#dark! eddie

[gravedigginbbydoll]

Phantom of the Night

Phantom! Eddie x Fem! Reader Smut Blurb

AN: Hello! I am a huge POTO fan, and obsessed with men in masks. I wanted to write this for fun and for spooky season. It's a length and smut filled blurb. I'm sorry about the college of pictures not being as inclusive as I'd like (it's hard asf to find POTO aesthetic in varying body types :/ ) but promise that the description is vague and meant for anyone AFAB or feminine leaning :) (psst: this ones for my ghouls @eddies-house @xxhellfiregirlxx @ghost-proofbaby who I adore and feed my delusions lol)

Warnings: MDNI! mature themes, dubcon, vouyerism, somnophilia, mentions of exhibitionism, corruption kink, bondage, biting, oral, penetration, virginity, loss of innocence, masks, dom! Eddie, posessive, body worship, stalking and obsession, kidnapping, etc.

As a child, you had been brought up in the exquisite opera house that your town boasted of, your father taking you often to see the shows and ballets performed there. He was a violinist, a talented one at that, and had many close friends who performed at the opera. Growing up, it was just the two of you. Your mother had grown deathly ill when you were five. She passed there soon after, leaving you and your father alone. In womanhood now, you sensed that he brought you to the opera so often rather than get you a nanny to distract you with elaborate performances in order to hide your fearful loneliness that a young girl got with losing her mother. 

But now you were a woman, a member of the opera yourself in the corps de ballet, your years of training under Karen, your father’s old friend, finally coming into play. You took the job soon after your father's death when you turned 20, desperate to keep the estate he left you and not leave the home and comfort of the opera house. Besides, you loved ballet and the elegance it left you feeling, despite the pain. But it was nothing compared to your true love. Singing. Music. 

Your father had you take singing lessons as a young girl, but those lessons were now lost in years of memories. You tried to practice alone but felt off-pitch. It was disheartening. You mostly had done so as a hobby rather than a real-life pursuit of the stage, not believing yourself to be skilled enough. You kept it hidden from the rest of the troupe, embarrassed over what they would say about a grown woman attempting to learn to sing and having daydreams of the stage. 

Which is what led you to this point. You had found a few places to practice in the opera house, the building so old that there were many hidden passageways and nooks and crannies. You often tried to use these locations in order to practice. Your betrothed, Steven, constantly scolded you and claimed one day you would get lost and no one would be able to find you in the maze that was the opera house. (Steven meant well, but could sometimes be more like a mother hen.) Still, you found yourself overwhelmed by curiosity and in need to explore more and more of the building. 

You looked around, curious to see if anyone was nearby. You had found this entrance behind a mirror in a makeup room, the dark and almost damp hallway confusing you. You walked on further, the long skirts of your white gown brushing the cold stone floor, probably dirtying the edges. You held the candle you used as a light in a shaky hand, goosebumps erupting on your skin at the chill. This place reminded you of dreams you so often had involving a dark dim cave, some mysterious yet enchanting man…no, creature…whisking you away with his lulling voice and seductive tones. You felt your heart race and your thighs squeeze together at the thought. 

You were ashamed of these dark desires. You were always told that women weren’t meant to feel lust. Ballerinas were not meant to daydream about dark and haunting shadowy figures whisking them away into the night against their will. That was why you were so passive in your arranged engagement with Steven. What did it matter that you felt not a bit of swirling desire for the man if you were not meant to? He had good money and was kind and treated you well, despite your less-than-normal childhood. Maybe after the wedding, you could squash all these horrid and sinful feelings in your belly. 

While lost in thoughts, you heard a gust of wind brush by you, the sudden draft blowing out your candle. You gasped, your heart racing as you caught the sudden flash of movement by you, fear squeezing up your throat. The figure moved in a flash, clearly tall and lean. 

“Hello? Who goes there?” You called out, willing yourself to swallow down the frightful feelings in your belly. 

Nothing could be heard but the faint drip of aging pipes and the rustle of the wind in the ancient hallways. You sighed, turning back to where you came from. Perhaps Nancy was correct and you could stand to stop reading things filling your head with the idea of monsters lurking in the night. 

You laid on the gaudy chaise lounge, restless and unable to sleep. Karen, in an attempt to be motherly with you, was earlier discussing ‘wifely duties’ with you, well aware that your education on the matter was crude at best from the words you heard other girls in the corps giggle over. Or occasionally, the male singers would boast of their escapades. She filled you with this idea that women were to lay there to be for their husbands and bear children. But you couldn’t shake the feeling of wanting more. For the past few months, you had been…exploring your own desires. You found you couldn’t sleep without it. And yet…

Tonight you were staying at the opera in an attempt to curb the dark desires in your belly. You knew nothing of a man’s touch but did not want to sully Steven with your lustful and seductive thoughts. You hoped staying in a room not your own would discourage your brain from such thoughts.

You agreed with Karen to stay in the private dressing room, despite the fluttering gasps of your peers in the corps. There were rumors of a dark figure that haunted the opera house, always causing mischief, running around and stealing props, leaving notes on the music sheets, and even occasionally harassing the singers by wrecking their rooms. You weren’t one for superstition, but felt also that perhaps the girls had a point. You had felt a presence near you often, something lingering but still there. 

Just as you did lying there. You were only in your nightgown, the fabric thin and not modest at all. You could feel a presence despite the room being empty. You stared at the ceiling, your heart racing and an even more sinful thought entering your head. 

What if you touched yourself with that presence watching? 

You felt the heat creep from your neck to the tips of your ears, clearly embarrassed despite the lack of company. The thought excited you, the heat growing between your legs and your nipples pebbling at the thought. You sighed, cursing yourself but knowing you could not rest without the feeling of release. 

You shakily grabbed at your skirt, pulling it up while turning to look at your reflection in the mirror. The mirror faced the chaise lounge. You felt a gasp escape your mouth as you looked at yourself. You looked…delectable. Absolutely depraved. Your eyes were dark with lust and your nightgown revealed most of your bare legs, part of it tugged down to reveal cleavage as your hardened nipples poked through the delicate white fabric. 

You began to rub at the wetness between your legs, mewling pathetically at the friction and staring at yourself losing control. You felt your mind go foggy, your wetness growing as your moans became more desperate. You felt your eyes flutter, feeling as if the presence was staring at you. And whether it was the small sip you had of wine earlier you had with Karen or the lust clouding your thoughts, you swore you could see a shadow within the mirror, a pair of warm and sultry brown eyes slightly visible. The sight of the shadow caused you to reveal more of yourself, feeling the need to put on a winning show. You threw your head back, pulling the nightgown down more to free your breasts to the chilly air as you rubbed at your clit more ferociously, your moans and whimpers growing in desperation. You felt the tension in the room grow as the feeling grew before the tension snapped, leaving you shattering to pieces.  

You panted as you came down from your high, letting yourself catch a breath and trying to fix your appearance. You turned towards the mirror slowly, your body heavy and worn. You saw only yourself. No warm or sultry eyes. No shadowy figure. Just you. You let your eyelids flutter as you head off to sleep, sure to dream of the dark presence once again. And just before you do…you swear you see the shadow flash across the mirror. But maybe it was just your tiredness affecting your sight. 

The second time you experienced the presence was another night sleeping at the opera house in order to assist Nancy with her duties in the morning, since her mother, Karen, had left her in charge of the duties this time around, scolding her about needing to be responsible. You were asleep, dreaming and tossing while imagining that dark presence looming over you, your lust creeping in. In the dream, the dark shadow was looming over you, kissing up and down you, as silent as possible. You watched as the shape kissed its way down, growling hungrily at your entrance. You couldn’t see much but felt, almost as if it were real, lapping at your sensitive clit. You woke dazed, lust pooling between your thighs as you tried to sit up, sure you were feeling something licking and sucking on the swollen bud between your thighs. A gloved hand clamped down on your eyes and prevented you from seeing who the culprit was, your heart racing. You smelled the familiar mix of cinnamon and orange peel, along with sharp notes of rum and ginger, a tonic you knew as familiar among the singers in the opera to keep their vocals sharp. You felt your thighs shake, and moans leaving your mouth despite your brain's conflicting thoughts. 

This is wrong. I don’t know this person. But…the pleasure…they are so skilled with their mouth…I’m so close.

You writhed, whimpering and attempting to escape the mouth to discover who was there, only to feel the other hand hold you tightly in place, a deep and fearful voice growling lowly. 

“Stop your infernal movement, little angel. I would like to worship this beautiful cunt to the best of my ability,” The masculine voice ground out in agitation, the words sending chills up your spine and desire to build to the breaking point. Worshiping you? Men in high society didn’t worship working women like you. You were lucky to even find a betrothal while most dancers were considered ‘low and loose’ women who needed to work in order to gain money. This man was odd and…so very skilled at making you unravel. 

You were drunk on the eroticism of it all. A stranger licking at you like a man starved of a month’s worth of meals, the inability to see his appearance, his demanding tone and forceful hand. You saw stars and felt your pleasure overcome you, your body shaking at your release that he seemed to slurp up, the noises so vulgar they would make a lady of the night blush. You lay there, eyes closed, catching your breath slowly. When your eyes finally fluttered open, you sat up, hoping to get to know the man behind your most recent confession in church, only to be met with silence, not a soul in the room. You felt your heart sink as you tried to fall back asleep, your mind swimming with thoughts of the mysterious voice and the warm, strong hands. It seemed the ghost of the opera might have been real after all. 

Nancy and the other girls in the corps began to notice your distracted gaze, your prolonged nights at the opera, and your skittishness, trying to catch a glimpse of the shadowy figure when people claimed he zipped past. You felt a strange obsession, a need to follow the dark shadow and discover who was consuming your dreams. 

You heard him at night occasionally, humming or singing. Or at least you thought it was him. It was a low and chilling sound. Your body thrummed with excitement anytime you thought you saw a flash of him in the rafters or heard a stair creak. You began to notice little gifts waiting for you in the dressing room, in your favorite nooks and crannies in the opera. Red roses and small notes in the messy script, usually referring to you as Little Angel. Nancy was worried about you, trying to escort you home often and getting Steven to dote on you more. But you were done. Corrupted. Filthy. And you wanted nothing more than to be in the Phantom’s embrace once more. You wanted him to explore you. Ruin you. Your mind was riddled with him day and night. 

You kept it hidden from everyone, but you often explored the ancient passageways now with the intention of finding him. Occasionally you left gifts. Your most used lipstick, a snippet of a poem, a book you had just read. You would come back to the spots to find the items gone, occasionally a rose left in their place. You felt giddy, like a schoolgirl. Your ghost…your Phantom… seemed to acknowledge you. 

If only you could catch him…

It was a few months after weeks of giddy gift exchanges and running after shadows. The notes and roses stopped. The flashes of a dark figure ended. Perhaps it was a dream. Maybe you were just a fool who imagined or dreamed of the interactions. 

On a dark night, you were aimlessly wandering the halls, singing to yourself a song you remembered your father singing. You had abandoned all hope of your dear ghost coming to capture you. Free you from a loveless marriage. You were set to marry Steven next week. Abandon the opera. Become a proper lady in society. At least Steven would not be disappointed when you laid there and bled for him, giving him a child 9 months later. You sighed to yourself, twisting your engagement ring, displeased with the thing. You wandered the underground tunnels, the candlelight dim in the dark halls. You felt your heart pick up as you heard a soft yet low voice, singing aloud. Your skin erupted in goosebumps, and your heart was racing. 

“Phantom?,” You called out sheepishly. 

The singing stopped. A deep voice coming from a direction you couldn’t discern. 

“Little Angel. What is a lamb like you doing in a dangerous place like this?” called the voice, rough and cold. Was he upset with you? You were unsure. 

You felt a tug at your heart, looking around and trying to find him. “Please, Phantom. I have only one week more at the opera. I cannot bear to not feel your touch another second,” you whimpered out. 

“Ah, so you can crawl back to that insolent boy who does not deserve your glory? My heart cannot bear the rejection, Little Angel. Leave this monster be,” He growled out, still within the shadows. 

Your heart leaped in your throat as tears entered your eyes, feeling your knees wobble as you crumbled to the ground. “Please, Phantom. I cannot bear to be without you. I do not want Steven. Forgive me, please…,” You sobbed softly, your emotions in a tangled mess. 

You heard a sigh and felt yourself get grabbed from behind swiftly, a soft yelp about to leave your throat. That familiar gloved hand snuck over your eyes. 

“Alright, Little Angel. On one condition…You mustn’t, under any circumstances, remove my mask,” He warned, his tone stern. 

You nodded wordlessly, allowing him to pick you up, dropping your lit candle onto the damp floor. The light went out, but as he picked you up in his arms, you caught a brief glance of him. He was a tall and lean figure, his hair a long and curly mess, his face halfway covered by a mask. You could see his plush pink lips and long lashes, warm and enticing brown eyes. 

He was beautiful.

You were tempted to remove the mask, curious as to why such an enticing man would haunt the opera. You refrained, however, out of respect. He tied a loose piece of fabric around your eyes, shielding your vision. 

You were enthralled and scared. 

You were laid down gently on a plush cushion and fabric, the cover softly removed from your eyes. You slowly opened your eyes in a dim and candlelit room, surrounded by aging theatrical props and the most plush velvet fabrics. You were on what appeared to be a bed, the dark figure standing before you. He wore a dark and long cloak, the hood down. His shirt underneath was a silky black shirt with a wide opening, displaying his chest. He wore dark pants and what seemed to be dress shoes. The items were all of high quality but it seemed they were at least a decade old. Upon looking up at his face, you saw he wore a white mask on half of it, his lips and half of his nose visible. His features were mostly soft, though he appeared worn from the years of seclusion and hiding. 

You reached out to touch his cheek, only to have him grip your wrists. His hands were shaking. His dark eyes were swirling with desire and sorrow. Was he shaken because he needed you so fervently? 

“You cannot touch me. I cannot bear it. If you were to touch me only to marry that…that damned fool later. My heart could not take it,” He growled out, his face twisted in sorrow and pain. 

You felt a tug at your heart, your hands aching to touch him but deciding to respect his wishes. 

“Alright.” 

He got up, running over to a pile of old props from past shows, grabbing at one, and walking over to you, grabbing at your wrists before tying them quickly to the frame of the bed. Your heart began to race as your body heated up, your skin erupting in goosebumps as you bit softly at your lips. Phantom groaned softly, looming over you, his warm brown eyes stirring desire in your belly. 

“Do not make such faces, Little Angel. You are so delicate, and I fear I will become without reason,” He groaned out, his eyes intense in their desire, his expression clear that it was hurtful to hold back. 

You could feel your back arch, his stiffening member brushing against you, causing you to whimper. “Please Phantom…Abandon reason…ravage me,” You mewled, writhing under the dark figure. 

His eyes became dark, his snarl deepening as he leaned in, his expression both terrifying and enthralling. “Be careful what you wish for, Little Angel. I am not too short of becoming a monster, devouring you.” 

You whimpered, desire pooling as your eyelashes fluttered, and your body leaned towards him. Two could play at that game. “Please…I’m frightened. R-release me, monster,” You whined, writhing under the Phantom’s dark gaze. A smirk fell upon his lips, dimples evident as the smirk broke into a villainous grin. 

“Oh, you should not have wandered into my lair, Little Angel. Now I must have you,” He growled lowly, taking his gloved hands and ripping open your corset before tearing at the chemise, the fabric pooling in shreds around you, your chest heaving in fear and excitement. 

Your body was bared save for the underpants that exposed your ever-wet entrance, your legs shutting in embarrassment. The Phantom growled, kissing at your lips with hunger and desperation, moans lost on his lips. He kissed you until you gasped for air before biting, nipping, and kissing his way down, focusing on your breasts. You pinched and sucked upon your nipples, heightening your pleasure and making you writhe more under him, whimpers echoing in the cold and dim room. He bit and marked you, his movements like that of a wild beast. 

“Ph-Phantom…Master… Devour me as you have before,” You whined out, meeting his wild brown eyes behind the mask as he looked up, snarling. 

“Beg. Beg for it,” He snarled, hands continuing their tortuous teasing on your breasts. 

“P-please… Master… Dev-devour me…I beg of y-you! I beg of you. I beg of you. I beg of you…,” You babbled, brain foggy with lust and his touch. 

He grinned devilishly, his white smile making your heart race. “As you wish, Little Angel.” 

He slowly made his way down, sure to kiss and mutter praises over you the entire time, letting you know how divine you were, leaving marks with sharp bites here and there. Finally, he reached your entrance, diving in as if it were his last supper. He flicked his tongue across your clit before sucking on it, alternating that and nibbling at your inner thighs, your body writhing like a woman possessed, your eyes rolling in pleasure. 

He truly was wicked, worshiping you beyond your wildest dreams, his words meeting your ears and deepening the carnality within you. You were gone. Lost to this bodily sin. 

“So divine. I do not deserve this beautiful cunt, these heavenly breasts, your godless moans… If this is the price I pay to become Lucifer’s lackey, I will happily pay the toll,” He babbled, fingers curling up into your entrance, his mouth still latching onto your clit. 

You felt your back arch and felt a ripple through your body. You shattered around his finger, your orgasm taking over your mind. You whimpered as he continued to touch you past your high, your nerves so sensitive you felt tears come to your eyes. He stopped short, growling lowly. 

“I’m going to condemn you, Little Angel. Fill you full of my cum. Mark you as mine and mine alone. You are my pet. My divine creature,” He snarled, his face twisted as you felt a shock of fear and lust overtake you. He could have you. You were his. 

“P-please Phantom…Pl-please,” You whimpered, lip trembling in longing as your body shook with terror. 

You suddenly felt a slow thrust into your entrance, the fullness causing a sharp pain, your head thrown back in a silent cry, eyes watering. The thrusting continued at a slow pace, the Phantom’s arms shaking as he appeared to hold back. You looked up at him, the desire growing sharper in you, your dull pain now adding to the pleasure, your legs slightly writhing. You fought against the ropes, whimpering. Phantom seemed to catch on as his brown eyes met yours, something in him snapping. He began snapping his hips at a ferocious pace, making you cry out as he continued to growl but also began to whimper and moan. 

“Such a perfect cunt. A vision. They don’t deserve you. So flawless…Cannot wait to fill your belly with my seed…Corrupt and condemn such a goddess…Ravaged by a monster…What would Steven think…?”

You moaned at the suggestion, thinking of how scandalous the situation would be. Your high was coming along a lot faster as the Phantom growled in your ear, hand at your throat while squeezing the sides and cutting off air. You felt your mind panic suddenly as you writhed but moaned louder, the lightheadedness causing immense pleasure. You were so close. 

“Oh, does my Little Angel enjoy that? Would you like to put on a show for the opera? Singing that beautiful song of pleasure?” He moaned out, his thrusts getting sloppier. 

You felt yourself climb higher and higher towards release, reaching it finally when Phantom growled in your ear making you grow with a child, making everyone know you were his. You saw stars behind your eyes, your heart bursting from your chest as you panted. The Phantom chased his own high, filling you up shortly after, making you moan softly. 

You attempted to catch your breath as the Phantom went to grab you a washcloth, wiping away at the spilling fluid. He released your wrists allowing you to rub at them. You flushed, your body limp and warm, worn out by the activity. You lay beside Phantom who held you to his chest, singing softly as you drifted off. 

You woke up once in the middle of the night, Phantom asleep. You stared at his face, only noticing how much more peaceful he looked in his sleep. You bit your lip, wondering why a man would wear a mask, even during sexual activities. Curiosity always got the better of you. You reached out softly, peeling away the mask, being careful to make sure he didn’t stir. You gasped softly at the reveal. The man's half of his face seemed to have large scars as if someone had taken a chunk of flesh in a bite, perhaps an animal. His cheeks were riddled with them, and half of the tip of his nose also with a chunk missing. 

You frowned, cocking your head. Sure he wasn’t gorgeous on that side but why was he here. He just seemed a little scarred. You softly touched the scars, the Phantom twitching at the touches in his sleep. You stop for a moment but again, only to have the mysterious man's eyes flutter open and horror and realization cross his face and he shoots up and snarls at you. 

“You broke the one rule?” He growled, his eyes dark and anger-filled. 

“I didn’t mean-” 

You felt a quick hand tie you up again, the ropes had been on his side of the bed, You tugged against them, feeling panic come up your throat as he tilted your head up, eyes gleaming with villainy. 

“From now on Angel, you belong to the Phantom of the Hawkins Opera. Edward Munson. But you may call me Master,” He growled out, his eyes swimming with possession, desire, and fury, your mouth opening to let out protests and failing to make a sound. There was no escape. No way to save yourself. You were his. 

Be careful what you wish for. 

THE END?

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Heal What Has Been Hurt Pt.2 (Vampire! Eddie Munson) (DARK!SMUT)

MAJOR STRANGER THINGS SEASON 4 SPOILERS

Part 1

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Warnings:  Noncon (the r4p3 word is in here so just a heads up), humiliation, noncon smut, Mentions of Blood and actions with blood, neck fetish, love bites, slight pray chase

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It had been many hours since you had passed out, your body moving slowly, turning your head and fluttering your eyes open. Groaning, you tried to inch closer to the edge of the bed, but a strong arm held you in place. Turning your head slightly, you saw Eddie sleeping, his arm tucked tightly under your waist. Attempting to pry his hand away from you, he grunted, pulling you in closer, your back right on his chest. “Can you please go back to sleep. You need to rest” his tone cold, not even bothering to open his eyes.

“Eddie, what are we still doing here”

Eddie sighed, opening his eyes now, nuzzling his face in the nape of your neck. He kissed it lightly, taking in your scent, “You just have to learn how to cooperate a bit, follow directions, and not fight me. Do all that, and we can go back out”

“What do you mean?”

“It’ll all make sense soon, baby. Just go back to sleep…unless you want to do something else” he whispered, trailing more kisses down your neck, his hips grinding into your ass. Bitting down on your lip, you froze, careful to not provoke him.

“What about school. I can’t just miss that” you changed the subject, making him grunt, annoyed. “I’ll take care of that for you, but forget about all that for now. Just relax” he cooed, sliding his hand down to your leg, goosebumps erupting right under his touch. “Let me make love to you, sweetheart. You deserve to be treated nice and gentle…..sometimes” he moaned, his hard dick pressing against your ass now. His hand was no longer holding you down, so you quickly rolled over and got off the bed.

“Eddie please! I still like you a lot and I promise I won’t tell anyone what happened. But I don’t want to stay here. I need to go back home, to my family, my life. You can’t just keep me here, this is illegal and wrong in so many ways” you explained agitated. The sudden movement made you see stars, moving a little too quick for your body to handle. He rushed to your side before you lost your balance completely. He led you back to bed, sitting you down gently. Kneeling in front of you, he took your hands into his, “You have to show me that you can be trusted y/n, I cant just risk you doing something stupid. I know you wont go the cops, love, I know you wont tell anyone, you know why?” he asked tapping on your hands. 

You didn't answer, not even sure if you wanted to know. 

“Because that would put them in danger. I’d have to kill them and you dont want anymore blood in your hands, right?” he cooed, caressing your fingers and pushing the hair away from your face. Eyebrows furrowed, you lifted your head up, concerned at his words, “what? What do you mean anymore? what did you do..” you ripped your hands away from his, backing up away from him. He smiled sadistically, “nothing babe, nothing that I didn't HAVE to do” he whispered, getting into bed, crawling to you. “steve..” you muttered. He was the one that saw you two last together. Your stomach turned in fear, “please tell me you didn’t.” you started to cry, feeling a knot in your throat. Eddie grabbed your leg, dragging you slowly towards him, but you kicked his hand, trying to push it off. It wouldn't budge, and it didn't even seem to faze him at all. Eddie yanked you hard, your body under his, “Jesus, stop your fucking crying, he’s alive. You dont even know him like that, why do you even care.. If he means that much to you, then hes a bigger threat than I thought....one that needs to removed” he murmured to himself in a fit of jealousy, making you feel distraught. “no dont! Steve has nothing to do with us Eddie, dont drag him into this bullshit” you spat. 

*smack*

Your head turned, the burning sensation spread through your cheek, “Dont you EVER talk to me like that again, you hear me? Or youre going to join him” he hissed, grabbing your face, making you look at him, “I put Steve in a coma” he laughed, fangs flashing coupled with his crazed look, mortifying you. 

“I followed him home after I put you in the back of my van. When he was in the bathroom I took the opportunity to smash his head into the sink, breaking it. His parents found him with his head cracked open, and called 911, but like I said, he is still alive. Steve wont be talking to anyone soon, sweetheart, dont worry. No one is going to save you” he chuckled, pecking your lips. “you're a monster” you whispered, tears spilling down your face. He smiled again, his eyes turning red,“you're so right my love, I fucking am, so I would be on my best behavior if I were you. I dont want to hurt you, but I will if I have to” he sighed, taking your lips into his. “you’ll be my good little girl, wont you?” he moaned, rocking his hips into you. You ran your hands up his chest, then up to his hair, wrapping your legs around him, “fuck you” you whispered, pulling his hair to the side, moving your legs in conjunction, swinging him off of you. As you tried to get to the door, you barely got two feet away from the bed before he flashed infront of you, grabbing your neck, picking you up. Choking due to the pressure, you tried to claw at his hands, making him, tighten his grip on you, your feet trying to reach for the floor, “I warned you” he growled, slamming you back into bed, the legs of the bed frame broke making the impact that much more powerful. 

The whiplash was enough to keep you down, your chest rising and falling, inhaling as much air as possible. Eddie took this opportunity to get a neck chain and a few other things from the closet. He grabbed your neck and wrapped it around, clasping it shut. The cold metal gave you goosebumps, reaching up to it and trying to pry it off. The chain tightened and pulled you back with each tug, halting your movements. “im disappointed y/n, you have a long way to go” his tone angry, “get this off me” you choked, swallowing hard, “I make the demands, brat” he whispered, getting in between your legs, while holding them down “you have no respect for me, I am trying to be loving, gentle, make the best out of this situation by bringing you to a place where we can work on our love without distractions but you insist on making it hell” he said through gritted teeth, “youre going to lay here and take your punishment, make sure to reflect on your shitty actions as im fucking the shit out of you” he growled, grabbing a rag from the nightstand and shoving it into your mouth. 

