𝕴'𝖑𝖑 𝖆𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖙𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚 | Dark!eddie

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

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

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 | 6.8k

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

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

𝕴'𝖑𝖑 𝖆𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖙𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚 | Dark!eddie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eddie shook his head.

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

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

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

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

“But you woke up?” you assumed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What sounds good?” you prompted him.

“Meat,” he answered flatly.

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

He hesitated, but nodded.

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

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

“Huh?” he mumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He shook his head, and you rolled your eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What…?”

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

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

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

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

“I’m so sorry,” he said again.

“I told you not to—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did it help?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What do you say?" he pressed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Babe, what’s wrong?”

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

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

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

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

I’m gonna try.

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

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

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

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

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

“He was a person!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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id absolutely die of happiness if you wrote about eddie having a really sweet shy kind gf and one day she finally musters up all the bravery she has to admit that she not only wants to lose her virginity to him but actually wants to be ruined by him- 🫣 ive had this stuck in my head forever pls

FINE CHINA

fandom: stranger things

parings: eddie munson x f reader

warnings: smut, swearing, degrading, choking, spanking, hair pulling, unprotected sex

You and Eddie had been dating for a few months now. It was an unexpected relationship and you honestly can’t even remember how it started. How someone as shy and quiet as you ended up with someone like Eddie Munson.

But here were, sitting in his lap while he played D&D with his friends. You didn’t understand the game that well but Eddie loved it, so you tried to your best to learn.

His arms wrapped tightly around you for a brief moment and all you could focus on was the feeling of his dick pressing against your ass. You wanted him to fuck you but you were always too shy to ask.

You wanted him to bend you over and treat you as if you were nothing. You wanted him to be rough, to spank you, choke you, tie you up. You thought about it day in and day out, but could never muster up the courage to ask.

He treated you like you were porcelain. Like you were fragile, like if he hugged you too hard you’d break into a million pieces, like fine china. And while you thoroughly enjoyed being treated as such you just wish that he would hurry up and steal your innocence.

So when D&D finally finished and you were seated next to him in the front seat of his van, one hand on your thigh as he drove back to his trailer, you were hyping yourself up because you knew that if you wanted it, you had to ask for it.

Once you were finally home, your panties already soaking from just imagining what could be, you stood in between his legs as he sat down on his bed to take his shoes off.

Eddie smiled up at you as you wrapped your arms around his neck, heart beating a million miles an hour, your words were caught in your throat. Suddenly feeling too shy to ask.

“Are you okay?” He hummed, hands rubbing up and down the sides of your legs.

“Eddie,” you spoke, your voice just over a whisper as you tried to collect your words. He looked up at you, a warm, loving smile on his face. You cleared your throat, “I want you to take my virginity.”

Eddie froze, eyes widened. “What, like right now?” He asked. You nodded. “Are you sure? I can wait for as long as you need-“

You cut him off, your finger pushed against his lips, silencing him. “I want it now,” you said. “And I don’t care about romantics, I don’t need candles or praises, it doesn’t need to special, I don’t want it soft,” you began. “I want you to wreck me, Eddie, want you to fuck me like a slut.”

Eddie grabbed your wrist, moving your hand from his face as he stood up. “Are you sure about that?” He asked.

You nodded profusely, hands dancing across his chest. “Yes, I want you to be rough with me, don’t want to be treated like fine china in the bedroom,” you said.

His hands moved to your hips, turning you around and pushing his lips roughly against yours. His fingers pulled on the hem of your shirt, helping you pull the fabric over your head and without wasting a second he unclasped your bra, your tits falling free.

His hands grabbed at them roughly, fingers pinching your sensitive nipples and you moaned. Your hands fumbled with his belt pushing his pants to the ground, followed by his boxers.

Eddie snatched your wrists before you could even think about touching him, he spun you around, pushing you flat onto your stomach on his bed. He pulled his shirt over his head and roughly dragged your shorts and panties down your legs.

“Get on all fours,” he demanded and you obeyed, glancing over your shoulder at him as his fingers dug into your hips. “You want to be fucked like a slut, then that’s what you’re going to get,” he said, his free hand cupping your mound.

You gasped as his cold fingers made contact with your heat. “So wet and i’ve barely touched you,” Eddie teased, spreading your wetness through your folds. You pushed your ass back, grinding your pussy against his hand and he slapped your ass. “So needy,” he said, pulling his hand away from you.

You whined, glaring over at him, missing his touch already. Eddie wrapped a hand around your throat, so tight you thought you were going to pass out. “Don’t give me dirty looks, sweetheart,” he spat, forcing your head up as he shoved his entire length inside of you without warning.

