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Run Rabbit, Run (Dark! Eddie Munson 🍒🪽)
tags: roommates to lovers, modern!metalhead!eddie munson(maybe not a complete face match to ST!Eddie, but his look is up to your imagination), slight predator/prey dynamic (more tags in the next part when it gets more NSFW), but expect a lil degradation, impact, knives, kind of fucked up intense dirty talk, morallygrey!eddie, they may or may not be completely human (also up to interpretation), and as usual always!black always!non-binary POV 🌟🍒
roommate!eddie munson who puts you on edge from the moment you come across him — responding to a post on a queer housing page on facebook because you get a new job that pays enough to move out your ex’s place but you still need a roommate and something about his post is just…appealing. this self-proclaimed “bisexual metalhead chef” whose love language is homemade omelettes, who waxes poetic about maintaining a harmonious home, who bakes when he’s stressed and has a black cat named cerberus (“he’s not really mine, he just likes to curl up at the foot of my bed on the weekends like i’m his little side-piece, so you know…basically mine”), and just desperately wants to live with someone who is clean and sweet and will play taste-test with him when he experiments with new recipes.
and that sounds fucking nice, ok? especially after your previous situation where you did all the cleaning and cooking and emotional labour and got cheated on for all your trouble.
and yeah, ok, maybe eddie is kind of cute in every single picture he puts up with his post — with his dark hair and dark eyes shining bright and mischievous tucked into the fur of a serious looking black cat, and his ringed hands (big, and strong-looking, and tatted up) with a guitar clutched expertly between them and his chains and his fucking tongue between his teeth when he smiles this big, dumb, razor-sharp smile even while covered in flour and wielding a tray full of mini peach galette’s. maybe he’s kind of exactly your type on paper — good in the kitchen, queer as fuck and proud of it, sharp teeth, dark eyes….
it’s not until the day you meet him in person that you start to get a little bit antsy, a little too-small in your skin. because he looks better than his pictures, which is wild. he’s got just a hint of stubble, pretty eyelashes, so much silver glinting in his ears and all through his face and a blackout tattoo that crawls up his back and some ink crawling up the side of his face a little too and god damn it, it suits him — all his ink and silver and his long curly hair half tied up in a sloppy bun. he’s so much taller in person too, so much bigger than you, and it’s kind of funny cuz he doesn’t seem like he should be so big and broad in the shoulders because he’s a fucking metalhead kitchen nerd, but — his white t-shirt stretches so nice across his chest that it’s a little bit obscene and a little bit see through so you clock just a hint of the tattoos that he must just be covered in tip to toe and he smells like tobacco and jasmine, smells so good he kind of makes your mouth water — which is just like, so fucking rude.
and maybe you’d be able to deal with all of that if he was as much as an asshole as he kind of looked — but he’s not, he opens the door to you and his eyes light up, and he’s all bright and chatty and welcoming, asking if he can hug you or shake your hand or whatever you want, i’m just super tactile, here let me take your coat, woah your hair is so fucking cool, your braids are just gorgeous, kind of like zoë kravitz in high fidelity — oh shit, yeah, totally see the vision, and you did that yourself, that’s insane, you’re so talented.
and he keeps a clean apartment , a big beautiful apartment that smells of jasmine incense and bakery — kitchen nice and organized, cast iron skillets displayed proudly on the wall, a well-stocked fridge lovingly adorned with Polaroids and magnets, and he’s all like you can use anything you want, and if you need me to pick anything just put in on the list, i got a good plug for grocery stuff, yeah, totally it’s all cool, just picked up like, so many beets for like nothing, we’re gonna be swimming in beet juice for a week.
and the living room is so comfy, big soft leather couch smothered in blankets and an electric fireplace, and a glass coffee table covered in cookbooks and a bookshelf bursting with life, and you can just see yourself lounging here, laying on your front in the plush carpet in the flow of the fireplace while he tinkers in the kitchen. and your bedroom is huge too — wood floors, high ceilings, enough space for a king bed and your clothing rack and mannequins and maybe even some room to do yoga and to tuck your sewing set-up into the corner while you watch the skyline stretch green and gorgeous ahead of you.
and the bathroom is so clean you could eat off the floors, which is crazy — there is eucalyptus hanging in the shower. the bath mat is shaped like a cherry. you almost go light-headed.
it’s all so perfect, and it sets you on edge because you know there’s trouble brewing. you know you’re going to move into this big beautiful apartment and settle right in, that you’re going to wake up every morning relieved and grateful and comfortable. that you’re going to be well-fed and so, so much happier than what you came from.
it’s all so perfect — except for eddie. eddie, who is whip-smart and a pleasure to be around, who is accommodating and a great listener, who is so sweet and sensitive when you tell him the real reason you left your old place, who is all oh, man, i’m so sorry, what a fucking prick, can’t believe he did that to you — didn’t deserve you at all, so glad you chose yourself, if you need any space just let me know, if you need anything at all, just let me know, ok?
eddie, who is so perfect that he almost has you fooled. almost — because he’s good at playing sweet and sensitive, and he’s good at playing with the expectations that people may have about what he’s going to act like based on what he looks like. he’s good at subverting — but you’re good at reading between the lines, and noticing things about people that they don’t think anyone else can see — call it a trauma response, or some kind of innate intuition, or both. it’s how you knew that your ex had been cheating on you months before you got your shit together and decided to do something about it — it’s how you could see through every single lie, even when he was lying for so long that he started to believe it himself. it’s your little superpower.
and eddie is not immune to that, no matter how good he is at wearing the skin that he shows to other people — you see the shift, the split second where he can’t hide that look in his eyes, that tick in his jaw. it’s just a split second, but you catch it, feeling his eyes on you when you look through all the pictures pinned to the fridge (eddie playing with his band, bathed in pink neon lights, eddie in his work-whites, eddie making silly faces with bowls of spaghetti smothered in grated cheese, eddie dressed down in just his sweatpants and sleep mussed hair, flipping a lazy bird at the camera, ink all down his chest and across both arms, inked all the way down to his hips in his low-slung sweats…). his gaze makes the back of your neck warm up, and you feel, syrupy slow, the way his eyes travel all the way down your body and back up, as heavy as a physical touch brushing across your skin. you let him look for a second, and when you turn your head to look back at him, and his eyes snap up to yours, he can’t tuck that glint in his eyes back fast enough.
you see it, then — the way he looks at you, like he wants to pick the meat from your bones, like he wants to crawl inside you and feel every inch of you within, like he wants to bleed you, suck you dry, make you scream. it is the look of a starving man, of a wolf licking its teeth, of a creature that just spotted something supremely tasty right as it’s ears prick up because it senses danger. it is a look that makes you want to run, just to see how long it will take for him to find you, to know what he’ll do when he does.
and right before he tucks that look back into its hiding place, he catches you catch him, and that split second is what haunts you for days, the moment you realize that you are well and truly fucked — he holds your eyes, tilts his head and does not look even a little bit ashamed to be caught, because whatever he sees on your face, in your eyes, whatever you reveal to him — it makes his pupils dilate, makes his tongue run across his (sharp, sharp, sharp) teeth inside of his mouth, makes him go hm.
and then, just like that, it’s gone. he lights up again, tucks the wolf to bed, leans against the doorway (doesn’t come closer, like he’s trying not to spook you, like you’re a wild rabbit on alert, rabbit heart beating hard in your chest), and tells you the story behind every picture, funny and bright and inviting. like nothing ever happened.
and you know there’s trouble brewing.
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You Don’t Own Me
Filthy One Shot
Dom!Drug-Dealer Eddie Munson x Popular Fem Reader
Eddie sitting so smug and official on his throne makes me feral so I had to turn it into something
Summary: You go looking for Eddie Munson after school to score some more party favors and find him alone in the theater department after one of his DnD campaigns. But it’s not the drugs you’re addicted to.
Warnings: Lots of smut 18+ Dom Drug Dealer Eddie x Popular Fem Reader. Drug deal, refrences to hard drugs, unprotected p in v sex, light bondage, cheating, blackmail (it's vague), oral (m recieving), creampie (I fn hate that word but what’re you gonna do), Eddie is actually a sweetheart, derogatory names, pet names, vulgar language. Pet play kink, exhibitionism kink, size kink, praising kink, breeding if you squint. Soft sweetheart in the streets, mean dom in the sheets. May be a bit descriptive of the dick and cum scenes. #so be warned it might be gross.
Song Inspiration: ‘You Don’t Own Me’ by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts
Word Count-3.1k
Your first time meeting Drug Dealer Eddie here
“Hey, Babydoll. Been wondering when you’d show up again,” the long haired metal head leaned back in the high backed throne that was kept in the prop room of the school's theater department. The Dungeons and Dragons after school group, The Hellfire Club, used the room for their weekly meetings, and their leader had made it a point to drag what he called ‘The Master’s Throne’ to the head of the game table. As the club's appointed Dungeon Master, what he says goes, otherwise your character might not make it through to the end of the campaign. On nights after the campaigns, he sometimes holds open ‘office hours’ for drug deals to those students in the know, since the theater teacher never actually stays after school when she loans the room to the club.
“Hi, Eddie,” you greeted him sheepishly. He merely sat back with his elbows propped up on the arms of the throne, his hands clasped together as he looked you up and down. You shuffled your feet nervously as you stopped at the door, letting it swing shut behind you. Fuck, you shouldn’t be here. After the first time you had bought—or rather, traded for—drugs, your boyfriend had been growing more suspicious of your elusive behavior. He had almost suspected something when you went to his house right after your encounter with Eddie that day and he had felt how much more wet you seemed when you started fooling around. Your blood had run cold as you hoped beyond hope that he just thought it was only your fluids he was feeling, and you swore to yourself that you’d start being good. But, here you were again, facing your hot drug dealer in his private quarters.
“Well, step over here and have a seat, sweetheart,” Eddie gestured to one of the vacated chairs at the edge of the table. Your heels clicked on the linoleum as you made your way towards him, hoping it wasn't obvious that you had chosen those shoes for a reason. And your skirt. And your little pink leather choker. He watched as you sank down into the chair beside him before reaching down to pull out his metal lunchbox from beside the throne. “So what can I do for you today?”
“I’m…I'm here to get some party favors. For a, um…y'know, a-a party,” you blushed at how flustered he made you, but he just smiled warmly as he waited for you to finish.
“Sure, hon. Anything in particular?” Eddie flipped open the top of the lunchbox with a crash, eyeing the contents.
“Um…I was wondering if you had any…coke,” you said softly, not daring to look him in the eyes. You felt his stare boring into you as you fidgeted with the hem of your skirt.
“I do. But, I don't sell blow to teenagers, sweetheart. Gotta have a moral line somewhere, right?” he grinned, tilting his head down to enter your line of sight. Your eyes lifted to meet his and he was regarding you with an almost parental expression.
“Oh, um…okay. I’m sorry,” you blinked and looked away again.
“Don’t be sorry, love. Tell you what, I’ll give you a bulk discount on some bud and uh…I’ll sell you some coke when you’re older. How’s that sound?” Eddie offered, his eyes fixed on your blushing face. You looked back up at him and nodded, returning his smile. He fished through his lunchbox and pulled out a sandwich bag of the green plant, the odor almost instantaneously hitting your nostrils as he dropped it on the table. He shifted in his seat to lean on the arm of the throne, looking from the weed to you.
“Now, how will you be paying today, angel? Cash or cunt?” Eddie asked tauntingly as he fixed you with a devious expression, his kind playfulness melting away. His question caught you off guard, causing you to stare at him like a deer in headlights before having to shift in your seat to clench your thighs together. He picked up on your tension and moved to rise from his throne, slamming his palms down on the arms and pushing himself up before walking around to stand behind you. He placed his rough hands on your shoulders, rubbing them gently before sliding them down your chest and stopping just before the neckline of your shirt. You shivered at the coldness of his rings on your bare skin as he bent down to where his lips just barely grazed your ear.
“If this is what you want, all you gotta do is say yes,” he whispered, earning an eager nod from you. “No, doll. See, I need you to use your words.”
“Y-Yes, Eddie. Please…fuck me,” you breathed, and in one swift movement, he had spun your chair around with surprising ease to face him. He guided you out of your seat with his hand around your jaw, leading you into a passionate kiss before walking you back to the edge of the table. He lifted you up by the backs of your thighs and set you down on the table top, positioning himself between your legs. Your hands immediately sought out his belt buckle and began undoing it as he broke away from the kiss to lift his shirt up over his head.
Eddie groaned into your lips when he returned to them as you had slipped your hand into his jeans to feel his growing erection through his boxers. He tugged at the bottom of your shirt, pushing it just over the top of your breasts where you had opted out of wearing a bra. He pulled back to stare down at your tits with his tongue between his teeth in an expression of pure lust. Your chest heaved with your heavy panting and Eddie couldn’t resist craning down to place his lips over your soft skin between your breasts. His tongue danced across your sternum, coming to a stop at the peak of your sensitive nipple and pulling it into his mouth.
You inhaled sharply as his hands squeezed your thighs, while his lips kissed from your chest to your neck. His teeth grazed your skin, sending a shiver down your spine and ending between your legs. Your knees clenched his hips while he worked on your neck, and you couldn’t stop your fingers from diving into his boxers and freeing his eager cock. His hips rutted into your hand at the contact, and his grip on your thighs tightened. You ran your delicate hand over his soft length, reveling in the intensity of his firmness, before giving him a few slow but deliberate pumps. Eddie bit down on the side if your neck sharply as you stroked him, eliciting a soft gasp from your lips.
He thrust into your fist like an over excited puppy, leaving your hand slippery with his slick, and you cheekily added more pressure to the increased lubrication. He breathed deeply into your sweet blonde hair, eyes seeing stars as he fucked into your hand. His hands on your thighs moved inward between your legs, his thumbs coming to rest on either side of your soaked panties. With his fingers he slowly pulled down the hem of your lacy pink undergarment, politely coming to a rest at the base of your ass to ask permission to slip them the rest of the way down.
After he had thrown them onto the floor, he reached up to grasp his slick shaft, pumping himself a few time before lining himself up with your now exposed cunt. He didn’t waste any time letting you get adjusted to his size before pushing all the way in on one stroke. Your head fell back in blinding pleasure as he immediately began his harsh assault. Fuuuuck the way he just goes for it is so hot. Eddie looked down at the cute collar around your neck, smirking as he curled one finger underneath it to bring your lips to his.
“Did you wear this pretty pink thing for me, kitten?” Eddie cooed. You blinked up at him through your eyelashes, giving him the most adorably naughty expression you could muster. He grinned wickedly, licking his lips before abruptly pulling out his entire length and leaving you feeling empty. With one hand holding onto his belt, he reached his other hand on a shelf behind him, coming back to hook a dog’s leash onto your collar. Eddie could just picture you wagging an invisible tail as he leashed you, with your expression that of a hungry animal. He wrapped his fist with the end of the leash and tugged hard on your collar, guiding you down off the now slick table and onto your feet.
“Then get on your knees, pretty girl,” he growled as he directed you to kneel in front of him. You sat on your knees, face to face with his dripping tip. “And open your mouth.”
You did as you were told, with your tongue unfurling to allow him easy passage while Eddie reached in his back pocket to pull out his black bandana. He folded it into a blindfold and tied it around your head before pushing himself onto your outstretched tongue, guiding his tip down further into your mouth. Your pouty lips enveloped him as you guided him towards the back of your throat. He pulled back his hips slowly, concentrating hard on not losing control. You took on the task, bobbing your head back and forth while he focused on keeping his rutting to a minimum. Your tongue swirled around his flesh in rhythm to your head movements, causing a pleasured grunt to fall from his lips.
“Oh…that's it…good kitten,” Eddie groaned, his head falling back. His heavily ringed fingers tangled in your hair as you worked him over, bringing a small, manicured hand to grip his shaft just under your mouth and stroking him in sync. “That’s a good girl….fffuck!”
“Mmmmfff…” you whimpered around him in a pleased tone. You were his good girl.
“Hmm…okay kitten, I won’t last very long in that pretty little mouth of yours,” he breathed, pulling out of your dripping lips. He helped pull you to your feet kindly before roughly spinning you to face the table, making you stumble and have to grip the side to steady yourself. “And I reeeally want to pump your cunt full again.”
You stood with your back to him, bent over the D&D table and your soaked cunt on full display. Eddie had the head of his dick forcing its way through your entrance within no time, and he gave you no warm up time before launching right into his demanding pace. He was fucking into you with such an animalistic vigor, you would think he’d be the one who would want to be the pet. You felt like a common bitch just getting railed by one of the local strays, and it likely wouldn't even be your only partner that day. He held a fistful of your leash with one hand, while the other held a firm grip on your hip as he aimed your hips up onto him. It was a good thing you wore your high heels today.
You could never get enough of this primal mating display, 'degrading’ yourself as your dad would put it if he knew. You didn’t care if you even went home with drugs this time. If only you could bottle this moment so you could repeat it anytime you wanted. The light chokehold he had on you with the leash sent intoxicating waves through your head and your only thought was of how perfect his cock felt. He was so warm and firm, and he considerately angled his hips to hit your sweet spot. A complete lack of vision announced your orgasm, and you let it ride until you were squeezing him desperately.
“That's a good girl, kitten. Bein’ such a good slut, right?” Eddie muttered, his eyes half closed as he focused his willpower on controlling his release. You nodded enthusiastically, your blonde ponytail cascading across your shoulder blade. He pumped into you with deep, commanding thrusts that sent you into an overstimulated quiver. He licked his lips at the delicious sensation your trembling walls provided, eyes rolling back with the intense pleasure. Your poor cunt felt so used up already, but you still craved that consistent pounding. He knew he was getting dangerously close, but he was waiting for something.
And almost at that instant, he got what he was waiting for: a shocked and outraged face peering through the doorway of the prop room. Your boyfriend Jake had expressed concerns about where you kept going after school, and someone had hinted that this is where you might be, so he came looking for you to see what was going on. And now he knows. He knows how you’ve been getting taken balls deep by Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson right under his nose. In this very moment he realized that on the days you felt extra lubricated, he was probably actually getting Eddie's sloppy seconds?
Eddie was territorial, even with things that aren’t technically his, and he wanted Jake to see that he didn’t own you anymore. You belonged to Eddie now, and he was going to prove it after a few more euphoric strokes through your soft pussy. Your dumbfounded boyfriend stood paralyzed in the door way watching you get railed by that dirt bag, drug dealing freak. And you didn’t even see him come in with your blindfold, so you were being your absolute honest and unapologetic self. He watched you as you came around Eddie's cock again for—who knows how many times? You were coming undone in a way your boyfriend had never seen, and he was hypnotized.
“Fuck…I’m gonna cum in that pretty pussy, baby. Is that okay?” you nodded eagerly as Eddie rutted into you at a consistently sweet pace, readying himself for release. He sent a cocky stare at Jake, holding eye contact as he claimed you. He angled his pelvis up to fill your cunt to the very back so he could pump deep into your core. After a few more fast and deliberate thrusts, his hips began to stutter. His strokes became shorter and shorter until he buried himself in you, stilling at the hilt as his cock sputtered forward his first few pumps. When he settled deep into you, his thick ropes dumped excessively into your cunt, filling you up to the brim with his seed. Oh, god it shouldn’t feel this good. Eddie maintained steady eye contact with your boyfriend, even with drooped eyelids as he pumped your cunt full of his essence.
“That’s a good, dumb baby, taking my load so well,” Eddie smirked at Jake, his venomous words searing his ears. “Your cute little cunt can take a lot, huh, babydoll?”
At your shuddering whimper and vigorous nod with a helpless ‘Yes, Eddie!,’ your boyfriend came out of his daze, and was suddenly in a blind rage. He furiously flung open the door and stormed out, making you gasp and pull down your bandana.
“Oh, god. Jake!” you called after him, your clenching muscles adding a delectable pressure on Eddie’s sputtering cock and coaxing out a few more pumps. He kept you plugged up until he was sure he was done cumming, before gently pulling out of your sensitive flesh. He took your former blindfold and wiped himself clean before stuffing himself back into his boxers, taking his time in helping you down. Jake had stormed out into the hallway and was headed for the exit.
“Eddie, do something! He’s going to tell the whole school!” you shrieked, pulling your shirt down and climbing off the table. Eddie gazed at you with an amused expression still etched in his face as he zipped up his jeans, leaving his shirt forgotten and his belt unbuckled as he started walking backwards towards the door.
“Don't worry, baby. I’ve got it under control,” he said as he turned and jogged towards the exit, yanking open the door and running down the hallway after Jake. You stood against the table collecting yourself, too shaken up to move as all kinds of scenarios ran through your mind of your well known and respected boyfriend telling the whole school about you being raw-dogged by the school freak at his nerd club. Your musings were interrupted by the sound of Jake’s raised voice as Eddie clearly had caught up with him.
“What the fuck did you just say to me, freak?” he yelled, loud enough for you to hear plainly. You shifted your feet to clamor over to the door to see if you could catch a glimpse of the exchange, but Eddie's voice was too low to make out. You could see him facing away from you in a non-confrontational stance as he reasoned with your understandably furious boyfriend, and Eddie's fucked-out look of no shirt and unbuckled belt wasn’t helping his anger. You inched closer when you saw Jake’s expression suddenly go from murderous to fearful and wondered what the hell Eddie had said to him. It wasn't long after that that you saw your boyfriend turn on his heel and slam open the door to exit the school and Eddie turned to walk back to you.
“Eddie! Where is he going? What did you say to him? Is he going to tell anyone?” you were practically jumping up on Eddie like an excited puppy when he re-entered the room.
“Alright, baby, chill down. He won’t be saying a goddamn thing if he knows what's good for him,” he replied proudly, pulling you in to lay a kiss on the top of your head.
“How…? What did you do?” you asked as you gazed up at him with concern.
“Just some good, old-fashioned blackmail, sweetheart. I’ve got dirt on him. We're even,” he said darkly. You gave him a questioning stare when he didn't elaborate, and Eddie responded with a wicked smirk as he gripped the end of the leash still attached to your collar. “Just don’t worry about it right now, love. It's all taken care of. Let’s just say that I now own him, too.”
You couldn’t even begin to fathom what that meant. You just prayed that his dirt was good enough to keep your reputation as a good little girl in tact, all while you could feel Eddie's essence soaking through your panties. It would have to be pretty good dirt considering all of the vile, sinful things you’ve been doing with him in secret.
“Now…about this party. Do they need a drug man?”
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You've Got Desire, So Let It Out: Chapter 1
You love your job. Being a teacher is what you've always wanted to do. But being in charge all day can be draining. You are looking for someone to take that control away for a while. When Robin and Steve set you up with Eddie, an old friend from high school, sparks fly! One day you ask Eddie to come volunteer in your classroom and he's more than happy to oblige. But what happens when the inevitable discipline issue arises and you have to use your teacher voice in front of him for the first time? Let's just say Eddie enjoys it a bit too much.
☆ Tags: 21+ MDNI, switch Eddie Munson, switch reader, BDSM, kinky sex, choking, dirty talk, dom/sub, impact play, bratting, degradation, praise, humiliation, restraints, mean dom Eddie, overstimulation, orgasm control
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The warmth was just starting to return to Hawkins, Indiana. Flowers budding on the edges of tree branches, squirrels and birds returning from their winter hideaway, and schools geared up with anticipation for a much needed holiday. You were a 2nd grade teacher at Hawkins Elementary School and loved your job. This was your fifth year teaching and you couldn’t imagine doing anything else. There was a certain earned authority that came with your job. Do it right and you earn the respect of students, other educators, and families in a community— and you were damn good at your job. Earning teacher of the year for your district in just your third year!
Sometimes though you needed a break, was it frowned upon as a teacher to have a life outside your job? Well as much as you’d like to say no, society would say otherwise. You contemplated the unspoken rules and expectations held over you by a population who had no idea what it took to do your job everyday as you packed up and cleaned before heading out to begin your spring break.
Don’t drink, don’t smoke, don’t wear fitted clothing but don’t look like a slob, don’t have colored hair, don’t get tattoos. So many rules and restrictions are placed on a group of people that many other professions take for granted. Don’t have social media accounts. Don’t talk about your private life. The worst part? You’d think these expectations would only be enforced during the school day. But no. Be a good example of a model citizen even after the school bell rings. You never know when or where you might run into a student.
You laughed quietly to yourself as you turned the light switch off and headed to your car. Of course good teachers wanted to instill a sense of responsibility in their students! Of course they don’t want them running out and imitating the less than healthy choices you and many other adults choose to indulge in. Your job is to set a good example and give them the knowledge they need to make sound, informed choices. But your life outside of your profession was no one’s business but your own.
Some of the freakiest people you knew were teachers. Behind closed doors teachers are just like any other person. They have desires, needs, wants, and predilections for things some might even consider so far outside the societal norms. Yours was kinky sex. Like really kinky sex. Being the boss all day sucked. At home you needed a partner who helped you relax…some people do yoga or cook, why were you weird if you needed to be spanked and called a good little slut instead?
As you drove home you got a phone call from Robin, “Hey Robin, what’s up?”
“Are you finally free of the hellfire spawns?”
“Leaving the gates of hell now!” You laughed, keeping your eyes on the road as you spoke to the speaker of your phone, “You know they really aren’t that bad…sometimes!”
“I’ll have to take your word for it. Anyways, I know you don’t have plans so I’m coming to snatch you up around 8. A bunch of us are going to see this guy we know from high school’s band play at The Hideout tonight.”
You moved to Hawkins from Indianapolis a year ago when you got your current job, meeting Robin and Steve one night by chance shortly after arriving, “I didn’t know Steve was in a band?” She cackled through the speaker.