The only way to breathe now was through your nose, making you panic slightly. Your hands were trying to push him away, but he flipped you over, grabbing them hard, pinning them behind your back. You tried to scream but there was no use as it was all muffled. Eddie grabbed your waist and pulled you up, his dick penetrating you slowly. Both of you moaned at the feeling. As much as you wanted to hate it, the way his cock stretched you was just so delicious. He loved the way your pussy swallowed him whole, the tight feeling making him growl in pleasure. His thrusts quickened, suspending your body in the air as he held your arms up, your head unable to stay still as he pounded into you. You grunted, the rag catching any sound that tried to escape you, he was going too hard, you could feel his balls hitting your folds. Trying to get his attention, you tried to groan out his name, but you failed miserably, it was incoherent. “god your pussy drives me crazy” he groaned, “ I need to go faster” he hissed, doing exactly that, your body was practically vibrating, his inhuman speed making you squeal. “eddie~” you tried to scream, adding to his pleasure. 

You were sure to burst at any second, his tip reaching deeper inside you, your back arching into him, “dont. cum” he ordered, letting your arms go, face planting on the pillow. He grabbed your hips and started to fuck into you again. He lifted his knee up, and set his foot down on the bed, fucking you at an angle which he knew reached your g-spot. Going absolutely feral, you started to pant ferociously, “fuck, youre squeezing me so much, does that feel good?” he teased, quickening his pace. You shook your head in denial, making him chuckle, “liar.. I can tell that youre melting under me. You can try to fool yourself, but your body will always say otherwise. I know you love it. It turns you on when I take you by force, the way your heart races, mmm, I can feel the blood rushing down to your pussy, babygirl” his nasty words just added to your pleasure, feeling guilty because it was true. It was so wrong, yet it felt so fucking good. He pulled out just as you were about to cum, making you whine in sorrow. Eddie flipped you on your back, making the chain cling more onto your neck. He took the damp rag out of your mouth, gasping for air, licking your lips.

“Tell me you love it when I rape you” he growled, his eyes now a burgundy red, “just admit that you love it when I force myself onto you” he pressed, sinking himself into you again, making you shiver, letting out a quick gasp from his words. Without a warning, he bit into your neck, feeding on you, “ say it” he demanded again, making a new bite, the stinging sensation making you squeal, “im going to keep biting you until I hear it, my love” he mocked, going to the other side of your neck, licking and kissing where he would be bitting next, “I love it when you rape, master...I love it so much” you admitted, making Eddie let out an animalistic growl. He stuffed you with his dick, fucking you fast just how he knew you liked it. He sucked on your neck for a minute, knowing it would bruise, making him smile, “keep going, mmmfuck” he moaned, as his hand went in between you both, rubbing your clit. You moaned in pleasure, wrapping your arms around him, tangling your fingers through his hair, “I love it when you rape me master, it feels sso sso good. Just take me, please” you begged, making him loose it. He ripped the chain off of your neck, picking you up and holding you against the wall. He crashed his lips into yours, fucking into you hard, you held on yo his neck, wrapping your legs around him tighter, he held your ass firmly, rocking his hips into you as fast as he could go, barely being safe for you. His tongue explored your mouth, feeling it go down your throat. You moaned as the kiss got sloppier and sloppier, he stuck his tongue out and you took it into your mouth without hesitation, sucking on it as if you were sucking dick. Eddie eyes darkened, completely enveloped in lust, he detached himself from you, and sunk his teeth into your neck again, sucking into you, “fuck!~” you moaned, lifting your head up a bit, giving him better access. He kept filling you up, his thrusts never changing, each one feeling just perfect. 

“Can I cum please” you groaned, feeling your orgasm start to build. Eddie hummed a no, before detaching himself, “this is a punishment, remember” he smirked, turning around, his back to the wall now. The lack of support made you latch onto him more, “pleaseee” you whine, trying your best to not cum, “shhh, shut up” he hissed taking your lips again, “please master, I have to. I promise I’ll be good, I’ll let you suck me dry, but please let me cum. ” you pleaded, rolling your hips into him. Eddie flashed down onto the bed, holding your head in his hand to avoid whiplash. Ramming into you again he wrapped his hands around your neck, “Let me? Darling you’re missing the point. You’re mine, I can do with you whatever the fuck I want.” He panted, squeezing your neck harder, “Dont say things that’ll get you killed” he purred, making your body shake. Your body couldn’t stop itself from cumming, his sinful words pushing you over the edge, his red eyes coupled with his sinister smile, his mouth and fangs red from your blood, it was too much for you. Clenching around him, he moaned too far into his own pleasure. The way you shook under him, your eyes white as your orgasmed on his dick, he came inside you, mixing your juices with his own, as he pushed himself all the way into your cervix. His cock twitched, grunting and almost choking on his moans. “Mmm, princess” was all he could mutter, pumping into you a a few more times before laying on top of you, caging you with his body.

As you came down from your own orgasm, you laid there panting, your own thoughts coming back to you, really remembering where you were and what you had said. You weren’t yourself when you were having sex with him. It felt like you were under a spell. The guilt started to dawn on you, making you start to cry. Eddie noticed this and got off of you, pulling you into his arms, “There there darling, everything will be okay” he whispered, his tone sounding like he knew WHY you were even crying. “This is normal princess. After you’ve been claimed, you loose yourself to the pleasure and when I feed from you, it makes us both feel good. Beautiful, isn't it? You’re safe and sound with me. It’s okay to feel good when doing something very very bad” he comforted but it made you cry even harder, “Why me, Eddie…why are you doing this to me!” You sobbed. He caressed your face, placing a soft kiss on your lips, “because you're the one. The one I love and need” his tone low and deep. His words made your heart skip a beat. love? You had never been told that and it felt kind of good to have him say that to you. Snapping out of it you thought on what had happened, you needed to stay mentally strong. “Eddie” you muttered before melting into the kiss, your cries slowly fading. 

Eddie carried you to the bathroom where a nice squoval bathtub sat in the corner of the room, he placed you on the counter and started to run the bath, spilling in some bubble bath soap. “Would my baby like the water warm or hot” he asked. “in between” you replied, inhaling the sweet scent of the of the soap. Eddie smiled and adjusted it, but yanked his hand away when the hot water touched his fingers. “Are you okay?” you asked worried, but you were more concerned about the fact that you were even worried for the person that kidnapped you. “yeah Im fine, its just a little hot” he replied, looking at his skin which was already red and irritated. His skin was healing itself but it still hurt badly. Eddie picked you up and carried you to the tub, placing you down gently, “is this good?” he smiled, watching your reaction. Nodding he placed you all the way down, watching as your body relaxed into the water, your body was tired from everything since you got there so a nice warm bath actually helped you relax. 

“i got things to care of so I’ll be gone for a while. I know I cant keep you locked in this room...well I can, but I dont want that. Youre free to roam the house but dont do anything stupid. Remember, I will always find you and anyone who stands in my way will pay the price.” he warned running his fingers over your cheek, taking your chin and lifting your head up, “do you understand?” he ordered more so than asked, his face dead serious. You licked your lips, you eyes staring right into his big brown ones, “Yes, I understand” nodding as you said the words. He leaned down, giving you a passionate kiss, his tongue entering you with ease and no fight on your part. He moaned into the kiss, his hand on the back of your head keeping you steady. He loved a good fight but this was the first time you were so willing, not resisting him at all. The sounds of your lips smacking against his was like music to his ears, his dick starting to harden, but before it could go any further he disconnected himself, a bit of saliva still connecting you two, with a quick peck he smiled, his eyes red with hunger now. 

As he started to get up, you took his hand, making him stop and turn. You tapped on your bruised neck, “one last one? for goodluck?” you asked, teasing him with your tone. Eddie shivered, smiling with his fangs before licking his lips, he approached you again, kneeling. His strong hands grabbed your neck, pushing your head to the side. He breathed your scent in, before kissing your neck, your body igniting with want, skin getting goosebumps. When you felt him open his mouth, your eyes closed and braced for the pressure, “Be my good girl today, and Ill give you a reward when I come back” he whispered, giving your neck a long lick. He got up and you whined, breathing a little heavier than before. You felt needy. Needy for him. Your eyes roamed his body up and down, your eyes lingering a little more on his bulge. Eddie smiled, his eyes flipping back to brown, “I’ll see you then, princess. Be good” he winked, walking out the bathroom.

Eddie could feel how sexually frustrated you were, how you yearned for him to inflict any type of sensation onto your skin. Of course he wanted to fuck you right then there but he wanted you to feel all hot and bothered for him. He loved the idea of you associating pleasure to only him. He would be the only one that could touch you and please you just how you desperately craved. 

~~~Later that day~~~~

Eddie made it to school, his mind only allowing you to occupy his thoughts. He wondered what you were doing, if you had ate, were you bored? Did you miss him? Were you mad at him? Had you gotten out? Were you on your way to the police, and were they on their way here now? Eddie broke his pencil, sighing as he got another one from his backpack. None of those horrifying thoughts were real. He had checked that house from top to bottom and made sure that there was no way no one would be able to get in or out except for him. This eased his mind.

During lunch he decided to sit down with his old friend group, of course some of the older members were missing but his old best friend was still there. Dustin. 

Mike, Lucas and Dustin were a bit shocked to see him sitting in his old spot. Eddie could feel their excitement regardless, “whats up buttercups, long time no see” he started making them giggle a bit. “Eddie the banished, its good to see you again buddy. Youre looking much better” Dustin smiled, unable to contain his happiness. “yeah..im feeling better” he smirked looking down, poking at his food. 

“Is it because of a special someone?” Will asked, his eyes darting to Dustin for a split second. Eddies smile faded a bit, feeling suspicious now, “maybe..how’d you know” he tried smiling again, forcing himself to not break character. “I told them that I saw you two talking one day while y/n was at her locker. That could only mean one thing” he suggested, elbowing Lucas slightly. Eddie let out a breathy chuckle, “Shes so sweet, I was going to ask her out today but she didnt make it to class, have you guys seen her?” his face feigning confusion. Everyone shook their head, “I usually see her waiting outside Mrs. Smiths class but I didnt see her today” Mike answered taking a bite out of his food. “ill just ask her tomorrow. Itll work out better, we can go out on the weekend...if she says yes of course” he laughed making everyone smile. 

As they caught up they mentioned how Steve ended up in a coma making Eddie choke on his own drink, “you're lying! What happened” he faked again. Dustins expression dropped, “I dont know, his parents said that he slipped and fell in the bathroom and he hit his head somewhere. Im going to go see him today, im just hoping he wakes up soon” Eddie bit his tongue before empathizing with him, “im so sorry, I know how close you two were”. Dustin cleared his throat, “its fine, he’ll pull through” as soon as he said that, the bell rang making Eddie jump a bit. They all said their goodbyes and even asked Eddie if he would like to join the D&D club again, he agreed as this would help him keep an eye on Steve without having to sneak into the hospital himself. 

When school ended, he snuck into your house grabbing some of your things, careful to not make it super obvious that stuff was missing, then he headed back to his trailer to pack his things. He tells his uncle that he’s staying over with some friends for a while but that he’s going to come back here and there. His uncle doesn’t think too much of it as he used to do that a lot anyway. He just asks him to be extra careful and that he’ll wait for him here. Eddie grabs all his drugs and money and dips to the grocery store for some essentials. 

While he’s roaming the isles, he hears a familiar voice. Your mom was talking to one of her friends about you not coming home last night and that she told the chief of police to start searching for you. Due to everyone that had gone missing after the events of Hawkins splitting, it was going to be hard to find you but that they would ask around and do their best. She went on to saying that they already had so many flyers printed and that they were asking people to join in for a search party, and she asked if she would be able to help. The friend said “of course. I’ll let Jim know that way we can all go and help”

Eddie cursed and went into the same isle after her friend left, trying to get your moms attention. Your mom noticed him and she hesitated to talk to him but she needed as many people as possible to help, “Excuse me, Eddie Munson?” She asked half smiling to him. “Yeah?” He faked nonchalantly, “I’m sorry to bother you son, but have you seen Y/n Y/L/n? She’s my daughter and she hasn’t been home since yesterday. Maybe you’ve seen her in class or anywhere else?” She spoke concerned.

Eddie had a surprised look now, “oh! you’re her mom? It’s so nice to meet you Miss. I was actually talking to her yesterday during lunch, just briefly, while I got my food, but after that I didn’t see anymore. I wasn’t aware she was missing though, I’m so sorry” he said, trying to not look suspicious. “Oh it’s not your fault, no need to apologize. I went to the school this morning to see if anyone saw her but they said they had no idea either and that she stopped showing up after lunch” she sighed her tears threatening to fall. “My husband and I are getting a group of people to go and look for her. Would you mind helping? You don’t have to but-”

“Please! Anything I can do to help.” He cut her off, making your mom smile at his willingness. She handed him the flyer, “thank you, truly. It’ll be Saturday afternoon. Please spread the word to any of her friends, I’d greatly appreciate it, Eddie” she thanked him before walking away.

Eddie looked down at the paper, his nose flaring. “Not to worry Miss y/L/n, I’ll keep her safe” he muttered, crumbling the paper up and shoving it in his back pocket before leaving the store. 

Before he headed home he went into the woods and ran to the closest river, one that he knew would lead the cops and the search party on the wrong path. He had a piece of clothing that resembled what you wore last and ripped it with his hands, sticking the cloth into a log and then sticking the last piece under a rock, near the river. He ran at the speed of light back to his van, getting in and driving over to you. 

The whole day that you were left at the house, you searched for a way out. You  scanned every inch of that place, hoping that there was some way to get outside. Hours went by and you felt helpless, there was no way out of here. You tried to make the best out of your situation by following directions, being good, as he requested but you still needed to get out of here. This wasn’t normal. After the time passed by you got tired so you mindlessly flipped through the tv, cleaning up a bit and then eating whatever you could find that looked appetizing. You explored the house a little more, not looking for an escape this time, but just looking around in general. The rooms were full of things that the previous owners owned, their jewelry, clothes, shoes, pictures, everything. Snooping through an album you came across a picture where there was a lady posing in the entry of a cellar which looked like the living room, then the next photo was another cellar door opening to the outside. A secret door. You quickly moved the furniture around in search for a trap door, or anything that opened to the bottom. When you ripped the rug away, you saw the seams of what looked like a door. Laying on it, you hit the floor and it sounded a bit hollow. 

The door didnt have a lock on it. It couldn't possibly be this easy, you thought. Getting up, you pulled it open, carefully setting it down so it wouldn't damage the floor. There were some cement stairs leading down to the bottom of the cellar, glancing at the kitchen clock, you hoped that Eddie wasnt going to get home soon, quickly stepping down the stairs. Trying to feel around, you finally found a light switch, turning all the lights on. You expected a rusty, gross, moldy, wooden cellar but it was actually pretty nice. Someone had to have prepared this in case of an emergency. There was canned food, first aid kits, emergency supplies, beds, and guns. Your heart started to race, you quickly looked around some more and you found the cellar door from the picture. This one was locked but only by a metal lock which could be broken and opened with wrenches.

 Looking around some more you found them, sticking them in between the shackle, then pressing them together, making the lock expand and open. This was the moment of truth, saying a silent prayer you pushed the doors and they opened, they were concealed in dirt, grass, and leaves, making Eddie completely miss it. You wanted to flee but Eddie had been gone for a long time, it would be your luck that you would run into him as you were trying to escape. Quickly you shut the doors, turned off the lights and ran back upstairs. You shut the cellar door, placed the rug over it, and the furniture as well. Grabbing the album you took the two pictures out and ripped them, flushing the shreds down the toilet.  Setting everything back to what it was you sat there and waited for him to come back feeling so proud of yourself and for what you were going to do. 

When Eddie pulled up, he quickly got inside, locking everything up before finding you sleeping on the couch. His heart warmed, there was no damage anywhere and not even the curtains had been moved. A really good step. When he approached you, you quickly jerked up, not having heard him arrive. He smiled, sitting next to you, “im home darling. How are you?” he asked rubbing your back. “good, you scared me” you whispered, leaning into him as you closed your eyes again. He couldn't stop his smile from forming, giggling a little at your cuteness, “im sorry bunny, Ill make sure to knock next time, or....perhaps one day youll be the one with the keys” he said making you get up from him. He wanted to feel your warmth on him, so he pulled you back, “what do you mean?” you asked, looking down at the floor. 

“If you keep being my good little girl then I wont have a need to keep you locked up here. You know I…I just want us to live a happy normal life, this is just for security measures. You understand right?” he asked cradling you, “I understand” you softly answered. Eddie picked you up and placed you on his lap, “I missed you so much” he confessed bringing you in for a kiss. Quickly you moved your lips against his, your hand on his chest then on his shoulders. The kiss deepened, making him slide his hands under your shirt, caressing over your exposed breasts. He disconnected the kiss giving you a suggestive look, “this is my shirt...and youre not wearing a bra. Wanna explain” he smiled, his eyes darkening with lust. You tilted your head, grinding into him, making him hiss, his head leaning back a bit, “Mind your business” you teased, grinding on him again. He moaned, grabbing your hair, pulling it down in less than a second, exposing your delectable neck to him, “Keep running your mouth like that and Ill have to teach you some manners. Just know your throat will be raw for days ” he warned, making you giggle, “I’m sure it can’t be THAT bad” you smirked, testing him. He pulled you up, ripping the shirt off, leaving you in just your underwear. He crashed his lips into yours, his hands gliding down to your ass, giving you a nice spank before he grabbing your neck abruptly. 

Eddie led you down to the floor, not releasing his hand from you, “Take my dick out” he ordered, sitting back down on the couch, spreading his legs in front of your face. You obeyed but took your time doing so, his dark eyes roaming your body, a menacing look of impatience plastered all over his face. When you pulled him out, you quickly started to pump him in your hand, needing to use both hands to really cover his entire length. Eddie threw his head back, bucking his hips into your hands, “fuck mee” he moaned, returning his head back to you. Wrapping your lips around him, you started to bob your head up and down, hollowing your mouth as you moaned with his dick stuffed in your mouth. Eddie was a mess already, cursing under his breath, his hands on your head, pushing you lower and lower until you were gagging on him. “thats it, choke on my dick princess, show me you can take it” he spat through gritted teeth making you moan louder, grinding your aching pussy down into the floor. 

The sight of you on your knees, whimpering, your breast bouncing with each grind to the floor, teary eyed as his cock disappeared into you, had him foaming at the mouth. “I cant take it anymore, I need you” he growled, grabbing you and placing you on top of him, you squealed at the sudden fast movement, Eddie pushed your panties to the side and snapped his hips into you, making you scream, “EDDIE”. He chuckled darkly and kept fucking into you, making your boobs bounce faster. He was going absolutely insane, taking your nipple into his mouth, making you shiver. His lips trailed to your actual breast where he placed a love bite, sucking at the skin, making sure it would bruise. You tried to match the movements by going up and down, but he was just too fast. “ride me” he instructed, stopping his thrusts. “Im not fast enough” you argued, making him squeeze your neck, “ I said..Ride Me” he warned with an allusive smile. 

You started to move your hips, holding yourself on his chest. You started to throw you ass back and forth, your clit touching his lower abdomen. Eddie closed his eyes, too far into his own pleasure to operate. When he opened his eyes again they were red, meaning that he was feeling a strong emotion that made him feel hungry for you. After a few minutes of you working on him, you felt yourself start to reach your orgasm, “Cum for me” he instructed straightening up, his face approaching your neck. Eddie was now in the penultimate stage of his plan. He needed to bite you as you orgasmed to mark you as his, forever. 

“Youre mine, y/n, only mine” he purred, kissing the nape of your neck, “tell me youre mine” he instructed, “im yours Eddie, forever and always yours” you panted, the words escaping your mouth as if were a chant. You started to squeeze him, making him explode inside you, groaning as his teeth sunk into your skin, triggering you to cum on his dick. The all too familiar wave of pleasure hit you, screaming his name. Your back arched, his arms holding you in place as he fed from you, whilst pumping you full of his cum. 

That was the moment you two had become one, forever merging your souls with this ritual. You heard slight whispers in your head but you brushed it off quickly as you were too busy letting Eddie feed, oh how it fulfilled you when he did. 

When Eddie finished, he looked a little different, as if he was more human. His paleness disappearing slightly. He licked his lips, taking the last few drops into his mouth. He looked so, calm. 

“How did you like your reward?” he smirked, rubbing your butt. 

“I loved it. It was almost worth all the hours you left me here by myself. Needy and horny” you whined, feeling slightly angry at him for leaving you all hot and bothered. 

Eddies eyes widened a bit, looking surprised. 

“what is it? Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked confused. 

“Im sorry my love...I didnt mean to leave you all..hot and bothered” he smiled giving you a quick kiss. 

Your eyebrow scrunched in confusion but before you could say anything he picked you up, carrying you into the bathroom. 

“Lets take a quick shower, love. Its been a long long day” he said, a hit of excitement in his voice. 

~~~3 weeks had gone by~~~

The search party had gone great. Everyone was led the wrong way and the cops could not find you anywhere. They found the piece of clothing and pronounced you dead. Eddie was ecstatic when he heard the news, you two could finally go away from this shitty place and restart somewhere new. 

While you were in the house, you got used to waiting for Eddie to arrive, he was the highlight of your day. He kept you updated with school, your family, friends, and anything that went on in the media. Of course he left a few things out but you didn't have to know all that. It would only hurt you. Everything was perfect, you sometimes didn't even remember you found a way out. You trusted Eddie would bring you back when you two were ready, but you often wondered why he hadn't. 

The following day you were cleaning up the house, and you noticed that there was a pair of jeans that Eddie had been looking for under the couch. He had just left the house so you decided to surprise him when he got back. You took it to the laundry room and checked the pockets to make sure that there wasn't anything inside, and thats when it all went to shit. 

You took out the paper and it had your face in it, with the big bold letters, “missing”. You knew that much but you didn't know that there had been a search party organized by your parents to try and find you. Your heart broke as you read the flyer, crying at the agony that you have caused your family. 

You couldn't contain yourself and anger started to seep into your heart. Eddie was purposely keeping you in the dark. You decided to confront him but you needed a plan in case anything went wrong. Using your time wisely you set everything up and got yourself ready for the thing that could make or break this twisted relationship. 

As you and Eddie were having dinner, he noticed that you were too quiet. You were very upset. He reached for your hand and you pulled it away, “dont” you muttered. 

Eddie got heated fast, but he tried to not react rash. “whats wrong? Why are you upset babe?” he asked, his tone cold. Sighing, you shook your head, getting up from the table and pulling out his missing jeans from a cabinet, throwing them at him. A vase full of water started to tip but he got it just in time, setting it right. 

“I found your fucking jeans” you spat, walking over to the room, making Eddie flash in front of you, “what is your issue. Why are you acting like a cunt all of a sudden” he hissed, preventing you from going any further. “Look inside the pocket. If anyones a cunt here, its you” you stepped away from him, locking yourself inside the bathroom, running yourself a bath. 

Eddie reached inside the pocket and the missing flyer was there. He mouthed a quick fuck and went to the bathroom. 

“open this door” he instructed. 

“fuck off” you spat. 

Eddie took a deep breath before kicking the door open, making the door fall straight down into the floor. 

“I was just trying to keep you safe” he explained, “me telling you that they were looking for you wouldnt have done anything but made you sad. Were doing so good you and I, this fucking paper doesnt change anything” he explained, looking at you sit inside the bathtub. 

“Yes it does...I miss them, and you took me away from them. The least you could have done was told me. I dont trust you anymore” you cried, wipping your tears away. 

Eddie tried to touch you but you smacked his hand away. He quickly grabbed you by the throat and started to lift you up, “behave yourself. Youre doing so good, you dont want to ruin your chance of going out there again, now do you?” he warned setting you down harshly. 

As you choked on your air you snapped, “youre such A LIAR! Youre keeping me in this fucking house because youre selfish. You tell me that youre “going” to and then you dont, its been 3 weeks Eddie, 3! I just want to go home” 

“THIS IS YOUR HOME! I AM YOUR HOME” he screamed taking his clothes off, “do I need to show you? Do I need to put a baby inside you so that you get the family that you so desperately need and miss?”

“get out of the tub” he instructed, “no” you spat. Eddie grabbed your hair and started to kiss you, holding your neck tightly with the other, “is this what you want?.....me to treat you so fucking harshly so that you submit to me” he groaned, shoving his tongue down your throat. You reached under the bubbled water to get a vase that was full of hot water. With an unknown strength, you smashed it against his head, knocking him out immediately. 

You quickly slipped into some preset clothes and shoes you left out before moving all the furniture away. Due to your adrenaline you started zooming, quickly moving everything and opening the cellar door. When you got to the ones that led outside, you pushed them with all your strength and they flew open. Quickly pulling yourself out you started to book it. You had no idea where you were and it was starting to get dark, but you kept running. You just ran in a straight line, you didnt know how much time you had before Eddie would come after you, but you needed to sprit now. 

50 minutes had gone by and you started to feel a sharp pain in your side, you needed to slow down, but as you started to walk, you heard a blood curdling shriek that sounded like your name. You held your side as you started to run again, it sounded like it was quite far away but with his inhumane speed he was sure to find you soon. You heard the sound of a freeway nearby, running to the sound. But with that, the sound of tree branches snapping and moving came along. You sprinted as fast as your feet could carry you, now being able to see the car lights. “IM GONNA FIND YOUUU” Eddie laughed, his terrifying voice ripping through the trees, it sounded like he was up on them. At this point he knew where you were, but you were also so close to the cars now, “YOU CANT RUN FOREVER DARLING....I WILL ALWAYS FIND YOU” He screeched, making you run right into the freeway. The cars swerved and stopped, honking erupted everywhere, the sound of tires screeching through the road coupled with cars crashing into each other scared you. You stopped running, placing your hands in front of you, “please! help me” you cried, a woman stepped out of her car slowly approaching you. “oh my god! what are you doing, are you okay?” she asked, now holding you. 

After she got out, more people came out from their cars, the freeway now stopped. There was a huge commotion and the sound of sirens started to sound not too far from there. It was like the movies, but you were in shock and all you could do was stare into the woods. Just watching if Eddie would follow. He caught up to you not long after that, landing on a tree where you could see him. His face was scarred due to the hot water that you spilled on him, the glass shards still on his skin. His iris’ were a bright glowing red, the whites of his eyes looked like they were black. He smiled, his fangs clearly visible, he blew you a kiss before he gestured two fingers two his eyes and then moved them to you, gesturing that he would be watching you. “hello, can you hear me? What's your name?” the lady asked shaking you. You looked at her for a split second and when you looked up to the tree again, and he was gone. “y/n....y/n y/l/n” you stammered, slowly falling to your feet, crying. 

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[2jihiir0]

“Make it quick… baby’s sleeping..”

