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munson-blurbs · 10 months

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Oneforthemunny's Summertime Writing Game

Thank you @oneforthemunny for organizing such a fun writing game! This is one of two collabs with @corroded-hellfire; the other will be posted on her blog soon!

Eddie comes home to see you sunbathing…topless ;) Janitor!Eddie x Fem!Teacher!Reader

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), oral (m! and f! receiving), cum eating, semi-public acts, kinda subby Eddie (more simp than sub tbh), reader wears a bikini (all bodies are bikini bodies and I will run up die on that hill)

WC: 1.7k

Summertime as a kid is great. Summertime as a teacher is complete, utter bliss.

You’re laying stomach-down on a beach chair in your backyard. There’s a glass of lemonade, ice melted from the sun, on the snack table beside you. The yard is slightly shaded by the overgrown oaks, but with your level of relaxation, you might as well be on a tropical island surrounded by palm trees with a frozen strawberry margarita in your hand.

While you’re off until early September, your sweet husband isn’t so lucky. Custodial staff still has to report to work, albeit only for half a day, because of summer sports practices. Eddie had been grumbling something about setting up the goalposts for the boys’ soccer team, though you hadn’t heard his full complaint since you’d been half-asleep this morning.

It’s just past noon now, which means he’ll be home within the next ten minutes. You grasp at the swimsuit ties at the nape of your neck and around your upper back, loosening them and tossing your bikini top into the grass below.

Eddie’s van rumbles into the driveway shortly after that, tires crunching over gravel. You shift your weight slightly so that your chest is pressed into the rubber straps of the chair, shielding your exposed nipples.

“Baby?” you call out once you hear his door slam shut. He walks over to the gate separating the front yard from the back and unlatches the hinge, closing it gently. He stops dead in his tracks when he sees you, sans top, splayed out before him.

You turn your head to face him, smiling as his eyes widen in surprise. “Can you put more sunscreen on my back?” you ask, voice sugary sweet. “I don’t wanna burn.”

“Um, yeah, sure.” He takes the bottle next to you–just the drugstore brand, but it gets the job done–and squeezes a dollop of lotion into his calloused palm. You press your legs together, making room for him to straddle your body with one thigh on either side of yours, groin nudged close against the curve of your ass.

You can feel him getting hard through his coveralls, and he shifts slightly to try and adjust himself without smearing lotion on his work clothes. He grumbles a muted “fuck,” under his breath, assuming you can’t hear him.

“Eds? You okay?”

He clears his throat, embarrassment creeping into his voice at being caught. It seems absurd that he’s still so modest about getting turned on when he thinks he’s not supposed to, and you have to bite back a giggle.

“Mhm. Just makin’ sure it’s even and…stuff.”

Once you hear him close the cap on the lotion bottle, filled with chagrin as his hands leave the canvas of your skin, you flip onto your back and give him the perfect view of your bare breasts.

Eddie’s Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows thickly. “You want me to p-put some there, too?” he stammers, starting to reach for the sun lotion again.

“Mmmm, no.” You grab him by the collar of his coveralls and pull him in for a kiss, parting his lips with your tongue as his body practically collapses on top of yours.

He braces his palms on the edge of the chair. “Baby, baby, baby, what’re you doing?” He’s breathless as you roll your hips up towards him, creating the delicious friction that you both crave.

You give him a playful pout, jutting out your lower lip. “Am I being too subtle?” Eddie’s eyes follow your hands as they make their way down to your swimsuit bottoms and his jaw goes slack as you shimmy out of them. “Are my intentions clearer now?”

A sound resembling a growl sounds from deep in his chest as he practically tears the zipper off of his coveralls as he struggles to get them off. Giggles spill out of your lips as you watch him finally toss the offending material in the same general direction as your swim top. He’s left above you in only his undershirt and boxers.

“Be a good boy and take that off for me, hm?” you purr. Eddie feels a shiver go down his spine at your words and he quickly nods his head.

“Yes, ma’am.”

The white t-shirt and blue boxers soon go the same way as the coveralls and your husband’s body is hovering over yours.

“That’s my good boy,” you praise him.

Eddie scoots down a bit, lips pressing against the skin of your neck, then your chest and stomach.

“Can I taste you? Please?” he mumbles into the skin just above your belly button.

“Of course.”

There’s no hesitation between your response and Eddie lifting your legs over his shoulders and licking a stripe up your heat. Your hands grip the sides of the lounge chair as your back arches. Eddie knows your body like the back of his hand and how to make you squirm right away.

You’re pretty sure your lip is going to bleed from how hard you’re biting down on it as Eddie sucks your clit into his mouth. Large, calloused hands run up the outside of your thighs and rest on your lower stomach. You can feel more than hear the soft moans coming from your husband as his tongue moves down to prod at your hole.

“Shit,” you murmur under your breath. The sounds coming from between your legs are obscene but only make it even hotter.

Eddie lets one of his hands come back down your body and he slips two of his fingers inside of you. The movement of his digits pumping in and out of you starts off slow at first, then picks up speed. It’s impossible to keep your moans to yourself at this point, just trying to keep quiet enough that any neighbors that are potentially outside won’t hear.

“Close. Fuck, I’m close.”

The feeling of his tongue flicking over your clit joining the motion of his fingers has your muscles tensing, your legs tightening around his head as you feel your pleasure hitting its peak. One hand reaches down and tangles in Eddie’s curls, fist tightening and giving a small tug on the roots.

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie,” tumbles out of your mouth as the wave crashes over you, causing you to clench around Eddie’s fingers. He doesn’t slow down, just keeps working you through it with both his hand and mouth.

Once your body relaxes back against the chair, Eddie pulls his fingers out and pops them into his mouth. His eyes close as he savors the taste of you on them. When his eyes open, it’s just in time for you to pounce on him.

“You’ve had a hard day, baby,” you coo, wrapping your hand around his hardened length. Pre-cum pearls at the tip, dripping onto the flesh between your thumb and forefinger. “Let me take care of you, hm?”

Eddie just nods and whimpers, throwing his head back as you sink onto your knees in the freshly-cut grass and give him teasing kitten licks.

“‘S that enough?” Of course it’s not; you know it’s not, but you love keeping him on edge.

“M-More. Please, need more,” he stammers out, legs quivering slightly. His quads flex as he tries to steady himself.

You indulge him, taking him fully between your lips. You swirl your tongue around his achingly sensitive tip, sucking sloppily. Drool runs down your chin but you make no attempt to wipe it away. He loves the way you so easily wreck yourself on his cock.

“Feels s’good,” he groans, going weak in the knees when your hand attends to the part of his shaft not in your mouth. “Oh, fuck, that’s it. My beautiful girl.” His whines are loud, too loud considering the proximity to the nosy couple next door. They’re supposed to be at work now, but you never know who could be listening.

“Shh, gotta keep it down,” you remind him, and he lets out another strangled whimper at the loss of your warm mouth. Pinching his inner thigh in retaliation, you say, “you want our neighbors to know that I’m sucking you off?”

Eddie shakes his head, curls rapidly brushing against his shoulders. “N-No.” Well, yes, he thinks, but he doesn’t dare admit it.

You cup his balls, rolling them in your open palm while continuing to blow him, all too aware that you’re pulling the trigger.

Sure enough, his throaty grunts punctuate the still summer afternoon. “Baby, mmm, fuck!” he manages through gritted teeth. You take him deeper, nose nestled in the unruly thatch of pubic hair adorning the base of his cock, doing everything you can to ward off your gag reflex.

“M s’close, shit, please let me cum on your tits,” he pleads, sounding as though he’s on the verge of tears. “Please, baby, I’ll do anything to cum on those perfect tits.”

You unceremoniously release him from your warm, wet mouth and jerk him a few times until he spills onto your chest. Thick white ropes of his spend now adorn your breasts as he stands there, breathless, his softening cock still in your hand. You take your pointer and middle fingers from your free hand and swipe at the cum, bringing them into your mouth and swallowing with a triumphant grin.

You reach for your discarded swimsuit top, wincing when you try to fasten the ties. “Ouch,” you mutter, “feels like I did get a little burned on my back.”

Eddie’s eyes remain trained on your chest; specifically, the spot where you’d missed a bit of his cum just below your left nipple. He feels his cock start to twitch with the beginnings of another erection. “We have after-sun lotion in the house,” he finally says. “Get on the bed and I’ll give it to you.”

You throw him a wink, following his gaze to wipe off the cum before cheekily licking it from your finger.

“Oh, I bet you will, big boy.”

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marvel-ous-m · 11 months

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Eddie Munson’s Guide for How to Adopt a Jock in Four Easy Steps (5/5)

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four

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A.N.: I’m actually kind of emotional posting this! It’s the first multi-chapter fic I’ve uploaded for ST and y’all have been so lovely this week. I hope you enjoy this 2,776 word ending (damn) to this fic that I’ve SO enjoyed writing and sharing.

I want to give a very special shoutout to my best friend @lamoabss for being my beta for this chapter and also just being an all-around wonderful person. Please give them a follow, they’re so insanely talented and we’re planning to do some collabs over the summer!

Okay, onto the last chapter!

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The first part of Step Three is easy enough- with all of Hellfire onboard, Eddie just needs to figure out the basics of Steve Harrington: likes, dislikes, allergies, school schedule, etc. All the things that high school students share with each other in the cafeteria over lunch or between class periods. So, Eddie makes like glue and sticks to Steve’s side. For the classes they share, Eddie moves to sit in the desk next to Steve- which is, sadly, pretty easy- no one is keen to sit next to the fallen king, probably out of some dumbass fear that they would catch whatever social pariah-ness that Steve had suddenly taken on. They trade notes during the classes that Steve zones out during- which, Eddie makes a mental note, are English and Math. (The other class they share together is Chemistry, and Steve can barely take his focus from whatever their science teacher is talking about to say ‘hi’ to Eddie when he comes into class five minutes late, which he does on a fairly regular basis. Eddie also files that information away for later).

By some unexplainable miracle, for the classes that Eddie doesn’t share with Steve, some member of Hellfire can fill in that space. Jeff takes Spanish 2 with Steve, Gareth has woodshop, and Grant has art and P.E.. Eddie employs them to run reconnaissance as they work together to make sure that Steve never has to sit alone in a class, and they begin to compile information through their various efforts.

Steve can draw pretty well, but he only uses pens to sketch. He loves art class and sits at the front to see the board better, so he probably needs glasses. He talked to the P.E. teacher last week and now all he does during class is sit in her office and file papers, I think she’s making him sit out for a few weeks because she thinks he has a concussion. Based on his behavior, he probably does. -Grant.

Steve hates woodshop. He sits in the back of the class and doesn’t pay attention, and if the professor catches him and makes him actually do work, he gets this look in his eye and panics a little. He does this thing with his right hand where he clenches it a couple times until he can breathe better. He won’t go near a hammer. I don’t really understand it. -Gareth.

Steve sucks at Spanish. He said something to me the other day about the letters not making sense. With the way he squints at his paper and the way he writes… I’m going out on a limb here, but he might be dyslexic? -Jeff.

Steve doesn’t pay attention in Math but he has an A, so he’s actually freakishly good with numbers. He doesn’t pay attention in English for the opposite reason, I think Jeff’s onto something. He loves Chemistry but he doesn’t have the best grade in that class. I think he pays attention because he wants to do a better job. He’s well rested on Monday and Friday morning, but Tuesday, Wednesday, and especially Thursday he looks like he’s about to fall over all day. I catch him nodding off in Math those days, and, maybe coincidentally, his shoes are really muddy on the mornings when he comes in tired. -Eddie.