“Can you even imagine Steve in a band? His ego is big enough as it is. No you’ve never met this guy but he’s single!”
“Will you ever stop trying to set me up with people you went to school with?” You teased her even though you knew full well it would take zero convincing for her to get you to come out tonight! After today? You needed a drink.
“If it’s not Steve, who is it?”
“His name is Eddie. He’s kind of a weird stoner nerd boy who still plays dungeons and dragons, but he’s a really nice guy, super sweet and always good for a laugh. Obviously I’m no authority but I’m also told he’s cute.”
“Yeah I’m in! I could use a night out. I’ll see you soon!” The phone clicked off as you pulled into the parking lot.
You and your cat Ozzy acknowledged each other’s existence as you entered your small apartment. You showered and put on some music while you finished getting ready. Looking at yourself in the mirror you turned and twisted admiring the shape the tight ripped black jeans gave your ass. Rolling the sleeves on your black blazer, you showed off the tattoos on both your forearms. An old, worn Van Halen t-shirt underneath. Your hair was styled in wild curls and you felt like Olivia Newton-John at the end of Grease. Who knows? Maybe this Eddie will be just what you’re looking for. You grab your bag and head back out the door to smoke before Robin gets here. The sun was beginning to set when her car pulled into the parking lot.
“Ugh gross, why do you do that?” You had only been out there a short while before she arrived, she grabbed the cigarette from your hand and threw it in a nearby trash can.
“Hey, those things are expensive!” You complain while getting in her passenger seat.
“I’m pretty sure Eddie still smokes too, he sold weed in high school so look! You’re already getting along and you haven’t even met!”
You laugh, “Why is this such a big deal to you? If he’s cute I probably would have tried to talk to him on my own anyways. What does he play?”
“He’s the guitarist and he sings, but I haven’t even told you the best part yet!” She grinned, eyes flashing between you and the road, ���You remember that night about a month ago when you got drunk and told all of us about your wild and crazy fantasies ?”
A tightness constricted your chest as you remember that moment of pure embarrassment, “I’d like not to, but what about it?”
“Well let’s just say you and Eddie have more in common than you might think.”
“What the hell does that mean Robin?” You laughed.
“I already promised I wouldn’t ruin the surprise.”
Robin doesn’t give you a chance to question further by quickly changing the subject to talk about the conquests of her own love life as you continue the drive. She’s been pining over a regular customer at the video store where she works, which despite closing at a record pace all over the country somehow your local Family Video is still alive and kicking. You guess that it has something to do with the staff and their customer service skills. Everytime you're there visiting, Steve makes it his personal mission to help each and every customer. Babes and non babes alike as he so eloquently put it. You listen and try to be supportive but you can’t help wondering more about this Eddie as you reach your destination.
The bar they were playing at was the very same one you visited on a whim right after moving here. That was the night you met Robin and Steve. Robin had dared Steve to go talk to you and even though he showed you a good time and his flirtatious nature was definitely endearing, Steve just wasn’t what you were looking for in a partner. He was too sweet, like all the time. The two of you were still good friends though. The whole big group accepted you right in as if you’d always been there but this was the first you were hearing of Eddie the mysterious guitarist.
“So how is it I’ve never heard of this guy before?” You said to her as you grabbed your purse and walked into the bar.
“He’s been around. The past few months though they’ve been playing shows around the state and even into Illinois and Michigan.”
As you enter the busy bar, you squeeze past people looking for Steve. You have to admit that while it didn’t work out between the two of you he’s got really nice hair. You spot that lovely quaff in the crowd finally, finding him surrounded by a gaggle of kids. In reality they are all just about 5 years younger than you but at 28, they still feel like kids. They all greet you and go back to their conversations.
“Robin, I'm going to go order a drink,” she nods and asks you to get her something fruity.
You lean causally against the bar with your elbows naturally pushing your chest together. The bartender comes up and you order a long island iced tea for yourself and a tequila sunrise for Robin. He nods with a smile before getting started. You turn around to wait and find yourself face to face with a faded Metallica logo.
“Hi there,” the most sensual voice you’d ever heard in your life spoke to you.
Your eyes traveled up, following the curves of this man’s wide shoulders. He looks like something straight out of 1986. His long brown curls held back by a black bandana. A black leather jacket beneath a denim battle vest covered in patches and pins. You feel your lips pull apart and quiver at the sight of this man’s smirk. He is looking down at you like a hungry lion would stalk a grazing gazelle from across the savannah. The intimidating energy he is giving off naturally encourages you to lean back against the bar and put your hands up to support your weight, “Hello.”
He raises a brow at you with a curious smile. You watch as his eyes flick to your right and he grabs the drinks that were sitting there sweating on their coasters. He holds them out to you.
“I believe these belong to you,” you blink a few times and regain your composure as you slowly take both glasses from his thick ringed fingers.
“Well thank you sir, love the shirt,” you gesture towards his chest with your now occupied hand.
The grin on his face and the way he toys with his tongue on his top lip while looking down at you has you wondering where on earth this absolute demon of a man came from and who he was.
He respectfully looks at your chest and then back to your eyes, “You too. Are you by chance here for the band tonight?”
Oh shit, that’s right! Robin was trying to set you up with this, what’d she call him a weird stoner nerd boy? Well sorry Robin, mystery man here may have beaten him to it, “Yeah I am actually. You?”
The dark chuckle that escaped his lips had your stomach in knots as you already felt a rush of wetness leaking into your panties, “Yeah, I think you’ll like them. Their guitarist is really something.”
“I’ve heard,” you wanted to spend the rest of the night standing there talking to this man, “I uh- I should probably get back to my friends.” You hold up the drinks, “See you around?” You phrased it in a way that you hoped conveyed your obvious interest.
“See you around,” He leaned against the bar to order a drink of his own as you reluctantly slid your way through the many patrons back to Robin.
“Sorry, they were pretty busy up there, here!” You hand her the drink and you take a big gulp of your own. You can’t help but find yourself looking around for the mystery man. You couldn’t find him, but that wasn’t a surprise. This place was the busiest you’ve ever seen it. Robin notices you looking distracted and rubs your arm.
“You good?”
“Yeah I was just looking for…someone,” you speak as you continue to look around.
She eyes you suspiciously, “Ok now I know you’re acting weird. I know every person you talk to and from what you’ve told me I can’t imagine any of your lame ass coworkers in a place like this. Who could you possibly be looking for?”
“There was a cute guy over at the bar if you must know,” you took another sip of your drink.
“Yeah? And what did this cute guy look like?”
You tried to word your description in a way that didn’t make you sound like a total weirdo, lusting after a stranger’s voice and brown eyes, “He had long brown curly hair and a Metallica shirt on.” In one last attempt to spot him, you missed Steve laughing to himself and smacking the table top.
The lights dimmed and the growing crowd clapped. Robin got close to your ear and told you this was them! She made a point to remind you that you were supposed to be looking at the lead guitarist. You pouted, taking another sip of your drink, Oh well, maybe he left.
“Evening all you beautiful people!” That voice came through your ears but louder this time. You looked up and your jaw dropped open as the man from the bar stood on stage. What a little shit? The guitarist is really something. You thought to yourself, mocking him. He held a red guitar hanging in front of him speaking into the mic, “We’re Corroded Coffin! We’d like to start with a special cover song, dedicated to a brand new listener.” He eyed you and smirked. He laughed to himself and did that fucking thing with his tongue again. The drummer behind him started a beat and your heart skipped one. This man’s fingers moved expertly up and down the neck of his guitar as he laughed with the crowd and his bandmates as they recited the opening spoken lines. Before this incredibly good looking front man started singing.
Oh yeah, teacher stop that screamin'
Teacher don't you see? don't wanna be no uptown fool
Maybe I should go to hell but I am doing well
Teacher needs to see me after school
You were so fucked. You watched with hungry eyes as this man openly taunted you from up there on the stage. Did he know you already? Did Robin tell him about you? What else did she tell him? He scarcely took his eyes off you the entire time, even when fucking Hot for Teacher ended and they started playing original work. He had you captivated and practically drooling on that high top table. You felt your face flush and you weren't even trying to hide the effect this stranger was having on you.
Their set ended and he gave his closing words to the audience, “You’ve been great! Thank you as always Hawkins! We love you…Now if you’ll excuse me,” this man had the fucking audacity to wink at you, “Class dismissed.”
The crowd laughed and cheered for them. For the first time since they began playing you heard Robin’s voice, “So I believe you said he was cute?”
“Cute? He’s fucking gorgeous! Did you tell him I was a teacher? I think he was staring at me the whole time.”
She shrugged her shoulders, “Guilty! And sweetie the whole damn bar knows he was staring at you.”
The music playing over the bar speakers resumed. Conversations overlapped one another as you felt your heartbeat return to normal only to quickly spike again. Dustin waved, alerting your position to him as he and the rest of the band had emerged from backstage. He looked sweaty but somehow that made you more horny. You slammed the rest of your drink just in time for him to see you set the empty glass of ice down with a thud.
“So what’d you think of the guitarist?” he leaned on the table taking his beer to his mouth.
You were so thankful for the perfect amount of liquor running through you at that moment because it gave you just enough courage to flirt back, “He was pretty cocky but he looks like he’d show me a good time.” Steve snorted while the rest of the table couldn’t believe what they just heard and were kinda oblivious to the whole situation. He pushed the beer towards Dustin and patted him on the back.
“Well kid it’s been great catching up with you but you heard the lady,” he sauntered over to the other side of the group to meet you and offered you his hand. You looked at Robin and mouthed a big Thank you! Taking his hand, the two of you pressed through the crowd and right out the door. Leaving all of your friends utterly speechless.
The quiet cool night air was a welcome relief from the atmosphere of the bar. Your pace slowed as the two of you meandered through the parking lot, “So teach, Harrington tells me that we might share a mutual interest and judging from your reaction to my performance, I’d take a shot in the dark and say he’s right.”
Curse your past drunken self. Secretly you had hoped that both of them would forget about your alcohol induced confessions but hey, if it leads to something good, maybe it was a blessing in disguise. You wanted to make sure you were both on the same page, “Mutual interests you say? Just what did Steve tell you?”
“He said that you might be interested in,” he clicked his tongue, “my dominant personality.” He definitely moved closer to you as he spoke, “And that my experience was just what you are looking for when it comes to matters of the bedroom.”
“Well considering I had you on edge just by calling you sir at the bar, I’d say so.”
“Oh you had me on edge did you? How’d you like my little surprise on stage?”
You blushed, “You definitely surprised me.”
“I thought Robin had ruined it when I saw your shirt.”
“No, I guess I’m just partial to hot guys named Eddie,” You leaned in closer to him. He smelled like sweat and tobacco. It was fucking with your brain. You’ve never wanted someone so badly.
“You’re too kind sweetheart,” he winced as if he scolded himself in his head, “Sorry, before we go any further I think we should have a grown up conversation.” You smiled and nodded.
He led you to his van and opened the door for you, “Such a gentleman.”
“Only if you want me to be, fuck we need to get outta here before I break my own rules.”
The music blasting from his speakers as he started the engine helped distract both of you while he drove to his destination. You should have scolded yourself for being so reckless and getting in a rickety old 80s murder van with a complete stranger but it’s fine right? He’s Robin and Steve’s friend. You had no idea where he was taking you but eventually you pulled into a trailer park and stopped in front of what you could only assume to be his home.
He opened the front door for you as you walked up the steps, “Welcome to my castle. Can I get you anything to drink while we talk? No more alcohol, we need clear minds for this.”
“Ice water please.”
“Coming right up,” he cracks an ice tray and brings you your drink before sitting across from you, “So as I said, Stevie and I are pretty good friends and he mentioned that we share certain… preferences in the bedroom department. Could you tell me about that?”
You swallow your sip of water and blush, “Well as you already know obviously, I’m a teacher and being in charge all day kinda gets old after a while. I’m looking for someone to take away my control for a while.”
“You need someone to tell you what to do?” He leaned his elbows on his knees and stared at you from a chair across the room, the old carpeting creating an ocean of unspoken wanton desire between you.
You nod, “Yes, do you think you could handle me?”
He laughs, “First things first, we need to talk about safety and limits. Have you ever been with a dominant before? Or had this sort of relationship?”
“No,” you pout, “I’ve brought it up to previous partners and they’ve tried their best but it was never enough if that makes sense. They couldn’t give me the feeling I was looking for.”
“And what feeling is that exactly?” He wonders.
You tried to remember your research, “I want to be put into subspace. I’ve read about how good it feels to surrender completely and totally to the point your brain flips that switch and all you can think about is your dom and the pleasure they are giving you. Your whole purpose in life becomes pleasing them. I want all those little distractions or random thoughts that might pop into my head to disappear.”
“Wow you’ve done your homework teach,” he laughs at his own joke, “That was beautifully articulated. I can give you that if it’s what you want.”
“Do you have any experience with this lifestyle?” You suspected that he did just based on his attention to details so far.
“I do,” you waited for him to elaborate but he only followed up that curt response with, “Don’t worry you’ll be safe with me if we decide to make this arrangement more permanent. Do you have any hard limits you’re already aware you don’t like? Or soft limits of things you might like but you aren’t sure about?”
“Well hard limits, no bodily fluids? Except the obvious ones,” he stops you right there.
“For this to work you need to be very specific, which ones do you consider obvious?”
You blush again, “Cum? Vaginal fluids?”
He smiles, “There you go, that’s better. How do you think you’d feel about spit? It makes for great added lube and really helps sell the degradation if that’s your thing or I could spit in that pretty mouth of yours?”
You immediately love that image he’s created and stretch your arms out like a cat along the tops of your thighs, “Yep, yes, yeah we can add spit too.”
He leans back in the chair and crosses one leg over the other and smirks, “Ok so we’ve covered fluids, any other hard limits?”
“No visible marks. I’m ok with non permanent marks that my clothing will hide but I still need to appear professional during the day,” you touch your chin and ponder other things you might not like, “No noncon play. Like even if I’m being a brat I still want to want it. No anal either.” He nodded, taking mental notes.
“Soft limits? Being ignored or left alone, I can only handle a short period of time if you decide to use the silent treatment. That’s all I can think of right now.”
He spoke so softly, “No worries, this is a process and if anything comes up in the moment we can talk about it and reevaluate. Now the fun part, what do you like? What really gets your motor running so to speak?”
Your legs squish together, thighs pressing tightly against one another, “I like being a brat, being degraded but also praised, impact play. I like the idea of public or semi public acts but I don’t know if I’d actually ever try them. More so just the fantasy of them,” you look at the rings on his hands, “choking, pet names, and feeling owned. I want my partner to be possessive. I’ve never done it before but I also like the concept of primal play.”
His eyes were wide listening to you, “You did so good sweetheart. One last thing, do you already have a safeword?”
“Marshmallow.”
He smiles and can’t hide his laughter, “That’s the cutest safeword I’ve ever heard. I love it! I’ll also use the traffic light to check in with you throughout a session, are you familiar with that?”
“Yes. What about you? Based on our conversation at the bar I’d guess you like titles...sir”
He smacks his knees, pushes himself up, and walks towards you, “You’d be correct sweetheart. Now, with all the formalities out of the way, time to face the consequences of that smart mouth of yours.”
“But sir you haven’t told me what gets your motor running yet. That’s not fair.”
“Listening to you spill your darkest desires so openly to a complete stranger is what gets me going. You’re going to be a fun new toy sweetheart, it's like you were made for me.” He continues stalking towards you as you sink into his couch. His hand reaches up and takes you by the throat. His strong grip massaging your neck. With his broad shoulders hovering over you, he takes up one foot onto the couch and presses it into the side of your leg while casually resting his other arm along his knee. Nonchalantly smiling down at you as if man handling your throat is the easiest thing in the world for him.
“Now as I was saying,” he added a little pressure pulling a sweet moan from your lips, “That’s quite a smart mouth you’ve got sweetheart.”
Your innocent voice is labored trying to speak around his grip, “But sir, you asked what I thought of the guitarist? I was only being truthful.”
“You knew exactly what you were doing, you almost made me break my own rules. I wanted to put you over my knee right there in that bar.”
You shrugged around his hand, “Sounds like you could learn some restraint, sir.”
“I’ll show you restraint smart ass,” he picked you up in an instant and threw you over his shoulder carrying you to his bed and tossing you on his mattress.
You eyed the hand cuffs and chains hanging from his wall, “Intrigued pretty girl? Maybe next time, if you behave,” He pulled his bandana from his back pocket, “Hands over your head.”
You squished your hands behind your back hiding them from him, “You think I’ll listen just because you tossed me like a sack of potatoes? It’ll take more than being strong to impress me tough guy.”
He shrugged, “Have it your way then.” He grabbed your hips and flipped you on your stomach and grabbed your arms before they could escape, “I would have tied you up in a less uncomfortable position but now you get arms behind your back,” he leaned down over you and kissed your ear, “What’s your color sweetheart?”
“Green sir, thank you.”
He lightly kissed your neck more, “Such a good girl for me, let’s see if you can keep it up. I might just reward you,” He wrapped the black fabric around and in between your wrists.
“I’m going to spank that beautiful ass of yours pretty girl,” he moved to the edge of the mattress, “Well? What are you waiting for? Get over here and put that ass in my lap.”
You wiggled like a snake right away from him, you didn’t make it far though. His hand grabbed your bound wrists and he pinned you beneath him, “You were doing so well sweetheart,” he swatted your ass, “Just earned yourself 5 more.”
He picked you up and brought you over his knee, your arms still behind your back. His hand rubbed your ass, “I think I’ll teach you a lesson by leaving your pants on, you don’t get my hand on your bare skin until you learn some manners.” He spanked you once, then twice.
He continued and you yawned into his mattress, “I thought this was a punishment? Let me know when you start.”
“You wanna repeat that princess?” His voice was dangerously calm as his hand circled your ass like a shark.
“Did I stutter?”
He swiftly maneuvered your body into the position of his choosing. Bringing your head closer to his face and whispering in your ear, “You can fight all you want slut, I always win.” He undid the bandana around your wrists, “Strip for me. Leave your bra and panties.”
You rolled your eyes at him. His hand immediately returned to your throat but the gentle massaging was gone, he pressed just right into the sides of your neck restricting blood flow. Leaving your head feeling fuzzy and floaty. You whimpered and whined at the sensation.
“Now I’ve been more than understanding sweetheart. I was going to spank you and then fuck that wet ass pussy, praising you for being my good girl but now you get a punishment. Either you take your clothes off or I will and trust me you won’t like how I do it.”
His hand on your neck relaxed and took some of the brat with it. You looked up at him through a few stray pieces of hair, “Yes sir.” You took off your pants and shirt like he ordered revealing more ink covering your skin as well as a matching set of lacy bra and panties. Once you finished, you put your hands behind your back, waiting patiently for him to replace the restraints.
“Look at you, you’re like a dream that keeps getting better and better,” with a kiss he hummed into your mouth at your more docile demeanor, “There’s my good girl. I knew she was in there somewhere. Do you want your wrists bound in front of you or behind you for your punishment?”
“In front sir,” you held your hands out for him and he replaced the bandana around your skin.
He took off his jacket and unzipped his jeans, pulling them to the floor revealing a thick bulge in his boxer briefs. He left you standing there as he sat back against the headboard of the bed, he held up a finger and curled it beckoning you to join him, “You’re going to ride my thigh until that pretty pussy can’t take anymore and you're begging for release. Only then will I even consider fucking you.”
His tone was intoxicating. You felt your desire to put up a fight disappear as you kneeled up onto the bed and over his thigh. Keeping your hands out in front of you and lowering yourself down, he smirked, “That’s better. Now, rock those hips back and forth as you grind on my thigh.”
As soon as you start to move your concealed wetness leaks out, soaking right through the fabric of your cotton panties and onto Eddie’s bare thigh, “Fuck you are soaked. You’ve barely moved and I can already feel you dripping onto my leg. Is that all it took, sweetheart? All you needed was for someone to remind you that at the end of the day you’re just a cock hungry slut. Answer me.”
“Yes!” your fingers grabbed into the shirt he was still wearing. Your eyes couldn’t decide if they wanted to be open or closed as you looked down at him with a smile, “Fuck! Yes Eddie, I’m just a cock hungry slut.”
“I know baby,” his hand reached over and squeezed your thigh drawing a long whine out, “I need to teach you some manners though. That wasn’t very nice what you said.”
Your mindless humping of his leg continued. The feel of his skin beneath you and the sound of his voice tethering you to reality, “I’m sorry sir! I didn’t mean it, your spanks felt really good. Please fuck me Eddie!”
He let out a pleased hum, “Atta girl. Just a little more and then maybe I’ll give you what you want. What’s your color sweet thing?”
You felt the muscles in your legs getting sore, “Y-yellow sir, legs getting tired.”
He slowly sat up and massaged them with his hands, “You’re doing such a great job for me. Ask me one more time and then I’ll fuck you.”
“Please fuck me Eddie! I feel so empty, I need your cock inside me.”
“I’ll take good care of you don’t you worry, lay back on the pillow for me.”
Relief washes over you as you stop moving and fall into the bed on your back. Your eyes close as you listen to the sounds of him adjusting position and ripping a condom wrapper open.
“Ahh!” A sudden cry fills the room as he rips your panties from your body.
“Open your legs for me,” his ringed fingers squeezed your thigh.
With the brattiness gone and desire to please him in its place you looked up at him as you spread your legs open. He had been exuding dominance all night, from the moment you unknowingly met him at the bar. But it hit a peak in this moment. His frame towering over you as he rubs his cock through the fabric, teasing you just a bit more before he finally takes pity on you and pulls it from its confines. Your audible gasp fuels his fire.
“You ready for me sweetheart?”
“Yes sir please! Please fuck my pussy,” Your bound hands clawed at you wet sex, spreading it apart to expose every inch to his hungry eyes.
He lined up the tip and pressed just a bit into the wet heat, “Like this pretty girl? Is this what you need?”
“More! God please Eddie, give me all of your cock!”
“Oh you mean like this?” With that he thrusted in all the way, drinking up all the screams and moans you set forth into the air, “I know you’re not that far gone yet that you can’t respond. Come on now, answer me.”
“Y-yes sir, that’s it! Thank you, thank you for your cock. You feel so good!”
“You feel good too, so fucking wet for me. I bet you were starting to get wet the moment I handed you your drinks,” even as he kept fucking you, maintaining a merciless rhythm, he kept taunting you with his words, “I could tell just from the look in your eyes that you’d be my pretty cock drunk slut. Tell me that’s what you are, let me hear you say it.”
Responding to him was getting harder, “I’m your cock drunk slut sir!”
“You’re almost there, I can see it. Soon you won’t be able to even speak because all that will come out of that smart mouth is little whimpers,” he leaned in closer, “And I love it.”
A wave of arousal washed over you as you came with his words, “F-fuck Eddie I’m coming.”
“Come you messy thing, come all over my cock.”
You heard yourself make noises you’d never heard before. His thrusts faltered for a moment and you could feel him getting closer. As much as you wanted to help him along by begging more every time you opened your mouth you cried out with a moan. You looked up into those soft brown eyes and smiled before throwing your head back and pulling your arms up over your head.
“Shit I’m gonna come, keep making those noises for me sweetheart. That’s it! Fuck!”
His groans as he pressed deeper inside you sent a second orgasm spiraling through you. Every nerve in your body slouched as he pulled out. You were only vaguely aware of his hands uniting your binds and lifting you up against the pillows.
“I’m going to go grab you some more water, do you need anything else?” you shook your head. “I’ll be right back,” you nodded lightly and closed your eyes, not wanting the warm feeling in your stomach to disappear, “Here sit up and drink. How did that feel?”
You listened without hesitation, finishing the water and looking over at him where he sat next to you, “That was incredible Eddie. Thank you.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, did you get that feeling you were looking for?”
You leaned into his shoulder and cuddled up to him, “I think so, at least for a moment or two.” As your head started to clear you fumbled to add, “Is this ok, the cuddling I mean.”
“More than you know.” He wrapped an arm around you, “So now that you’ve been with a dom, is there anything you’d want to change? Did I do anything that you didn’t like? Please be honest with me because I felt like I got a little carried away there for a second.”
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All us Steddie fic writers who like mean top/dom Eddie Munson seeing that clip of Joe Quinn telling Jamie Campbell Bower to stfu:
#IT WAS SO CUTE TOO#WHAT THE FUCK JOSEPH????#I want him to tell me to stfu 😭#stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#steddie#joseph quinn#jamie campbell bower#mean top Eddie Munson#mean dom Eddie Munson
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Us versus Them - e.m.
Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
‖ summary: You made the mistake of telling your boyfriend Eddie you were having trouble using one of your toys because it was too strong. He's determined to help.
‖ notes: smut, it's porn without plot, graphic sexual content. 'sir' kink, rope bondage, overstimulation, sex toy use, spitting, slapping (face and body), choking, degradation (slut, whore, etc.), praise, unprotected p in v, implied creampie, implied squirting, mean!Dom!Eddie (with aftercare). it's messy y'all, let me know if i missed anything.
‖ word count: 2.6k
‖ this was written for @ghost-proofbaby because i said i would use all her kinks against her and this is my attempt. so here you go, babe. thanks to @fracturedarkness, @blue-mossbird, and @abibliophobiaa for proofreading and helping me write the ending. enjoy!
“If you don’t stop pulling on the rope it’s gonna break your skin, baby. Maybe I should get you some nice padded cuffs so you can struggle all you want without hurting yourself. But we can’t do that right now so,” the only warning you receive is the meat of Eddie’s palm touching your inner thigh, lining up the shot, punctuating the next 3 words with harsh slaps, “stop fucking squirming.”