You cried out, a piercing pain shooting through your core at the unfamiliar feeling of something inside of you. Your fingers gripped his sheets, knuckles turning white, the pain wasn’t disappearing and you were about to ask him to stop. Tears pricked your eyes as he continued to drill into you.

It took a few seconds but eventually the horrible pain turned into pleasure and your cries turned into moans. Eddie let go of your throat and instead grabbed a fist full of your hair, his other hand wrapped around your stomach.

“How does it feel?” Eddie whispered in your ear before softly nipping at the skin of your neck.

“So good, Eddie… So, so good,” you whimpered in response. “C-can you go faster?” You asked.

Eddie chuckled, his grip on your hair tightening, you yelped as your head was pulled back once again. “Where are your manners, princess?” He asked.

“Please go faster,” you repeated.

“That’s better,” he said, letting go of your hair completely. Your face crashed into his mattress and your moans were muffled by his blankets as he pounded faster into you. “Don’t hide baby, wanna hear those pretty noises coming from your mouth,” Eddie said, tapping on the back of your head.

You turned your head to side and gasped loudly as he spanked your ass. Eddie laughed at you and you looked over at him, making eye contact.

“Look at you, so desperate to be fucked,” Eddie said. “Have you always been this desperate? Too scared to ask because you didn’t want me to think you were a whore?” He asked.

You moaned at his words, he was making you feel pathetic, but you kind of liked it. Liked it when he talked down to you, something that he had never done before.

“I’m gunna cum inside of you and you’re not gunna protest,” Eddie said. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” He asked. You nodded your head and he reached over, hand wrapping around your neck again, pulling you up so you were flush against his back as he continued to fucked himself into your pussy. “Your words, Y/N. Use your words, you’re not a baby,” he said.

“Yes!” You cried, tears pricking your eyes from how good his dick felt from this new angle. “I want you to cum inside of me, please, please, please. I need it,” you sobbed.

Eddie laughed at you, once again making you feel pathetic. “Good girl,” he said, sloppy kisses trailing down your neck. You felt the pressure in your core start to unwind, your whole body began to shake, pussy throbbing against his cock as you came hard. Moaning out profanities over and over as his grip around your neck only tightened. “Are you coming right now?” He asked. You choked out a yes, your hips rolling against his to create more friction. “Fuck babe- Jesus Christ, so tight,” he moaned, his tough act faltering for a second at the feeling of your pussy spasming against him cock. “Keep rolling your hips like that, sweetheart,” he breathed.

You whimpered, body trembling as you came down from your high, now focusing on the movements of your hips. It didn’t take long for Eddie to finish, bottoming out inside of you, making sure he shot his load into the deepest parts of your pussy. He pushed you away and you collapsed onto his bed, rolling onto your back, your chest rising and falling heavily.

Eddie stared down at you, a fucked out smile on your face. “Are you okay?” He asked, eyes filled with concern. “You know I didn’t mean-“

“Don’t ruin this for me,” you replied, holding your hand up, signalising for him to stop. “I’m fine, I loved it, I love you!” You exclaimed.

“I love you too,” he smiled, laying down beside you, wrapping an arm over your torso and pulling you close. “You really are the full package, Y/N. I’m not letting you go anywhere.”

You smiled at him, pressing a sweet kiss against his lips, “after that performance why would I want too?”

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beausophia22

2 years ago

trouble

warnings — 18 + innocence kink + age gap (readers in her 20’s, he’s in his mid 40’s!!) + daddy kink + house wife kink + breeding kink+ beard kink + cum play + slight degradation + overstimulation + bucky being an absolute menace

summary — act like one get treated like one.

a/n — please read the warnings! dads best friend bucky? absolutely!! because im so in love with this man and the beard does things to me. many more too cum;)

Jealousy, any man's kryptonite. It was the wrinkles on his sunkissed forehead, death grip around his glass and drowning out the nonsense of the men in front of him. It was some over the top, all out, summer bash that your dad’s company was throwing at some vineyard in the Hamptons. He swears you’d been making heart eyes at a younger man all day but he knew your eyes only ever belonged to him. He felt seventeen again — crushing hard on the girl of his dreams. The girl who made his stomach do somersaults, made his heart beat through his ears— that just made him weak for her.

He wanted to be the one next to you, arm around your waist tucking you into his side. His lips brushing against you as your eyes widened when something caught your interest. He needed a reminder that you were his. So when his steel eyes connected with his favorite doe eyes you knew what he needed— you.