With the new information, the boys get to work. Gareth makes himself Steve’s woodshop partner, doing the majority of the building and letting Steve relax for the most part, having him only do whatever wood staining that needs to be done. Grant shares some of his sketches with Steve in class to try and make him more confident about his art skills, which works surprisingly well. Grant also brings up his dyscalculia seamlessly over lunch one day and answers whatever questions Steve has. Jeff gives Steve his Spanish notes and asks to study together on Thursday nights. Steve turns him down- apparently Thursday nights he actually babysits Dustin so that Dustin’s mom, Claudia, can go to a Bingo thing with her friends, but Steve offers up Fridays after class in the library, which becomes a new tradition for them.

Eddie can’t offer much in the way of English notes (why read Shakespeare when there are hundreds of Sci-Fi and Fantasy books out in the world?) but he does make time to talk with Steve about English during lunch on Tuesdays. They go to the library instead of sitting in the cafeteria with the rest of Hellfire, and they work their way through whatever assigned reading their teacher gives them. Steve’s pretty tired, but not as tired as he is on Wednesdays or Thursdays, so it works, and they both find themselves actually understanding the subject matter for once. As for math- well, Eddie has Steve answer whatever questions he has rather than the other way around, but that seems to help Steve’s confidence about his math skills- which really are quite impressive. Eddie also finds himself as Steve’s lab partner for every Chem project. It’s a little bit chaotic- turns out that Steve understands Chemistry to a certain extent, but prefers to mess around more than actually learn something- which, yeah, dangerous, but also fun… very fun. (Eddie especially likes to play with the Bunsen burner- call him a pyromaniac- but his antics always pull a laugh from Steve, a bright sound that makes Eddie’s heart sing, so he keeps at it despite many, many reprimands from their Chem teacher).

The winter months turn to Spring, and Steve begins to bloom at the same pace as the flowers and trees around town. He contributes to conversations at lunch, plans to hang out with the guys when he has spare time, attends their band practices and cheers them on- hell, by March he even agrees to play a character in Eddie’s newest campaign. Eddie makes him a Paladin, which he claims fits Steve the best out of everything he could think of. Steve loves the character and picks up on what it’s like to actually play the game rather than strategize pretty quickly- unsurprisingly, Steve loves it.

The Hellfire boys seem to take Steve’s blooming personality in stride- Jeff goes over to Steve’s to bake chocolate chip cookies one-on-one, which they bring to the next campaign. He and Grant bond over art, swapping sketches and gifting each other art supplies. Every time Steve receives something, his eyes get this look- and every time that Eddie witnesses it, he’s reminded of why they brought Steve into their small-but-mighty crew, and is extremely grateful that Steve is acclimating so well. Steve and Gareth are fast friends, which takes all of them by surprise. Apparently, Steve gave Gareth some hairstyling tips, and that was that.

Steve’s personality isn’t the only thing that’s changing come Spring. Eddie finds himself staring at Steve’s mouth much more frequently. In fact, he can count a number of times where he could swear that Steve was doing the same to him. They laugh at each other's jokes more frequently, share stolen moments by Steve’s locker in between classes where they speak in hushed voices about whatever comes to mind. It’s… nothing that Eddie’s ever experienced before. At the same time, Eddie can’t imagine life without these moments with Steve, and while Jeff’s cautionary words are still at the forefront of his mind, he can feel himself falling harder, and it’s slowly reaching a worrisome point-of-no-return.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it’s June. Steve passes all of his classes with the help of Hellfire, Eddie fails English and P.E. again (which he unfortunately expected- another year in this hell doesn’t sound all that appealing, but he figures that he can at least hang out with the guys for another year, and with Jeff in Senior English maybe he’ll actually pass). The four of them attend Steve’s graduation, where they meet some of the middle schoolers that Steve had spoken so highly about over the last few months. They all sit together and cheer as loud as they can when Steve walks across the stage and gets his diploma, even earning a few hushed whispers from surrounding parents to sit down and be quiet. Steve’s parents were nowhere to be found, but when everyone caught up with Steve after the ceremony to congratulate him, it was clear that he didn’t mind- in that moment, he had everyone that he cared about surrounding him.

Hellfire presented Steve with a club T-Shirt as a graduation gift, which he took with a wide smile on his face and that same look in his eye. Eddie took a moment to mentally pat himself on the back- Step Three: Get Steve Fully Integrated Into Hellfire, complete. (Yeah, he fell harder for Steve, but he kept that to himself and got Steve through the rest of the school year while also giving him a new group of friends- and, theoretically, Steve was none the wiser about Eddie’s feelings. All in all- not bad, Munson. Not bad.)

The kids had to leave pretty quickly after congratulating Steve- something about getting Dustin packed for summer camp and Claudia having been the one to drive all of them to graduation- but not without Dustin and his friends making Eddie promise to let them into Hellfire when September came around, while simultaneously gawking about him letting someone like Steve into the group. (Their bright personalities and excitement about Hellfire helped Eddie feel a bit more optimistic about the year ahead- who knew, maybe ‘86 would be his year).

Once the crowd dispersed, the rest of the boys of Hellfire also going their separate ways to get a start on summer plans, Eddie invited Steve over to the trailer to share a joint and spend the night. Wayne was pulling a 24 hour shift, and Eddie figured Steve needed an opportunity to let loose before starting work at the new ice cream shop, a job Steve was dreading. (Although, Eddie was secretly pretty excited about Steve’s new job, given the embarrassing uniform that Steve had described).

Steve took Eddie up on his offer, which is how they ended up splayed next to each other on Eddie’s bed, legs tangled together and giggling through the soft haze that came with working through some of Eddie’s stash. One thing led to another, and, at Steve’s quiet, embarrassed request, they tried out ‘shotgunning’, which turned into a very heated makeout session.

The development was entirely unexpected, but, as was later revealed during a conversation at sunrise, mutually very welcomed. So maybe Step Three wasn’t entirely completed in accordance with Jeff’s warning, but whatever. This was good- actually, scratch that, this was perfect. Best-of-all-possible-scenarios, win-win situation. They started dating- keeping it secret, only sharing it with the other members of Hellfire, and then only because Jeff clocked it within three minutes of one of their summer D&D sessions starting. They were all very supportive (save for a warning glare from Jeff that Eddie was on the receiving end of), and for about a month, Steve was the happiest that Eddie had ever seen. And yeah, Eddie was the happiest he’d been in a long time, too. Sue him, Steve was a great boyfriend- and was fucking perfect in the bedroom. (12/10 stars, give the man an award, kinda perfect. And that sailor suit? Goddamn…) Eddie didn’t know how he got so lucky, but he was going to do everything in his power to keep this gift from the universe in prime condition.

June turned to July, and Eddie’s understanding of the world as he knew it completely changed come Independence Day. Eddie was woken up by a phone call in the middle of the night from Steve, who, sounding beyond exhausted, asked for a ride home for him and his coworker Robin. Eddie arrived at the scene and was shocked by the sheer magnitude of what he had unknowingly stumbled upon. There were at least five times as many emergency response vehicles than Hawkins had, the newly-constructed mall was actively burning to the ground, there was a huge crowd outside a long yellow barrier of police tape, and a few faces Eddie recognized beyond the police tape: specifically Steve’s middle schoolers, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, and-

There was Steve, holding a blanket around his shoulders, sitting in the back of an ambulance next to his coworker Robin, who Eddie knew from theater, band, and the handful of times he came in to visit Steve at work. Eddie ducked under the police tape without much fanfare and made his way over to the ambulance, pulling Steve into a hug the second he was within arms length.

They left pretty soon after that, Steve quietly explaining that he had told Robin about their relationship after vomiting their brains out in the movie theater bathroom. Which- Eddie wasn’t really sure how to unpack all of that, but that wasn’t exactly important at the moment. He drove Steve and Robin to Steve’s house, and, at their request, Eddie laid in Steve’s parent’s California King bed with the two of them. After a few hours of all of them trying to sleep but coming up unsuccessful, Steve finally started speaking. Once he started, he couldn’t stop, and an explanation of the hidden dark side of Hawkins came spewing out.

It was dawn by the time Steve finished recounting everything, and Eddie believed him without question. He trusts Steve intrinsically, he knows Steve would never lie about something like this- something so life-altering and burdensome. Besides, Steve’s story matched events that Eddie could place: Will going ‘missing’, followed by Barbara Holland, then Will magically re-appearing around the same time that Steve had his falling out with Hagan and came back to school with a beat-up face from Jonathan Byers. Steve walking the tracks with Dustin as he’d explained all those months ago in November took on a new meaning- they were searching for a monster from an alternate dimension that Dustin had accidentally let loose. The clenching motion Steve made and his aversion to woodshop suddenly made sense, too. In the middle of recounting the events of early November 1984, Steve left his parents room and returned with a wooden bat filled with nails that fit perfectly in Steve’s hand- he explained with an embarrassed flush on his cheeks that it kept him grounded, that he couldn’t sleep without it- that sometimes, when he was anxious, he felt himself reaching for the thing- but if he was relaxed, the idea of holding something even vaguely similar made him sick to his stomach.

Steve then moved on to describe the sleepless nights, how he made himself patrol Hawkins from sundown to sunup on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday nights, often trudging through the forest with his bat, ready to kill the next ‘big bad’ that came from the dimension existing under their feet.

Robin contributed what she could when Steve reached the events at Starcourt. After hours of talking in hushed whispers under the covers of Mr. and Mrs. Harrington’s bed, the three of them passed out, too exhausted to keep their eyes open.

The next few weeks were hard, but the three of them got through the nightmares together. Before Eddie knew it, the school year was starting, Robin and Steve were inseparable, working together at Family Video (because the two could barely spend a minute apart), and July 4th, 1985 felt like a distant thing.

As the months passed, Eddie and Steve’s relationship only became stronger, and in March of 1986, when Eddie watches Chrissy Cunningham be killed by seemingly supernatural forces, he knows who to call.

With a proactive start on things, they kill Vecna on the first try. No one dies- really, the worst that happens is a couple of scratches here and there. They live.

They love.

One day far in the future, as Eddie watches his husband play with their daughter, he thinks back to that November day in 1984, and sends a quiet thank you to his younger self. That Eddie in the library may have had no idea the long-lasting effects that his plan would’ve had on his life, but Eddie couldn’t be more thankful. Steve was nothing like the ‘lost sheep’ Eddie had initially assessed him to be- he had grown so much, found himself, accepted himself. He was Steve. Eddie’s Steve. He was his own, beautiful, intelligent, kind, sometimes-awkward (yet adorably so), person.

Secret, Unplanned Step Four: Make Steve Harrington Fall in Love with Me (While I Fall Irresistibly in Love With Him), complete.

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bvtbxtch · 7 months

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Jack O'Lantern Kiss | Eddie Munson

Day One of Kinktober

Summary: Carving pumpkins with your best friend Eddie leads to confessions you may or may not have always wanted to hear.

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, brief mention of Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham

wc: ~2k

Content Warnings: fluffy fluff fluff, unrequited love, allusions to smut, hickies. This story takes place in an au where the upside down is not a thing. Although this is a pretty tame story, my blog is 18+ so Minors DNI.