“I’m sorry, sir, I’m so sorry! It’s just so, so much,” your voice breaks into a croak at the end, catching on the end of the sentence as your back arches away from the toy that Eddie holds relentlessly to your clit. He tied you up what felt like hours ago and has barely given you a chance to fucking breathe since he’d gotten the Rose Toy in his hand.
He pushes up onto all fours, moving from his prime viewing angle between your quivering legs to hover over your tear stained and flushed pink face. “Poor baby,” he coos in a mocking tone, his free hand running knuckles down your sweating cheek. “Too sensitive for her new toy. I told you I was gonna help you, didn’t I? Told you I was gonna tie you up and get you used to it, didn’t I?” The relentless buzz sends your eyelids fluttering again, a whimper crawling its way out of your throat as you try to process what he’d asked you.
The next slap hits you across the cheek, lighter than the smacks on your thighs, but still harsh enough that your eyes shoot back open and your cracked lips break apart in a gasp. Eddie’s thumb and forefinger press into your cheeks on either side, locking your jaw wide as he leans in even closer. Reeling back an inch, he spits hard into your open mouth, hitting the back of your throat and triggering your gag reflex. “I asked you a question, dumb whore.”
“You did,” you mumble out through the way he grips your jaw, struggling to swallow the thick saliva that pools in the back of your throat from yourself and him. “You told me, Eddie.”
“There we go, now was that so hard?” He asks, eyebrows raising to let you know he does expect an answer. You shake your head the best you can given his hold and he rewards you with removing his hand and the press of a button, making the vibration swap from a constant swirl to a pulsing vibration that you feel from your scalp to your toes.
“Edd-ie!” You keen, your back bowing as your body tries to pull away from the overwhelming sensation. He’d learned that if he left it on one setting for a long enough period of time, it would start to lose potency, almost like a numbness, which made swapping the pattern that much more powerful.
“Eddie!” He parrots back to you in a high pitched tone. “Aw baby, you’re drooling all over your chin. Messy girl.”
Eyebrows pinching tight together, a broken moan echoes out into the room as your pussy clenches down hard on nothing. “Please, sir, it hurts.”
“You can’t handle it? It hurts?” His voice pitches up in a taunt, clicking his tongue and shaking his head in disappointment. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and bite down hard, tears spilling out from the corner of your eyes as you nod. “That’s a shame baby. Because I need you to squirt all over your pretty blue bed sheets before we’re done.” The idea of needing to hold back in order to achieve that has you whimpering in the back of your throat – your last 3 orgasms had torn out of you like wild animals.
“I can’t – I can’t do it, Eddie. I can’t,” you babble, the words stuck on your tongue like a skipping record as your hazy and sluggish brain tries to make sense of anything.
A ringed hand grips your throat, not cutting off air or blood flow, but with enough pressure to pin you down and make you really feel it. There’s an absolute inferno of lust in his eyes, pupils blown out in an oil fire that shows no signs of stopping any time soon.
“You can, and you will.” His command is deep gravel, sending an electric shiver down your spine. “Don't be ungrateful baby, you take what I give you, understand?”
A sob tears from your throat, tears falling freely as your thighs clamp down on Eddie’s hand and the toy it holds. But you don’t answer fast enough, Eddie’s other hand tightening on either side of your neck to stamp the blood flow to your brain. “You really have lost all your manners, haven’t you, sweetheart? Not a single brain cell in that whole noggin’.” He lets go quickly after, huffing a little laugh at how you suck in air, and then flicks your temple with his middle finger. “Just a stupid slut that can’t think of anything other than how much you want to be filled up.”
The idea of some kind of stimulation other than the Rose has you begging before you can even second guess it. “Please, please sir, want to be filled up so bad. Want your fingers or your cock or your tongue, please, just anything.”
“Anything, huh?” He asks, manic gilt in his eye as his plump lips spread in a sharp grin. “Anything at all?”
“No, no no no no, please, want you Eddie! Want you inside me, please!” You know he would comply maliciously to your request unless you scrambled your thoughts together enough to make a more specific one. Attention wavering from your own body to him as you try to ignore the pressure building in your abdomen for the who knows how many-th time.
“Sounds so pretty, baby,” his sharp grin goes soft, just a bit of teeth behind bitten red lips. “Beg for it again. Better this time.”
The vibrator switches patterns on cue.
“Please!” Comes out as a screech, a burn crawling down your vocal chords that you know you’ll be feeling tomorrow. “Please, sir, want you to fuck me so bad. Want your cock, want your cum insi-ide me. Please, pleasepleasepleaseplease-”
A whispered “fuck,” is the first sign you get that Eddie’s resolve is crumbling. It has you gasping out, fingers twisting in the rope that still binds you to the headboard in anticipation. Whenever he got like this, wanting to bring you to tears and desperation more than anything else, it was hard to get him to change his mind. But once the first pillar cracked, betraying his carefully curated domineering persona, it was a short matter of time until all that remained was splinters.
His free hand flies to his belt, fumbling fingers trying to pull it loose. “Okay, baby, I hear you. I’ll give you what you want if you give me what I want, okay?” You nod harshly, a full body shiver coasting through you as another moan hits the air. Then a sharp pinch on your inner thigh has you yelping. “I said, okay?”
“Okay, yes, yes, whatever you want,” you rush out, the words tumbling over each other in your haste to not halt the progress of getting this adventure to finally be over, “I’ll do anything.”
“Good girl,” he hits a little love tap right where he pinched, sending another shock straight to your cunt, before he goes back to yanking his belt free. It takes an awkwardly long time for him to do with one hand but you know better than to tease him for it now. You just wait as patiently as you can while he undoes his fly and shimmies his pants and boxers down just low enough for his fat cock to hit the air. Just the sight of it, skin tinted with an angry red and pearly white pre-cum pooled in the foreskin that covers the tip, has your toes curling and your thighs tensing. All you can do is watch as he wraps his long-fingered hand around the top of it, easing the skin back so he can spread the substance down his shaft, a shaky exhale leaving him as he pumps his fist a few times before tilting his hips down toward you.
Realizing he’s going to fuck you fully dressed while you lie naked on your bed has your breath catching again before you even feel the hot mushroom head of him press into you below where the Rose still buzzes relentlessly. “Fuck! Baby, you’re so wet – shit, so fucking t-tight.” He stutters out, clearly affected as he starts to feed inch after inch of his hard cock into your fluttering cunt with a hand gripping the base to stop him from finishing before he can even get all the way inside.
The feeling of him splitting you open, how your own slick pushes its way out of you in rivulets as he bullies his way inside almost threatens to undo you immediately. Your gasp comes out as a croak, your eyebrows drawing tight together in near agony as he bottoms out.
“Sh-shit. Baby, I’m not gonna last. I can-” he cuts off with a groan as you clench down on his length when the vibrations come back to the forefront of your attention. “Can feel the vibe. Feel how close you are.”
“Eddie, please,” you whimper, fingernails digging into your palms as you lose the only control of yourself that you had left when he starts to pull back. He rears back only a scarce inch or two before his hips rush back forward, lips parting soundlessly as his face contorts in feeling. You prepare for the onslaught but curse loudly when he pulls all the way out, leaving you feeling even more empty and bereft than before. Before you can openly question it, he grips your leg and folds it back, knee towards the bedside table, and wedges himself beneath your hips and the bed. He reaches over and hitches your other leg up similarly, using the elbow of the arm that is still wedged between your legs to keep it in place.
Hips tipped up, he forces himself back inside your awaiting hole without warning. Positioned like this, he rubs directly up against the spot on the front wall of your cunt that has you seeing stars and trying not to scream. “There she is,” he sighs out, a satisfied smile gracing his face when he sees your eyes roll back. His hand goes back to gripping the underside of your thigh, pressing the fold deeper as he grinds down into you. “Now we’re giving her what she wants, isn’t that right?”
It takes you a moment to realize he’s talking about your pussy and that knowledge sends you spinning, barely keeping afloat as he begins to fuck into you in earnest. “Fuck, baby, never gets old,” the rough material of his jeans rubs against your ass, the metallic clatter of his belt slapping the sides of your thighs each time he bottoms out. “Like this pussy was made for me.”
“Yours,” you manage to squeak out, trying to focus on the way his cock splits you apart instead of the numbing pain of the Rose that still swirls against your overstimulated clit. “Yours, yours, yours.”
“That’s right,” a throaty laugh rumbles through him as he looks down to where the two of you are connected, “my pretty pussy that’s gonna gush all over me, just like I asked.” The vibrator swaps patterns again, the new one way past too much for you, and you can’t stop the scream that forces itself out of your dropped jaw. Eddie groans above you, feeling both the new vibration and how strongly your muscles clench around him as it reacts to the stimulation. “Can feel you, my little slut.” His fingers dig into the meat on the underside of your quivering thighs as he settles into a bruising pace. “You gonna give me what I want? Gonna soak my cock, make a mess of your pretty sheets?”
“Eddie!” Is the only response you have to offer as your eyes pinch closed, trying to focus on letting the pressure within you build beneath the pain of the overstimulation.
“Right here, baby,” he confirms, cold rings rubbing along your thigh to soothe you, “I’ve got you. Just gotta give it to me, sweetheart. Give me what I want. Make a mess.”
The wet squelch of your pussy is obscene as you squeak out an exhale each time he drives home, pressure tipping higher and higher until your fingers, toes, and lips go numb. “E- euh,” you try to get out his name, let him know you’re going to come, that you’re going to give him what he wants, but all you can do is moan out. Loud and long, voice pitching up as his satisfied grin returns again. It only takes a few more rolls of his hips against yours, the curls at the base of his cock flattened wet with your own slick, before you lose yourself entirely.
Vision whiting out, back bowing, muscles in your body clenching tight as all sensation centers around your bullied cunt and then explodes outwards in a rush of endorphins you simply cannot feel. If there was ever a moment that you would describe as ‘leaving the Earth’ it would be this one – and in the overwhelm of that rush, you abandon the ground, floating up amongst the stars until all goes dark.
Did so good for me, sweetheart.
So pretty, so perfect.
Come back to me, baby. Nice and easy.
When your eyes blink back open again, all you can see is the side of Eddie’s head, his hair tucked behind his ear. He’s looking down your body, and as you follow his gaze, the feeling returns to between your legs, where he is carefully wiping you clean with a warm, wet cloth. You're unable to stop the whimper from coming out as you instinctively twitch away from the gentle touch. His big, brown eyes shoot to yours at the movement, pulling the soft cloth away from your sensitive skin. “I know, I’m sorry, baby. I’m almost done. Doing so good.”
Nullified by his praise, you grit your teeth and bare it as he does 2 more soft swipes across your swollen folds and then tosses the rag back toward your bathroom with a wet slap. “Okay, now some water.” A hand tucked behind your shoulder to lift just your head off the mattress, a cold glass of water presses to your dry lips. You take a few grateful gulps before pushing back against his hand to let him know you're done. Not wanting to push you to drink more, he sets the glass down on the bedside table and reaches for your hand, gripping the tender skin of your wrist between his own fingers and pressing a kiss to the marks the rope left behind. “What else do you need, anything?”
Swallowing hard to attempt to find your words for the first time, you shake your head. “Just you, Eddie. Just you.”
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Sneaking back into your shared apartment a few weeks later, you’re careful not to let the plastic bag in your grip make too much noise as you run as quietly as you can to the bedroom.
Your new purchase is a bit different than the toys you and Eddie have played with so far, but your excitement is almost beyond measure.
After all, payback is a bitch. And it’s you versus him.
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Cw: Dom!eddie x afab reader.
“Just the tip, that’s all you deserve” Eddie teases you relentlessly for what feels like hours as he dips the head of his cock in your dripping hole then quickly removes it.
“No. Please, I’ll be so good”
“Oh now you’ll be good? You’ve been nothing but a bratty tease all god damn day.” He continued to graze tile tip of his cock through your wet folds.
“Yes” you grasp at him, needing any little touch you can get.
“Don’t think so baby, you’ve been very bad today little one” he pulls away completely and you cry out for him to come back to you.
“Nuh uh, baby. Just stay like that. Legs wide and pretty.” You watch as he begins to stroke himself in front of you and doesn’t finish until his seed is shooting out into your lower stomach.
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so mean — e.m.
summary: mean!eddie who sits lazily ignoring you while you try to ride him.
pairing: mean!dom!eddie munson x fem!reader (wc: 1.1k+)
warnings: MINORS DNI!!! smut smut !!! p in v! mean!eddie, name-calling (sl^t, wh0re, f*cktoy, etc.) , degrading, br*eding kink, dom!eddie, kinda dom/sub dynamics, choking kink if u squint hard, unprotected s*x, mention of w*ed, cre*mpie.
author’s note: this is not proof-read ignore all mistakes i just wanted to post sumn sumn since ive been gone for a while hope u enjoy <33
he barely glances at you with a joint sitting on his lips, stiffling his groans as he looks at you with a bored expression.
“know you can do better than that…” he mocks, causing you to whine, picking up your pace.
“thought you wanted this, slut,” he says through gritted teeth, “spreading your legs like a fuckin’ whore, and you can’t even do it right, huh?” he gives you a dry chuckle.
you pout at him, legs trembling as you try to go faster, his cock filling your insides as you can barely speak. his calloused hands are harsh as they squeeze your cheeks, mimicking your pouting. “can’t do it, doll?” he cooes, his lips ghost against yours as he exhales the smoke into your lips.
you inhale, mind getting dizzier both from the weed and from eddie’s cock reaching spots you didn’t even know existed.
you shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut as you try to adjust to his size, your walls burning with pleasure the more you take him in. “‘m tryin, eds,” you whine.
“jesus fuckin’ christ,” he curses out, stomping the half-smoked joint on the ashtray.
“you begged for my cock and you can’t even fuckin’ ride it, slut?” your head falls down, cheeks growing hot.
“you want me to fuck you stupid, baby?” you nod quickly, cunt gushing more and more around him.
“you want me to use that pretty pussy of yours? make sure i fill all of your holes with my cum till all that pretty lil, head of yours will think about is my cock?” you whine at that, and he gives you a smirk.
“such a dumb slut, that’s all you’re good for isn’t it, baby? bein’ my cumdump? my own personal fucktoy, huh?” you can feel him bottom you out before you nod at every word that comes out of his lips.
low growls leave his lips when he slams into your aching cunt in a swift motion, your head tilts back quickly, “eds…” you mewl.
“moremoremoremore,” you whine, causing eddie to mock you again.
“desperate fuckin’ slut,” he hums into your hair, his hips roll faster, and you can feel his balls slapping against your cunt, overstimulating you in everyway he can.
“jesus, this pussy’s practically gushin’ for me but still so fuckin’ tight, baby…” he cooes, licking against the line from your neck to your jaw.
he grips your waist—roughly, enough to leave a bruise, and you can’t help but moan, causing eddie to chuckle before he thrusts into you harshly, his pace enough to have your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
“f—fuckin’ slut, moanin’ like a bitch in heat when i put you to your place, huh?” he whispers.
“you like that, honey? you like bein’ my fucktoy?” he cooes, and you nod again, cheeks growing hot as you can barely look at him.
“look at me.” he growls, fingers harshly gripping your chin as you meet his eyes, all dark and filled with lust.
“use your words,” he warns, pinching your thigh as you yelp at the action.
“y—yes, eds. please,” you murmur.
“please what, baby?” you can feel every ridge of his veiny cock, sliding in and out of you harshly as all that leaves your lips are incoherent babbles.
“so cock drunk that you can’t even speak baby? cause you know this is all you’re made for? to be my cumdump, isn’t that right?” he growls into your ear, spewing filth as he uses your cunt to his desires.
“yes, yes, yes!” you moan.
his grip on your waist tightens—if that is even possible—moving you up and down harshly as you cry out on top of him.
“p—please, eds, want you to fill me up.” you whine.
“want to feel your cum drippin’ down my thighs,”
“such a good fuckin’ cumslut… and all mine,” eddie pushes into you slowly, stretching your hole fully, as you finally feel him fill you to the brim.
“s–so big,” you murmur, causing eddie’s lips to twitch into a smug smirk.
“‘m all yours, eddie” you cry out, clenching around him as he grins, knowing you were going to cum soon.
“you gonna cum, honey? gonna drench my cock?” he mutters, placing a sloppy kiss on your lips.
you nod lazily, mind fuzzy with the idea of finally releasing around him.
“cum with me, honey,” he encourages, thrusting into you in a deliciously sinful motion, just how you need it.
you nod, hands gripping onto his shoulders as you let him plow into you brutally, both of your grunts and eddie’s skin slapping roughly against yours filling the room.
“f—fuck!” he curses, “fuckin’ slut.”
“gonna give you all my cum, baby. make sure you can’t get it outta you for days, yea?” your eyes roll back again when his free hand comes to squeeze your throat, just enough to mix your pain with pleasure.
your juices are soaking him while he watches your cunt take him in fully, cock disappearing in and out of you.
both of you are so close now that it aches, he gives you one or two more thrusts before your thighs tremble and you finally release around him, moaning eddie’s name as you cum on his cock, your whimpers are drowned out by his grunts and his hand around your throat.
your name comes out as a guttural groan out of eddie's plump lips while his hips falter. his eyes are squeezed shut as he buries his mouth on your shoulder, teeth grazing roughly against your skin, almost as if he's marking you. like he's showing everyone that you're his.
“fuck–ooh shit!” eddie moans again, his grunts muffled as his teeth are sinking further into your shoulder, sucking and pulling, “shit-shit... sweetheart, ooh, gonna fuck this load into you, baby.”
“make you all mine.” he promises, words barely coming out as a whisper when he lets out a strangled groan, before he comes hard inside of you.
your walls clench tightly around his throbbing cock one last time, his warm load coats each inch of your walls, almost pooling deep inside you.
his throbbing cock stills inside of you once he makes sure each drop is stuffed fully, caging himself in your walls.
“my perfect lil cumslut.” he grins before pressing a soft kiss on your hair, cock already twitching inside of you again, letting you know that this is going to be a long fucking night.
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Take My Anger | mean!Eddie x Reader | 18+
Summary: Eddie is pissed after a session from Hellfire and you offer for him to take his anger out on you.
Warnings: This is...intense. Mouth fucking, lots degradation, use of stop/go, slight dom!eddie, light after care, reader is in established relationship with Eddie. Also depicts him being a dick about Dustin but never to his face.
Based on a conversation I had with the lovely @oddussy420 thank you for the inspo <3
Words: 2.4k
Disclaimer: I wrote this high as shit. That's all.
Eddie walked out of his Hellfire session as his friends celebrate feeling frustrated. Dustin kept finding out his plots and purposefully picking against him…somehow. As the beginning of the semester aired, Eddie realized quickly he would have to up his game when Dustin picked up on his usual storytelling methods. Either Gareth, Josh, and Peter weren’t that observational or just didn’t care enough to pay attention, but Dustin picked up on his three methods in a mere four weeks.
Eventually Dustin started challenging him by picking against the usual route. It made Eddie need to learn how to think on his feet and dig through his own list of plots he’d came up with mentally. It certainly made Eddie prepared at almost every twist, eventually he met Dustin’s challenges with a half-smirk. Eddie’s rise in confidence had to do with several factors, but for time and storytelling reasons we’ll get into two of them (for now).
One, Eddie had practice with Dustin being a shithead. Loads and loads of it, the point where he had come to welcome Dustin’s alternative routes and sometimes rely on them.
Two, Eddie spent weeks figuring out a quest where Dustin would think he’s leading again but Eddie had everything planned out to work out so that no matter what they’d get to the big twist he had planned. He started to feel confident on his plan at this point.
Eddie spent damn near hours in that library researching and writing in his spiral notebook that was so tattered from the years of ripped out pages. He had given Dustin a ride home one late night after Hellfire, and as Dustin left, he caught a glimpse of the thing that Eddie had, quite frankly, been so obvious he didn’t want Dustin to see. If he hadn’t touched it, Dustin would never have known. Eddie kept trying to not so secretly keep it hidden, which was his dead giveaway.
Somehow, Dustin needed to get to that notebook. There’s only a handful of things that Eddie would be protective as he was. You, his guitar, his van, and his plans for DnD sessions. Luckily Josh, who doesn’t know a thing about Eddie and Dustin’s game of cat and mouse, was the one to provide the combination. During Eddie’s free period where he’s usually found making out with you in the forest or goofing off in the drama room, Dustin went into his locker and picked up the graffitied notebook.
It had every answer, and Dustin had to say he was impressed. He would have to be sneaky to throw him off to a different route this time. In a manner of ten minutes of a quick study Dustin knew the plan, and it happened to be one Eddie was excited and hyping up for the group for that same Friday. Dustin came up with his own counter-move for everything, knowing Eddie would want to lead to the big twist and Dustin would move away.
When the day came, Dustin had managed to throw off the story and quest completely, and Eddie saw red. Of course, he knew Dustin was only playing the cat and mouse game, but it felt like his weeks of work and his excitement was just something to laugh at than indulge in for Dustin. As the game ended, Dustin offered his hand to shake for no hard feelings. You walk into the drama room, bounce down the stairs, your ponytail swinging down each step as you say goodbye to the members already leaving.
Oh, the last reason he became more confident? You finally asked him out and you and him had gotten together.
You watch as Eddie meets the handshake nodding to Dustin to let him know they were okay. However, one look at Eddie told you he was pissed. He has all the tell-tale signs. The locked jaw, hardened eyes, the overly intimidating posture. He smiles as his friends leave but the smile is nowhere near his eyes. You have no idea how they didn’t see his anger.
Maybe Eddie’s just good at knowing what he was angry at.
The last person lets the door slam behind them, and it’s loud in the silence that follows. “Hey, baby.” You greet him, walking up to stand face to face with him.
Eddie gulps, looking down at the table blankly as his arm wraps around your back. “Hey,” he answers, his voice gruff and short.
You hesitate in your question, gently caressing his tense back. “How…how was Hellfire?”
Eddie takes a large inhale in, as if calming himself. “That shithead Henderson…” He does it again, closing his eyes. “That shithead Henderson found my notebook and memorized everything.” He stops talking, finding himself getting a bit worked up. “I spent weeks on that campaign just for him to…” he sighs, leaning onto the table, “just for him to destroy it in an hour.”
“Oh, baby that sucks.” You emphasize with him.
“Yeah, no shit it sucks!” Eddie laughs, walking from you towards the head of the table where his throne sits.
Okay, now he’s being mean with you, too.
He sits down on the throne, his one leg hanging over an arm rest. You checked the time, knowing this session ran late and wanting to catch that movie that he asked you to. If he’s pissed to the point of being just plain mean it would take some time calming to get him down to regular mad.
Fuck. He’s never this way after an orgasm, it would roll right off his shoulder. An idea.
You observe where Eddie is sat in his throne, deciding you could fit in the space between the table and his legs. Eddie doesn’t even notice you crawling under the table on your bare knees until you reach his line of sight on the floor right in front of him.
“Whoa, what’re you doing down there?”
“You couldn’t see me anywhere else.” You shrug. You sit back on your knees, looking up at him with that stare you knew got to him. Wide eyes, big smile. He loves it when you’re eager. “Is there anything I could do to help you feel better?”
“No, I’ll be fine. I’m just pissed.”
“Anything?” You ask crawling up between his legs. “You don’t need help taking your frustrations out…any other way?” Your hands move up and down his legs, watching as he immediately leans back and sighs. His brown eyes remain fixated on yours. Offering a blowjob is one thing, but offering this? Holy fuck, has he won the lottery.
“What’re you offering?” Eddie asks, sounding uninterested.
You don’t buy it for a second. “Use my mouth. Fuck it, then you’ll feel much better when I swallow.”
Eddie’s chest rapidly inflates in response, his eyes welcoming that sprinkle of lust he usually has. “Then do it.” Your hands work fast, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans as fast as possible. He chuckles darkly as he legs his pants fall to his knees, watching you eagerly eye his cock. “Get to it.”
You wrap your lips around the head, sucking lightly as a tease. It happens only for a second as a harsh hand lands on your neck and forces you down further on it. Perfect. You bob your head up and down, getting it nice and wet. As you continue, saliva naturally curates and you let it all drool on to him, spit and slobber covering your hand you had supporting you and your mouth. “Oh shit.” Eddie comments, watching you through half-mooned eyes.
Since you suggested him fucking your mouth it was all that was in your brain. You find his hand again, placing it around the base of your ponytail. Eddie immediately takes it into his fist and moves your head so harshly you’re surprised by the initial move. He kept up the movement, eventually muttering to himself. “Oh, take that cock. Oh shit, fucking whore, you take it.”
Just when you adjusted to him suddenly, he pushes himself down your throat, his treasure trail meeting your nose. How did his treasure trail smell so good? You clutch onto his jeans in front of you, tears forming as he stays in the back of his throat and doesn’t move. When it’s been a longer time than usual, Eddie can sense your curiosity. “I wanted to see how long you could take this, a cock at the back of your throat. What a good whore I have…” It was only a minute more when you hit Eddie’s thigh twice, air needed to be brought to you or you would’ve passed out. He places a hand beneath your chin, staring at you in awe as you catch your breath. Your face looked a disaster, your eye makeup a tad runny while your mouth was covered in your own spit. He loved it.
“Bend over.” He commands, and from the authority in his voice you don’t have a damn option. Your underwear is snatched off you, it’s not even down to your knees when Eddie slips into you without pacing himself. He moved right into bucking his hips against yours, the slap of them bouncing harsh enough to bruise. “Baby?” He asks, his voice soft for one moment.
“Go.” You let him know.
“Fucking whore, letting me fuck her just to get some anger out.” His hand goes around your torso, his hands holding you harshly enough to bruise. “Fuck, pussy is so good, though. Look at me.”
