#( ᴍɪɴɪ sᴇʀɪᴇs ; ᴘᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏғ ᴛᴡᴏ )

[filthyfluffyfantasies]

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: unprotected p in v, teasing, oral sex, use of petnames for reader/you, breeding k!nk related dirty talk, semi public foreplay, marking, oral sex. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt thirteen - creampie / breeding kink

character | fandom - rockstar!eddie munson | stranger things

reader | original character - female reader, groupie turned girlfriend & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 4.4k

tagging -< taglist here >

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . you and Eddie have reconnected after the one night stand that brought you together years before. bonding with his daughter has made him realize just how much he wants to be a father and he can't think of anybody else he wants to have his kids.. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

Hawkins, Indiana, December 1996

You smile softly to yourself as you pause in the door to Rosie’s bedroom to find Eddie seated on the floor, Rosie seated between his legs as Eddie tries -and fails, at French-braiding her hair, the landline phone cradled between his neck and shoulder.

❝ I’m doing that, Emerson. It’s not workin. Hold on..❞ he turns his attention back to Rosie’s braid and swears to himself as he shakes his head. It’s crooked again and he was trying so hard to get it just right for her. He laughs as he starts to talk to Gareth again, ❝I was trying to braid Rosie’s hair for her. Can’t get it right. Poor kid has my hair, man. It’s too fuckin thick t’ do anything with.❞ Eddie’s statement is enough to make you giggle softly as you step into the room. 

Eddie’s face lights up and he ends the call with Gareth, pulling himself off the floor to make his way over to you. Rosie is squeezing your legs, talking non-stop about how she spent the whole day with daddy and he taught her how to play some game called Dungeons and Dragons.

Eddie chuckles, scooping up the 5 year old as he gives her a peck on her freckled nose. ❝ Your ma was a nerd, sweetheart, she doesn’t know what that is.❞ -and he’s teasing, you know it. You pout a little and give his chest a light smack. Then you smirk. ❝ Since you think I’m so nerdy, Munson..❞ you dig around in the pocket of your leather jacket -his leather jacket, and find the tickets you stopped by the theater in town to pick up, ❝ Then I guess that means you don’t wanna go see Scream with me and the baby bat..❞

❝ Daaaaddy, you hafta say yes. I’ve been waitin a thousand years t’ see it. Please?❞ your daughter is looking up at Eddie, giving him those big begging eyes. Eddie pretends to think it over, both of you know damn well he’d never turn down a horror movie or your daughter’s begging.

❝ Are we sure she should see this, sweetheart?❞ Eddie’s just being a shit now, you laugh softly and Eddie rubs his chin as he continues, ❝ I mean.. This is Wes Craven. It’s gonna be a blood bath.❞

You laugh. ❝ Yeah but it’s also not real. Our daughter’s smart, she knows that.❞ you step up into Eddie a little more, your hand finding purchase in the front of his old Hellfire t-shirt. He’s distracted, staring down at your hand. You clear your throat, ❝ I bumped into Nancy earlier… Apparently, Will is taking both of Rosie’s best friends to see it.. With Mike.❞

Rosie’s really begging now.

Eddie pouts and pretends to be upset. ❝ I thought we talked about this, sweetheart. You were gonna marry daddy, remember? Now you wanna go see a movie with those dumb boys?❞ but Rosie is insisting. She pretends to gag when Eddie mentions the fact that she may or may not have just a little crush on little Johnny Byers or Argie, his best friend.

❝ Eww, daddy! I really meant it, they’re my friends. And if I don’t see it now, Argie’s a blab. He’s just gonna spoil th’ endin.. Pretty please? With cherries an’ chocolate?❞

Eddie snickers. ❝ Yeah, that tracks for him. Okay, alright.. What are we waiting on, huh? Let’s go see Scream.❞

As Rosie runs off to find her favorite jeans and change, you melt against Eddie and wrap your arms around his neck, your lips crashing against his in a long and deep kiss. His hands wander,settling on your ass.

❝ Dungeons and Dragons, babe?❞ you pout at him just a little when the kiss breaks a few seconds later. You’re honestly not upset, you’re just teasing him a little. Watching them together always makes you happy but lately.. Lately, watching him with Rosie has your biological clock ticking all over again. And earlier, when you were talking to one of the girls at work, she mentioned the fact that she thought she might be pregnant. And naturally, that got you daydreaming about another little mini Eddie running around. It made you stop and think too.

Everyone is always asking when you and Eddie will have more -and you do want another kid but honestly, you’ve been afraid to bring up the subject because things are still so new. The two of you only just reconnected. And there were definitely more than a few hiccups, - considering that you had no way to tell him about Rosie until last year, when your paths crossed again for the first time since 1988- and you’re just trying to enjoy everything the way it is.

Besides, you think to yourself as you hug against Eddie and breathe in the scent of his cologne and the faintest hint of those cheap cigarettes he still smokes, what if Eddie doesn’t want another? Am I really willing to mess up everything between the two of you? I’m in love with him and I just found him, I just got him back..

Eddie pulls away to look down at you and snickers at the dazed look on your face as he gets you looking up at him. ❝ What’s got you so spaced out, huh?❞ 

He doesn’t say it but.. He hopes that maybe it’s the same thing he’s spent a lot of time thinking about lately. At first, he thought it was regret, longing to see what he missed out on when you were carrying Rosie. But then, while you were snuggled up in the bed reading The Shining to her, as he stood in the doorway watching the two of you, it hit him like a ton of bricks.

He wants more kids. He wants you to be their mom. He wants a big family and he doesn’t want Rosie to be an only child like he grew up. He wants her to have the actual younger siblings that he formed Hellfire specifically to find for himself back in high school.

The problem is, he’s afraid that bringing it up now, that’s going to be too soon. And he’s driving himself crazy over it because the harder he tries not to bring it up, the more he almost does.

He almost blurted it out this morning over breakfast. Twice.

You’re the one laughing now, cupping his stubble lined jaw to get him looking down at you. You’re biting your lip as you stare up at him. Every cell in your body is dying to say something, to bring up the subject and see how he takes it but you’re also a little scared. 

❝ N-nothing.. I wasn’t the only one spaced out, Munson.❞ you mumble, swallowing hard as you melt into him just a little more. ❝ Where were you at just now, hm?❞ you’re turning the whole thing around on him because you know if you don’t, you will blurt it out.

He chuckles, a ringed hand caressing your face before kissing your forehead. ❝ You’re spacing me out, woman.. If we’re gonna go see this movie..❞ he drops his voice to a husky whisper, ❝ you might want t’ go get ready.. Before I change my mind and take you to bed..❞

You whimper quietly as he drags his tongue around the shell of your ear. Reluctantly, you pry yourself off of him and make your way down into the bedroom you’re both sharing to change.

Eddie takes several shaky breaths and leans against the wall. ❝ Emerson doesn’t know what he’s talkin about. It’s not like I can just blurt out the fact that I wanna knock her up, that I think she’s even more sexy when she’s pregnant and I wanna have more kids, there’s a time and place t’ say that shit..❞

Laughter from the doorway of Rosie’s bedroom has Eddie wanting to disappear into the floor. Rosie’s looking up at him, big doe eyes shining in mischief. She pushes the door closed behind her quietly.

Eddie tries to act as if she probably didn’t just hear every single word he said. ❝ You uh.. We all ready now, baby bat?❞

Rosie nods. After a little digging, she finds the pair of Vans she’s currently always wearing, red and black. She holds them out to Eddie. Eddie goes down on one knee, slipping the shoes onto her feet, pretending that they’re a glass slipper, making a fuss when the shoe fits her foot perfectly. She throws her arms around his neck and he breathes in the sweet and clean smell of his little girl. Every time he thinks he can’t possibly love her more, he’s proven wrong.

Even when she’s being every bit as hard-headed as he is.

The hug breaks and Rosie giggles. ❝ I wished for a little brother on my birthday candle… Remember when you were askin me what I wished for?❞ Rosie goes quiet. She’s fiddling with the sleeve edges on her favorite black longsleeve. It’s a Corroded Coffin shirt from the last music festival Eddie tagged you and Rosie along to before Corroded Coffin finally declared they were done, they were retiring to go out on a high note.

Eddie lightly grips his little girl’s jaw. ❝ You did, huh?❞ he asks. Rosie nods quietly. Drops her gaze and shuffles her feet against the bedroom floor. ❝ It’s just.. I’m glad you’re my daddy and I love mama but.. I don’t have anybody t’ play with when Argie and Johnny are being stupid.❞

Eddie nods. Fluffing at his daughter’s hair as he chuckles. ❝ Well, it was a birthday wish. Those do have a lotta power, baby bat.❞ 

Rosie smiles and throws her arms around him again, you step into the room just in time to watch the little moment. To have overheard the little conversation between father and daughter. Eddie’s reaction was so vague that you’re not sure whether it’s a good idea to tell him Rosie isn’t the only one who wants Rosie to have a baby brother or sister.. You study the two for a few seconds and laugh. ❝ Okay, you two conspiring against me already?❞ you joke and Eddie smirks. ❝ Maybe we were, babe.❞

❝ I’m gonna go play with my Legos in th’ living  room. Can I watch MTV?❞ Rosie asks. Both of you nod and Rosie goes into the living room to play. This leaves you both alone together in some thick tension.

At first, neither of you seems willing to shatter it. But Eddie can’t take it a second longer and this results in him, exploding in a passionate rant as he paces the bedroom until you think he’ll pace a hole right through the floor.

You choke on air when you hear him say that while he thinks you’re sexy, he thinks you’d be even sexier if he knocked you up but then he throws up his hands and swears in frustration because he didn’t mean for that to be the first thing he blurted out in regards to having another kid, wanting a small army of kids with you. You’re stunned. Jaw dropped, eyes wide as you watch him have his little rant and stay quiet because you’re still frantically trying to process.

❝ And I just… I never thought me, I.. Eddie Munson, would be sayin this shit. T’ anybody. Ever. But damn it,❞ Eddie trails off, going quiet as he takes a few deep breaths, ❝ I can’t even look at you lately without imagining you pregnant. All our kids rushing around the house, chaos every morning.. I want this and if you don’t..❞ but you cut off his words by climbing into his lap as you cup his face with both hands and kiss him until you feel his mind starting to quiet down, his hands roaming all over your body. When he squeezes your ass and rocks you right over the way he’s strained almost painfully against the faded jeans he’s wearing, you whine against the shell of his ear, ❝ You’re not playing very fair right now, Eddie..❞ and he just chuckles. You lean into his ear, melting against him as you mutter softly, ❝ I want all of that too.. You were saying you want to fuck a baby into me later, I didn’t hear you wrong.. Right?❞

He growls quietly. Groaning as you bare down against the way his cock is hard enough to push against the zipper of his jeans. He nips at your neck roughly and his hands settle on your ass, squeezing. He’s guiding you back and forth over his lap and you whine, nipping at  the way the tip of his spider tattoo just barely peeks out over the neckline of his t-shirt. ❝ That feel like a misunderstandin’, sweetheart?❞ he asks quietly as he stares up at you. You bite your lip and whine, the friction you were getting has slowed down drastically and you want it back. You’re desperate to get it back.

❝ How soon?❞ he asks a few seconds later. Your hand fists the front of his shirt and you pull him against you, your mouth just barely grazing against his as you laugh softly. ❝ Tonight. I.. I wanna start trying tonight.❞

❝Fuck.❞ he groans out as you rock yourself against the way he’s strained at his jeans all over again. His breath catches in his throat and he grabs your ass roughly just to slow you down because if he doesn’t, he’s going to make a mess of himself right here, right now. He leans into you and nips at your neck after he’s nosed some hair out of his way. ❝ It’s a date, sweetheart. Think you’ll be able t’ keep your hands off me ‘til then?❞ and the gleam in his eye tells you that this is a challenge.

That you’re in for it, Eddie is going to do everything in his power to make you cave…

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It’s just getting to the part where Billy’s about to reveal the truth to Sidney when you feel the cool metal of Eddie’s rings against the inside of your thigh. You can feel your entire body as it heats up. You shoot him a little pout and some side-eye, but he smirks. Slips his hand off your thigh to grab himself some popcorn after he mumbles ❝The bucket is in your lap, woman.. You expect me to control myself?❞ and pouts right back.

Rosie is sitting in the row right in front of you both with her friends, their eyes glued to the screen, a hand paused midway to her mouth to take a bite of popcorn she hasn’t taken in over three minutes. 

Eddie’s hand creeps higher, a finger dragging ever-so-slowly right up your center. He chuckles when you squirm and shift around just a little in your seat. As his finger drags over you again, your legs clamp together, holding his hand between your thighs. 

Your ears feel like they’re on fire. Eddie bites his lip when the two of you lock eyes, two long fingers pushing the soaked fabric to the side as they make contact with your bare cunt. You shiver before you can stop yourself. Shoot Eddie a dirty look and nod to an usher that’s just wandered in, flashlight in hand.

Eddie leans into you, breath warm against the shell of your ear as he whispers quietly, ❝Fuck.❞ breathing heavily as he raises the fingers he just had buried in your dripping cunt to his lips, licking them clean as he holds your gaze. You bite back a whine and he leans back into you, whispering quietly, ❝I can’t fuckin wait to fill up your pretty little pussy when we get back home, babe..❞ as he grabs your wrist and guides your hand to his lap, letting you palm at the way he’s strained through his jeans. You bite back another whine, helpless.

❝Eddie.❞ you whine, helpless. Soaked through in seconds. He chuckles. Your hand ghosts over the bulge strained against black jeans and he bites his bottom lip. Both of you glance at the seat in front of you to make sure Rosie is okay. She’s arguing with Argie in a hushed tone about who the killer is, throwing her hand in his face when he insists a second time that it has to be Randy. She thinks it’s Billy, Sidney Prescott’s boyfriend.

After you’ve made sure Rosie isn’t too scared, Eddie turns his attention back to teasing you. Bucking himself up into you as you continue to clumsily palm at the bulge in his jeans. His head falls back against the seat and he bites back the urge to groan as you drag a finger over the zipper of his jeans slowly. He leans into you to whisper ❝Fuck, sweetheart.. All this teasin me is only gonna get you in real trouble.❞ against the shell of your ear. You lean into him to mumble back quietly, ❝Oh? Maybe I like the  sound of that, Eddie. Maybe that’s what I want.❞

The movie is coming to an end. Rosie’s triumphant outburst from the seat in front of you when the killers reveal themselves -and Johnny Byers arguing with Argie about her being right all along, is accompanied by snickering from Will, Mike and Jane. As the lights begin to come on, you pout a little to yourself but you pull your hand away from Eddie’s lap. You don’t even mind that you both missed huge parts of the movie, your heart is racing  as the two of you file out of your row and wait by the door leading out of the theater room for Rosie and her friends to come out so the two of you can take Rosie home.

❝Can’t wait to get you home, sweetheart.❞ Eddie laughs quietly as he scoops up Rosie when she starts to yawn and then slips his other arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side closer. You look up at him and bite your lip suggestively, squeaking just a little when Eddie’s hand wanders down, giving your ass a little squeeze.

As Rosie drifts off to sleep in the backseat of your car, Eddie takes a hand off the steering wheel and skims it right up the inside of your thighs, growling before he can stop himself when he feels just how much slicker your thighs have gotten. You slip your hand into his lap and he bucks against it as you palm at the way he’s hard enough to break through his jeans and only getting harder. You’re five minutes away from home but it might as well be five thousand years and it feels like the drive is only getting longer.

Eddie’s fingers brush past the soaked barrier of your panties and bury inside of you and you give the inside of his thigh a squeeze as you just barely gasp. ❝Almost time, sweetheart..❞ he chuckles quietly as he turns down the street you live on..