A special thank you to my love and collab partner @darknesseddiem. I am so thankful to know you. Here's to an amazing October!

It was your favorite time of the year. The unforgiving Hawkins summer had ended its assault and the fiery leaves crunch underneath your boots and you can finally have an excuse to curl up with your favorite metalhead and read books all day. You had been best friends with Eddie Munson since 10th grade math (when he was in 11th grade) where you helped him figure out how to find x in beginner algebra equations. You immediately fell head over heels for him, but when he began dating Chrissy Cunningham, you learned how to stoke the fire in your heart to embers. Eddie and you continued to get closer throughout high school. Chrissy never made a fuss and you felt like a constant plus one in their little universe. Eddie was the first one to give you a swooping hug after walking the stage (about 20 minutes after he did). You both had dreams to leave sleepy Hawkins and find yourselves in some big city where you could cheer each other on from your shared apartment. You never imagined Eddie not being in your life; you knew he was your soulmate. It wasn’t until this past August that you considered it might be as more than friends.

Eddie called you at 3 in the morning on August 12th. You jolted up, body dusted in a light sheen of sweat from the near 30 degree night. You reached for the receiver and held it to your ear with a groggy hello. You were met with a small sniffle. You knew it was your Eddie.

“Ed? What’s wrong?” You immediately were shaken from your sleepy daze.

“She… she-” Eddie cut himself off with a pitiful sob. You let out a long sigh and hung up the phone with a soft ‘I’ll be right there, Eddie’.

The drive to Forest Hills Trailer Park was usually 15 minutes. You were there in 5. You had never heard Eddie cry before, and never expected to hear him cry that hard. You spent the night petting his head and hearing him weep into your body. Three years he had spent loving Chrissy Cunningam, when she had fallen out of love with him a while ago (if she had ever truly loved him at all).

Since that night, you and Eddie had been inseparable - the impossibly close bond getting closer. You barely knew what your own bedroom looked like as you were almost constantly sleeping at Eddie’s trailer, him being too upset to sleep alone. You watched movies, went to hellfire ‘alumni’ meetings (Eddie called them that but you knew it was just a way for him to make sure that Mike and Dustin were running the club properly), and watched any and all Corroded Coffin gigs you could get to. Hugs became more frequent and Eddie would use any excuse to hold your hand. He was touch starved, and you could tell he was taking this out on you. But why would he not, you were his best friend, and even though you knew that’s where your relationship drew a line, you liked melting into Eddie’s arms or smiling at his forehead kisses.

October brought more scary movies and smoke sessions around the bonfire in Steve Harrington’s backyard. As the month wrapped up, like the weather, Eddie got colder. You knew that Halloween was going to be the first holiday without Chrissy and he was feeling it. You still grabbed his hand and gave him small smiles, but you often got glassy brown puppy dog eyes matched with a small smile. You wanted to take this pain away for him and had just the idea.

You fiddled with the old lock on Eddie’s trailer door, fumbling the grocery bag in your hands and careful not to step on the two bright orange pumpkins that stand on the concrete steps. You knew you had minimal time to prepare this surprise until Eddie was back from the body shop. You wiggle the knob one more time before it gives and you spill inside the homey space. You drop the bag on the kitchen counter and hastily grab the pumpkins from the step. 15 minutes later, you had flyers sprawled across the counter, the pumpkins sitting neatly on them, adorned with different carving tools and sharpies around them. In small bowls on the stove, Eddie’s favorite snacks: cheese balls, M&Ms, skittles and a bag of cool ranch Doritos. You startle at the door slamming open and stomps of Eddie's feet on the linoleum. You get up from the couch and greet him at the door.

“Hey sweetheart… what’s this??” Eddie’s frown turns upwards when he lays his eyes on your set up in his kitchen. He wraps you in a tight hug.

“Just something that I thought would cheer you up” you muffle your words into his chest. You look up at his chocolate eyes. “I know Halloween is your favorite, so thought we could start the festivities.” His eyes glass over, tears threatening to spill. “No, no Eddie, please don’t cry” You reach your hands up to cup his face.

“No, sweetheart. These are good tears. Thank you for thinking of me.” He grabs your wrists to lower your hands and he kisses you on the cheek. “I’m gonna go change out of these dirty coveralls and then we can get this party started” The boy’s lopsided smile returned before he pushed away from you and trotted down the small hallway to his room. You made your way back into the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a dumbstruck smile on your face and butterflies threatening to erupt in your stomach. Your cheek burned where Eddie had kissed you and you raised your hand to trace over the spot. You wanted this feeling to last forever. You are pulled out of your trance when Eddie meets you in the kitchen, his hands trapping you against the counter. You smile up at the boy and your heart takes a tumble. Eddie had put his hair back in a low bun and you thought you were going to pass out from how good he looked, how close he was. His lips look so plump and his cheeks a perfect blush to give his alabaster skin some color. Your best friend was perfect. You smile back up at him.

“Well, since you set all of this up, the least I can do is make us some hot chocolate.” The boy quips. When you nod and smile in agreement, he grabs your hips and sits you up on the counter. You watch him in content while he putters around his kitchen. He passes you your favorite tomato soup mug full of steaming hot chocolate. He sips at his mug, eyes never leaving yours. You could feel tension growing so thick it could be cut with a knife - but what kind of tension? You were unsure.

You spent the next two hours throwing pumpkin seeds at each other across the kitchen while Eddie’s new Black Sabbath cassette played in the background. Two faces full of shy adoration and a room full of giggles. You finally turned your pumpkin towards Eddie to show him your final design - a simple outline of a black cat and a bat stares back at Eddie. Eddie reveals his own pumpkin to show two skeletons holding hands.

“Well that doesn’t look like a scary pumpkin at all” you tease. Eddie throws a handful of skittles at you. Both of you Erupt into a fit of giggles as you both grab handfuls of snacks that you can find and toss them at each other. Eddie lunges at you in an attempt to halt the food war. His hands wrap tightly around your waist and your laughter gets caught in your throat. Your smile falls as the tension finally feels like it is going to snap. You can see Eddie studying your eyes for any sort of discomfort. Although he finds some hesitation, he knows you feel safe - that you want him to be there with you. It’s the most devotion he has honestly felt in almost a year. Chrissy never looked at him the way you do; but if he was being honest with himself, he didn’t look at Chrissy the way he looks at you either. His eyes flicker to your lips as he licks his.

“Eddie,” you whisper. You feel as if all of the air around you has become thick, unable to breathe it in. The curly haired boy inches his face closer to yours, foreheads resting on each other. His breath fans lightly at your face and you can tell Eddie is feeling the same way as you. You nudge your nose against his as a silent plea for him to come closer. He obliges and presses his lips softly to yours.

You felt electricity jolt down your spine, goosebumps riddled your body. This is what you have wanted for longer than you would like to admit. Eddie’s hands migrate up your back to cradle your face. His long fingers find purchase in your hair while his thumbs rub circles onto your cheeks. You pull yourself away to look at the boy.

“Eddie… please don’t do this because you miss her…” you whimpered. You couldn’t handle this being a one and done situation. You had gotten a taste of what it would be like to have Eddie as yours and you would rather die than give that up now.

“Sweetheart… I… I have been so stupid. I should have broken up with Chrissy long before she broke up with me…” Your eyes search Eddie’s and all you can feel is warmth. He’s telling the truth.

“Eddie, why??”

“Because I’m in love with you… and I have been for a while” Eddie lets out a chuckle while tears threaten to spill over his lashes again. Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest and you couldn’t help the ear splitting grin growing on your face. “I thought that being with Chrissy was supposed to be… right. But it way you all along. I tried to forget my feelings for you because I fooled myself into thinking that I was in love with her… But these past few months…” Eddie trailed as he studies every detail of your face; waiting for you to tell him to fuck off, or to push him away, but you keep him pleasantly waiting.

“I’ve been in love with you for a long time, Eddie. I just tried to push it down, I wanted you to be happy”

You barely have time to finish your sentence and Eddie’s lips are back on yours. His move in sync with yours like you were made for each other. You lift your chin up to grant Eddie access to deepen the kiss. His tongue swipes over your bottom lip and you let out a content moan as his tongue enters your mouth. He pushes you backwards so you are again trapped between his body and the counter, pushing you up to resume your previous position. Eddie moves his kisses to the side of your mouth, then trails them down your jawbone to the pulsepoint behind your ear. He can feel your breath hitch when he sucks down to form a beautiful indigo bruise on your neck. He can’t help but smile against your body. He wants to devour you whole, leave you nothing but a gasping mess underneath him. His hands run up your sides, desperate to feel more of you. You break the kiss to help Eddie discard your shirt. His hands were magnetic - they now needed to be a permanent fixture on your body. His eyes fixed on your skin with such adoration your head spun. your own hands track up his torso to his neck to pull him back into you. As your lips reconnect, Eddie’s hands move south to the tops of your thighs. His hands find purchase at the apex of your hips and he feels you shudder against his mouth. The anticipation of feeling him where you want him the most was killing you. But Eddie pulls away from you suddenly, his eyes lower and he grabs for your shirt that had been discarded on the floor haphazardly.

Your brows furrow in confusion while you search his face for hesitation. Your heart begins to beat wildly… Was this just a joke? A heat of the moment type deal? You could feel beads of salty tears dot your waterline.

“Eddie… Did I do something wrong?” Eddie looked at you with golden eyes full of passion. He wriggles your T-shirt over your head and holds your cheek in his hand.

“No, but I did something wrong. I don’t want this to feel like just a stupid hook up. I want to do this right because you deserve it. I love you, doll, and I want you to be my girl. I want to take you on dates and buy you flowers. I want to make you laugh and dress up nice for you because you deserve it.” You can feel your smile growing wickedly across your face.

“Okay, Eddie. I like the sound of that” you giggle.

“So what do you say? Wanna be my girl and make this official so we can take this to the bedroom?”

“Eddie… I thought you’d never ask.”

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inkyquince · 7 months

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03. Summoning circle gone wrong

characters. Harleep. Mentioned Raphael shenanigans.

cw. harleep being a nasty. pseudoincest cuz raphael ya devil daddy, congratulations, you're a tiefling reader. gn reader at that. kinda dubcon?

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You needed to talk to your father.

That was a thought that never would have ever crossed your mind three days ago. No, you had been having such a good time, away from the Hells and your devil of a father, that he had never even crossed your mind.

Not until he appeared before you, his wide smirk catching for just a moment at the sight of you, before returning full force. Of course. Raphael didn’t even realize it was you until you were right in front of him, a spitting image of your other parent, but still his blood nonetheless. Your world you were slowly building with your new companions, that you were just like them, that you could have a future, came crashing down as he grinned, wide and loving and fake.

“My child.” He mused, reaching a hand out to trace along your cheek. “What a predicament you got yourself into.”

His false concern tasted like salt on an open wound, metallic and stinging. You knew he didn’t care about you. Hells, you were the only one of his children kept in the House of Hope because your mother was one of the few who tricked him into keeping the Tiefling offspring she had after laying with the Devil who had no interest in her. Of course, she paid dearly for that. Sometimes you wandered past the room where she was kept to this day, her screams switching between begging and wrathful.

The only reason that she was locked away was because Korilla was the one who made the plea on your behalf to not see whatever was happening to her.

But your mother made the deal, and the deal was for him to look after you as a child. So the minute you turned eighteen, you snuck out the House of Hope and never looked back. Did Raphael even notice? You doubted it.