🚬🥃🖤⛓️

Older scruffier trailer trash Eddie that takes care of younger Steve while running some illegal businesses. I saw the new Hoard trailer and this sort of happened ?? My brain has been melting ever since.

Anyways enjoy loves~

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[theflowerrooms]

Hiya! So I've just read Swollen Lips and absolutely loved it 😍 I was wondering if you'd maybe take that a bit further in another fic for innocent!reader with oral fixation? Like imagine she'd slept over at Eddie's trailer and he wakes up to her sucking and licking the head of his cock which is just poking out of the top of his pyjama pants... and then take it wherever after that, my brain just got stuck on that one little part, haha

to request • Eddie’s masterlist • main masterlist • part one

Swollen Lips II

Eddie Munson x innocent!fem!reader with an oral fixation

Summary; sweet girl sleeping over at Eddie’s when you just really need something, anything between your lips. Thankfully Eddie already taught you the perfect solution.

Thanks for the request!! I loved writing swollen lips, so I loved writing this as well! I got a little carried away! can be read as a stand alone, but would make more sense if you read part one -petal

wordcount: 1.9k

warnings: smut, swearing, dark themes?, dubcon, coercion, somnophilia (reader wakes Eddie up with head), Oral (m and f receiving), fingering (f receiving) overstimulation, squirting, Eddie’s a bit of a perv with an affliction for reader’s innocence.

He was startled, and pleased. His shirt was clinging to his chest and back and he quickly ripped it off before his eyes focused on you.

His sweet girl on her tummy between his legs, teary eyed and desperate, whining softly. Eddie let out a shaking breath and pet your hair with one hand while he used the other to push his pyjama pants down further so you’d have better access.

Waking up to the sight of your kitten licking and sucking gingerly on the tip of his cock poking out of his pyjama pants was almost enough to knock him back out. And now? He got to bask in the sight and feeling of you moaning softly, whining contently now with his heavy cock on your tongue. “Better baby? That’s all you needed, huh?”

He felt so good, tired and groggy still, and you’d always make him feel good. He’d been with girls, and guys before, not a ton, but enough to have experience, to know what he was doing. You didn’t. You didn’t know what you were doing and that was evident, uncalculated and sloppy, drool leaking down your chin, tongue lapping his precum greedily; it all only spurred him on.

That paired with the fact that his was the first and only dick you’d ever touched, ever even seen. He wanted to keep it that way, make you his, make sure you didn’t know anything he hadn’t taught you and hadn’t seen anything he didn’t show you. He wanted to make sure he was the only one to see you bare and vulnerable.

You looked so beautiful to him right now. You always did, but right now, pleasing him because you needed it? He moaned loudly and you hollowed your cheeks, wanting to make him feel even better.

His fingers laced through your hair and tightened as he pushed his hips up a bit, slowly thrusting into your mouth. He focused on not making you gag or choke, which he thought might freak you out. He only wanted you to be comfortable and happy, so he reached down with his free hand and cupped the side of your face gently, thumb stroking your warm cheek. His touch made you blush. So beautiful.

His hands followed the motion as you moved your head up and down. You noticed the more you moved like that, the better he seemed to feel. Having something in your mouth calmed you down and made you feel good, yes, but making Eddie feel pleasure made you feel even better.

As you moved, your head leaned slightly into Eddie’s comforting touch that you loved. You figured he deserved the same, raising a hand up and under his shirt, gently petting his lower stomach. You weren’t sure if he could feel the love for him come from your hand, but the pink tinting his pale face was enough for you.

He was already close and then like earlier, you wanted more. So your mouth released his cock and dropped to his balls full with cum. Swollen, drool-covered lips left sloppy kisses and you took turns sucking on each of them, not caring to be gentle, but Eddie didn’t mind. He preferred it. He let out a half stifled moan that turned into loud broken moaning when he felt your hand, slightly cold and significantly smaller than his, wrap around his cock, jerking him off at the same paced he jerked himself off earlier. He prayed that Wayne had already left for work. Part of him was slightly disappointed he couldn’t be the one to teach you how to give a hand job now, but a bigger part of him was so proud of you for picking up on what felt good without him telling you. And all of him just felt good.

His hips shook and he whimpered. The sound made you look up at him while you continued worshiping his balls. Innocent, teary eyes looking into his almost made him blow his load right there. “Feels so good doll, gonna- you’re gonna make me cum soon sweetheart.” You didn’t respond to him, just giggled, he felt your smile against his sensitive skin and that was it.

He thrusted up into your hand, strangled breaths punching out of him as his toes curled beside you. He swore his legs shook as he came, but he couldn’t tell, too focused in watching his cum drip over your knuckles, a drop of it hitting your cheek. He swore he heard you whimper when he came.

He blinked quickly, trying to focus his eyes. His eyes focused just in time to watch you lick it off of your fingers, big smile on your face. He swallowed thickly as you moved up the bed to kneel next to him while he fixed his pants. He loved that smile.

“You did so good angel, thank you for that.” He grinned wide, big hand reaching up, swiping his cum off your cheek and gently forcing it into your mouth. He felt you hum around his skin, shuffling slightly. That’s when he noticed your thighs pressed together.

“You know baby.” He started, moving his hand from your mouth to your thigh. Gripping it softly, he zeroed in on the way your pretty lips dropped open. “It feels really good for me when you use your mouth down there. It can also feel really good for you if I use my mouth down here.” He explained as he moved his hand further up your bare thigh, feeling the heat radiating from your covered cunt.

“Really?” You asked, your eyes wide and cheeks warm. He watched you spread your legs just slightly and he was sure you didn’t even realize.

“Oh yeah- absolutely… Can I show you doll?” He asked, pupils blown, hand twitching to reach up further and aching to rub you through your shorts.

You didn’t say anything, just nodded your head and pushed your shorts and panties off. You were eagerly exposing yourself to him, that was enough of a yes to him.

Upon seeing how wet you’d gotten for him, he was quick to throw himself between your thighs. He was even quicker to lick a fat stripe up your folds, dragging his tongue over your clit. He realized slowly that he probably should’ve been slower, but the soft, shaky moan you let out washed away any previous care he had about that.

He held your thighs with a vice grip, feeling you squirm around as he buried his tongue inside of you. His fingers dug into your soft flesh, probably hard enough to leave bruises, but you didn’t complain, so neither did Eddie.

He couldn’t get over how good you tasted, how sweet, all for him. Licking your pretty little pussy was a million times better than settling for the crotches of the panties he’d steal from you. Something he’d never tell you about. “Taste so fuckin’ good.”

He didn’t have to see you to know you were blushing. “Thanks- thank you Eddie.” Your voice shook so obviously, he knew you were probably close. He knew you were definitely close when he went from licking to simply sucking on your clit as hard as he could without hurting you. All you could get out was desperate whimpers and his name, over and over again. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

“Feels- feels- it’s funny, feeling funny, E-Eddie.” You struggled to get the sentence out. Eddie laughed quietly and darkly, his hands gripping your hips roughly so you couldn’t pull them away like you were trying to do.

He removed his lips from your sensitive bundle of nerves for just a moment, “It’s okay baby- trust me.” And you did. He sucked your clit into his mouth and shook his head from side to side before you finally came, screaming his name.

He figured this was probably your first orgasm, definitely your first one from someone else, and he was right on both accounts. You shook and screamed. Screams turned into moans and moans turned into whimpers as you came down from this feeling. He could feel your walls twitching against his chin.

He couldn’t help himself as he slid two fingers inside you, amazed by the zero resistance. “Eddie! Too much- too much- no more, I can’t.” Your voice shook and he was quick to soothe you, free hand stroking your hair and you keened into his touch.

He shook his head with a pout that matched yours, he loved that pout. “It’s okay baby, you’re okay, need you to trust me, hm? Like before? gonna feel good again real soon.” He rushed out and you nodded. He smiled, thumb finding your clit, tight fast circles as he thrusted his middle and index fingers in and out of you at a ruthless pace.

Every sound and word that came out of you sounded like one never ending whine, and he loved it. He knew you were gonna cum sooner than before, so sensitive and still so new to it all.

That proved to be right. His fingers inside you dragged against your g-spot over and over. You felt so weird, a new sensation started forming in your lower stomach. You weren’t sure what it meant, and you couldn’t get the words out to let him know. His thumb rolled just right over your clit and that was it. You heard a soft gushing sound and Eddie moaning before you felt your second orgasm hit you even harder than the first. You shook and screamed, heart racing as a hot energy raced from your toes to your head.

It took a few seconds before you came down from your orgasm. Soon your eyes started working again, just in time to watch Eddie suck his fingers clean, another moan of satisfaction leaving his lips. Your eyes fell from his lips to his wet wrist, then to the dark puddle on his bedsheets, no idea how it came from you. Your face flushed knowing you made a mess.

“That was so- so hot. Felt good doing it, seeing that.” He quelled your worries and you smiled shyly at him, saying ‘thank you’. Always so polite, his good girl. His cock was rock hard again under the plaid fabric of his pyjama pants, but he’d ignore it. He’d already worked you to completion and then some. He decided to take it easy on you now and give you the aftercare you deserved. He wouldn’t break you completely like he wanted… Not tonight at least.

He helped you put your panties and shorts back on and pulled you close to him on the side of the bed, out of the way of the wet spot. He spooned you comfortably under the covers, with arm under you, holding you gently. With his other arm, he grabbed your jaw and turned your head to face him, placing a big wet kiss on your soft, beautiful lips. He could get used to kissing you. He laughed softly as you scrunched up your nose. “What’s the matter baby?” He whispered.

“Yucky, I don’t taste nice, ‘s not yummy like yours is.” He knew what you were talking about but couldn’t possibly agree less.

“Well, I love it.” He huffed playfully and rested his head next to yours, fingers finding their way to your lips and slipping past them so you could have something in your mouth as you slept.

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[pencilscratchins]

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[trensu]

Steve had always wanted to be a skilled fighter. The schools that churned out the best fighters all happened to be schools for holy warriors. It was possible that Steve maybe sort of lied a little (with the help of his friends Robin and Dustin) to get into this school by claiming he was full to the brim of religious fervor but hadn’t decided who to pledge his sword to yet. It shouldn’t have worked, if he were honest with himself, but by some stroke of luck it did, and he finished his training as one of the top combatants. 

The issue now was that he had to pick a god whose crest to carry. There were all sorts of gods. Gods of water, gods of air, gods of agriculture, war gods, cat gods, plant gods...the list was endless. And while Steve was one of the best fighters around, he was most definitely not one of the best researchers. Thankfully Dustin and Robin were very clever and knew where to find details about the many gods in existence.

“So what kind of god do you want to follow? Maybe we can start there,” Robin asked.

“Uh…a good one?”

“You’re no help at all, you know that?” Dustin grumbled.

They suggested a local god known as Carver who stood for righteousness, but Steve turned that down. It didn't feel like a good fit. They suggested a love god by the name of Chrissy, who valued love of all kinds, romantic, platonic, familial...Steve had been tempted, very tempted, because Steve had always carried an excess of love in his heart. Robin had vetoed that one stating that Steve was already too reckless with his love and she wouldn't stand by and watch him break his own heart over and over again.

Dustin suggested a god of knowledge, Clarke, who blessed and guided those with curiosity, imagination, and a knack for invention. Steve shot that one down immediately. He was never one to be overly imaginative or curious; he preferred to deal with concrete things. Out of their quickly dwindling list, Robin reluctantly suggested Hargrove, a war god favored by a nearby kingdom, but if Carver was ill-fitting, then Hargrove was outright repellent to Steve.

"C'mon, Steve, you gotta pick someone!" Dustin huffed in frustration. 

Robin thunked her head against the table in the library where they were looking up deities. She was obviously at her wit's end too. Steve, however, just dug his heels in with a particularly stubborn scowl.

"I can't just pick anyone!" Steve said. "If I'm going to pledge my sword to someone, it has to be someone...someone good. Someone that, I don't know, someone I can believe in, even when--no especially when things go wrong. That’s the whole point!"

"Yeah, I get that," Robin sighed, a mix of fond and annoyed, "but this is the eighth book we've gone through and the only one left here is called the King of Darkness which is hardly going to--huh."

Robin paused mid-rant to look at the page more closely. Steve and Dustin both huddled around her to peek into the book as well. Dustin also made a sound of curiosity.

"That's weird," Dustin said.

"Right?" Robin asked enthusiastically.

"What? What's weird?" Steve didn't get what caught their attention.

"This god only has a couple of sentences," Dustin explained, "And they don't really make sense. Something about dark creatures and the undeserving? The grammar and structure is all weird though."

"It looks like a half-assed translation," Robin added with a nod. "We should find the original text."

"Yeah! And if we can make a better translation, we could get it added to the next edition and they'd have to put our names on the book," Dustin said excitedly. Robin's eyes lit up at the thought and they both rushed off to the stacks to track down any original sources.

"Guys! Guys, what about my..."

The librarian hushed Steve, irritated. Steve groaned in defeat.

"...godly choices. Yeah, fine," Steve slumped back on his seat. "I need to find non-nerd friends."

Two days later, Robin and Dustin finished translating a slim, dusty book. They were nearly vibrating in their seats as Steve reviewed their notes on what they found. Dustin gripped his arm and gave him a shake.

"So? What do you think?" he asked excitedly.

Robin slung her arm across Steve's shoulders. With more tenderness than Steve expected, she said, "I know it doesn't seem like it, he doesn't really fit with your whole style, but it could work."

"Yeah," Steve said with a hopeful smile. "Yeah, this feels right."

--

It took longer than Steve would've liked, but eventually he managed to track down a small, crumbling shrine. It was an alcove carved near the entrance--no more than a crack in the stone really--of a cave at the edge of a lush forest. He almost missed it, it was so drowned in overgrown crawling vines and weeds. It bore a modest statue, no bigger than Steve, standing atop an equally modest plinth. There was a spot that obviously held a plaque once, but it must’ve been dug out by thieves at some point.

The sight of it made something in Steve's chest twinge; a strange pang of melancholy at seeing a god so forgotten and abandoned. It surprised him as he had never been particularly religious, but there was just something about this one that drew him in.

It was the middle of the day, so Steve quickly made camp and took advantage of the light to begin clearing the shrine. He started where the plaque had been, scrubbing off the dirt and moss that had filled the indentation. He knew a good smith; he could commission a new plaque to be made. After that, he weeded the immediate area around the plinth where worshipers would typically lay their offerings and pray.

By the time he finished that, it was late afternoon and he decided that was good enough for today. He had to eat and get a few hours of sleep so he could be alert once night fell. When he curled up on his bedroll, he couldn't help the grin that spread on his face. He was going to offer himself to his god tonight, and with any luck, his god would accept him.

--

He woke to a multitude of high pitched squeaks and the sound of many, many flapping wings. The sun had just fully set, and the stars that could be seen through the canopy burned brightly. Steve took his time to fasten on his armor and scabbard properly, and fixed his hair so not a strand was out of place. He took a few deep breaths to calm an unexpected bout of nerves before going to the shrine and kneeling.

His god had no official prayers. Or rather, the prayers for his god were forgotten. Robin and Dustin did their best to find anything prayer-like but it had been in vain. They suspected that most of the god's holy items and lore were purposely lost. Lacking that, Steve decided it was best that he introduce himself.

"Um, hi," he started and immediately winced. "Sorry. I'm not used to...this. I couldn't find any of your…holy words? Prayers? The right ways to speak to you, I guess.

"I'm Steve. Steve Harrington. I'm a fighter. I finished my training a few weeks back. I was the top of my cohort when it came to combat. I'm good with my sword and I know how to take a hit. I can turn just about anything into a weapon if it's needed."

Here Steve paused for a moment, straining to hear but there was nothing other than the typical sounds of a night out in the woods. Steve took a breath and plowed forward.

"I want to be more than a fighter, though. I don't want to just wave a sword around for nothing. I want it to...to matter. So I spent a lot of time trying to decide who to wield my sword for. It took me a while, but I found you. I want to be your shield and sword, if you'll have me."

Steve stopped again to listen. Nothing. Robin warned him this might happen. Gods didn't always accept warriors who offered themselves to them, and forgotten gods weren't always reachable. It was fine, though; he’d try again tomorrow night. Steve turned in just before dawn, eager for night again.

--

Steve worked on clearing the vines tangled around the statue's legs and feet. He yanked out the thick, scraggly vines, and carefully picked apart the prickling thorny ones. There was a particular gnarl of vines that didn't seem like they had a stranglehold on his god's statue. They were healthy and strong, and the way they curled and grew looked more like a caress than an invasion. He decided to leave those on, though he gently rearranged them while removing the more invasive vines so they looked more decorative.

When night arrived with the sound of squeaks and wings, Steve went to kneel at the shrine. He introduced himself again, gave the same spiel as the night before. Still he heard nothing. He scratched the back of his neck in mild insecurity.

“I guess I should tell you I didn’t find you on my own. My friends Robin and Dustin helped me. They’re way smarter than me, you know? Total nerds. I can swing a sword like nothing, but books and research? Yeah, that never works out for me, so they helped me look up all sorts of gods.

“There’s a lot of them. Way more than I thought. Dustin and Robin both recommended me ones or vetoed others. They were getting frustrated with me because I kept rejecting the ones they gave me. 

“Then Robin found you. Kind of by accident, to be honest. But she did her research thing and I knew that I wanted to carry your symbol. It took me forever to find this shrine. Robin said this was probably the only shrine you had left, so I had to find it. 

“Dustin kept saying it was on the other side of the forest, but obviously he was wrong. Not that he’ll ever admit it, the little shit, but whatever. I’m sorry your shrine was abandoned like this, but I promise I’ll fix it up. I’m good with my hands, I can do it.”

There was no response to his admittedly disorganized ramble. It was fine, he told himself. He needed to be patient. He’d come back the next night.

–

Around the statue’s waist there was another tangled mess of vines, except these vines had died and rotted to dark sludge. There was fungus growing on it, and it reeked. It was gross. Steve scrubbed at it for hours because the rot had stained the stone. He was able to get rid of the rot and most of the stains before going to catch a few hours of sleep in the afternoon.

Night fell and Steve was kneeling for the third time. He repeated most of what he said the previous two nights. There was still no response. He thought maybe he was pushing too hard. He’d never been the super talkative type anyway. He could share the quiet night with his god, if that was what his god wanted.

A few hours passed when he was startled out of his near meditative state by the sound of snapping twigs. He leapt to his feet, hand on his scabbard. Someone–a man by the look of it–stumbled out of the woods. He was pale and dark haired, dressed in ragged clothes that were probably awful even when they were new. He looked like a vagabond. 

Steve stepped in front of the shrine, protectively. The stranger grinned at him and Steve could already tell he was not going to enjoy the conversation that was about to happen.

“Who are you and what are you doing here?” Steve asked firmly, cutting the man off before he could speak. The smile only grew wider.

“I could ask you the same thing, sir,” the man said, adopting the annoyed huff of a wealthy lord. Steve scowled.

“I asked first.”

“I asked second!”

“You didn’t ask me anything,” Steve responded, somewhat smug. The man paused and then snorted a laugh.

“Yeah, okay.” He raised his hands in mock surrender. “You got me.”

“So?”

“So what?”

“What are you doing here? Who are you?” Steve repeated shortly. The teasing grin was back, and Steve felt his scowl deepen.

“Nothing and no one, m’lord,” the man bows mockingly.

“I’m not a lord.”

“Huh. Could’ve fooled me. You’re certainly as demanding as any lord I’ve ever met.”

“Oh fuck you,” Steve snapped. “I’m a holy warrior.”

The man laughed at him outright.

“Well that doesn’t sound very holy warrior-ish. Are your type allowed to swear?”

Steve grinded his teeth and decided it was not worth it to continue this conversation for much longer.

“Look, if you’re here to steal, I’ve got nothing on me.”

“That’s exactly what someone with something to steal would say.”

“Well, I don’t! I’m on a pilgrimage and I don’t want to spill blood on holy ground. So.” Steve wrapped a hand around the hilt of his sword. “Leave. Please.”

“Holy ground? Here?” the man barks out a laugh. “Don’t you know what this place is?”

“Yes,” Steve says shortly, placing himself more firmly between the shrine and the man. “Please leave. There shouldn’t be violence done here.”

“Oh, it’s far too late for that. This place used to belong to the King of Darkness. It’s said he was so evil that nothing grew here until he was run out and defeated by the god of righteousness. You know the one. Really plays up the holier than thou thing by making his hair all gold and glowy? Gotta say, you could give him a run for his money though.”

“You’re wrong.”

“No really! Your hair is great. Way better than Carver, even with the glowy thing.” 

“Not that!” Steve said in frustration. This guy really liked the sound of his own voice and Steve was starting to get a headache. It was near dawn and all he wanted was to spend the last hour or so in the quiet night with his god.

“So you agree your hair is better than a god’s?” The man tsks at him. “That’s pretty blasphemous. Are you sure you’re a holy warrior?”

“No! I mean, yes. Wait,” Steve growls at his own bumbling. “No, I’m not better than any god. But I am a holy warrior. Kind of.”

“Kind of.”

“Look, I’m working on it so I need you to leave. You’ve insulted him enough already.”

“Your god is the King of Dark–”

“Call him that again, and I will draw my sword,” Steve said, voice steely. “He’s the Lord of Night, and I won’t let you insult him at his own shrine.”

The man goes quiet for the first time since he showed up. He looked almost surprised, his mocking grin gone. His eyes flicked over to the dilapidated statue and then back at Steve.

“Lord of Night doesn’t sound much different than what I called him,” the man said lightly.

“Well, it is,” Steve told him. “Now, will you please leave?”

The man stared at him for a moment before shrugging. “Yeah, alright.” And then he left as suddenly as he had arrived.

The tension that had built up in Steve’s shoulders drained away. He went back to kneel in front of the shrine again when he noticed the barest hint of sunrise on the horizon. He cursed under his breath then was hit with a wave of embarrassment at cursing in front of the shrine and the whole situation that had transpired.

“I’m sorry about that,” Steve said, abashed. “It won’t happen again, I promise.”

–

It happened again.

now with an additional snippet here and here

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[carolmunson]

you get me closer to god | kas!eddie (dark)

entry for my fall frenzy requests. this request comes in from @edsforehead: 'something with kas!eddie in a graveyard.'

a/n: y'all, i don't know. i kind of snapped with this one. sort of canon compliant. inspired by a post that i saw that said that after vampires feed they have an insatiable desire to breed afterwards. steve also makes an appearance cause i love him.

tw: 18+ MDNI, dub-con, dub-con, dub-con (reader does get into it). use of hypnosis, coercion. blood play, blood drinking, biting. very obvious power dynamics at play here. death of minor character mentioned. p in v smut, rough and sensual. oral (f-recieving), monster-type-fucking. mild chasing trope. some religious elements if you squint??? anyway i listened to closer by nine inch nails on a loop for this if you wanna know the general vibe. let me know if there is anything i missed and need to put on here!

October 31st, 1998

Your niece had a better haul than you ever did at this age, it seemed like every house on the fancy side of Hawkins was giving out full size candy bars. No one ever gave you full size candy bars. The Harrington's had outdone themselves this year, hoards of kids picking out wrapped caramel apples and passing out spiked cider to the parents. Humming and smiling while the adults hugged their parkas to their chests, kids running up and down the stairs of the cul de sac of Hawkins Mansions. Decorated to the nines -- you were happy that most of the street would tire her and all of her friends out. "Auntie!" she calls out, hurrying over to you while her pink and purple puffer coat swishes with her. Alycia glitters against the lights of the houses in the dark of the night, the red sequins on her leotard making her easy to find. Your sister-in-law made her a headband fitted with red horns with a pointed tail sewn into the back of the red tu-tu from her Spring recital to match. A Dancing Devil she called it -- for newly six, she was a pretty creative little bug.

"Auntie look," she yells, running into your legs. The spiked cider sloshes in your cup that you hold high over her head so it doesn't spill onto her. She holds up a decorated caramel apple covered in eyeballs made out of sugar.

"Gross, Leesh," you giggle, "It's got eyeballs all over it!"

"They're fake eyeballs, Auntie," she explains like you're stupid, "They're not real eyeballs."

"Oh, thank you for telling me. I didn't know," you giggle, catching Steve watching the two of you chat. Your cheeks burn, that crush from when you were fourteen and he spent the summer working at the mall never fully fading. He's married with four kids now so you should probably get over it. "How're things?" he asks from the curb, coming over to sneak Alycia a couple of Reese's cups. "They're good," you shake your head with a shrug, "They're fine. Out here with the rugrat while her mom's at work." "How's the family, your mom?" he presses, arms crossing over his broad chest that stretch the sleeves of his tan workwear jacket.

"She's doin' okay," you smile tightly, "Always a little hard for her this time of year."

"Five years now, isn't it?"

"To the day," you say with a lilt, "Gonna go visit him after I drop her with her grandparents. My dad'll be so thrilled to steal half her stash."

Your laugh is a little hollow when he squeezes your shoulder comfortingly, he slips a candy bar into your hand, too before saying his goodbyes -- set of twins running around his ankles.

Hawkin's bravest fireman somehow off duty on a night like this turns before you take your niece's hand to leave, "Be careful out there at night. You know it's not always safe."

"You don't believe in all those rumors, do you Harrington?" you laugh.

"Don't have to believe them or not," he says seriously, pushing his wire rims up his nose, "I know they're not rumors."

"Happy Halloween, Steve," you say dully, "Goodnight." You both wave, Alycia's little hand in yours while she rattles off a million words a minute about the skeloton outside of the Sinclair house. The moon glows down over the street, dark clouds slicing it like a broken plate.

You rarely visit your brother on the day of, especially since there's always idiot teenagers running around the place. Not exactly easy to mourn when some loser in a Scream mask keeps trying to scare you.

It was quiet, your Docs crunching on mid-fall frosty grass -- some of it already half dead with the season. Commotion from the town in the distance had dulled into mostly nothing now that the kids had turned in for the night. Families turning their porch lights out, settling in for scary movies and sugar highs.

You squeeze the bouquet of baby's breath and eucalyptus a little hard in your hands when you walk through the tombstones. The low lamps along the walk way casting the grass and asphalt in a looming orangey glow -- not offering much light beyond their posts. The moon does the work, still looking shattered amongst the thin gray clouds sliding through the sky.