You turn your head to face him, and he leans in to kiss you and he does so gently, his tongue sliding against yours with grace. He lets go of you, letting you fall forward on your chest on the table as he continues to buck his hips into you. That was purposeful; you realize. He wanted to embarrass you.
“Let your tits out, slut.” He orders you, his voice showing indifference as the little whines escape your throat. You move your dress down your torso off your shoulders, exposing your nipples to the hard linoleum table. Eddie lifts you up to him, turning you around so one leg was on his shoulder.
“Oh fuck.” You whimper as he starts to hit your g-spot at this angle.
Eddie stops his movements real quick “Hey. You’re the fuck toy. Shut up.” His crass choice treating you as such only turns you on more, your hand covering your mouth as your eyes roll into the back of your head in arousal. Eddie notices, your pussy becoming wetter in response. “Slut loves when I put her in her place.”
You nod your head, hand still on your mouth as you tried not to make another sound.
“The perfect fuck doll, baby. Take this cock so fucking well, goddamn whore.”
His hand reaches the now loose ponytail and pulls. You smile up at him, the reaction sends more anger through him as he pulls tighter. You manage not to moan in response but the pleasure that it sent through you was indescribable.
“So fucking pissed, spent fucking…weeks…” He mutters, his hips still going at an unprecedented rate against you, his grip he now has on your forearm starting to feel sore. “Fucking steals…fuck you’re such a damn good whore.”
Heat remained explosive from your pussy, and though he’s barely put any attention on your pleasure you were almost there. “I-I’m close.” You mutter, and Eddie lets out a chuckle.
“Of course, you get off to being a fucktoy. It’s all you are.” He pounds into you a handful of times, feeling your heat flutter around him as you got closer. “Fuck, I’m close, too.” He puts the leg on his shoulder down and lies you flat on the table, the impact against your back harsh and cold. He places a hand around your neck, cutting your air off. “You’re not gonna cum until I tell you to. Understand?”
You nod, two hands gripping his strong forearm. He admires how his rings make a nice necklace around your throat.
His other hand meets your clit, starting to rub at it to purposely get you to that high as fast as possible. Eddie knew you so goddamn well he could time your orgasm to take however fast and slow he wanted. “Uh-uh,” Eddie tuts when he sees your entire body tense up in preparation for an orgasm. “Not yet.” He lets go of your folds, letting you feel the loss, then he places his hand there again.
He repeats it, twice. Each time you get more and more desperate to cum, and Eddie can feel your pussy shaking from it.
“AH!” He tuts again, yanking his fingers as your eyes roll to the back of your head and your legs tense right up.
“Please, Eddie. Please.” You beg him, the overstimulation at this point too much. “Lemme cum, I need it so bad. Please.”
“Oh thank you for using your manners, whore.” Eddie uses his hand one more time on you, strategically getting you off at a calmer rate and loving how your face looks as you finally cum around him.
Heat invaded you as you finally cum, your body going limp as Eddie continues to fuck you. He’s gone in seconds, the entire time he was torturing himself, as well. The afterglow kicks in, and Eddie slips himself out of you as his hand swipes your face lovingly. “Oh, baby. My sweet girl.” He stays laying down with you until he sees you come back down to earth, and you inhale and exhale deeply, attempting to catch your breath. “There she is. You did so fucking good, baby.”
You smile up at him, your heart expanding. “Yeah?”
“Fuck.” Eddie swears, a laugh escaping him. “We definitely missed the movie, but we can go look at the stars, again, if you want.”
“Out in the field by your place?” You ask hopefully, remembering one of your first dates where he spent most of the night eating you out.
He places his hands delicately on your cheek, kissing you with all the love in the world. “Of course, sweetheart.”
You sigh, your heart still racing.
He can feel your heart still pounding against his chest. “You okay to walk?”
“I’ll need a few more minutes, stay with me.”
He let you crawl into his arms until you recovered, making himself pissed for not having a source of water on hand. “Grab some food later?”
You nod in his chest, taking in the scent of the cologne on the shirt he didn’t take off. “Are you feeling any better?”
“Miles, thank you so much for that, sweetheart.”
You smile into his chest, proud of getting him to handle his anger in a way you’ve talked about. “Of course, baby.”
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Thinking about Dom Steve and sub Eddie having to stop doing impact play because every time they try, Steve always drops after, some kind of combination of "Steve is a protector and caretaker" and "Steve knows what it feels like to be beaten and laying a hand on someone he loves makes him want to hurl".
Eddie tries the first couple of times to reassure Steve like he likes it, that Steve isn't doing anything Eddie isn't literally asking for. But after the third time, when Steve almost hyperventilates at the sight of his own handprints on Eddie's skin, they make the decision that yeah, this isn't something they need to keep doing.
#everyone loves a mean dom#but for your consideration#soft and tender dom steve#who wants to take eddie out of his head through an overload of pleasure#not through pain#steddie#dom steve harrington#sub eddie munson
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Run Rabbit, Run (Dark! Eddie Munson 🍒🪽), Pt. 2
tags: roommates to lovers, modern!metalhead!eddie munson(maybe not a complete face match to ST!Eddie, but his look is up to your imagination), predator/prey dynamic , a lil degradation, impact, knife play, jealousy, possessive behavior + language, dacryphilia, kind of fucked up intense dirty talk, face slapping, choking, morallygrey!eddie, they may or may not be completely human (also up to interpretation), and as usual always!black always!non-binary POV 🌟🍒
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the tension breaks because of course it does— because eddie, from the moment you move in, seems to be on a one-man mission to pull at every single one of your threads until you unravel at his feet, just so he can put you back together again.
and if you confronted him about it, he’d play dumb about it, because in his defense, he’s not really doing anything he wouldn’t usually do. nothing he wasn’t already doing before you moved in with him — he’d say you were being paranoid, that it was kind of adorable actually.
but you know you’re not, that he’s not just doing what he’d otherwise be doing, that his actions are a targeted attempt to make you lose your mind, to crawl under your skin and live there. that to him, it’s just a matter of time before you snap.
it starts with the cooking thing — he’s always cooking, has been attached to the kitchen since he was a kid, living with his uncle wayne down in virginia — sweet, sweltering hot virginia, where he got his twang and his first tattoos (the stick and poke smiley face on his ankle, the first set of knuckle tats, the bones of his face piece), his love of smoking cigarettes off the top of his trailer on cool, quiet nights with a sky full of stars. wayne, who’s still down in virginia in a cabin that eddie put the money down for with his chef money. uncle wayne, who taught him to gut a fish and skin a deer and whose peach cobbler recipe he’s still trying to get just right. wayne, who he still calls every sunday as he fixes both of you a full dinner spread with greens and sweet potato and baked chicken.
to eddie, cooking is home, and family, roots and heart — it’s more than a love language. it’s a soul language, and he speaks it fluently, teaches it to everyone he lets get close to him.
and it only take a couple of weeks before he’s speaking it to you day and night, until you barely have to lift a finger in the kitchen because he’s got you, because he’s always got you. he’s got you for breakfast, with thick cuts of salmon and fat, fluffy vegan pancakes. with fresh squeezed juice and sausages that he picks up from the polish supermarket in brown paper bags every sunday, because he’s got a plug for that, and a plug for the freshest fruit in-season, for big juicy strawberries and peach preserves and purple kale.
he feeds you, everyday — with leftovers from the restaurant shifts he works until 3 in the morning — he brings you the day’s specials, whatever they are, spoils you with mushroom risotto and grilled eggplant and bucatini made in-house with the most flavorful tomato sauce you’ve ever tasted. if the special is seafood, he brings it home in a freezer bag, with sliced lemon on the side — he serves you your first oyster, your first bite of squid ink pasta, your first full lobster.
he’ll knock on your door at some ungodly hour, and when you invite him in he’s got a plate loaded up for you, bags under his eyes and a tired smile. he’ll watch you take that first bite, make that first satisfied noise, because he knows you’ve been at the drafting table for hours making adjustments to a new garment in time for an editorial shoot over the weekend.
no matter how tired he is, he’ll sit on your bed, looking so out of place amongst your plushies that it makes you bite down a giggle at the sight of him, looking sharp and dangerous surrounded by soft things. no matter how tired he is, he’ll ask you about your day and listen intently, wrinkle between his eyes as he does — and even though you’re shy at first, talking to him about fashion, he’s encouraging, asking you questions until you loosen up a little and you’re talking his ear off about sustainable dyeing practices and bias cuts and the art of the gather. and you know he’s too tired to take it all in but he’ll fight it, yawning in-between questions like you can use onions skins as dye, that’s crazy, what else have you tried and you did that all by hand? so fucking cool — yeah, i mean I can do patches but it’s nothing like that, used to just use dental floss and it wasn’t super clean, nothing like what you do, that’s way more punk, you made a fucking jacket from scratch.
and he makes you shy when he gets like that, when he gives you all his attention, when he keeps track of every bite like you’re suddenly going to hate his cooking, like he’s ready at any moment to fix it for you, to go right back into the kitchen and make you something from scratch, like he wasn’t just groaning about the longest fucking shift of my life, darlin’, you wouldn’t believe — had to hide in the lockup at midnight cuz we just got back to back fucked, substitution after substitution, and i like getting creative, don’t get me wrong, but what the fuck do we have a menu for?
he lights up a little when he talks about the kitchen though, about gareth who does dishes and robin and steve who run the front of house like it’s the navy.
he’ll grin when you scrunch your nose up because he’s smoked through another pack in one shift, flash his teeth and say beats the alternatives, glad you didn’t meet me all strung out and 21, would’ve been vibrating around your room, rearranged the kitchen, lit a real fire in the fireplace.
even on his worst nights, after an actual hell-shift, when his texts get short and a little snappy, when he stops assaulting your chat with emojis, when he spells out every single word and doesn’t reply for hours and all you get after that is a “don’t wait up x”. even when you hear him come in, dragging himself through the apartment like his body is dead weight, even on the worst nights — you’ll wake up in the morning to a spanish omelette on the counter and a sticky note that says “getting some air, sorry about last night x”, as if he has anything to apologize for, as if he’s not allowed to be human.
it’s all so domestic — he makes your home a warm cloud to lay in. he makes you feel so at ease, like he’s got you, like he’s a safe place to land.
which is where the problem comes in — because your roommate eddie, your sweet, doting, sensitive eddie, who cries when he says “love you, g’bye” to his uncle wayne without fail every single time they talk, who has taken in one of the neighbors cats (cerberus, sweet and soft and definitely using him for his top-shelf tuna connections) as if it is his own, and calls his guitar sweetheart and shimmies his way around the kitchen on sundays humming let’s hear it for the boys.
that eddie — sweet, darling doting eddie — is a fucking deviant.
he doesn’t show it too often, keeps it tucked away with impressive self-control, maybe even tries to hide it from you until he’s sure you’re settled, until you start to wonder if you just imagined that glint in his eyes the first day you met him — until the mask slips, until you catch a glimpse of his shadow once more and you think to yourself “there he is”.
it happens because of a bottle of tequila — because it always does. you go out drinking with him and his work friends, because you lost all of yours in the breakup, and eddie says he’s already told everyone all about you, that they already love you, c’mon sweetheart, it’s my night off and i wanna celebrate, know you got that shoot coming up, barely been drinking water you’re working so much, don’t think i haven’t noticed. come dance with me, just one night, i promise i’ll get you back in one piece.
and when he puts you on the spot like that, makes you feel exposed like that, looks at you with his bambi eyes all wide like that, you can’t really say no.
so you get all dressed up (change your outfit three times, because it’s been a long time since you’ve been out and you wanna make a good impression, damn it), and you might be freaking out a little. but then eddie yells out “c’mon honey, bet you look perfect, lemme see you”, and you swallow that anxiety because you like the way his voice curls around the words like that, that honey-twang he’s got cuz you’ve both been pre-gaming a little (him with a homemade margarita, you with a glass of red wine). it makes you brave, makes you take a deep breath and step out into the living room. and you both see each other all dressed up for the first time and — something shifts.
something tilts on its god damn axis — it’s the start of the end.
his hair is wild. big and dark and wild and sparkling through like he’s sprayed glitter in it. he’s got the most delicious black leather jacket on, fit perfect to his body and aged just right. he’s got this sheer fucking fabric stretched across his torso — it’s barely a shirt, just a scrap of something dark that lets you see the cut of his hips and the ink in his skin and the silver rings in his nipples.
his pants are low cut, ripped jagged across both knees, like he busted them open skating — and his boots are obscene, steel-toed shit-kickers, red-laces cutting through them like veins. he looks so good you want to stomp your feet and whine “not fair, who gave you eyeliner, that’s cheating”.
he looks like a young god, like hell on legs, like a flashing neon sign that says “i am going to fuck your life up and you’re going to thank me for it”. you suddenly can’t read.
the way he’s looking at you makes your mouth dry up, makes your thighs press together, makes you want to fall to your knees and worship. it’s all that desire you forgot that he possessed, that you only catch flashes of in the quiet moments — when he’s giving you a taste of something new and his eyes travel down to your lips wrapping round the edge of the spoon, when you hum low and pleased with your eyes closed and you open them up and he’s giving you that look again, that “run, rabbit, run” look.
for the first time in weeks he’s not hiding any of it from you — runs his gaze over your face and down your neck, across your shoulder and down your stomach, to your hips and both your thighs (he takes his time right there, sees you twitch, darts up to meet your eyes real quick, almost-smiles, like he’s saying “got you”)
and then up, up, up again. he takes his time. he runs his tongue across his lips, comes up real close and tugs on one of your braids with a scrunch between his brows, looks down at you and blows out a quiet rush of air and says “we should go, right now” like he means “before i do something i regret”.
that night, something inside you snaps.
his friends all clearly know something you don’t, and they are varying degrees of subtle about it. chrissy hugs you and smiles big and bright and says aren’t you the prettiest god damn thing i’ve ever seen but she’s looking at eddie when she says it, and it makes your face heat up.
robin and steve are all wry and knowing, bitchy in a fun way, exchanging little smiles with each other, all he’s finally let you out the dungeon, huh? thought he was gonna keep you all to himself.
jon is quiet but he gives eddie this little nod like “i see you” and his boyfriend argyle is already two-thirds into a bottle of casamigos so he just says the quiet part out loud, somehow makes it sound so chill, like it’s not a big deal that he takes one look at you and goes holy shit, eddie wasn’t lying, you’re like — what the fuck, i’d write songs about you too. doesn’t even give you a second to unpack all that before there’s a shot in your hand.
and then the drinks keep flowing and you start to loosen up and enjoy yourself and eddie doesn’t seem phased by any of the teasing, sits close to you and takes sips out of his drink (fruity, staining his tongue red as punch, sickly sweet when he lets you have a taste of it), keeps his eyes on you all night, just takes it all in stride — like he was expecting this, like he’s made his peace.
and you’re too drunk now to let it go, so you turn to him while steve and rob are busy bullying everyone else and you slur out something like so you’re obsessed with me, huh? and he smiles sharp and dirty and goes you don’t wanna go there with me honey, and you say why not, you’re all talk, don’t pussy out on me and his eyes go pitch black.
he nods his head, hums to himself. “noted.”
and it just goes down, down, down from there. because now you’re worked up, feeling bratty, feeling mean. you nod too, and he’s just taking you in, sitting too close, watching you like he’s curious, like he’s just delighted at the thought of what you’re gonna do next. bet, you think. let’s go, then.
steve seems like your best bet, so you ask him if he wants to dance, sugary sweet and wide-eyed, and he grins like he’s been waiting for this all night, says later losers, time to have some actual fun and takes your hand, cutting eddie a look like the cat that got the cream as you climb over his lap on your way out.
eddie’s just looking, looking, looking. quiet storm brewing across his face. leans in close before you’re gone to whisper “careful, baby” in your ear, like a warning.
you just smile at him, shrug. come get me, big bad.
dancing with steve is easy, his arm across your back, your hips pressed close. he says “your boy’s watching, wanna give him something to look at?” and you pout, tell him “he’s not gonna do shit, stevie, he’s all talk”.
steve smiles at you like you’re so dumb, just delightfully stupid, so you ask him what he knows and he says “i know he’s real sweet on you, but you better watch it, honey — eddie’s not the one to play with.”
and then he leans into your ear and tells you a story about a wolf who walks like a man and talks like a man and acts like a sheep — but he’s a wolf, honey. he likes to bite, likes to play with his food — keeps his prey tied down in his lair and takes them apart, piece by piece, until they’re crying, begging, until the fight leaves them all at once and they go empty between the ears, until they’re just gone. and then he just keeps taking, taking, taking. until they’ve got nothing left to give him.
and the music is so syrupy sweet that you’re lost in it, lost in the roll of your hips, lost in steve’s voice rumbling in your ears, low and hypnotic, lost in the drinks flowing through your veins — until steve has to hold you by the chin and force you to look up at him and say “still with me, little lamb?”
your throat is dry when you ask him how he knows what he knows, and he just looks over your shoulder (you know who he’s looking at, you feel those eyes across your back, he’s always watching, he just never stops looking) and tilts his chin up and goes why don’t you ask him yourself, honey?
and then eddie’s right there, pressed up against your back — leaning down to your ear to ask if you’re having fun, and for a second you’re pressed up between them both, letting steve rock you back into eddie, letting eddie grip you by the hips and pull you back, back, back, guiding you into a slow, filthy grind. your eyes fall close, you barely notice steve pressing a kiss to your temple, trilling have funnnn before he’s gone into the crowd again.
you still with me, eddie asks, at the same time you spin round and ask him “you fucked steve?”
he laughs a little and hums i see y’all been getting acquainted, pulls you close again and says jealous, honey?
you say you wish, and then you did, didn’t you? said you act like a sheep, but you’re not, are you? you’re a wolf.
he looks down at you, runs his hands under the straps of your top, presses his palms to the skin of your back, dips his head down. you know, i wanted to do this right — wanted to woo you and shit. feed you, keep you warm, treat you sweet.
and you know, you know, you know. what are you gonna do with me now, eddie?
he just looks at you. looks and looks, pulls you closer, let’s his hand creep down, down, down, makes the heat in your body swoop down low in your tummy when he grips you hard over your skirt, sweeps one hand in your hair and gets his fingers tangled in your braids, all the way down to the root and tugs, real mean with it.
he makes you bare your neck to him, makes you gasp, makes you wanna beg. for his teeth in your neck, for his hands between your thighs, for his mouth on you. you gonna hurt me, eddie?
he shrugs. i don’t know yet, honey. you gonna ask me nice for it? gonna ask for what you want instead of being a rude little brat, making me think you wanna fuck my friends?
your mouth goes dry. i wasn’t tryna —
nah, you just wanted me to think it, didn’t you? his voice drops low, mean, dark. dumb bunny, you didn’t actually think that was gonna work, did you? steve likes em big and bad, and you’re fucking nothing like that, are you? pretty little doll, he’d eat you alive.
he’s all inside your head, barely leaving you any space for yourself, and the way he sneers dumb bunny makes you squirm, makes you ache. he’s got you pinned in place like a fly in amber, nowhere else to run. and you wouldn’t?
he tilts his head, hums, says it again, wanted to do this right, wanted to lay you out on my bed and make you feel good. he mouths a kiss across your neck, traces his tongue across the skin, just the tip, just a tease. asked me if i was obsessed with you. stupid fucking question, baby. knew you were mine, first second i saw you, walked into my house and made it all strawberry and honey, seeped into everything, kept me up at night with it — and now it’s all over our home, our fucking home.
he uses his teeth, opens his mouth wide like a beast, like he can’t just smell you, like he needs the taste of it too, needs to feel the flesh between his teeth. and you can see right though me, can’t you, baby? the others, they think they see it, think they know what i think when i look at you, but you know, don’t you? you’ve always known.
you know. you’ve known. he wants inside your skin, wants to worm his way deep and build a home there. wants to keep you fed, keep you full, make you happier than anyone could. wants to own your happiness and your hunger, greedy over it. fucked up over the thought of anyone taking care of you better than he could, knows in his soul that no one else could. it makes you scared, makes you warm, makes you feel insane. you should run, should find a new apartment and start over because you’re so raw, and vulnerable, and he could hurt you, he wants to hurt you —
you tilt your head back, you run your hands across his shoulders, over his back, up into his hair, and you grab a handful and pull. he makes a noise like a wounded dog. he pants for it, folds forward like he got the breath knocked out of him — you think he’s mine, he’s mine, he’s mine, feel him kick up against you, big and warm and hard against your hip and your head swims with the thought. over and over, the same thought — mine, mine, mine.
yeah, sweet thing, m’yours, all yours, all of it, all yours, he whines, just for you. must’ve heard you, must’ve said it out loud. he sounds hollowed out, like you’ve let all his air out, and you’re wild for it.
tell me how, you say. you tug his head down so you can speak into his ear, and he goes down easy, so easy. when i let you take me to bed, when i let you have it, what will you do to me? what first?
a knife, he says, like a man possessed. toys with all your straps, slips his fingers underneath and tugs. wanna cut you out of this pretty fabric. look like an angel, wanna rip it to shreds, lay you down in the ribbons.
to ruin me, you say.
to make your heart race, he sings. he sways into you, sounds so consumed with desire it makes him drunk, makes him slur his words like his teeth are too big for his mouth. make you scared, make you wanna run so i can catch you. hold you down, press the blade up against your skin and play.
he wants to play. with a knife to your neck. fucking freak.
yours, yours, yours, he says. pulls back to look at you, hisses when you follow him with your hands in his hair, eyes rolling up and then back down, eyes half-shut, lights going out until it’s all a stretch of midnight without a star in the sky.
beautiful boy, you think. terrible, terrible, gorgeous boy.
wanna spit in your fucking mouth, he confesses. wanna hold my hand over your nose and watch your throat work as you swallow. wanna make you wet all over.
you’re already wet all over, and he knows that. can probably smell it, the wolf.
you’re still dancing, somehow. still swaying, still pressed up against each other, no room for common sense. his friends are nowhere to be seen — the crowd of bodies around you have all blurred away. you want to be home, in his bed, his lair, at his mercy. you tell him as much, and he smiles at you like he’s proud. love it when you tell me the truth, he says. love it when you show me.
better make it worth it, eddie, you say. better make it hard to leave your bed in the morning.
and then, he sings. and then, and then, and then.
greedy boy, you think, never gonna let me go, never gonna let anyone else touch me ever again.
you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, red and sweet and sharp. and then, you say, then you’re gonna feed me, like you always do.
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Animal
One Shot Smut
Dom!Eddie Munson x Fem Reader
No but this smile makes me WEAK and this is how he looks at you in this story⬇️
Summary: You’ve been increasingly angsty lately, so you go in search of something to help you escape. Turns out the overly dramatic metal head from your school sells stronger substances than you could normally get your hands on. But you better be sure you bring enough cash, or you might have to pay him some other way…Yes, exactly like one of those sleazy 80’s porn flicks.
Warnings: Much Smut 18+ Dom DrugDealer!Eddie x Fem Reader. Mentions of hard drugs, narcotics, alcohol, public sex, cheating, shy reader, secret slutty reader, popular reader, vulgar language, pet names, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, breeding if you squint (it’s v animalistic) Porn w very little plot.
Song Inspiration: Animal (Fuck Like a Beast) by W.A.S.P.
“I do whatever I want to, to ya
I'll nail your ass to the sheets
A pelvic thrust and the sweat starts to sting ya
I fuck like a beast”
Word Count: 3.1k
Fuck. Everyone had been getting on your goddamn nerves more than usual lately. Your prim and proper parents were harassing you about the one B you received in science, scolding you for being 'provocative’ by wearing too much makeup (it was light blush and mascara), and by daring to wind down with your friends once in awhile. Granted, they had no idea who your real friends were as they would blow a gasket if they knew how you spent many of your weekends under the overpass smoking cigarettes and weed with some of the local dirtbag kids and the hopeless junkies in your town who go there to get high.
Even your white bread, conventional boyfriend had been getting onto you about your pent up rage and choosing to partake in foreign substances to release it. He would drink with you at parties, but he was always the one who made you stop when you were starting to really have fun. ‘Just loosen up once in awhile, Jake. Jesus Christ,’ you would find yourself thinking bitterly. You couldn't take it anymore. Sure, your guilty pleasures aren’t exactly healthy, but you’ve been forced to conform to the monotonous life of your family and peers for so long that you were aching for something to help you escape.
You had heard of this guy in your school who sells more than weed and decided to hit him up for some uppers to try and channel that high into focusing on studying for the midterm. Your friend told you how to contact him, and before the day was up, you had discreetly dropped a note into his locker telling him your desires and the locker to which he could send the response. Your heart leapt when after your very next class, there was already a note in your locker signed by ‘E. M.’ and scribbled with instructions to meet him in the back of the library after school.
E. M. Eddie Munson. The kid who often caused a scene in the cafeteria or classes with his ruckus outbursts and theatrical lectures about one issue or another? Figures. He was intimidating with his dramatic personality and his overall appearance, but that sent flutters to your lower stomach as you thought about meeting with him face to face—alone. So you spent your last period of the day fidgeting nervously and not paying any attention to the lesson. When the bell finally rang, you headed for the bathroom to freshen yourself up while you waited for the hallways to clear a bit before you made your way down to the library.
It was pretty deserted by the time you arrived, with only a couple students at the front few tables looking through refrence books for whatever projects they had. The librarian was always occupied at the front organizing returned books or in her office, so the back aisle of the library had become the designated spot for drug deals and make out sessions. You tried to make yourself as small and quiet as possible as you slipped in through the library door and made your way down the side wall towards the back. No one paid you any mind so you were in the clear. As you rounded the corner to the back, your stomach flipped at the sight of Eddie leaning against the back book shelf and casually doing tricks with his switchblade.