But now here you were, actively seeking him out, just to demand answers and also help. Your father could help you all out, you knew it, and you were willing to engage with him enough to squeeze some solutions out of him and hopefully have him fuck off long enough for you and your companions to do something about it.

You knew how to make the portal ritual to the Hells, but the messaging one was simpler, and would need quite a bit of energy for someone to decide to suddenly hop through. The type of energy that would definitely burn you up almost instantly if you were, say, dragged through. Better to be crisped to death than back in the House of Hope with your father and his weirdos.

The ritual circle burst into dark flames, reaching up, over your head but no smoke emanated up. Hellfire was annoyingly unique like that. You waited, the flames embers spitting and crackling as the blaze raged on, but your father had yet to appear. You felt like you were being put on fucking hold, as he filed his nails all pointy and looked at the corresponding circle in his boudoir with that annoying smirk of his.

Mother should have just asked for child support.

A dark figure slowly formed behind the walled inferno and you sighed, putting your hands on your hips, feeling suddenly a lot like Korilla whenever she caught you doing something you were forbidden from. Like asking for permission before doing something.

“Finally! Did you get your fancy shoes on- Oh.” You paused in your angry tirade as the flames lessened, revealing…. Your father’s lover.

He seemed to have perfected your father’s smirk.

“Oh, little lost lamb,” Harleep purred, hands on his hips as he showed off his scant body. You felt a bit unwell at the sight. “Your father stepped out, he’s very busy these days. But I’ll gladly take a message for him.”

You were never allowed near the incubus. Not that anyone thought that he’d be anything but a shit of an… Uncle? to you, but Raphael was spoiled and didn’t like when his favorite playthings would hang out without him.

“He’s not doing anything. He's sitting around with his thumb up his ass and giggling.” You snapped and Harleep smiled, just enough for the fire to glint against his pearly teeth, the canine digging into his lip.

“Oh darling, he does nothing with that ass without me-”

“Yeah yeah yeah, way too much information, that’s my father you know.” You grumbled, fighting the urge to cover your ears, or… Maybe duel him for your dad’s honor, you didn’t know.

Harleep gazed at you, his eyes burning low and hungry…

“You seem different little lamb.”

“The last time you saw me was when I was thirteen, Harleep.” You grumbled, suddenly feeling a bit squeamish. “You tried your hand at babysitting me and Father came home to find us having a tea party with his favorite bottle of wine.”

“Ah, I remember.” Harleep didn’t break his gaze from you, slowly stepping closer and closer to you. “In my defense, I filled your cup with the pool water. Not a drop of alcohol.”

“...Just your spent jizz water.”

“It was refreshed just that morning.” Harleep murmured, his eyes twinkling. “But, if you still so wish for a taste, I don’t mind.”

“Don’t be fucking gross-”

“Twas in earnest.” Harleep sighed, his gaze dragging over your body, lingering on any exposed skin he could see. “If you have the same appetites as your father… I could-”

“No, nope, nope, no-” You stepped away but he simply took a step forward, until his bare feet touched the edge of the burning sigils, a small hop away from exiting the circle.

Harleep suddenly stilled, leaning his head back and sniffing the air, like when you came across those gnolls, panting and salivating at the scent of your flesh. You froze up. You know what he was doing. He did it every time your father came home, and smirked, sauntering over to their boudoir. Did it when Korilla came home, flushed and pink and Harleep would tease her about visiting Elminster’s library, whatever that meant. Did it when you were seventeen and you were caught with the boy the caretaker loved to hit, with his coarse hand pressed against your belly. You two were found, and Harleep came across you two being chewed out and he just smirked, looking at the dark haired boy with such deeply intense knowing that he flushed.

“Oh, little lamb. You smell so ripe.” He murmured. “Unlike your father. Never noticed before, your scent… Is that of a pretty little bitch that deserves to be on their back while delicious things are done to them.”

“H-Harleep…” You stammered, unable to form any words other than his name, which apparently he liked, given the sudden strain against his leather ass shorts.

“You shouldn’t have scampered off so quick all that time ago.” He murmured. Then he stepped forward.

His body shimmered as he stepped through the lowered blaze. You could feel the energy pulsate from the circle, as he forcibly crossed the realms, with such force that it made you stumble and fall unceremoniously on your ass. You hoped someone, like Gale, would feel the Weave pulsate with magic, the earth shake just a bit for people to notice. You blindly cursed yourself for deciding to do this so far away from the camp, so you wouldn’t be witnessed whining at your father.

Harleep took advantage of your prone state and sank down, his thighs straddling your sides.

“It’s been so long since I’ve had such a cute thing under me… And from what I’ve heard, you might last a while, even with two fingers inside of your hole. A pretty hole too.”

You had no idea if you should feel flattered by the comparisons to your… Father and his… Lackings, or deeply grossed out, given he was saying all this with your own bloodkin’s face sewed onto his skull.

“Harleep, this isn’t funn-”

“Hush, little lamb. It's such a pleasure to have my favorite little lost creature back in my reach. To be the one to see you get tended to. And-” He pressed a clawed finger against your lips, dragging it down over your throat. ”If you promise to be good while we play, I’ll see what I can tease out of your father, to help with your little… Tadpole.”

You fell silent, as he continued to stroke over your bare neck and shoulders. You mulled over the proposition as Harleep’s hands traveled down, settling on your chest and giving an appreciative squeeze.

“Should have stayed at our lovely House, little devil.” He murmured, his cock pressing against your stomach as he rolled his hips. “Anytime your father left, I could have come and kept you company. Made up for our lovely lost time.”

Harleep’s ministrations stopped for just a moment as he looked down at you, his gropes almost becoming soft, sweet touches as his finger tips trailed over your collarbone.

“He wouldn’t have let me look after my little lamb. You were so small and I wanted to sit with you in your room while you cried. He didn’t let me. I asked…. I asked if I could become your uncle, or some sort of parent. I wanted to so badly. He wouldn’t let me.” He shook himself out of his reverie. “But no. You’re not my little lamb anymore. You’re not my little anything anymore…”

He leaned down, one hand digging into the dirt by your head and pressed his scorching lips against yours, groaning softly into your mouth, utterly desperate.

“Well, I guess you’ll just have to be mine. All mine.” Harleep murmured, his fingers dragging back down, this time to yank at your trousers. “In a way even your Father won’t have you.”

He had his hand fully down your trousers, greedily groping you with two fingers grazing your hole over your underwear. You whined against his tongue dragging itself over your teeth, utterly muffling any sounds you were making, instead just drinking them all down.

“Let me make you cum.” He growled softly, his fingers pressing deeper inside of you, his claws slicing right through your underwear and curling inside of you. “Then you can treat me when you come home and I get you all to myself.”

You fought down both waves of pleasure, his fingers burning with a delightful tingle inside of you, but also nausea, seeing your own father’s face against yours. You wonder if Harleep liked it like this. A familiar connection but also getting to touch and fuck one of the few people he… Had some sort of emotional feelings for.

“All mine, aren’t you?” He murmured thickly, his lips beginning to suck hickeys into your neck. “Give me all of you, and I’ll look after you so well.”

It didn’t matter how many times you tightened around his fingers, cum staining his skin, it didn’t matter how he ravaged your neck completely until it looked like Astarion had a midnight snack on your arteries, it didn’t matter that you were sore and twitching by the end of it. Harleep couldn’t seem to get enough of his little lamb.

Hells, you were walking sore for such a long time afterwards, you didn’t even notice the pleasurable tingles shooting along your spine and shoulders, as if someone was wearing your skin and getting fucked nasty in it.

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licncourt · 4 months

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Headcanons about Loustat's first kiss? When? HOW? 👀

Woof okay sorry I've been MIA. The horrors etc...BUT I love this question so I'm glad I can finally do it.

I kind of wrote what imagine for their first kiss in ch 1 of my collab fic, but it's also kind of a standalone excerpt so I'll post it under a cut as a sort of ficlet if anyone is interested!

Outside of that though, I'm pretty open to the details differing (there are a few different scenarios I really like), just with the same overall vibe. I mean, it's Interview-era Loustat so it has to be kind of toxique but with whatever weird, almost-intimacy they had.

Regardless, I think it happened at PdL, there's no way they made it four years without some funny business given the everything

Almost for certain it was a heat of the moment love/hate type of thing, probably an argument that finally made the tension between them snap. How long could they realistically yell in each other's faces without making out lbr

I think it would have to be in a moment of heightened emotion like that because Louis is Louis and while Lestat is down bad, anything remotely resembling wooing or emotional vulnerability would stand between him and going for it properly

If Lestat was the one to initiate, I think it would be an impulsive decision in the middle of a Louis tirade, he just lays one on him mid vitriolic sermony bitchfest. Less yapping more tongue action, Louis' hot when he's angry but also very annoying so it works out for Lestat

If Louis initiates it, it's probably because he finally snapped under the weight of his own repression and Lestat's hot boy factor. They're arguing and for a second Lestat looks JUST right so Louis pounces on him like a horny coyote, hellfire be damned

No matter what it's all in. This is not a nervous peck or after dinner kiss, teeth would be breaking if they were human and it's a little feral. Kind of a collision

Something inanimate definitely gets broken also, maybe a lamp, a table leg, a door jamb, whatever. IWTV Loustat = collateral

The only options I see as a possibility post-kiss would be things escalating into some sort of blood sharing/sex/both depending on your preference, or both of them realizing what they did more immediately which makes Louis lose his shit and Lestat slam the emotional walls down so they both run off right away. Either way they avoid each other for a couple weeks after before repeating the cycle in various iterations until the Claudia dynamic shift

Lestat

Surveying the grounds of Pointe du Lac after dark in the height of a cold snap was not at all what Lestat wished to be doing on a January night, but he was quite used to not getting what he wanted, especially when Louis was involved. The man in question was nearly always cold anyway, and Lestat had half a mind to think this outing was some sort of punishment for him under the feeble excuse of preparation for re-sowing the following month. The offer to stay behind was predictably (and smugly) extended, but he refused to give Louis the satisfaction, nor any reason to solidify his misguided belief in his sole ownership of the plantation, legal deeds be damned.

Whatever the case, Louis would regret his decision, Lestat would make sure of it. Louis may have been succeeding in making them both miserable, but he had been just as successful at making himself a captive subject. The ground was damp beneath them and the mud, cold in the winter air, made the horses’ steps heavy. All the better, Lestat usually lost his hostage once they reached the house. Louis had a way of doing that, slipping through the cracks like a dormouse where even the cat couldn’t follow. It was out in the open that the cat had the advantage.

“I heard Charles Laurent proposed marriage for you and his daughter.” Lestat nudged his horse closer to Louis’ until their steps fell in time. “Béatrice, was it?”

“He did.”

Lestat hardened his stare, willing Louis to meet his gaze through the dark drape of hair that had fallen from its ribbon. It shrouded his expression rather entirely from view and Lestat wondered if he’d left it there on purpose. It wouldn’t be the pettiest thing Louis had done to shut him out. He pawed at the mouse again.

“I also heard you declined.”

“Yes.” A disappointing squeak indeed.

“How come? It is an excellent family, they do well in sugarcane. And Mademoiselle Béatrice is very beautiful.”

In lieu of an answer, Louis urged his horse to a near-trot that Lestat matched easily a moment later. Louis’ chest lifted in a silent sigh before he apparently resigned himself to conceding the bare minimum.

