Hopperās talking to her, telling her to breathe, but all Nancy can focus on is Robin, dead, in front of her.
She barely registers when Steve stumbles in. Hopperās moving before she processes it, trying to gently escort him out.
Steveās a mess. Wild-eyed, his face streaked with tears, hair unkept.
āI need to say goodbye,ā Steve begs, fighting against Hopperās steady arms. āI needāI need to tell her I love her and that Iām sorry andāand I need to find the fuckers that did thisāā
Steve knows about her āgiftā. He looks directly at her, a plea on his face.
Nancy thinks of Barb, still and silent in her arms.
āLet him stay,ā she croaks.
āWheelerāā Hopper starts. She shakes her head.
āLet him stay.ā
Hopper relents. Steve scrambles over, faltering when he sees Robin.
Nancy understands. Itās not a pretty sight.
At open-casket funerals, the deceased undergoes hours of careful preparation to make them look presentable. To make sure they look as close to how they did in life as possible.
That is not the case here. Robinās skin is a sickly white, freckles stark in contrast. Ugly purple marks cover her throat and neck. Strangulation, from the looks of it. Nancy doesnāt want to imagine it.
Steve strokes Robinās hair, the gentlest Nancy has ever seen him. Fresh tears have started running down his cheeks.
āSteve,ā she starts, equally gentle, because how can she tell him this? How can she describe the sensation of having your whole world stopped, started, and stopped again?
āI know,ā he says, not taking his eyes off Robin. āIām ready.ā
She wants to say, You can never be ready.
Instead, she nods, and taps one finger to Robinās cheek.
The effect is instant. Robin gasps, eyes flying open, one hand automatically going to her throat.
Steve lets out a sob, pressing his forehead to hers. āIām sorry, Iām sorry, Iām so sorry, I shouldāve been there, Iām sorryāā
āDingus,ā Robin rasps, and sheās crying too. Nancy averts her eyes, a pang in her chest.
Hopper must decide to let them have their moment because nearly five minutes pass before he comes over. He asks Robin questions, the standard procedure, and Robin answers shakily, her hand held in Steveās.
Robin didnāt fully see her attacker. It was a man, that much she knows. Sheād managed to flee the initial attack but heād caught up to her when she tried to lose him in the woods. She thinks he was less prepared because of it, but things are hazy. She remembers being pinned down, hands around her throat, and these cold, terrifying eyes. His face had been covered with only his eyes visible.
Hopper takes notes, frowning. Finally, the questioning comes to an end, Robin out of answers. His head slowly swivels to Nancy.
Steveās still clutching Robin. They both look at her with a sad understanding on their faces.
āIāll find him,ā Steve says quietly, resting his forehead against the top of Robinās head. āIāll find whoever did this and Iāll kill him. Iāll kill him.ā
Robin just smiles sadly. She murmurs something too quiet for Nancy to hear, but she doesnāt miss the devastation that flits across Steveās face.
They look at her expectantly, both clearly trying hard not to cry. Theyāre still holding hands.
Nancy canāt do it.
āWheeler,ā Hopper says, low, a warning.
āI canāt,ā Nancy whispers. She knows what will happen if she lets Robin live. The same thing that happened when she couldnāt let Will die again, when she couldnāt let Eddie die again.
The universe rights its wrongs in its own way. If it canāt have its death, it will take another. When sheād brought Will back and kept him alive, a well-loved local, Benny Hammond, had died. When sheād let Eddie live, Jonathan and Willās stepfather Bob had a heart attack out of nowhere. Thereād been seemingly nothing to cause either death.
If she lets Robin live, someone else will die in her place.
The worst part is that Nancy finds she doesnāt care.
She canāt let Steve lose his best friend the way she lost hers. She canāt let this be the end of Robinās life.
Kind, funny Robin, who has always been so full of life, so loved by everyone around her. Nancyās never gotten the chance to really get to know her, but sheās always wished she had.