He gave you a quick nod of welcome and flashed you with a knee buckling smile when he noticed you approaching. God, he looked good. His ripped black jeans sagged just a bit around his hips, despite the belt around them. You reckoned it was only there for show as he had hooked a decorative assortment of chains onto the metal rings on the belt, with little handcuffs serving as the clips. His dark mane of hair hung wildly around his shoulders in a very Eddie Van Halen way. Hah, funny coincidence. And, oh shit, was that a Mötley Crüe tee? They were pretty infamous in the rock and metal scene for being chaotic menaces always at the center of controversy.
As you got closer you noticed he had a few tattoos on his arms. Who the fuck would tattoo a teenager in this small town? You knew he was in a band, and he really embodied the rock star persona, from his look, to his mannerisms and attitude. Your heart raced being in his presence just by how chill he seemed, and you tried your best to match his laid back demeanor. You stopped in front of him, fiddling with the hem on the long sleeves of your sweater nervously as you raised your head to peer into his dark brown eyes. His gaze was captivating and rendered you speechless as he looked you up and down.
“So, what can I help you with, sweetheart?” Eddie grinned down at you in amusement. Sweetheart? Shit.
“I uh…I’m just looking for something maybe…to help, I don't know…” you trailed off as you glanced around anxiously looking for the words. “Something…like, an upper…or something?”
He seemed entertained by your shyness with the way he was eyeing you. You blinked back up at him to gauge his reaction and he was merely taking in your appearance with a smug expression on his face, the lines bordering his mouth etched deeply around his smile.
“What, like H?” he teased with a wide smirk. You gasped at him incredulously as you hugged your torso. As if you can be mistaken for some junkie? What about your pleated white skirt, your cashmere sweater and the white gold chain around your neck screamed ‘heroin?'
“No! Of course not! Not that strong! Just, maybe…something, stimulating?” you whispered urgently. He gave you a humorous chuckle at your exasperated reaction before looking up above you in faux contemplation.
“Alright, mama. I think I got what you need,” Eddie said when he looked back down into your eyes. He pushed himself off the bookshelf and turned around to where he had stored his metal lunchbox between some books. He reached in and pulled out a small Ziploc bag of round, white pills. “It’s uh, not quite smack, but it will make an impression.”
“W-What is it?” you asked timidly. You looked from the bag to Eddie, shifting your feet nervously. He raised his brows and looked at the pills in his hand before readjusting his stance.
“Well, that is your good ole’ government sanctioned amphetamine used to treat ADHD,” he grinned. “But a hit of this will have you hyper focused on whatever you need. Just go easy with it, though. Otherwise you’ll be up all night scrubbing your bathroom tile with a toothbrush.”
You smiled back at him sweetly, still holding your arms close to yourself as you get lost in his sparkling brown eyes. But you noticed that his eyes were tracing the shape of your pretty lips before stealing glances down at your chest. Your sweater fit tightly around your body, highlighting your generously endowed breasts; and if you were showing any cleavage, he probably wouldn’t be able to look anywhere else. You watched his gaze as you brought your arms up higher to cross them over your chest to conceal yourself more, but you were probably only making his mind race more.
“So…um, how much is it?” you asked quietly.
“The tabs? Uhhh,” Eddie was torn from his train of thought with your words and he shifted his footing to think of a price. He stepped back to eye your body up and down and you looked around in embarrassment as you waited for his response. “Hmm, you’re pretty small so I’m gonna recommend no more than 5mg. So that’ll be, let’s see…call it $25 for the bag. Should last you awhile.”
Damn, you never pay more than like $10 at a time for your weed, but of course this would be more expensive than pot. So stupid. Well you couldn’t back out now, since it was already Friday and the midterm was on Monday.
“Fuck…um, I didn’t bring that much…but, I really need this,” you said desperately, biting your lip nervously as you avoid making eye contact with Eddie. “Would…do you think…that maybe I could pay you…some other way?
You shut your eyes in embarrassment for a moment before timidly raising your eyes to meet his. He was standing there leaning against the bookcase with crossed arms, looking down at you with the the most cocky expression on his face. Fuck. What was this? Some cheesy porno movie where the ditzy housewife orders a pizza but doesn’t ‘have enough to pay him?’ He probably thinks you’re just another slutty cokehead who gives it up to any drug dealer. Eddie’s eyes trailed down to where you were biting your lip in anticipation of his answer and it makes him have to shift his legs.
“Don’t you have a boyfriend?” he said softly as his eyes narrowed at you. Shit. That’s right. You mentally kicked yourself for not thinking this through.
“Yeah, but…well, he’s so…soft,” you blushed as your secret thoughts formed into words. “He never wants to try anything exciting, and I’m…bored. I want to break up with him, but he just gets so jealous…”
You hung your head in humiliation at just confessing your disinterest in your boyfriend in front of a practical stranger. Eddie looked past your shoulder with narrowed eyes and a quizzical expression for only a second before he nodded like he just came to some mental conclusion, and the corner of his mouth tilted in a wicked grin. He stepped towards you and boxed you in against the opposite bookshelf, his one hand leaning against the panel of the bookcase with the other reaching his heavily ringed fingers to peel one of your long strands of hair off the front of your shoulder and discarded it on the ground. You licked your lips in a seductive manner as you shyly maintained eye contact. He smelled so fucking good with his cologne mixed with cigarette smoke and whatever heavenly shampoo he used. You could feel your panties just drenching in your arousal as he leaned in close to your ear, lips just barely ghosting over your skin and his long curls tickling your neck.
“Well, I can fight,” he growled darkly, and with one swift movement he had turned you around to face the book shelf and swiftly flipped up your skirt to expose your panties. You gasped in surprise and mock protested his actions at first, but the warmth you felt spreading between your legs at his aggressive handling was very telling. Your hands were supporting your weight on the shelf in front of you, and the books were separated just enough so that you could peek in between them to guard that the coast was clear. As soon as Eddie had spun you around, he made quick work of his belt and zipper, and was now pushing the lace hem of your panties down your thighs and kicking your feet apart slightly so he could position himself between your legs..
You tucked your bottom lip under your teeth in excitement, your wetness practically dripping down your legs as you waited for his commanding hands to find their place. He shifted your hips where he needed them before gripping onto your shoulder with one hand, and lining himself up with your weeping entrance with the other. Shit. This is so fucking primal, why does this feel so good? You inhaled sharply as you felt his tip slip through your folds and settle between your legs. You had to stand on your tip toes to allow him access, which he reminded you by assertively lifting you up by your hips.
“Good, you’re already soaked,” Eddie mumbled.
With the one hand on your shoulder, he bent you over the shelf while his other slowly guided his length past your slit. You hummed weakly at the sensation, before gasping loudly at him suddenly filling you up and bottoming out completely. Holy shit, this was really happening. You were getting fucked like a wild animal by Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson on school property, all for some drugs. It’s so wrong but why does it feel so right? You could barely contain your hushed cries and moans with every snap of his hips.
“Shut the fuck up, you want to get caught?'“ Eddie hissed as he stilled in you and reached around your shoulder to cup his hand over your mouth. You shook your head quickly into his palm before he straightened back up behind you. There wasn’t a whole lot of time to collect yourself before Eddie sped up his rough pace into your cunt. He rocked into you with enough force that the shelf on which you were leaning was wobbling and the books swayed dangerously. You reached through to grip the shelf from the back side to steady yourself and hopefully the books as well.
You could hear his satisfied grunts behind you, sending a thrilling jolt to your lower extremities and making your walls flutter around his firm length. Your boyfriend never manhandled you like that, and now you weren’t sure if you could ever go back to the boring missionary, lovey-dovey style love making with him. The way Eddie claimed your body like that was better than any drug he had to sell, and you reckoned you would probably be back for more—with just enough money that you came up short and had to pay him this way again. His relentless thrusting was fogging your mind and starting to send you over the edge.
You brought one hand to your mouth and bit down on your finger to stifle the pleasured moans. You could tell that Eddie was only using your cunt to get himself off, but that realization excited you and lit a fire in your belly to come apart around his cock. Your walls clenched around him as your knees trembled, and you could hear his cocky laugh behind you quietly. As your vision returned, you were still relishing in the sensation of him slamming into you with his determined rhythm and your jaw slacked open at the feeling.
“Silly girl…pull yourself together before someone hears you,” Eddie whispered gruffly as he gave you a few slow, deliberate strokes that really emphasized his size. Your eyes crossed and your eyelids drooped at the euphoric intensity of him sinking into you over and over. He’s one to talk. He was slamming into you with enough vigor that the soft clapping sound of skin to skin contact reverberated around the back aisle of the library. But somehow you could not care less at that moment while Eddie buried his thick member into your very core. He fucked you like he had been isolated on a desert island for years—hungry and desperate and just aching for release.
You had lost track of time in your fucked-out state. Your vision was blurred of everything but Eddie Fucking Munson and you just settled for laying your cheek down onto the shelf where every thrust nudged your head back and forth. Your mouth had relaxed to where your tongue lay lopsided and your saliva began to pool underneath you, and you didn’t give a fuck. His energetic pounding was the most glorious sensation you’ve ever experienced. It was sending you into ecstasy again and you didn’t even attempt to stifle your noises. Eddie bent over you again and put his soft lips against the shell of your ear.
“If I hear another sound from you, I’ll have to stuff that mouth full, okay baby?” he mumbled into your ear, using both a teasing tone and a tone of authority. He pulled back and moved his hands to grasp your hips like an animal and continued his self fulfilling strokes with what seemed like limitless stamina. You squeezed your eyes shut and focused all your concentration on keeping quiet while he drilled into you. The tension you were applying to his rock hard member made his hips studder as the blinding pleasure of your muscle sent him into a daze. His thrusts began to slow as he started to dispense his entire load into your used cunt. He stilled his movements and held your hips tightly against his as he buried his whole length in you to pump you completely full of his seed.
You could feel both of your bodies relax as he continued to spill into you. Fuck, his cock was still flexing, like he was dumping dozens of ropes into your poor hole. You shivered around Eddie’s cock as he slowly pulled himself out of you, leaving you open to drip a combination of your fluids onto the carpet below. As soon as you could close your legs, you hiked your panties back up to contain his seed before it could run down your legs. You flattened out your skirt and readjusted your sweater and hair while Eddie stuffed his dick back into his boxers and zipped himself up. Oh, God. You just let him cum in you! You didn't even try to stop him, you desperate slut.
“Yeah, here’s the pills, but uh…you can keep the rest of the cash,” Eddie laughed awkwardly as he tussled his long hair while handing you the small baggie from the metal lunchbox. “That fuck was more than enough for me…Oh, and uh…tell your boyfriend I hope he enjoys my contribution.”
He winked at you with a wide grin before leaning in to capture your lips in his in a deep kiss. He placed the Ziploc into your fist and left without another glance, eyeing down the pathway to check and see if anyone was around. He then casually exited the aisle without another word and headed for the door to leave the library while you took a minute to readjust your clothing so you could leave as nonchalantly as possible. Hopefully his excess seed would stay contained in your underwear until you could make your way to the bathroom and get yourself cleaned up. God, if these pills made you feel even half as good as you felt right then, you’d be hooked for life.
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You've Got Desire, So Let It Out: Chapter 2
You love your job. Being a teacher is what you've always wanted to do. But being in charge all day can be draining. You are looking for someone to take that control away for a while. When Robin and Steve set you up with Eddie, an old friend from high school, sparks fly! One day you ask Eddie to come volunteer in your classroom and he's more than happy to oblige. But what happens when the inevitable discipline issue arises and you have to use your teacher voice in front of him for the first time? Let's just say Eddie enjoys it a bit too much.
☆Tags: 21+ MDNI, switch Eddie Munson, switch reader, BDSM, kinky sex, choking, dirty talk, dom/sub, impact play, bratting, degradation, praise, humiliation, restraints, mean dom Eddie, overstimulation, orgasm control
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“Robiiin!” You whined from the floor, back against the couch. Hoping your voice would reach her in the kitchen, “Can you get me another drink?” After a moment she came padding back into the living room handing you a glass of clear liquid with ice. An expression of gratitude turns sour, “Hey this is water!”
“Yeah! You didn’t specify so I gave you what you needed.”
You pouted but took a few sips anyways. You’d been over her place for hours along with Steve, having a great time. Complaining about how hopeless all of your love lives were, laughing at whatever crappy movie was playing in the background, and of course drinking. You’d lost track of how many drinks you’d had but that was never a problem before, no this wouldn’t be the first time you’d slept on Robin's couch. But this time you’d definitely had more than you probably should have because there was no filter left to prevent the spontaneous confession from falling out in response, “No what I need is someone to call me a good girl and spank my ass while they fuck my brains out!”
“Excuse me?” Both of your friends call out.
Your brain had no sense that they weren't actually looking for an answer, “I need to get laid is what I need!” The hand not clutching the sweating glass reached up and wrapped around your throat, “Someone’s thick hand choking me while telling me what a filthy slut I am!” You are completely absorbed in the image of your own fantasy. Unaware of the incredulous stares from your friends boring themselves in your direction, then back at each other.
You awoke in Eddie’s bed the next morning. Blinking. You came into consciousness realizing he was sound asleep next to you. His arm lazily draped over your waist.
The morning after was always so awkward, your last serious relationship was with a guy you went to high school with back in the city. That time in your life ended well before moving here to Hawkins. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t have anything to do with the differences in sexual desires. Since then you’d been living the one night stand, Maybe I’ll call him back sort of life. But this felt different. There was no urgency to carefully escape his arms and sneak away before he noticed. No calling for a ride back to your place because you couldn’t get away fast enough. No quick Don’t call me. I’ll call you, note left in haste as you walk home. Eddie’s arm shifted just a touch. You leaned closer into the feeling. Pressing your back against his chest. No you weren’t going anywhere, at least not anytime soon.
You enjoyed lazy morning cuddles as Eddie slept behind you. You drifted in and out of sleep a few times but never so deeply that you didn’t hear the loud buzzing of your phone against the quiet of the trailer from where it sat in the other room.
Careful not to disturb him as much as possible, you tiptoed to the living room. It was a message from Robin.
I hope you had fun last night! Can’t wait to hear all the horny details! Call me.
Smiling at your phone screen, you typed a quick response before wandering back to the bedroom. Thankful that Eddie was still asleep. You tried to take up your previous position without disturbing him but the movement of the worn mattress was just too much. He inhaled deeply and stretched out his arms. You leaned into him and whispered, “Good morning.”
He blinked a few times. Eyes adjusting to the sunshine that was starting to make its way in through the window, he smiled at you, “Hey, you’re still here. I think I had a dream that you were just a figment of my imagination.”
Giggling you cuddled to him closer, “And miss out on morning after cuddles? Not a chance!”
He only responded with a quiet hum and kissed the side of your head. A surprisingly comfortable silence fell over the room. You inhaled deeply wanting to commit this moment to memory. The feel of his arm around you. His musky smell mixed with lingering nicotine. You’re not sure how long passed before he finally spoke, “I had a really great time last night.”
You were hoping that he would follow it up with something like When can I see you again? or Wanna go for round two? but he was quiet again. You swallowed hard, not wanting to miss your chance to see him again, “Me too. When’s your band playing next? I’d love to come and see you guys play again sometime.”
“We have a show next weekend,” for the first time since meeting him, he sounded nervous. Not so subtle changes in his tone make it more and more obvious by the second. Morning Eddie was wildly different from nighttime Eddie. It was a sharp contrast from his confidence last night. Right now he seemed unsure of himself and hesitated before asking, “If you give me your number, I could text you the details.”
You grinned, almost enjoying how shy he sounded. It was kind of sweet, “Go get your phone.”
He grabbed into the bed. Gripping onto whatever his hands could find, “But it’s so comfy in here!”
You pulled away. Caressing your hand down his arm, “Where is it? Can I grab it?” He nodded and watched you from the bed as he directed you to retrieve it from his jacket pocket. You typed in your number. A moment of reflection gave your fingers pause before deciding to be bold and add a pink heart. You handed it to him and he chuckled when he saw that you had typed Teach instead of your name. His fingers ran through his hair and set his phone to the side. Looking at him as he leaned shirtless against the pillows with his arms resting effortlessly above his head. You felt your eyes wander all over his chest. Soaking up every bit of him.
He sat up, “We should probably get up. Do you want some coffee?”
“Oh I’d love that!” You got up and put your clothes on from last night. He watched you from the corner of his eye with soft glances as he did the same.
“You can shower if you’d like.”
Just then your phone rang. It was Robin. Eddie smiled and said he’d give you some privacy before leaving the room.
“Hey!” Her happy voice came through the speaker, “Can you talk for a second or are you otherwise occupied?”
“He’s making us coffee, I can talk for a second. What’s up?”
“I was heading to the store and I wanted to see if you wanted me to pick you up on my way.”
You laughed, “You just want to hear if we had sex or not!”
“Of course I do! It’s not everyday you set up your two freaky friends, and I’m assuming since you’re still there that I get to hear a very juicy story!”
“You’re too much, but yes I’d love to go to the store with you.”
“I’ll be there in a bit!”
After your phone call you finished getting dressed and couldn’t help but be a little nosy. Taking advantage of your isolation, you investigated his room before joining him in the kitchen. It was messy but had an endearing charm. These posters must still be up from high school. Many of the corners on the old paper had started to lift long ago. You could see evidence that he tried more than once to add more tape in an attempt to keep them flat. Several ashtrays sat scattered on the different surfaces, accented by a few lighters. He had a ton of music! His collection of vintage cassette tapes and vinyls was quite impressive. Just from reading a few titles, your heart warmed that not only did you and Eddie share bedroom preferences, but music as well. After snooping you decided it was finally time to join him in the kitchen.
Eddie was sitting in a chair beside the small open window, at the table that was pressed flush against the edge of the room. In one hand he held a black coffee mug and resting between the same fingers he held a lit cigarette. He had also finished dressing. The great view of his tattoos was gone. As soon as you emerged, he handed you a warm ceramic mug, “I wasn’t sure if you wanted anything in it so I left it black.”
After adding a splash of the creamer he offered you and taking a sip you joined him at the small table, “Thank you sir.”
“You’re welcome, I’m glad you said that because I think we need to have another talk. If you have time, that is.”
Anxiety. No matter how much you tried to work on it, it always had a fun way of creeping in where it isn’t wanted. You had no reason to suspect that he was upset with you or didn’t want to see you anymore but damn it if with those words he didn’t summon a deep pit in your stomach.
Hiding your worry with another sip of coffee you responded, “Ok. Robin and I are going to the store but yeah I have time.”
You were learning that dominant Eddie was very straight to the point, “Communication is extremely important in this lifestyle. Especially with new partners.” He drinks again, “And I gotta tell you teach, I’ve never had such a good first session.” You feel the muscles in your shoulders unconsciously relax, “Even with experienced doms and subs, it usually takes a while for the two people to click or connect but with you, if I may be so bold— I’ve never felt more comfortable and I hope the feeling is mutual.” After he finished, he took a drag off the cigarette in his hand and exhaled up into the air.
“Definitely!” The giddiness in your voice sparked a smile on his otherwise serious face, “Even though I don’t have any other formal experience, I was already thinking how much I’d like to do that again.”
His smile brightened, “Me too sweetheart. I have one more question first. These types of relationships can all look wildly different. Sometimes a dom and sub are just that, nothing more. Other times they are in a more traditional relationship as well, what exactly are you looking for?”
The heat from the coffee was the perfect excuse to explain away your blushing cheeks, “Well Eddie. I didn’t know anything about you when I turned around and came face to face with your chest yesterday and even without the knowledge that you would pin me down and fuck me into your mattress, I thought you were hot as hell– think, still think. You’re hot. Fuck I’m going to stop talking.”
He leaned in closer, resting his elbows on the table, “No please continue your cute ramblings. Tell me more about how hot I am.”
“Actually I lied,” you couldn’t hide your huge grin or bring yourself to actually lie and say he was ugly. Listening to his laugh as he teased you right back, with a cheeky raised eyebrow over his coffee mug, as if to say Are you sure about that sweetheart? Everything about him got your heart racing, “In all seriousness, I had a great time listening to your band. You guys are really good. I better get that text message with the details for your next show!”
“Of course, I can't disappoint a fan.”
Fan. At that moment you felt a shift. The train took a hard left causing all the luggage to shake as your mind raced rapidly through every relationship you’d ever had. All your previous affections felt fleeting. Just a way to pass the time with some pleasant company by your side. Hearing him describe you as just another one of his fans flipped a switch in your brain. That’s not what you want from him.
“I’d like to be more than just a fan Eddie,” Brushing the front pieces of your hair behind your ear, you looked him right in the eyes. He’d asked what you were looking for and insisted upon open communication so, just throw it out there! Tell him what you want, “Will you go on a date with me?”
He was quiet for a moment. His body leaned forward again, shortening the distance between you even more. His elbows pressed on the edge of the small table. He tilted his head slightly to the side as a wide grin grew and grew on his lips, “You beat me to it sweetheart. I’ve been trying to work up the nerve to ask you the very same question all morning. Would you do me the honor of going to dinner with me?”
You leaned in. Matching his body language. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you reached over and slowly slipped the lit cigarette from his fingers and pressed it to your lips, inhaling deeply as you watched his eyes pop. Slowly, with an exhale you winked at him, “I’m free tonight big boy.”
Beep!
Before he could respond a car horn filled both your ears. You peeked out the window, “Robin’s here.” You pressed away from the table and went to grab his phone from where he’d set it in the bedroom, “Here. Before I leave, send me those details and make sure you include what time you’ll be picking me up tonight.”
“Demanding this morning aren’t we sweetheart. Need I remind you where that smart mouth of yours landed you last night?”
“Oh I’m well aware sir,” you flipped your hair out as you put your blazer back on and grabbed your bag. You stood behind him. Wrapping your arms around where he still sat in the chair, “And just in case you missed all my hints, let me be perfectly clear. I’d love to end up there again.” You’d gotten so wrapped up in teasing him that you didn’t realize how close you’d gotten to his face.
“Damn your heart is racing!” Suddenly you were silent, lips pressed together tightly. His brow cocked. Eyes shifting as he looked at you from over his shoulder, “What happened sweetheart– cat got your tongue?”
There was a knock on the door, “If you guys are still having sex hurry it up!”
Your neck muscle went slack and hung on his shoulder, “Has she always been this bossy?”
“If I tell you the truth she might murder me,” he reached his hand up towards your face and turned your cheek, bringing your eyes to his. The calloused tips of his fingers against your skin as he maneuvered you to suit his needs. A tightness in your chest halted your breathing as he kissed your lips, “See you tonight.”
“Finally!” Robin started the car after you hurried out to join her, “I expect full details since I was made to wait.”
You shook your head with a laugh, “I thought you expected full details regardless?” As you got in the car, you got a message from an unknown number.
Be ready at 8 o’clock sharp sweetheart. I got your address from Harrington so I’ll see you then. As for our new number one fan’s request, Corroded Coffin will be playing again next Friday night at The Hideout. Our set starts at 9 pm.
His odd formality put a smile on your face. You saved his number and then responded.
I’ll be ready sir. See you then.
She waved you off, “That’s beside the point. So? What happened? We were all like really shocked when the two of you just sort of… left last night.”
“Yeah, sorry about that,” you felt like a lovesick school girl again as you sank into the seat and stared at the roof of her old car, “But Robin! God is it too soon for me to say I think he might be the one? Everything he did was fucking perfect.”
“If the two of you get married I expect to get the credit for setting you up together.”
“I don’t know,” you mused playfully, “You did keep him a secret from me until last night.”
She rolled her eyes at you, “You’re impossible. I told you he was off living the rockstar life. He’s barely been back a week!”
Your mind flashed back to last night. Eddie’s hand around your throat after you made that same expression. Your face flushed. The skin on your neck tingled, remembering the sensation. Unconsciously raising your fingers to graze over the area, “I rolled my eyes at him last night and he choked me.”
“Excuse me,” she yelled!
“I told you he was perfect Robin. He asked me what kinds of things I liked and didn’t like. Before we did anything, we discussed what I should do if I needed him to stop. That was, without a shadow of a doubt, the best sex I’ve ever had!”
“I mean this in the most loving way possible– you’re both freaks,” she smiled at you.
“So you don’t want to hear more then?” an eyebrow cocked at her.
“Let’s not go that far!”
Recounting every horny detail to Robin, got you all the more worked up for tonight. You spent most of the day with Robin, running a few errands before shopping for a cute outfit to wear for your date with Eddie tonight. The rest of the day dragged on as your anticipation for your date with Eddie grew. You wondered where he was going to take you and more importantly what surprises would the evening hold for you afterwards.
At long last, it was nearly 8:00 pm and despite having already had sex with him, you were nervous. Your bratty instincts wanted so badly to take after some of your students and push the boundaries. To test Eddie and see how much you can get away with teasing him. Maybe make him come up here to get you and then be late for dinner. Unfortunately the first date jitters took over and you found yourself waiting patiently outside your apartment building for him to arrive.
The night air was cool and your leather jacket did little to keep out the chill. Thankfully Eddie showed up shortly after that and welcomed you with a warm passenger seat.
“Such a good girl waiting outside for me,” he gripped your thigh tightly as you closed the door, “I hope you weren’t out there long.”
“No sir, only a few minutes.”
“So polite this evening sweetheart. Don’t tell me all it took for the bratty girl I met last night to be put back in her place was one session.” The veins in his one hand flexed as gripped the steering wheel. You failed in resisting the urge to squeeze your legs together.
“Not at all,” you held his thick ringed fingers of the hand that was still resting on your thigh, “I just wanted to show you that I’m also very interested in simply getting to know you. I was a little nervous getting ready if I’m being honest.”