You hear some giggling, the rustle of leaves, the snap of twigs. Always an outlier of kids doing spells or a Ouija board out here this time of year -- old Chief Hopper coming down to make them scatter and take their weed. You walk off the path when you get a decent way in, crossing away from where the cemetary mostly turns to forest. Four 'Happy Birthday To Yous' into the brush and then a left, two head stones, then a right -- it's the third headstone on the fourth row. No light to shine down on you this time, just whatever's left in the sky. You take your big yellow scarf off from around your neck to lay over the grave, giving yourself a place to sit so your spandex covered thighs didn't have to touch the grass. Your mom would kill you if you got grass stains on the red trench she let you borrow -- a makeshift Carmen Sandiego costume if anyone asked.

You sit, laying the bouquet right at the granite edge, tracing his name before letting your hand drop. You don't say anything for a while, letting the cool wet air run over you in waves. You wonder if the wind blowing is him saying hey.

A few cemetery patrons come by, pay their respects to their loved ones and leave. Some superstitious, some religious. They fade out after a while. The loneliness is comforting, just you and your brother hanging out together like before. Despite being six years apart, it felt like you both always had some weird wonder twin telepathy. He was never really one for a lot of words.

"Didn't that guy tell you not to come around here so late?"

You jump at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, turning around to see an even more unfamiliar person. Wild curly waves messy around his face, cut in 80s shag perfection. His face chiseled, jawline pronounced with soft stubble, soaked in fake blood. It trails down his neck and stains the white of the baseball tee underneath a leather jacket; fitted over top with a battle vest that rivaled the metal heads of the 70s.

"Who're you, huh? You following me?" you ask. You swallow nervously, finding solace in seeing a few other cemetary visitors mosying around. The faint giggle of more mischeif causing teenagers in the distance.

"Sorry," he laughs, a warm laugh that meets his eyes, "Didn't mean to scare you. I um, I saw you over by the cul de sac, overheard him say somethin' to you. I was with my little cousin -- dressed like a mermaid, I don't know if you remember."

You think back to Leesh's pal of trick-or-treaters, scanning them in your head to recall a little girl with big brown eyes and a makeshit Ariel costume on under her jean jacket -- covered in patches much like his.

"Yeah," you smile, "I remember. But that didn't answer my question -- are you following me?"

"Nah," he grins, shaking his head, "I'm visiting someone -- this was just a happy accident."

"Oh," you respond quietly, "Who're you visiting if you don't mind me asking."

"My mom," he shrugs, scrunching his nose, "Halloween was her favorite holiday so I always try to come say hi."

"Oh, I'm sorry," you offer in condolences, "Did you um -- did you grow up here? I feel like I'd remember you."

"Nope," he sighs, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans while his wallet chain jingles next to his thigh, "Grew up with my uncle."

"Oh, nice," you nod, "Well um --"

"Who're you visiting?" he interrupts, sitting on the gravestone next to your brother's; hardware tinkling prettily as he does.

"Pete," you say, hand out to gesture towards the shiny granite in front of you, "My brother."

"Nice to meet you, Pete," he turns his head, curly hair flouncing over his shoulder, "Pleasure."

You laugh, he laughs with you -- you have to laugh about it or else you'd have to deal with the alternative. You're pretty sure you're all cried out about your brother now.

"What happened, if you don't mind me asking?"

"He worked construction," you shrug, "Took an overnight shift five years ago by the quarry, an' it was Halloween so he was workin' by himself -- no one to spot his safety gear. Must've fallen off the rigs or something and since it rained a lot that year the quarry was basically a lake at that point, hit his head and drowned. His body was completely banged up and waterlogged, they could only ID him from his pass in his pocket."

"Shit," he nods, "That's -- that's fuckin' awful. I'm sorry."

You shrug, "Bitch of living, I guess."

"Hm," he nods, "I wouldn't know."

"What do you mean?" you ask with a cocked head, eyes lingering on him while his linger on you. "Don't worry about it," he smirks, the kind that makes your heart flutter; cheeks getting hot at the sound of his voice. "You know something," you start, "With this whole get up -- and you're not from here so you might not know -- you look just like --"

"Eddie Munson?" he asks, with raised brows, "Yeah, my aunt's been telling me that forever. That's why I sorta dressed up like him for Halloween."

"That's dangerous around Hawkins, especially this time of year," you warn him, standing up from your spot and picking up your scarf. You shake it out to get some of the grass of the underside. You hardly notice the way his eyes trail from your shoes over your calves to your thighs.

"Some people say that he went right to hell after that earthquake since he killed that girl," you explain, shrugging the trench off some to fit the scarf on under it, "And now he's a demon that haunts Hawkins and terrorizes the town."

You both laugh, though his drops to a low and guttural hum. Nearly a growl. You lift your head to see him just a foot in front of you now, and you can really look. You can really see him. The paleness in his skin, tendrilled navy veins raising through it as he leans close to you.

At this distance it's clear that the hollowness in his eyes isn't makeup, but the sparkling brown is sunken into his skull. His brows darkened and determined while he looks at you.

At this distance, it's clear that the blood on his jaw is real.

"They're close," he says with a sly smile, "Really should've listened to Harrington, sweetheart."

You swallow hard, icy sweat in a film on your body while he takes a step forward.

"Those rumors are true."

The icy air shreds your throat as you run, heaving it in and out in gasps. Your calves scream, thighs aching while you sprint through the brush of the forest; trench and scarf long forgotton somehwere amongst the trees. You try to ignore the way twigs and branches swipe at your face, slicing you and scratching you with unforgiving whips. You let out a cry while you speed, leaping over roots and piles of leaves all while trying to listen with peak percision. Is he close? Is he getting closer? Can he see you?

You stop behind a log near a dip in the earth, rocks above it. Climbing in you heave, trying to catch your breath -- you aren't really made for this. You don't know how girls in the movies can run that long without needing a break.

With a deep inhale in, you hold, using the quiet to try and hear him but there is nothing to be heard. No rustling, no creaks in the wood or in the wind.

You catch your breath, slowly creeping out of your hiding space while the darkness hones -- trees blocking out some of the moonlight. You take a step and then another, trying to make as little noise as possible.

Your efforts are of no use though -- you stomach turns at the sound. The flap of wings, leathery wings -- big. A shaky breath in gives you the courage to turn your eyes up. On one of the taller branches above you he sits, pale and domineering, "Hi, sweetheart."

You bolt again, depserate and sobbing while the cold air is no longer a hello from your brother but mother nature's cruel bite on your wet cheeks. You can barely take in breaths without pain in your throat and chest, turning left and right and left again to lose him but from above he can predict your every move.

When you hear silence again you take another turn, a mausoleum broken down a short distance away. You crawl your way in, wet earth and cement hitting your nose while you gasp and heave for the second time. You listen for the wings for moment, a few moments -- a calm washing over your back when you're sure he's gone.

You take a step back further into the darkness to be sure you're unseen. Deep breath in through your nose and out through your mouth. One, twice, three times.

Another step back and you bump into a pillar making you jump, a screech wrenching from you.

Not a pillar no, not by the way a set of claw bites into your shoulder.

"Would've been a good hiding spot if it wasn't for me finding it first, right?" he quips, "Bummer." "Y-you can't d-do this," you cry, "The r-rumors are true they'll -- they'll look for me! Steve knows about you!"

"Oh, babe, that's so cute," he muses with a giggle, "Why do you think I'm still here, huh? Steve's just like me, he's bitten too."

"B-but--"

"Why do you think he believes in all those rumors, huh baby?" he asks with a lilt, "Cause he's one of 'em. Well -- not all the way, I guess. Not like me."

"He blows my cover he blows his whole operation," he grins, sharp teeth bearing themselves at you, "Why d'you think he only works night shifts?"

"I -- don't -- I don't," you sputter, "Pl-please d-don't bite me, d-don't eat me I -- I'll do whatever."

"You're too funny," he says in your ear, deep and grizzly while you're rooted to the spot under his clutch, "I already ate, sweet girl. But you'll make a fine dessert."

You don't know how you get there but it's not like home -- it is but it isn't -- dark and deadly; covered in slithering vines. You're too petrified to ask; but whatever this place was, despite the spores in the air and the rubble from the walls -- it was much nicer than the trailer he grew up in.

"Shh, shh, shh," he coos, claws deep in your shoulder while he wrenches you to a bed covered in plush linens -- satin and full. In the blur around you it could almost be a movie set; the booms of red lightening, dripping pillar candles in heaps around the room.

You whimper at first when his claws release, hot blood oozing against your sweater. The pain pulses like a dull thud, spit flooding your mouth while you move to your side to wretch but he catches you by the root of your hair. You wail in fear, smelling the decay in his breath, the sweet subtle rot of your surroundings.

"It's not polite to cause a scene in a stranger's home, right princess?" he asks with a soft lilt. He holds your gaze, warmth spreading over you when he smirks again -- and despite your fear, you can't look away. You aren't even sure if you want to look away.

Your body goes slack on the comforter, melting into itself like a dropped marionnette. "Very good," he purrs. Hazy, you feel his hands on you -- losing their warmth while they sneak under the hem of your sweater. The pads of his fingers are soft in comparison to the tips of his nails, grazing your stomach and sternum before reaching up to cup your breasts. He lets out a shallow breath, squeezing the delicate flesh softly in his palms -- so gentle despite his rough demeanor.

His thumbs graze your nipples in slow circles earning him a mewl from your dry throat.

"So easy," he giggles in a whisper. You nearly pout when his hands slide down and away from you; beginning the unhurried removal of your clothing. He moves glacially, eyes remaining on yours, wraiths of whispers in a lanuage you don't understand fluttering in the air around you -- in one ear and out the other. Part of you wants to scream and thrash while he slides off your spandex, rips the seams of your panties, destroys your socks.

His clawed hands shred your sweater, snap your bra at the straps until all your clothes are left in a heap on the dusty floorboards by a forgotten desk. He crawls over you like a predator, undressed himself now: some how bigger, more hulking than before. His shoulders are broad, muscles flexing while skin so white it's nearly blue stretches over it. Whatever is down here has completely infected him, you can see it in the color of the veins beneath his skin, the slight red in his pupils, the dark blue hues under his eyes.

His wings lift high around him in an arched half circle, tips appearing behind him like a hybrid of horns and halo at once.

"Could smell you from here," he leers, "since last night. Christ, fucking drooling over you like a kid."

You whimper again, body jolting in pain when his nails pierce your thighs when he parts them. Fresh ichor spilling from the wounds in deep sanguine and he doesn't seem to care about the mess he's making while it drips onto the sheets. His cavalier manuevering comes off as though he likes to play with his food before he eats it.

"And I don't know what it is, angel, how my senses find the right ones," he rasps while he leans forward to your blood soaked shoulder; serpent tongue slipping out to lave over it, "But you really called to me this year; think you might be the one."

"The o-one wh-what?" you sniffle. His tongue slides over the lacerations on your shoulder again, sucking slightly from the new wounds. He lets out a groan, using free hand to rest on the side of your rib cage for support.

He deatches from the well he drinks from, tip of his nose running over your decollatage and up your neck. In inhales over your jugular, pressing a wet kiss under your jaw before getting to your ear.

"The one I mate with, sweetheart," he breathes, "The one I breed."

Breed? You heart sinks like a stone into your belly, body tensing in a freeze while you think of what to do. How to get out of here.

"Wait," you gasp, arms coming up to push at his chest and push him away, "No, please, wait -- you can't."

You push and push but he's a stone pillar, he barely moves, his muscles barely push inward at your assault. He tuts, the click of his tongue between his teeth almost a chitter. He noses your cheek before looming over you, tips of your noses brushing. He catches your gaze again, the whispers start while the air blows in through the broken window. Obedire domino tuo, obedire domino tuo, obedire domino tuo. His lips aren't moving but you can hear his low voice in your ears, barely there, swirling around in your subconcious while the wind whispers with it. Another flash of red lightning illuminates him in a streak, the rumble of thunder vibrating your belly and chest. His hand floats up from your rib cage while you settle, cupping your cheek to slide down to your jaw and over your neck. The touch is nearly comforting, dipping you back into a haze like before.

"You were saying?" he asks.

"Hm?" your brows pinch, his voice muffled and far away.

"That's what I thought," he says smugly, head dipping back down to your neck where his lips drag over your delicate skin. His breath leaves a patch of wet heat that lingers when he moves down over your chest, fangs peeking out behind his full lips when he drags them over the swell of your left breast.

A gentle gasp escapes you, eyes fluttering closed when the tip of his tongue teases your pert nipple, blowing cool air against it once soaked with his spit. He flicks against it again, alternating sides, presses kisses over them in clear ownership. The more he tasted of you, the more it belonged to him.

With each touch and tease of your tits the more you gasp and whine beneath him, he chuckles from his belly, moving down to your sternum.

"And I died a virgin, can you believe it?" he asks with a cocky lift to one of his brows, "Now all I gotta do is smile and girls like you 'll just fall into bed with me."

There's cotton in your ears, all you can do is nod slowly while blood still leaks from your shoulder and thighs. All you can feel is his mouth and hands travel further and further down. The wind howls and the low chant in the back of your head changes tune but in the same cadence; over and over again: vis, sentis, obedis. Vis, sentis, obedis. Vis, sentis, obedis.

He licks a stripe up the back of your thigh to catch a bead of blood before it reaches the mattress, savoring you. He feeds from the gouges he left behind for a moment before inching forward to the apex of your thighs. Eddie inhales your scent deeply, the earthly musk of you making his mouth water in a mix of metal and spit. His nose brushes against the untrimmed hair of your mound, ghosting himself over it drunk with attraction.

Your body heats up with mild embarrassment, flexing while your hips writhe slightly underhim. Almost as if he can hear your thoughts he kisses the crease of your thigh, "Nothing to be embarrassed about, baby. Girls don't let it grow like this anymore n' it's such a shame."

You want to speak up and explain it's just 'cause you haven't had the time but your tongue doesn't know how to move anymore. Too tired to speak, too caught up in how he feels, how he touches, how he takes what he wants. You relent again, body relaxing; pliant while he spreads you apart for him a desperate moan pulling from you when his tongue -- still soaked in your blood -- glides from the pool of slick at your opening all the way up to your clit.

You almost gag at the way your body betrays you, sending a spread of electricity over your nerves from your core to your finger tips. "More," you whisper, not even believing you're begging for him, "Please, more."

Eddie's smug in his response, smiling with his eyes while he looks up at you from between your legs, "And good manners? You spoil me, princess."

Your back arches in a soft curve when your hips push back into the mattress, pressing yourself into his waiting mouth. He groans again when your body drips for him, leaving a damp sheen on his cheeks and chin. It's not about your pleasure despite how much of it he's bringing you, but about your consumption. He's devouring you. Licking his plate clean from the outside in.

The moans he takes from you spur him on, getting you further and further away from the fight you put up before. Spilling over for him like a puddle while you writhe, a hand reaching out to rake through his hair. His own reaches up from aroud your thigh to hold you by the wrist tight to your side.

"Hands to yourself," he murmrs, soft lips wrapping around your swollen clit to suck expertly on the bud. You whimper, tugging at his hold but it only makes his grip more intense, pinning you there without much a fight. Not even enough to distract him from the task at hand.

When his tongue sinks back down into your soaking core you feel it, the heat pulsing through your belly while he lets the muscle dip and swirl in your wetness. Your thighs twitch and shake when his nose bumps your sensitive clit, his free hand coming up to gingerly rub circles over it in tandem.

"Oh my god," you whine, "Oh my god -- K-kas don' -- oh my god, ohmygod." He snickers, contining his movements, murmuring a quiet, "God's not here, baby."

Another roll over your hips sends you reeling, his tongue gliding in long strokes when finally the coil in your belly snaps. You fall apart beneath him, loud moans and high pitched squeals while he consumes you through it. Your body vibrates, thighs clamping down over his ears, blood from the slices in your flesh staining his hair and jaw.

He hums low when you settle, gasping for breath on your already dry and scratchy throat while you come down. 

Eddie rises slowly, shoulder blades and wings moving with him while he crawls up your body. Smooth and languid like a snake, his torso hovers above yours while he settles his hips between your thighs. You look up at him, his shape, the way his eyes have blown black, the newfound sharpness in his features. A creature, a monster in your wake — not the same person you saw at the cemetery. 

“Oh,” he coos when he sees your eyes glassy and rounded upon him, “So precious.” 

You're much weaker now, mind and body, the stings across your skin from the broken branches and his sharpened nails a pain you've become better accquainted with. You take another breath of calm, arms resting by your head with your palms up towards the ceiling. He takes the moment of surrender to hold them down against the bed. The pressure of his hips against yours keeps you pinned, but you barely fight -- maybe squirm, maybe whine. No thrashing, no screaming, the whispers echo through the wind again:

Vis, sentis, obedis. Vis, sentis, obedis.

"So, so, precious," he whispers while he leans forward, kisses pressed to one cheek and then the other slow and controlled. He inhales again when he dips down to your neck, piercing fangs dragging over the vein there. You feel the push and then the pain, the unbearable blinding pain of his teeth ripping through you. Through your skin, through the muscle, the pulse of his mouth while he holds himself there.

You cry out, nearly a scream while he holds himself there -- just enough to infect you, just enough to get the poison in. The pain reaches a blinding peak, bile growing up your throat, eyes filling with a white hot surge of anguish and then -- Nothing. Euphoria. An unknown lightness you hadn't felt before.

He releases, still holding tight to your wrists above your head when he raises up over you again.

"Open," he instructs, and in your hazy gaze you obey. Your tongue flattens against your chin without command.

"Very good, sweetheart," he praises, collecting the blood left on his lips and in his cheeks to spit it directly into your waiting mouth.

"You can close now," he grins, "And swallow."

He grunts, hips sliding against you so that you can feel his length between your legs; the girth alone sends a chill to the part of you that is screaming inside your head. How is it supposed to fit? How is he supposed to get this inside you? "Don't worry," he laughs, "It'll fit."

When your vision snaps up at him he laughs again, "I can hear you in there, princess. I can always hear you."

He dips down again, tip of his nose sliding over your cheek to your ear, "So be very careful what you think about."

He doesn't need his hands to guide the head of himself into your already needy center. It's a stretch, delicious but nearing painful. It's not something you've ever even dreamed of taking before; thick, large, inhuman.

Your legs lift on their own accord while he pushes in further, getting half way while you let out a choked sob.

"Aw, shh, shh, shh," he mocks, easing in more, "C'mon you can take it."

"You can --" his hips snap in hard for the rest of him, letting out a ragged grunt when the rest of him disappears inside you, "--take it."

You mouth hangs open in a desperate oval, face crumpling when you become so full of him -- all encompassing. A part of you now, buried deep within. He moves, dangerously slow and controlled; methodic in how he thrusts himself deeper and deeper inside. "Mmm, that's it," he growls, chest to chest with him while his hip grind at a deliberate pace. You feel his hot breath fan out over your lips, forehead pressed against yours. He's not hot, he's not cold, just skin against yours while it flashes with heat. You go from shaking to sweating with minutes in between.

When your hips roll to meet his thrusts you moan, the tip hitting you so deep in your core that stars burst behind your eyes. "There we go," he grins mischeviously, "S'at feel good, pet?"

"Ooh, yes," you hiss through gritted teeth, actively trying to bounce yourself againsth him now that your body has started accommodating his sheer size. He raises himself up on his hands like a cobra, snake like peering down at you while he meets the roll of your hips with an unforgiving thrust.

"Good," he oozes the word out like smoke, deliciosly deep seated in his belly when he thrusts hard again. He mumbles a quiet musing to himself that you can't hear -- too gone in the lightness in your body, in the way nothing hurts, in the way you're so full.

Can finally fuck you how I wanna.

He gets up, sitting back on his haunches while still inside you, pushing your legs up so your knees end up by your ears. With this leverage he sinks in deep. You don't even know how far in he is, just that he's in and he's there, he's everywehre, he's outside and in.

Eddie locks eyes with you, that same smirk from the cemetary that made your stomach flip dancing across his devilish features, "Tell me you like it."

Your mouth moves before your brain can hesitate, "I like it." "Tell me you need it," he demands, tone measured and sure.

"I need it," you say back, your voice coming out broken and weak, "Please, I need it."

He pulls back and punches forward, hard enough that you gasp at the impact. He grips you hard by the backs of your legs, thrusts starting slow and building at an unrelenting pace. His eyes are wild; boring down at you through from under furrowed and determined brows. If you had any mind left, you'd think that he hates you by the way he stares.

"Fuck," he snarls, leaning forward over you, one hand pressing down on the mattress next to your head, "Shit -- fuck, that's it. That's fuckin' -- shit, you're fuckin' mine." "Say you need me."

"I need you," you choke back without thinking, barely able to breathe at his speed. The coil tightens deep inside of you again, tears pouring down your cheeks in waves -- not even crying, just recieving. Absorbing him. Your body rocks like a boat on unsteady waves pinned beneath him, the only sounds are the whispers in your subconcious, his growls and sputters like an animal above you. The lewd slaps of skin against skin, the squelches of him pushing you to your limits.

He steadies himself over you, nose to nose again while he fucks you. Really fucks you. Impressed with himself, he lets out a breathy chuckle when you throw your head back -- eyes shutting tight with a pornographic scream.

"Oh GOD!" you cry out, "Oh my god."

His fingers and claws catch your chin with a firm shake, eyes snapping open to meet the knowing glare of his ruddy brown ones.

"Your god," he starts, panting into your mouth, "is right here in front of you."

You swallow, mouth falling agape again when you feel the bite of his nails on the fat of your cheeks. "Right here," you repeat, dazed and overwhelmed, "N'..n'fronname."

"Right here in front of you," he nods, leaning down to brush his nose against yours while his thrusts slow to a steady pace. It's then that his lips meet yours, the kiss searing with desire and claim when his tongue slides into your mouth. You can taste the metallic twang of your blood in his mouth, sighing into it while he guides the kiss. Breaking away and coming back in; rushed and heated each time while he feels himself get closer to his peak.

His forehead presses against yours, one hand finally releasing your wrist to hold your head in place over your hair. You keep eye contact with him, not even sure if you're blinking, if you even need to blink. You rasp breaths, mouth and throat dry and aching while you breathe into him. You're close, teetering on the edge while he pushes you up with his hips to rest your lower body on his knees and thighs.

"Come undone," he murmurs, "Let go for me."

The command ripples through you, bursting through your belly with a warm heat. You welcome it, eyes rolling, cries pouring from you in words you don't think you understand. He encourages you, offering you rough sweet nothings while you pray to him, beg for him, ache for him.

That's enough to send him over; seeing you completely at his mercy now. Obedient, trained, devoured.

He snares and snarls, growling while he comes deep inside of you. The hand on your head wraps painfully in your hair like it did before you started -- uncaring, brutal. The heat of his seed pools deep within you like the heart of your orgasm. Glazed over you groan, hips rolling up in one final cant to receive him fully. Your vision vingettes while he unsheathes from you; fluids leaking onto the sheets. You're empty and the room spins with a new blackness, you're fading. Fainting? Dying?

The fuzziness continues to darken arouns you, around him, until he's all that's left in the tunnel of your vision. "That's a good girl," he soothes smugly, "Very well done."

Your gaze and mind fade fully to a staticky black.

You wake, you’re not sure how much later. 

Still on the bed and still undressed but your arms feel tight – a tug reveals your current state. Bound to a post on the headboard by a triple handcuff knot, dense hemp rope keeping your arms above your head. 

You whine and struggle, coming to your senses now – no one knows where you are, you barely know where you are. An underworld – hell. Somewhere. 

“Don’t look so terrified, sweetheart,” his smooth honey voice is heard before he appears in the candle light again, “I’m right here.” 

“Wh-why am I –” you swallow thickly, coughing and sputtering with how dry your mouth and throat are now, “Why am I tied up?” 

He looks at you with faux concern, brows raising, “Oh honey, are you okay?” 

He reaches out, pushing your hair away from your face, “Don’t be stressed. Y’know something – I just realized, I never offered you anything to drink.” 

“My uncle always told me you should take a girl out to dinner before makin’ the van rock and look at me,” he gestures at his chest, tutting at himself, “Where are my manners, huh?” 

Your lip wobbles while he looms over you, “Are you thirsty?” 

You nod, he grins – cheshire like, fangs glinting in the light, “I thought you would be.” He gets up, lazy and confident in his walk across the room. His body looks like marble, chiseled with the running and hunting you realize he’s been doing for over a decade. Stronger than ever; ethereal in his post orgasm glow. 

He pulls his hair back while he walks, holding it up away from his neck while your eyes travel down his back where his wings have tucked in under the skin. You gag when you see them move above his blades, rippling beneath the tattoos he has there. He’s dressed in only shorts; silk – likely stolen to really own the whole vampire thing he has going on. 

You take in a shaky breath when he gets what he needs, dropping his hair back to his shoulders when he makes his way back to you. 

He holds the dagger coolly in his hand before gliding the tip down the center of his wrist. Blood blooms from the wound; he doesn’t even flinch. 

“Open, princess,” he murmurs. Your lips clamp shut, shaking your head no while fear takes over – rot in your chest. He catches your chin again, forcing you to look at him like before. 

“Open,” he repeats, slower. His voice reverberates like a gong between your ears. 

Your mouth opens on its own accord and the smell of his blood becomes the most alluring scent you’ve had pass your nose in years. You latch on to the laceration, swallowing and sucking deeply on the wound while his blood and body quench and feed you better than any meal you think you’ve ever had. You feel revived as you devour him, eyes fluttering closed while the fill feels never enough. 

“That’s it, keep goin’,” he encourages under his breath, “Won’t have to keep asking you to do things twice once this is all over with.” 

You break away to breathe, gasping like you’re coming up for air, drowning in him. 

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean you’ll be just like me, sweetheart,” he says, chuckling when you eagerly lean forward to drink him again, “After a night of some deeply insurmountable pain; and then nothing. Just mine. Undead and mine.” 

“But y–you said you were – I’m –” your brows knit in confusion, “You didn’t h-have to d-do this; whatever you um – whatever you bred me with will die if you do this.” 

“Oh, no, no,” he laughs evilly, “I didn’t breed you quite yet.” 

He pulls his arm away, wiping the blood from your chin with his thumb roughly. 

“Consider what we did a, uh…hmm,” he takes a second to think about it with a hum, shrugging cheekily, “A soul bonding experience.” 

“You’re disgusting,” you spit. 

“I’m delicious,” he corrects, smearing his blood from your chin to your cheek, “If you do say so yourself.” 

He gets up again, pulling the covers out from under you to tuck you in. The chill getting to you in a way it never gets to him; you might as well be warm while you turn into actualized death. 

“I can hear you, remember?” he asks, tapping your head, “You won’t be totally alone with me. There’s…shit there are plenty just like us.” 