āI canāt,ā she repeats, her voice steadier now. āI wonāt. Itās not fair.ā
āLife isnāt fair.ā Hopperās voice is kind. She doesnāt deserve it.
āI wonāt do it. Steveāā
Steve looks stunned, a hopeful expression dawning on his face. Hopper looks at him and sighs.
āI canāt force you. Butā¦ well, on your own head be it.ā He shakes his head. āIām going back to the station. Youāre causing me a lot of paperwork.ā
As he leaves, Steve turns to her. āThank you. Thank you, thank youāā
āAs far as youāre concerned, Robin survived the attack.ā Nancy keeps her voice steady, avoiding eye contact with both of them. āRobinā¦ā
Robinās eyes are on her. Curious, focused, like theyāre studying her. Nancy swallows hard.
āRobin, you should avoid going anywhere alone for a while. If your attacker thinks you could identify him heāll try and finish the job. I wonāt be able to do this twice.ā
Robin gives a short nod. āIāll lay low for a while.ā
Her voice is soft, raspy. Steve, maybe afraid Nancy might suddenly change her mind, thanks her one last time before helping Robin up and ushering her out.
Nancy watches their retreating backs, a heavy weight in her chest.
In the nicest way possible, she hopes she never sees Robin again.
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bestie, you drilled down to the very essence of it with this take! I'm all about that animalistic desperation š so glad you enjoyed it!
'cause I ain't had nobody hit it like you hit it (2/2)
dom dealer!eddie x sub fem!reader
inspired by @2jihiir0's fanart 'make it quick... baby's sleeping'. leave them some love!
read part one here.
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cw: 18+. smut, references to hard drug use, unprotected piv, situationship becoming something more, shame kink, praise & degradation, pet names, exhibitionism-adjacent, eddie embarrasses the fuck out of reader but don't get it twisted, he's down bad, no y/n, no physical descriptors
an: sorry for leaving y'all on that little cliffie in the first part. I hope this makes up for it! š also, make sure you check out the fanart if you haven't already - there are some specific allusions to it in this part, and it'll enhance the experience if you've checked it out. accreditation: I attribute those clever details to the very talented artist š©µ
now, enjoy the utter filth! xx
The sound is a bucket of ice water down your spine. Your back stiffens ramrod straight as your grasping fingers find the front of Eddieās tank, fisting it up tight in a startled search for comfort. Eddie separates his lips from yours with a loud click, an annoyed frown already marring his brow as he cranes his neck to look around you toward the closed door. When the knocks come again in quick succession, thereās a split second you think he will tell you to get off him, and your stomach swoops with something just short of devastation. But Eddie doesnāt even bother asking who it is; he keeps cupping your cheek even as he barks harshly, "Busy, man. Go take a walk, come back in ten minutes."Ā
After a brief pause, you hear the creak of wood followed by the plodding steps of whomever had come calling descending the porch stairs. Itās somewhat of a relief, but the interruption has disturbed the haze youād fallen into. You almost want to ask who that was, if Eddieād been expecting any visitors or customers other than you, but you bite your tongue, not wanting to dampen the mood between you two even farther. As your heart keeps racing while you attempt to regain your composure, your eyes search his face. They flit about before being captured by deep brown, ensnared by the look heās leveling you with. Eddieās gaze bores into yours, dark with longing and mischief as if heās daring you to defy him.Ā
As if he can see through your eyes straight down to your soul and all that it longs for.
The tension returns in an instantā sticky and hot as your thighs flex around Eddieās hips, and the subtle shift reminds you heās still buried inside. Your desire for him simmers like an ache low in your belly, plaintive and wanting. And he must read that on you, because despite the clock ticking down the seconds until his visitor returns, Eddie just has to tease you.
"Yeah?" His voice is a low whisper, a teasing challenge that sends a shiver down your spine. "Sālike that, huh? You want me to make you cum now?" He glances up at the wall behind him, drawing your eyes to a row of scrawled linesā a tallied record of the pleasure he gives. Itās yet another way heās found to rile you up, a reminder displayed in a place you canāt help but see every time you visit him. "And you think youāve earned another tally?"