“They do. And she is.”

Louis was always so prim when he rode, enough to make Lestat twitchy. Heels dropped in the stirrups, elbows tight to his hips, back straight enough to look painful. Chin in the air of course, but that wasn’t relegated to the equestrian realm. At least the protrusions of the saddle pushed his thighs forward to improve the view, even if his other assets were covered by his tail coat. Unfortunate that. Louis was clenched tight enough that the view would surely have been sublime.

“Well?” Lestat asked, letting his mare sidle uncomfortably close again, their riding boots nearly touching.

Louis jerked his horse right quickly enough that the stallion’s hind quarters bumped his own horse’s shoulder. “I do not have to explain myself to you, Lestat,” he snapped, any appearance of leisure fully abandoned as he tried to break for the house. The attempt was half-hearted though and Lestat cut him off easily, the stallion balking and dancing in half-circles until Louis regained control of its head.

“Au contraire, mon cher. It is my livelihood at stake as well.” The endearment made Louis’ jaw tighten even further, but he let his horse fall back in step with Lestat’s.

“Are you so desperate to expand our wealth—my wealth—that you would marry me off like a medieval widow at the first offer?” Louis’ eyes flashed sharp and olivine at him in the lantern light. He looked so much like the portrait of his father in the foyer, the same cruel mouth on a fairer face.

“As if this is the first. Formal or otherwise.”

This seemed to disquiet Louis greatly, his tone shifting from serpentine anger to something a tad hysterical. “You would truly have me do such a thing? Move a woman into our home? Marry her? What do you suppose will become of you in such a situation?” There was an undercurrent to the protests that negged at Lestat’s ear, some suggestion of weakness he couldn’t name. Still, there was blood in the water and a source needed to be determined.

He laughed, as amused as he was intrigued by his companion’s clumsy parry. “Don’t be ridiculous, Louis. I’ll ensure she does not last to the first harvest.” There was a clump of gangling irises as they passed a marshy area. He reached down and ripped the flower heads off. “A few months would be sufficient to solidify your holdings over the Laurent estate, and then I can make it appear like the most tragic accident. I will even allow you to bed her a time or two before I do the deed, generous as I am.”

“You are as shameless and despicable as ever I see.” Louis sounded as much bored as disgusted, but Lestat smirked to himself at the way the horse pranced and tossed its head at its rider’s turmoil.

“So you intend to deny any profitable union with the fairer sex until we are both forced to leave the prospect behind and flee familiar company in a few years time?”

“I apologize, monsieur. Are your current accommodations so insufficient?” Lestat could almost imagine his ears pinned like the horse’s as he was cornered. “And here I was under the impression that you wanted for nothing while contributing just as much.”

“And it would be such a burden for you to endure the intimate company of a beautiful woman for a few months simply as an insurance policy?” The objections were so great that Lestat found he was genuinely asking in spite of his frustration. “Wed Mademoiselle Laurent, fuck her long enough to get the estate in your name, and then you’ll be rid of her! Honestly, any reasonable man would be chomping at the bit for such an opportunity.”

“I don’t fancy her.”

Lestat dropped his face into his hand, rubbing at the frustration gathering in his temples. “She is hardly your only option, Louis, Christ! The Blanchet girl was all but thrusting her bosom in your face all evening last Tuesday. She would’ve lifted her skirts at a single beckon. And don’t tell me that isn’t so or that you didn’t notice.”

Something about that assertion, likely the irrefutable truth of it, upset Louis visibly and impossibly further. At the very least, he didn’t seem prepared to argue that particular point.

“Of course I noticed. I don’t believe a blind man could’ve missed it.”

Perhaps Monsieur de Pointe du Lac could simply stand to be rejected more often.

“Then why in God’s name are you so obstinate? All your prattle about being a good Catholic and you refuse to perform the one duty which might bring you some tangible benefit?”

“I am not the slave to my faith you believe me to be. I doubt the thing that condemns me to hell will be remaining a bachelor.”

Even digging his heels in like a stubborn hog, Louis looked radiant in the moonlight, skin glowing white as fairy linen and feu-follet eyes enticing enough to follow to one’s death in the swamp. It was infuriating really. It made Lestat want to knock him from his horse and straight into the muck.

“Well, in that case, shall we go whoring? There is a new brothel a short ride into the city and you are in truly dire need. What do you prefer? Brunettes? Redheads? What about blondes? You seem like the type for blondes.” One could only hope.

“I will do nothing of the sort. You may do as you please—heaven knows I can’t stop you—but I will not be involved.”

“And why is that?” he asked, curiosity still piqued despite the outwardly ordinary nature of their disagreement.

“It is impious. Fornication.” Fornication. Lestat could show him fornication, starting with planting an absolutely punishing kiss on that haughty mouth. Nothing he’d seen Louis doing as a mortal came even close to being anything titillating enough to earn such a salacious title.

“I thought you weren’t a slave to your God.” There were at least hundred better potential retorts, but he was preoccupied with Louis now in an entirely different way, staring unabashedly and imagining the many methods by which he could turn the lustrous curtain of his hair to sweaty clumps or reduce his fancy words to primal noises.

“It’s not one or the other. I’m not perfect, but I try, where I can, to be godly.”

He snapped his head to the right, meeting Louis’ gaze before he could turn to avoid eye contact. “Bollocks.”

“And what do you mean by that?”

“I mean that you’re lying,” he said, eyes narrowed. “I’ve seen you taking pleasure with women. You did so the very night I first saw you, there on the docks.” The house was in view now, and Lestat was half-compelled to try and suck the truth straight from his companion’s veins before he lost his chance.

Louis’ cool demeanor remained static as Lestat glared daggers at him, seeming perfectly unconcerned with that possibility. As if he knew as well as Lestat did that it would never happen. “Well, I made a great many mistakes in the months after my brother’s passing.” He shifted the reins awkwardly in his hands. “I have no desire to engage in such behavior.”

And there, in the clipped condemnation of a righteous man, was the truth Lestat had failed to see before. It was painfully obvious, simple enough that it seemed ridiculous he’d not suspected before.

Louis could not read the minds of mortals, but Lestat could. He had seen a great many things in his companion’s before the turning. Most of all he had seen how Louis looked at him, enthralled by his supernatural radiance certainly, but not only that. There was desire there as well, for more than immortality, lustful admiration followed by a flood of nauseating shame that gave Lestat sympathy pangs.

Even with the Veil of Silence now in place, he didn’t miss Louis’ gaze on him, the way his eyes were drawn by the deep ‘v’ of Lestat’s undershirts or the way they lingered on the shape of his lower half in breeches. It had been a marvelous turn of events, that they were already alike in…sexual predilections. How splendid! But he had been wrong, at least in part. Louis was not, it seemed, quite so much like himself as Lestat had previously assumed.

“Is it because you’re a homosexual?”

The brashness of his question brought exactly the desired result. Not an answer, of course, no more than indignant, scandalized curses as Louis turned his horse toward the house at a near-run, but it was too late. Lestat followed quickly, chasing the smell of fear on the wind.

Louis made surprisingly little effort to avoid him at the house, and Lestat found him easily in the drawing room, removing his boots and coat in front of the fire. He didn’t acknowledge the arrival with a greeting or even a glance, though he was sure to have heard Lestat enter. Even once he turned away from the hearth, Louis remained silent, fixing his ribbon as he looked down at a pile of accounting documents on the side table.

Lestat tossed his coat on the chair, waistcoat, riding gloves, and his own ribbon going with it, leaving him in breeches and undershirt, curls shaken loose. He stretched, making sure the taper of his waist was clearly visible in silhouette, leaving his arms up to fluff his hair into place. Louis always objected to his traipsing about so undressed. Perhaps he should’ve been taking it as a compliment.

When he turned back from the display (a bit more quickly than normal), Louis was giving him a particularly doe-eyed look. He hadn’t moved from his place by the table, but it was obvious where his attention had shifted when given a semblance of privacy. He startled when Lestat spun to look at him, and what followed was a truly atrocious poker face, smacking with guilt and panic like a child caught stealing sweets.

“Fear is not the first reaction of an innocent man merely questioned on a crime he did not commit.”

“You don’t frighten me,” Louis said, valiantly steady in voice, but only just.

“I do now.”

To his great surprise, Louis didn’t protest, seemingly accepting his fate with the melancholy stoicism of a condemned philosopher. It was almost unnerving to see the patron saint of losing battles so eerily content with this defeat. The display tugged at Lestat’s heartstrings enough to conjure his merciful side, and he let his eyes roam freely over the form in front of him, taking in the view in an obscenely conspicuous manner.

Even more surprising was the way Louis’ expression hardened and the anger returned to his face. Before he could take more than a step forward, Louis had backed up in equal measure.

“There’s nothing you can do to me,” Louis said, voice hushed but dripping venom. “I’m more powerful than you in any way that matters. Your mockery is all you have.”

“You think I’m mocking you?” Lestat took another step closer that Louis mirrored, then another.

“When have you ever done otherwise?” It was impressive really, the way Louis stood his ground, how he puffed his chest and set his jaw with the second-nature arrogance that Lestat had found himself so charmed by months ago, undiminished in the face of supernatural power and potential blackmail alike.

It was that self-destructive defiance that had first enlightened Lestat to this discovery of his kindred spirit, and it was what drove him forward now, what compelled him to cover the final distance between them until Louis’ back bumped into the wall and to press their mouths together. For all his posturing, Lestat kept the force behind it minimal, just enough insistent pressure to make his point (and his intentions) clear.

The performance must have been convincing enough, because it was only seconds before the mouth against his softened to the kiss. The fire was hot to his back, the arms that wrapped around his neck even cooler in contrast. He pressed his palms against the crushed velvet of the damask wallpaper, bracketing Louis’ head on either side for a spare moment before succumbing to the urge to increase their contact, stroking lightly at the skin of his jaw up to his temple.

Louis was tired, terribly so, and such a lonely creature. Lestat knew this of course, it was part of the siren call that had drawn him close and held him so completely in thrall, but it was only now, as awful as it sounded even in his mind, that the pity came, the burning desire to ease that loneliness rather than admire its lovely darkness like a Siam ruby or a Rembrandt.

Even more enchanting than Louis’ loneliness was watching his fleeting absolution from it, the way his eyes stayed gentle and half-lidded when they parted, how they closed again when Lestat cupped his cheek and or sighed as kisses were pressed to his neck. Lestat stayed there a long while, inhaling the scent of blood and cold skin and floral water at the juncture of his neck, content to allow the uncertainty of the future remain there for now.

#answered #vc #hc tag #otp: do you love me now?

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taintedcigs · 6 months

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Let's get some positivity back in the fandom! What's your favorite Eddie moment or HC that you have? Favorite episode or fic? Anything!

the cafeteria scene!!! i really love this idiot and hes so funny here😭😭 also his interaction w dustin and mike was so good. we really needed more fr😔💗

and for the fics (ill just name authors) !!! YOU OFC !!! mariah both your moodboards and fics are so good im always in awe. you are so SO talented!!💗💗😭 i realllly loved the 00s fem reader!! and the collab w dolly🤤🫠 just so good.

@forevermoreharrington’s steve fics are ALWAYS such a delight. i have to read your latest work asap! your writing is genuinely so good and makes me feel so warmmm🫶🏻😫

@onegirlmanytales gia’s fics also make me so so happy, i can’t wait for her to return and write moree!! her recent halloween series was so good💗😭

@munson-blurbs YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOD. i need to finish trapped under ice asap and leave a proper review on it!! JUST SO GOOD!!!