“Like Steve,” you pipe up groggily. 

“More than just goodie two-shoes Harrington,” he groans, “God, do you ever shut up about him?”

You sniffle in response.

“I mean this place, this – dimension,” he says, “It’s more than just Hawkins, and there are so many more like us; even up there.” 

He points upwards with a sharp nailed finger, “All around.” 

“And now that you’ll be just like me,” he smiles, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you in the crook of you waist, “There’ll be all the time in the world to breed you.” 

Your vision blurs, either from tears or from another fade, you aren’t sure. You can feel a slow burn through your veins, a rush of blood. You whimper. 

“So it begins,” he smirks, running the tip of his finger over your nose bridge. 

“Oh!” he says, eyes bulging, “Before I forget, and before I lose you – because you’ll be such a pretty blank slate when you come to – I felt like I should be honest.” 

He gestures dramatically, a maniacal grin pushing his cheeks up to his eyes while they spark, “Again with my manners, it was so rude of me to introduce myself to Pete’s grave at the cemetery. We’ve met before! Can’t believe I had almost forgotten.” 

Ice in your body fights the burning in your veins, you gag, bile coming up to singe your throat. 

“And y’know, I didn’t mean to drop him in the quarry when I was done with him,” he says with a scrunch of his nose, like he accidentally wrote the wrong tip on a restaurant check, “Really, my mistake, but Christ did he hit every piece of limestone on the way down.” 

He lets out a hearty laugh while he remembers it, your brother's body bouncing off rocks and metal before slipping under the water. You swallow your sick only or it to rise back up with a vengeance, staining your skin red while it seeps out of the corner of your mouth. You tug on the ropes in retaliation, hot angry tears stinging your eyes. 

“All that fallin’ did a number on him – which is good because it really took the heat of anyone knowing it was me. I just wasn't as clean about it back then. Much better now though,” he nods, finishing with a superior and charming look like he just told a bedtime story. 

He leans forward close to your face while your vision pulses in fuzzy black, browning out while he looks down at you. 

“And I’ll tell you something, babe…” 

Fading, fading, fading.

“He tasted divine.”

masterlist | fall frenzy | ko-fi

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[greenglowinspooks]

(DCxDP) The obligations of a rogue versus those of a parent (Pt. 4)

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Tw: descriptions of body horror, Dr. Crane has PTSD and Does Not Realize, Crane has an actual panic attack and just doesn’t care, the Riddler makes one (1) sex joke about Batman

Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually

(Pt. 1 here) (Prev here) - (Pt. 5 here)

(Masterlist here)

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Dr. Jonathan Crane is in his lab, the acrid scent of chemicals filling the air, and his hands are shaking.

Danny’s health, for the first week that he had him, had been steadily improving at an extremely quick rate. However, his healing had begun to stagnate. Danny said that it was because his body had run out of ectoplasm, and that while there was a lot of ambient ectoplasm in Gotham, he needed a stronger type in order to heal.

And so, that led Dr. Crane here.

He had stolen the research notes from the Penguin years ago regarding his experimentation on him.

(He quite vividly remembers the sound of bone creaking and groaning as it twisted, lengthened. The squelching of shifting tendons and muscles, the strange fabric-like tightening of skin. The feeling of going from man to monster, of losing all claim to his humanity.)

Danny had called him Liminal, part ghost. He had said that he was transformed by, among other things, a kind of synthetic ectoplasm.

Danny needed ectoplasm.

Crane had the research notes. He had every ingredient necessary. And yet, attempt after attempt failed.

The chemical smell burns his nose. His hands tremble.

Dr. Crane is not afraid.

He doesn’t feel fear anymore. He’s tried to, many, many times, but nothing has worked. And yet, his hands are shaking still.

(The horrifying sensation of vertebrae pop-pop-popping along his spine, growing and lengthening. The unbearable itching beneath his skin as toxin glands begin to form. The feeling of his teeth sharpening and elongating, of his skull growing, of his vision changing and brightening. The awful stench of chemicals. The awful stench of ectoplasm.)

Jonathan takes careful note of his shaking hands, his blurring vision, his accelerated heart-rate and shallow breathing.

(Human hands. Human vision. Human heart and lungs and organs.)

He takes note of them, but he does not let that distract him from the task at hand. Danny is not a chemist, but Jonathan is.

The boy knows enough about chemistry in theory, but he won’t go anywhere near Crane’s equipment. He seems to have some sort of intense fear of laboratory settings, probably developed during his stay with the GiW, and Crane is willing to respect that, if only because he cannot afford to lose him.

As such, Crane is the only one qualified to do this. And, unfortunately, if he isn’t successful the boy may very well die.

He heats the chemicals to precisely the right temperatures, adding each one to its correct container.

Dr. Crane thinks of the Scarebeast, that creature born of cruelty and greed and a sense of superiority. That creature which he tries to ignore is a part of him, that can never be removed. A damage which cannot be undone.

He pours the contents of a small beaker into a larger flask, watching the liquids swirl together. The stench in the air is becoming closer and closer to the one burned into his memory.

Crane’s whole body is wracked with unpleasant sensations. It’s truly unfortunate, he thinks, that despite his mind’s lack of fear, his body still reacts so harshly.

Jonathan’s eyes wander, eventually settling on a purple and green card sitting innocently on the corner of the table.

Right.

Even if they wiped out the GiW tomorrow, and even if Danny could survive without ectoplasm, he would still be in danger.

Crane has to get him back to good health. It’s the only way he can be sure that the boy can defend himself properly.

The solution in the flask begins to foam, and Jonathan does not hesitate as he adds the final ingredient. He pours the mixture into a new container, capping it and placing it into a freezer set to -40 degrees.

Hopefully this time he got the timing right.

Jonathan tries to relax, the ventilation in the room slowly but surely clearing the familiar smell from the air.

He thinks of the letter.

Surely, he thinks, that man can come up with some better material for his jokes. Or, at least something new.

Same old threats, same old attempted poisoning.

Aiming his threats at Danny, though, that was new. New and utterly unacceptable.

Scarecrow did what he had to.

He doubted that his solution would last forever, of course, as with that man it never did. As such, he would prepare both himself and Danny for the inevitable moment that his choices came back to bite them.

However, for the moment, they were safe. Danny could rest and recover, and Jonathan could figure out a plan to minimize possible damages.

Jonathan is no longer shaking.

He’s exhausted. This is his fifth attempt today, and each one leaves an unfortunate strain on his mind and body.

With a sigh, he settles himself into his seat at a nearby desk, opening up his computer and logging his most recent attempt. He still has to wait for it to chill to know if it was successful, but he can always update the logs later.

Once he’s done, he stretches, joints popping loudly as he walks to the freezer.

When he sees the results of his tireless work, the ghost of a smile flits across his face.

Success.

Jonathan picks up the jug of ectoplasm and leaves the lab, which is in all actuality the basement of the new apartment that he moved himself and Danny into after receiving the note. The scrappy old woman who was his landlord had told him that as long as he paid her five hundred dollars up front, she would let him set up in the basement without any questions or cop calls.

And so, the most expensive apartment in the Narrows was his.

At least, he thought, the distance between the basement and the apartment was short enough that Danny didn’t have to sit in while he was doing his labwork.

Jonathan knew that he didn’t exactly have a strong grasp on the concept of ‘lab safety,’ proven by his built-up immunity to almost every toxic chemical he’d ever encountered, and he doubted that Danny should be around such an environment.

He was back to the apartment quickly, not bothering to hide the self-satisfied smile on his face. Danny is sitting in his armchair, trying to read one of his books. Danny looks up, ready to greet him, when he sees the jug in his hands and pauses.

“Is that..?”

“Synthetic ectoplasm,” Jonathan says proudly, “I found the Penguin’s research notes and decided to recreate it, since you said that you needed it to heal properly. I’m not sure if it’ll work the same as what you usually have, but I hope it’s helpful all the same.”

Danny is standing, now, and looking at Jonathan with a strange look in his eyes. He looks, Jon thinks, like he’s about to cry.

Then Danny is rushing forward and wrapping his arms around Jonathan, his scrawny form shaking.

Jonathan is, for a moment, horrified. Did he do something wrong somehow? Why is this child, who’s so afraid of touch, hugging him?

And then he hears Danny’s voice, and he knows that it was all worth it.

“Thank you,” he’s mumbling, over and over, “thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you so much.”

“Of course,” Jonathan says softly, because what else can he say?

The boy cries in his arms for a while, and Jonathan briefly wonders what his life must have been like before, if a person like him can be seen as a comforting figure.

Then, Danny pours himself a small glass of the synthetic ectoplasm, putting the rest into the small fridge which had come with the apartment, and he settles back down, sitting in the armchair once again.

Jonathan sits opposite of him, and they chat with one another as Danny drinks.

Danny talks to him about the stars and tells him about different spaceships, and Jonathan makes sure to pay attention and ask the boy questions.

He doesn’t miss the way that Danny lights up every time he asks him something about his interests. He’s so passionate, so smart, a trait that he seldom sees outside of his fellow rogues, and Jonathan wants to encourage that.

It’s…nice. Peaceful, almost.

And then the front door flies open, because Jonathan isn’t allowed to have nice things.

“Jon,” a familiar voice rings out, “what the hell?!”

Danny is frozen in place, clearly terrified.

Jonathan heaves a sigh, turning to face the nuisance who’s entered his apartment.

“Eddie,” he drawls, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”

Edward’s face is red with anger as he invades Jonathan’s apartment.

“Oh, I don’t know! Maybe it’s the fact that you sent a bunch of rogues a cryptic message and then dropped off the face of the earth for two weeks! I was worried, Jon!”

Jonathan hums in acknowledgement.

“I didn’t think it was that cryptic,” he says, picking up a book in order to pointedly ignore the Riddler.

“Oh, of course you didn’t, you straw-stuffed hickory dickory dickhead. I swear, you’re always—” he pauses, finally having noticed Danny sitting opposite of Jonathan, “—who is this?”

“My apprentice,” Jonathan replies, dreading the upcoming headache he was no doubt going to develop from Edward’s company, “he’s helping me hunt down the GiW. His name is Danny.”

Edward gasps dramatically.

“You—an apprentice?! And you’re letting him sit in the old man chair?! You don’t even let me sit in the old man chair,” he wails, draping himself over the headrest of the couch with a flourish, “Jonathan, I thought I knew you!”

“Edward,” Jonathan says, “get out of my apartment.”

“Oh my goodness, this is incredible. You’re becoming the bat!”

“I am not becoming the bat, Eddie, now get out.”

Edward has a shit-eating grin on his face as he waltzes over to Danny. Danny, who seemed terrified when he first appeared, is now looking at him with obvious amusement written all over his face.

“I mean, look at him! The hair, the eyes, the scrappy build. If you put him in one of those traffic light vigilante costumes, he could easily pass as a Robin!”

“I’m not doing this with you today, Eddie.”

“Riddle me this, Jon: I am a treasure hidden inside of a chest. You can break me, or steal me, or give me a rest. I can flutter, or pound, or attack, or drop, but if you don’t have me, you’re certainly fucked. What am I?”

Jonathan pauses for a moment before he groans, dropping his head into his hands.

“Eddie.”

Danny sits still, a confused look on his face as he repeats the riddle silently. Then, his face lights up in delight.

“A heart!”

“Jon, I like this one,” Edward says with a smile, ruffling Danny’s hair, “you are correct! A heart, something that I wasn’t aware that our dear Jonathan had!”

“Eddie, stop.”

“No, no,” Edward says, “I was worried about you, you deserve this. I mean, you even missed girls night! You never miss girls night!”

“Girls night?” Danny asks, absolutely delighted.

“Oh, of course,” Edward says, sprawling over on the couch, dangerously close to just laying in Jonathan’s lap, “we have it once a week. I’m invited because of Selina and Jon’s invited because Harley likes him.”

“And what does girls night entail, exactly?”

“Eddie,” Jonathan groans, “please.”

“Well,” Edward hums, “we usually paint our nails, or watch a movie, or gossip about the other rogues, and occasionally, we tell each other about any ‘encounters’ we have with Batman,” he says, raising his eyebrows up and down.

Danny’s jaw drops.

“Edward, shut up,” Jonathan says, an irritated tone in his voice that wasn’t there before.

“No way,” Danny says, “I thought that Batman, like, hated you guys or something. You mean he actually..?”

“Oh, the Bat is much like a bottle of liquor or a cheap cigarette, in that he was made to be passed around.”

Danny chokes on air.

“Edward Nygma,” Jonathan hisses, getting out of his seat and looming over the man, “get the hell out.”

Edward pales.

“Leaving, leaving!” Edward says, dashing away from Jonathan. He pauses, turning to flash Danny a quick smile.

“Remember Danny, I’m your favorite uncle! Not any of the other rogues, me!”

With that, he leaves, the room falling completely silent.

And, as per usual, that silence does not last.

“You full-named him?” Danny asks gleefully, ���and it worked?”

Jonathan just sighs, sitting down on the couch and rubbing at his temples.

“Please, don’t take anything Eddie says seriously. He’s a moron.”

“Dr. Crane, please let me come to girls night with you,” Danny pleads, his eyes sparkling, “I promise I won’t embarrass you.”

Jonathan groans.

“Of course you won’t, Eddie will do it for you.”

“Come on, please?”

“I think we’re a bit busy with the GiW at the moment,” Jonathan snaps. He pauses as he notices the crestfallen expression on Danny’s face.

This boy is going to be the death of him.

“Perhaps, though, when all that is taken care of…”

Danny cheers, grinning wildly, and Jonathan is not at all relieved to see him happy again. Certainly not.

The rest of the day is relatively normal.

Danny works on trying to get information from the GiW database while Crane refines his his fear toxin, both preparing for a raid on the GiW base they located in Gotham.

It was only a temporary base, nothing of note, but there was a chance of discovering more bases through it, and that wasn’t something either of them were willing to give up.

Still, something like this would take time. Rushing would only lead to failure.

…

Late in the night, long after Danny is fast asleep in his room, Jonathan pauses.

The GiW are not the only threat out there. They aren’t the only threat to him or to Danny. Perhaps it could be helpful to reach out to someone with greater resources than himself.

He sends a quick message to Red Hood.

Hopefully, he thinks, everything will go smoothly.

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#dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp fic #liminal scarecrow #Jon’s PTSD is triggered by the smell of ectoplasm because his life is a nightmare #HDJFNDNDNFKDJF #I am the master of emotional whiplash #rip Jon just trying to have some peace in this fucking house #never gonna happen king 🫡 #oh also Eddie is not lying that bat can manwhore #and like half the rogues in Gotham know this from experience #and also most of the JL #and some of JL dark #btw Eddie and Jon are besties #they’re both awful but they make it work #when Jon full-names Eddie that just means that if he doesn’t stop whatever he’s doing he’s gonna get a dose of fear toxin #Eddie isn’t intimidating enough to full-name anyone so if he gets mad he just bashes whoever in the head with his cane #Jon is the living embodiment of ‘me and my girl don’t argue she bash me in the head with a rock and I walk it off like a man’ #also side note I’m not doing any ships in this #because I don’t want to #they are just Like That #if you wanna read it that way though it’s completely fine #also shoutout 2 that one scriddler fic on ao3 that helped inspire that riddle LMAO

[steddielations]

Steve, Nancy and Robin go back into the Upside Down to get Eddie's body. They come across a fully transformed Kas, fangs snarling, clawed slashing, wings bared. He’s vicious and angry and very territorial, hissing at them. The whole group is really freaked out.

Until Steve steps closer and says, "Ed... Eddie?"

Then this ravenous monster goes full on Bambi-eyed and scampers over to them. Robin jumps back and Nancy slowly lowers her gun, both of them watching utterly dumbstruck as ‘Eddie’ excitedly jumps around Steve's feet.

Confused, but trying to keep Eddie happy, Steve’s like, “That’s it… nice little monster puppy?”

Eddie’s tail is wagging, butt wiggling, nuzzling Steve’s hand and making a purring noise when Steve carefully ruffles his hair, “Good boy…?”

Eddie’s wings flap happily in response.

This is how they find out that not only is Eddie alive, but his vampire-half is not subtle at all. Especially when Eddie finally admits he has feelings for Steve and to his surprise, Steve already knows, mostly because Eddie’s been ‘gifting’ him all the random shiny things he finds for weeks.

#kas eddie: i am dark and dangerous and big and bad and-- #steve: who's a good boy? #kas eddie: me!! i am!! i'm a good boy!! #steddie #eddie munson #steddie headcanon #rueswriting #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson headcanon #vampire eddie munson #kas eddie munson #had to repost bc it didn't show in the tags oops

[darknesseddiem]

Do I Make You Nervous?

Request: "How about Eddie and Y/n are like owing to have sex but Eddie has a hard time getting hard?"

Warnings: +18 MDNI, angst with comfort, mentions of erectile dysfunction, Eddie being mean to Reader, talking about anxiety, smut, unprotected p in v, oral (m receiving), aftercare.

Word Count: 9k

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His face burned with deep shame, his white skin tinged with scarlet red painting his cheeks and ears, fading into a soft shade of pink on his neck. He wished he could shrink himself to the smallest size possible to hide from the burning gaze of the beautiful woman in his bed, instead, Eddie decided to focus his gaze on an Anthrax poster on the other side of his messy room, and for the first time, he paid attention to the details that the figure of the Statue of Liberty making horns with it's hand and holding a book with a pentagram on the cover had.

“Eddie…” Your sweet and attentive voice made him even more nervous than he already was, he could feel the droplets of sweat accumulating in his hairline and his breathing becoming short and labored.

“Can you look at me? Please?" 'No', he thought in his racing mind, but his body did the opposite of what he wanted.

Humiliation pressed against his eyes and tried to show itself through tears he fought to contain.

With his heart rate similar to that of a marathon runner, he slowly turned his flushed face towards you until his teary eyes met yours and, God, it was the worst thing he decided to do that night.

You looked at him with such pity that he was sure that at some point that hard shell he kept to protect himself would be broken into little pieces with the intensity of your gaze and the feeling he conveyed.

He didn't want your pity, he didn't need it, he had already been through enough humiliation that day.

Overcome with frustration and embarrassed by the event, he did the last thing he wanted, he took it out on you.

"I-"

"No." The rude tone he used made you shrink in your place when you noticed how he looked at you.

You opened your mouth again but no sentence or words came out, intimidated by the enraged look, your eyes looked away from his and stared at your bare legs.

“I think you should go.” Your chest tightened at his sharp, emotionless voice.

"But-"

“Are you fucking stupid?” He knew he was being irrational at that moment but he would rather hurt you verbally than let his wounded ego and crushed pride show. “I don’t want you here, get out.”

The look in your eyes was enough to make him regret what he had said, but it was already too late to take back his words.

Overwhelmed by the feelings that your sad and desolate eyes caused, Eddie abruptly got up from the bed and wrapped himself in the sheet in an attempt to cover his shame, failing. Without looking back, he awkwardly crossed the room without paying attention to you and opened the door, disappearing into the hallway.

Sitting on his bed, you could finally let the tears flow, he had been so mean, but even so, you still couldn't help but understand him.

Eddie had this confident energy about him, a debauched smile and immaculate bad boy attitude, consequently it was a bucket of cold water when amidst the hot kisses and desperate touches on your naked bodies he realized that nothing had happened down there.

Shaking your head to clear the thoughts, you picked up your clothes thrown on the floor and quickly started to put them on so you could get out of there as quickly as possible.

Eddie was a good guy, fun and caring towards you, but at that moment he was insensitive and irrational, so the best thing to do was to leave and try to talk when things calm down.

Although the words and the tone used to say them still caused pain, you didn't blame him for reacting like that, you would do the same if you were in his place.

Dressed and with your dignity forgotten, you went after yet another humiliation.

Leaving the room and heading towards the bathroom, you slowly stopped in front of the door and took a deep breath before speaking one last time.

“Eds, I… I'm already going, when you want to talk again, you know where to find me.” Silence was your only response.

Sighing, you turned towards the living room and finally left the trailer, sooner than you had anticipated.

In the bathroom of his trailer, Eddie faced his own demons.

Leaning on the white porcelain sink, the boy stared at his disheveled reflection in the mirror: slightly reddish eyes, hair messy and damp from the sweat and water he had thrown on his face to clear his thoughts, a complete mess.

In the confines of the blue and green tiled walls he was finally able to peel off that confident and self-assured persona he showed to everyone and welcome the insecure boy he hid under lock and key.

That same little boy who spent sleepless nights with the insecurity of what tomorrow would bring for him, who thought so low of himself and had no idea how to be like other nice guys, so he pretended and tried to deceive himself when deep down he knew he would never heal his wounded inner child.

What happened today was just the culmination of his journey of humiliation.

It could be anything with anyone, but not you, not with you.

So many years spent just watching from afar as your silly childhood crush grew even more, and just when he had managed to prove himself worthy of your attention, his body decides to betray him in the most treacherous way possible.

His desire for you was undeniable, as strong as liquid lava that coursed through his veins and burned all of his senses, and like the pepper that burned in his tender flesh, he burned with desire for you, his soul burned in ecstasy to intertwine up with yours and make them one single flesh.

Now that the raging fog in his mind had lifted, he saw how stupid he had been to the one person he was completely sure would understand him better than anyone and even himself, but had allowed himself to be carried away by the bonds that his ghosts held from the past and ruined the only thing he was proud of having accomplished by being himself.

Not the Eddie who pretends, or the confident one, or the debauchee, nothing like that, but the insecure Eddie full of fears who one day thought he would never see the light of sun again.

Of all the moments that could happen, why now? Why?

His pride and ego were deeply hurt that night, he felt helpless.

This had never happened, even in his moments of pleasure alone he didn't need much to get horny or have an erection, just a glimpse of anything from you was enough to get him going for hours straight.

Eddie had no idea how he would face you again after the fiasco that was tonight, the night you were supposed to spend entwined with each other just letting your wildest instincts take over your naked and fervent bodies.

Putting an end to his torment, at least for now, he straightened up and walked away from the sink, walking towards the door and heading towards his empty room.

Your delicious perfume invaded his nostrils as he crossed the door frame and his eyes involuntarily closed and rolled to the back of his head in delight, if he concentrated a little he could still remember the exact smell that your sweaty neck exuded: citrus and slightly floral with a salty and warm touch.

Walking slowly to the disheveled bed, he followed the path the two of you, lost in pleasure, took earlier.

Starting with the desk, where Eddie sat you down and your tongues danced fiercely against each other, fighting a battle that neither of you intended to lose.

His hands roamed your body, yearning to map every curve and every piece of soft skin he could reach, tracing his fingertips softly under your blouse and watching you shiver with lust as you tangled your fingers in his wavy dark hair, pulling him closer as if you wanted him to devour you in that instant.

Hurrying to get to the bed, the two of you walked awkwardly without letting go and you ended up pressed against the wall with one of his hands full of rings around your neck, his teeth nibbled your swollen lips and slid sensually to your jaw where he traced figures with his warm and experienced tongue. His left hand rested inside your panties, cruelly teasing your clit with his thumb and index finger while his middle and ring finger slid into your wet, warm hole giving you enough to squirm in pleasure but not to cum until he wanted you to.

And finally, the last destination, the bed.

He moved and knelt on the mattress, remembering how he had grabbed you by the waist and thrown you there, seeing your face contort into the most beautiful expression of lust he had ever seen.

His fingers still tingled from the feeling of your soft, swollen lips enveloping them in the wet heat of your sinful, ungodly mouth, the taste and smell of your arousal had been tattooed on his mouth and nose, altering the entire chemistry of his weak brain.

The roots of his locks were still throbbing from the aggressive encounter of your nervous fingers and his scalp of the moment he allowed himself the eroticism of his first taste of your sinful and seductive pussy, almost as if it hypnotized him with the earthy and luscious flavor that dripped and flowed like the honey of the gods.

His eyes closed and your naked image was tattooed inside his eyelids, just as your moans played on replay in his ear from the moment the first sound left your mouth.

He laid down on the bed and shook his head against his pillow but stopped abruptly when he realized one small thing.

Eddie looked down and let out an incredulous snort.

“Oh, now do you want to do your work?” He looked at his dick with disdain. “Great news: she’s not here, champ.” He ran a hand over his face and exhaled in frustration.

The sound of vibration caught his attention, making him raise his head and take his cell phone from under one of the pillows, it was a message from you.

His heart beat faster and he swallowed hard, he wasn't going to lie, he was scared as hell by whatever you sent him.

With a trembling thumb he clicked on the messaging app icon and saw your contact appear pinned at the top with the text highlighted and the number “2” next to it.

Closing his eyes and breathing heavily he pressed into your contact, and after a few seconds that seemed like hours, he opened them again and breathed a sigh of relief.

lightfury 🤍: hi, I don't know when you'll see this, but I wanted to let you know that I'm already home

lightfury 🤍: I hope we can talk later, I don't want things between us to be like this. good night, eds

With a relieved sigh, he let go of his cell phone and let his arms fall to his sides, smiling at the ceiling of his room. You really were a badass woman.

Pondering for a few seconds, he took the device in his hands again and went straight to the search app.

“Why can’t I get hard?”

He looked through the countless search results until he found the one that most resembled his case.

‘Powerful erection, buy it and receive it in two business days.’ What the fuck? No.

‘Age crisis? SexBull pills are the solution.’ No, absolutely not.

‘Erectile dysfunction, understand the causes and how to treat it.’ Oh God, please don’t be that.

He clicked on the last option and started reading the article.

“Erectile dysfunction, also known as impotence, is defined by difficulty getting and keeping an erection. It can be an embarrassing thing to talk about. It's been reported that more than half of men between the ages of 40 and 70 experience some form of ED.”

His eyes widened as soon as they passed the section where the most susceptible ages were indicated.

What the hell? Eddie was only 25. Could it get any worse?

Oh yeah, it could...

“Various risk factors can contribute to erectile dysfunction, including:

• Tobacco use, which restricts blood flow to veins and arteries, can — over time — cause chronic health conditions that lead to erectile dysfunction;

• Drug and alcohol use, especially if you're a long-term drug user or heavy drinker.”

Oh yes, he was completely fucked if he were to take these two factors into consideration, as he smoked so much that he could be compared to a walking chimney, and his body was almost at the point of producing alcohol on its own accord.

But his concern soon disappeared when he read the rest of the article.

“The brain plays a key role in triggering the series of physical events that cause an erection, starting with feelings of sexual excitement. A number of things can interfere with sexual feelings and cause or worsen erectile dysfunction. These include:

Depression, anxiety or other mental health conditions;

Stress;

Relationship problems due to stress, poor communication or other concerns;

Anxiety.”