Your breath catches in your throat as you meet his gaze again. "Need it, Ed..." you whisper, your heartbeat rabbit-fast at the prospect of him really giving it to you.
His smirk widens, a flash of smug satisfaction dancing in his eyes. "Aww, baby needs it so bad," he teases, his tone laced with mock sympathy before it darkens. "You're such a fuckin' whore. But only for me, right?"
A heady mix of desire and shame courses through you, slinking through your veins, burning you up inside. Because, for all intents and purposes, heās right: you are a whore, giving yourself to your dealer like this. And this thing between you and Eddie may be more than that to youā may be more to him, too, though you donāt know for sureā but on the surface, thatās exactly what you are. A whore, only for him.
Itās demeaning and nasty and so fucking arousing all at once.Ā
"Mhmm." A strangled hum of agreement is the most you can manage through your mortification. Even so, you know that wonāt be enough for Eddie.Ā
"Tell me," he demands, his voice a low growl that makes your pussy flutter around him; his fingers tighten on your hip, blunt nails biting in, dimpling your softness. His expression doesnāt change, but you know he likes being able to affect you with just the sound of his voice and the things he makes you say.
"I-I'm a whore for you, Eddie..." you admit, forcing out the words though they make your face positively burn. "I'm your whoreā"
His hand crawls into your hair, pulling you back, and you moan as your neck stretches tight. "That's fuckin' right," he says, licking up your throat. You gasp and tremble. "My good little whore."
The teasing is becoming too much; youāre so turned on, youāre nearly beside yourself. You need to move; need him to move. "Please," you cry, whiny and pathetic, your eyes prickling with frustrated tears.
Itās all part of the game, of course-- his casual dominance, your needy desperation. But a harsh exhale against your chin shows that Eddie isnāt as unaffected as he wants to appear. Without ceremony, the still-smoldering joint, only half smoked, is ground out against the edge of the wooden coffee table and dropped into an old bottle. With both hands now free, Eddie pulls you into his chest, his grip firm and possessive, his palms spanning great swaths of your back and his fingers stretched wide.Ā
Low and husky, he murmurs, "Hold on now, kitten.āĀ
Hastily, you wrap your arms around his shoulders as his hands dip, dragging down until his fingers dig into your bare ass cheeks. You moan quietly at the rough neediness in the gesture as he manhandles you up so he can slide himself down further on the couch, planting his feet wide on the carpet, his dark jeans and checked boxers pulling taut just above his knees. Heās still stretching you out on his dick, and you bite your lip at the duality of feeling: the dull pain where your skin dimples under his hands, the low pulse of pleasure as his shifting presses him deeper into you.Ā
Youāre anticipating it, and still you choke on a gasp as Eddie uses his grip to slam you down onto his lap just as he thrusts up into you hardā once, twice, again, quickly setting a brutal pace that, if you werenāt so wet for him, would ache in quite a different way. As it is, this ache is exactly what you needā bruises on your ass from his blunt fingertips, burns on your knees from the scratchy cushions, and the battering of Eddieās cock bullying deep into your pussy, making you feel so fucking good.Ā
He grunts as you dig your nails into the sturdy, smooth lines of his shoulders, holding onto him tight; you bury your whimpers in his neck, the sound muffled by the heat of his skin as he pounds into you with dizzying ferocity. But that just wonāt do, because Eddie wants to see youā wants to see the way he wrecks you. Briefly, one hand leaves your ass to pull you back by the scruff of your neck. You whimper as you lose your hiding place but you donāt fight him, obeying despite the desire to burrow away from his discerning stare.Ā
"Just needed my dick all the way inside you, stretching this wet little hole out, didnāt you." Eddie chuckles, his gaze burning into yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch in your throat, hitching with every bounce of his thighs against your ass. "I know you did. Youāre always so fuckinā desperate for it."