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You’ve both just finished tucking Rosie into bed. Eddie turns on Rosie’s Scooby Doo nightlight and tucks her favorite stuffed animal into bed with her. As the two of you step out into the hallway, your back meets the closed door with a soft thud as Eddie’s restraint vanishes in a split second. His hands are all over you, finally settling on your ass as he lifts you up. You wrap your legs around him and he rocks himself into you, making you whine.

❝Ready for bed, sweetheart?❞ he asks the question in a breathy whisper as he nips his way down your neck. You whimper and rub yourself against him, needy. His mouth finds yours as he carries you down the hallway, navigating forgotten toys, a box or two from his old apartment in California and other obstacles that crowd the hallway with ease. He kicks the bedroom door open carefully and steps inside with you. Clothing that litters the top of the dresser is swept off and he sits you down in the space he’s just made, eyes gleaming as the kiss breaks, a strand of saliva between your mouths keeping you connected. You’re rocking against him and moaning out his name, shaky hands tugging the old Hellfire t-shirt up over his head as he strips off your crop top and slips his finger beneath the back of your bra, unhooking the clasps with ease and speed. 

The clothing settles in a pile on the floor and he leans into you, pushing you up against the wall behind the dresser, his mouth moving down your body. He pauses at your belly button to stare up at you, tugging down your panties. You reach out and work the jeans and boxers he’s wearing down and he steps out of them, kicking them to the side. That cute little denim mini skirt you’ve been wearing is pushed up to your hips as Eddie gets caught up in the moment and decides that he can’t wait another second, he has to taste you now. He sinks down in front of you, your legs settling over his shoulder as his mouth moves up the soft dough of your thighs, licking clean the mess he’s made. Your hands tug at his hair and grip the edge of the dresser as he pushes your legs apart a little better and buries his tongue and three fingers inside your drippy cunt. Groaning as the taste of you fills his mouth. ❝C’mon, princess.. Pull harder.❞ he moans out against your sex, fingers pumping into you as his tongue swirls. You rock yourself towards his mouth and he chuckles. ❝Thatta girl.. Gettin’ nice and wet for me..❞

You can feel your orgasm building, prepared to wreck you and you tug his hair a little harder. Eddie pauses and you pout. He stares up at the way you’re about to come completely apart for him and bites his lip, ❝You’re gonna be so fuckin cute all knocked up, princess.❞ he mutters quietly and you whine, begging for him. ❝Eddie,❞ you plead, ❝I-I.. I need you now.❞

❝Not until you give me what y’ know I want, princess.❞ Eddie’s permission to get off needs no further explanation and your orgasm rips through you, soaking his tongue and fingers as he growls quietly, the taste of you filling his mouth. He raises up again, his mouth conquering your mouth as he ruts into you while scooping you off the dresser to toss you gently onto the bed. He follows suit, your bodies tangled.

Touching. Biting. Kissing. He’s marked you up, hickies and bite marks litter your skin from neck to cunt, there are even a few sore bruises lining up the inside of your thighs. 

He lines his cock up with your throbbing cunt, dragging the head down your center. When you shiver because it feels so good, he chuckles against your ear. ❝I’m gonna fuck a baby into you, sweetheart. You gonna be a good girl and take it f’ me?❞ his voice is sex, gravel and velvet all in one as he asks the question. It’s so different than the sweet things he usually says that you’re whimpering, begging him to do it, to take you already. 

He thrusts into you slow. It’s an agonizing pace and you can feel every single inch, every vein that runs through his thick cock as he pushes into you. His hips beat against yours hard enough to bruise and he’s got you caged in beneath his body, his mouth all over you. You meet every one of his thrusts eagerly and when he comes to a stop, you whine about it.

❝You feel so fuckin good, sweetheart. Your pussy clenches around me so fuckin tight.❞ Eddie growls out, ❝Can’t wait t’ fill you up.❞ as he fucks into you slower. At one point, he has to reach out an arm and push the headboard against the wall so it’ll stop banging at it. But the way you squeeze him feels so good and you’re so wet that a minute or two later, he’s fucking at you faster and he’s used his grip on your hip for leverage, angling your hips upward just a little, bottoming out. You’re seeing stars as another orgasm builds, stopped at the brink every single time Eddie feels you tense and dig your nails in his back. 

❝Fuck, princess. –ah shit, I can’t..❞ he groans out against your neck, ❝I’m gonna cum, shit. You feel too good, sweetheart.❞ and you whine, begging for it. It’s so hot that Eddie’s thrusts speed up, fucking into you faster and deeper, hips stammering as his orgasm shatters through and biting at your neck as this prompts you to pull him even deeper inside by wrapping your legs around his waist. His forehead finds your own as his thrusts slow down and he presses soft little kisses against your mouth and cheeks. ❝I love you.❞ is said in unison, the two of you laughing softly in the dark about it because if there’s one thing you’re both good at it’s doing everything perfectly right BUT.. completely backwards.

Eddie’s still fucking into you, slow and steady. ❝Don’t wanna stop, princess. Your pussy feels sooo fucking good wrapped around my cock.❞

When he’s finally finished fucking the seed that leaked out back into you, he rolls the two of you so that you’re on top. You’re both yawning now, sleepy kisses are landing against each other’s skin as he removes one of his hands from your ass to cup your cheek, dragging his thumb across. ❝Wanna go t’ sleep just like this.❞

❝Me too, baby. I love the way you feel inside me.❞ you drawl, sleep making you stumble over words, making your voice all dreamy as the two of you drift off…

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[filthyfluffyfantasies]

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: a/b/o dynamics a little less subtly -read, poorly, hinted at by writer, use of pet names ( little one, pretty little thing, etc), hints at a breeding kink / knotting is mentioned, mate marks/biting, p in v sex - unprotected, fuck or die trope -also probably v. poorly written, dominant!Eddie, but make it soft and gentle. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt seventeen - a/b/o ( told in two parts )

character | fandom - alpha!werewolf!eddie munson | stranger things

reader | original character - female reader, omega & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 2k.

tagging - < taglist here >

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . eddie's taken you back to his cabin to keep you safe. when you slip into the throes of heat fever, it just might turn into a fuck or die situation but sweeter/gentler...✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

❝ Sweetheart...❞ Eddie’s husky laugh rouses you from a feverish sleep. You whimper quietly, everything aches and you're so damn hot you feel like at any second you'll burst into flames. He's sitting at the edge of the bed, one arm over your body partially caging you in. ❝There ya go. Good girl. Open those pretty eyes f' me.❞ he coaxes as you start to wake up a little better. 

The hearty scent of home cooked stew hangs heavy in the air and for just a second, your hunger competes with the burning desire you feel towards your newly found Alpha. I-I.. I need him closer, you think to yourself, surprised when the thought unspoken is answered by Eddie gingerly pulling back the scratchy olive colored blanket he placed over your body before leaving. As he arranges himself next to you, he chuckles quietly.

❝ Your mind..its uh..kinda loud, sweetheart.❞ he explains as he lets you settle in next to him.

❝ Oh. I,uh..I'm sorry.❞ you apologize and he chuckles again. ❝ Don't apologize, angel.❞ he smiles at you.

Long, thin fingers skim over your sides as he nuzzles his nose against your neck. Inhaling slow and deep. Your scent is enough to bowl him over, he's just barely holding on to restraint. Sharp fangs prick at his gums, begging to come out. 

When he groans against your neck and pulls you into him even closer, you make the cutest little filthy sound for him.

❝Wanna mark you, little one.❞ he murmurs, soft as silk and rough as gravel against your soft, hot skin. His hips snap against you and as soon as you feel the way his cock pushes and pulses, straining against dark denim, you moan. Rock yourself right back against him and the way he's still growing, still getting hard. ❝ So do it.❞ you gasp out, breathy little sighs that hang in the air between you both. He chuckles. ❝ I could. I could do it, easy.❞ he's pushed you flat against the bed and settled himself over you, his torso keeping your legs spread. And the sight of the slick as it gushes down your thighs, that has him growling all over again as a thick tongue drags over plush and dark pink lips. ❝ If I do this,❞ he locks eyes with you, doe eyes take on a somber cast, ❝ You’re mine. All mine.❞

❝ I-I..❞ you're begging, you arch yourself up into him, grabbing his strong jaw to make him look down at you, ❝ I wanna be yours.❞ and he laughs, shakes his head. ❝ You barely know me, sweetheart. And I got nothin t' offer. I'm an alpha with no pack.❞

❝ I don't care. I belong to you.❞ you insist, rubbing yourself against him more urgently. You're so needy, so responsive. Dripping so bad already that there's a huge puddle pooling beneath you. You're showing him your neck, a sign you’re willing -and ready,more than ready, to submit yourself, give yourself to him.Doe eyes train on the soft skin revealed to him. Taunting him.

His fangs push through. ❝ This might sting a little, doll.❞ he mutters, smooth as silk against the shell of your ear as his tongue drags hot against your racing pulse, ❝ But I’m gonna take real good care of you, I swear to Ozzy..❞ and his fangs sink into your neck, piercing your skin. Marking his territory for the world to see. He growls, thrust completely into the throe of rut as he rocks himself against you and when he pulls away to admire his handiwork, you whine in need, missing the rush of the bond, craving the flood of intimacy, the connection you felt as he marked you his own.

❝ Sweetheart..❞ he pauses, begins to protest as soon as the reality of the situation settles over him, breathless and helpless; still rutting himself into you fully-clothed, ❝ We gotta slow down. Think about it, okay... This is kinda permanent. If you're not sure, it's not too late t' stop before..❞ he’s trying to remind you that to be saddled with him is permanent and it’s not a choice to be made in the throes of heat or rut. Not that I won’t happily take it, he thinks to himself, his nose buried deep in your neck, rough lips smoothing over the mate-bite that he gave you, But I just wanna make sure she knows she’s stuck with me. Forever. Because I won’t let her go. I’ll have t’ die first.

He’s seen the mate bond be broken before, it wasn’t pretty. His poor uncle nearly lost his goddamn mind when his mother chose his uncle’s brother -his so-called father, over him. 

But you won’t be swayed. You reach up, soft and delicate hand gripping a strong jaw lined with stubble. ❝ It’s what I want, more than anything. Please?❞ you beg, your thumb rolling over his cheek and resting in the center of a full bottom lip as you arch yourself towards him even closer. Your breathy whisper is enchanting, especially considering you’re saying everything he’s always wanted to hear.

A rough hand finds it’s resting spot against your soft cheek as Eddie ponders what you’re saying. ❝ You barely know me. I barely know you. How’s this supposed t’ work, huh? Answer that one, sweetheart.❞

❝ It will. It has to. I’ve been searching for this…❞ you pause and take a deep breath, ❝ For you, I mean.. Since I was a little girl. I know enough, okay? I know what I want. I want you. I want our bond.❞ you insist. 

Eddie swallows hard, this still doesn’t rid him of the massive lump in his throat. It doesn’t rid doe eyes of the way they tear up because what you’re saying is something he’s always longed to hear. It’s something his uncle -the wolf who raised him, always swore would finally happen to him one day.

And it’s finally happening.

And here you are, he thinks to himself, trying to fight it off. Are you really that damn stupid?

No. The answer is no. And you’ve managed to entangle your body with his, his larger frame engulfing yours in the bed that’s just barely big enough to hold him. He can feel your heart, it’s calm and reassuring thudthud thud thud as your breathing syncs up to his. 

You find yourself pinned below the lanky body of your handsome mate and you’re staring up. His ponytail has started to fall, thick dark hair springs free from a simple brown hair elastic. Your tongue dances behind your lips. He’s not close enough for your liking so you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him down on top of you completely. This is met with a growl. Eddie can feel the knot beginning to form, his rut taking over completely. This clouds his thoughts.

But he knows what he wants.

And he knows that you want it too.

Be an actual Alpha, goddamn it. Take what you know belongs to you. - this particular thought comes in the form of his late father, all the teasing and torment because Eddie wasn’t like the other boys in his old pack. He was sweeter. Quieter. More observant and sensitive.

It’s enough to make him contradict himself, but only for a split second, because the scent of you amps up, all sweet and ripe. He pauses as it hits him and he needs a few seconds to process.. Your scent isn’t diluted. It’s pure and it’s strong.

This prompts the question he finally asks a second later, voice all velvet, gravel and sex against the shell of your ear as he snaps his hips into you in a frenzy and one of his hands lingers at the thin pair of panties you’ve soaked through beneath the Iron Maiden t-shirt he changed you into because it was something with his scent all over it and he didn’t want your fever getting any worse.

❝ Have you uh..❞ he pauses, - Christ, this is crazy, there’s no way this isn’t a dream, I’m losing my fucking mind, leaving full lips as he tries to focus enough to continue his question, ❝ Have y’ ever done anythin’?❞

You swallow hard. Laughing softly at what he’s just said. A shy and soft little smile as you shake your head no at him. ❝ I told you, Alpha. I’ve been waiting. My ma..❞ you go quiet for a second or two, ❝ She always told me that true mate bonds were real and I wanted that instead ‘f settling. Broken heart killed her, sadly..❞ you laugh quietly and shake your head, ❝ Guess I shoulda given up but honestly, I didn’t wanna. I never..❞ you’re squirming, nervous beneath his intent stare. 

His face is moving closer to your own, close enough that his rough lips brush your soft ones. A large hand palms at your hip, squeezing as if he’s making a last ditch effort to center himself.  ❝ Never what, pretty girl? C’mon❞ he coaxes, ❝ Tell me, sweetheart. Finish th’ sentence.❞

❝ I..❞ your breath catches because he’s rutting himself into you faster. Every single time his cock brushes against your body, it sends a painful throb straight through your core. Every single time this happens, you can feel the slick coating your thighs get even more slippery. It’s hard to think about anything beyond letting him knot you, re-open the mate bite in your neck and make the whole process permanent and proper. It’s difficult but you’re trying. ❝ Please, I–❞ you beg for him to slow down just a little and Eddie just barely manages pulling himself together. You take a deep breath and continue to speak, ❝ I never clicked with anybody else… Like this.. I didn’t want ‘em as much as I wanted you when I saw you.❞

❝ Fuck.❞ it leaves his mouth in a breathy groan and any restraint he had left is completely gone. He knows you’re being completely honest but he has to ask again. He needs to hear you say it one more time. ❝ You’re a.. You’ve never… oh fuck..❞ he chuckles quietly as your little nod confirms what he already suspected. 

You’re untouched. You’re his and his alone.

❝ P-please?❞ you beg, arching yourself up into him as you raise a hand and it catches in thick dark curls to tug. Any restraint Eddie had left is gone in a split second. It’s gone and Eddie doesn’t want it back.

❝ Don’t let me hurt ya.❞ he mumbles, soft as silk as his mouth crashes against yours, a tongue parting your soft lips and taking dominance over your own. It’s dominance you give over willingly. You nod. Begging for it, pleading. Telling him how much you want to take his knot.

His hand slips down between the two of you, long and thin digits slipping into your soaked sex after he’s torn off your panties and let them hit the floor of his bedroom. First the one, and it’s careful. A little too careful until you start to rock yourself over it and he can feel how velvet soft you feel on the inside, how hot and wet you are and he needs more. Like a drug. A second finger joins the first, and you gasp because you feel a little more stretched now. A little more full. You whine, the sound needy as it punctures the heavy breathing and quiet noises in the room. Eddie melts down into you and this time, when his fangs prick at his gums to re-appear, there’s no split second’s panic. It happens. He adds a third finger, groaning aloud ❝ Y’ feel s’ fuckin good, sweetheart. So goddamn sweet.❞ as you’re stretched even more. You slip a hand between your bodies and give a tug to the waistband of his faded jeans, looking up at him with begging in your eyes as you dance your finger up his happy trail and bite your bottom lip.

He chuckles, it’s a hearty sound. Doe eyes fix on your hand and he gulps. His heart is racing, about to pound right out of his chest. ❝ Patience isn’t your thing, hm?❞ he teases gently. You nod in agreement. He pulls away, but it’s just so he can pull off his pants. As his thick cock springs free, long and veiny with an angry red tip and the knot fully formed, your eyes widen almost comically. ❝ Changin’ your mind on me, sweetheart?❞ he questions.