Anxiety…

This last topic caught the boy's attention because it was exactly what he felt when he was around you, not that it was caused by your person, but rather by his dangerous mind.

All that euphoria of wanting to please you and insecurity that he wouldn't be good enough had created a black cloud above his head that rained liquid worry straight to his brain and caused a breakdown in his nervous system due to the pressure he felt, which led to his failed performance today.

He turned off his cell phone screen and lay on his side with his eyes closed, thinking about what a complete jerk he had been to you and how he would explain the whole situation without sounding even more ridiculous.

But that would be for tomorrow, with a quick movement he raised his left arm and slammed the palm of his hand against the light switch, leaving the room in complete darkness and silence as he fell into a deep sleep.

A few kilometers away, you were already lying in bed and ready to sleep, a few seconds away from turning off the light when you heard the notification sound of a new message.

Normally you would let it go and go to sleep, but the name that appeared on the screen caught your attention and you picked up the device and unlocked it, clicking on the messaging app icon.

nightfury 🖤: hey

nightfury 🖤: I'm sorry if I was an asshole today

nightfury 🖤: can we talk tomorrow? I don't want to lose you because of my stupidity

night fury: night baby

Upon reading the content of the messages, you smiled widely until your cheeks hurt, and with your heart filled with tenderness and joy you finally allowed yourself to lie down and sleep.

Tomorrow would be a new day, and hopefully, a much better day.

47 minutes and 15 seconds, that was how long Eddie had spent in front of the mirror rehearsing his monologue, and he was not at all satisfied with what came out of his mouth.

Nervousness had turned him into a pathetic chattering mess and he couldn't stop himself from spewing nonsense words in the middle of sentences.

Walking back and forth across the room, the young man decided that it would be better to stop that stupidity and act like an adult, he would go to your work and talk normally without all this ridiculous rehearsal.

Be yourself, Munson. He spoke in his mind whilst taking a deep breath.

“Okay, that’s it, I’m ready.” His hands ran through his wavy hair and he bit his bottom lip anxiously.

“I’m not fucking ready for this.” He grumbled as he furtively watched from across the street where he could see you at the register through the large glass window.

Robin and Steve were nowhere to be seen, which was easier because he certainly didn't want to deal with those two loudmouths today.

Eddie thought about standing there until you noticed him staring at you like a maniac, and then calling the police so he wouldn't have to go through the second humiliation of explaining himself. Ha, good idea Edward.

The boy shook his head, making his hair messier and putting his hand on his face, exhaling in exasperation. Do you have a fucking problem?

“Okay, it’s now or never Eddie…” People on the street looked at him strangely as they watched him talk to himself. “You can do it, just get there and act cool, easy, you got this.” And repeating this about a hundred more times in his mind, he took courage and walked towards Family Video, which was now Family Books.

The sound of the bell ringing echoed throughout the empty store, making you look up ready to greet the customer who had arrived.

A smile formed on your mouth when you noticed Eddie standing in front of the cashier counter, playing with the rings on his fingers.

“Hi..” Your voice broke him out of the trance he was in. "Can I help you with something?" Eddie looked at you with slightly widened eyes.

“Um, can we… Can we talk? Both of us? In particular?" He wanted to slap himself for the way he was stuttering the words.

"Of course! I just need to call Robin or Steve,” Your eyes scanned the store for your two noisy friends. “I can’t leave the register without anyone here.”

“No problem,” Eddie said shifting his weight from one leg to the other. “Take your time, I’m not in a hurry.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back.” You smiled before disappearing down the hall.

You practically ran through the bookshelves looking for those two, and no sign of them.

"What a hell?" You stood in the hallway talking to yourself. “Where were those two-” The shrill noises of laughter reached your ear, revealing the location of the two lazy people you called friends.

You marched furiously to the storage room while thinking of millions of curses to throw at them, opening the door with a quick movement letting it slam against the wall, scaring the both of you, you began to complain.

“What do you two think you’re doing here?” Robin and Steve looked at you scared from where they were sitting, laughing about something on Robin's phone. “Did you forget that you also have to work?”

“We were…Uh, the books… The books needed to be scanned? Yes, the books needed to be scanned into the system!” Steve was slurring his words trying to explain himself, while Robin just looked elsewhere as if she wasn't to blame for anything.

“Oh really?” You asked and they both nodded. “Then where are the books and the scanner? I don’t see either one.”

The two remained silent, staring at you, wishing that a stack of books would magically appear in front of them.

"Hey, did you hear that?" Robin began.

“Yes, I think I heard some customer calling us.” The brunette agreed with the blonde girl and they both got up from the couch, hurriedly passing you who was still standing in the doorway.

“What the-” Snorting you rolled your eyes. "Forget it." You mumbled.

Turning to go back to the front of the store and tell Eddie that he could come now, you came face to face with the boy a few feet away, which made you let out a scared yelp.

“Jesus…” You placed your hand on your chest. “You scared the hell out of me.”

He smirked and approached you.

“Sorry, I thought you saw me follow you.” Eddie was looking at you with such intensity that you had to look away.

“Yeah, no, no problem,” You let out a nervous laugh. “Come in, here we can talk privately.” He entered the storage room as you stepped aside and gestured with your hand.

The two of you sat on the brown leather couch and stared at each other.

“So…” “I…” You let out a laugh as you spoke at the same time.

"You first." You said smiling shyly.

“Okay,” The metalhead took a deep breath before starting to speak. “Firstly I wanted to apologize for the way I treated you yesterday, I was rude and mean to you when you didn’t deserve it.” His brown eyes remained fixed on yours the entire time. “And secondly, I wanted to explain myself about-” You cut him off before he could say anything else.

“No, no, it’s okay. Seriously, I understand why you reacted the way you did and I don’t blame you for it.” Your body moved closer to him and your hands took his in yours affectionately. “You don’t need to explain yourself about anything, Eds.” The boy felt his heart beat faster and his eyes burn with tears forming in his waterline. “What happened yesterday could have happened to anyone, including me, and I'm sorry if at any point I made you feel embarrassed or uncomfortable, I swear that wasn't my intention. You are the most precious boy to me and I truly apologize if you felt this way because of me.”

Eddie had been left speechless.

His mouth was dry and his heart was pounding like it was going to jump out of his chest. He was so moved by the things you said that he barely noticed when tears started to run down his beautiful pale face.

“Oh no, no, please don't cry,” Worry was written in capital letters all over your face. “I-I didn’t say anything in a bad way, please-” Your chatter was interrupted by the warm smile he directed at you.

“You…” He said shaking his head in disbelief. “You have no idea what your words mean to me.” The curly-haired boy felt his cheeks hurt from smiling so much. “All my life I've been told I wasn't enough and judged for who I am, I was so insecure about myself that the only way I could find it was to mask who I was, so I created this confident shell that didn't care about the rest of the world, so that maybe one day I could be accepted by someone…” Now you were the one crying silently at his speech.

“And after all these years thinking that I would live with fragments of my true self, you came and knocked me off my feet,” He smiled through his tears and brought one of his hands to your face, caressing it affectionately.

“It scared the hell out of me the way I lost all my composure around you, I felt scared because that boy who was so hurt in the past always tried to be present around you, all the time he wanted to show himself but I suppressed him as much as I could, afraid that I would lose you because of my ghosts. It was a new feeling for me, you know? You brought me comfort and kindness, and it made me want to run, 'cause I was so used to living in pain and being hurt that it became my comfort to feel this all the time, and the idea of being… Truly loved for who I am, made me have so much fear." His eyes widened in realization after the last sentence.

Eddie lived for so long feeling pain and finding comfort in it, that he was afraid of being loved and cared for by someone, believing that he was not worthy of such feelings.

“Eddie…” You looked deeply into his eyes before continuing, and in that moment you didn't see 'Eddie Munson, the Satanist leader of a cult who didn't care about the opinion of any living soul' but 'Eddie Munson, the scared and fragile boy who was so hurt by people who once pretended to love him, the insecure young boy who believed he would never be good enough to be loved by anyone'. “You are more than enough, you are not broken and less worthy of someone’s love, do you hear me?” Despite the serious tone of your voice, it still carried a whirlwind of emotions. "Nobody! No one has the right to say whether or not you deserve to be loved, because you do deserve to be happy in any and every way, Eddie. And this little boy inside you?” You asked with teary, red eyes and he nodded. “Let him out, let me get to know him, let me take care of him and show him how loved he is. Let him be free this time, because this time I will take care of you two, I will show you how much love I have to give you.”

The two of you looked at each other as if there was no one else in the world, just two souls destined to find each other and become just one, a single soul that carried with it the fragments of the past so that in the future they would remind them of the arduous path they had taken until they found home at each other's hearts.

Eddie was the first to close the distance between you, being followed by you immediately.

Your lips touched, causing an explosion of feelings in your hearts and pure passion to run like thick honey through your veins, filling each wound and healing the cuts that seemed to not want to heal.

His hands were like warm silk that slid easily across your skin, taking place at the base of your neck as he possessively cupped your cheek and claimed your mouth for himself with his warm, sensual tongue, caressing every corner and edge of your cavity.

You gave in equally to the kiss and holding his wet face, you let all the feelings flow as you lost yourself in the taste of love that was in each other's mouths.

Passion. Euphoria. Reassurance. And love, so much love.

He deepened the kiss even more and sighed intensely, sliding one of his arms around your waist and holding you as if you were going to disappear at any moment.

Your hands found the base of his neck and you intertwined your fingers in his long locks, bringing him to you.

But it still wasn't enough, your bodies screamed for each other and your minds clouded with the desire to feel the raw and pure nature that emanated from your pores and dripped from your centers.

You broke the kiss and lightly ripped off the leather jacket he was wearing, placing your mouth on his again and running your hands up his arms in a frantic manner. You wanted to feel him in his entirety, his body, his essence and his soul.

Eddie was no different, his mind screamed your name incessantly and his body cried out hotly to possess your flesh and infiltrate you, draining your arousal until there was no drop left.

With a quick movement he laid you down and was on top of you, stopping only to take off his shirt and throw it somewhere in the storage room.

“God, tasting you is like having a taste of the nectar of the gods, I can’t get enough.” He admired you and smiled, placing his lips on your neck and jaw.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head with his mouth trailing kisses and licking your sensitive spots. “God, Eddie.” Your body was on fire and his attention only intensified that.

“Wait, wait…” You managed to mumble breathlessly.

“Did I hurt you? We can stop if-” You silenced him by putting a finger on his mouth. “Shhh, lay down. Now.” Something in his gaze changed and you could swear you heard him whimper softly.

Eddie lay down on the couch and you stood up watching him, his Adam's apple bobbed and he swallowed hard seeing your look. You were like a seductive panther looking at him as if he was your prey and you were waiting for the right moment to enjoy the meal. Him.

“I’m going to make you feel so good…” Draping one of your legs over him you sat on top of his crotch. “And I will show you who owns this body.” With that said, you attacked his mouth with yours, this time the kiss was fierce, full of bites and sinfully whispered moans.

He filled his hand and squeezed your ass tightly, drawing a breathy sigh from you, while the other moved up to your breast and pinched your nipple through the fabric of your blouse and bra.

You ran your lips and trailed a path of wet kisses to his jaw, going straight to his earlobe and nibbling, feeling him stiffen beneath you. That's the spot, you thought.

“You love teasing me, don’t you? Always trying to make me surrender first…” He asked as he placed his feet firmly on the floor and held your waist, pressing down and rubbing your pussy with his rock-hard cock. “You’re going to need more than that, sweetheart…” He held your head, pushing you against his sensitive spot and sighed with lust.

"Me?" Pretending to be innocent, you began to kiss hotly down to his pale pink nipples and, God, they were pierced. “And what have we here?” You ran your tongue gently, seeing him shiver and smile, biting his lip. “Oh… They’re sensitive, aren’t they?” With your thumb and forefinger you began to squeeze and roll them between your fingers.

“Oh God, please.” He panted and arched his back bringing his chest to you. “They're still too sensitive…” He let go of your waist and unbuttoned the buttons on your beige uniform shirt, taking it off and throwing it in some corner. “I need to feel you or I’ll go crazy.” He pulled the clasp of your bra in one agile movement and ripped it from your body with violence. “What did you do to me, woman?” His hands grabbed both of your breasts and squeezed with voracious force, eliciting a muffled moan from you.

“I just put you in your place, big boy.” You sat up straight and took your time admiring him, his disheveled look, his alabaster chest full of tattoos and his hard nipples, his slender waist and his happy trail that led to the treasure you selfishly wanted to enjoy. “The other women never knew how to deal with you, isn’t that right?” He looked at you with his eyes half closed and mouth hanging open and nodded. “Hmmm…” You began to roll your hips into his crotch and brought your hands to his that were resting on top of your breasts and pressed them even harder, throwing your head back with the pleasure that electrified your body as your clitoris started being stimulated with friction. “They never knew how you become such a good boy when someone commands you, right my pet?”

“Hmmm fuck yeah, I'm such a good boy for you... No one can have me like you do, my love…” He was slowly losing the last bit of sanity he had left, you were like a drug and he was the addict in abstinence and would use you until he couldn't take it anymore and dropped dead.

“That’s it, baby, you poor thing… You just needed someone to tame you like you deserve, right?” Mocking his fucked up state you laughed mischievously. “Shhh, don’t worry, I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll beg me not to stop…” Sliding off his lap and kneeling between his legs covered in ripped black jeans, you began to play with the hem of his pants, teasing him.

“Jesus…” He panted and ran a hand through his untamed curls. “Please don't fuck with me this time” Whispering quietly and looking at his dick he bit his lower lip so hard that he was sure he would draw blood. “Are you nervous, big boy?” Your seductive voice penetrated his ears like the song of a siren who was about to take him to the bottom of the ocean and drown him in the dark waters of pleasure. “Yeah-” he cleared his throat. “Do I make you nervous?” Your hand slowly crackling down his pelvis and caressing his thighs was enough to short-circuit his poor, lust-ridden brain, allowing him to only nod pathetically.

Sliding one hand up his inner thigh and giving it an experimental squeeze as your left trailed its way to the hard bulge in his pants, you saw his face contort in pleasure and he let out a shuddering breath. “Hmm, I can make you relax… But I don’t know if you deserve it, you know?” Teasing him for fun just to see the desperate look on his beautiful face that was sin incarnate.

“W-What? No I-I” his plea was interrupted by your mocking tone of voice. “Ah, ah, ah… You've been such a bad boy recently,” The smile on your face widened even more when you noticed how wide his eyes were, dilated pupils swallowing any trace of the chocolate that painted his iris, giving way to the black that emanated the lust that his body failed to contain. “Bad boys don’t deserve good things, my pet.”

Shaking his head like a maniac, his hoarse and sly voice pleaded. “N-no, I was… I was a good boy, please! Please touch me… Fuck, please touch me.” He didn't care how pathetic he sounded now, his mind was completely clouded. You you you. It was all he could focus on, your fresh citrus smell that invaded his nostrils and made him want to stick his nose in your neck, your ethereal and unique taste that stuck to his tongue and permeated his taste buds, your curves that fit so perfectly in his hands and your body that reacted so deliciously to him.

“I don’t know… You still haven’t convinced me that you deserve it.” You looked at him intensely and he swallowed hard when he noticed the strange gleam in your eyes. “Beg… Beg me to touch you, Eddie.” You waited with a small smile. “Please? Please touch me?” He spoke quietly, his face turning pink. “You can do better than that, pet…” He huffed and looked to the side with a pout. “Okay, since you don't want to ask nicely,” Leaning on his knees, you stood up and stood. “I’ll come back-” “No, wait wait!” He quickly dropped to his knees at your feet and circled his arms around your waist and hips, looking at you with puppy dog eyes that would make you commit atrocities if he used them against you. “Please…” He began, “Please touch me, I’m begging you.” He rubbed one of his cheeks on your bare stomach and began trailing kisses down to the hem of your jeans. “Let me feel you… Please, I’ll do anything.” He held your waist with such strength that you would definitely have had his finger marks the other day - not that you cared at the moment, too focused on the way he begged for your touch.

“Stand up,” You ordered and he promptly obeyed, rushing forward, almost losing his balance. “Take your pants and shoes off, now.” His hands flew to the button on his pants, undoing it and then unzipping his black jeans, bending down to untie the knots on the black combat boots he wore and discarding them somewhere nearby. You saw the hesitation in his eyes as he bit his lip and commanded again. "You are deaf? Strip. The pants. Now." Your hard, dominating voice made him tremble and shiver with desire.

He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants and removed the item of clothing, revealing the white Calvin Klein boxers he was wearing. Your eyes migrated to his crotch and your mouth watered as you noticed the size of the bulge that stretched the fabric almost to its limit, a small wet spot could be seen where his pink tip rested and could be seen due to the transparency of the damp fabric.

“You know, I don’t think it’s fair that I’m the only one taking off my clothes, don’t you?” His voice dropped a few octaves and reverberated through your body, his eyes practically burning each and every piece of clothing you wore. “And who said I care what you think?” You slid a finger down his tattooed chest, stopping before your hand came down on his erection. “But I suppose you’re right…” Withdrawing your finger and walking away, you saw him exhale in frustration and the corners of your mouth turned up in a wicked little smile.

You took off your sneakers and socks, taking your hand to your denim shorts and unbuttoning and unzipping them quickly, making a show for the brunette standing in front of you. He licked his lips hungrily at every bit of skin that was exposed in the process, his eyes making you feel like a furnace inside.

The two of you were now standing face to face in just your underwear, Eddie couldn't take his eyes off your body, he was looking at you so intensely that your knees went weak when you took a step forward.

“Why don’t you get comfortable on the couch and let me take care of you, huh?” You placed both hands on his chest and pushed him until he sat on the furniture, taking a place between his open legs and kneeling again.

“I’m gonna' make you feel so good, Eddie…” You rubbed your hand over his crotch, avoiding his cock only to see him twitch. “I don’t- fuck- I don’t doubt that, sweetheart, but please-” His babbling was cut off by the feeling of your small hand stroking the base of his dick so lightly that he was barely sure you were touching him. "What? Please, what-” Your fingers collided with something even harder.

His eyes glittered with a wild glow and you narrowed your eyes and looked down to where your hand rested.

Eddie smirked and bit his lower lip when he noticed your surprised face. “What’s wrong, sweetie? See anything you like?” He was making fun of you and you could tell.

Moving your hand, you spoke again, “A piercing… Munson, Munson, you’re a box full of surprises…” Your index fingers hooked into the waistband of his underwear. “Do you have any more surprises for me, Eddie?” Your playful question was answered as soon as you removed the last piece of clothing from him and his cock emerged free in all its glory: big and thick, probably a good nine inches, with a prominent vein on the underside, curved slightly to the right and, the cherry on top, his gray metal piercing decorating the drooling, reddish tip.

His eyes were boring into your face, trying to catch your reactions.

Your eyes widened slightly and your mouth parted, forming a slight “o”, while one of your hands crept up to his erect dick and caressed the long shaft.

“Oh yes, this is a big surprise…” Your hand moved up and down. “Now be a good boy and keep still while I suck your cock.” His face contorted into an expression of pleasure and his mouth fell open in a whimper. “Damn, woman, you're going to be the death of me…” He laughed and shook his head in disbelief.

His eyes were boring into your face, trying to catch your reactions.

Your eyes widened slightly and your mouth parted, forming a slight “o”, while one of your hands crept up to his erect dick and caressed the long shaft.

“Oh yes, this is a big surprise…” Your hand moved up and down. “Now be a good boy and keep still while I suck your cock.” His face contorted into an expression of pleasure and his mouth fell open in a whimper. “Damn, woman, you're going to be the death of me…” He laughed and shook his head in disbelief.

You drooled, wetting your lips, before you took it in your hand and dipped your head.

You took him in your mouth easily, sucking on the tip while your tongue slid over the sensitive head that leaked the milky fluid. Eddie whined loudly, his hands moving to hold through your hair, tangling his calloused fingers through your soft hair. Your mouth, velvety warm, sucking him down gently while driving him crazy.

Eddie exhaled languidly, eyes fluttering down to watch you through thick lashes.

You look up at him, jacking him slowly and still sucking his red swollen tip, Eddie nodded at you gently, a bow down towards you that was your go-ahead signal.

"Just like that, honey..." His face writhed in the purest expression of lust, shutting his eyes for a moment.

 He could feel his tip hitting the back of your throat and your skilled tongue caressing his shaft, and still willing to take him further into your tight throat. "Goddamit, baby, this sinful mouth of yours… F-fuck that feels so good.."

"So good, you’re so good to me baby." Eddie rasped, voice drowned out at the empty storage room where the two of you vulgarly expressed your most carnal and sinful desires.

You gave him your best ‘fuck me’ eyes, moving to cup his balls while your head bobbed up and down his cock. 

His eyes trailed down to you, seeing you looking at him while almost sucking his soul out of his body,it was too much for his poor brain to handle. Eddie closed his eyes again and let out a symphony of moans and whimpers to the feeling of your warm wet mouth.

Your hand cupped his balls, squeezing lightly, pulling back to suction on his heavy sac and moving your hand down his shaft, deeply inhaling the musky scent of his manhood. 

Eddie could feel his own abs clenching with every slow drag of your mouth licking the soft skin of his balls and making them jump and squeeze at your expert movements.

"Holy fucking shit." Eddie gritted, tightening his grip in your hair. "You take me so good, isn’t that right baby? Gos, such a fucking slut for my dick, huh? Bet you soaking through these panties ." 

You hum in response, vibrations from your throat tickling and sending shockwaves through his sac. 

He wasn't going to last long with jerking him and fondling his ball like that, you were too good at this. Too good at making him a total and pathetic mess.

You knew he was so close, his toes were curling, his breath becoming erratic and his grip on your head getting tighter each time, the coil in his lower belly pulling closer and closer until it snapped, spilling hot spurts of his seed onto your flattened tongue while he threw his head back and groaned loudly. 

He milked himself into your mouth, finger hooking to catch a dribbled spurt on the side of your lips before he pressed them in your mouth. .

You swallowed him in one big gulp, opening your mouth open to show him, seeing the way his eyes became darker. 

 “Fuck,” he panted and ate you with his eyes. “I have to be inside you in the next five seconds or I’m gonna’ get fucking crazy, ‘cause you're killing me here, baby.” Desperation and lust were written across his eyes.

You smiled, still kneeling between his legs, and bit your lip seductively with half lidded eyes.

“Oh yeah? You're that desperate to feel my pussy around your cock, huh?” You stood up and looked down at him through your eyelashes, seeing him nod dumbly.

"I'm being such a good boy for you, don't you think I deserve this..." Nothing could prepare you for the word that would come out of his mouth in the next moment. "...Mommy?"

You choked on your own spit.

Jesus Christ, that simple word leaving his mouth was able to light an intense flame inside you, that licked your center and melted into a slick that soaked your panties and ran down your thigh.

You stood there, opening and closing your mouth like a fish in water, completely speechless.

Eddie watched you with a shit-eating grin as if to say "I won."

His expression faltered as he noticed your hard gaze and sinister smile at him, you saw his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed dry and cleared his throat.

“Yeah...you really are a box full of surprises, Eddie, and it's going to be so fun to play with you..." You hooked your thumbs into your wet panties and dragged them down your legs, letting them fall to the floor and kicking it to some corner of the room.

His eyes were now fixed on your smooth, glistening pussy, you felt a surge of pride and self-confidence as you noticed his cock kicking in interest.

Eddie was sure that at this point he was shamelessly drooling at the sight of you naked in front of him, your body must surely be the representation of Satan and his sin as how provocative and ungodly it was.

"Shit..." With the way you were looking at him, like you wanted to eat him alive, he probably wouldn't get out of there in one piece.

You grinned at him and leaned over, putting a leg over him and sitting on his hairy thighs.

Your eyes skimmed over the pretty boy below you, his fucked out face, he never looked so beautiful.

Your eyes wandered his slender torso and followed the delicious happy trail that led to the thatch of dark curls framing his gorgeous dick..

“Ready for me sweetheart?” He asked with an air of smugness and tucked his hands behind his head, but you could see that he was controlling himself not to jump on your bones. "The real question here is, are you ready for me, Eds?” You trailed your hand from his stomach to his tattooed chest, fingers ghosting over his nipples drawing a shaky breath from him. "So...so ready, princess, please..." His glazed eyes were heavy, you hummed, but remained silent as his hands hovered over your thighs before shakily running through your hips and waist.

Still grinning at him, you reached between your bodies to give his cock a few steady strokes. He pulsed in your palm and it sent a surge of need through your lower belly. 

Adjusting yourself and sitting upright, you moved until you were sitting on top of his rock hard cock, giving your hips an experimental rock and shivering as you grind against his cock slowly, the fiction on your clit sending waves of arousal coursing through your veins. 

“Go ahead baby, take what you want.” Eddie closes his eyes, fighting his inner demons to not to cum with just that, his hips thrusting into you into its own accord. "Sit still or I'll stop." You warned and Eddie's hips stilled before reluctantly settling against the couch. "How badly do you want to cum, baby?" You asked, slowly rocking your hips before sitting back down on his lap. You set a lazy pace, making sure each glide of your wet cunt was slower than the last. “Christ, mommy-” Eddie whimpering, his hips thrusting weakly against yours. 

He didn't see it coming, he just felt the burning sensation and the impact of your hand on the left side of his face. “Dont. Fucking. Move.” You hold a tight grip on his throat. “Answer me, you pathetic slut.” 

"Fuck," he panted as his back arched off, "I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to–" Another slap delivered across his cheek, the skin blossoming a pretty shade of pale pink-reddish. "Fuck! I want it so bad, I want to cum so bad, Mommy!" Lustful tears were forming on his waterline and threatening to spill over his hot cheeks. “Hmm, that’s a good boy…” Your lips kissed his red cheek with tenderness. 

"Who-who thought that you were into that shit..." Eddie's voice has a rasp to it. “Might be a lot about me you don't know, Munson.”

Your fingertips dug into his chest as you steadied yourself with one hand and grabbed his cock with the other, and ever so slowly sank down on his generous length. Mingling moans and whimpers paired with the sounds of his grunts filled the small space of the storage room, you shuddered as he stretched you inch by glorious inch and let out a content sigh when you were fully seated on his lap, his balls pressed against your ass.