You shift uncomfortably beneath his gaze, the heat rising to your cheeks as you try to avert your eyes, but you know he sees right through you. Every movement, every glance, every subtle shift of your body betrays the desire that burns within you.
Mercifullyā or maybe unmercifullyā Eddie goes on without expecting a response. "Cominā over here, wearing your tiny little shorts, sittinā on my couch, staring at me when you think I donāt see," he continues, his voice a low rumble that makes your scalp tighten as he leans in and murmurs in your ear. āNo one else is givinā it to you as good as me, huh? That why you gotta beg me for it?ā As he mocks you, you squirm in his grip, embarrassed even as your pussy squeezes tight, your body betraying you with its unrelenting arousal.Ā
"Shit, you feel so fuckinā good," Eddie mutters quietly against your cheek. "Love your little pussy."Ā
You go boneless on him as the embarrassment mixes with adoration. You tuck your face against his neck again, and this time, itās not to hide. Your hands snake down his tank to claw at his back, nails dragging lines across his skin as you press sloppy, open-mouthed kisses over his throat, lavishing him with the depth of your feeling. His words vibrate under your lips. āThatās right, just like that. I gotcha. My pliant little fuckdoll.ā
"Oh," you moan, your voice barely above a whisper as you surrender yourself to him completely. "Fuckā"
"Could do anything to you, hm?" Eddie rasps, never faltering in his pace as he fucks up into you.
As your breasts rub against his clothed chest, your hard nipples quickly become oversensitized by the friction, spurring you to meet him thrust for thrust. "Yeah, yeah," you gasp, your voice trembling with need, nearly overwhelmed by his words and the feeling of his fat tip kissing that spot inside. Heās working you so quickly at this angle that you nearly see stars. "Whatever yāwant,ā you slur, well on your way to being cock drunk. āMāyour good girl, Eddie."
He chuckles, amused and fond. "Thatās why you get the free ride, babe,ā he tells you. "Cause youāre just so good."
There is no deliberate thought driving you anymore, just instinct as you ride him with abandonā tits shaking, ass rippling, head thrown back, mouth open, fists in his hair, drool on your chin, arousal leaking onto his thighs. Your lashes flutter, eyes half rolled back as you start to ascend.
āJesus Christ, I swear, youāreāā Eddie pauses, swallowing harshly, like heās gulping back what he almost said. āYouāre so sexy like this,ā he rasps finally, breath ragged, biting his lip when you throw it down harder on him. āSo sexy. All mine.ā
My whore. My fuckdoll. Mine, mine, mine. That sentiment makes you bold. You summon all your faculties to pull your face back from his neck and tip your head coquettishly, looking down at Eddie like you own him and not the other way around.Ā
āYeah, baby?ā Itās a little breathless with effort, but still, you manage to sound sultry in a way you almost do not recognize. āYou like that?ā
Eddieās pupils blow wide. He chuckles breathlessly, but he doesnāt look amused. āGoān, fuck me,ā he grits out, and his eyes are pitch black with desire, but as you keep looking down at him, thereās a flash of something elseā something more akin to awe. āFuck me like you mean it.ā
And you do, more than you ever have before. The room collapses to nothing but the slapping of skin on skinā furious, sweaty, gasping plunges downward met with equally sharp upward thrusts that gradually have him sinking lower on the couch. By the time Eddieās ass slips to the edge of the cushion, youāre slumped over him, hands squishing up his cheeks, lips mashed together, kissing like you need him to live. Each time he punches in, you keen like a wild animal, the sound garbled and mixed with his low, rasping whines. Thereās salt in your mouth and you donāt know whose sweat it is, his or yours. Eddieās breath puffs from his nose like heās sprinting for his life; one of his damp curls tacks to your cheek as your bodies writhe together all slick, sticky, wet. Youāre fucking each other so hard it almost hurtsā
And then it does hurt, because on your next desperate bounce, Eddieās ass slips off the couch, toppling you both to the floor.