“Bambi, been driven' me fuckin’ crazy all night.” Burgendy lips pressed against your jawline. “This dress? Trouble." His lips slotting against yours, "You’re trouble.” Hands roaming his wonder. “You’re about to feel me right there,” Cold fingers pressing against your body. Right where they belonged.

“Need to be close to that delicate heart of yours.” Heavy. Everything that was spoken between you two always held weight. A promise of belonging to one another.

“Want you to feel me spreading through your body, making its way up. Please, Bambi.”

Warm palms against his scruff that lines his sharp jaw line. He grew it out after you told him you loved the way it felt when his tongue and lips danced between your legs. How it looked after he made you cum- it was pornographic the way your cum lined his beard.

"I need you to see how much I love you."

Twinkle in your eyes as your lips chased his- all the confirmation he needed from you. Only this time his kisses became primal and territorial. Almost afraid if he didn’t you’d vanish.

Breathless and glazed “Where’s your dad?” Hands wrapped around your warm cheeks, the twinkle of those damn Bambi eyes as he looked for his answer.

“Still there.” Speaking between heavy breaths. “Won’t be till the morning.” Your nose scrunched and eyebrows raised. A lmichaeavious but daring look as you spoke to him.

Tongue running against his lips, “Perfect.” Cabernet consumed his tongue, “I’m about to make his daughter scream.”

Then within seconds he has you engulfed around your safe haven. Cold meeting your neck, molding your lips around his as he placed you on the kitchen counter.

Shaky hands found the button, then the zipper, demanding them down. Cold air fanning your body as he raised your dress up and ripping off the white that covered his favorite place to mark — breed.

You looked marvelous. Pebbled nipples from cool air wrapping around your them, faint purple marks trailed along your neck from the earlier and you with those damn Bambi eyes silently pleading him to fulfill his promise.

“Can’t wait Buck, need to feel you. Please.” His favorite song sang.

A groan leaving his lips as he wrapped his hand around his cock, running it through your dripping folds— only ever this wet for him.

Bucky’s tip pressing against your pussy unleashed a sound that was downright beautiful before your velvet walls welcomed him home.

“Fuck Bambi. You get tighter since this morning?” His forehead resting on yours, as he brought you closer to him and finding your lips.

Determined to have his cock feel the heart that belonged to him.

Tongues fighting for dominance, your hands tangled through his hair and when he hit that one spot he captured not only your tongue but the moan he gave you. It was like the gates of hell had opened when he saw you tonight. He should've been the reason for your laugh and smile, not the people you had been speaking to.

“Shit— you drove me crazy tonight y’know that?” Grunting out as you sucked him back in. “That dress is a menace. Stop lookin’ so good.”

“Stop lookin’ at me then.” You threw right back at him, only adding fuel to burning fire.

“Such a fuckin’ brat— don’t worry, i’ll fuck that right outta ya.”

Ripping away from you, he had you pinned against the marble counter. God did he miss those pebbled nipples. Fuck. What he wouldn't give to see how cold they felt. Loved marking them, biting them and twisting your nipple— the sound that fell from your lips made him drive harder into you. Moans erupting from the two of you. They were poetic.

“Act like a brat, I’ll fuck you like one.” Your body connects with his. Fingers splayed around your neck with his lips dancing around it, his fingers tracing the promises against your clit.

“Y’know I can’t not look at the most important wonder of the world, Bambi. Especially since she’s mine.” Teeth grazing your neck with each spoken word. You clenched around him as he spoke.

You got off on the way he spoke to you. Each word holding meanings behind them. His cock brushing against your g’spot earning moan after moan out of you. You squeezed tighter around him each time he hit.

“More daddy. So close.” His lips found your as he swallows each moan. Forefinger and middle finger pressing harder against your clit. The other working your nipples— pulling and twisting. His lips pull away to listen to the words that would leave your swollen lips.

“Beg me.” Speaking those two words in your mouth.

“Please let me cum. I— ‘m sorry. Won’t be a brat.” Lie.

“Let me cum for you. ‘ll be a good girl. Lemme show you how much I love you. Wha ya do to me.”

“Let me make a mess for you, daddy.” You moaned.

A grunt left his mouth capturing your lips with his. He was done for, “Fuck Bambi cum for daddy.”

White coating his cock— your claim to him, as he fucked you through your first orgasm but never stopping as he fucked you through your first, ready to pull another one out of you.

Leaving you empty for a split second before his hands wrap around your hips spinning you around to sit on him.