“Oh my god, Eddie…” He had one hell of a view, and it had him entranced. Your jaw was slack as you gasped and panted from how deep he was, and your head was thrown back with pleasure. He gave you a moment to adjust before both of his hands found purchase on your ass and he started fucking into you like a wild animal. "Hoooly fucking shit, you're so fucking- Oh God!” he whimpered. “Yes… Oh fuck, right there!” Your hands held onto his arms that were circling your waist while his thick cock pumped in and out of you. 

“Eddie!” You cried, your pussy clamping down around his dick as your thighs snapped closed on his narrow waist. “Oh my fucking god! Ohhhh-” The boy laughed breathlessly seeing you lose your mind over how good he was fucking you. "Yeah Mommy? Where's all that atittude, huh? Got so dumb on my cock that you can't even answer me?" He met you for a sloppy kiss, both of you too far gone to care about the clumsiness. "You... Dick." He moaned into your mouth as you clenched around him, hands flying to your face as he bucked into you.

“Close, I'm- baby I’m so close,” you whined against his lips. 

The white burning coil in your core grew to reach its snapping point with every brush of his dark curls against your clit.

“Yeah, you gonna cum for me?" His sweaty forehead pressed to your own while his almost black irises looked deep into your soul. “Fuck, that's it Mommy, I wanna feel you cumming all over my cock.” His hand left your waist to snake down, his thumb rubbed tight circles to your clit, helping that tight band snap inside you. “Oh fuck!” You cried out loud as you came, not caring if Robin or Steve would hear. Your hips continued to roll, a clumsy attempt at keeping up with his thrusts and his thumb that still rubbed your bundle of nerves. 

“Feels so… fuck, your pussy…” He babbled, unable to form a coherent sentence. “Hmm… you’re just so… tight and warm.” He buried his face in the crook of your neck and let every one of his senses be entirely consumed by you. 

He's loud when he comes, whimpering loudly, full body weak with it. You feel his cock pulse and kick inside of you, deep painting your insides white. 

"Thank you, Mommy..." He's mumbling against your skin, kissing the side of your neck softly as he comes down. "God, you're so perfect." 

The mixing of his cum and your arousal is now coating your inner thighs, and dripping onto his balls and crotch. “Jesus fuck—” He slip his now soft cock out of your cunt, seeing the white fluid dripping of your insides.

Both of his arms wrapped protectively around you and his nose nuzzled against your temple as he whispered how good you were for him.

Eddie pressed your cheek to the crown of your head and drew soothing patterns across your warm, sweaty skin. “Do you think they heard us?” You broke the comfortable silence. "For sure." He laughed softly and you widened your eyes, slapping his chest. "Eddie!" "What? You asked and I just answered." You rolled your eyes and stood up, getting off his lap. "Wait, wait!" He held your waist and sat you down on the couch, heading towards the black shirt he had thrown on the floor a few minutes before. "Gotta clean up my girl." He went to the water machine in the corner of the room and wetted the fabric, returning to where you were and gently rubbing it against your skin.

You both got dressed in silence and looked at each other.

“So…” “Yeah…” You looked at the wall as if there was something interesting there as he rocked back on his heels with his hands in his leather jacket pockets. "Um..." He began. "What do you think about... I don't know, going to the movies today? I saw there's a really cool movie in the theater and- and it would be cool if we went together." You smiled, biting your lip. "Really? What's the movie?" The boy smiled too and was sincere. "I don't know, but with you anything is cool." Your heart melted at his sweet words.

"Pick me up at seven?" You opened the door, stepping outside so he could get out too. "Seven, great, very good." He wanted to beat himself for being so nervous, for God’s sake just a few minutes ago he was balls deep in you.

"Okay! I'll see you at seven then." You smiled and walked towards the front of the bookstore, coming face to face with Steve and Robin whispering, who soon stopped as soon as they saw you and Eddie.

Eddie said goodbye to you and left the store, waving his hand and smiling once again as he mouthed 'see you at seven'.

You turned to your friends who had a mischievous smile on their faces and walked back to your spot behind the counter.

"So..." Robin said. "Mommy, huh?" Bursting into laughter with Steve.

"Fuck off, you two." You mumbled, face burning with embarrassment.

You could say that those two gave you hell for a long time after that day.

#darknesseddiemfics #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x y/n #eddie smut #eddie munson x you #dark!eddie munson #eddiemunson #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie stranger things #bestfriend!eddie munson #older!eddie munson #perv!eddie munson #eddie the freak munson #edward munson #dark eddie munson

[bigskyandthecoldgun]

steve immediately catching obvious signs of heartbreak from eddie because he’s experienced them so many times himself, wondering how anyone could have possibly turned the guy down or strung him along, when he himself is so smitten that he can barely keep himself from telling eddie how he feels for fear of ruining their friendship. steve assuming that some metalhead girl is the source of eddie’s heartbreak, trying to set him up with a couple of girls to try and help him get over whoever it is, having boys’ nights where he offers to listen to whatever eddie wants to say about this mystery girl that’s got his heart all in knots, even though it’s downright torturous for steve.

eddie being more confused than he’s ever been, because steve seems to have picked up on how hopelessly eddie’s been pining, but not that it’s him eddie’s been pining after. he has to keep turning down the girls steve tries to set him up with, has to keep deflecting when steve asks him about the “girl” that’s making him so sad, all the while he’s, like, pretty sure steve is flirting with him. but steve’s straight, right? right…?

#inspired partly by the song ‘she just a girl eddie’ by the darkness #also partly inspired by my love of misunderstandings #steddie #steve x eddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #writing prompt #take it and run with it if you feel so inclined #(just tag me if you do end up using it 👀)

[diaryofaprettyprincess]

pervy!carmechanic!stepdad!eddie munson x innocent!stepdaughter!reader where her daddy's been coming into her room at night n her rubbing her until she squeals with delight, coming on his fingers, her stuffies, etc.

she feels those familiar butterflies flutter in her tummy when she sits on the lawn chair, watching eddie fix her cherry red car, his tattooed knuckles slowly becoming more dirty with grease as she sucks on her watermelon lollipop, biting her lower lip as she watches her stepdaddy roll out from under the car. she pushes her heart-shaped sunglasses on the top of her head.

eddie looks at her. god, he thinks, she was so beautiful he wanted to cry.

"baby," he watches her eyes light up, "can u grab me the wrench next to u behind the bench?"

she nods, biting her lower lip as she tries to tame those naughty butterflies.

she stands up, walking to the work bench before bending over to display her pink cotton panties, eddie's mouth practically watering as he pushes down on the tent forming quickly in his pants.

"i-i don't see it, daddy.." she bends down further, and eddie watches her swollen folds press against the thin material of her underwear, biting his lower lip.

"jus-just down more, sweet girl--think it might be under the tool box.." his words are airy and soft as she bends over further, and he catches small wet patch spreading on her panties. "good girl."

suddenly, she pops up, "found it, daddy!" she skips over to where eddie is sitting on the garage floor, handing him the wrench.

"t-thank you, baby."

she beams, her cunt aching as she bites her lower lip, suppressing a whimper as she sits back down on the lawn chair, spreading her legs n not thinking much of it as eddie forces himself to get back to work, the bulge in his pants throbbing.

--

about fifteen minutes later, she decides to go inside as she was getting warm all over--yes, from the heat of summer but also from her body pricking with arousal.

inside, she tries everything to satiate the hunger that burns between her thighs, but nothing seems to work. she spends five minutes rubbing her fat button on her bear stuffie, wetness soaking the fur but alas, no help. she pulls her panties up all of the way until her swollen folds envelope the material, her hips rutting. (eddie did this to her once before as he sucks on her pebbled nipples n she came almost immediately, but it didnt work this time). her lust clouded her mind so incredibly much that she tried rutting her bare cunt against the corner of her bed, but that didnt even work!

she huffed, grabbing her emotional support teddy as she walked back outside to the garage, the butterflies practically fluttering a tornado in her belly.

eddie was busy wiping the grease off of his hands with a ratty washcloth. his messy hair tied back in a loose bun, his facial hair making her heart pound.

"daddy?" her voice came out small n squeaky, and eddie recognized this.

"princess?"

she smiled softly and timidly, twiddling with the fur on her stuffie.

"i got butterflies in my belly,"she pouted softly, tears forming in her doe eyes with frustration as she looked up at her stepfather. "hurts."

eddie's breath hitched in his throat before he cleared it multiple times, running his index finger n thumb over the hairs above his upper lip. "yeah? what kinda butterflies u got,sweet girl?"

she only bit her lower lip nervously. talking about sexual things still made her incredibly shy.

eddie continued , his tone soft and sweet. "the normal ones or the ones where u want daddy to come into ur room in the middle of the night to fix em?"

lets just say her daddy spent three hours fixing her dilemma.

FJSDKFJKFD OKAY THATS ALL I GOT hehe

#eddie munson smut #tw: dark content #eddie munson x reader smut #stepdad x reader #innocent!reader #st season 4 #eddie munson x innocent!reader #stepdad!eddie munson #stepdad!eddie munson x reader #stepdad!eddie munson x innocent!reader #perv!eddie munson #car mechanic!eddie munson #spoiled!reader #smut #tw: stepcest

[barnes-n-nobles]

Heal What Has Been Hurt (Vampire! Eddie Munson) (DARK!SMUT)

MAJOR STRANGER THINGS SEASON 4 SPOILERS

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Warnings: Noncon, noncon smut, corruption, Mentions of Blood and actions with blood, Drug Use, and usage, neck fetish, love bites, drugging, Degrating/dumbification, somnophilia, kidnapping

Pt.2 

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It had been about a 2 months since Eddie Munson had came back from the upside down. Everyone held out hope that their loved ones would come back since he and Will returned from the “dead”. After all, this was Hawkins and shit like that happened often now. Eddie looked different now, his skin was a bit lighter, he was more serious, and didn’t like being close to anyone anymore. His demeanor had completely changed and that eventually drew Dustin and his other friends away. They all still had a lot of love for Eddie but they figured that giving him some space for now would help. Eddie was terribly moody and snapped at anyone who crossed his path. He was just full of anger now.

When he finally showed up again to school, his mood would worsen. He hated being so close to everyone, he would make the students in the back of the room move from their seats so that he could be away from everyone. Most of the time he would be called a freak, looser, satanist, but people didn’t want to mess with him anymore. Eddie’s whole demeanor changed, and he was now seen as intimidating. Due to the missed classes, he had to retake a couple of them, his schedule changing constantly to make up for the lost time.

You had your fare share of exchanges with Eddie, he was always funny and you laughed at his jokes or his “class clown acts”. You and him had a couple classes together, and he made the time go by faster. You had flunked one year and when you started school, you had started it late, adding another year. You did your best in school, but you had your own set of challenges at home that prevented you from being completely present in class. Eddie would notice this sometimes and he’d try extra hard to see you smile. You had a crush on him, and the feeling was mutual, but you didn’t dare to make a move or even talk to him a little extra, you were already a loner and you didn’t want the extra target on your back for talking to Eddie. This made your heart ache, because you really did like him.

When he died, you cried for days. Regretting all those times you COULD have talked to him but you wasted the chance because of your stupid thoughts. You wished you could turn back time just to see his smile one last time, say goodbye. But you knew that that was just another stage of your grief. But the day that you heard he had returned from the dead you couldn’t believe it. This had to be some sick joke, but when you saw him again in your class, you nearly dropped to your knees. There he was, as if he had never left, sitting in the back of the class, his messy hair and his shiny rings, his slender fingers playing with his pencil. His style never failing to amaze you, what a blessing! He was here and in the flesh, a blessing like this could not be ignored. You had to talk to him, but how?

As your tried thinking about something, you walked towards your seat, which was right in front of Eddie. Wasn’t he in another English class? You thought to yourself, as you chewed the inside of your bottom lip. You met his gaze for half a second, quickly looking down and plopping yourself on the cold hard chair. He looked a bit different, but you thought it was nothing since you didn’t even look at him enough to fully analyze what you thought you saw. Through out the class, everyone occasionally looked back at you, wondering if you had anything on your face, you quickly wiped your mouth, and then you re adjusted your hair, then made sure your nose didn’t have a booger. You looked at someone who was looking and you realized that their eyes were not directly on you, they were looking behind you towards the incredibly silent Eddie. You barely heard him breathing, moving, and his presence didn’t even seem to be there at all.

For todays class, you had to pick a partner to do this English project. Ugh how you hated those, you were always the last person available or you’d get paired up with someone who didn’t do any of the work. You decided to ask Eddie if he’d be willing to be your partner, but you were too scared. He didn’t look friendly anymore and you wondered if he’d be mean to you like everyone else. You argued with yourself for a bit before impulsively turning around, facing Eddie. The fast movement caught his attention, making him snap his eyes towards you. Fuck fuck FUCK you couldn’t say anything, maybe this wasn’t a good idea, he clearly was upset. “Eddie…actually… I’m sorry…nevermind” you stammered, quickly turning around and placing your hands on your face. Why we’re you so embarrassing? You thought, running your fingers through your hair.

Eddie was in a terrible mood, but that changed when you turned to him. He just found you so cute, his lips curling up into a half smile. You were so quiet, shy, and innocent, you had a pure heart and you didn’t like attention. Thats why he liked you. He got up from his desk and grabbed his chair and moved next to you, “You’re my partner” he whispered, grabbing your paper and pencil. He wrote his name next to yours, looking at your flushed cheeks through your fingers. This made Eddie shiver, swallowing a couple times. There it is again, he thought, quickly thinking of something else.

You brought your hands down, looking at his hands and then his eyes. “I’m sorry, I have a hard time being social” you admitted, looking down again.

“You’re all good…so..what do you want to do for the project?” He asked, looking at your lips, then your neck, and down to your throat. He screwed his eyes shut, shaking his head slightly.

“Are you okay?” You asked noticing his pained expression. “Yeah I’m fine. Just the chills” he answered fast. “We’ll I can do the project, you don’t have to worry about it. Must be kind of shitty to have to do this class all over again” you chuckled, hoping he would laugh.

All he did was smile, careful not to do it too wide. “No, I wanna participate too. Being treated like everything is normal is necessary, I don’t want to be an exception”

“I see. Do you mind if I ask how you are? Im kind of..worried about you” you questioned, hoping he wouldn’t get mad.

Eddie shuffled in his seat, getting flashbacks to the upside down. His chests started to rise and fall quickly, as if he was going to have a panic attack. As you watched him you also started to panic, scared that you might have triggered him. Not knowing what to do, you just grabbed his hand, “Eddie, it’s okay. You’re safe”, your warm hand was holding his cold one, you thought that he needed a doctor. Eddie got ripped out of his almost trance, the feeling of your hand on his, made him go crazy, he wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into your throat. He let go of your hand and shook his legs, placing his hands on the back of the chair, gripping them until he felt the plastic bend. He stared at you, seeming almost apologetic, “Darling, thank you for calming me down, but never touch me again” he warned. The rest of the class time went by painfully slow, only a few awkward words were exchanged between you two.

Before you could say anything again the bell sounded, releasing the class. Eddie grabbed his bag and walked out the door. You were conflicted inside, he had just called you darling but didn’t want you to touch him. Was he being sarcastic? Was he being nice? Did he not like you? All these thoughts swarmed you, not knowing what to make out of it. Grabbing your things you got up and headed for the door, but as you passed his seat you noticed that his chair had marks on the back, like as if it was molded using a hand. You also noticed that Eddie forgot his jacket, grabbing it, you stuffed it in your backpack. This would give you an excuse to talk to find him and talk to him during lunch.

Grabbing your food from the cafeteria, you walked around the benches, looking for Eddie. You looked where he would usually sit but all his friends were there except him. You walked out and walked along the hallways but still, nothing. Giving yourself one more chance, you decided to walk outside. Scanning the field for anyone sitting alone, and he was no where to be found still. As you walked back to the cafeteria you finally saw him, he was going in between 2 buildings. As you followed him, you got this really bad feeling in your stomach, as if following him was going to be bad. Maybe it was just your nerves.

Following him, you heard coughing behind the end of the building. It started to smell a lot like weed as you got closer and closer. There he was, smoking a blunt before looking at you and blowing out the air. “Eddie, um, I just wanted to come and give you your jacket. You left it in class”. You set your food tray down and you pulled your backpack off, opening it quickly. You grabbed it and pulled it out, handing it to him. Eddie stared at you, smiling at your every move. He didn’t feel much of anything these days, but he had a soft spot for you. “Thank you for returning it to me y/n..”, he said putting out his blunt. The way your name fell from his lips, was so beautiful, you just wanted him to say it all over again. “you’re welcome” you replied, standing there awkwardly, not knowing how to start up a conversation. Yeah, maybe today just wasn’t your day to be bold, you thought, “Yes…we’ll anyways, see you around” you quickly said grabbing your tray, almost walking off but his hand grabbed your arm, making you halt. “Wait, why don’t you…eat lunch with me?” He asked looking at your eyes and then down to your lips.

Your consciousness was practically screaming at you to get out of there but you brushed it off as being nervous again. “Sure why not” you smiled taking a seat on a run down bench that was further down. Eddie sat across from you, his big deep brown eyes staring at you calculatively.

“Can I ask you something?” You blurted. He shook his head for you to go on.

“Are you okay? And I don’t mean just right now, I mean from everything that’s happened to you recently”

He sighed, trying his hardest to not think about the past too much.

“No, actually I’m not. Something happened to me in there and I’ll never be the same person again, I know that much”

“Can you tell me more?” You pried, hoping you wouldn’t overstep any boundaries.

He hesitated before continuing, “I know I’m back, but I don’t feel like myself…my old self. Ive changed but I don’t know why or how exactly”

You reached for his hand slowly, observing his movements, wondering if he would pull his hand back, but he didn’t. You proceeded to grabbing his fingers and rubbed your thumb over his knuckles. “I think youre traumatized from what happened to you. Anyone would be, I think. I just want you to know that you’re not alone and even though you’re not seeing your friends, I can tell that they miss you. You’re such a light, Eddie, and you’re loved no matter what.” You spoke truthfully. His heart fluttered with your words. He didn’t know you were that you were caring like that. He wanted to keep feeling and every time you spoke, he felt so good.

“You mean that?”

“Of course I do. I wouldn’t lie to you…ever”

Fuck…you knew exactly what to say to make him melt, he thought to himself. He always craved to have authenticity, specially in a partner, not someone who would use him for drugs or in exchange for something else.

He smiled looking down at your hands on his, “Such a sweetheart” he complimented looking up at your cheeks, waiting for them to turn a shade of pink. He could almost hear the blood rushing to your face, your heart beating a little faster, the pulse was strong through out your body, feeling the veins in your hand move slightly. He shivered, releasing your hands, quickly reaching inside his bag for his next new blunt.

Eddie lit it up, inhaling and then blowing out the smoke as if he were a dragon. “Want some?” He asked waving it. “No im good” you answered.

“Does it bother you if I smoke here?” He asked again.

“Not at all. I smoked a couple times, but I haven’t done it in a long time. I’m good without it” you confessed.

Eddie narrowed his eyes before chuckling, making you awkwardly smile as your head tilt in confusion, “what”

“I didn’t think that a little shy thing like you would do such a bad thing like smoke. You’ve always striked me as a good girl” he teased.

“ Im just that good at not getting caught” you joked, taking a bite out of your Apple.

Eddie raised an eyebrow, he really liked this secretive side of you. He wanted you to confess more.

“Is that so? What other things have you done that you haven’t gotten caught for” he smirked, taking another hit.

You hesitated, because not only were you lying about smoking, but you didn’t know what rebels like him did that got them into trouble. “Oh you know. This and that” you muttered looking away from his eyes. He laughed now, reaching for you until he had your chin in his fingers, lifting your head to meet his gaze, “What happened to never lying to me, princess. I’m disappointed” his voice low and in a mocking tone. Your heart pounded in your chest, feeling your stomach drop in excitement and embarrassment. “I’m sorry” you whined, playing with the plastic bag that held the lunch silverware. “I just wanted to act cool so that you didn’t think I was a complete looser” you admitted. Eddie got an idea, making him shift in his seat, “Well do you want to make it up to me? I’ll forgive you if you do this one thing for me” he asked, trying hard to not smile too much. “Yes Eddie! Anything” you responded eagerly.

“You have to kiss me for 5 seconds” he swallowed, his mouth watering now.

Your eyes slightly opened, shocked at what he was asking. “But I’ve never…”

“That’s okay darling. I’ll be your first, come, sit next to me” he patted the bench beside him scooting over for you.

You got up and walked over to him, taking a seat next to him. Not sure how to even start you just started to lean closer into him. Before your lips touched, you quickly jolted back, “wait! I don’t know how to kiss” you blurted, looking at Eddie lick his lips. “Just get closer..”he murmured, pulling you more into him, mere inches away from eachother, “Relax, and touch my lips with yours, and then you move them as you feel right” he whispered, his lips brushing against your own. His hands were in between you both, he could feel your legs shake anxiously. He snaked his hands on them and then he slid them up your thighs, “I’m going to put you on me if you don’t kiss me right now” he teased, his hands resting on your ass. You were so nervous, your body unable to move. Eddie quickly scooped you up and placed you on his lap, making you squeal and squirm, holding you in place.

“Come on, baby. Last chance before I never forgive you” his voice low and serious. You couldn’t handle him being mad at you, so you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips against his, pulling back and then going in again. Eddie helped you out, moving his lips against your own, your intoxicating scent making him go crazy. He kissed you with such passion, holding you closer to him. His cock hardened in his ripped jeans, bucking his hips into you, both of you moaning at the pressure. He broke the kiss to kiss down your neck, making you moan again, shivering at the strange yet exquisite sensation of his lips against your skin. Eddie’s eyes flashed red now, overpowered by his desire. He sinked his sharp teeth in, tasting your delectable warm blood, sucking hard. “Fuck, you taste delicious. You’re so delicious” he moaned before his fangs sunk in deeper, drinking from your neck not able to stop. You screamed at the sudden pain, but his hand went over your mouth, silencing you immediately. “Mm..Eddie” you struggled against his hand.

Eddie didn’t want to stop, but he promised himself some more later. If he kept going he would kill you, and that thought alone was enough for him to stop. He disconnected from you, his tongue licking over your broken skin. He kissed and licked it until you stopped bleeding, leaving you with a few red marks. He felt himself feel less irritable, like his hunger was a bit more manageable. Your moans and cries made his cock twitch in excitement, he was now experiencing another type of hunger.

As you started to go limp in his arms, your silent sniffles drowned out, your eye lids closing. Eddie felt you weaken and he shook you a bit, still holding you in his arms. “Y/n? Hey hey stay with me” he frantically called. You felt so tired and weak, how were you going to get back to class. When the bell rang, you knew that you needed to get up and go but your vision started to darken, “Eddie” you groaned, before fully passing out. He held you in place, contemplating wether to take you home or his house.

As he waited for the students to go into class, he held you close to his chest, cradling you. He thought about you and what you two would have to become. Eddie wanted you, not just in thirst and sexual attraction, he wanted your whole self. You two were meant for eachother, why else would you be so willing to stay here with him, after all he was a freak and now he had come back from the dead. Everyone was afraid of him and he got treated so differently, he didn’t want that. He wanted to be treated right, just how you were treating him. You were so willing…so submissive.

He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your lips, then on your neck where the freshly made wounds were at. “mine” he whispered before giving you another kiss, lifting you up with ease, walking you to his van.

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Eddie broke into your house before your parents got home, he laid you down in bed before starting to undress you. Your shirt had blood stains and he needed to get rid of it. As he took your clothes off, he couldn’t help but to stare at your unconscious body. You were only in your bra and underwear, a beautiful sight. He loved that he was able to see you like this, so vulnerable and unaware. He was so sick in the head but he didn’t care, I mean you didn’t so why should he. You would be okay with this, after all you two were going to be boyfriend and girlfriend tomorrow, this was what couples did. He convinced himself before undressing entirely himself. He crawled into bed with you, unclasping your bra and pulling it off you gently. He hooked his fingers on your pink panties and slid them off, tossing them near his own clothes.

Spooning you, his hard cock pressed into your ass, his lips kissing the back of your neck. He wouldn’t have sex with you today, that would be another day, he reassured himself. His hand snaked under you, grabbing your full breast, his hand kneading it gently. As your nipple hardened, you started to moan slightly, his eyes widening a bit. “babe?” He asked, his stomach full of butterflies at the new name he could call you. Silence. Not being fully awake you didn’t respond. Eddie smiled, continuing to grope you. He managed to slide his cock in between your legs, sliding it across your folds, feeling your wetness escape you. He groaned into your ear, repeating his motions.

He sped up a bit, making your bed creak, it wasn’t until then that you started to moan again, his tip rubbing against your clit, “Eddie” you moaned making him smile, “I’m here princess” he purred, feeling his cock pulsate. “Mmm..don’t..stop” you whispered, making him go faster, the bed was now shaking, he was close.

*knock knock* “y/n?” Your mom called out.

Eddie stopped, quickly moving away from you, covering you with a blanket and then grabbing his clothes and darting into the closet.

As the door opened, your mom peeked into the room, slipping inside quietly. “Y/n..what are you doing here? I thought you were in school?” she asked confused. You weren’t responding so she shook you a little harder, “y/n, wake up” she said in a loud tone. You weren’t responding, all she got out of you was a groan. That’s when she realized that something was wrong.

“Oh my god! Y/dads/name, Call 911, y/n ISNT RESPONDING” she yelled running into the living room. Eddie took that chance to grab all his belongings and he ran out through the window at the speed of light. He got into his van which was behind your house on the street and he drove off quickly.

As he was driving, he thought back on what happened. He was very fast now, but what had changed? Confused. Shocked. That was what he felt. When he got to his place, he got out and noticed that he was TRYING to walk normally, whereas in the past it would have come completely natural. He got into his room and locked the door, freaking out at what was happening to him. He had never been like this, this was new.

The entire night he couldn’t sleep, he was up the entire time thinking about you. The only thing that changed was that he had blood. Your blood. We’re you a magical being? Could it be another sign that you were meant to be his? It was the only thing that made sense. As long as he had your blood, would he be this enhanced? This theory had to be tried out but how if you were far from him now. Eddie was going crazy with out you. He needed you, your blood, and your scent to keep him stable. You felt so much better than ecstasy.

A new development had arised, his sense of smell was strong. He could smell you from all the way here. He could tell that your pulse was stronger, that you were moving and awake, but he could also smell you from his room. Eddie grabbed his jacked and he went for the pocket that smelled the most like you. He took out its contents and there it was, your pink panties. It had your sweet scent still, from how aroused you had become in school. He held it up to his face and took a huge sniff, shivering in pleasure. He grabbed it and started to lick it, his mouth watering at your taste. “So good” he moaned.