Buzzing with adrenaline and on the knifeās edge of your orgasm, the fall only radiates dull pain for a moment before youāre over it. You lift your face from the carpet to see Eddieās head all wedged up at an angle against the couchās leg, his arms splayed, legs still caught in his pants and boxers like heād tripped taking a piss or something. Your eyes hone in on his cockā wobbling in the air, flushed and slick with you down to the matted-curl base, miraculously still hard and, most importantly, entirely unharmed.Ā
āOh, fuck,ā Eddie groans, his face contorted in a pained wince. If you werenāt so close to cumming, youād ask him if he was okay, but as it is, your only thought is to crawl on top of him and hastily throw your leg over his hip. Before he can even blink, youāve impaled yourself on his cock, engulfing him in the heat of your throbbing pussy with a filthy, wet squelch.Ā
āOh, fuck!ā Itās a ragged moan this time as his mouth falls open, the cords of his neck pulling tight on an even more strangled sound as you go right back to fucking him like he asked youā like you mean it.
Pleasure returns in an even more potent swell as you consider how feral it is that you and Eddie are now fucking on the floor like animals. Youāre making sounds of pained ecstasy, punching them out of yourself as you slam down on him until heās hitting so deep you can feel it in the back of your throat. Your muscles are quivering, burning with effort, so much so that you canāt help but collapse forward, bracing your forearm against the edge of the couch cushion. You whimper as the move changes the angle, dulling your pleasure, but you canāt find the strength to hoist yourself back up while still chasing your orgasmā and you need to cum so badly now that you want to fucking cry.Ā
But Eddieās got you. When you slip, heās there the next moment tilting his hips, matching you thrust for thrust, hooking an arm around your back and pressing his forehead against your sternum. His skin is hot, sweaty and tacky, and his breath huffs ragged over your bouncing chest for a moment before he presses his face into the plush curve of your breast.Ā
And then you hear it: Eddieās voice breaking as he moans out your name against your skin.Ā
Dizzying flutters burst in your chest just as pleasure twists violently in your belly, a throbbing ache you can feel pressing at your walls, clawing its way up to break the surface inside you. You heave a tight sob as you cum, back arched, neck straining, consumed whole by the intensity of the feeling. Distantly, as if through a tunnel, you register a brief flare of pain; your spasming pussy clenches around Eddieās kicking length as the pleasure peaks at the sensation, breaking in waves that gradually gentle and then finally ease. And itās when you collapse weakly against Eddieās chest, quivering as his arms fold around your back, that you realize the pain you felt was Eddieās teeth sinking into your breast as he came with you.
When you finally have the strength to open your eyes, you're both still breathing fast, Eddie's bare arms bunching up your disheveled tank and sticking to your lower back as he holds you, panting into your mouth. "Shit," he mutters, chuckling under his breath. "That was..."Ā
He leaves the sentence unfinished, but you understand his meaning. It was really fucking goodā better than usual. And maybe it was because there was a thrill in trying to finish before his visitor returned, but maybe... maybe it was more than that.
āEven the part when you fell on your ass?ā You whisper, smiling when his eyes crinkle.
āSure,ā he offers. āEven that part.ā
You hum, nudging your nose against his, and when you pull back, there's a strange glint in his eyeā something fonder, sweeter than it had been before. You smile at him again, and maybe he sees something in your gaze too, because he doesn't kiss you filthy, nor peck you as a quick punctuation to your fucking. Instead, he strokes back your hair, his brown eyes darting down to your lips. And as he leans in, your heart thumpsā
That infernal pounding starts up again, louder this time and accompanied by the muffled sound of a male voice calling impatiently, "Hey, Eddie, open upā I ain't got all day, man!"