You shake your head as you swallow hard. You’re reaching for his body, whining in need and he can’t deny you anything so he slips back onto the bed, body parting your legs to spread them wide for him. Rough hands catch in the bottom of his Iron Maiden t-shirt and it’s tugged away from your soft little body, tossed out into the room over Eddie’s shoulder. He sinks down into your body, his nose brushing silk soft strands of hair away from your neck as the tip of his cock pushes against your throbbing cunt, teasing at entry. His fangs sink into the mate mark, digging into soft flesh even deeper this time as his hand slips down between your bodies and circles his cock, lining it up with your weeping cunt.

You tense up from head to toe as his cock stretches you out and inch after inch disappears inside you until you’d almost swear you feel the tip touch your cervix. Eddie happens to glance down just a second or two, catching sight of the way his cock pushes against your tummy from the inside. And he’s growling against your neck. 

You wince as the knot buries inside you, locking the two of you together until he’s given you every last drop of his seed and he can’t keep going. Your nails dig against his skin, dragging up and down his back as your legs squeeze either side of his body. He’s still at first, just letting his thick length sit inside you so maybe you stretch to accommodate him just a little better and it doesn’t feel like he’s ripping you apart from the inside. But the pain melts away and you start to rock yourself against him, your tits pushing against his chest.

Your heart is beating exactly as fast as his own is right now. The more you thrust yourself against him, the wetter you get until he can feel his cock coated in your juices. His hand settles on your hip and he brings you to a gradual stop, lips against your forehead. ❝ I wanna take my time with you, pretty little thing. Let me.❞ he coaxes as he starts to fuck into you at a much slower pace. You’re obedient, but you whine about it. As the bite deepens, you’re overwhelmed by the rush, the way his emotions and thoughts and yours mix together and flood you, driving you straight into euphoria. You cling to him and he starts to fuck into you just a little faster, both hands on your hips to keep you still as he does it. 

❝ I-I..❞ you gasp quietly, ❝ I wanna get on top, let me please? I.. I wanna ride you.❞ you beg. Eddie flips you so that he’s pinned below you and you’re topping him, his hands straight to your hips as he picks you up and slams you down onto his cock. When he bottoms out three times in a row, you’re whining, his name falling out of your mouth like a wanton prayer.

You’re so goddamn tight, your cunt squeezes his length way too damn good. He comes to a stop because if he doesn’t, he’s going to explode, he’s going to fill you full before he’s really done with you for the time being. His eyes flutter open and closed and you stare  down at him in awe as he fucks up into you slow and steady. Your knuckles are white against the headboard you’ve reached out to grab just to keep yourself upright. 

He’s staring up at you, a hand leaving his hip to cup your breasts, squeezing at them. When he pulls himself up into a sitting position and your legs wrap around his waist, this drives him in even deeper, cockhead striking against soft and spongy walls. He’s growling your name over and over, one hand squeezing your hip to guide you up and down on his cock and the other hand cupping one of your breasts as his lips latch on. 

But he can’t hold off much longer. And when you start to beg him to let go -and to allow you to let go, he can’t possibly tell you no. He knows he’s fucked already, he’ll never be able to refuse you anything you want. 

❝ Sweetheart, oh fuck..❞ he groans against your healing mate-bite quietly, ❝ Gonna fill y’ up.❞ as the high of a shared orgasm hits you both and it leaves you clinging to him, fucked dumb and whining as he fucks himself sloppily into you, through his orgasm. 

The knot is gone and both of you could move a few minutes later, but neither of you makes an effort, you’re both too busy touching and kissing, talking to each other in quiet whispers as you cling to each other.

Two halves have become whole. And neither of you ever wants to be apart from the other ever again. 

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✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: dark subject matter/ writer has never written dark filth before, dub-con -ie, you want it to start with but you're scared by the end, knifeplay, mentions of blood/biting, bondage, tit-fucking, home porno/sex tape, unprotected pinv, dacryophilia, name-calling, threatening behavior, choking, rough sex, oral sex, body fluids ( blood, just a little and semen), references to murder / murderous thoughts -because a psychopath doesn't just magically stop being one because he's railing you and a poorly executed roleplay situation / sexual situation between two people -hey they remembered to use a safeword.. If any of this makes you squeamish, do.not.read. I'm not kidding. This is darker than I tend to get, I haven't ever tried dark fic before and i don't know how I feel about it.. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt eight - on camera ( sequel to the virginity prompt )

character | fandom - charlie walker | scream movie series

reader | original character - female reader, girlfriend & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 3378k

tagging -<taglist here >

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . a heated makeout turned x-rated home movie. yeah, it's safe to say charlie's corrupted you at this point. but will you turn to the dark side indefinitely or will this be your wake-up call?✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

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It all starts innocently enough. Things are getting heated, you are down to your favorite black lace bra and panties, Charlie is down to his boxers, the black silk ones. His breath warm against your ear as he groaned your name over and over like a prayer, rutted into you with reckless abandon.

He stops and raises up, pulling away from you just slightly. As he stares down at you, you pout up at him. ❝ Something wrong, baby?❞ you ask quietly. You attempt to pull him down on top of you all over again. He shakes his head, laughs softly and leans back down, settling himself on top of you all over again. Lips dancing distracted against warm,soft skin. 

❝ You trust me, right?❞ bright blue eyes fix on you, intent. Waiting. You laugh quietly and bite your bottom lip as the laughter dies away and you begin to pick up on the fact that he’s seriously expecting an answer. ❝ Well, yeah.. I mean.. Wait, why are you asking me this,hm?❞ you question, pulling away from him a little to really look at him when he leans in, tries to distract you by sucking on your neck.

That’s not going to work this time.

❝ I wanna..❞ he’s gasping, you’ve slipped your hand down the front of his boxers and you’re pumping his cock. He bites his lip, his head falls back. His hand lowers, unwrapping your hand from him. You pout to yourself, look up at him with a brow raised. ❝ Yeah? What do you wanna do, baby?❞

He laughs. The sound is deep, a rumble risen up from his chest. Blue eyes flit you, it’s almost predatory, you think to yourself, the way he looks at me most of the time. Like I’m his prey. But the thought is quickly shoved out of your head, cast aside in favor of getting to the bottom of whatever he’s trying to ask.

He raises a hand, that hand catches in his hair and he tugs at it a little, frustrated. The idea’s been plaguing him for weeks now. He’s gotten to a point where it’s all he can think about anymore.

Recording the two of you having sex so that he can watch it, he can see you, nude and coming undone pinned beneath him, anytime he wants. He wants to push the boundaries. See how far you’re willing to go for him.

❝ I wanna film.. Y’know.. Us.❞ Charlie gestures to the video camera sitting on his nightstand in frustration when the words hang,get caught up and refuse to come as easily as he’d like them to. At first, you’re confused. He can look down at you and tell. ❝ Nevermind.❞ he starts to backtrack, thinking maybe it was a dumb idea after all, but you shake your head. ❝ N-no.. No, I’d.. I wanna.❞ you speak up, pulling him down into you, dragging your tongue over the spot on his neck that you know drives him crazy. He shivers, rutting himself into you all over again, clumsier. Your answer still hasn’t processed.

❝ Wait.. Were you being serious?❞ he asks a few seconds later as he frees you from the confines of your bra. You look up at him, eyes so full of trust and adoration. He can’t help but feel a flutter, small and fleeting and buried deep underneath the nothingness that’s a constant. 

❝ Yeah.❞ you answer, ❝ Yeah, I think I was. I.. there’s actually something I wanted to ask you too..❞

He chuckles quietly. It’s probably something innocent, he thinks, only to blink in surprise when the next thing to come out of your mouth is you asking if he’ll try choking you.. Talking a little dirtier and pulling your hair.

Apparently, you’ve been reading one of your novels again and there’s a specific scene in it that did it for you. He listens to you carefully as you list out what you’re willing to try.

❝ Babe..❞ he caresses your cheek, rutting into you harder so you can feel what your detailed fantasy is doing to him. Then he’s quiet, looking at you in hesitation. ❝ Are you sure?❞ he asks, because some of the stuff you’re willing to try just doesn’t sound like you’ll actually enjoy it.

Not you, his sweet little thing.

But the pedestal he’s held you on since the two of you started dating is crashing down now.

 You nod. You plead, adding the caveat that if it makes him uncomfortable, maybe you two could agree to a safeword.

❝ You’re sure..❞ he questions again for a sixth time. Oh I'll definitely enjoy this. But I don't think she realizes what she's gotten into. - the thought comes, it's closely accompanied by mental imagery, you tied up with panties stuffed into your mouth and totally at his mercy.

You nod, little to no hesitation on your end of the conversation.  You can't help but think about how fun it'll be, pretending to be his helpless victim, letting him do whatever he wants. It's been all you can think about for weeks. 

You pull his mouth against your own as you grab him by the wrist and guide his hand down into your panties. ❝Does that feel like I’m not sure or I don’t wanna do this, baby?❞ and he chuckles. Sliding a finger between your folds, pulling you into a biting kiss as soon as he feels the way you shiver, your tits against his chest as you arch yourself up into him just to get closer. 

❝ Charlie, please?❞ you beg.

He chuckles, pulling away from you to reach out for the nightstand. ❝ We’re really doing this.❞

You nod, wavy hair bouncing. ❝ The safeword is pizza?❞

Charlie mulls it over, nodding in agreement. As he turns the camcorder over in his hands, he takes a deep breath. Because you’re completely unaware that some of the things you’ve just begged him to do are things he’s secretly fantasized about. It's gonna feel so fucking good to tie her up, choke her while I fuck that pretty little pussy until she's begging me to stop. - he thinks, clenching his hand at the thought of wrapping it around your throat. Squeezing until there's fear in your eyes.

❝Right. Pizza❞ - he’s doing a very good job at pretending to be wary about all of this but deep down, he can’t wait.

His eyes settle on the knife’s tip, just barely peeking out from beneath the dresser where he stashed it the night before. I can’t kill her. I’ve tried once already, look where that wound up. I now have a girlfriend. - the thought is followed closely by another, And I can’t let her figure out how twisted I’m willing to get or how much I enjoy it, either. Not yet.

But the thought of dragging the edge of the sharp blade up and down the butter soft skin inside your thighs is beyond tempting, the thought of biting down into that skin until he nearly draws blood, even more tempting.. You told him you wanted to try this. You’re aware of what you’re getting yourself into. You agreed on a safeword.

He’s just a little concerned he won’t be able to hold back if that dark side surfaces.

❝ Guess I should set up the camera…❞ he muses quietly, still shocked you even want to try this in the first place. 

He slips off the bed and makes his way over to the dresser, placing the camcorder onto it after he’s checked the battery life and turned it on to start recording. While he’s standing there, he finds two old ties in his sock drawer and he turns them over in his hands, staring at them for a second or two.

You did say something about the guy in your book tying up his girl…Among other things, he thinks to himself.

He makes his way back over to the bed and since you've taken it upon yourself to sit up, he shoves you back down. The small recorder in his hand is sat upon the dresser as he focuses bright blue eyes on you.

A shiver races through your body as you stare up at him, gulping.

The solemness usually found in your boyfriends gaze is absent, replaced by something you can't figure out. Something that manages to both turn you on and scare you in equal measure. 

Your breath hangs in your throat as he binds your hands to the headboard. The kiss he gives is rough. You can feel his teeth nip roughly at your lower lip and his hand slides up your wet inner thigh. With a light smack to your sensitive sex, he chuckles into your mouth. The sound is dark and dangerous as he pulls away from your face and stares down at you thoughtfully. 

❝ Look at you, pretty little thing.. all alone, tied up and totally at my mercy.❞ he moves onto the bed, thick cock sliding between the valley of your breasts, tit-fucking you as he reaches back without breaking the gaze and thin fingers bury in your tight cunt, fucking into you just slow enough that you shiver all over and plead for his cock.

❝ Maybe if you show me just how much you'd like to survive..❞  his cock is thrusting between your tits a little faster now, his fingers forcefully shoved deep inside you. He growls quietly and this is followed by a sinister laugh. ❝ I don’t feel your mouth on me yet, sweetheart. And..❞ he trails off, ❝ you're so wet right now I'm starting to think you like being used…do you?❞ he asks, pulling slick coated fingers out of your cunt to grip your jaw and make you lock eyes with him as soon as he realizes that of course, he's barely done anything yet and of course you're such a helpless romantic and free with your overadoration that you're fuck-dumb, incoherent and whining for it already.

Just grab her neck and snap it.

But he knows he won't. Can't. If he couldn't kill you the night you saw him while he was slipping out that sluts window when he killed her, he has a feeling that he won't be able to do it now. He's lucky you haven't quite put two and two together just yet or spilled what you saw that night if you have somehow. Keeping you close these past months has been his way to keep a handle on the situation.

❝ Is that what you want? You wanna let me use you? Are you my own little fuck-toy, pretty girl? Answer me.❞ he commands as the hand gripping your jaw slips down. The way your heart hammers like it's going to beat right out of your chest has him getting even harder. Just the thought that he might be scaring you a little is making him harder by the second.

He moves over you a little better, now the pretty pink tip of his cock is pushed against your lips as he thrusts his hips.

 ❝ Open up. C'mon,❞ he grunts, gruff and commanding, ❝ Suck my cock, pretty girl. ❞ 

Your lips part, saliva drizzles out the corner of your mouth. You’re wetter than you've been since the two of you entered into a sexual relationship. But deep down, there's a small part of your brain that screams you need to run. Far and fast.

Of course, you're not even remotely interested in entertaining that thought. His cockhead strikes the back of your throat as he thrusts against your open mouth. You whine around the thickness, dripping wet. 

❝ Tell me whose little fuck doll you are, pretty girl. Tell the camera who's cock is hitting the back of your throat right now.❞ he chuckles and it's sinister. ❝ Oh, right. Can't talk with your mouth full, can ya?❞ 

❝ – oh fuck fuckfuckfuck ❞ you cry out as your body clenches beneath his, you're fighting off an orgasm that feels like it just might shatter you entire, ❝ Charlie, please, ❞ you gasp out as he pulls his cock out of your mouth and slips off the bed, wandering over to his dresser in the corner. Dim lighting overhead glints off something he's picked up. As you whine and beg for him to come back, he turns to face you.

That glimmer the light picked up on? A big, sharp knife.

He makes his way back over to you. You’re gulping again because he looks too calm, a little too comfortable holding the knife and there's something too familiar about the way he handles it. You just can't pinpoint why it feels that way.

Meanwhile, the thudthudthud thud of your own heart is drowning out the other quiet noises around you. You're dripping, a puddle forming against the sheets on his bed making heather navy even darker. I shouldn't be so wet right now, you think, what's wrong with me? He brings out a knife and my pussy throbs. - you shove it down. You are the one who pleaded and begged to act out your favorite scene from a filthy book, on camera. You opened Pandora's box, you're not going to back out now…right?

He chuckles quietly. Sits down the knife atop the nightstand nearby, knife making a metallic clank against the hard wood surface.

❝ Relax.❞ he demands, gripping your throat as he leans down into you, fingers squeezing light. ❝ I won't use that if you don’t make me… Give me what I want and everything will be fine.❞ 

And you swallow hard. There's a small part of you that is still in fight or flight, but on the other hand, the thought of cold metal pressed against your hot flesh just..does something.

It makes you feel alive. And you’re still struggling because you know deep down that it's 'wrong'. This shouldn't be turning you on to the point it is, the way you whine and whimper and try to work your wrists free from restraint as he holds down your hips and bites a trail right up the inside of doughy thighs. His nose bumps your sex and you whine when he breathes in the scent of your arousal deeply. His tongue buries inside, thrusting, swirling, licking up the mess that paints a sheen on soft skin.