@hellfire--cult i looved roe’s don’t leave me fic!! the plot twist was just SO GODDAMN GOOD😫 i need to read more of her series they all look so delicious!!!!!!

@belokhvostikova you’re gonna break his little heart was a masterpiece of a one shot. mean!eddie was written so perfectly that i still thimk abt it frequently

@ghostlyfleur is the sweetest. her moodboards are always so so pretty! princess harmonia def describes her <33 her writing makes me feel incredibly cozy!💗💗

@pricelessemotion’s poltergeists for sidekicks is SO GOOD. and i really love their can i ask you a question series!!!!😌💗

@inkluvs ivy is SO talented. their moodboards and blurbs are always soooo good!!!💗

@munsonsreputation honestly anything from kay just makes me feel SO SO GOOD. but steve’s dating a girl’s girl JUST MADE ME SO😫💗🫠

@lokis-army-77 a text away WAS SOOOO GOOD. i just love modern!eddie SO MUCH. so talented<33

#em’s mail💌#mariah🧚🏻‍♀️#if i forgot anyone im so sorry im so hungry rn and makinng food my brain is FUZZY

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Bug. 29. Bookworm, flower child, menace to society.

I write about fictional characters.

On a semi-hiatus until my dissertation is done!

Header + icon credit to @lofaewrites 💚

This blog is 18+ only. Minors do not interact.

My love language is coffee and contemplation.

Masterlist:

Clueless (fluff/angst) // Part II Flattery Works with Me (smut) Fight My Battles (fluff/angst) Ice Cream (smut) I Know What I Want (smut) Get Out of My Head (angst/smut) Bossy (smut) Wayne's Pride (fluff) Helping (fluff) Insecure (angst/fluff) Just the Way You Are (fluff) Take Me Higher (smut; collab with @hxllfired) Rockstar!Eddie drabble (smut) Everybody Talks (angst/fluff) Love Me Right (angst/fluff/smut) My Name is Erica (fluff, Eddie & platonic!Erica Sinclair) Just Your Touch (fluff/smut, collab with @corroded-hellfire) Freaked (fluff) Beneath (fluff/smut) Merry & Meddling (fluff) Tonight’s Special (smut) The Sting of Truth (angst) Weird Science (angst/smut; collab with @corroded-hellfire)

Living After Midnight (Failed Rockstar!Eddie x Motel Worker!Reader) 086 (Post-Upside Down!Captured!Eddie x Captured!Fem!Reader) Trapped Under Ice (Single Dad!Eddie x Teacher!Reader) Dad!Eddie x Mom!Reader When Man Plans, God Laughs (Eddie x Single Mom!Reader) Ghostin' (Steve Harrington x Female!Reader) A Little Bit Longer (Eddie x Female!Reader; collab with @corroded-hellfire--on hiatus)

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ORANGE JUICE

- you’ve been invited to a party by your ex’s mother. (aegon ii targaryen x gn!reader modern au, pure angst- no rest for the weary) part of the mixtape 2: our version collab ⚠️ mentions of addiction, alcohol, etc.

based on “orange juice” by noah kahan

word count: 774

a/n - i highkey love writing angst, it’s so fun lol

You set your cup down with a sigh, watching the particles of orange pulp swirl in the bright orange liquid. The party has died down. Alicent looks at you with a heavy heart.

It’s been a hard six months. When you heard about Aegon’s formal decision to go sober, you were happy for him. You really were, despite everything. The drinking started when he was only fourteen, and now, when you’re both 26 and hopeless, he has put down the bottle. And he did it for you, in a sick sense.

Your relationship with the Targaryen has always been an interesting one. You met him years ago, and since then, you’ve had an on-and-off flicker of hellfire relationship. You saw how his wrath could shatter plates and put holes in walls, and for a while, you believed that was all you could ever achieve in life. It took prompting from every well-meaning person in your life to break away from him. Like a bad hangover, though, his taste always lingered on the tip of your tongue.

His mother had always liked you. That’s why you’re at her house in the first place, due to an invitation she sent last night. A quick way to let you know that the Targaryens are not done with you and never will be.

A part of you hoped Aegon would show up, but a bigger part of you was still scared of what he would do if he saw you. The last time he talked to you he was on his knees begging. Begging you to stay, even though he didn’t deserve you. There were tears running down his face, more than you had ever seen. His voice was wobbly and gasping, hands clutching at the seams of your pants. He would go sober, he said. Stone-cold. He would never drink or cheat or be angry ever again. If you would stay with him, he would fix everything. You pulled his hands off you and shut the door in his face, legs shaking so badly you thought they would collapse. It was the right thing, you told yourself. It was all for the better.

You take another sip of your orange juice before the front door opens.

You turn to look, suddenly struck by every doubt that had ever swum in your conflicted mind. He is there, standing in the doorway.

His hair is longer, but for once, it’s neatly combed. There are bags under his eyes, blue and bruised and heavy. The sunlight fans out behind him, casting a long shadow on the hardwood floor. Your heart stops beating yet picks up its pace at the same time. He walks in, wilting slightly under your gaze. He doesn’t smell like booze.

“There’s orange juice in the kitchen. Everything else has been put away.” Your voice comes out scratchy and hoarse, like you swallowed sawdust. He is the saw.

“Thanks.” His tone is unsure, and so are his wobbling steps. You can’t see it, but tears fill his eyes.

In truth, he knew he could never deserve you. He knew it from the moment you met, when the sun was hitting your eyes just right and your shadow was touching his. He knew, and yet he went and fucked everything up.

He thinks, scornfully, that loving you was the best thing that ever happened to him and the worst thing that ever happened to you. You are kind and loving and your hands are as soft as your heart. He is all rough edges that have never been ground down by the push and pull of the tide of life. It just made him gritty and broken.

He told himself that he would fix everything once you left him. It worked a little bit, admittedly. He hasn’t touched a bottle in six months and the holes in his walls have been patched. He wants you back so badly- he craves your presence like nothing else. He craves you more than he craves the alcohol. But he walks away, into the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of orange juice surely bought for his younger relatives.

You don’t follow him, and in that moment, he hopes you never do. You could never deserve his whirlwind and the destruction it brings, and he will never force you to again.

He takes a sip of juice straight from the bottle. The acidity burns his chapped lips and chewed cheeks. He puts the container back in the fridge, tears slipping their way down his face.

He walks out of his old home, past you, and hopes you will never look back for him.

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darknesseddiem · 7 months

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Hellfire: The Menu

Summary: The new restaurant in town catches everyone's attention with his peculiar decor and food, when Nancy and Robin invite you to a girls' night out at Hellfire, you think it's a great opportunity to relax from all the pressure of being a recent graduated from highschool. What was supposed to be a fun night out with friends turns into a dangerous game of seduction and power between you and Hellfire's mysterious chef.

This is a part of "Kinktober" Fanfics in collab with @bvtbxtch

Pairing: Older! Chef! Eddie Munson x Young! Fem! Reader

Warnings: +18 content MDNI, SMUT, EXTREME DARK CONTENT, ALLUSION TO FORCED SEXUAL ACTIVITY, alcohol consumption, age gap (20 and 39), dub-con, name calling, unprotected sex, oral sex (f and m), choking, cum, dacryphilia, Dark!Eddie. Let me know if I'm missing something.

A/N: Thanks to my babies @emsgoodthinkin and @bvtbxtch to beta-read these for me.

Word count: 8,4k

Taglist: @emilyslutface @ali-r3n @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @bvtbxtch. If you want to be tagged, my TAGLIST is open.

Woman I want to ask you

Why you do that anyway

You know I thought things were fine

Just yesterday – Lonely bed.

It was your first time visiting the new restaurant in town, your friend Nancy had insisted you go with her and Robin on a girls' night out at the new Hawkins hotspot, Hellfire.

Two Michelin stars and a mysterious chef who called himself “The Banished”.

Despite the name being pretty suggestive, nothing prepared you for the real thing. The entrance was discreet and simple, large black walls gleamed in the light from the streetlamps, four security guards guarded both sides of the large glass doors that hid the interior of the restaurant. You, Robin and Nancy walked up to the two big men, holding your reservation cards, you'd remember to thank Steve for making the reservations a week ago.

The two giants in suits nodded after checking the cards and opened the doors for the three of you to enter.

An extensive hall with photographs and strange paintings in the dark black walls was in front of you, as you walked you were carefully observing the paintings and their captions.

The end of the world by E. M.

It was a painting of a blond angel with five pairs of wings spread across his body, his golden hair fell gracefully around his shoulders, a translucent red halo was above the two pairs of small wings on the angel's head. He had a desolate and sad expression, surely it had something to do with the half gray body he carried in his arms.

It was a beautiful man, or at least what was left of him. His body was split at the waist with its sinews and entrails hanging, his head resting gracefully on the angel's left hand while one of his muscular pale gray arms rested on the other man's thigh, his black hair falling over his closed eyes and over his serene face.

It was a beautiful painting with a touch of sadness and melancholy.

“Man, that's weird as fuck... This place looks more like a museum than a restaurant” Robin said, looking strangely at the paintings.

“It's a little strange, but it certainly has to do with the concept of the restaurant.” Nancy defended.. “I can't help but think it's incredible, a complete immersion in the concept they want to convey.” Her eyes sparkled as they wandered around the entire place

“Do you think they serve human meat here?” Robin asked, giving a side look to the place.

“Yes, Robin, and they sacrifice virgins on the full moon too.” You said to her, rolling your eyes.

“I was just asking, everything in this seems too weird.” Robin replied, shrugging her shoulders.

You and the both girls continued walking down the black hall, music could be heard closer to the main hall, a slow melody with a gothic touch that seemed to hypnotize them to enter that mysterious restaurant.

Upon arriving at the entrance, you are faced with a huge room all red, seats in a circle and a round table of black marble adorned with candles in a crystal candlestick.

The seats were red velvet and matched the gothic aesthetic of the place, the walls had large obsidian pillars with fallen angels in the middle holding them up.

You looked at the girls and they were as stunned as you were, Robin was staring at the place so intently you were afraid she was going to punch a hole in the walls just by looking at it, and Nancy was watching everything with her typical critical eye.

While the three of you were standing there admiring the place, a boy with blonde hair and wearing a black and red uniform stopped in front of you and your friends.

"Hello, my name is Gareth and I will be your waiter today." He said with a polite smile. "Would you follow me, please?"

“Sure.” Nancy answered for you and Robin, seeing as you were still admiring everything.

Gareth turned his back and started to walk in front, he stopped beside a table that had a large transparent glass wall behind it and pointed with both hands.

"This is our best table, here you will have the full view of the restaurant and an immersive experience in our own cuisine, as well as the view of the preparation of the dishes right behind you." He said and pointed to the glass wall.

You sat down while he explained a few more things.

"May I start your experience by bringing a wine for you ladies to taste?"

“Yes, please!” Robin said excitedly, barely giving you and Nancy time to think.

"Okay, I'll be back in a minute, ladies."

"Oh my god, did you see that?" Nancy asked in a rushed whisper.

"What? That this place looks like it came out of a weird book? Or that we look like those rich people in the movies?" Robin spilled her sarcasm.

"Robin!" You shouted at her.

