mouth in shock. âi-itâs not what it looks like!âÂ
it was exactly what it looked like.
eddie shook his head, a non-humorous smile set on his face. he backed up to the wall as you cornered him, your eyebrows furrowed and pulled together in concern and adoration.
âit looks like your fucking insane.â he scoffed, shaking his head.
âi-iâm not! promise! i just-- i love you, eddie! iâve been wanting to tell you for so long, and maybe this wasnât the most ideal time--b-but i need to say it!â you whined, reaching your hands up to cup his face.
ây/n, you cut my fucking hair and kept it in your diary! t-this isnât love, sweetheart, this is pure obsession.âÂ
you shook your head, tears forming in your eyes.
eddie was a softie when it came to tears, and to be fair, he also had a raging crush on you, but you were literally crazy.
âo-oh god, donât--donât cry..â he said softly, his heart pounding in his chest, like yours. âbaby, youâre--youâre young. i mean--iâm young but iâm twenty in highschool, y/n. your freshly eighteen? dâyou know the, uhm, mental difference, or whatever? i-- baby, you donât wanna date me--â
âyes, i do! i love you!â you cried, running your hands down his arms. âs-see, look!â
you opened up your heart shaped locket to show the picture of him you had taken (cut out from the hellfire club yearbook picture of him making the devil horns).
âi-i kiss it every night and morning... I love you!â
eddieâs eyes slightly softened. he cupped your face with a somewhat shaky hand. âno, you donât. and you donât wanna date me, iâm a mess. literally, i-i canât even do simple math or fuckinâ graduate highschool. i have a lot of flaws! you--y-youâre pretty, and smart, and talented, you donât want someone like me!â
âbut i love your flaws, eds! youâre the one for me! please, i-iâll do anything! i donât want anyone else!â you dropped down to your gripping onto his pant leg as he peered down at you, puppy-dog brown eyes staring down at you in slight shock slight disbelief (and some pity or sympathy, you couldnât tell).Â
your eyes leaked with tears, and to be honest, it was really hurting him.
you hugged his leg, and he pet your head gently, soothingly smoothing over your hair. âsweetheart, get up.â he tried, but you wouldnât listen. you were determined.
he loved you, you just had to show him!
you shook your head quickly, wrapping your limbs around his leg like a small child or koala would do.Â
ân-no, i love you, anâ i know you love me!â
the truth, he had started to fall for you, but he didnât want to hurt you.
ây/n..â
âno! i--! here, iâll show you how much you mean to me! i--please you can use me, hurt me, i donât care! you can put it anywhere, i-- i need you, eddie!â you panted softly, swallowing.Â
using doe eyes to look up at him, his body responded to the situation in terms of a pretty girl begging him and telling him to âput it anywhereâ.
you saw the growing bulge, a blush rising up on eddieâs and your face as you kissed the material of his pant leg, massaging your hands up and down his thigh before taking your shaky hands and unbuckling his handcuff belt.Â
ây/n, stop--itâll go awa--Â fucking christ!--â he cursed, whining. you had already pulled down his pants, tracing your wet tongue over his clothed, hard cock; your hands grasping him closer to you as you sat on his shoe.Â
âbaby--fuck, you c-canât do this to me,â he chuckled softly, wincing in pleasure. his head was thrown back as you released him from the confines of his boxers, kissing his balls and the base of his length before working your way back up.Â
you licked the tip, swirling your tongue around the bulbous top before taking him all in, hallowing your cheeks like you had done this many times before.
eddie cursed, stuttering over words and bucking his hips gently in your mouth, his hand grasping onto your head.
truthfully, you had never done this before (let alone had your first real kiss) (eddie sleeping didnât count really)), you just heard of what to do from the popular girlâs lunch table. you obviously didnât sit with them, being the bookworm and all, but you did have a table right next to them where you sat alone, usually admiring eddie from afar.Â
you pulled away from his cock, massaging his length slowly with your hand, a groan omitting from eddieâs mouth making your tummy tingle.Â
âa-am i doinâ g-good, eds?â you asked, slowly beginning to grind your clothed cunt on his shoe; your weepy hole leaving a faint wet mark on the leather material of his combat boots.Â
he nodded, looking down at you and whimpering quietly at the sight of your lazy, crossed eyes looking back up at him through your eyelashes, your hips moving on his shoe.
never had anyone been this desperate for him.
âs-so good, baby, jusâ didnâ know you were a crazy little girl, but that makes me want you even more..â he swallowed, breathing heavily.
you whimpered.
you knew it.
âc-can you do what those girlsâ boyfriends d-do to thei-their girlfriendâs thr-throats?â you asked, not entirely knowing what it was.
âfuck, baby,â eddie whimpered the same time you did, his fingers holding your chin, the bulky rings on each finger cold against what felt like your on-fire skin. âyou want me to fuck your tiny throat?â
you nodded, remembering the girls talking about that as well.
âp-please, i need your come in my throat o-or wherever, eddie. i-i canât live without it!â you moaned, your pussy clenching around nothing as you bucked your hips desperately on the laces of his shoe, delicious friction warming up your engorged clit.
âjesus-- mm, shit, princess.. o-okay, uh, p-put my dick in your mouth and tap on my knee if you wanna stop, mk?â he asked, his cock leaking and a blush red at the tip.
you nodded, and he quirked his thumb on your cheek softly before letting you go to move his hand to your hair, pushing his cock deep inside your throat cavity, his mouth open slightly as he moaned curses.
you looked up at him, giggling but gagging slightly around his length.
he tasted so good.
he pulled you back by your hair and used your mouth as a fuck toy, purring praises and stuttering over groans.
âfuck, take it, baby, you fuckinâ crazy bitch,â he laughed breathily. you sucked even harder on him, and eddie swore he saw heaven; his knees buckling.
your cunt rutting against his shoe had sped up as you came, gushing on the leather and a little bit onto the floor of your room. you moaned, your throat constricting as eddie cursed loudly, âFuck! y-youâre gonna make me c-cum. with you humping my shoe like a st-stupid bitch in heat.. God, I- you- youâre fuckinâ amazing, baby.âÂ
his balls tightened as he saw your blissed out face, your tears and messed up lipgloss smudged.Â
âfuckin-- suck on my balls, princess, just like a good girl..â he instructed, and you did as so, jacking him off with one hand as you kitten licked then sucked on his balls, whining.
you pulled back, his body tensing as you moved to suck on his cock again.
the dragging of your lower region on his shoe had quickened as he came, praising you as spurts of his cum emptied into your mouth. you whined, your cunt squirting out the last bits of your cum as you swallowed his, letting go of him with a little -pop!-.Â
looking at his beautiful, pleasured face, only one main thing came to your hazy mind.
you finally had him.
he was finally where you wanted him.
he loved you.
and you would finally be together.
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