Your stomach lurches. Has it really been ten minutes?Ā
Not that it matters, you berate yourself, ācause heās back, and youāre still naked on the fucking floor. You dismount Eddie quickly, collapsing down to all fours so you can reach for your clothes where theyāre bunched under the other side of the couch. As you scramble to your feet, tearing your panties and shorts up your legs, you hear Eddie curse quietly under his breath.Ā
"Gimme a goddamn second!" he snaps, still lying on the ground, lifting his hips and shimmying up his boxers with a level of nonchalance that belies the urgency of the situation.Ā
You climb onto the couch, your chest heaving from adrenaline and exertion as he pops up in front of you, hopping several times to get his tight jeans the rest of the way up. He flops down on the other side, spreading his legs comfortably, seeming content to just let his belt hang open like he canāt be bothered with it. You glance at him skeptically to see heās already looking back at you with the same expression, though his is also tinged with some amusement. It takes you a beat to realize why, but when you do, you rush with prickling panic. Because your topās still rucked up around your collarbone, leaving your bare tits, complete with the new impression of Eddieās teeth, on full display. Miraculously, you manage to yank it down just as the front door knob twists sharply.
And then, to your horror, the door pops right open.
Your jaw goes slack as a guy around your ageā rail thin and pale, dressed in an oversized flannel and a ratty pair of jean shortsā steps into the trailer. Eddie grunts a casual greeting, nodding at the visitor as he lopes up to the couch just as casually, slapping Eddieās lazily outstretched palm like theyāve done this a million times before. Youāre still attempting to process the fact that the front door has been unlocked this entire time when the guy casts a cursory glance your way, his eyes quickly flicking you up and down. You snap your mouth shut, your lips pressing into a flat line as you pull your legs up like they can shield you from his appraisement.
āHey, man,ā Eddie says, cracking his neck to the side. āHow was that rock I hooked you up with last time? Good shit, right?ā
Obviously a customer, then. You try to ignore the exchange, but youāre inescapably conscious of the fact that this guy couldāve walked in on you and Eddie fucking at literally any point in time. That awareness prickles as you shift, trying to mimic Eddieās casual posture, though your attempt fails miserably as you feel a small gush of wet warmth leak between your thighs. You blanch as you realize Eddieās cum is probably dampening your shorts; quickly, you adjust your legs, hoping to conceal the telltale spot. But your traitorous mind canāt help but consider how you likely lookā hair mussed, lips swollen from Eddieās kisses, one strap of your stretched-out tank top sagging down your arm. Like Iāve been totally fucked stupid, you think sourly, casting a flat look toward Eddie who, aside from a sweaty face and lips that are just the slightest bit puffier than before, appears no worse than normal.
Your fingers tap an impatient beat against your knee as you wait, eager for them to finish up so this awkward situation can be over already. The exchange drags on until the guy is finally pocketing his product as Eddie counts his money.Ā
āAlright,ā Eddie says at last, leaning to one side to stuff the bills in his pocket. āPleasure doinā business.ā You hold in a relieved sigh as he jerks his chin up in a nod, flashing his customer a friendly look thatās half warm eyes and half sharp teeth.
The guyās about to turn toward the door when Eddie speaks again, and the feigned innocence in his tone makes your stomach sink.
āOh, shit, almost forgotāā
His ringed hand stretches out, rooting around on the messy side table for a moment before snatching up a ballpoint pen. Your eyes widen in disbelief as he glances behind him, casually reaching up and scratching another line into the wallā drawing everyoneās eyes to the tally marks and, in particular, to the words written above them.
Cum counter.
All you can do is stare at Eddie, utterly at a loss. "Now get the fuck outta here," he says to the guy, his eyes never leaving yours. "My baby's tired, and it's time for her nap."Ā
And that motherfucker smiles at youā so wide his cheek dimples.
Not his whore; not his fuckdoll. His baby. Your heart swells behind your ribs even as your body heats several degrees with mortification; the customerās long gone before you can decide whether to kiss Eddie or kick him.Ā
Itās a decision youāll have to make a lot from now on.
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