“C’mon Bambi. Y’can do it.” His hands help you work yourself on top of him.

“Too sensitive.” You whined against his lips.

“Yeah? Well ‘m gonna need one more outta ya. Y’know for being a brat and all.” Hips snapping against you, “Need to watch those Bambi eyes as they roll back when ya cum.” Pink swollen lips, his tongue running against his bottom lip as his eyes beamed brighter than before.

Sweat lined your forehead as your hair stuck to it and a moan left those lips he craved when he came into contact with your ass.

“Bounce on daddy’s cock baby. Make me cum so you can feel it right here.” Your heart. “Let me try and touch your heart. Be a good girl.”

“C’mon fuck me like the whore you are.” His hips snapped up hitting your g’spot over and over again, fingers sliding to pinch your clit. Velvet walls with silky folds. Bucky swore he could feel your cum seeping out of you when you bounced up only to miss the feeling when you came back down.

“Gonna cum baby. Need to cum with ya. Let go for me.”

It was blissfully pornographic. The sounds that filled the kitchen as he came in you and you all over him were perfect. Just like the sight in front of him when you both came down.

Absolutely beautifully wrecked.

Standing up, he placed you on the chair as he stood in front of you. Kissing every inch of his favorite thing to taste, feel, touch, smell and hear. All the way down till he was crouching in front of your dripping, puffy and ruined pussy.

“‘M gonna need to buy lots of dresses baby.” Mirrored kisses placed along the legs he loved wrapped around him and his head. His lips leaving your skin— already craving for them to go back home.

“Why's that?” You hummed out running a hand through his hair and the other grazing his beard. His fingers never leave you as they ghost over your pink puffy folds. A whimper leaving your lips the moment he makes contact with your clit.

“Because when I buy you that dream house, I’ll have the access to fuck you against every surface of it.” His fingers pressing the cum back into you.

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beausophia22

2 years ago

silk thoughts

pairing(s): steve harrington x fem!reader x eddie munson

summary: steve decides to give eddie some lessons on being with a girl and eddie realizes he's a little too attached to the two of you.

warning(s): 18+ content, heavy makeouts, fingering (f rec), finger riding, inexperienced!eddie, slight dom/sub dynamics, dom!steve, eddie being a simp and steve giving orders and very unedited work.

a/n: aaah im so proud of this fic so i hope you enjoyed the fic, tell me what you think and feel free to request.

ALSO THIS IS NOT NO FREE USE SHIT YOU CANNOT PLAGIARIZE OR REPOST MY WORK ON THIRD PARTY SITES.

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Eddie felt absolutely breathless looking between you and Steve. You were kneeled beside him, a soft smile on your face as you played with the hem of your shirt that only covered the top of your panties.

Your lips looked slightly bruised from how rough Steve had kissed you just a few moments ago.

Eddie's eyes drifted to Steve who stood in front of you, a lazy smile on his face as he whispered something in your ear making you cover your face in embarrassment.

Eddie's mouth felt dry, he couldn't think straight and he was so incredibly hard right now.

"Are you backing out?" Steve asked him eyebrows furrowed. Eddie cleared his throat shifting in his seat "No!" He said a bit too quickly causing Steve to laugh.

Eddie didn't know what he was thinking when he asked Steve for help. Eddie was far from a virgin but he never said he was any good at sex, not that he was horrible but he wasn't the most experienced. He was aware of how Steve clearly had very much experience with you since you were very open about your sexual experiences with Steve.

You often couldn't keep your mouth shut constantly boosting Steve's ego.

Now what Eddie expected when he asked for help was some friendly advice but what he got was this.

Steve said it'd probably be better if he just tried it out with you and Steve gave him some good pointers.

"This isn't going to like ruin the friendship or anything right?" Eddie asked picking at a loose thread on the couch. All 3 of you were pretty good friends and he didn't want to ruin that. "No" Steve shook his head.

"If you want we can never speak about it again" You shrugged and Eddie nodded in response. If he does a bad job he does not want hear about it for days on end.

"Y/N's going to take it easy with you, isn't that right?" Steve looked towards you as you moved closer to Eddie "Yep" you smiled "Can I get in your lap?" You asked, your voice was like silk.

"Sure" he choked out, goosebumps appeared along Eddie's skin when your hand touched his bicep as you threw your leg over his lap sitting on his lap.

Steve leaned on the coffee table watching you.

"You're going start out just kissing alright? You've kissed before right?" Steve teased and Eddie glared at him.

"Shut up" He managed to get out as you leaned closer, your lips brushing against his. You were clearly hesitant, you didn't want to move too fast, afraid of making him uncomfortable.