His warm smile set your heart on fire, “I was nervous too. I know this may come as a shock, but I don’t go on many dates.”
You’re pretty sure from his tone that he’s being sarcastic but you do find that shocking, “Well clearly nobody else has eyes or ears because between your voice, your music, your eyes— my poor knees didn’t stand a chance.”
A loud laugh fills the van, “You’re too kind sweetheart.”
He keeps driving while you inspect the old radio, “What were you listening to?” Secretly making predictions based on what you saw in his room. You popped the cassette out and couldn’t stop the giggles, “1984 huh? Were you hot for teacher Eddie?”
“You caught me,” he pulled into the restaurant parking lot, “Let’s get inside. I’m starving!”
Every interaction you’ve had with Eddie so far has been surprisingly comfortable. He is incredibly easy to talk to and you can’t help but let the conversation flow as if you’ve known one another for years. Which of course is proven false as your conversation continues after the waitress walks away.
“So when Robin told me I had to meet her smokin’ hot, kinky teacher friend, she didn’t really tell me much else. How long have you lived in Hawkins? And I gotta ask, why the hell did you choose to take up residence in a shit hole like this?” He leaned in on both elbows, body language bracing to absorb every word you were about to say.
“I moved here about a year ago from the city, and honestly? I chose Hawkins because it was the farthest thing from what I was used to. I needed a change.”
“Looking to try something new sweetheart?” His saccharine tone was so soothing.
Your mind flutters. Considering just how much of the story of why you left you should reasonably share on a first date. You could just lay it all out there and tell him the full truth. That you left after breaking up with your boyfriend due to sexual differences, that nothing felt right after the two of you separated. Or you could just take the safe route and tell him that it was school that prompted you to move. You opted to respond with a shrug, “I found a job in my preferred grade level. It was just a bonus that I got to move as far away as possible.”
The waitress dropped off your appetizer. Eddie popped a bite into his mouth, “How long have you been teaching?”
“Mm, these are good,” you finish your bite and answer, “5 years. Took forever to find a job out of college but I love it. Most days,” you laugh.
“I honestly don’t know how you do it.”
You laughed, “I take it you don’t like kids?”
If he was caught off guard by the question he gave no indication, “Henderson drives me fucking crazy sometimes and he’s a damn adult now. I don’t think I could spend all day with kids. You said you teach 2nd grade right? How old are your students? Do they have teeth?”
Even the waitress chuckled, having overheard his bizarre question as she dropped off your dinner. You had been asked a lot of odd questions about your job but this one was definitely a first. It took a moment for you to regain your composure and stop laughing, “Yes Eddie they have teeth, although this is the time when they are falling out. But they are far more capable at this age than most people seem to think.”
The conversation flowed smoothly as the two of you continued eating. Although you were clearly focused more on each other than your food, “Ok your turn! How long has your band been together?”
“Since middle school if you can believe it. Used to drive my Uncle Wayne crazy with my horrible playing.”
“You lived with your Uncle?”
His head fell, “Yeah. Lived with him until he died of a sudden heart attack a few years ago.” Your face rightfully so quickly turned somber, “Sorry, this is supposed to be fun first date stuff and I’m over here making it sad.”
Your arm reached across the table and held his hand, “I would have loved to meet him. If he raised you I’m sure he was a wonderful man.”
“He was,” he fidgeted trying to get back on topic, “But yeah anyhow, it wasn't until a few years ago that we started to actually get somewhere. Word of mouth does wonders for a reputation. Started getting offers to play outside of Hawkins and it just took off! We just got back in town last week from Michigan.”
“That’s incredible! You’re on the road to living that rockstar life. Your original songs were so good, you wrote them right?”
A hint of blush appeared on his cheeks, “Yeah it’s me. How’d you know?”
“Intuition,” you smiled at him and enjoyed the moments of silence that followed, “When Robin called me yesterday and told me I needed to meet you I’ll be honest I wasn’t sure what to expect.”
His curiosity peaked, “Oh yeah? I can only imagine what she told you.”
Hiding your smile behind your hand, you swallowed your bite of food, “She called you a, and I quote, weird stoner nerd boy who still plays dungeons and dragons.”
His laugh was so genuine you couldn’t help the warmth growing in your chest, “She nailed it! I’m all of the above sweetheart.”
“I’ve always wanted to give that game a try. We should play together sometime.”
“Nothing would bring me more joy than to be your dungeon master,” he leaned in close as he spoke and raised a cocky brow, “in more ways than one.”
“Did we leave any room for dessert?” It wasn’t often that you found yourself ordering dessert on a first date but when the waitress came around again you looked into Eddie’s eyes and found mischief.
He ordered for you, “Can we get that brownie with ice cream? Thanks.”
After she was gone Eddie’s gaze intensified, “Here’s what’s going to happen sweetheart. You were quite the open book last night, spilling all your deep dark fantasies to me. But there’s still a lot I want to know. So we’re going to play a little game, how does that sound?”
“Sounds like fun sir, how does it work?”
“Nothing complicated. If you answer a question you get a bite of dessert.
After an evening of playing nice, the brat resurfaced, “I get to ask you questions too, right sir? A one sided game wouldn’t be very fair now would it?”
“Of course, let’s start shall we? Get a few practice rounds in before the real fun begins. The game is simple, I’ll give you two choices. Since our dessert has both, I want to know which one you are looking forward to more, chocolate or vanilla?”
“Chocolate,” you say without breaking eye contact, “I propose a new rule, no repeat questions. Appetizer or dessert?”
“Dessert always. Movie date or dancing?”
“Would dancing at one of your shows count? Because if yes then definitely dancing,” even in the dim restaurant lighting you watch his pupils dilate. You imagine him picturing what you would look like from his view on stage. Your body swaying and shaking to his music, a drink in your hand, not a care in the world. Consumed body and mind with his lyrics.
“You really had a good time?”
“Yes Eddie! I wasn’t just saying nice things because of how good your dick felt pounding—“
“Here’s your brownie,” the waitress looked like she wanted to get away from your table as fast as possible. Muttering how you should let her know if you needed anything else before practically running away.
Mortified thinking about how much of your previous statement she heard you clear your throat and changed the subject, “Cats or dogs? Now keep in mind there is a correct answer.”
He laughed at your flustered expression, “I assume this will be on the test teach? I never was one for studying. Cats,” his hand lifted the spoon placed alongside the brownie by the kitchen staff, “Here’s where things get interesting sweetheart. Blindfolds or handcuffs?”
Oh. So this is his game, “Handcuffs.”
“Good girl,” he scooped a perfect bite of equal parts warm gooey brownie and cold creamy vanilla and raised it to your lips. Leaning in across the table you opened your mouth, licking your lips before taking the spoon into your mouth. Savoring that first bite before swallowing.
“My turn,” you swiped the spoon from him, “Late night sex or morning sex?”
“Sex is good anytime of day with the right person,” a sentimental glimmer shone in his eye, “Morning.”
Honestly you had been expecting the former, thinking he’d say something cheeky like the freaks come out at night or Are you afraid of the dark?
He took your instance of hesitation and swooped in, grabbing the bite you crafted for him and regaining control of the spoon, “Spanked with a toy or with my hand?”
You felt your brain get stuck on the word my as you tried to not let him see he was winning. The ease with which he assumed of course it would be his hand. Not just any hand. His hand. The smug look in his eyes knowing your response already. Like there wasn’t a chance in hell that you would choose cold leather over, “Your hand.” He knew damn well he didn’t need to respond as he held your prize out to you. Letting your tongue lick every bit of that spoon clean while trying to think of a good question.
“Oh! Giving or receiving oral?”
He smirked, “Excited by that one are we?” You waited for his answer. Holding out the dripping mess that was slowly becoming your brownie. He grabbed your wrist and brought the sweet treat to his mouth. His tongue started lapping greedily at the base of the shining silver still clutched in your hand, where the melting ice cream was dripping. His deep brown eyes locked with yours. Wet clicking noises seemed to echo through the seemingly silent restaurant as the tip of his tongue pressed into the small dip and lifted the sticky brownie up into his mouth. You sat mesmerized, barely aware of your self control disintegrating as he took hold of the now clean spoon with his mouth and pulled it right out of your hand. Sliding it down his lips with a smack.
Finally he spoke, “Giving.” Having left you dizzy, he wasted no time readying his next attack, “Fucking you right here on this table or carrying you to the bathroom and pinning you up against the wall?”
How? How is he already so good at taking what little bits of information you’ve given him and using them to fuel your fire? In barely 24 hours this man has learned your name, what turns you on, and how to make you wetter than your other partners could only dream of.
“Well? I’m waiting sweetheart.”
Despite the sugary sweet coating, your throat felt dry, “Right here. O-on the table.”
He let out a pleased moan, “So good. We didn’t get to any rules last night but here’s your first one. Always answer out loud. Leave no room for doubt, I want to hear you. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir.”
“It’s your turn pretty girl.”
The brownie was nearly gone and so was your composure, “Um, spanking or choking?”
His fingers gripped one another. Flexing tightly as he twisted one of the large silver skulls on his hand, “Choking.”
With his final scoop your game was over, “Last question sweetheart. My bed or my van?”
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it's your party and i'll cry if i want to
(sadist!daddydom!eddie x f!masochist!reader)
warnings: smut, 18+, minors dni. sadism/masochism. established relationship. intense spanking with hands and implements. angst. hurt/comfort. daddy kink, some major daddy dom energy from eddie in this one. lots of fluff at the end. some yearning. mild threats. accidental bratting/all around bad attitude from reader. eddie calls reader a 'bitch' outside of a scene. mentions of being on period. name calling: 'stupid' 'bad girl', pet names 'baby, angel, honey, etc'. mild exhibitionism (continuing a scene when someone walks in), YES there is aftercare/communication.
anything i might've forgot, i'll add later. i'm sorry!
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Eddie checked his watch for the third time with an annoyed grunt, elongated and growing in volume as he saw the time.
10:45.
And that would be fine -- that is, if he hadn't asked you to be at his trailer by 10:00 AM.
And being this late would have also been fine if you had called him to let him know you were running late -- like you were supposed to. It was one of the rules he gave you that was the most important to him. Not that he needed to know where you were at all times, he was just always quick to jump to the worst case scenario. 'Oh, she's late? She died. She definitely died. She's bleeding out somewhere alone.'
It didn't help that Eddie's van was in the shop getting fixed up. Sure he could've done it himself but the guys wanted to do something nice for him after all the extra shifts he'd been taking. So lately, he'd been relying on you to get anywhere that wasn't his job.
He hates how you drive, it's the only thing he doesn't like about you.
A few more minutes pass and he hears the familiar crunch of tires over dried leaves, the sharp blaring of your car horn beeping to let him know you were there.
You never do that. You always get out and knock to say good morning, to give him a kiss, to tell him how cute he looks in his outfit. Eddie frowns and opens the screen door, patting his pockets to check for his wallet and keys before closing the main door behind him. He sees you in the driver's seat and can tell you're in a mood so he swallows whatever venom he had collecting on his tongue.
"Morning, sweet thing," he says softly, opening the passenger's side door, "You okay?"
You take the keys out of the ignition and toss them on the seat toward him, "I know you're gonna ask to drive so, here."
You huff when you unclick your seatbelt and get out of the car, grumbling something under your breath that Eddie can't quite make out. He has half a mind to catch you by the chin and ask you to speak up but he shakes out the thought -- he punished you last week, he didn't need to punish you again. At least not yet.
Eddie gets in the driver's seat while you ease into the passengers seat, putting your seatbelt on before he can ask you to. Even though he never wears a seatbelt, so you don't understand his incessant need to make sure you're wearing one.
After he pulls out of the park and onto the road, Eddie settles into the seat catching glances at you when he can.
"Why didn't you call?" he asked, he tried to keep it as light as possible.
"Woke up late, slipped my mind," you shrugged, looking out the window at the orange and bright red leaves.
"I know it might've been a rough morning but you're supposed to call, baby," he turns his head to you, putting a hand on your knee, "I don't appreciate being left in the dark, you know that."
"It's really not a big deal," you mumble, moving your knee out of his hand and keeping your gaze on the Indiana foliage.
"Okay..." he says to himself, putting the spare hand back on the wheel to meet the other.
The first stop on your day of errands before movie night at Eddie's trailer was to the shop so he could check out the van. He didn't mean to be such a stickler about it, but that really was his baby. You stayed in the car while he went in, watching him look back at you with a little wave before he got in the shop.
When he got back, your mood hadn't subsided. He took a deep breath when he opened the door and you greeted him with a "What did you take the whole thing apart and put it back together? That took forever."
"Sorry, babe, they just had a lot to run down with me," he explained apologetically, "Didn't mean to take so long."
"It's really gonna be so nice when it's done though, they redid the carpeting in the back and everything," he tittered, knee bouncing with excitement -- only to have his smile fall when you mumbled a quiet 'yeah whatever' to the window.
Next was the grocery store for snacks and food for the party. You both stepped through the automatic doors in tandem, the scent of cinnamon hitting your noses hard as they had already switched over the Halloween displays for Christmas displays.
"It's October 24th," Eddie laughed, "Are they kidding?"
You just look at the display and then at the aisles ahead of you, walking towards the candy and cookies aisle where you know he'd be headed first anyway.
Eddie shakes it off, something had to be wrong. Maybe you just weren't ready to talk about it yet. You do like having your space, afterall. He catches up next to you, offering his hand for you to hold it and then dropping it to his thigh when you shove your hands into your pockets of your jacket.
He swallows a lump building in his throat. Was it something I said? he thinks to himself.
You get to the junk food aisle, scanning the shelves together and he speaks again, "Thinking about going for a red theme -- I'm thinking vampire movies, stuff that gives off bloody and disgusting. Y'know? Stuff like that."
"Get whatever you want Ed, I literally don't care," you say breathily, defeat and annoyance dripping over the words. His whole body turns to you, less offended and angry, more hurt than anything else. You never just dismiss him like that.
"Hey, hey," he says, soft but surprised. He presses you into the bags of chips puffing past the shelving unit, taking your face gently in his hands, "What's goin' on with you, hm? Did I do something? Are you mad at me?"
"No, Ed," you try to pull your face out of his hands and move but he replaces them on your cheeks swiftly. Your cheeks are hot to the touch -- maybe you're sick?
"Are you tired? Hungry?" Ed pleaded, eyes searching for a glimmer of a happier you in your eyes. You were acting a little hangry, you always were so huffy when you didn't eat enough. He guessed maybe you didn't eat breakfast since you woke up so late -- that had to be it.
"Want me to grab you something here? Or I can grab you something at a drive-thru. Is that what you want?" he's practically begging for you to smile, desperate to see you nod and say sorry -- you're just hungry, you're just tired, you just need a kiss. God, he hadn't even gotten to kiss you yet today.
"Oh my god, Ed, stop -- I'm fine. You're being annoying," you half-whine while pushing past him, "Just get what you need to get so we can go, please."
Ed heaves a big sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose before closing his hand into a fist and leaning his forehead on it. You're in public, don't react the way you want to react right now. You just punished her a few days ago, keep your cool.
He opens his eyes and reaches for your keys attatched to his chain, deatching them and tossing them to you.
"Why don't you go wait for me in the car, okay? I won't be long in here," he offers. Maybe you just didn't feel like running errands, maybe you didn't want to go to the grocery store. You had told him once that the lights gave you a headache.
The late October air bites your cheeks when you step outside, savoring the heat in the car when you start it. Some time later, Eddie comes out, gocery bags in his hands that make him look like a Libra scale.
He knocks on the window, "Hey angel, can I get those keys for the trunk?"
You roll down the window just a crack and pass them through, satisfied by the exhausted sigh he lets out when you do it. His patience was starting to wear a little thin. Even more so when you kept changing the radio station so often that he just told you to shut it off and keep it off.
The next and most obvious stop was to Family Video to pick up the tapes for tonight. Eddie stopped for a second to talk to Steve at the counter, keeping his eye on you while you walked through the aisles and shelves of tapes. Robin came out of the back, so pleased to see you — Eddie watched your whole demeanor change. Smiley, happy, reaching out to hug her — toying with her new bracelet, giggling. His jaw clenched.
“You okay?” Steve asks, tapping his arm, “You look like you’re gonna kick Rob's ass.”
Eddie shakes his head to wash the attitude out of his face, “She’s just — she’s been in a mood all day. And all of a sudden Robin makes her happy? I mean, come on.”
“Ladies, am I right?” Steve rolls his eyes and looks over his shoulder at you and Robin. You’re reaching up to grab a case for Misery to read the back, your pinafore riding up and up while you reach. Eddie knows your body, the curve of your ass just hidden by the hem clinging to the fat just under it.
“Let me get it,” Eddie calls over before you put on a show for Family Video. His voice is sharp, making you freeze in place at first. Sinking slowly back onto your feet, you toss him a scowl while crossing your arms.
“I don’t want it anymore, it’s fine,” you mutter, disappearing behind another shelf. Eddie rolls his eyes with a huff, gesturing to you to Steve silently saying ‘See what I mean.’
"Someone's moody," Steve teases loud enough for you to hear.
"Oh my God," they hear you groan, hidden in the aisles.
"Guys, leave her alone," Robin chides, grabbing a box of rewound tapes off the counter, "Everyone's allowed a bad day, y'know?"
"I'm literally here," you snap, stomping out of the aisles, "Can you guys stop talking about me like I'm not here? For fuck's sake. "
"Hey," Eddie warns, his hand falling down on the counter. You close your eyes and let your breath out through your nose.
"Sorry, Rob," you frown, shoulders sulking. Robin shakes her head, making a face to imply that you didn't need to apologize, pulling you into a hug. You know what you're doing by not apologizing to Eddie or Steve, but you can't find yourself to care about the consequences.
Ed takes you by the hand to grab the movies for tonight, shielded by the sterile aisles and the smell of plastic. You hear Robin and Steve talk amongst themselves, the jingle of the bell as customers file in and out.
"Ah, the horror section," you mumble, completely deadpanned, "Never been here before."
Eddie stiffens, he doesn't feel bad anymore. Now he's angry. Now he thinks you're doing it on purpose.
"You wanna get whupped when we get home?" he asks sternly, "Keep it up."
He hopes the threat doesn't fall on deaf ears, but you aren't listening. You just cross your arms and burn holes into the back of his curly head while he picks two movies and tucks them under his leather clad arm.
He smiles at you when he turns around, squishing your cheeks between his finger and thumb, "Y'know, sucks that you have to be so mean 'cause you are awfully cute when you're in a little mood." He can play your game, too.
Ugh, fuck him. You roll your eyes and pull your chin out of his hand, you're like a woman posessed. This bad mood swarming through your body like sludge in your blood stream. You want to be happy, you want to be excited for movie night -- but you're just not. You wanna rip your skin off and scream in the aisles of Family Video. You wanna cause a scene.
At check out, the door opens and a hard gust of cold wind blows through the entry way. It wraps around your bare thighs and knee high socked calves -- you catch a little chill, a small shiver running through your shoulders.
"It's startin'a get too cold to wear these little dresses, baby," Eddie chastises while Steve scans the tapes and enters his employee number into the computer, "You're gonna get the flu."
"The flu's a virus, you can't get it from being cold," you huff, drumming your fingers on the counter. Eddie bites his tongue in his mouth, exchanging a look with Steve while he passes the money for the rentals over to him.
"Learn something new every day, don't we Harrington?" he asks, trying to keep you from bubbling over in front of your friends.
"That's basic high school biology Ed," you snap, venom stinging on your tongue, "No wonder it took you three fucking years to graduate."
"Woah, woah!" Steve's brow furrows, shaking his head, "Yellow flag. Not cool." Of course, a sports reference.
"It's fine," Eddie says quietly, his eyes cast downward, "We'll see you guys later."
He grabs the tapes with one hand and your sweatered bicep in the other, wrenching you out of the store to the car. He tosses the tapes in the back seat, peeling out of the parking lot with a screech.
You're silent on the road, not even the radio on to soften the tension, both fuming -- buzzing with anger. Eddie reaches for the cigarette tucked in his ear, hiding behind his long messy curls. It sits between his full lips, dangling while he searches for his lighter. You hear the flick and wait for him to take the first inhale, your teeth grind together so hard you swear he can hear it. Time, and time, and time again you had told him --
"Jesus Christ. Not in my fucking car, Ed."
You pluck the cigarette out of his mouth and toss it out the crack in your window.
Eddie slams on the breaks and you both jostle forward at the impact, the squeal of the tires echoing through the empty road. He turns to you with wild eyes, incredulous, "Are you on the fucking rag or something?!"
You don't respond, instead you cross your arms tighter around your chest and look out the window. You avoid his angry look, your heart pounding, knowing his is too.
"We're going home," he mutters, pulling a u-turn and heading toward the backroads that lead to the trailer park.
"No, no, you still wanted to stop at Melvald's for paper plates, and decorations," you offer quietly.
"Well maybe if you'd been such a bitch, I would've gotten to run all my errands," he explains, frustration bubbling in his chest. He swallows the lump building in his throat again. He didn't mean to call you a bitch, he's never called you that outside of play. But fuck did you have to bring up how hard it was for him to graduate?
"We can still," your voice lilts, going up an octave, "It doesn't have to be ruined."
"We are going home," he says with finality, eyes glued to the road. You can beg with your soft voice all you want, he's had enough today.
The both of you continue the ride back to Eddie's trailer in silence, just his and your shuddering breaths breaking through every now and again. You knew what you were in for when you got in the door, and part of you knew you deserved it -- but another part thought maybe, if you were sweet enough, he'd change his mind.
He pulls in with a quick turn, tires skidding in the dead grass wet with frost. You roll up your window and open the door, watching as Eddie reaches back to get the tapes out of the back. You step lightly to the trunk, waiting for him to come around with the key so you can bring in the groceries.
"Oh, you wanna be helpful now?" his voice is bitter, "You're a brat all day and now that you're in trouble you wanna be nice?"
You pout, just a little. Watching his hands as he unlocks the trunk and it eases open. As you reach for the grocery bags he swats them away, "I got it."
"Fine," you sneer, marching toward the door, "You got it."
"Oh-ho-ho, you just wait darlin'," he smiles while he slams the trunk closed, but it's the smile he does when he can't contain himself. When his hands are vibrating. When he wants to yell but can only laugh. Bar fights at The Hideout, blow out arguments with Wayne, when the gas station clerk calls him a freak.
Now it was you.
He walks past you, groceries and tapes in hand, fishing out his keys to open the door -- the door squeaking open. The sound of it mocks you because you know what's to come when it clicks closed.
Eddie puts the bags down on the table in the kitchenette, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it on one of the chairs. You stand by the closed door, the leather of the belt hanging next to the door frame taunting you.
Eddie takes his time to put the groceries away, leaving out the chips and other snacks he picked up. He'd put them in bowls later for the set up. Fuck. He does have bowls or paper plates -- you didn't go to the store.
You watch him go to the phone on the wall in the kitchen, dialing without looking -- you can hear Steve's cheery voice on the other end.
"What's up, Ed?"
"How did you know it was me?"
"You're the only person who calls me on my car phone."
"Okay, whatever. Sorry to ask this, but we didn't get a chance to go to Melvald's. Would you be able to pick some stuff up for me?" he asks while keeping eye contact with you. Now you feel bad. Eddie liked hosting movie night, he liked putting up decorations and making it feel like a party. It was something he looked forward to every month when it was his turn and his were always so fun that everyone ended up sleeping over. Now it felt ruined because you just couldn't stop. You couldn't let him have his day.
Eddie says his thank you's when he's done asking for Steve's help and hangs up the phone. He motions you over when he takes the few steps into the living room, sitting on the couch with a groan. You follow solemnly, standing across the room from him.
"Didn't I just have to punish you last week?" he asks while inching forward on the cushions, legs spread wide in front of him, "I mean, jesus baby girl, you're really just askin' to get whupped these days."
Daddy's home. Eddie always ended up adopting a mix of his co-worker's Hoosier accent and Wayne's slight southern drawl when he stepped into that role. Always coming out when maybe you needed to really learn a lesson. Whenever the brat came out to play without him asking for it.
It was your least favorite game -- not because you didn't like it necessarily, but Eddie relied heavily on making sure you were embarrassed. He wasn't mean. He was mocking. He liked how it made you feel, he liked how you turned red when he called you his baby. How your stomach turned when he put you over his lap. So rudimentary, but deeply effective. Somehow, getting spanked by his hand like this hurt more than anything else.
"C'mere," he says, waving you forward, "Come to daddy."
Your heart sinks and flutters simultaneously -- suddenly it's unbearibly hot in his trailer despite the light frost on the ground outside and your bare knees under your corduroy pinafore.
"Ed...c'mon, people are coming over," you say quietly, toying with the hem of your dress, "Can't you punish me later?"
"After you ran that mouth all day? After you showed up here late this mornin' and didn't even call? You broke all my rules," he scolded, "Get over my lap, sweet thing, gotta teach you."
"Please," you whisper, your glassy eyes meeting his, "I'll be good the rest of the night, I promise."
"That gives you way too much leeway. You'll start thinkin' you can get away with everything. You know what they say: spare the rod, spoil the child," he shrugs, "And you're so spoiled as it is. Aren’t you, baby?"
You nod, shifting your weight on your feet. Your skin crawls at the lilt in his voice; you can feel him getting impatient with you.
"So why doesn’t my spoiled little thing come over here and take her punishment, hm?"
You know if you don’t go over there, he’ll make you. His demeanor is so different when he’s like this, so sweet — cooing at you, gentleness even when he’s talking down to you. A soothing balm to help make you feel small, stupid, and needy. Like you can’t do anything without his guidance. He plucks at your emotional set backs as nimbly and expertly as he does his guitar.