Then, out of nowhere, a sharp stinging pain that somehow still feels way too damn good. You squeak in pain, the sound followed by a needy whine when Charlie abandons licking you clean, pausing for a few seconds to stare up at you, just a little blood at the corner of his mouth. When he licks his lips, you whine. Your heart is pounding. This whole pretend scenario has been way too easy for him and deep down, you know that. It shouldn't have been. He shouldn't have been so comfortable with saying the things he's said or doing the things he's done.

Then he's back at it, fingers and tongue buried inside your sex, driving you closer and closer to the edge only to stop completely at the last second.

You feel tears stinging at your eyes and you feel it when just as he's starting to give your cunt the attention you're craving and your body tenses up, you're so damn close, he stops. Looks up at you from his spot between your thighs and removes his hand from its place on your hip and he caresses your face. Laughing quietly. ❝ Aw. Gonna cry now, pretty girl? Gonna cry for me? Its so fucking hot when y' beg and cry. Go on.❞ he smirks, ❝It’s so hot when you’re crying.❞

You try to work your wrists against the ties around each of them because you’re dying to touch him, to get a grip on anything in the hopes that it’ll take the edge off. He chuckles against your sensitive sex, lips latching against your clit. His lips turn to teeth though and when he bites down, this sends a jolt through you and you moan his name over and over. 

❝ So fucking pretty, all tied up for me..❞ Charlie mutters, dazed. He pulls away from your pussy to stare up at you. This is gonna be fucking hot to watch later. - the thought comes and he chuckles to himself, working his way up your body. His thick cock slips between throbbing folds, teasing at entry. ❝ I’m gonna use you.❞ he mutters. But the soft way he touches you contradicts what he’s saying, yet it somehow doesn’t at the same time. You arch yourself up into him and whine in need as he teases at entry again. His hand settles around your throat, giving a light squeeze at first.

His grip tightens a little more when he sinks into you deeper. You gasp and he chuckles. ❝ It’d be so easy, y’know?❞ he mutters, smooth as silk against the shell of your ear. You moan ❝ W-what would?❞once you feel him ease up just barely on the amount of pressure he’s applying. 

❝ To kill you, pretty girl. You’re all tied up. You’re at my mercy right now..❞

You whine and rock yourself upward, meeting his thrusts eagerly as he buries himself deep inside you. His words are still sitting heavy in  your mind. Not heavy enough to stop this and say it’s gone too far and you’re starting to get scared, heavens no. His arm reaches for the nightstand and your eyes widen when you see his hand settle on the sharp knife. Charlie chuckles quietly. ❝ Wanna use our word yet, pretty girl?❞ he's almost taunting you when he asks the question.

Every part of you is torn. You want to shout your safeword at the top of your lungs -and then you want to get as far as you can from the guy, but deep down, at the same time, you’re too turned on. You feel too alive right now. And you do trust him. He’d never intentionally hurt you… right?

The knife’s unsharpened side is pressed against your skin and he fucks into you a little faster, a little more roughly as cold metal presses against hot skin. Your pulse is racing and you’re unsure whether it’s fear or the fact that you’re so turned on.

His cock smashes against your cervix roughly and he’s growling your name. The bite mark on your inner thigh is burning, friction making barely broken skin irritated. ❝ Relax.❞ he mutters, slowing down to look down at you. He presses the unsharpened side of the knife against you just a little harder, ❝ If I were going to hurt you, I’d have done it already.❞

And he’s not lying, either. If he were going to hurt you, he would have done it much earlier, the first time he choked you. The knife raises and your heart starts to pound. You struggle for a second, torn between how good each deep thrust feels and fear, true primal fear. You're tearing up, you don't realize it until you feel a teardrop roll down your cheek.

The knife slices through the ties keeping your wrists bound. You take a ragged breath. He wouldn't hurt me, you try to tell yourself, this is Charlie Walker. I've known him since 4th grade. He wouldn't hurt me. But there's a part of you that's starting to wonder. He looks just a little too at ease, that knife looks just a little too comfortable in his hands. And the things he's saying to you, most importantly, the bit where he pointed out how easy it'd be to kill you and how your life is in his hands right now.. Those are still lingering. But this feels too good, it's hot and despite your nagging fears, this is the most alive you've ever felt. And maybe, you think to yourself, maybe that's another reason I'm not comfortable. Maybe it's because this feels too good to me and I know it shouldn't.

❝ It’s not as much fun with your hands tied, pretty girl.❞ he tells you, a voice velvety and smooth against the shell of your ear. You whine a little and he chuckles. The knife settles back on the nightstand with a soft thud. Your hands are all over him immediately, nails rake up and down his back. He growls against your neck as his teeth graze against soft skin.

He’s almost tempted to take another bite. The way your pulse is racing right now and you’re so responsive. So needy. Those two elements are driving him feral.

When his teeth sink into your neck and you feel the sharp stinging pain, you squeal again because you’re caught off guard. Charlie feathers a gentle kiss over the surface wound and chuckles quietly. ❝ Did you think I wasn’t going to mark what belongs to me, pretty girl?❞ he questions, his hips stammering. Your pussy clamps around him so tight. It feels too damn good. And he didn’t think you could get any wetter, yet you have. ❝ You’re so goddamn wet. Admit it.. you like it when I use you.❞ he groans out as he starts to fuck into you, a hand settling on your hip with a bruising grip to keep you still.

He wants you to lie there and take it. Just the thought that he holds your life in his hands right now is the ultimate high for him. ❝ Lay here and take it. Be a good little blow up doll, pretty girl.❞ he nips at your ear as he says it, ❝ I’m gonna fuckin cum, pretty girl...❞ he groans out, your own orgasm has your body racked with tension, aching all over because he’s pushed you into and pulled you out of it so many times by this point that you’re begging, pleading with him to let you cum, your pleas seem to be falling on deaf ears until he growls against your neck ❝ So fuckin close… You gonna come with me, pretty girl?❞

No further coaxing is needed, and even though you feel like everything you've just done was 'wrong' somehow, even though you know you shouldn't want to cum or want him so bad, your orgasm smashes into you, leaving you weak and clinging to him as he fucks you through it, staring down at you because the fucked out look in your eyes is the hottest thing he’s ever seen. He falls to the bed beside you, panting and tired, pale skin flushed pink.

You lie there, staring at the ceiling. Now that the fog is clearing, you’re realizing something. It was way too easy for him to do what you asked him to do. And those two times he bit you hard enough to draw blood, the smile after he watched blood trickle from the wounds were the only two genuine smiles you can ever remember seeing from him. 

This is at least a little unsettling for you.

Charlie pulls you closer and you let him, but you’re tense in his arms. He can feel the second your mood shifts. He raises up to look down at you. ❝ You okay?❞ he asks, pressing soft kisses to your skin as his hand skims over your body. ❝ You want me to do anything?❞ he asks, staring at you as he tries to gauge your current mood.

❝ Y-yeah.❞ you stammer out after a second or two of staring up at him, ❝ I’m fine. You.. you don't have t' do anything.❞  you try to force a smile when you look at him, but you keep circling back to the things he said. The way he seemed to show more emotion now, with this 'role' you had him take on than he's shown in the entire time you've known him.

When he pulled out the knife.. you think to yourself, that's the first time I've ever seen his smile reach his eyes in the entire time I've known him. It was scary.

It’s a lie. You're not fine. You know it and he knows it. And he takes a deep breath and rubs the bridge of his nose. ❝ I tried to tell you this was a bad idea...❞ and you nod in agreement. His stomach churns because he’s starting to realize  that he might just have to kill you after all…

And it’s not something he necessarily wants to do. It’s not something he can do, he’s tried once before.

But I’m not losing her, either, he thinks to himself, she belongs to me now. One way or another. Dead or alive. 

#charlie walker #charlie walker fanfiction #charlie walker fanfic #charlie walker x reader #charlie walker x y/n #charlie walker x you #( ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ʟɪsᴛ ✓ ) #lazyghoulskinktober2023 #🔞ɴғᴡ. ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪsᴋ. #( ᴍɪɴɪ sᴇʀɪᴇs ; ᴘᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏғ ᴛᴡᴏ )

[filthyfluffyfantasies]

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: a/b/o dynamics subtly -read, poorly, hinted at by writer, use of pet names ( little one, pretty little thing, etc) and swearing. this part is tame and it's just to set the scene for the next, the disclaimer is here because it's a/b/o and some people lose their goddamn mind when they stumble across this type of thing in the tags.. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt seventeen - a/b/o ( told in two parts )

character | fandom - alpha!werewolf!eddie munson | stranger things

reader | original character - female reader, omega & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 900

tagging - < taglist here >

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . you're chased through the woods by jason carver, an alpha from a rogue pack after you're caught out just as you're about to go into heat. the chase leads you straight to the doorstep of your true alpha, town loner Eddie Munson, aka the alpha with no pack..✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

There's something in the air that has every cell in his body on edge as he stands in the doorway of the abandoned cabin he calls home now. Eddie Munson watches the storm as it rolls in, thick fog settles in a hazy blanket just above the forest floor.

He can just barely see the lights of town in the distance and a glance skyward to watch as the moon peeks through thick clouds has him tensed up.

The air smells like rain..at first. But then, the mouth-watering scent of caramel edges in.

He's been catching faint hints of the same scent on the breeze all damn day and before he can stop himself, he feels the painful prick of fangs, threatening to pierce his gums. A howl rips from his throat as the wind picks up, fanning that sweet scent and the scent of earthy rain straight for him. It lingers, heavy. Inviting.

He breathes in deep.

Mate. Find her. Find her now. - it's the urgent cry from the animal trapped and buried within. It's a plea that Eddie Munson does his best to ignore for the fifth time in a day, but as he turns, every intention of going back inside the cabin, he's bowled over by the sweet scent. She's closer. Danger! Go to her. - it's the final outcry of the animal within before everything happens all at once.

You come crashing through the treeline and the storm that's been holding back all day finally kicks off. That asshole Carver, the future Alpha, he's hot on your tail. He's taunting you, laughing like a maniac as he tells you that him chasing you down is your own fault and you need to relax, let nature take its course.

Eddie normally stays far away from the business of everyone in town but this time, a red cloud of rage blinds him and before he knows he's doing it, he's dove from the porch of the abandoned cabin he calls home. He places himself between you and Jason Carver, arms folded over his chest as he towers over Jason at his full height.

❝ Get fucked, Carver. This sweet little thing is mine.❞

You look up at Eddie from the spot you've landed on the ground after tripping over a tree stump you failed to see in your haste to put some distance between yourself and the unwanted advances of Jason, the single most obnoxious Alpha asshole you'll ever encounter. 

Is he my true Alpha? - you're staring up at the handsome loner in awe as the temperature of your body raises and dizziness settles in for you.

You're in heat. You never should've left your safe haven but all day long you've felt this pull to the forest. To a scent that keeps finding you on the breeze. The scent is stronger now, and you swallow hard as soon as your daze clears enough to realize that it's the handsome loner in front of you. 

It has to be.

Eddie growls at Jason, the sound more animal than human and a clear warning for Jason to get lost.

❝ Take the bitch, man..❞ Jason smirks, ❝ She’s not good enough for me anyway. ❞

Jason makes a hasty retreat and Eddie kneels down next to you. Rough hands circle your ankle, the touch seems to cool down the raging fire in your veins but only a little. After he surveys your swollen ankle quietly, big brown eyes fix on you. ❝ You shouldn't be out by yourself, doll..❞

❝ I was trying to find you.❞ you mutter in response, dazed as you stare up at him through a curtain of hair. Eddie pulls himself off the wet ground and then he's hauling you up, it's rough but he doesn't mean to be. ❝ Yeah, well..❞ he answers quietly, ❝ Its dangerous, sweetheart..❞ he's carrying you over the threshold of the cabin, pausing to back against the door to close it so he doesn't have to put you down. ❝ You’re lucky I saw Carver chasin' after you.❞

❝ Yeah.❞ you murmur, exhausted from the running you've just done and on top of it, starting your heat cycle. You bury your nose in his neck and breathe in the scent of him because it's just about the only thing keeping you grounded at the moment. 

Eddie carries you into the bedroom at the back of the cabin and he lays you down in his bed gently, muttering to himself that maybe just being surrounded by his scent will help.

But you don't want him to leave you, not like this, all alone in your weakened state in a cabin.

❝ Sweetheart, much as I'd love t' stay, that's not gonna keep our stomachs full. I'll come back.❞ Eddie grips your jaw to make you look up at him, ❝ You’re safe. Nobody ever comes out here, sweetheart. And I'll be gone ten minutes, tops. Just going to check a trap.❞

You are hungry, your stomach growls on cue. He grabs a crossbow and a quiver full of handmade arrows and after pausing at his bed to tuck blankets cloaked in the essence of him around your curvy little body tightly, he's gone.

Then the fever takes over again for a little while and you doze off, falling into a deep and dreamless sleep...

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #🔞ɴғᴡ. ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪsᴋ. #( ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ʟɪsᴛ ✓ ) #lazyghoulskinktober2023 #( ᴍɪɴɪ sᴇʀɪᴇs ; ᴘᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛᴡᴏ )

[filthyfluffyfantasies]

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: unprotected p in v sexual contact, biting, the use of petnames, charlie's virginity kink, the mental replay of rory culkin's little moans, slightly dominant!charlie. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt four - virginity

character | fandom - charlie walker | scream movie franchise

reader | original character - female reader, girlfriend & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 1.8 k

tagging - &lt; taglist here >

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . a movie date turned sexual. you get your cherry popped on your parent's couch during a paused psycho by Charlie Walker..✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆. ───

You and Charlie have been dating almost 7 months and if not for one little, itsy-bitsy, teeny tiny problem, everything would be absolutely perfect.

That problem? Not once. Not a single time has Charlie Walker done anything, he hasn’t made any attempt at all to initiate a sexual encounter. And this would normally be a relief for you if it weren’t so goddamn frustrating. If you weren’t 100% ready to give yourself to him.

You’ve run out of subtle ways to clue him in. And according to the girls, maybe subtle and Charlie don’t exactly mix.

Your lips purse as you stare at him, determination to get what you want, making your eyes gleam and dance. You’re staring at him so hard, practically willing him to take his eyes off the goddamn horror movie he put in almost an hour ago. So far, the staring hasn’t done any real good.

In the midst of your latest round of frustrated staring, Charlie’s eyes leave the television set in front of you in your living room and he clears his throat. ❝ Something wrong? ❞ he asks as baby blue eyes flit over your body, taking in the way you keep shifting and squirming in place beside him. You’ve been doing it the whole movie, he’s been well-aware.

Almost as aware as he's also been of this thick tension in the air between you lately. Or the way you're becoming a lot more openly affectionate. Or the way you didn't exactly stop him from slipping his hand beneath the silky soft cup of your bra earlier and you let him cop a feel. Or ten. The memory prompts a cough and he can feel himself getting hard all over again.

❝ I..❞ you stammer and after a second, ❝ Forget it..❞ is mumbled before you go completely silent. But it’s too late for a back-track and now, your  boyfriend is curious. He reaches out, slender hand and long fingers circle the remote and seconds later, the movie is paused. 

He rubs the bridge of his nose. ❝ No. Just say whatever you were about to say.❞

❝ Okay, fine. You asked for it. ❞ - you mutter quietly. Charlie’s brow raises as you move from the spot beside him on the sofa to straddling his lap. Charlie’s breath hangs in his throat and his heart is racing. He glances up at you,  ❝ What’s gotten into you tonight?❞ he asks, his words accompanied by a whine that slips out as you clumsily squirm around in his lap for comfort and he can feel his cock twitch, pushing against the fly of baggy jeans with need as he gets even harder, the ache as it settles within, it makes him want to peel off his own skin.

Or your clothes and his to bury himself deep inside you, fucking you until you're so dumb from it that the only name you remember is his.