Steve leaned forward lightly shoving your head, your lips pressed against Eddie's and Eddie melted into the kiss. "There we go" your lips moved against Eddie's.

Eddie knew it was wrong as his heart thumped in his chest, he liked this more than he should, he liked Steve's girlfriend more than he should.

Eddie hummed against your lips, he felt almost like he was on top of the world. You tasted like the vanilla ice cream the 3 of you had been eating earlier.

Eventually the two of you pulled away but Eddie found himself chasing after your lips and you giggled pecking his lips once more.

"That was amazing" he breathed out, truthfully no one had ever kissed him that fucking good before. "She's good, isn't she?"

Steve moved his seat beside the two of you "But you're too sweet with her" he hummed pushing some hair off your shoulder "You gotta kiss her like she's a slut, like this" Steve's hand slid to the back of your neck pulling you closer to him kissing you roughly.

Eddie could see that unlike when he kissed you, Steve was clearly in control. His tongue in your mouth as he cupped the back of your head and you moaned against his lips.

Steve pulled away a string of spit between the two of you "See? She likes it when you're a little rough with her" His question was directed towards Eddie but he could hardly focus as he watched Steve wipe his finger across your bottom lip. Steve smiled at you like he was in love which he so clearly was.

Oh, Eddie wanted something like that, he wanted something like the two of you had though he wasn't sure if he wanted something like it or if he simply wanted the two of you.

"Are you listening?" Steve nudged him with his elbow "Yeah" Eddie muttered nodding his head. "Now I want you to kiss her again this time take control"

You fixed yourself on his lap staring down at him, you could tell he wasn't quite sure "It's okay" you reassured him "You got this" He nodded, your words enough to get him going.

He kissed you again this time trying to memorize Steve's movements as he kissed you, pushing his tongue into your mouth, massaging his tongue against yours.

"Good" Steve praised both of you moaned at his words not quite sure who he was praising but happy with the way it made you feel nonetheless. You began to grind against Eddie's cock through his jeans.

He was surely going to cum in his jeans if you kept moving like that.

Eddie kept his hands to himself not wanting to overstep but with one hand Steve lifted your shirt holding it just above your breast and with the other Steve grabbed Eddie's hand and placed it on your breast.

With Steve's hand on top of Eddie's he began kneading your breast, a low whimper slipped from your lips though it was slightly muffled by Eddie's lips.

Your skin felt soft against Eddie's rough hands. Steve used Eddie's hand to squeeze your breast and you let out a breathy sigh pulling away from Eddie.

Eddie felt like he was heaven, he was wondering what he had done to experience something so beautiful.

That's when Steve noticed it, the glint in his eyes as he stared up at you, he seemed almost entranced by you. He seemed almost in love.

The strange thing was Steve didn't mind it, with other guys he'd get a bit jealous but with Eddie it was different. He couldn't explain why but it was

"Tease her tits" Steve told him "Tease her tits?" Steve playfully rolled his eyes moving Eddie's hand from your breast "Come here Y/N" Steve grabbed your hand helping you move from Eddie's lap to his.

Eddie couldn't help but miss the feeling of you on top of him.

He lifted your shirt off your body throwing it somewhere causing you to chuckle softly. Eddie's eyes roamed your upper body, he was sure he had never seen anything so hot.

"You're so pretty" Steve muttered in appreciation "Isn't she pretty Eddie?"

"So pretty" Eddie whispered like he was in a trance "I think you're both really pretty too" you joked and Steve chuckled causing Eddie to crack a smile and for a moment it felt like it was all 3 of you in a relationship just laughing together.

Eddie shook his head at himself trying to remind himself that he wasn't invited here to start a relationship.

Steve reached both his hands up cupping your breasts kneading them in his hand "You paying attention?"

"Yeah, of course" Eddie shifted in his seat before Steve pressed your breasts together taking his time to place kisses on both of them.

Eddie could almost cum just watching the way you stared at Steve with your pretty lust filled eyes.

"You gotta tease her a little bit" leaned up flicking his tongue on your hardened nipple. "She likes when you talk sweet to her and call her pretty, don't you my pretty girl?"

You wanted to deny it but I mean what person didn't like being called pretty? You cheeks heated up in embarrassment and Steve laughed placing light kisses on your breasts once more.

"My girl's an easy girl to please except when she's being a little brat" Steve commented pinching your thigh and you pouted "I'm not a brat, Steve's just mean to me sometimes" You told Eddie looking at for what felt to Eddie like the first time.