“No, I think that’s too hard for you, baby. I'll figure it out.”
“Was that too difficult for you to understand? Why don't we try again.”
“I think you need a break, why don't you let Daddy take care of everything?"
"Let daddy do it for you. You need to learn when to ask for help when you need it."
"We can talk about it when you're not acting like such a little brat, okay?"
You inch over and slide over his lap and even though you know it’ll hurt, it’s so comfortable to let go for him. To let him teach you a lesson. To let it out on the couch cushions in the form of fat tears and whines and screams. Kicking your legs and squirming.
“There’s my good girl,” he murmurs while you get situation on top of him. eddie let’s a warm hand slide over your thigh before pushing your dress up over your hips to your waist, "Knew she was still in there."
Ed takes a moment to admire the softened bruises on your ass when he gathers your panties at the base of it, finally in their last stage of healing from last week's play time. Maybe he could afford to go harder than he expected. Excellent news for him, awful news for you.
“You don’t have to count out loud to me today, angel. Don't think you can count that high,” he teases, calloused hand smoothing over your ass before coming down hard over it with a loud smack ringing in the living room of the trailer.
“Ah-ow!” you yelp, his over the knee spankings just hurt a little bit more than anything else. Maybe it was the embarrassment of the position, the way he played with your mind a little before hand. Something about the crack of his palm against you when you felt dizzy like this was a different type of pain.
What a shame that you loved it so much.
“You know you deserve this, baby,” he says softly, “I don’t like to punish you, but I gotta keep you in line. You really embarrassed me today.”
“M'sorry, daddy,” you frown into the couch, hips jumping at the next strike. A warm little buzz forming on your backside while he continues.
"Are you?" he asks, his hand smacking especially hard against the swell of your ass. The first choke of a sob escapes your chest and he hums with satisfaction, "You don't sound sorry."
"I think daddy's gonna make you very sorry, though," he threats. Eddie takes his time switches his rings over to the hand he's using to spank you, knowing it just adds injury to even more injury. He smiles to himself when you squirm at the feeling of the metal skating across your warm skin.
"Don't like that?" he asks. You shake your head no and he 'tsks' above you, letting his fingers slide between your legs, "You sure?"
"Mmm," is all you can reply, feeling hazy and spacey under his touch. Your stomach tightens at his finger tips grazing your folds, presing slightly to get between them, a pool of slick welcoming them immediately.
"I think you do like that," he whispers headily. Eddie takes his fingers away, eliciting a wanting whimper from you, his chuckle was daunting.
His hand smacks upward and downward on one cheek, then the other, in a consistent rhythm. One, two, three, four, one, two, three four. Hard, sweeping spanks making a bloom of color spread over your skin more and more as he went. He does this for who knows how many minutes, as many as it takes for your legs to start kicking. For the color in your skin to fall to an angry crimson.
"Here we go with the dramatics," Eddie tutts, catching your ankles with his free hand, "What might happen if you don't stay still?"
You rack your brain and he isn't patient, raining down smacks in quick succession on your left butt cheek and then your right. The skin burning underneath his hand.
It comes to you hazily, what he says over and over again when you move around too much -- too many spots that could cause damage if he hits them instead, "I could get hurt," you whine out.
"Good girl," he coos, "Look at you, trying your best to remember -- my stupid little thing."
You can't help but pout at the dig, pouting more when his hand starts up their symphony again.
"Daddy, please," you cry, your hand reaching out to cover your ass, "Please no more."
"Excuse me," he hisses, spare hand now coming up to press your wrist against your back, "You earned this. Be a big girl and take it."
Your face burns when he admonishes you, embarrassment washing over your body. You can't help but struggle against him but he pulls you tight in place, steadying you before he starts again, "Behave."
You can feel Eddie's erection building against your hip, your mouth filling with spit at the thought of it. Maybe he'll fuck you if you just let him get through this part, he usually does. You're still playing afterall, this is just punishment -- you earned this.
Eddie continues, grunting with each stinging hit, as much force as he can into it. His tongue swells in his mouth when it watches the fat of your hips and ass bounce back at his assault. This was a show exclusively for him, the best part about impact play. You know, outside of the crying, and whimpering, and your shining wet pussy between your legs. And the power, fuck. Don't even get him started on the high of all that power and control.
Tears are streaming down your face, mixing with the strings of snot oozing from your nose. You look a mess, just like he wanted and just like he knew you would.
His smacks slow down to one every few seconds, like the end of a popcorn bag in the microwave, before smoothing his hand over your vibrating flesh.
"That was a good warm up, huh?" he asks. Your face pales.
"Wh-what?" you sob out, looking back at him. He smiles, his wolfish 'Master' smile, devilish.
"That was a good warm up, wasn't it angel?" he coos, nails softly grazing your thighs, making you hiss.
"Warm up?" you ask, eyes shining and round. He maneuvers you off his lap, steadying you while your jellied legs find some footing.
"You thought you were gettin' off that easy?" he asks, in that same soft voice, "That's cute."
You pout but it doesn't help, he pushes back on the couch and crosses his legs. Eddie's looking up at you but it still feels like he's looking down.
"Go get the paddle, baby," he instructs, "You know which one."
You swallow hard, shoulders shaking, "But why?"
"Because I said so," he says it like you're stupid. You feel stupid. You feel small.
You trudge to the bedroom and back to the livingroom with the paddle in hand: wooden and carved with holes. Beyond pain on it's own, extra painful with a warm up.
You reluctantly pass it to him and feel sick at how fucking hot it looks in his hand. With a sniffle and bite of your lower lip, you lay back down across his lap, bending at the waist, your toes meeting the floor in your socked feet.
He adjusts your underwear, pulling them back up to cover you, the elastic scratching uncomfortably on you, "How about we keep these on for this part? Does that sound good?"
"Yes," you shudder out, even though it doesn't make a difference. The cotton is so thin.
"What do you say?" he asks, sliding the paddle across your thighs.
"Thank you, daddy," you mumble into the cushion.
"What was that?" he asks, "Gotta speak up."
You know he heard you, he just wants to hear you say it again.
"Thank you, daddy," you say more clearly.
"Still can't hear you," it comes out like a song and the paddle comes sound with a loud SMACK across your thighs.
"THANK YOU, DADDY," you cry out, tears springing from your eyes. The air gets trapped in your throat, sputtering while you try to steady your breath. He gives you a moment to collect yourself, extra careful to check if you're too far gone to know how to tell him to stop.
"We're gonna do twenty, okay?" he asks, "Think you can do that?"
"Yes, sir," you sniffle out, head hanging.
"Twenty's good right?" he asks, you nod, "How come?"
"S'what I d-deserve," you say to him without thinking, fully obedient now.
"Smart girl," he coos, placing the paddle next to him so he can slide a finger into your panties, "Very smart girl."
"P-please," you whisper into the couch cushion, you pray he doesn't hear it but you also wish he would. You hear his pleased hum when his finger tip meets your soaked opening again, pushing further into you. He pumps it into you lazily, enough to watch your hips writhe in time against him -- but it's just not enough.
You know better than to ask for more, not letting more than a disappointed whimper out of your mouth when he takes it away.
“Maybe later, yeah?” he asks, voice mocking your wanton whines, “If you’re a good girl?”
You simply nod, bracing yourself when you hear him pick up the paddle again. Down it comes without warning, knocking the wind out of you once again. The pain shoots down your legs and up your back in in a shivering sting. You cry loudly, blubbering inconsolably into your forearms resting on the couch. This is what he wanted to hear. Thank god the windows were closed.
"Want you to think about this --" He grunts when he brings the paddle down again, "-- when you think about running that mouth to me."
He waits for the pain to almost stop reverberating in your body to bring down the next blow. Eddie never let you take a full breath between blows when you needed to learn something.
"When your in one of these moods you--" the next strike of the paddle elicits a near scream out of you, racked with tears, "-- talk to me about it before you start gettin' mean. You hear me?"
"Y-yes-s-s-s," you sob.
"Are you sorry?" he asks, the next strike is over your thighs.
"I'm sorry!" you yelp before falling back into shuddering cries, "So so sorry, I'm sorry."
He continues on without reprieve: 6, 9, 12, 14 -- or was it 13? -- you're not even counting -- you're not sure if you can count at this point. Your eyes have gone glassy, you're crying so hard that you're drooling.
The sound of a knock at the door takes you out of your haze for a moment but you don't feel Eddie's body tense, he just calls out, "It's open!"
You hear the door open and immediately reach for the hem of your dress to push it down, but Eddie's mean laugh and swat of his hand puts you back in place.
"Hey, they didn't have pumpkin paper plates but they had ghosts and I thought maybe that would be f-- oh," Steve stops with the plates in his hand, looking you both over, eyes lingering briefly on your reddened ass and thighs.
"Sorry to interrupt."
"You're fine," Eddie rolls his eyes, "You can put it all on the counter. Thanks so much, man. Let me know what I owe you."
Steve shakes his head with a little laugh, leaving the bags on the counter full of plates, napkins, and decorations. Listening to you whimper in the other room.
Steve had been plenty privy to whatever you and Ed were getting up to. All of the older group was. The first time you showed up to a group hang with bruises was when you both had to come clean immediately -- there were hardly any secrets between the five of you anyway.
Plus, Steve liked learning new things.
Eddie doesn't mind the audience, bringing the paddle down again with new vigor. You try desperate to hold in the cry in your chest but it breaks when he speaks to you.
"What baby, you embarrassed?" Eddie coos, "You didn't have a problem embarrassing me in front of Steve earlier. Just returning the favor."
"You wanna tell him why you're gettin' punished?" he asks, one hand smoothing over your back while the other brings the paddle down again. You shake your head no, embarrassment washing over you in heavy waves knowing Steve is watching you get punished like a school girl.
"I think you should," Eddie continues, "Think it'll help the lesson sink in."
You know you don't have a choice, so you lift your head up mumbling weakly, "Because I was a bad girl."
"Little louder so Steve can hear," he encourages.
"Because I was a bad girl," you repeat. Your face was fuming with a deep blush.
"There we go," Eddie soothes to you quietly, "I think you had enough, sweet thing. Why don't you go wait for me in our room?"
You swallow, ignoring the shooting pain in your backside while you scramble off his lap and down into the hall to the bedroom.
Eddie turns towards Steve while you scurry away, "At least she's self aware."
"At least." Steve agrees, cheeks reddening, "Look I gotta go pick up Elaine, her sister took the car so she can't get over here. I'll probably be around when everyone else shows up though."
"So she's finally her real name and not just 'some girl'?" Ed asks, surprised.
Steve blushes, "Yeah I think she's gonna stick around for a while. She's been um -- really receptive to some new stuff we've been tryin' out."
"Well you're learning from the best, so," Eddie cockily meets his cheek to his shoulder.
"Pfft, okay," Steve rolls his eyes while he walks toward the door, swinging his keys on his fingers, "See you in a little."
Eddie watches him leave, stretching on the couch before getting up and walking slowly over to the bedroom. He slowly opens the door, listening for anything beyond your regular cry or whimper.
"Baby?" he asks, his voice back to normal. There you are on his bed, already in a pair of his sweat pants and a t-shirt. Your pinafore and sweater and socks folded neatly on the end of the mattress. Your makeup stianed face wiped clean with the cold cream and clean face cloths you kept on his dresser.
"Oh, baby," he frowned, "You look so sad."
"I'm sorry," you said, your shoulders curving inward in a sulk, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to take everything out on you today."
"I know," Eddie shuts the door behind him, just in case anyone showed up earlier than expected. He walked over to the bed, barely getting onto it all the way before you found your way onto his lap. Your tear stained face in his neck.
"Do you feel better?" he asked, rubbing circles onto your back and pressing a kiss onto your shoulder. You nod against him.
"I'm sorry," you repeat.
"It's okay," he coos, "I'm sorry, too."
You lean back to look at him and he looks at you with a smile, his big doe eyes warm and crinkling at the ends.
“I love you,” his voice is cozy. Medicine for you bad mood.
“I love you, too,” you respond, leaning in slow while you rest a hand in his cheek. Your lips find home against his and you hear him sigh with relief into it. He deeply reciprocates, mouth desperately meeting yours, hands resting softly in your hair.
“Haven’t gotten to kiss you all day,” he whispers. His next kiss is feverish and needy, pulling you close to him, pressed against his chest.
“I know, I’m sorry. I wanted to, I just…I don’t know,” you explained between breaths.
“S’okay,” he says, leaning back a bit to look in your eyes, “Can we talk about that?”
“Yeah,” you nod, sitting further back on his thighs.
“When we play, or when you make me upset, or if I’m feeling sad or angry - I don’t ignore you, right? I don’t deny you what you want or need unless it’s part of a scene? And even then you can always ask to stop?” he looks hurt when he asks, his hand finding your thigh, giving it a little squeeze.
“No, you always listen. You always communicate,” you say.
“So you have to offer me the same kindness, baby,” he strokes your cheek, “You really hurt my feelings today."
Your eyes water, chest aching, "I know, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up high school or -- or act like I didn't care about t-tonight, or your c-car. I do care."
"Shh, shh, shh, I know. I know," he soothes, "But when something's bothering you, even if you don't know what it is -- I need you to communicate that to me. So I can try to help."
This isn't the first time you've had to have this conversation and he can see the defeat in your face.
"We're both learning," he says, pressing a peck to your lips and then your forehead, "We'll do it together."
You nod, resting into his soft hands that have now found your cheeks again.
"And I'm sorry I called you a bitch in the car," Eddie says and you know he means it, "I'll never call you that again."
"I mean, you will," you giggle softly. He melts at the sound.
"I will, but in a different context," he giggles with you, another kiss to your lips, "In the way that you like."
You match his posture, putting your hands on his face, pulling him close to you. Another kiss, slow and sensual, pillowy lips capturing eachother's with anticipation for whatever might come later. Clicks of spit exchanging and tongues dancing floating through the room like music -- their own language.
"I love you," he whispers, his forehead pressed against yours.
"I love you, I love you, I love you," he repeats. He needs you to know after scenes like that, where you're more vulnerable than normal. A real punishment that might make you forget.
At the same right, he needs you to say it back -- and when you do, he sees stars.
"Let me get you patched up, yeah?" he asks. You nod, laying down on the mattress to let him comfort you after such an assault. Feeling much better now that you had a sore ass and a good talk.
After the normal routine of aloe gel and a massage, you let Eddie get the trailer together for movie night while you took a break in the bedroom. Sometimes you needed a little time alone after a scene before you had to go be around people. Plus, he liked decorating by himself.
You can hear people start trickling in: Steve and his lady, Dustin, Robin, Mike, Nancy, their voices tittering their hellos while the screen door swings. You make your way out, padding down the hall in your socks.
"Hi," you croak out, your voice still scratcy from earlier. Eddie comes over to re-welcome you to the real world, leaving a kiss on your cheek.
Dustin looks at you quizically, "Are you okay? You look sad for movie night."
You shrug, about to speak when Eddie butts in, "She'll be alright, Henderson. She just got in a nasty fight with her dad."
You hear Steve snort in the kitchen and roll your eyes before you smile back at Dustin, "I'm okay, thank you for asking."
Eddie fixes you a plate of snacks while you fix him one. Somehow you still haven't realized that you should just get them for yourselves, but there's something sweet about the neutral need to always be caring for each other.
"More sour straws, you're lacking here Munson," you say at the exchange of plates.
"So true," he agrees, turning back around. The rest of the crew walks in, Lucas making a joke that Steve laughs at -- another snort coming out of his nose.
"You sound like a pig Steve," his flavor of the month Elaine laughs.
You watch him smile at her, his eyes a little hard, and subtly reach for her chin. He leans in like he's about to kiss her, but before he does he offers a stern, "Watch your mouth."
Her face blooms with heat when their lips meet and you nudge Eddie in the arm, "What're you teaching him, Ed? He's a nice boy."
Eddie tosses you a sly smirk, "He's not as nice as he looks. I promise."
You take your plate from him, sour straws at the right amount, and take your place on the couch. He plops down next to you while everyone gathers in the living room around the TV.
"Day of the Dead, y'all. Let's get into it," Eddie says. He lifts the remote and presses play, turning out the lights at the switch behind your head. His hand falls to your opposite shoulder, rubbing it absentmindedly while the movie begins.
Your eyes meet breifly in the glow of the TV. He offers you a wink before spreading his lips into his regular award winning smile.
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EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI
perv!mean!Hopper, dom!Steve, soft!dom!Eddie x sub!Reader
Includes: MFM relationship, Hopper is a dirty cop/really sleazy human, oral sex, anal sex, guilt/shame/angst, blood mention, surgery mention, abuse of power, vomit, fingering, praise kink, piss, deepthroating, cockwarming, masturbation, swallowing, unprotected vaginal sex, pregnancy, shame, lies, secrets, squirting, and bubble bath sex… 🫨
PART ONE
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• Our story begins in Chief Hopper’s Blazer, parked somewhere secluded in the woods of Hawkins •
“You got somethin’ to say kid-,” Hopper sighed, irritated. “Just fuckin’ say it.”
He was in a bad mood today…impatient. And honestly, it was the last thing you needed. “Why’re you so quiet anyway?” he asked, his hand sliding between your thighs. “Usually by now, you’d have this sweet little cunt in my fa-.” Hopper stopped speaking when he realized you were wearing underwear.
“The hell is this?” he asked. “You know my rules. No fuckin’ panties when you’re with me.” Hopper cursed, stamping out his burned-down cigarette. “You on the rag or somethin?” he asked, adding “I told you, it doesn’t fuckin’ bother me. There’s towels in the back, and besides-.” Hopper squeezed your thigh, a wry grin on his lips. “-I like it when you make a mess…”
You met his eyes, his deep blue gaze almost sinister with hunger. It would be difficult to say no to Hopper, even with the information you’d been wrestling with since morning.
“Jim,” you began, and he looked at you strangely, since you rarely ever addressed him by anything other than ‘Chief.’
“Yeah?” he asked flatly.
Your heart was racing a mile a minute, as you recalled the way your morning had started…nausea roiling in your stomach on the way to the bathroom from bed, vomit spraying the toilet bowl, and the piece of plastic you’d held between trembling hands, watching as two bold lines of color bloomed in the result area of the test…
“I’m pregnant,” you murmured softly. Hopper stared at you for a moment, before bursting out laughing. “Christ!” he exclaimed, his eyes crinkled in amusement. “How about that?” You watched Hopper light his cigarette, stunned silent by his reaction. “You told him yet?”
“Have I told who?” you asked. Hopper frowned back at you, confused but still smirking. “Your loser boyfriend,” he clarified, snapping his lighter closed. “You told The Freak he’s about to be somebody’s daddy?” Hopper chuckled again at his own words, finding the idea of Eddie being a father hilarious.
The shock you were feeling began to morph into anger. “What if it’s yours?” you asked, a bitter lump rising in your throat. Hopper’s laughter died quickly, his eyes going dark. “It’s not,” he retorted coldly, shifting in his seat to face the road, and not you.
“How do you know?” you asked, and he quickly (almost defensively) replied “because it’s not.” Hopper blew a cloud of smoke at the dashboard, resting his elbow against the driver’s side door. “Can’t be. I had the surgery-.” Hopper made a snipping motion with his fingers. “-Vasectomy. The kid’s not mine…”
You had no reason to believe him. Hopper could see the doubt in your eyes, so he chose to elaborate. “Had it done years ago. After my daughter, uh…” Hopper paused, his voice wavering. “…after my kid died. I decided I never wanted to go through that kind of…” He sniffed, clearing his throat. “…loss, again. So-.” Hopper shook his head slightly, as if shaking away a bad memory. “-I got fixed. Can’t lose a kid I can’t have in the first place, y’know?”
You wanted to believe Hopper. It would relieve at least some of your anxiety, but not all of it. You still wouldn’t be sure whether the baby was Eddie or Steve’s; but at least the affair you were having with Hopper could remain hidden, if the baby couldn’t be his…
“Besides,” Hopper said, interrupting your thoughts. “Can’t risk knocking up a girl like you, right?”
His question caught you off guard. “Like me?” you asked.
“Yeah,” Hopper replied. “One of my girls.”
Your lips parted, a weight sinking in your chest. Hopper’s smile took on a cruel affect.
“Oh?” he teased. “You thought you were the only girl I screw around with out here?” He waved his hand to the window, indicating the forest around you. “Trust me sweetheart,” Hopper continued, taking another drag of his cigarette. “You aren’t the only pretty girl in Hawkins with a boyfriend she wants to keep out of jail...”
His callous attitude was breaking your heart. You felt like a complete idiot for giving so much of yourself to Hopper, far more than your body alone. You’d felt safe with him, for some ungodly reason you couldn’t identify now. Regardless of how good Hopper was at fucking you, the reality of his monstrous character was finally, truly sinking in.
Hopper noticed the look of sorrow that had washed over you, and it annoyed him. “Now let’s get one thing straight,” he told you, leaning closer. “I still own this-.” Hopper slid his hand further between your thighs till he was cupping your pussy, squeezing it so hard you winced. “I still own you,” he added, his tone harsh. “And unless you want Eddie to miss the birth of his kid ‘cause he’s rotting in a jail cell-.” Hopper ripped the crotch of your panties aside and forced two fingers inside you. “-Nothin’ about our little arrangement changes. Understand?”
You nodded resignedly, a tear trickling down your cheek. Hopper rested his cigarette between his lips, using the fingers that had been holding it to pull down your shirt, and your bra along with it. He rolled your nipple between his thumb and index finger, pinching till you yelped.
In some sense, he felt that you were at fault in all of this…that you’d fucked up by getting pregnant. And the main reason Hopper wanted to punish you, was out of fear. Because he knew there was a very real possibility that you were pregnant with his baby. The vasectomy story was a lie, a well-rehearsed one he’d told many girls before you. Hopper really was just a selfish asshole who came in multiple women every week, and didn’t care about the consequences his reckless behavior might cause.
But this time, Hopper was afraid. He’d managed to escape the consequences of his actions for too long now; the truth would eventually come out. Hopper felt like this time, he might have really fucked things up. His bad mood from earlier was now a simmering rage. And he was going to take out all of his frustration on you.
Hopper pulled his fingers out of you with a loud squelch. “Get your ass in the back,” he ordered.
You obeyed.
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Eddie and Steve weren’t stupid. They’d seen you rush to the bathroom that morning, obviously feeling unwell. They’d found it suspicious when you stayed in there for over an hour, blowing them off each time they asked through the door if you were alright.
You’d locked yourself in the bathroom as if guarding a terrible secret inside it. As soon as you’d left to go meet a friend for lunch Hopper for sex, Steve and Eddie had done a bit of investigating. And it didn’t take them long to figure out the reason you’d been hiding in the bathroom, and why you’d looked so upset when you left it.
The positive pregnancy test was thrown into the back of the cabinet under the sink, but Steve managed to find it. Eddie covered his mouth in shock when he saw it, a big smile on his face. Steve was less enthusiastic, but not because he didn’t want you to be pregnant. Steve was uncomfortable with the possibility that Eddie, and not him, could be the baby’s father. If Steve was going to have kids with anyone, he’d want it to be you. The idea of Eddie ‘the Freak’ Munson beating him to it…pissed Steve off.
For his part, Eddie was just happy. He was babbling excitedly to Steve about baby names, what the three of you would need to change around the apartment before the baby arrived, etc. He was buzzing with energy, while Steve was taking the news of your pregnancy in stride. He was happy for you, but he wanted to be happy for the two of you...excited for your baby and his. Not your baby and Eddie’s…
While Steve sat on the couch in silent contemplation, Eddie paced back and forth restlessly, chatting away at Steve about all his plans for the baby. “(Y/N)’ll be home soon,” Eddie told Steve. “When she walks in, we should both jump out and be like, hey mama!”
Steve rolled his eyes at Eddie. “Nobody’s jumping out at anybody, okay?” he retorted. “She hid the test, Ed. She didn’t want us to know.”
Eddie’s look of joy faded. He knew Steve was right.
“If she wanted to tell us, she would’ve this morning,” Steve continued. “We have to respect her privacy. God only knows what’s going through her mind right now.” Eddie flopped down on the couch beside Steve, his leg bouncing nervously.
“Why wouldn’t she tell us?” Eddie asked, even though he knew the man beside him didn’t have an answer. Steve shrugged his shoulders in an attempt at indifference. “I’m sure she has her reasons,” he replied. “And she will tell us, when she’s ready...”
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Hopper dropped you off a few streets over from the apartment complex, just as he always did after driving you out into the woods and fucking you. This time was different from the others. You were sore. Hopper had fucked you in the ass today, and not gently. It would take some time to recover, and the most appealing thing in the world to you right now was a warm bath you could lay back and relax in.
Standing outside the door to your apartment, you could hear Steve and Eddie talking inside. Part of you was happy they seemed to be bonding in your absence. Another part of you worried that they somehow knew about the pregnancy…or worse, about your affair with Hopper.
Your worries disappeared as soon as you opened the door. Steve and Eddie were busy in the kitchen making dinner, politely arguing about whether or not the pasta they were boiling was truly al dente. Your keys jingling got their attention. “Hey babe,” Steve called out. “Hope you’re hungry; Eddie and I boiled a shit ton of pasta by accident.”
Eddie held up the empty box the pasta had come from, idly inspecting it. “Yeah,” he commented as his eyes scanned the label. “Turns out one box yields, um…” Eddie pursed his lips, trying to do the math in his head. “…Waaaay more than we need,” he finished with a lighthearted grin in Steve’s direction. “Math was never my strong suit, okay?”