❝ I want–❞ the breathless sound of your soft voice against the shell of his ear has him burning up, as if someone's pumped out all his blood, replaced it with gasoline and they've just lit a match. ❝ C'mon, ❞ he coaxes, voice husky, velvet and gravel against the shell of your ear as he clumsily tries to adjust himself but winds up rubbing against you instead, pushing you to your brink. Your needy whine at the way his cock grazes right against dripping hot sex as it throbs, desperate to be filled, the sound ignites something within the quiet boy and suddenly, he understands.

A chuckle, dark and dangerous, slips past his lips and as he gazes at you intently. ❝ Tell me what you want. Tell me, pretty girl.❞ he groans as you re-center, your cunt against the bulge prominent below his fly, his thin fingers clasping at the meat of your ass as he bucks himself up into you and luscious lips find the shell of your ear, ❝ Is my beautiful, sweet, ❞ he growls out, his lips against your soft skin as he leaves a line of bites and bruises behind and bucks himself up into you even harder; faster like he's in a frenzy,  ❝ girl finally ready to be fucked?❞ - the vulgarity in his words are a contrast with the slight waver of his voice as he tries to wrap his head around what might finally be about to happen. 

His hand skims over your curvature and the other one really squeezes your ass, using the firm grip he has on your warm little body to pull you back and forth over his clothed bulge as he forgets himself - and Psycho, in favor of rutting himself up into you, eyes wild and hungry when they lock with yours. The intensity of his stare pins you. 

❝ I asked you a question, pretty girl.❞ he repeats, the waver in his voice again serving as the most frustrating foil to his calm air of dominance. He grabs you by the ass harder, this makes you bear your weight down against his lap. His head falls back against the sofa as a series of groans - and the begging and needy whines, shatter silence. ❝ – ah! I need to-❞ he practically growls against the shell of your ear as he comes alive beneath you and his hands just won't stay still a second longer, ❝ I need to hear you say it, c'mon.. say it, pretty girl.❞

❝ Charlie!❞ you whine in need, the pace in which you're rocking yourself back and forth over him making you ache, burn. ❝ I need..❞ your lips dance down his hot neck after you've nosed light brown hair out of your way, ❝ I want you soooo bad.❞

❝ You want me, huh? ❞ he is dazed. On autopilot. But he's not so dazed that he forgets to ask the question he's been dying to since your first ever heated closet makeout, the one where you stopped him just when things were really starting to heat up. ❝ Are you tired of being a virgin, pretty girl?❞

Your gasped answer, a quiet ❝ Y-yeah.❞ against his pulse ignites something within the quieter boy, it's as if the second he realizes he's going to be the one to ruin you for all the other boys, he's determined to do exactly that.

❝ Fuck.❞ he groans quietly as you whimper and whine and beg for his cock. ❝ Easy. Whoa.❞ he groans out as his hand slips between your thighs, settling palm down against your needy, soaked sex. He locks eyes with you but his eyes aren't the same as usual, pupils blown with lust and the baby blue a darker navy. You’re pushed flat against the sofa in your parents living room and Charlie settles his lanky frame between your thighs as you reach up for the button on his jeans, your hand shaky because you're nervous. What if I'm not any good? What if I can't take all of him? - you struggle with your own insecurity for at least a minute, but ultimately, the need you feel outweighs everything else. ❝ I- I might not be any good.❞ you stammer against his neck, Charlie’s husky laugh warm against your skin.

 His hand curls over your own, it engulfs it, and he plies your hand away, pinning it beside your head and against the stupid beige throw pillow beneath your head as he gazes at you in adoration. ❝ Aht aht.❞ he scolds, ❝ I've been waiting for this. I'm in control here, angel.❞ - and he's not kidding, either. 7 months of patience has finally paid off. ❝ You’re sure, yeah?❞  he questions, patiently waiting on the nod you give in haste not even a second later. 

As his free hand pulls off your panties, they're slid down your leg to settle against dark, weathered boards. He sucks in a sharp breath as soon as he feels the warmth and the wet of your juices as they coat his palm. When he squeezes, you whine, the sound like music to his ears as thin fingers slip deep into your cunt two at a time. 

The feeling is new, there's a delicious burn that has you tense at first. He explains that he has to get you ready and you moan out that you've been ready, that letting him fuck you is all you can really think about lately only to be shushed by his tongue slipped between your lips as it takes dominance over your own, clumsy but enthusiastic. His fingers prod and swirl deep inside you, probing at the soft and spongy warmth of a spot deep within that has you going wild beneath him as his fingers find the spot. Over and over, relentless.

He slips in another finger and the burn is back as you are stretched just a little more, thrusting the same as his hips as he ruts himself against your thigh and growls against the shell of your ear and the racing pulse down your neck. ❝ Oh f-fuck.❞ he groans, ❝ this is gonna feel so good, pretty girl. I promise.❞

He pulls himself up, fingers plucked free from deep inside you to pass between his lips as he licks them clean and groans at the taste of you in his mouth. 

He unzips with hands that shake ever so slightly in excitement, his jeans fall to his knees, followed by black boxers,  stripped away with quickness. His thick cock springs free, pink tipped and glistening with pre cum as you stare with wide eyes. ❝ Relax.❞ he coaxes as he lowers himself down and settles down into you, ❝ I'm gonna take care of you, pretty girl. You're mine now,understood?❞ his mouth latches against your neck as his cock sinks into you, each deliberate thrust making you whimper and whine, begging for more.

#charlie walker #charlie walker fanfiction #charlie walker fanfic #charlie walker x reader #charlie walker x y/n #charlie walker x you #🔞ɴғᴡ. ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪsᴋ. #( ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ʟɪsᴛ ✓ ) #lazyghoulskinktober2023 #( ᴍɪɴɪ sᴇʀɪᴇs ; ᴘᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛᴡᴏ )

[filthyfluffyfantasies]

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: breeding kink is heavily hinted at in writer's own amateurish way, unprotected p in v -with the intent to procreate, biting/marking, petnames and dirty talk, steve's weak af pullout game, creampie and swearing. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt - creampie / breeding kink

character | fandom - steve harrington | stranger things

reader | original character - female reader, roommate turned girlfriend & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 2.9k

tagging -< taglist here >

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . a lost little girl at a Halloween carnival ignites your baby fever. when you make this known to Steve, he does his very best to make both your lil dreams a reality. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆. ───

The little Fall Fest is in full swing downtown near the park. You and Steve make your way through the entrance, greeted by Robin and Nancy as the two rush over, sharing a bag of cotton candy.

❝ You two finally made it.❞ Robin laughs as she slips an arm around Nancy, pulling her closer so that the people trying to walk past can get around them a little better. Nancy looks from you to Steve, laughing at your choice of couples costume. ❝ Lemme guess..❞ she muses after a few seconds, ❝ You’re Pete Mitchell..❞ she nods to Steve and he chuckles, reaching out to take some cotton candy from Robin’s bag. Nancy studies you and as soon as she realizes that you've borrowed Steve's button up and a pair of his old gym socks, the same dark tinted sunglasses he wore frequently while dating her, she laughs. ❝ Joel Goodson?❞

You laugh and give a thumbs up. ❝ I might be the frozen version if it keeps getting colder.❞ you respond, Steve wraps himself around you from behind and as he nuzzles hair away from your neck, he drops a lazy kiss or two against your skin. ❝I won't let that happen, princess.❞ he murmurs.

❝Ugh, you two get a room.❞ Robin scolds, but you're quick to turn it around on her seconds later when Nancy is all cozied up to her as the four of you are wandering the midway.

You're waiting in line for funnel cake when Steve feels a tug to the thigh of his jeans.

He glances down and as soon as he sees the red faced crying 5 year old looking up at him in a pink coat way too thin for the weather, he drops down to her eye level. You do the same, the both of you trying to coax the little girl into a more calm state.

❝ M-my mama..my mama left me.❞ she sniffles. You go over to the food vendor and grab some napkins, sitting down on cool grass in front of her as you wipe her nose clean. Then you wipe her tears.

Steve watches you quietly. He's trying to keep his distance because he doesn't want to scare the little girl and make things worse. She's calm right now, you're doing an amazing job at seeing to that.

❝ Maybe she's just in the bathroom, sweetheart.❞ you coax the little girl but she shakes her head, dark brown curls bouncing. You glance over at Steve and motion for his leather jacket, draping it around the girls small shoulders. She’s staring at Steve quietly.

Then she steps in front of him. ❝ I'm scared. She did this before and she didn’t wanna come back but they made 'er.❞

Your heart breaks when the little girl says that. She melts against Steve and you stand. ❝ I'll be right back. I'm gonna go check the bathrooms.❞

Steve nods, standing up as he adjusts the lost little girl from one side of his body to the other. Her head settles against his chest as the last of her tears fade. And the more you see, the more you're convinced.. he will be an amazing father one day.

What throws you for a loop and has you blinking is the thought that follows immediately, I can't wait.

❝ I'm going to check the bathrooms now. Take her and go find Chief Hopper. Somebody needs t' know.❞ and with a peck against his stubbled jaw, you're gone, Robin and Nancy in your wake.

All Steve can think about is the look on your face when the little girl revealed that this isn't the first time her mother has possibly abandoned her. You were so angry that he saw your hands shake a little. He can't stop thinking about the way you sprung into action, all those maternal instincts you once joked that you don't have, taking over without hesitation.

It got him hot and bothered and now, all he can think about is the mental image formed as he watched you with the lost little girl just now. She’s gonna be an amazing mom someday. - he's a little stunned at just how easy it is to picture. I can’t wait. 

That thought shocks him, not as much as the images his mind conjures up not even a second later in response to it, but it definitely takes him by surprise.

He pulls himself out of his daze when he spots Jim Hopper nearby. 

As he's explaining the situation to Jim as the little girl explained it to him, you wander up with Nancy and Robin in tow. 

❝ Did you find her mom?❞ Hopper asks.

❝ Nobody was in there.❞ you answer, reaching out to take the little girl from Hopper’s arms. ❝ Shh.❞ you soothe her as she starts to cry again, ❝ It’s okay. You’re gonna be fine. Maybe she's looking for you right now.❞ 

Hopper clears his throat. ❝ You two okay takin her? I'll go find Cal and we'll try lookin around too. If we can't find the mom, you two okay takin her tonight? I really don't wanna deal with dragging Irene over at the county home outta bed.❞ 

❝ Totally.❞ Steve answers, earning him a grin and your body melting against his side as you lace your fingers with his and give his hand a little squeeze. You speak up, ❝ We've got her. Just let us know if you do find the mom? I've got a few things I'm dying to say to her. She's a shitty one being one of the first.❞ 

Hopper walks away. Steve shifts the lost little girl from one side of his body to the other and you lean your head against his bicep as the three of you begin to walk down the midway with Robin and Nancy in tow.

❝ I'm sorry.❞ you mumble against the shell of his ear at one point, ❝ I..I couldn't just leave her with the cops, screw protocol.. Like Chief Hopper said.❞ 

❝ Me either.❞ Steve answers, pulling you closer into his side to slip his free arm around you, ❝ Relax. It's fine, okay? I mean it.❞  he reassures you, giving you a calm smile as he stares down at you. You nod, smiling back.

❝ Thank you.❞ you mumble.

He chuckles quietly. Shrugging as if this is nothing, like anybody would do it if placed in the position. He doesn't have the first clue what's going on in your mind. He doesn't realize that his ease in doing this has you really thinking hard about everything.

❝ You okay, princess?❞ he asks, giving you a concerned look.

 You smile and nod because right now, that's all you can manage. Your mind is too full. Those little random thoughts you've been trying to keep to yourself lately are taking over. 

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You've been quiet for most of the night. So quiet that Steve is starting to worry. When the silence in the car is too much for him, he clears his throat.

❝ Is something wrong?❞

If you say what you're thinking the thought comes, it could mess everything up. You know how much you love him. Is that a risk you're willing to take? 

Of course, the second you open your mouth, rationality flies out the window. As you look at the little girl curled into herself and buried in Steve's leather jacket in the backseat, you can't help but smile. You can't help but think that this is exactly how you want your life to be.

❝No.❞ you laugh softly and shake your head, glancing over, locking eyes with him as you take hold of his free hand. ❝ I was just thinking..❞

❝Oh yeah?❞ Steve asks, raising your hand to his lips as he presses a kiss against it, ❝ Anything you wanna tell me about?❞ he glances over, the car comes to a stop beneath the new red light they've just put in a block away from the apartment the two of you share. You swallow hard. It's the smarter idea to just say no, there isn't, but apparently your brain isn't willing to deal with logical or smart.

Not right now when you keep replaying just how good he was with the lost little girl earlier - or how amazing he's been with her since. 

❝ You’re gonna be an amazing father some day, baby.❞ the words leave your lips but it doesn't end there. ❝ I can't wait.❞

Steve coughs. This is not what he was expecting to happen, not at all. ❝ W-what do you mean you can't wait?❞

You're starting to panic. You didn't mean for it to slip out, but it has. ❝ I-I..nothing, I just wanted to tell you that.❞

The rest of the ride is quiet. As the brick building you both live in comes into view, you're resigning yourself to the fact that you might have made a major mistake. That you probably shouldn't have implied what you did and it might have just cost you the man you love.

Steve is reeling. Floored. Your words keep repeating like a broken record in his brain. And all the dumb hope he's been shoving down for months now about the way things are between the two of you.. he's starting to wonder if maybe he'll finally have everything he's ever wanted.

He pulls the car to a stop and puts it in park. You’re out so fast he doesn't get a chance to say anything, let alone everything he's dying to. He catches up to you just as you pause at the lobby door to shift the sleeping girl around in your arms. He reaches past you, pushing the door open so you don't have to fumble around doing it by yourself.

As the three of you get to the stairs leading up to the floor you live on, it hits him that maybe staying quiet after you said what you did in the car wasn't his brightest idea. He can feel you shutting down, pulling away like you tend to when you're nervous.

By the time you step out onto the hallway leading to your apartment, he knows he has to do something, he has to show you that he feels the same way.

By the time you're stood in front of the door marked 21b and digging for your key, he's determined.

❝ I got it.❞ he finds his key and reaches around you, strong arms cage you in between his body and the door, his chest pushing soft against your back. You bite your lip and give him a weak smile, stepping into the apartment. He shuts the door behind him, triple- locking it as you settle the sleeping little girl on the hand me down leather sofa his mom gave him when he got the place.

He leans against the locked door, his thumb through his belt loop as he watches you silently. He's still trying to process the implications of what you said in the car. Still trying to figure out what it is he needs to do at this point. Because he knows he has to do something.

This becomes painfully clear when he watches you wander into the bedroom you've been sharing and you emerge minutes later in one of his old shirts, his second pillow beneath your arm.

❝ What are you doing?❞ he steps in front of you, lingering hesitantly for a second until he just can't anymore and he's stepping into you closer. He's towering over you, staring down at you in confusion.

❝ I..❞ you swallow hard. ❝ I thought I should stay in here tonight..with her.❞ it's not a complete lie, but you also know that Steve’s bed is huge, it'll easily fit the three of you.

❝ Wanna try that again, princess?❞ he's smirking and he might look calm but on the inside, he's anything but calm right now. ❝ Talk to me.❞ he coaxes, tucking a thick digit beneath your chin to get you looking up at him when your gaze drops. You take a deep breath or two. The pause stretches, it feels infinite for him and he can't handle it.

❝ Did you mean what you said?❞ he asks, staring down at you intently. He sees the way you start to fidget and shuffle your feet and he knows you're nervous. ❝ Because you..you can't just say stuff like that, princess. Not if y' don't mean it.❞ he doesn't tell you that the reason is because his own dreams, six little nuggets and a house full of love and laughter, not silence and emptiness, are at stake here.

He steps into you even more and your knees brush the sofas edge. If you weren’t so scared you made a huge mistake earlier, you'd definitely be soaked right now.