It felt strange to have your attention to on him. He almost felt butterflies "He's mean to you?" Eddie breathed out trying to get a hold of himself and you nodded.

Steve snorted rolling his eyes "Let's not pretend you're always a good girl"

"Oh come on look at this face" Eddie reached out touching your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. Steve smirked as he saw how comfortable Eddie was getting with you. "You're always a good girl right?"

"Always, Eddie" his name slipped from your lips and he could not describe the damage it had done to him.

It felt wrong to feel this way.

Steve looked over to Eddie who seemed fully engulfed in the sight of you, Steve could see how painfully hard he looked in his jeans.

Steve licked his lips "Give me your hand"

"What?" Eddie blinked his eyes in confusion "Give me your hand" Steve repeated and Eddie placed his hand in Steve's.

Steve's other hand pulled on the waist band on your panties leaving just enough space to slip Eddie's hand in. You gasped at the feeling of Eddie's cold fingers against your wet center.

Eddie slid his fingers experimentally through your soak folds, his ring bumping your clit causing you to jump a little bit.

"She's soaked, right? That's what you get when you tease her a little bit, you gotta wind her up" Steve said staring up at your pretty face "You gonna show Eddie how much of a good girl you are?" Steve asked and you nodded eagerly.

"Put two fingers inside her" Steve ordered and Eddie followed his orders, Eddie feeling somewhat turned on by Steve telling him what to do.

God, what was wrong with him? Here he was with his two friends, feeling incredibly turned on.

This had to be a crime.

Eddie went to thrust his fingers inside you when Steve gripped his wrist stopping him.

"No, she's such a good girl right? Let her do it herself"

You let out a whine at his words "No whining" Steve huffed causing you to sigh giving your best puppy dog eyes to Eddie and he wanted to give in the second you gave him your sweet little pout.

He will never understand how Steve can tell you no.

"Y/N" Steve warned and you rolled your eyes but still began to move your hips against his fingers. You raised your hips fucking yourself on his fingers. Sweet moans slipped from your lips as you soaked Eddie's fingers.

Eddie wasn't sure how he would ever get over this. Sure early he had said to forget about this but he wasn't sure he wanted to.

This lesson had turned into something completely different and Eddie wasn't mad about it. He was enjoying it, enjoying so, so much.

He wanted you forever, He wanted you and Steve forever.

He was so lost in thought that he didn't hear you moaning his name and begging for him to let you cum.

He mentally slapped himself for getting so wrapped up in his thoughts to miss this amazing moment. "Should I let her cum?" He asked Steve, reminding himself that he was not in control.

Steve was.

Eddie liked kinda liked it that way.

"Do you wanna see her cum?"

"Please say yes" You whimpered and Eddie couldn't deny you.

No words could describe how Eddie felt right now watching you cum on his fingers, amazing was too much of an understatement. You looked so hot with your head back while you fucked yourself through your orgasm on his fingers.

Steve grabbed Eddie's wrist pulling it away from your wet center. Steve began cooing at you telling you how much of a good girl you were, his fingers wiping the tears that had slipped from your eyes. He gave you soft reassuring kisses.

"We can work on more stuff tomorrow if you want" Steve glanced at Eddie who nodded.

Steve's words bringing Eddie back to the reality that it was just you and Steve.

Not you, him and Steve.

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beausophia22

2 years ago

Welcome Home

Pairing: sugar daddy!Chris Evans x fem!Reader

Summary: Chris asks you to be at his place waiting for him when he gets home from a work trip and the wait is unbearable after not having seen him for a few weeks.

Warnings: RPF, AU, established sugar daddy/baby relationship (not really mentioned), getting caught masturbating, calling him “daddy,” oral (m + f receiving), pussy slapping, unprotected sex, 18+ please please please minors dni

Word count: ~1,600

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His texts from just a couple hours ago play over and over in your head as you sit in his oversized living room alone, waiting for him to get home.

“Can you be at my place tonight? I'll be home around 7:30 and would love to see you.”

“Maybe waiting for me in one of those pretty sets I bought you last month. 😉”

“Been too long since I've seen you, princess. Those videos have been fun, but I need the real thing.”

The last one had heat rushing to your cheeks as you vividly remembered the videos you'd exchanged over the past few weeks. You had to snap your head up, scanning the room to make sure no one had seen your sudden change in demeanor – your breath caught in your throat, involuntarily shifting in your seat – upon the escalation of his messages.