Steve left the stove and approached you, resting his big hands on your shoulders like protective mitts. The gesture was tender, warm, very unlike the affection you were used to getting from Steve. “Thought we’d eat in tonight,” he said, massaging your shoulders softly. “Maybe watch a movie together.” Steve was being so gentle, it took you completely by surprise, in the best way.
Eddie leaned in to your neck, nuzzling you with a soft kiss. “Dinner can wait,” he said, turning your chin to face him. “I think I’m in the mood to have dessert first…”
Steve nodded in agreement- “I second that,” -and let his hands glide down your arms, lingering around your wrists. “What d’you say, (y/n)?”
You realized how lucky you were, in that moment. These two beautiful men were standing there, wanting only to please you. A part of you wanted to reveal your pregnancy, but the possibility of ruining such a tender moment gave you pause. Guilt washed over your heart as you remembered your other secret, the one you were most afraid of confessing: Hopper.
“I think I’d like to have a bath first,” you told them. “And afterwards, I’ll absolutely be ready for dessert…”
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The bath Steve ran for you was perfect. Big, fluffy piles of cotton candy-scented bubbles floated on top of the water, swallowing you in a warm hug as you sank beneath them. You let your hair fan out on the water’s surface, your eyes drifting closed as you tried to relax. A cassette player on the sink played a tape of ambient music that Eddie had chosen for you. The lights were dimmed, with a few candles flickering beside you on the edge of the tub.
It should have been the perfect atmosphere to relax in, but your mind was running circles. Additionally, the work Hopper had done on your ass earlier that day made sitting uncomfortable, even in a warm tub of bubbles. You tried to avoid thinking of the pregnancy, but it was impossible. Over the course of one day, you’d gone from worrying you were falling in love with Hopper to bitterly resenting the power he held over you. Could you really trust him, that there was no way the baby could be his? As much as you wanted it to be true, based on what you knew of Hopper’s character, you had plenty of reason to doubt him.
How could you have been so naive, to think that Hopper didn’t have similar arrangements with other girls? He’d taken such good care of you sexually, fucking you slowly, unselfishly. Maybe it really had been for him all this time; but Hopper made it seem like he was fucking you for your pleasure more than his own. Like he genuinely cared about you. The way he ate you out for hours on end, licking you till the pleasure turned to pain. Why would a man who had so many girls dedicate that much time to your satisfaction? To making sure you came at least six times in one afternoon? Was there something about you that Hopper couldn’t get from all his other girls?
You hated feeling jealous, especially over someone like him. Here you were, sitting in a beautiful bath prepared by Steve and Eddie, about to be fucked by both of them as soon as you were finished. And yet, you were jealous over a filthy son of a bitch that was twice your age and fucking who knows how many other girls?? You shook your head, bubbles fizzing at your ears. A quiet little sob escaped your lips, but not quiet enough for Eddie’s perceptive ears to miss.
He peeked around the doorframe, a concerned look on his face. “You good, (y/n)?” he asked. With a heavy sigh, you managed a smile, and rested your chin on the side of the tub. “I’d be better if you and Steve joined me,” you said.
Eddie’s lips quirked into a grin. He stuck his head around the corner and called for Steve, “get in here Harrington, she wants us in the tub with her.”
When Steve entered the bathroom, he was met with a view of you sucking Eddie off at the side of the tub. The image made Steve’s brain go a little hazy, and all he wanted was to be naked, too. Your eyes left Eddie’s and locked with Steve’s as you sucked. The look on Steve’s face made you grin around Eddie’s cock, the corners of your lips stinging at the stretch. “Fucking look at her,” Eddie marveled, running his fingers through your damp hair. “Look at how good she sucks it…”
Steve removed his shirt and began to work his belt undone. His cock was hard and leaking by this point, wet and ready for the moist heat of your mouth. He removed his pants and his boxers, kicking them aside as he made his way to the tub.
Eddie’s legs quivered as he stood beside the bath, with you on your knees in the tub taking his cock down your throat. Steve watched while masturbating to the view in front of him, massaging his cock in slow, patient pumps from base to tip. He knew he’d get the same treatment from your lips as Eddie, that all he had to do was enjoy the show till his turn came.
The soft gurgling sounds you made around Eddie’s cock had both men groaning. “Good fuckin’ girl,” Steve praised. “Takin’ such good care of Eddie’s cock…gonna take care of mine too, yeah?”
You nodded, your head bobbing on Eddie’s dick. Pulling your lips off his tip with a loud pop, you shifted in the water and reached for Steve. “Uh-uh,” he scolded, swatting away your touch. “No hands. You want my cock? Then find it with your mouth like a good little girl…”
Greedy, hungry to taste the sweet pearly liquid oozing from Steve’s tip, you did as he instructed. Clasping your hands behind your back, you leaned forward till Steve’s cock was bumping your mouth, smearing precum over your lips and chin. “Open up,” Eddie murmured down at you, patting his hand against your cheek. “Take care of Steve’s cock the way you took care of mine, pretty thing.”
As Steve pressed himself between your lips, his girth caused an even sharper sting than Eddie’s. Usually, this was the order you sucked them in; Eddie was a little longer than Steve but not as thick, so he generally went first and got your throat warmed up for Steve.
A hum of pleasure rolled deep in Steve’s chest as he fucked your mouth, watching his cock disappear between your lips again and again with every thrust. Eddie climbed into the tub, reaching for your hips and tugging them to meet his.
As Steve continued to use your mouth, Eddie pulled you onto his lap beneath the water. He splashed away a hill of bubbles to watch your pussy swallowing his cock under the water. Steve lifted his leg and braced his foot against the edge of the tub. This position gave him even deeper access to your throat, his balls slapping full and heavy against your chin as he took you. Gripping your hair in his fist, Steve used it as leverage to fuck your face as rough as possible, till your gag reflex activated and you smacked his thigh, telling him to pull back. Vomit spilled onto the ceramic bathroom tile. Steve wiped your lips clean with a towel and cradled your face in his hands. “You wanna stop, baby?” he asked, and you shook your head ‘no,’ in response.
Steve complied, burying his cock down your throat again without pause. Eddie’s dick was nestled balls-deep inside your cunt as he let you cockwarm him. The urge to buck up into you was deliriously tempting, but Eddie forced himself still, knowing he’d come too soon if he moved even slightly. The sounds you were making on Steve’s cock were beyond pornographic. Gulping, choking, gagging around the thick outline of his shaft, you forced every inch down your throat till you’d swallowed him completely.
Steve exhaled a flurry of curses, his hands in your hair gripping for dear life as his knees went weak. “Oh my-oh my god baby-how d’you-how d’you do that?” he gasped. “I’m gonna-fuck fuck fuck I’m gonna come honey, shit!”
Steve ejaculated so far down your throat, his cum slid straight to your stomach. Eddie completely lost it, watching Steve’s face contort in pleasure as he relieved himself inside your mouth. Unable to hold back any longer, Eddie bucked his hips upward, punching into you with a few hard, breathless thrusts. As Steve staggered back to lean against the bathroom sink, Eddie groaned into your shoulder and painted your pussy with cum. “Oh my god!” he exhaled, falling against the back of the tub, a big smile on his face. “That was…I’ve never come that hard in my life, (y/n)-.”
“Neither have I,” Steve chuckled, finding his breath again. He returned to the edge of the tub and caressed your cheek, smiling warmly down at you. “Good girl,” he said, and then left for the bedroom, ready to pass out in bed.
Eddie lifted you off of him, resting your ass on the side of the tub, and parted your legs over his shoulders. You held onto his hair as Eddie buried his face against your cunt, his tongue searching out and swallowing every drop of his orgasm. Your thighs were shaking, clamped around Eddie’s face as he ate you, licking your cunt clean, hoping to get you all dirty again.
His wish came true less than a minute later. Biting your bottom lip to keep from screaming, you came all over Eddie’s tongue. A mix of cum and piss squirted inside his mouth and ran down his chin in slippery streams, dripping into the tub. Eddie growled into your cunt, his hand furiously working his dick under the water, a second climax overtaking him as he swallowed your release. Thick ropes of semen expelled under the water, clinging to the hair on Eddie’s legs. He pulled you into the tub with him, soaking your bodies in both your cum and his, kissing you so deeply you’d swear Eddie’s tongue touched your soul.
Eddie gently rocked you in his arms, in the mix of bubbles, water and cum. His body stretched across yours and covered you like a protective shield. You felt safer than you ever had before, looking into the eyes of the man you loved more than anything, the man you would do anything for…
…even if that meant doing Jim Hopper, to keep Eddie safe. There he was, that horrible, cruel bastard, forcing his way into your mind again, even as you lay in Eddie’s arms. The urge to tell, at least one of your secrets, became overwhelming.
You held Eddie’s cheek and gently stroked his hair, your words barely above a whisper as you told him: “I’m pregnant.”
His eyes lit happily, the corners of his lips turning up into a grin. “I love you, (y/n),” Eddie said.
And that, you realized, was all the assurance you needed that no matter what happened from here on, things were going to be alright… 🖤
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Who Do You Belong To? | Older!Eddie Munson
Synopsis: Eddie and you have been neighbours for a while and have been casually fucking. When you bring somebody else home who can actually satisfy you too. Eddie gets jealous and has to remind you who you belong to
Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI. choking, p in v, pussy slapping, slight dom!eddie, slight mean!eddie, oral f!receiving, just lots of general fucking, breeding kink, some fluff at the end cause i couldnt help myself
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You and Eddie had been neighbours in the trailer park for about 3 years. You had moved in after a messy breakup and quickly became attached to Eddie as a friend and somewhat mentor as he taught you how to fix certain things in your car. Eddie was older than you and still breathtaking. He had matured into his look, gathered more tattoos over time and gained some muscle from being a mechanic. He had helped you back on your feet after the breakup, helping you get another job at the bar he often played at with his local band, always keeping young at heart.
Eddie was a useless cook though and most nights he’d come to yours, bringing a few beers to share and attempt to help you cook a meal for the two of you. It was your way of saying thank you for saying thank you for the car help.
Its also how you two started fucking.
One night after dinner was well over, you both sat outside, both sitting across from each other on the deck chair you had bought to tan yourself on. You were both drinking and talking, he always made you laugh. He was goofy and a little wild. He would tell you stories from when he was 20 and what he and his friends used to get up to. It was a little unbelievable you thought quietly but Eddie said it with such conviction you had to believe him. You didn’t know how it happened, one minute you were talking about music and concerts and the next Eddie’s lips were on yours, your hands tangling in his hair.
Eddie managed to get you into his bed that night. He teased you on the couch for almost an hour, his fingers coaxing orgasm after orgasm from you. When he fucked you in was deep and slow, savouring the moment for the both of you. He reached areas of you, you didn’t know was possible and unlocked pleasure previously foreign to you. It was clear he had a lot of experience in the area and it made your stomach flip in anticipation each time you saw him. After that first night you kept finding your ways into each other's beds at ungodly hours of the morning. Each time he took you it felt like the first time, he would touch you and feel you like he had never before. Electrifying your skin with his touch. You had briefly discussed that this was a strictly casual thing. Or at least you both were trying to convince yourself it was that. Eddie was the only thing on your mind as you fell asleep at night, when Eddie was out late with friends or playing a gig you resorted to getting yourself off while thinking of him between your legs. Eddie was the same, the occasions he had caught a glimpse of you going out with your girlfriends to a bar, he was always jealous he wasn’t parading you around in that tight little dress, nobody allowed to touch you except him, it sent him feral.
You had both come to the decision that it was good for you both to see other people. That this was fun but it was just a bit of a fling while you were both bored. Anyway Eddie was in his very late thirties and you in your mid twenties, it didn’t make sense to try and attach any relationship to the filthy, dirty sex you kept having.
Eddie was the first to bring home a girl after a gig he played. He was shocked to say the least, usually there was a crowd of drunk middle aged metalheads reliving their teenage years. You were seething to say the least, arms crossed sitting up in bed as you could hear him through the thin walls and close distance. You could hear him making her come over and over again. His cock stretching her out and pounding her senseless.
That morning you had watched her slip out, doing the walk of shame through the park. She stayed the night? You always left me afterwards! You thought furiously, you stepped outside your trailer with a coffee watching her walk away staggering a little.
“Morning sweetheart” Eddie appeared at his door, shirtless, you looked him up and down, eyes drinking in his messy morning hair and his muscled arms. Eddie took a step towards you and took a big gulp from your coffee cup.
“That wasn’t very nice” You stated, looking longingly into the empty coffee cup. “You seemed to have had a good night, she even stayed the night” you couldn’t help the passive aggressive tone drip from your voice.
“I did have a good night, you’re right. She made such pretty faces when she came-”
“Ugh, fucking men” You had heard enough, you stamped back inside and slammed the door.
Eddie followed you to your door, “Maybe you should go out tonight? Let loose” Eddie called after you. That made you more annoyed, he was clearly riling you up about the woman he fucked, and it was working.
So you did, for the next few weekends you went out with your friends and found a cute enough guy to bring home. It was a useless exercise, they were all around your age and useless around a woman's body. After the second time you kicked the guy out and had showered and gone crawling over to Eddie’s trailer, desperate for him to make you come.
“Aww darlin’, couldn’t he make you come? Bet he didn’t even get you close, poor boy” Eddie cooed to you, his fingers buried inside your cunt as he pumped and curled his fingers making you see stars after only a few minutes.
“Fuck you Eddie” You had moaned out as he said that, thrusting himself into you as you fell apart beneath him, a string of moans and curses whining from your mouth. After that time, you hadn’t brought anyone else home, knowing they could never compare to Eddie.
You had calmed down from that night as Eddie didn’t seem to bring anybody else home either. Your routine of dinner and a few drinks had continued as normal, but no more sex. It was as if in your heads you had both called it quits without even trying. Eddie was talking about his gig the next night, and you were helping him sew on some more patches onto his denim vest.
“I have kept this vest for over 20 years.” He said proudly, admiring your neat handiwork on the patches.
“Jeez old man, that’s basically my entire life - time to retire your lucky vest.” You punched his tattooed arm as he fake laughed at you. Something about him being older really got your off.
“Well you’re the one who’s fucked this old man darlin’ so I think I’m the lucky one” Eddie chuckled and you fell awkwardly silent, not knowing where you stood since you had stopped sleeping together. Eddie filled the awkward silence though
“You should come tomorrow night at the Hideout, I think it would be fun, bring some of your friends and we’ll have a few drinks” Eddie smiled at you. You had never been to a gig of his before.
“Okay I will, I’ll dredge up my leather pants just for the occasion” You joked with him.
“Hey! Me too.” Eddie literally pulled out some leather pants from a pile of clothes and you had to mentally slap yourself for thinking about his ass in those.
You thought that maybe just being friends and neighbours with Eddie won’t be that bad and that you could both just keep pushing your feelings down.
You and your friend Elaine had ended up going, more people gathered in the bar than you imagined. You had already done a shot with Eddie when you got there, a bit buzzed already. “Wish me luck sweetheart” Eddie had said, booping your nose and going to get the stage ready. Elaine had started talking to a nice guy who was buying you drinks and you turned to go find Eddie before they played, as you did you were met with a hard frame. Looking up to see another metal head, beer in hand that was now all over him. He was young about your age and wickedly cute.
“I’m so sorry, let me” you grabbed some napkins from the bar and frantically wiped up his shirt.
“Oh sorry, that was probably a bit weird doing that.” He laughed at you before outstretching his hand. “I’m Andy, do you want to buy me a drink and come sit with me to make it up?” He cocked his head to the side and you introduced yourself and ordered him a beer and followed him to an empty bar table. You and Andy got on very well and talked for ages, you had a nice view of the stage from where you were so you stayed with him chatting as Corroded Coffin got ready.
Eddie was watching you like a hawk from across the room. He wasn’t overly worried, you’d be crawling to him by the end of the night, begging for him to fuck you and fill you with his come. You had actually worn tight leather pants and they were sending him over the edge, not that he’d admit that to anyone, he was still convinced what you had was no strings attached. Still he felt a slight twinge in his heart as he watched you laugh at the younger man's jokes and touched his arm affectionately. Eddie had played the show anger rising with every song as he watched you with this guy. The larger than usual crowd was loving his aggression but he was going crazy watching you. By the last song, Eddie watched him slide his arm around your waist and lean in to kiss you. Eddie felt protective and possessive over you in that moment, but he was too stubborn to admit it to himself. You could feel Eddie's eyes burning into you from across the room as they walked off, it made you want to kiss Andy more. “Want to go to mine?” You asked Andy who nodded vigorously.
You made sure you clocked eyes with Eddie as you led Andy towards the door and into his car. It was very clear you were trying to make him jealous and it was working.
Eddie was at the bar and watched you getting into his car. Eddie gave it about ten minutes before curiosity took over him, he finished up the drink he had and called it an early night, practically racing back to his car and home. Call him a creep or not but he needed to know what you sounded like beneath him, if you made any of the pretty little noises you made when he was inside you or if he could even make you come. Eddie huffed at his own thoughts, feeling like a perv but nothing could stop him.
Andy had you bent over your bed when Eddie did pull in. He could hear your moans from outside and he stood near your bedroom window listening to Andy pound into you. Eddie felt sickened, only he should be making you moan like that. Only he should be allowed to touch you, to be allowed inside your body. Andy had twisted his hand round playing with your clit softly, it was enough that it sent you over the edge, coming as he thrusted himself into you chasing his own high. Nobody else besides Eddie had made you come before and you were enjoying his touch - but something just wasn’t as good, Andy made you come but the intensity wasn’t there, did not elicit the same emotion as Eddie. Eddie heard the change in your moan and knew that the younger man had made you come. He retreated to his trailer, annoyed and with an uncomfortable boner. He heard Andy leave and knew that night you weren’t crawling over to him sticky and needy for him. It didn’t sit right with him, you needed to be his and only his.
You kicked Andy out almost immediately after he left his number on your kitchen table. He tried to hug you goodbye but you recoiled at the touch, realising who you really wanted. Once you showered and changed you ate some leftovers in your kitchen. You lent against the window, spying Eddie in his trailer, beer in hand and the most angered look on his face. He rearranged himself, wincing, clearly hard and uncomfortable.
Eddie didn’t speak or see you for the next few days. It was probably for the best that he didn't. He was furious and finally came to the conclusion that he couldn’t stay away from you and that something casual wasn’t going to cut it. You were left feeling a little heartbroken, it was the first time in a long time that he hadn’t come over for dinner or his daily check under the hood of your car. You missed him, missed talking to him but also missed his hands all over your body. You had decided to end the not talking and bake him some dinner for him, falling right into what he wanted. You knocked on his door, holding a tray of food, drawing a deep breath as he opened the door. Eddie’s heart skipped a beat when you knocked, he knew you too well to know that you would do this but he was still excited to see you.
“Hi darlin’” He smirked down at you as he opened the door.
“Hi, uh, I haven’t seen you for a while so I was worried you hadn’t been eating very well” You gestured to the food and he moved to the side slightly, your body brushing his as you went inside.
“Always looking after me sweetheart” Eddie's voice was charming and it made you blush as you started plating up the food.
“Not sure I’m hungry for that right now” Eddie was suddenly inches behind you, hands on your hips, lips kissing the back of your neck. You pushed him back, needing answers.
“Okay Eddie what the hell. We stopped all of this and then you ignored me for days - whats the go?” You crossed your arms, Eddie’s face changed, and he lent towards you, trapping your bodies together as his hands grabbed the bench behind you.
“Oh sweetheart, I heard you the other night, screaming your brains out for somebody else, I think you’re doing fine” Eddie’s voice was icy and you scoffed at him.
“What the fuck? We both agreed to screw other people. You’re just jealous that another man can make me come? Is that it Eddie? Scared that somebody is better than you?” You were taunting him and also taken aback he was behaving this way. His hand went up to hold your throat, squeezing as he forced you to look into his eyes. He laughed darkly, his hand slipping into your loose pyjama shorts, happy to find that you weren’t wearing any underwear.
“Oh I know that I’m still better than him. Yeah maybe I am jealous because this pussy belongs to me now. Nobody else is allowed to make you come, only me” Eddie flicked circles around your clit, you held back a broken moan.
“You can’t fuck anybody else then, you- fuck- you have to be mine too.” You grinded yourself against his hand.
“All yours baby, I don’t want anyone else.” Eddie slid two fingers into you and curled them towards him, his thumb rested on your clit as he moved his fingers agonisingly slow.
“Who do you belong to?” Eddie growled in your ear
“You, only you” you were breathless, needing him to move his fingers faster.
“Good girl, come on, I want to hear your pretty moans.” Eddie thrusted his hand deeper and curled his fingers in and out, his thumb swirling faster on your clit. You moaned as he licked a stripe up your neck and kissed the spot right below your ear. You heard your wetness as he fucked you, fingers not relenting on you. Eddie flattened his hand more, his fingers sliding deeper and palm rubbing against your clit. You felt that familiar flutter in your stomach, your head rolling back and a low moan escaping you.
“Uh uh sweetheart, you don’t get to come yet. You haven’t earned it.” Eddie tutted and withdrew his hand. You whined against him, hips rutting against nothing.
“Do you think you’ve earned it after that little show I heard the other night?” Eddie’s hand came down in a stinging slap on your cunt, pulsating right through you.
“Turn around.” Eddie spun you, pushing your face against the counter and roughly yanking your shorts down.
“I'm gonna have to remind you who you belong to sweetheart.” Eddie’s jeans were rough against your bare pussy. He quickly pulled out his cock, teasing it through your wet folds, you shuddered at the feeling.
Eddie pushed inside you slowly, the stretch burning you as you mumbled mindlessly at Eddie. His hands tangled in your hair, pulling you up against his back, his face nuzzled into your neck as he thrusted hard and deep into you. His hand travelled to your neck, gripping tight and pulling your head back as far as it could to look at him.
“You look so fucked out sweeheart, wish you could see how desperate you look right now. And all for me. Hmm, you’re just my personal little slut.” Eddie was always a bit rougher during sex but nothing like this, the way he spoke was only making you more soaked as he tunnelled into you. He angled his hips lower and drove his cock into your g-spot, your legs buckled beneath him, moaning loudly suddenly overwhelmed with pleasure you felt the simmer in your stomach rising.
“Eddie, can I please come?” You whined, panting against the counter.
“No, not yet” Eddie stopped and pulled out of you, hooking his arm around you and pulling you onto his lap on the couch.
“You’re going to show me just how much you’ve earned it.” Eddie smacked your ass, prompting you to raise your hips from his and slam yourself down onto his dick. Eddie groaned as your pace quickened, your wetness gathering at the base of his dick. You grabbed Eddie’s hands and guided them to your boobs, he squeezed and you moaned his name, he growled beneath you feeling you clench around him. You bounced on him, breathless and needy to come but never quite reaching the high until you could tell Eddie was getting close, his breath becoming ragged and chest flushing as you rode him.
He flipped you onto your back on his couch, holding your legs to your chest as he slid back into you, he felt bigger like this, everything was more intense. His thumb went to your clit rubbing as you watched his dick slide in and out of you, unable to look away.
“Come on baby, I want you to come for me” Eddie cooed down at you, smirking at your fucked out state. Eddie snapped his hips angle so each thrust hit your g-spot deliciously. Your breath became ragged and a strangled moan escaped your lips at his hardest thrust, you felt yourself gush onto his dick, the wet sounds filling the room.
“EddieEddieEddie” you moaned over and over as Eddies thrusts became sloppy and he pulled you closer, a harsh groan falling from his lips.
“Want me to fill you full of my come darlin’?” You looked up at Eddie with doe eyes and nodded, biting your lip. It sent Eddie over the edge as he came, squeezing your neck tight before collapsing on top of you.
You both cleaned up and sat at his table having a drink and eating the dinner you brought over. Eddie couldn’t stop smiling at you.
“Sweetheart, I’m sorry I ignored you the way I did. It just hit me how much I like you and I was struggling to accept it. It’s one thing to sleep with someone so much younger but I want something more with you, if-if thats what you want.” Eddie looked anxious as the confession fell from his lips. You tucked a piece of hair behind his ear and grabbed his hand to hold it.
“I want something more too.” you whispered before kissing him slowly, tongue invading his mouth as you pulled him closer.
“I’m yours and you are mine” Eddie whispered before kissing you deeply.
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Along For The Ride 2 (MDNI+18)
Farmer!Older!Beefy!Eddie Munson x Rich!Mean!Reader
You insist. “This is all my fault. I kissed you.”
“And I initiated the whole thing by getting on top of you.” Eddie argues.
“Only because I practically enticed you to reach over me.”
“Except you didn’t have to do much enticing, if any at all,” He says intensely, taking a step closer and hovering over you. “I knew you’d give me the goddamn joint but I reached for it because I…because I wanted to feel…shit, I—I don’t know. But what I did was wrong. In a way, I’m like your temporary boss—-mentor, even. It feels like some corrupt power dynamic I’ve established—-“
“I wanted it,” You say, thwarting his ‘power imbalance’ theory. “I kissed you because I wanted to. That’s it. I was horny, getting high, your lips were there, your body…god, your body was on mine and I wanted to kiss you so badly it hurt.”
You hadn’t noticed how intense things had become until you could hear your labored breaths; panting heavily and not once breaking eye contact.
“You were a gentleman,” You continued. “My brain was fogged up with lust and you could have easily taken advantage of that. You..did right by ending things before it got too far. My body doesn’t realize that. In fact, it still curses you for leaving me high and dry—or wet, for the matter. But you are, indeed, the more responsible adult between us.”
He laughs dryly, shaking his head. “Gentleman? If I stayed a second longer…if you asked me to…I’m not sure I’d have had the strength to stop it.”
You bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning, staring up at him with doe eyes. “What do we do now?”
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Working on it consistently and yall know it’s slow burn so when that sex scene hit, it’ll hit different lol
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