❝ What if I did, huh?❞ you finally respond. 

He fucking melts. He's all over you, his hands and mouth anywhere he can get them. ❝ We don't have to wait, y'know,❞ he mutters against your skin as he noses your hair out of the way and nuzzles his nose against your warm,soft skin. ❝ I don’t wanna wait, princess.❞ his hands fall to your hips, squeezing. 

The love in his eyes as he stares down at you is enough to make your breath hang as he pulls you up his body, his mouth devouring, his tongue dominating yours as soon as its parted your lips. ❝ I don't want to wait either.❞ you admit as the kiss breaks. ❝ You were so,so good with her tonight, baby. It was hot.❞

❝ Watching you take control like that..❞ he mutters ❝ It was so fuckin hot, princess.. the way you were takin care of her…❞  and then he's carrying you down the hall. 

Your back hits the door of the bedroom you share with a soft thud. You wrap your legs around his waist as one of his hands settles on your thigh, squeezing as he melts into you, his face buried in your chest. You tug at his hair and rock into him, grinding against him. He’s panting, looking up at you breathless. 

❝ I wanna fuck a baby into you, princess.❞ he mumbles as he pushes open the door to the bedroom and steps in. The two of you are peeling each others clothing off in a rush, his mouth all over you as he drops you gently onto his bed and wastes no time parting your legs, pulling down your panties and pausing to suck a line of hickies right up the inside of your thighs. 

You're writhing beneath him, moaning his name like a prayer as he lowers his mouth, paused to gaze up at you as you slip your legs over his shoulders and the warmth of his breath against your sensitive sex has you tugging at handfuls of his hair and whining in need, rocking your hips up for him because you're that desperate for the way his tongue feels buried inside you.

Tonight is only the second night he'll have ever entered you raw and the more he thinks about the way your pussy will clamp around his thick cock too perfectly, the more he wants to bury it inside you.

❝ You’re gonna be such a..❞ he bites at your pelvic mound and his tongue drags a stripe right up the center of your dripping hot sex, ❝ –ah fuck..such a hot mom, princess.❞ his tongue buries inside you and your head falls back against his pillow as one hand pulls at his hair and the other one grips the blanket beneath your body. fingers join his tongue, pushing into you, stretching you out and you shiver at the way his tongue and fingers work together perfectly as your orgasm builds, almost to a blinding intensity.

❝ Just thinkin about it makes me wanna cream myself.❞ he pauses to look up, admire the way he has you poised on the edge, begging to shatter.

❝ Steve, baby, c'mon.❞ you choke out breathless,❝ Fuck me.❞

He can't wait another second. He raises up, licking his lips and groaning at the way he can taste you on his tongue. He lowers your legs, lowering himself down into you. He groans ❝ – fuck. oh fuck. you're so tight. ❞ quietly as he sinks in so slow you feel every single inch, every vein on his thick length. ❝ feels s' much fuckin better like this, princess.❞ he growls quietly,❝ y' so good. Good girl.❞ as he starts to fuck into you all over again, slow and relentless, your body pinned beneath his,❝ You’re gonna be s' full, fuck. ❞

❝ Steve, – oh fuck. Right there.❞ your nails drag down his back and he shivers at the way they feel, digging against his skin.❝ Don't stop, don't stopdontstop.❞ you're begging for it, desperate to feel him fill you full. You cling to him as your orgasm takes over, the fucked out look in your eyes has him laughing, husky against your ear, ❝ --fuck. Y' ready for it, princess?❞ as he melts down into you, his thrusts clumsy, the beat of his hips against your own nearly bruising as he fucks through his orgasm and comes undone, hot seed painting your insides. Dripping out until he starts to slowly fuck it back into you, his mouth latched against your neck.

He falls to the bed beside you and you roll onto your side, your face against his chest as he wraps his arm around you.

❝ Baby?❞ you break the silence after a few seconds.❝ Yeah?..❞ he asks, gazing down at you. ❝ Can we talk to child services about taking her in?❞ you ask after lying there a second or two, coming down from post-orgasm bliss.

He chuckles quietly. Smiling to himself in the darkness. ❝ I was already planning on it, princess. I can’t believe her mother just abandoned her like that.❞

❝ Me either.❞ you slip your leg over his hip and press a sleepy, sweet kiss against his lips as you snuggle against him. When you both slip out of bed at the same time, with the same idea - to go check on the little girl, the two of you share a quiet laugh. You follow Steve down the hall and out into the living room and watch as he scoops her up in his arms and you smile to yourself in the dark.

Steve Harrington is going to be an amazing father to your kids one day.

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✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: casual sex with a stranger, one night stands, penetrative/unprotected p in v, oral sex, marking, handjobs/fingering, some dirty talk & the use of petnames. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt nine - anonymous sex

character | fandom - rockstar!eddie munson | stranger things

reader | original character - female reader, one night stand /college coed & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 4.9k

tagging - &lt; taglist here >

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . Eddie Munson is only passing through with his band. He plays a show at your favorite dive bar and the two of you hit it off, spending a sex-fuelled weekend together... ( Pt 1 of 2, possible series later )✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

Cleveland, Ohio, 1988

❝ This is a bad idea, Taylor.❞ - the local dive bar 3 blocks away from your college campus is ten times as crowded as it normally is. Up towards the front of the small bar, a makeshift stage is being set up and about the third or fourth time someone bumps into you and spills some booze heavy bastardization of a mixed drink down the front of your favorite shirt, you’re seriously tempted to find the nearest exit, a promise is a promise but to be fair, you didn’t realize that live music would draw more people in.

Especially live music from a band that literally nobody’s ever heard of before.

Taylor grabs you by the wrist and she’s pointing to the makeshift stage excitedly. To the drummer, to be exact. You laugh softly because now it makes perfect sense why she dragged you out tonight.

❝ He’s hot, right?❞ she asks. You laugh softly and take a sip of the drink she’s offering you and as you drag the back of your hand over your mouth, you see him.

He’s every bit of 6’2.. At least. The black jeans he’s wearing are so tight you ponder for a few good seconds as to whether they’re painted on and alternately, how the guy’s even breathing okay. 

Your tongue drags over your bottom lip as your eyes linger just a little too long to be decent on the outline standing out against the zipper of his jeans. You actually whine, you don’t realize you have until Taylor starts to laugh softly, watching you as she takes a few sips from the drink after she’s taken it back from you. 

Your entire face feels hot and honestly, you’re not sure whether it’s the booze you’ve barely consumed, the fact that the man you’re currently eye-fucking is apparently hung, if outlines are anything to go by and he’s certainly the most gorgeous example of the male species your eyes have ever set sights on.. 

After you finally manage to tear your eyes off of his lower body, as they drift upwards and you see the defined V of his abdomen -plus a few gnarly scars and a tattoo or two that look pretty recent- peeking out from below the bottom of his cropped black muscle shirt, you gulp. It’s a pathetic attempt to swallow down the lump that’s built in your throat at the sight of this man and also, a pathetic attempt to get your brain unfrozen, get yourself centered and focused again.

And breathing properly, there’s that, of course.

Taylor is standing back, watching you. She’s amused because she’s never seen you this dazed. Especially not over some bad-boy rocker. Preppy law student types, those are all you seem to date.

And it never really works out, she thinks to herself as she continues to watch you as you fuck Mr. Tall, Dark Clothes and Broody Handsome as he sets up for the show, tuning his guitar. Gee, I wonder why. Maybe the preppy law students she’s always hooking up with aren’t actually her type. 

By now, your eyes are drifting to his hands. The way long and thin fingers pluck sound out of a Warlock guitar. You’re doing it again, biting down on your bottom lip, which is now accompanied by your thighs clamped tight yet somehow, still they manage to slip and slide off of each other. Taylor clears her throat just as you finally manage to tear your eyes off his hands and the way he plays his guitar and look at his actual face, locking eyes with him.

He’s staring right back. Hard. When he catches you staring, dead to rights, his cheeks darken just a little and he swallows hard, teeth plucking at a very kissable bottom lip as he grins from ear to ear.

There’s something very familiar about him despite the fact that you know for sure you’ve never met him a single time in your entire life. You know it, there’s no way in hell you would’ve forgotten the man if you had met.

He gives this little wave and you want to dissolve into the floor of the bar. Taylor has gone from laughing a little bit to full-on, doubled over laughing. ❝ Girl.. The look on your face right now...❞ she shrugs off the dirty look you give her as you reach for the cup in her hand and shotgun about a third of the mixed drink left inside of it. 

The watered down 80 proof still manages to burn from your throat down to the pit of your stomach and you grimace because you’re not really a drinker by any stretch so the sips you’ve taken so far have the tips of your ears on fire.

❝ Oh hush.. He’s.. He’s gorgeous, alright? And I swear to God, I’ve seen him before...❞ you’re biting your thumb as you try to puzzle out whether it’s just him in general that feels so familiar -and why, or whether it’s just the fact that you’re a little tipsy now and he looks like an old god or a breathing work of art.

Taylor shrugs. ❝ They’re not from around here.. According to Nick, they’re from some little pissant town.. Uh.. It’s in Indiana.❞ she rubs her forehead as she tries to remember what the owner of the bar was telling her about the band he’d invited to stop in and play an impromptu live show. She grins. ❝ Hawkins! It’s Hawkins, that’s the town they’re from.. You moved around a lot when you were a kid.. Ever heard of the place?❞

You mull it over. The second it hits you, you laugh and nod. ❝ My grandma lived there. I think we visited her a time or two but we were never in town for long or anything.. Definitely not long enough for me to meet and forget that man up there...❞

❝ I call dibs on the drummer..❞ Taylor butts in and you laugh, shrugging. Swallowing hard as you just happen to glance up at the makeshift stage to find the black clad lead singer watching you. A heat spreads throughout your entire body as the two of you lock eyes. He smirks again, giving you a bold little wink. You give him a sassy wave.

❝ The drummer is all yours, girl. If I had t’ call dibs on anybody, I think it’s gonna be him. He’s as tall as a goddamn tree and I’ll be damned if I wouldn’t willingly die to climb him.❞

Taylor snorts in laughter. She writes it off to the mixed drink you’ve been slamming back since the two of you finally managed to get into the bar because normally, you’re real quiet. Real sweet but also, real reserved. You don’t really let loose a whole lot, this is a huge reason why she decided she was dragging you out to the show tonight, hell or high water.

You needed tonight. She definitely needed tonight. Some live music, a few drinks and a chance to relax, no studying or other adult adjacent bullshit on the horizon until around Tuesday.

❝ What’s so funny? I was being completely serious.❞ you ask, giggling as you reach for the cup again, a pout promptly forming just as soon as you realized that the cup was just about empty. Taylor offers it to you and you take it, finishing off the drink.

Your eyes settle on the makeshift stage all over again just as the lights in the bar go dim. And as soon as you hear that they’re opening with a lesser-known Black Sabbath song, you’re one thousand and one percent sure of it, as sure as each breath you’re taking.

You’re fucked when it comes to this guy. Absolutely fucked. Because he’s the antithesis to your typical type and yet, he had you dripping with just a stolen look or two. And sure, you could lie to yourself and pretend that the reason is simply that you haven’t gotten laid lately. But you know you’d be lying.

This cannot be the trait I share in common with my ma. It can’t! I mean, is it the same as her thing with small time wrestlers, minor league hockey and baseball players though? Oh god, you’re gaping in horror as soon as the thought fully forms and panic sets in as a result, I’m turning into my ma.. Only with bad boy metal musicians.

Regardless of the internal panic, you find yourself humming along, drumming the top of the bar along with Corroded Coffin’s cover of Luke’s Wall.

Taylor’s giggling, stumbling through the lyrics right along with you and at one point, during a pretty high-energy cover of Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin, you lock eyes with the lead singer and he’s staring right back at you. Hard.

The band moves on to a slower ballad after an intro from Mr. Lead Singer that has you giggling and gasping just a little in the same breath because he looks right at you, offering only a shrug and a playful wink, ❝ Bare with us. I normally hate this shit, but..❞ you can feel that slow burning heat rise up from deep within all over again as you instantly recognize the opening part of Poison’s newest release, Every Rose Has It’s Thorn.. Which ironically, is what you’d been telling Taylor it’d be neat to hear them play. She’d been heckling you for the better part of an hour since, trying to get you to shout out the name of the song.

He chuckles as he abandons the stool he’d been sitting on for two songs now and he wanders over, sitting down on the makeshift stage right in front of you. As he smirks at you, you nearly choke on air. He speaks up, addressing the crowd again as the rest of his band continues to provide track backing, ❝ There’s this girl. She’s kinda hot and she apparently likes this glam rock bullshit, so.. We wanna make our girl happy, right?❞

As he sings the slower song to you, you’re squirming in place, thighs so wet they slip off each other even easier than they have been all night already. He’s smirking, you know your face is on fire, you don’t need a mirror to see it, you can feel it in your cheeks, all the way to the tips of your ears. Even your scalp feels a little hot.

He leans in real close when he delivers the last lyric. ❝ Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song..Every rose has its thorn.❞

That has you biting back a helpless whine before you can stop it. Because his voice is a whole other level of velvet, gravel and sex combined perfectly. You can feel it in your bones, you’re never going to hear this song on the radio again without hearing the mysterious lead singer of this little unknown band singing it dangerously close to your face, nearly nose to nose.

He was close enough as he sang to you one on one that you could smell the stench of cigarettes on his breath, mixed with cheap beer and cheap cologne. Maybe a hint of sweaty musk layered underneath. It’s a smell you have the feeling will haunt your dreams long after the show is over and his band has rolled out of Cleveland, onto their next stop of God knows where.

The second the band takes a little smoke break, Taylor’s decided that one way or another, she’s going to at least casually bump into her drummer and say hey. You want to do the same but truth be told, you’re not even a little bit Taylor’s level of brave. So you’re wandering back over to the bar to get yourself a new drink and as you stand elbow to elbow with other people waiting to be served drinks, you feel the exact second someone pushes up into you from behind, a hand resting at the small of your back and somehow, without looking over your shoulder, you know it’s him.

The metal rings on his hand feel cool, smooth and heavy against your heated skin. You swallow hard as your brain immediately forgets how to properly function but you do manage to at least turn so that you’re facing him, staring up at him quietly with your head cocked to the side.

You just thought he was tall up on the little makeshift stage. He towers over you up close and personal. The thought prompts slurring giggles, you’re pretty tipsy at this point. Maybe that’s how you end up grabbing hold of the front of his t-shirt to sort of hold yourself upright when a group of assholes shoves around the two of you and throws your balance off.

His hand settles more firmly against the small of your back and you’re pulled against him a little closer. Eddie’s nose fills with the sweet scent of your perfume and he bites back a groan. Gareth wouldn’t shut the fuck up about him at least introducing himself to you, he came over here with a half-assed plan to do that, figuring that he wouldn’t even get the shot. Now you’re melting against him, looking up at him with those big and pretty eyes of yours as you pop little bubbles with a piece of gum you’re chewing. 

❝ Hey..❞ you both blurt it out simultaneously, sharing a laugh right after, ❝ My name’s Eddie.. Uh, Eddie Munson..❞ he introduces himself. You repeat his name and if he thought he was harder than concrete when you were catapulted into him just seconds before, it’s nothing compared to the way his name rolls off your pretty little lips the way it does. Soft and sultry. Dazed as you stare up at him. He chuckles. Drags a hand through sweaty brown frizz, his curls have given up the fight in the heat of the stage lighting and the crowded bar. His fingertips dig against the small of your back when you manage to just barely rub against him because you’re swaying just a little. ❝ I’m __.❞ you introduce yourself and as soon as you’ve told him your name, he’s throttled all the way back into the first month of 6th grade.

Right after he hit Hawkins to live with his uncle Wayne permanently. You moved to town the week right after and for whatever reason, the two of you just clicked. He’d been wondering what happened to you lately.. 