"Anyway, this is definitely my new favorite place." Nancy smiled at the two of you.

When you opened your mouth to respond, Gareth, your waiter, arrived with wine in hand.

"Sorry to interrupt the conversation, ladies." He said and lowered his head in apology. "May I serve you?"

You agreed and he started pouring the wine into the glasses.

"This wine is called 'Pedro Ximénez', is obtained from the overly ripe grapes of the same name which are dried in the sun to obtain a must with an exceptionally high concentration of sugar. Its aging process, which is exclusively oxidative, gives the wine a progressive aromatic concentration and greater complexity, whilst fully preserving the characteristic freshness of the variety. Also, it’s probably the sweetest wine in the world.” Gareth explained to you.

“Is it good?” Robin asked, arching her eyebrow to the poor waiter.

“You should drink and see for yourself, madam.” He said smiling and gesturing to her wine glass.

Robin squinted her eyes and took the glass carefully in her hand, she gave a look and shrugged her shoulders, giving a sip in the wine.

“It tastes like…”

“Chocolate?” Gareth replied.

“Yeah I…Think.”

You gave a sip too and to your surprise, it tasted like chocolate. It was sweet but with a hint of coffee, your taste buds screamed in thanks.

“If the ladies are prepared, can I bring the first dish?” He asked politely.

“Yes, it would be great.” Nancy replied while you and Robin fell in love with the wine.

Robin and Nancy engaged in a conversation while you watched everything carefully.

Your eyes fixed on the large glass wall that allowed a complete view of what was happening in the kitchen, you quickly looked and realized that the other people in the restaurant were too distracted in their conversations to pay attention to that part of the place.

You could see a dozen employees walking back and forth in their red uniforms, some carrying pans or plates in their hands, while others were bending over the marble table to decorate the dishes that were going to be served.

The dynamics were reminiscent of an anthill and its workers, all working together in perfect harmony, ensuring the restaurant's operation.

Your eyes were so focused on the cooks' movements that you barely noticed when a different figure entered the kitchen.

A man in a black uniform with details that resembled flames embroidered on his back, his hair was tied in a low bun and his hands were crossed behind his back. As you pondered who this man could be, you saw Gareth respectfully approach the man and say something so only he could hear and gestured discreetly to the table where you and your friends were.

The mysterious man turned to observe what the blonde pointed out, making immediate eye contact with you.

He was beautiful, his hair with a touch of salt and pepper gave away that he was probably in his 30s, the deep eyes that hid a wildness behind them were what made you break away from his intense gaze.

When you turned to look again he had already turned away, only Gareth was looking at his table with a smirk as if he knew something.

“Are you guys starving too or is it just me?” You were brought out of your trance by Robin's voice.

"Me too, he should have been back with our dishes by now." Nancy looked at her watch and frowned.

“The dish may take some time to prepare, remember that we are in a first class restaurant and not Dennis's diner." You said with a shrug and took a sip of wine.

"I think I prefer the diner, this place is all weird and full of rich people." Robin said with a huff.

"Don't look so sad Robin, guess who's coming with our dishes now?" Nancy asked, nudging her with her elbow.

On his left side, Gareth came with a metal cart and three trays covered by a circular lid, along with an ice bucket that held another wine inside. He stopped in front of the table and placed the plates in front of the three of you, and then began pouring the new wine into the glasses.

"For starters, we prepared tilapia filets with pineapple teriyaki sauce, served with a strawberry salad that includes: strawberries, mushrooms, roasted almonds, chives and lettuce. And of course, accompanied by a wonderful Muscadet Sevre Et Maine Sur Lie from the harvest of 2021."

Gareth presented the dishes and left the three of you in awe.

"I don't know what to feel about this dish." Robin and her taste buds.

"Oh come on, let's give it a try, it looks delicious." You said making them both turn to you with their eyebrows raised.

With many complaints, the girls started eating and ended up liking the exotic fish.

But you couldn't stop feeling a pair of eyes watching you, and taking the courage to look to the side, there he was. The same man from earlier, piercing your orbs with his intense gaze.

This time he had a glass of wine in his hands, and when he realized he was looking, he raised it as if making a toast.

Even though you were embarrassed, you discreetly raised your glass and took a sip, looking into his eyes.

He smiled and licked his lips, shaking his head and walking until he was out of sight.

Your shoulders slumped and the small smile on your face faded.

Congratulations, you managed to scare him away.

You were quiet most of the time while the girls finished the starters, Gareth quickly collected the plates and cutlery before bringing out the main course.

"Ladies, should I bring the main course or would you like to wait?"

"Could you bring it now, please?" Your blonde friend asked impatiently.

"Alright ladies, I'll be back in a moment."

You got up and said you were going to the bathroom, the girls didn't question it and said they would wait for you in the same place.

Before reaching the bathroom, you passed through a red painted hallway where there were photos of everyone who worked there. You recognized some from the kitchen and your waiter, Gareth, but there was no sign of the mysterious guy, you were starting to wonder if he really existed or if hunger was making you see things.

At the end of the corridor there was a board with no photos, just an inscription underneath.

"The Banished: The chief cook, never seen and never mentioned."

You felt a shiver run down your spine and hurried to get to the bathroom.

The bathroom was entirely black with gold details, the sinks were made of gray marble and had motion sensors on the taps, a gigantic mirror that went up to the ceiling was on the wall opposite the entrance door and another decorated the washbasin area.

With a sigh, you rested your hands on the marble of the sink and analyzed your appearance.

You were hot as fuck, the white silk dress you wore accentuated your curves in all the right places, the top was like a tight bodice with thick sleeves that rested loosely at the elbow and outlined your waist, and the bottom was flowy and it went up to the middle of your thigh. Your makeup was light, nothing that attracted much attention but that highlighted your beauty, your reddish lips juicy with watermelon gloss, and even so you didn't understand why he had run away from you.

Why were you so intrigued by this? Maybe he was intimidated by how hot you are.

Convincing yourself that you didn't care what had happened, you fixed your hair and smiled in front of the mirror before heading back to your.

From afar you could see that Gareth was also heading to your table, a mischievous smile appeared on your face as you thought of a plan to gain the mysterious man's attention.

"Sorry for the delay, I got lost on the way." You said smiling sympathetically.

"May I serve you, ladies?" Gareth stared at you.

“Sure, why not?" You lifted the glass of wine to your lips and grinned at him who stared at you open-mouthed and swallowed hard.

“T-the main dish is smoked lamb meat with herbs and gorgonzola cheese sauce, risotto with yacon potatoes, accompanied by San Cristoforo Petit Verdot Toscana vintage 2019.” He barely finished speaking and hurriedly left.

"I have no idea what it tastes like but I already think it's delicious." Robin said, making you and Nancy laugh.

You started eating and talking about banal things, at that moment you were just 3 girls having fun, but that fun soon dissipated when you glanced at the glass wall and found the entire team looking at your table while the man in black walked around and shouted some commands.

Your gaze turned to your plate and you started to pick at your food nervously, you were so distracted that you barely noticed the waiter stop next to you and say something.

"I'm sorry miss, but I believe I made a mistake." He looked at you intensely and pointed to your plate. "I believe I made a mistake when bringing the dishes, but don't worry, your food and drinks will be here in a minute."

The waiter took your plate and cutlery from the table, along with your glass of wine and headed towards the kitchen.

You looked at the girls, who shrugged and went back to talking and eating as if nothing had happened.

A little angry you turned your attention to the kitchen, the entire team was working feverishly, including him. That damn hot man.

You can see the moment Gareth came into the kitchen with his plate and the man gestured for him to throw it in the trash.

As you watched, your mind went back to that hallway full of photos you passed, specifically to the empty frame that was supposed to carry the photo of Hellfire's head chef.

Wait a minute…

You analyzed the employees of the place once again, the waiters and waitresses wore red uniforms with black details, the cooks wore red, but only that man wore black from head to toe.

That's it, he's the "mysterious boss".

But if he's so mysterious, why appear here where anyone can see him?

Your train of thought was interrupted by the Chef's abrupt movement, he clapped his hands together and shouted a command to your waiter, who came and picked up what appeared to be a different dish than the ones being prepared that night.

The brunette said something discreetly to Gareth, who nodded and hurried to leave.

Your eyes soon met Chef's intense gaze, who seemed to want to eat you with how deeply he looked at you.

Eye contact was broken when you heard the soft sound of ice colliding with metal, you looked to the side and saw the blonde boy taking another bottle of wine out of an ice bucket with the restaurant's insignia and placing it on the metal cart.

"Here's your dish, miss." A covered tray was placed in front of you. “"The dish contains wagyu filet seasoned with a sauce made from butter, pepperoni, garlic and coriander, accompanied by a potato risotto with brie cheese and shrimp, and a delicious Pinot Noir, a seductive and smooth wine in just the right amount. "

He was getting ready to leave when you stopped him.

"Uh, excuse me, can I ask you something?" Your voice was low so as not to attract the girls' attention.

“Sure, miss.”

"Who's that? He's that "The Banished", isn't he?" You pointed at the man in black.

He looked at you and left without saying a word, leaving you intrigued and furious.

You started to eat and got distracted by Nancy and Robin's conversation about one of Nance's journalism projects, when Gareth soon returned to your side and discreetly whispered so that only you could hear.

"My boss authorized me to reveal his name, but on one condition." You looked at him expectantly. "He wants you to come to his office when the restaurant closes."

Your eyes almost popped out of their sockets at how wide they went in surprise. "And his name is Eddie, Eddie Munson." You didn't even have time to respond with how quickly he left.

You continued sitting in the same position, your brain trying to process what had just happened. The sound of your fingers snapping brought you back to earth, Robin looked at you worriedly as she snapped her fingers in front of your eyes to wake you up from your trance.

"Are you okay? We've been calling you for a while and you haven't answered." Nancy's eyes were full of concern.

"Yeah, you looked like a zombie with your eyes wide open like that." Robin imitated how you were.

"I just...zoned out a little." You gave a reassuring smile. "What do you think if we order dessert now?"

“That's exactly what we were going to tell you, we just asked you to bring the desserts but you… Zoned out.” Nancy said, gesturing to you.

You nodded as the girls went back to chatting about what would be served now, and once again you peeked through the glass wall in hopes of seeing Eddie once again.

This time, you took the time to appreciate it properly. His uniform consisted of black tailored trousers, a black tunica and an apron tied around his slim waist.

He seemed focused on something, his sharp features and deep eyes working in conjunction with his skillful and talented hands.

His eyes moved and met yours, which roamed shamelessly over his tall, muscular body. You were caught red-handed and he smiled when he noticed, you felt your cheeks heat up and looked away at your hands in your lap.

You wished the ground would open up and swallow you whole.

"Good evening, ladies." A voice other than Gareth's spoke and you quickly looked in the direction of that deep, husky voice.

In front of your table was he with the desserts, the object of your current desires and the reason for your sinful thoughts.

He ran his eyes over your figure and licked his lips before turning his attention to the other two girls. He talked a little about dessert with the girls and then turned to you.

"And here's yours, miss." He placed the tray in front of you. “It is a sweet made from pineapple and chocolate, and a topping made from honey, pepper and cherries. A bit exotic, but the acidity of the pineapple and the heat of the pepper are like magic on your taste buds.” His intense gaze never left your face for a second.

“I hope you like it, miss.” And with that he left, leaving you stunned.

You smiled at the girls who were eating excitedly and talking about what they had been served.