Just the mere thought of the videos again and you're finding yourself scrolling back to find them. Some are just audio, him groaning your name in a dark room or his low voice giving you slow instructions that you didn’t dare disobey as you made the videos you sent back.

Others leave nothing to your imagination. The ‘Look what the thought of you does to me, babygirl’s and ‘Come with daddy’s have an immediate effect on you. Somewhere in the back of your mind is the voice telling you to be patient, but you fail to listen, quickly shimmying out of your jeans before leaning back, sinking against his sofa.

Watching him teasingly stroke his hard cock, your hand slips between your legs, fingers fumbling to push your panties to the side.

A whimper escapes your lips when your fingertips brush over your folds, dipping into your wetness before returning to your throbbing clit.

“Fuck,” you whisper, biting your lip and closing your eyes as you listen to his breaths become heavier.

You feel like you're right on the edge until you hear someone clear their throat from across the room. Eyes snapping open, you scramble to turn your phone off, throwing it to the other end of the sofa.

“Chris,” you gasp, sitting up and trying to compose yourself the best you can. “You're back–”

“What were you doing?”

As if he didn't see. You have to refrain from rolling your eyes, instead playing innocent. “Sorry, daddy.” The look in your eyes turns more apologetic the closer he gets to you. “I'm sorry. I just couldn't wait to see you.”

“So you fucked youself instead of waiting for the real thing?” As stern as he's trying to be, he can't suppress the amused smirk on his face.

“No, daddy,” you promise, shaking your head. “I didn't even come.”

He can't help but laugh at that. If he didn't miss you so much, he'd be doling out a punishment already.

“Look!” You lean forward, grabbing a bottle off the coffee table in front of you. “I got a beer ready for you.”

He slowly takes it from you, but his stern look is back. “And that's supposed to make it all better?”

Smiling up at him standing in front of you, you nod innocently.

“On your knees.”

Quickly forcing the smile off your face, you do as he says, and let him take your spot on the sofa while you kneel on the floor between his legs.

“Did you have a good trip?”

He brings the bottle to his lips to hide his smile as he watches your fingers work to undo his pants. He loves your nervous habit of trying to make small talk during moments like this.

“Yeah,” he sighs, taking a swig of his drink. “It was good. Glad to be home for a while though.”

“Me too,” you smirk, rubbing the palm of your hand over his dick before wrapping your hand around him.

“God damn,” he sighs, dropping his head back before looking back down at you. “Especially when I get to come home to this.”

“You deserve it, daddy.” Your words are a whisper before you’re taking the tip of his cock in your mouth.

He leans over you to put his drink down, the movement forcing you to take more of him into your mouth.

“That's it,” he cooes, feeling you softly gag on him. “Good girl. I know it's been a while.”

You'd nod if you could, the tears pricking your eyes as you try to breathe through your nose reminding you of exactly that.

With the help of his hand on the back of your head guiding you, you slowly fall into a rhythm of lifting your head and sinking your mouth back on him.

The sounds filling the room can only be described as lewd as you drool and gag around his dick.

It takes you a second to register what's happening when he gently eases you off of him, cursing under his breath about how good you feel. “Would love to have your mouth on me all night, shit. You're so good.”

As you sit there, wiping your mouth off on the back of your hand, he's grabbing his beer for one more quick drink.

“Get up here.” He holds his hand out to help you up to the sofa so he can switch places with you. “I wanna taste something else now.”

Eagerly nodding, you help him by pushing your panties off. His arms hook around your thighs to pull you to the edge of the cushion.

“Been waiting–” He pauses his thought to press teasing kisses along your inner thighs, your breath hitching each time he gets close to your center. “–To get my mouth back on this pussy.”

“Chris,” you gasp, feeling his tongue parting your folds, licking a stripe up your slit. “Fuck, daddy.”

Still sensitive from before, his tongue on your clit has you whining, fingers grasping and pulling at his hair.

He groans at the sting, the vibrations of his voice spreading right through your body as his hands grip your hips tighter–to keep you from squirming–so he can devour you.

“You're gonna make me come,” you choke out, tugging at his hair again to keep him in place. “Please, please–”

As much as he wants to give in, taste everything you have to give on his tongue, he wills himself to pull away. You feel pathetic, not able to suppress the desperate whine you let out.

“Not–” His hand comes down harshly against your cunt. “Yet.” And again, causing you to cry out, in pain, but mostly in pleasure. You swear one more slap would have sent you tumbling over the edge.

“Daddy, please. Please.” It's like it's the only word you know at this point as you watch him push off the floor and sit next to you.

He doesn't even have to ask before you’re clambering onto his lap.