Eddie had to rub one off, so he laid back and started to pump himself as your panties laid on his face. He imagined you sitting on his face, letting all your juices flow down onto him. “God what I wouldn’t give” he said pumping faster. Eddie enjoyed himself, his lewd mind kept him busy for hours that night , his thoughts fully consumed by you. He couldn’t wait to see you back in school.

When he pulled up into the schools parking lot, he instantly started to search for you, his eyes darting from person to person. When he got out from his van, he smiled wide, inhaling your scent that he picked up. You had to have passed by there a few seconds ago maybe even a minute, he noted. Walking towards the double doors to go into the main hall, he pulled them open, continuing to scan many faces. Many people moved out of his way, and the ones that didn’t just stared down, feeling threatened by his presence. No one wanted to mess with him anymore.

When he found you, the bell rang, flinching slightly at the loud sound. As he approached you he noticed that you seemed a little on edge.

When you closed your locker Eddie scared you, “Boo!” He cried out, making you jump a little. “How’s my girl doing today? You feeling better?” He asked running his finger through your hair, slightly pushing it back. You tensed up at his touch, looking away. Eddie scrunched his eyebrows, his tone confused, “What’s wrong?”.

Sighing you pursed your lips, “What’s wrong? Don’t you remember what you did yesterday? You went all satanic on me! after I regained consciousness, I got fucking interrogated for hours about the marks on my neck. I got into big trouble with my parents because of you”.

Eddie chuckled making you even more irritated, scoffing you turned on your heels and started to walk away but his hand grabbed you, pushing you into the locker, halting you. “Where do you think you’re going? We’re not done talking” he barked squeezing your arm.

Wincing you looked around to see if anyone was around and it was just you two , “I made sure you got home safe. Did you want me to leave you all alone and passed out in the back of a building? What if someone who was bad found you? They could have kidnapped you, assaulted you in the state that you were, then they would have probably killed you. This is Hawkins y/n, it’s not safe anymore” he emphasized.

You struggled to speak, not sure if you should thank him or slap him. Before you could start again he interrupted, “I saved you, sweetheart. I would never let anything bad happened to you. You need my protection, I’m the only one who will never fail you” he purred, leaning in and placing a small kiss on your lips.

Eddie always knew exactly what to say, and in this moment, he was telling you everything you’d hope to hear from a special someone. “Eddie…thank you” you murmured, making his smile. He pressed his body onto yours, holding your face as he kissed you again, “So very welcome”.

“I still want to ask you why you did what you did yesterday. You know the whole neck biting thing” you motioned with your fingers.

“You just have a beautiful neck. I have a “thing” for yours, I want to kiss it, touch it, bite it…” he trailed his fingers down to the nape of your neck then behind it, holding you in place. Lowering his nose to it, he took a deep breath, before placing a slow and soft kiss, making you bite your lips as a shiver ran through your spine.

He eyes flashed red again, but he controlled himself, making the red fade away quickly. He straightened up, looking down at your eyes, “Would you believe me if I told you that I feel like a vampire” he said, his face dead serious now. This made you smile, slightly giggling, “God you’re really nuts, Eddie Munson” slightly knocking on his head, “Look, I know people have their own fantasi-”

“We’ll then explore this one with me. You’re my girl remember? I can tell you like it y/n, I can practically feel you getting horny when I get close to you” he teased. You shushed him, placing your hand over his mouth, feeling flustered and looking around once again, “Dont say that!..Let’s just get to know eachother more, okay? We can pretend yesterday didn’t happen and we will start over. I got caught up in the heat of the moment so I wasn’t thinking straight but I know we can be great friend right now, and eventually we can become something mor, if we both think we’re ready. We can have fun together but…no more biting.” You warned slipping away from him, “I’ll see you later in class” you trailed, feeling his eyes on your back.

Out of everything you just said, he only heard, “like yesterday didn’t happen” and stopped listening from there. Eddie was furious, how dare you say that to him. “Ballsy today” he whispered as he stared at you disappear into the hallway. You were acting like a brat and that irritated him. Where was his submissive y/n? The one that would go along with everything that he said. This was the first strike, there better not be another or else he would have to resort to something more effective. More aggressive.

Eddie wasnt paying any attention today, his mind was busy thinking about you. He felt unsatisfied with the fact that you hadn’t agreed to be with him how he wanted. It just didn’t make any sense, there was a strong connection, why would you want to forget that? His anger just grew, his mind traveling to dark places as his mood got mixed with hunger. He wasn’t craving food, he was craving you. Your blood.

English class came along and your feet walked a little faster to get to class. Eddie had freaked you out yes, but you still wanted to see him, be around him, it was exciting. When you entered the room, his seat was empty, scrunching your eyebrow slightly. When you sat down, your eyes stayed glued to the doorway, darting your eyes elsewhere when another person that wasn’t him came in.

“Alright class, let’s settle down” your teacher spoke, on her way to close the door. Saddened, you shook your head slightly taking your materials out from your bag. As the door was about to close, it suddenly swung open, revealing the source of your excitement. “Sorry about that miss” he smiled as he passed her desk, “You’re late, Mr.Munson, this is your last warning” she informed him.

As Eddie passed you, he stared right Into your eyes, “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again” he said coldly, not smiling anymore. Your eyes just followed him until he was out of sight, puzzled by his unfriendliness. It was out of character for him, to be so cold, specially to you.

“We’re going to be working on our projects all day today and tomorrow and it’ll be due on Monday. I have lots to grade so please keep it down” she said indifferently.

Everyone moved, joining their friends/partners. Not knowing what the right move was, you just sat in your seat, making no effort to move. Eddie rolled his eyes and quickly stood up, the sound of his chair scooting back quickly made you jump, he was definitely upset. He dragged the chair next to you, the back of it touching the desk, his legs went to either side of it, your heart raced at the proximity.

“So… you’re not going to greet me anymore? Do you hate me THAT much” he spoke with an irritated tone.

“I don’t hate you. Don’t say that” you replied, swirling your pencil in your hand, trying to avoid his gaze.

He chuckled softly, “Telling me to forget such a great moment like yesterday? Why would you want me to do that? Only someone that hated me would ask me to do such a thing” he quickly spat, angry that he had to repeat it.

Rolling your eyes, you opened your mouth to speak, but his hand grabbed your cheeks hard, making you turn your head towards him, “Drop your little attitude or I’ll fuck it out of you” he muttered between his teeth quietly before letting you go.

Your eyes went wide in shock. No one had ever talked to you like that, but you weren’t entirely sure if you disliked it. It was degrading, yet you rubbed your thighs together, making Eddie smirk.

“L-let’s just focus on this project” you stammered, turning away from him not wanting to show your flushed cheeks.

“Look at me” he ordered, making you turn and locking eyes with him. “What an obedient baby,” he cooed swiping the hair off your shoulder, exposing your neck, “see, I don’t think you want us to be friends, I know you want something more, just as I do. You don’t have to be afraid of me y/n, I won’t ever hurt you…that much” he smiled making a chill run down your spine. As much as you tried to convince yourself that this wasn’t right, you couldn’t deny the fact that he was right. Eddie was your soft spot, he consumed your thoughts, it’s felt like you were obsessed with him now.

“I’m not, Eddie. I don’t hate you either, I just can’t think straight on what I want. I’m conflicted” you confessed.

“Just trust that I know what’s best for you. The day we were physically intimate, that bonded us. You belong to me and I refuse to let you make a mistake. Just trust me princess” his hand went to your cheek and rubbed it slightly before the teacher cleared her throat, starring at you two, “not in my class, please” she warned making everyone turn around. He smiled as he let you go, “ofcourse, sorry” winking at you as he opened his notebook to write something on it.

He then ripped it and passed it to you, “let’s ditch after class, meet me in my van” smiling you nodded your head and shoved the note in your pocket, “What if we get in trouble” you whispered, being extra careful to not let the teacher hear, “It’ll be fine. It’s just going to be one time….for you” he smirked, nudging your shoulder. This was so exciting, to do something bad with Eddie Munson, the ultimate rebel.

“When the bell rings, let me go ahead of you that way I’ll have the van running before you get inside. It’ll be less attention” he explained looking at the clock and starting to pack his stuff up. Nodding you just stared at your paper, thinking about what you were going to tell you parents in the case that you got caught.

When the bell rang you grabbed your things and you headed out the door, heading towards the cafeteria and then over to the parking lot. “Y/n?” a male voice called out. FUCK! You mentally cursed, turning to see who had caught you, “Steve? What are you doing here? I thought you graduated already” you smiled feeling relieved that it was just him. “Yeah but I brought something over to Dustin. Something about D&D, I don’t know” he confessed catching up with you. “Oh that’s nice” you answered stopping, looking at Eddie in the van as Steve was in front of you. “I heard that you and Eddie are a thing, is that true?” He asked curiously. “What do you mean?” you questioned playing dumb.

“We’ll Robin said she saw you following Eddie one time and that you two were hiding behind a building. Then Dustin saw him talking to you in the hallway. It seems to me that you two are pretty close” he suggested, smiling slightly. You contemplated on your answer, not sure of what you should say. The truth or a lie, but it was way more complicated than that. “I’m confused, you only talked to me during class when you needed the answer to something, why are you making conversation now?” You diverted, moving your eyes over to the van, and then back to Steve. “I was just curious…But also Dustin kept begging me to come and ask you. I don’t know why he just doesn’t come and do it himself but as the full time babysitter, I have to do everything for them” he said, making you giggle, “Okay well you can tell Dustin that I won’t bite, so he can come to me anytime” you replied, a slight wind hitting your face, “But I will” Eddie’s voice boomed next to you, making you jump, his hands snaked around your waist pulling you into him. Eddie eyed Steve in a serious cold manner, “Why are you taking so long, babe” he asked turning to you and then to him.

“Steve just wanted to catch up, but he’s going now. He just wanted to ask a few questions on behalf of Dustin” you answered, feeling your heart race and his proximity. “Eddie, it’s so good to see you again” Steve smiled patting his shoulder. “Why are you talking to her, Harrington? Don’t you have plenty of other bitches to go screw up” His anger increasing.

Steve just looked at you, feeling as if he had missed anything. “Wait what? Calm down dude, it’s not like that” he explained, “We were just catching up, Dustin asked me to come talk to her, you know since I actually know her. I didn’t think I would run into her today so I took the opportunity” he explained, annoyed at Eddie’s reaction. Eddie took a step closer to him, but you tried to hold him back, pulling him towards you, “What are you doing! Stop it” you spoke, failing at keeping him away from Steve, “Dont ever let me catch you talking to her again, you’re a pretty easy boy to fuck up. Don’t try me unless you want your fucking face rearranged” he threatened, his face too close for comfort.

“I’m so sorry Steve” you apologized on Eddie’s behalf. Steve just stepped back and started to walk away, “Definitely together” he said under his breath rolling his eyes.

Eddie’s attention switched from Steve to you, “shall we?” He commanded more so than asked. “I can’t believe you just did that, Eddie. He was just asking me a question. You know, Dustin is wanting to get close to you again, I think, I DONT know now since you got all in Steve’s face” you barked, annoyed at his previous actions.

“DONT bullshit me y/n, I know how Steve’s mind works, it doesn’t take a psychic to know that he’s just trying to get in your pants” he spat. Scoffing, you turned to walk away from him, “I can’t do this Eddie, I’m going back to school. You’re way too much” you sighed and walked off. Eddie got in front of you, blocking your way, “Get in the van”

“No”

“If you’re not inside in the next 10 seconds, I’m going to carry you in there myself. Get.In.the van.” He warned, staring straight into your soul making you look away.

“Sorry Eddie, I dont think we should hang out anymore” you muttered stepping beside him.

“I’m sorry too” he smirked before he took out a rag out drenching it in chloroform, then, using his speed, he snatched you up and dragged you into the back of the van. Before your mind could register where you were, you gasped due to the whiplash, grunting and squirming against the rag that was being pressed firmly over your nose and mouth. When you tried to scream, your voice was barely above a whisper, so muffled and weak. Your eyes closed slowly, relaxing into his arms, “I’m sorry sweetheart, you left me no choice” was the last thing you heard before you passed out.

Eddie placed you down gently, grabbing some ropes to tie up your hands and feet. He grabbed a blanket and bunched it up to place under your head while he drove. He smiled running his fingers over your lips, “Dont worry darling, It’ll all be okay” he assured, before hopping out from the back and slamming the back doors shut.

Eddie drove about an hour and a half away from school, to an abandoned house. Well, abandoned now since he had killed the couple that lived there. This location was perfect, it was a nice big house surrounded by trees and bushes, it was also off the road which was a huge plus. No one would ever come looking for you two here. He pulled into the garage, closing it before stepping out. He opened the doors and found your sleeping frame resting on the cold metal floor of the van.

He grabbed your legs and dragged you to him, scooping you up over his shoulder. Be entered the house, placing you on the couch before he went around locking each door. The doors in this house were able to be locked from the inside and out, but the best part was that all the windows were barred. It was just perfect.

Eddie grabbed you once again and took you up to your shared master bedroom, placing you gently on the bed, then proceeded to rip the ropes off you. He smiled at your beautiful resting face. How could you look so angelic just by sleeping. Eddie knew that you were afraid of him, afraid of committing, but soon you would learn how to get over that fear.

When you finally regained consciousness, you already knew something bad had happed. Rubbing your eyes, then looking around, you noticed that this was not familiar. Your hands and feet were sore, red marks were plastered over your skin. Going onto your feet you reached for the door, but alas it was locked. Freaking out you tried to open it more aggressively, shaking the door knob. “Give it up honey, it won’t open” Eddie’s voice called out to you from bed. You didn’t even notice that he was in here, and in bed!

“What did you do…why am I here!” You yelled, tears filling up in your eyes.

“Oh please, cut the shit, theres no need to cry. I haven’t done anything….yet” he smirked, “come back to bed and I’ll explain everything” he added gesturing for you to come next to him. “You’re fucking Sick Eddie, YOU KIDNAPPED ME” you yelled even louder, going to the window and ripping away the curtains only to see endless trees and a barbed window. “Where are we” you asked looking at him with fear, “Somewhere safe. For you and me” he added nonchalantly.

“Just come to bed” he instructed once again.

“No” you snapped, backing away from him.

“Must I remind you what happened the last time you told me “no”…” he warned.

“I don’t care. I DONT want to be near you” you muttered, crossing your arms.

Eddie raced in front of you, grabbing you and throwing you onto bed, quickly going on top of you. His speed was incredible, but you didn’t actually see it to this magnitude. He grabbed your hands and held them on each side of your head, “I’m so sick of your fucking games. Your disobedience. You push and pull me whenever you see fit and frankly, I’ve run out of patience. One day you’re all over me and the other you wanna act like you never wanted me” he growled, holding your body in place despite all your attempts to break free.

“You’re acting like such a freak Eddie! Look at what you’re doing. Be honest with yourself and really understand what you’re doing…what you HAVE done” you yelled, moving your hips against his.

“That’s where you’re wrong princess, I’m not acting like a freak…I fucking am one” he growled flashing his eyes red and smiling all the way so that you could see his fangs.

Petrified you stopped moving, your mind remembering when he told you that he felt like a vampire. “You’re a…a..”choking on your own words.

“Vampire” he grinned making a chill go down your spine.

Eddie could practically see you piecing everything together, your eyes moving all over his face in fear, “I don’t understand” you managed to speak.

“You don’t have to. All you need to understand is that you made me like this, your blood fully transitioned me and when I had it….” he shuddered closing his eyes then opening them again, revealing his blood red iris’. “It was like I was born again. I had speed and strength before I had your blood but after…it made me a million times better. I was no longer hungry, I felt strong and healthy again. You’re the key to that my y/n….and I’ll never let you go” he whispered lowering his head to kiss your lips.

He let go of you, his right hand cupping your cheek as the left one roamed your side, dipping into your ass then your leg, bringing you closer to him. You turned your face to the side, breathing heavily, “Eddie you’re sick, you’ve been hurt, this isn’t normal” you spoke in hopes to get him to come back to reality.

Eddie grabbed your face and turned you back to him, taking your lips into his once again, “you’re going to heal me. Make me good again….wether you like it or not” he growled biting down on your lip, making you squeal. You could tell you were bleeding due to the metallic taste but also because Eddie was sucking on your lip, his eyes red again.

He pulled away from you briefly to rip your clothes off, leaving you naked in seconds, he quickly undressed himself too, throwing the clothes across the room. He flipped you over to make you sit on top of him, his arms keeping you in place. Eddie kissed your breasts, then sucked on your nipple, making you moan immediately. “Just let yourself enjoy it, love. I promise to make you feel so good” he whispered taking the other nipple in his mouth. You tried holding back your moan, bitting down on your tongue to forget about the pleasure and focus on the pain. Eddie couldn’t hear you no more, so he grabbed your hair and pulled your head back, exposing your entire neck to him, “I wanna hear you y/n, don’t hold anything back” he muttered, smiling as you winced at the pain, “Fuck you” you replied making his smile fade away.

“Alright, if that’s how you want to play then I’ll entertain it but…” he stopped smiling cynically at his thoughts. He ran his tongue from your collarbone up to your neck then to your ear, making you shiver, “if I hear you moan, whine, or cry, I get to bite” he whispered, dipping his head down to the base of your neck, opening his mouth and placing his fangs right on your skin. “Eddie don’t” you cried, feeling terrified at his words. Then you realized what you done, “Wait, STOP NO” you whimpered, feeling his teeth sink into you. Your mouth was shaped like an O, your eyes wide at the pressure. You thought it was going to be super painful like last time but as soon as you heard him grunt in pleasure, it felt different. A good different.

Eddie moaned as your blood entered him, your sweet taste felt like heaven on earth, the way it lathered his burning throat was like no other feeling. It was so much more than pleasure. The way your blood coated it, was so much better this time, completely soothing his pain, healing what hurt. As he drank, his hunger subsided, immediately stopping. He couldn’t have you passing out again, you needed to be awake on the night that he intended to fully claim you.

When he was finished, your will to fight was gone. You were a little light headed, feeling like the fight had ended before it even started. Eddie loosed his grip on you and placed you on the mattress, laying you on your back, feeling too tired to oppose him. “That’s it baby, relax. Just enjoy…but remember what I said” he smirked, spreading your legs open. His body went right to the end of the bed, his hair tickling your thighs, “Eddie…please don’t” you whispered careful to not whine. He ignored you, kissing your inner thigh, then inching closer and closer to your folds. You screwed your eyes shut, pressing your lips into a straight line, not wanting to make a sound, “I’m sorry darling; what’d you say?” He smirked, running his tongue right over your clit, giving you one small lick. “Stop” you said coldly, careful as to show emotion”. Eddie could feel your heart beat start to race, the heat radiating from your pussy. “DONT tell me what to do” he warned, shoving his tongue past your fold, hitting your clit. He wasted to time in flicking his tongue over it, moving it from side to side then up and down, moaning at your delicious taste. How was it possible that you were delicious everywhere, he wanted to eat you all up.

You grasped the sheets, a lewd moan ripped through your throat, gasping at the pleasure. Eddie smiled, moving his head to your thigh, bitting down on your soft skin, his teeth sinking right into your femoral artery, the blood flow redirecting into his mouth. Your hands went to his head, your fingers intertwining with his brown locks, “Eddie” you moaned, feeling his other hand rub your pussy while he drank from you. He unlatched himself, cleaning up the wounds with his tongue, moaning in the process.

“You haven’t learned your lesson babygirl, must I make it harder for you?” He cooed, eating you out before you could speak. You tugged at his hair, your back arching in pleasure, “feels…so good” you choked out, making him stop. His cock leaked precum, twitching in excitement. It was time.

“I know baby, I know and I’ll always make you feel that way,” he murmured his voice dropping an octave, “I’ll ruin you for others. You won’t want anyone else but me. I promise you” he spoke, rubbing his tip at your entrance, “Say that you’re mine” he ordered, running it further up to your clit. You arched your back again, shivering, “Tell me y/n” he barked, his hand on your throat, “Eddie, I’m..I’m yours” you submitted, feeling his tip slide inside of you, both of you moaning due to the much needed friction. He then snapped his hips into you, not allowing you to adjust. It was quite painful taking him all the way in, so you moved your hips back a bit, trying to lessen the pressure but he inched forward, holding your hips down with both of his hands, “Bad girl” he smiled, taking his cock almost all the way out, before pounding into you even harder this time.

The sound of skin slapping filled the room, your hands flew to your mouth, stopping yourself from screaming. Eddie got even more turned on at your pathetic attempts, you were whining, crying, moaning, grunting, but because you held your mouth it was all just muffled. Eddie looked down, loving the way your belly bulged which each time his cock disappeared into you. The glistening skin showing him how wet you were for him. Sex with you was like an out of body experience. He felt pure erotic pleasure, something he never expected to experience. His eyes raked over your body, your breast bouncing rapidly with each thrust, you looked so fucking sexy. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, his cock reaching all of your good spots.

You were going absolutely crazy under him. He wanted to hear you now, so he grabbed your hands and pinned them to the sides of your head, “Let me hear you darling, let your master know how good it feels” he ordered, snapping into you deeper. You heard him but you couldn’t really comply, being too far into your own world of pleasure to even try to form a sentence, “Mmm.mas-ster” you groaned, unable to fully open your eyes. Eddie loved the way you were going absolutely stupid on his cock, but it also made him slightly angry because you weren’t listening.

“My poor little dumb whore can’t speak, huh? Does master have to help you become a functioning human being again? My little dumb slut” he mocked, slapping your face lightly so that you could focus in. “Hey! Dummy, tell me who your master is” he said slowing his pace, “Master…master! You’re my master” you cooperated, wrapping your legs around him, trying to push him in deeper. Eddie chuckled darkly, grabbing your face with his hand, squishing it, “That’s right princess, I’m your master. Whos cock do you need” he teased moving your face from side to side, “masters…Yours, master” you replied, before gasping and digging your nails into his back. He had pushed himself all the way in again, snapping his hips feverishly. “Mmm, yes” he moaned, satisfied. “Fuck, I can tell that you’re close, doesn’t it feel sssooo good to finally be fucked like the little sex doll you are? Hm? You don’t even have to answer me baby, I know that your little brain isn’t functioning because I have you stuffed to the brim with my cock. You’re practically brainless!” He spat grabbing your head and turning it to the side so that he could sink his teeth in again.

The feeling of his teeth piercing your skin, made your toes curl, moaning out his name in pleasure. Eddie couldn’t contain his pleasure as well, moaning a long “mmm” sound as he drank you. Eddie was to the point where he couldn’t contain himself, he came hard inside of you, still not detaching himself from you, ingesting a big gulp of blood. He moaned through his lips, his cock twitching inside of you. Without detaching himself, he started to rub your pussy ferociously, making you scream at the velocity, each stroke making your heart race faster. The pressure in your stomach was way too much, “Eddie” you finally a screeched, squirting all over his bottom half, your body shaking as your orgasm spread through you.

Eddie felt the way your blood raced, making it flow faster into him, swallowing it all. After that final gulp he felt your heart beat drop dramatically. He was on his way to killing you if he didn’t stop now, so he detached himself, trying to calm himself down before anything else. At this point you started to go unconscious, and you still had a pulse, but it was weak, like last time.

“Y/n, baby, can you hear me?” You heard him calling, your vision blurred and his voice started to distort.

“Eddie” you sighed, your voice too weak to be audible in a normal setting.

“Focus on my voice sweetheart, don’t fall asleep” he frantically spoke as he lightly tapped your face.

Your eyes weren’t able to stay open, finally closing them and slipping into darkness.

“Y/n! Y/n!” He called, and that was the last thing you heard before everything went dark red.

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Pt.2….Maybe?? Idk let me know :-)

#dark!eddie munson #dark! eddie munson x reader #dark! eddie #dark! eddie munson smut #vampire!eddie #vampire!eddie munson #vampire eddie smut #vampire eddie x reader #vampire! eddie munson smut #dark! stranger things #vampire #eddie x reader #dark!eddie x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson x reader #dark! smut

[2jihiir0]

“You sure your daddy allowed you to get this?”

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Let’s just say Steve goes to the local sleazy drug dealer because he’s also the only “piercer” in town. (Not really licensed but you know) Steve really wants to get a nipple piercing because he heard from his friends that girls dig it and it looks sexy. He’s nervous but something about Eddie lures him in.

#Be a good boy and stay still for me #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #dark eddie munson #older eddie munson #the age gap is dubious at best Ahahah #steddie smut #body piercing #piercing kink #myart #steddie fanart

[morganbritton132]

Eddie, posting to TikTok: I know it’s a little faux pas to post shit from celebrity parties like this but…

Eddie: How long do you think it’s going to take for him to notice that that’s not me

Eddie: *flips camera around to show Steve on the other side of the room*

Steve: *pulling a man along behind him because he wants to be introduced to Cher*

The man: *Weird Al Yankovic*

#Steve was distracted by Cher being in his general vicinity and grabbed the hand of the first guy with long dark curly hair and pale skin #Weird Al just went with it #Eddie knows when Steve figures it out because he hears a loud ‘OH MY GOD’ #This week is taken a bite out of me so this is all I got in me for today #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson

[ahhrenata]

I’m having an ‘oh’ moment while you bandage my hand, man

MY THOUGHTS FOR THIS ONE ARE IN THE TAGS :)

#steddie #steddie fanart #eddie munson #steve harrington #its late.. or early depending how you look at it #neither of them have been sleeping much or spending time on their own #the nightmares you know #an especially brutal one has eddie a little out of it #his bandages (from injuries that could have been worse) have become loose or soiled from his restless night #so steve sits him down and helps fix them up #he can see eddies still shaken so he just.. talks #about anything really #and eddie slowly comes back to himself #and now he’s just looking at steve.. who’s huffing out a laugh at whatever he’s said.. smiling at the memory of it #eyes crinkling at the corners and thats when it kind of hits #the ‘oh’ #not an ‘oh shit’ this time but a simple ‘oh’ #a happy one for now too #because he is.. happy. he’s not alone.. he doesn’t have to be.. and Steve’s showing him that #through late night talks.. matching dark circles and grounding touches #with stories and music and late night drives #and thats enough.. more than really #he’s at the tipping point.. knows the fall will be coming in the next few weeks- maybe months #but he doesn’t care #not when steve finally looks up at him… wide eyed and cradling eddies hand between two of his.. soft smile on his face and asks ‘you ok?’ #and when eddie (who’s a little misty eyed) smiles back and replies ‘all good’ #right here.. in this moment- he really is #:) #THANKS FOR VOTING FOR IT