She doesn’t remember you, man. Don’t bring it up. It’ll fuck up everything. It’s better this way. His mind taunts him with it. You’re staring at him intently, lost in thought. Trying to figure out why you feel as if you should know him, that you’ve somehow met before and yet, the more you try to determine where, the more your mind seems to draw complete blanks.

He chuckles quietly. ❝ It’s nice t’ meet you, __. I think I’m gonna help you back t’ your seat, if that’s alright? Kinda looks like you’re havin a little trouble.❞ he nods to the way you’re swaying as you attempt to stand still and smiles at you. 

And given the fact that you’ll do anything to feel his hand on your body again, you nod. Laugh as you pop a bubble with your gum. ❝ I don’t always do this. But yeah. I’m just a little bit tipsy.❞

He snickers. Promptly followed by a gulp or two when you melt into him dramatically, your forehead in the front of his t-shirt. He slips an arm around you and as soon as he spots your best friend chatting up his drummer, he gives Gareth just the slightest ‘I told you so’ smirk because Gareth had been wanting to talk to your friend all night, he just kept talking himself right out of going for it.

You’re settled on a stool in front of the stage and Taylor makes her way back over to you as the band begins to set up to continue the show. The rest of the night goes by in a fun blur, you’re at least 80 percent sobered up by the time they play  the last song of the night and sadly, you and Taylor are making your way out the door, assuming that you won’t see either man again.

Neither of you realize just how untrue this is going to prove to be until about five minutes later.

Eddie spots you and your friend as the two of you make your way past, laughing with your arms around each other. Moderately sober but still slurring your words and swaying just a little as you pass by. Eddie and Gareth share a look but neither were planning to do anything until Grant speaks up.

❝ Will you two idiots just fucking go? At least see if they’re gonna be okay t’ get home. Our flight out isn’t until 10 am on Monday.❞

Jeff chuckles, glancing from Gareth to Eddie. ❝ Go! Stop standin around here with your thumbs up your asses! I’ve got a hot phone date with the missus and all Grant’s gonna do is watch shitty hotel porn..❞

❝ Fuck you, Jeff!❞ Grant flips off his friend/bandmate and the two share a laugh. Gareth and Eddie share a look and then suddenly, they’re both running. Shoving through a crowd of late-nighters as they make their way out of all the bars that have just given the 2 am last call.

They spot the two of you before you both duck into the diner you usually stop in after a long night at the bar and they clear their throats from behind the two of you.

You and Taylor share a look before turning around, quick enough that you find yourselves body to body with Eddie and Gareth.

❝ Hey.❞ you mumble softly. He chuckles. Bites his lip as he steps up into you even closer, a hand migrating straight to your hip and gently flexing. ❝ Hey.. Where are you two headin? We uh..❞ Eddie stammers, at a loss for words temporarily. It’s Gareth that speaks up after a few seconds of staring at Taylor, ❝ It’s downtown Cleveland.. Pretty sure neither of you should be walkin back all by yourselves…We thought we’d walk with you, right Munson? Earth to Eddie..❞

He’s using the fact that Eddie’s all sorts of dazed, blitzed by you at the moment to poke fun and be a little shit. He can see Eddie’s eyes flash angrily and he chuckles. Eddie mouths that he’s gonna kick the piss out of him later and Gareth merely shrugs. As this is happening, you and Taylor have kind of backed away and you’re talking amongst each other about letting the two men walk you home.

❝ They’re not wrong, _. This place does get crazy around 3 am and it is two entire blocks back to the apartment.. Besides,❞ Taylor points out, ❝ We need to live a little. It’ll be fine.❞

You’re staring a hole through Eddie Munson. And you smile, nodding in agreement when she makes her point. ❝ We’re totally safe.❞ you observe quietly, eyes glued to Eddie Munson. Taylor laughs and nods. ❝ It’s not like this happens all the time and damn it, I wanna have this experience to look back on one day and cherish..❞

The four of you set off in the direction of your edge of campus apartment building, a steady conversation the whole way there.

Everything feels right. Natural. Like you’re exactly where you need to be in this moment.

You’re even a little excited.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ ･ ｡ﾟ ───

Bits and pieces of the night before - your bodies tangled together, his head buried between your thighs, the way it tasted when you let him cum in your mouth.. Or the way he held onto your hips while he was fucking you deep and slow, that all comes floating back as you roll away from harsh sunlight. Instead of your second pillow, your head settles against hardness and warmth. Your eyes pop open and as soon as you see Eddie lying there, his mouth open and snoring lightly, you’re wide awake. Trying to remember everything.

Ultimately, you give up and curl into him, slipping your legs between his as you go back to sleep. You’re just happy the night before wasn’t a dream and it really happened and Eddie Munson is asleep in your bed in the light of day. 

Eddie’s starting to wake up. At first, he’s content to lie there and watch you sleeping, but there’s only so long he can do that and a few minutes later, when you’ve rolled onto your back again, he decides that he’s going to try waking you up.

Rough lips latch against your neck as he settles himself down into you, soft kisses against your warm skin as he bucks himself against you. He knows exactly what he wants right now. He wants to be inside you again.

 ❝ C’mon sweetheart...❞ he coaxes, chuckling when it’s met with cute little whines as your eyes flutter open. You stare up at him and yawn. He presses himself down into you a little better. You can feel the way his cock is strained at the confines of his underwear. This makes you whimper, rock yourself up into him. ❝ Want me t’ wake you up?❞ he questions and you give him a sleepy grin, nodding.

The Corroded Coffin t-shirt he’d given you at some point the night before is pushed up over your body and it falls from Eddie’s fingertips to the floor. You fell asleep not wearing any panties, so when Eddie starts to work his way down your body, pausing briefly to drag his mouth over your nipples as he buries two fingers deep in your cunt, you moan his name against the shell of his ear, rocking yourself against the way his fingers move inside you with precision, prodding at your spongy soft spot because he thinks it’s cute when you’re about to cum and you’re pinned beneath him and moaning his name like some kind of prayer.

His mouth works it’s way down your abdomen and the closer he gets to your throbbing sex, the more you come alive underneath him, your nails digging into his shoulders as your legs fall apart willingly. Your other hand catches up in thick brown frizz, tugging, fingers dancing over his scalp. His teeth latch onto your mound and you moan out his name a little louder than you mean to seconds later when he turns his attention from leaving his initial marked in your soft skin to sucking your clit as his fingers fuck into you faster. You tense just a little, toes digging into your bedsheets as you rock yourself over his fingers and moan at the way he’s dragging his tongue in tight circles over your clit.

When his tongue joins his fingers inside of you, you gasp and arch upwards. You tug at his hair all over again, just a little harder and he laughs against your pussy. ❝ Pull harder if y’ need t’, princess.❞ he coaxes as he grabs hold of one of your hips, both holding you in place just a little better and angling so that his face is completely buried in between the soft dough of your thighs. 

Your head falls back and you’re begging for release. He pauses to look up at you, your juices dripping off his chin and at the corners of his mouth. Then he’s back at it, bridge of his nose bumping against your sensitive sex as he buries his tongue and fingers inside of you even deeper. You’re rocking your hips against his mouth frantically, seeking any friction you can get. Your orgasm is building real fast, you tense up as he mutters against your cunt ❝ Aht aht.. Not yet, sweetheart.❞

He wants to be buried inside of you again so badly that he’s bucking against the mattress because his cock is hard, it’s getting harder by the second and the more he thinks about how good it felt to be buried balls deep inside of you the night before, the more he wants to do it all over again.

And again. And then again.

He’s dreading the fact that the band has to leave town bright and early Monday morning because he doesn’t want to leave you. It’s dumb, it’s way too soon but something about being with you just feels different. 

❝ Jesus.❞ he breathes out against your cunt as his tongue drags over your folds before disappearing inside again, ❝You’re so wet f’ me, sweetheart. Fuck.❞

And he can’t take it anymore. He coaxes you into your first orgasm of the day and then he’s working his way back up your body, dragging the back of his hand over his mouth. He’s glad he fell asleep naked the night before, there’s less clothing to be mindful of. As he settles himself down into you, his mouth crashes against yours. You moan into the kiss as the taste of you fills your mouth. He bites your bottom lip, teeth tugging at soft flesh as the tip of his cock teases at entry, pushing against your sex.

As he buries inside of you, you cling to him, your arms around his neck. You meet his deep thrusts clumsily, whimpering when he starts to move faster and bottoms out, cock scrubbing perfectly against your soft spot.  You’re clenching around him, he can feel the way you’re shaking just to try and hold your orgasm at bay. ❝ Gonna cum f’ me, sweetheart? Gonna flood my cock?❞ followed by a chuckle as he noses some hair away from your neck and his mouth latches against your skin.

He’s gotten it in his head that if he has to leave you, he’s going to do it covered in his marks. He wants you to remember how much fun your little weekend was come Monday morning when you wake up to an empty bed.

He doesn’t want to leave, but he knows -or he thinks he knows, that if he stays, it’ll never work out. The two of you are a little too different. And maybe, deep down, he thinks you’re too good for him. Maybe he’s afraid that sooner or later, you’d see that yourself and leave him behind. Maybe he wants you to finish what you came to college to finish. Meet a better guy, settle down.

But the thought of you with anyone but him hurts. He’ll deny it with his dying breath, but he can’t stand the fact that he’s going to leave without goodbye come Monday morning.

He pushes it all out of his head. He’d rather focus on now, this perfect moment. You’re caged in below him, your pussy is clinging to his cock,  you’re kissing him so soft and those little whines and moans.. You’re repeating his name like a prayer, over and over. Like he’s the only god you want to worship. 

❝ – fuck, oh fuck. Shit, sweetheart.❞ Eddie growls out against your ear as he fucks into you slower and deeper, ❝ Takin me s’ good. Fuck.❞ and he breathes in the fading scent of your perfume before adding in a quieter tone, ❝ Wanna cum so bad, princess. So fuckin bad.. Can I?❞

He’s begging to cum inside you and it’s the hottest -and the sweetest thing you’ve ever heard. Your nails dig against his shoulders, crescent imprints left in their wake as you try to meet his hips with yours but you’re clumsy. Drowning in the orgasm that’s threatening to shatter you. ❝ Let go, sweetheart. C’mon, let me feel it. I need t’ feel you, sweetheart.❞ 

His coaxing is enough. Your orgasm shatters you, leaves you clinging to his body as he fucks you through it and down from the high, straight into his own orgasm a few seconds later. You can feel his hot seed coat your insides and his thrusts come to a slow stop as he melts down into you, pressing his forehead against your tits. Breathing heavy.

❝ Morning, sweetheart.❞ he chuckles as he looks up at you, takes in the fucked out daze you’re in, the way your lips are bruised and swollen from the way he’s been kissing you. And all the marks he left behind.

He’s staring at you as if he wants to commit the way you look pinned below him to memory. You want to ask if there’s any hope for the two of you, if you’re ever going to hear from him again after he leaves town on Monday but you don’t dare. You can’t bring yourself to hear him say this was just a fling because it feels like so much more than that to you.

Things felt too good. Too easy.

He feels like home and you’re filled with dread at the thought that you’re going to lose that when the weekend ends and he leaves town.

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✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: a/b/o dynamics - and writer's personal twists on werewolf lore/ the concept, shitty parents who lock their clueless daughters up in a bedroom because they think it'll stop everything that's going to happen, a mother figure reminiscent of Margaret White -the 1978 version, swearing, reader is locked in her bedroom, sneaking out and being 'rescued' by billy hargrove, an ooc/good side of billy hargrove. this one is also kind of tame.. but a little weird, imo. just protecting my own ass with the warning up here because some people see a/b/o on a piece and lose their entire goddamn minds over it. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt - a/b/o ( bonus ficlet; pt 2 of 3 )

character | fandom - werewolf!alpha billy hargrove | stranger things

reader | original character - female reader, clueless!omega reader & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 4.2k

tagging -< taglist here >

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . you find yourself in the throes of heat, clueless as to what's happening to you, with your mother flipping out. enter billy hargrove rushing in to the rescue.. it's only right to thank him with a makeout in the Camaro, right? ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

When heat fever hits an Omega, it’s hard and it’s fast. When it hit you, thanks to being blissfully unaware of the whole Alpha/Omega and werewolves do exist and everything that goes along with, you’re blind-sided.

First it’s the unbearable body heat. It feels like you’re sitting in a volcano’s lava stream and someone’s siphoned out all your blood, replacing it with scorching lava. This, of course, was put down to a cold. Maybe a bug that’s gone around a time or two already this month. Either way, you plopped yourself in an icy bath because you’re determined already, nothing is going to spoil your plans for the night.

Then it’s the jittery shakes. As you’re trying to fix your hair and do your makeup to get ready to go, the shakes hit and it’s so bad that you smear cherry colored lipstick outside the outline of your lips. And you have to re-do your mascara at least three times, by the time you get the shakes to subside just a little, you’re into the third phase.

Your entire body tenses. Everything, from your gums to the soles of your feet hurt. It feels like you’re being pricked with a thousand tiny needles and stabbed by a million little knives. This happens at the dinner table, because of course it does.

But then there’s a sharp sting. You drop the fork in your hand and clutch your opposite wrist against your body. Your mother is looking on in concern. Fear making her eyes wide.

And since she’s been drinking for about three hours by this point, the accusations start to flow. Instead of motherly concern, you get accused of being a little slut with some big, strong Alpha boy all day. She even threatens to call the school and make sure you were there all day long.

❝ Gee thanks, ma..❞ you sass, ❝ I feel like I’m dying and you blame it on your weird hangups about sex and boys..❞ you roll your eyes as your mother paces the dining room, a hand in her hair, mumbling about how this wasn’t supposed to happen to you, this gene was supposed to be completely out of the family line by now.

❝ When you’re done being weird, I’m getting dressed to go out with Bethy and Sean. I promised I’d take them trick or treating before my movie.. Since you can’t seem to find it in yourself to be a normal mom just one night..❞ you rush out of the dining room to go upstairs and throw on a pair of jeans.

You’re halfway up the stairs when your mother catches up to you, pushing you into your own bedroom at the top of the stairs as she locks the door from the outside and tells you that it’s for your own good. ❝ I'll not have you become a sex-addicted wolf whore. Not in this house.❞ she calls through, ❝ You'll stay in here until you learn to ignore these sinful urges.❞

You spend about two and a half hours pounding on the door until you're too exhausted to continue. ❝ Please, ma. Please open the door, I'll be good, I swear.❞ your voice dies away and you flop down onto your bed, taking several shaky breaths as you stare up at the ceiling.

You pull yourself up from where you'd flopped onto your bed about thirty minutes later and take a few shaky breaths. Your heart is still pounding, this is the first time your mother has resorted to locking you in your bedroom since you were at least 10. It feels like the walls are closing in rapidly until you hear the sound of your younger siblings laughter down below because your bedroom window isn't fully closed.

As soon as you realize you left the window cracked, you start to work at it. And it’s hard because it’s an older window, it likes to stick for absolutely no reason. As you’re doing this, you hear a lone howl.

It’s coming from the thick treeline across your backyard. You turn your attention back to what you’re doing. It wouldn’t be a surprise or anything, you do live near a forest, there are animals in said forest.

That’s the only thing today that’s had a logical explanation. - the thought comes along with another round of searing heat, this time it’s so hot to your body that you’re dizzy. Your mouth is dry.

Then the howl echoes off the night all over again. It’s getting closer.

You pump your fist in victory as you manage to raise the window to your bedroom about halfway. It’s enough for you to fit yourself through. The movie you were  supposed to be meeting your friends to see in town is long forgotten by this point, you’re more focused on not becoming Carrie White to your mother’s Margaret.

You’re about halfway out the window when you hear your name being hissed from the ground below.

It’s Billy.