“Okay, okay,” he chuckles. “Let's get this off of you first.” His hands find the hem of the sweater you're wearing so he can help you out of it. “That's better.”

“You too,” you pout, clumsy fingers searching for the hem of his t-shirt so you can tug it off of him.

“Better?”

“Yes,” you murmur, leaning forward to give him a soft kiss.

It doesn't last long when he shifts just right for his cock to nudge against your entrance. “Ah,” you take in a sharp breath as you push down onto him.

“Christ, sweetheart.” His head falls back as he revels in the feeling of your tight cunt swallowing his cock. A whimper from you has him looking back up at you though. “Slow, babygirl. There's no rush.”

Taking as much of him as you can, your body shudders at the fullness he makes you feel. “Feels so good, daddy.”

“I know,” he exhales, convinced he'll bust right now if you don't move soon. “You gonna ride daddy's cock? Show him how much you missed him?”

“Mhm,” you hum, pressing your hands to his shoulders for leverage as you begin to lift off of him before sinking back down on him.

“Shit,” he groans. “Good girl. Just like that.”

It doesn't take long for your movements to get sloppier, falling into a steady rhythm on top of him.

You're seeing stars each time your clit bumps against his pelvis, hurling you toward the edge once again.

“I'm close,” you moan, grinding harder against him.

“Yeah?” His hand comes up to the back of your neck to pull your face down to his. He hasn't forgotten about your little stunt before. “Who makes this pussy feel good?”

“You, daddy,” you cry out, legs beginning to quiver.

“Good girl. You better remember it's only ever me.”

“Always you! ’s your pussy, daddy.”

“Now come for me,” he orders through clenched teeth, needing to feel you, his high following suit.

“Oh God–”

He catches your writhing body against his own as you come, taking over to work you through your high and chase his own.

With a loud groan, his hips still to keep his cock deep inside you as his release fills you. “Good girl,” he growls with each residual twitch of his cock. “Did so good for me, pretty girl. Fuck.”

Catching his breath, he loosens the hold he has on you, softly rubbing your back as you do the same.

He lets out a quiet laugh. “You with me?”

“I think so,” you giggle, lifting your face from the crook of his neck to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Welcome home.”

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beausophia22

3 years ago

A Perfect Fit

Mobster! Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You’re working your usual shift at a high-end lingerie store when an unlikely client makes an appearance.

Warnings: Non-con/Dub-con, smut, Coercion

Word count: 4k

A/N: This is trashy filth. Period. One-shot.

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♦ DARK. EXPLICIT. 18+. You’re responsible for the media you choose to consume ♦

Today is slow.

The only customers idly perusing the racks are two teenage girls who giggle and slap each other on the arm each time they hold up one one of the expensive sets, and an undecided young woman whose skeptical glances at the price tags inform you she’ll likely leave the store empty-handed.

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beausophia22

2 years ago

Eddie: Ok, so, nickname for Nancy, what are we thinking? Personally, I'm leaning towards "Ripley". Badass, fierce, and a good soul. Yeah?

Steve: Come on man, it's gotta be "Hotshot".

Nancy: Really? The best you could come up with is "Hotshot"?

Steve: It's accurate! You're an attractive woman and your aim with a gun is amazing!

Robin: I'd call her "Mommy".

Eddie, Steve, and Nancy: *All slowly turn towards Robin*

Robin: *Hit with realisation* Oh... I said that out loud... Didn't I?

Nancy: *With THOSE dom eyes* Oh yeah you did.

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beausophia22

2 years ago

Secret Ingredient

Dark! PTA Dads! Stucky x Teacher! Reader

Summary: You take such good care of their daughter Rebecca that Bucky and Steve decide they want to take care of you too.

Warnings: NON-CON, smut, somnophilia, drugging, kidnapping, breeding kink

Word count: 6.9k

A/N: @cocoamoonmalfoy helped brainstorm. Thanks!

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♦ DARK. EXPLICIT. 18+. You’re responsible for the media you choose to consume ♦

Squirming beneath the scrutiny of Bucky Barnes, you tuck a stray coil behind your ear. Sending him an awkward smile, you avert your gaze, letting it wander back to the front of the gymnasium.

The reason this is likely all in your head proudly stands on stage, perorating about the benefits of parental input in matters regarding the curriculum for the next year. Steve Rogers. President of the PTA, husband to Bucky Barnes, father of an adorable six year old…and your worst nightmare as a teacher.

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marvel sebastian stan dark steve rogers dark bucky barnes dark chris evans

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beausophia22

2 years ago