He’s leaned against the trunk of the tree that houses your little sister’s tire swing. Watching you. ❝ You’re gonna break your fuckin’ neck.❞

❝ It’s better than being here when my mom gets in with the siblings.❞ you hiss, frantic. You drop from your window to the roof of the front porch just now. Billy’s on autopilot. Nothing on his mind but getting here, to you.

❝ Give me a second, goddamn..❞ he crushes out the cigarette he’s half finished with and hurries over, stopping at the side of the wrap-around porch.

To any of the neighbors, this probably just looks like a teenage girl sneaking out to meet her boyfriend. To you, it’s a full-blown panic because your mother flipped out for no good reason earlier.

❝ Jump down. I gotcha.❞ Billy knows this is a terrible idea, if he wants to sever the connection completely, this is the last place he needs to be right now, but.. He’s been bombarded by everything about you and when he could feel you panic all the way across town, he fought like hell but it was a battle he lost, sneaking away from Tina’s stupid party and rushing here. To you.

You eye him warily. Swallowing hard as you squeeze your eyes shut and jump. Strong arms are waiting, there’s never even a split second where it feels as if he’ll drop you. It doesn’t surprise you, you’ve seen him lifting weights in the gym after school. He can lift more than almost all the other boys without even breaking a sweat.

❝ Hey, whoa..❞ you realize what’s going on, the fact that somehow, Billy Hargrove knows exactly where you live without ever asking. You look at him and he grumbles. ❝ What? Is this not what you just spent twenty minutes wishing for, doll? We don’t have time t’ talk right now, alright?❞

And there’s something urgent. Something wild in baby blue eyes. It’s almost as if he doesn’t want to be here himself, that he’s here against his own free will. Like he’s not in control of his own decisions.

And you’re not sure why, but your last visit to your grandma at the state home your mother shoved her into, that all comes rushing back. She kept talking about how ‘things aren’t always what they seem to be.’.. Then she started to tell you about your family bloodline being descended from a pack of Omegas… Female werewolves.

What any of it had to do with your latest argument with your mother, you weren’t sure at the time.

But so much of what your beloved grandmother said that day has actually happened since. And she’s always just kind of… known things.

Your mother says she’s crazy, that it’s dementia or something. But given the way your day has been going, you’re starting to wonder.

As you’re cycling through the whole thing in your mind, Billy’s made it to his idling Camaro a block away and he’s opening the passenger door, placing you in the passenger seat. From the backseat, a girl with flame-colored hair speaks up quietly. 

❝ Hey.. I’m Max..❞

You nod. Give her a weak smile. Because the whole episode you were having earlier took a lot out of you and when you jumped down into Billy’s arms a few minutes ago, you were half afraid you wouldn’t make it because your whole body felt boneless. Like rubber or jello.

Billy gets into the Camaro and stomps the gas, the sound of Metallica filling in the thick silence that settles over the three of you. As the Camaro blows past the sign heading into city limits, Billy reaches out to lower the radio.

❝ For fucks sake, stay awake, alright?❞ as he grumbles to himself about this being a really, really bad idea and how he should’ve just ignored what he was hearing -and feeling because of it, because it’s only going to end in tragedy.

Max speaks up quietly. ❝ You don’t have to become him, Billy. How do you know any of that?❞

❝ Because I do, alright!❞ Billy snaps before going quiet. The car spins to a stop at the curb in front of the arcade. Billy nods to Max and Max wordlessly collects her skateboard, rushing out of the car as if hellhounds were on her tail.

This leaves you all alone with Billy.

The boy who has been a constant in your brain lately. The boy who scares you and yet, you feel connected to somehow. The boy you want more than anything but the fact that you want him actually sort of terrifies you.

The Camaro starts to drive away. By the time you’ve managed to totally overthink everything, the Hawkins sign is blowing past all over again. You glance over at him. Studying strong facial features as he drives and makes a point to stare at the road ahead.

You can’t take the silence anymore and you’re just about to say something but Billy beats you to it first. ❝ You don’t have a clue what’s happenin, do ya, doll?❞

You shake your head No at him. He grumbles under his breath as he brings the Camaro to a stop in the gravel parking lot out at the quarry. When Lover’s Lake is too full, this is another popular makeout spot, or so you’ve heard, anyway.

You wouldn’t know personally, the most you’ve ever done with a boy is a little kissing, a lot of heavy petting in the back row at the Hawk. And then your mother fucked all that up by throwing a tantrum when he forgot you warned against stopping by and she lost her entire mind upon answering the door to find said boy standing on your porch. He wouldn’t even look at you the next day and when word got out that your mom was a nutcase, it wasn’t as if any of the boys were lining up after that.

Your heart is racing. Of all the places to take me, you think to yourself, he picks a popular makeout spot. What’s he planning?

Billy coughs abruptly as soon as he catches on to your noisy mind yet again today and this time, he speaks up. ❝ Do y’ have t’ think so damn loud, darling?❞

You jump a little, drawn out of your own noisy thoughts. You give him a blank look and Billy shrugs but he doesn’t bother explaining himself, instead he chooses to remind you that he’s asked you a question. And it’s a question he expects an answer to because that answer is going to help him figure out how in the hell to handle this little situation the two of you find yourselves in at present.

❝ I asked you something, doll. Kinda waitin’ on an answer.❞

He stares at you expectantly as you shift and squirm in his passenger seat, each move of your sexy little body sends that totally unfiltered sweetness in your scent wafting right up his nose. It’s hanging so heavy in the air between you both that he almost feels like he’ll choke on it. And yet, he can’t get enough of it and the sweeter it gets, the harder his cock gets, pushing painfully against the front of tight blue jeans.

It’s so bad that he has to shift in his seat and hope that takes away some of the pressure. When it doesn’t work, he lightly punches the wheel.

You watch him struggling with himself quietly as you try to think of an answer. You don’t have the first clue what’s going on. Beyond the episode earlier and just a few bits and pieces of the ramblings of an old lady with bad dementia, you’re fucked for an answer.

❝ No. Not a single clue.. But my grandma, she kept talking about something big happening to me.. The last time I visited her in the nursing home.❞ you go quiet. Billy rubs his chin thoughtfully. 

At least somebody tried to warn you. Now, he thinks to himself, I need to figure out just how much her grandmother told her, if she believes any of it. ❝ Okay, what’d she tell you?❞ he asks, baby blue eyes settling on you. When you lock eyes with him and see the way his seem to glow in the dim car, you gasp and your jaw drops. Billy acts as if the fact that his eyes glow in the dark is completely and totally normal. 

❝ She kept trying to tell me that I’m the descendant of wolves? And soon, something is gonna happen to me. I think she called it..❞ you fumble around in your brain for the term she used and as you repeat it back to Billy, your whole body starts to burn all over again. ❝ Mating season. Yeah, that’s what she said. But she’s got dementia and she’s always had this weird fixation on wolves and stuff, so..❞ you shrug and fall silent, staring out the windshield of the car.

The orange sunset is starting to fade, the sky is painted with shades of pinks and purples now, hints of a darker inky blue peeking out of the clouds that surround the full moon. Billy’s staring up at the sky too, trying to figure out how to proceed. When he sees you clutch your right wrist against your own body, he reaches out, snatching your arm and pulling it so that he can look.

The second he raises your sleeve, he bites back a groan.

The same marking he saw turning red in the shower this morning is sitting on your wrist, flesh raised and red, angry as if it’s a fresh burn. He bites his bottom lip and when you pull your wrist away, he almost wants to hold onto it for a few seconds.

Just because he’s in the same position as you are right now, body on fire, mind scrambled and jumbled with the biggest portion of your thoughts focused on each other.. In varying sexual situations, he shifts in his seat as he remembers the daydream you were having earlier this morning that he was forced to endure as he sat beside you.

You circle back to his bizarre statement about you thinking too loud. And you’re gaping at him. ❝ When you yelled at me about thinking too loud..❞ you pause as you try to tell yourself this all absolutely has to be some kind of weird fever dream, that’s the only explanation at this point.

Because the only alternative is that your grandmother isn’t crazy like your mother claims. And if that’s the case then that means everything she’s been saying for years about the family bloodline is.. True.

Billy speaks up quietly, ❝ I wasn’t yelling, but anyway.. What about it, doll?❞

❝ You did yell.❞ you’re pouting just a little. Billy snorts in laughter quietly. And then he clears his throat. All he wants to do at this point is get to the bottom of it all. Figure out just how hard it’s going to be to sever this stupid bond his wolf has chosen to make on his behalf without any consent from him at all. You’re picking at a loose thread on the edge of your sleeve and staring down at your own lap intently. Because this is a lot for you to take in.

Not to mention, the longer you’re surrounded by him and his everything, the more you’re tempted to lay down and offer yourself up to him in the backseat of his Camaro. And you sense that this isn’t exactly what he wants. That for whatever reason, he dreads this. He’s been fighting it, if his own noisy thoughts are anything to go by. Then it hits you.. You’ve been thinking you heard him talking to you randomly all day but if he can hear you thinking it’d make sense that the same can be said for you.. Right?

❝ Fine, whatever. Look, can we just get back on fuckin track here?❞ Billy asks as he takes a cigarette and lights it up. He offers you the pack and you take one for yourself. He leans into you and naturally, it’s way too close. Close enough that the tips of your noses brush and when this happens, that woozy feeling is back. And so is the searing fire that’s been running through your veins all night.

You sway just a little and swallow down a lump because your throat’s all dry and it’s bothering you. Billy speaks up quietly. ❝ Shit. Fuck. I was hopin’ this wouldn’t fuckin happen, darling..❞ as he shifts in his seat all over again and stares at you.

He’s losing this fight too, all restraint has flown right out the window with the dying embers of the cigarette he’s just finished off. You bite back a whine as you feel yourself starting to spin out of control and you find yourself leaning into him just a little too close for the second time in a day, just like you were in class earlier.

Billy grips your upper arms and stares into your eyes. He hasn’t even touched you and there’s this fucked-out glow in them, lust blotting out your irises. He knows you’re dripping by now, this has him almost drooling because the scent of you is entirely too sweet to resist a second longer. 

You speak up, a tiny and wavering voice. ❝ You were hoping what wouldn’t happen, hm?❞

He chuckles. It’s a dark and dangerous sound. Rather than be completely crass about it, he grabs hold of your wrist and places your palm up against the way his cock is so hard it’s about to burst straight through his jeans. You shiver and whine because feeling how hard he is only makes the flood between your own thighs so much worse. You’ve been wet all day, no thanks to him.

❝ Do you get it now, doll? I shouldn’t be here with you right now.❞ Billy trails off, thumping his cigarette pack against the wheel just so that he has something else to focus on for a second or two. After a long pause, he looks over at you again. You’re staring at him, waiting on him to finish saying what he’d been about to say. ❝ It’s dangerous for both of us, alright?❞

This answer isn’t satisfying enough for you. ❝ Wait.. w-what do you mean dangerous, Billy?❞ your voice wavers. He can smell the fear the exact second it creeps into your scent. He sighs and shakes his head. Mumbles something about you, asking for it with all your fucking questions and then he looks at you and leans in closer. That predatory and hungry gleam is in his eyes again and they’re glowing an even brighter blue that’s almost as hypnotic as the waves in an ocean on a calm day.

❝ I wanna fuck you til I’m empty, you're so full of me it drips outta you and you can’t remember anybody else’s name but mine. I wanna bite that pretty little neck, leave my mark behind so shit like what Jason Carver tried t’ pull earlier doesn’t happen t’ you again. But see, here’s the thing..❞ he rubs his forehead. He’s regretting the keg stands right now. And the entire bottle of Wild Turkey he managed to consume just hoping he’d numb himself enough that he wouldn’t hear you anymore in his head. He wouldn’t smell you, ready and waiting. Ripe for the picking.

❝ If I do any of this, doll.. It’s only gonna destroy both our lives.. I'm a bastard, you'll realize it sooner or later.❞ he exhales a plume of smoke into the air after lighting another cigarette. There’s angst in his voice, it’s almost as if he wishes what he’s just said wasn’t true at all.

And you’re wondering where he gets that idea from to start with. Because the more you stop and think about it, the only thing that’s kept you fighting your own pull to him has been every bullshit belief your mother drilled into your own head.

To be fair.. Grandma said Mom wanted no part of any of it when she was my age. Said she even turned her back on the whole thing and purposely got knocked up with me then left town. She was hoping she’d breed out the family bloodline. That worked so well, thanks Ma. - the thought has you sitting there, slowly coming to terms with it all.

And maybe that’s what prompts you to speak up, placing a hand on his thigh as you stare at him intently. ❝ Why? Are you not even a little curious, Billy?❞ you’re leaning in closer and you’re not sure why you do it, but you push your hair away from the right side of your neck. Billy rubs his chin and coughs, shifting around in his seat all over again. Offering up your neck to him like this is definitely not a smart move on your part and yet.. Here you are, doing it.

❝ You’re in heat, you’re not thinkin, doll.❞

❝ Oh trust me, Billy.. This is the first thing I’ve actually thought out completely in a really long time. Don’t I get a say in what I want?❞ you frown just a little, ask in a quieter tone, ❝ Somebody’s gotta take care of you, Billy. And maybe all the fighting this off I’ve been doing is just tiresome.. Unless you’re trying to say you don’t want this to happen and you’re the one who wants to reject it.❞ you pause, searching baby blue eyes for any sign that might be the case.

Billy chuckles to himself and decides that he’s about to call your bluff. He leans into you and just barely drags his teeth over the soft skin at the base of your neck. His nose buries there next and he inhales deep. ❝ It’s kinda fucked up, y’know.. You pickin me. Don’t you know how scary I am, doll?❞ he mutters, breath hot against your skin. Your own breath hangs in your throat and you whine out as your hands find purchase in the fabric of his red shirt.

❝ All I know is that I trust you. And I want you and damn it, I’m sick and tired of fighting it, Billy..❞ you mutter as another intense wave of heat -pain along with it this time, sends you into him, seeking comfort.

Billy’s breath catches and he awkwardly wraps his arms around you, letting you melt into him completely. When he can feel you calming down a little, he pulls away to stare down at you.

And he knows he’s irrevocably fucked because there’s no way he was ever going to keep fighting it off. He was doomed to lose the fight all along. He doesn’t like losing but in this case, considering the prize he might have even if it’s just a little while before he somehow fucks it all up, he’s not really sure it’s a bad thing this time around.

❝ Careful what you’re askin for, princess. This is kind of permanent. Because I’m not gonna let you go so easy once I take you for myself, doll.❞

There’s supposed to be menace in his words, it’s supposed to be a threat and you’re well aware of it. But there’s also comfort in them. He’s protected you on more than one occasion. You feel safer with him than you’ve ever felt with anyone. There’s calm. You’re not chasing your next thrill when you’re all preoccupied with thoughts or dreams of him.

❝ I-I don’t care. It’s what I want, Billy. Are you seriously going to deny me? I thought you were a red-hot stud, Hargrove, what’s with the fight you’re putting up, hm?❞

He bites back a groan as your palm settles against the way he’s strained at his jeans all over again. When you ghost it over the bulge, he bucks himself up into you and a helpless, needy sound wrenches it’s way free from the depths of his chest. You’re whining quietly, you’ve given up the battle with restraint. You’re ignoring that pesky little inner voice that keeps insisting that he’s scary, that you’ve seen his mean streak at work before and you shouldn’t be doing this. You’re ignoring them in favor of the other side to it, the one that insists this is right. This is exactly what has to happen.

As your free hand clasps against the back of his neck and your fingers tangle in the curls of his mullet, his hand slips up the front of your shirt and you moan as he squeezes your tits and growls against your partially open mouth. ❝ You don’t have a clue what you’re getting yourself into, darling.❞ he mutters as his tongue parts your lips and drags over your own tongue. Thick digits dig into your hips and tangle in your hair, pulling at it as he deepens the kiss and maintains total control. His heart is about to beat right out of his chest and you feel it as you melt against him…

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