Time passed and you decided to ask for the bill, discovering that Steve had even taken care of paying for your visit.

"It was good, but now I just want to crash in my bed and get a good night's sleep." Robin hurried out of the room.

Nancy, seeing that you were hesitant to leave the place, came to your side with a smile.

"Robin may not have noticed, but I did, be careful and use protection, young lady." Nancy said like a mother.

"Okay, mom." You rolled your eyes and smiled.

The two of you said goodbye and you sat back down where you were, on the other side of the glass, Eddie was smiling at you.

Hours passed until closing time arrived, you forced a shy smile at the employees passing by to leave, they would certainly talk about you tomorrow.

You thought you were alone, until you were startled when you heard Eddie's voice calling you to go to his office.

"So miss, could I by any chance have the pleasure of knowing your name?" You said your name and he nodded.

"Would you like to accompany me to the wine cellar?" He asked with his arms crossed, and even with his tunic it was possible to see his muscles.

"I don't know, would I like it?" You replied with a sharp smile making him narrow his eyes.

“You better like it.” His deep voice sends shivers down your spine.

He led the way and showed you the way to the cellar, opening the door and gesturing for you to go in first.

Upon entering you came across a flight of stairs that led down to the basement, where the wines were kept, slowly you went down the steps and noticed the rustic decoration that that part of the place had.

It was as if you were inside a giant tree, the wooden decorations brought a different charm to the room.

You stopped in the middle of the place and appreciated the decoration, everything looked interesting. You could see Eddie take a bottle of wine from the wine rack and grab two glasses, pouring some into both.

He brought you one of the glasses and kept the other, you drank the wine and looked at each other in silence until you spoke.

"So, why all this mystery?” He seemed confused by your question. “This thing about not showing your face but staying in the kitchen, where obviously everyone can see you.”

“Oh." He laughed. "I thought it would be interesting for people to eat without knowing anything about who made it.”

"Honestly? I don't think people care." You shrugged. "It sounds to me like you're insecure about your job. Yeah, that sounds more convincing."

His eyes darkened and he pushed his tongue against his cheek, smiling at what you said.

"Insecure?" He asked and you nodded. "Okay, if you think that, who am I to argue? I'm just the guy who has two Michelin stars, a chain of restaurants around the world and my own unique cuisine. Yeah, I must be really insecure about my job."

You looked at him embarrassed and speechless, while he smiled satisfied.

"You should watch your words, angel." He said placing the glass of wine next to the wooden table you were leaning against.

"And why would I do that?" You asked petulantly.

"Why? Because that brat mouth of yours will only get you in trouble." He said and bent down so your eyes were on the same level as his.

You hardened your gaze and turned up your nose, crossing your arms.

Eddie let out a low laugh and shook his head.

He walked away from where you were and walked towards the glass cabinet in the opposite direction.

"You know, I've dealt with many just like you" He said, opening the cabinet door and taking out a cigarette pack. "Girls who think they know everything, that everyone in this hell we call earth is futile and who would rather be tough than let themselves be shown to have any weakness. But let me tell you something, you are not special.”

"You don’t know anything about me." You said raising your voice. "Do you think you're better than everyone else just because you have all this? Let me tell you something, you're not better than anyone else." You were furious, who does this guy think he is?

"But I am." He said putting the cigarette in his mouth and lighting it. "And watch your tone, young lady."

"Do not tell me what to do!" You shouted furiously at him. "You’re not my dad."

He put his hand in his pocket as he inhaled the smoke and blew it towards the ceiling, his brown eyes looked at you with intensity, neither of you said anything.

"You're right, I'm not your dad." He plucked his cigarette in the ashtray. "But I still can punish you."

You froze, his words echoing in your head and going straight to your core.

You looked at him stunned, your mouth opened and closed several times like a fish, but you couldn't say anything in response.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" He said and walked over. "Are you going to tell me that no one ever put you in your place?"

“W-what? My…My place? What the fuck you’re saying?” You glared at him.

"You are very full of yourself, sir." You walked over to the bottle rack.

"Oh? Are we calling each other names already?" He grinned.

"Jesus, you're insufferable, after all, why did you ask me to stay?" You turned to look at him.

"Do you want the truth? You nodded. "Okay, I thought you were pretty and wanted to get to know you better. But now I see that you are a rude brat who thinks you are different from other women.”

You weren't going to stay there listening to that guy talk to you like that, you turned and went towards the stairs but stopped on the second step when you heard his voice.

"Did I let you leave?" The serious and deep voice made you stop immediately. "Turn around, now." You shivered but didn't obey.

"I won't say it again. Turn around, now." He said gritting his teeth.

You turned your head just enough to look at him. "Make me."

"You don't know what you're asking for, young lady." Eddie said smiling.

"You don't know what I want or don't want, old man." You said, looking at him from the stairs.

He stopped smiling and stood erect, his features hardened and his gaze darkened like an animal when it saw its prey.

You swallowed hard and looked at him.

"What did you call me?" He was serious, not a trace of playfulness on his face.

"I...It was just-" You were interrupted by his loud voice.

"I asked. What. Did. You. Called. Me?" He said slowly.

"Old man." You replied almost in a whisper.

He continues looking at you until he takes a deep breath and takes his hand out of his pocket.

"Come here." He pointed to the floor in front of him.

Slowly you turned and went down the remaining step, walking slowly until you stopped in front of the long-haired man.

"I'm going to ask you some questions, and you better answer them." you nodded.

"How old are you?" “20”

"You have a boyfriend?" “No”

"Do you have any masters?" “Uh no?”

"Do you consent to everything that happens here?" “...Yes.”

"We're going to establish some..." He was interrupted by your confused voice.

"Wait, am I the only one going to answer questions here?" You crossed your arms and frowned.

He looked at you seriously as you waited for an answer.

"If you interrupt me one more time, I will gag you." He took a deep breath and your eyes widened. "I'm 39 years old, I'm not dating and I'm not married, I consent to everything that happens here and I don't have a master, I'm him.

You opened your mouth to ask more questions but stopped when you saw the look he gave you.

"Continuing, let's establish three rules: only speak on my command, respond "Yes, sir" or "No, sir" only, and lastly, use your safe word if necessary.” He said with his hands behind him analyzing you.

“Do you know the transit system?” You nodded. "I want you to use it with me. Green to continue, yellow to slow down and red to stop.” He looked at you as if waiting for you to say something.

“Oh, do you want me to-” A slap was delivered to the right side of your face.

"Did I say you could talk? Did you even listen to my orders?” He spoke low and hoarse.

“I was jus-” Another slap on your face, this time on your left side.

"I'm going to beat you until you learn to respect me." He spoke darkly. “What’s your color, slut?”

"Green." You looked at him with a red cheek.

He grinned and ran his knuckles across your cheeks.

"Now," He walked away and went to the counter near the wine rack and picked up something that looked like a strip of fabric."I'm going to wash your dirty mouth with my cum.”

His raw words went straight to your core, making your panties wet.

Eddie turned around and you could see what he had in his hands, a red sash that he probably grabbed from one of the wine boxes.

You wet your lips and looked wide-eyed at the red cloth and then at his face, as if asking what he intended with that.

"Oh, this? You didn't think I'd let those dirty hands touch me, did you?" He said, smirking. “Oh no, baby, you have to earn the right to touch me, to feel me, and for now you just showed me what a bitch you are.

His words penetrated your mind and slowly traveled through the hottest part of your body until they reached your pussy.

He could see the effect his words had on you, and his plan was to ruin you, to use and abuse you in ways that would make you come crawling back to him.

"Now, be a good girl and put your arms behind your back and cross your hands.”

You remained standing in the same place, without moving a muscle.

“Very petulant, aren’t we?” He walked over and slowly surrounded you as if you were his prey, his eyes kept focused on your face to watch your reactions.

He stopped behind you, lightly running his hand over your uncovered shoulders, his palms and fingers had a rough texture causing goosebumps as it ran down from your shoulder to your wrist.

Abruptly he took your hand and brought it to your back, repeating the same with the other.

You tried to fight against his strong, big hands holding you down, but you couldn't deny that you were enjoying what was happening too much.

"If you think that fighting will make me lose interest, you are very mistaken, it is only making me want to ruin you even more." Was whispered hoarsely in your ear.

You let out an audible gasp at the feeling of his lips on the sensitive spot on your neck.

This man...He wasn't like the others, he had unusual control over your body, almost as if you were trapped in hypnosis.

He finished tying your hands and walked back to where he was. In front of you.

"Color?" He asked.

"Green." He hummed and nodded.

"Kneel, now." He put his hands in his pockets.

You looked at him with narrowed eyes and turned your face to the side.

You waited for another slap or curse that never came, instead, he took you by the arm and led you to where he wanted, forcing you to your knees.

Your knees collided heavily with the ground, making you let out a hiss of pain. You looked up and saw Eddie staring at you while smirking.

"You look beautiful on your knees, the perfect place for you, worshiping your master and putting that filthy mouth to good use.” He said admiring you. “I'm dying to see you choke on my cock.”

You rubbed your thighs together to relieve some of the ache on your core and the hot feeling in your lower belly. You bit your bottom lip and looked at him with deer eyes, his large, imposing figure brought out a feeling of wildness in you.

"Oh, do you like that? I bet you'd do everything I said if I untied you right now and let you blow me.” The humiliation he caused was cruel, but so good.

You shook your head when he finished speaking.

“No? Okay, let's do it differently now.” He opened the button of his pants and the zipper. “Beg me to let you suck me off.”

You shook your head again.

He let out a dark chuckle.

“You really want to do this the hard way, don't you?” He slid his hand through your hair and held tight to the base of your neck, making your scalp burn and your head jerk up at an uncomfortable angle. “We can do it the hard way, but I can't promise that I won't do what I want with you, use you as my sex toy and you won't be able to do anything against it.”

You barely had time to process his words, when you felt the other hand that wasn't in your hair grab your cheeks and squeeze them tightly, making your mouth turn into a pout. His grip was strong and it was starting to hurt, with his index finger he forced entry into your lips pushing your jaw down so that you opened your mouth.

He released your cheeks and used his middle finger along with his index finger, he pushed your jaw until your mouth was wide open for him.

“Stick out your tongue.” You obeyed for the second time that night.

His face slowly lowered and he spat on your outstretched tongue.

“Swallow.” You made a disgusted face and denied. "I'm not asking, I'm ordering."

You retracted your tongue and swallowed the hot, sticky saliva.

"I could say you're a good girl, but you still need discipline." He let go of your hair and removed the hair tie that tied his hair, the cascade of salt-and-pepper-flecked brown strands falling down his covered shoulders.

You watched his movements cautiously, trying to guess what the next step he would take would be.

"I still haven't forgotten the words that came out of your mouth, and I'm still going to make sure you can't speak for the next few days." He spoke and unbuttoned the buttons on the black tunic he wore. “You have no idea what I'm going to do to you.”

He smiled darkly and threw the tunic in some corner of the cellar, and finally you could see what he was hiding under those clothes.

An expanse of alabaster skin covered in black traces of countless tattoos, you could make out a Chinese dragon that started on his bicep and ran down his chest until it ended at his thin waist, a goat skull with long horns and a coiled snake was drawn on the In the middle of his chest, inscriptions in illegible handwriting were tattooed on both sides of his hips and down his groin.

The rest of his tattoos looked like drawings of otherworldly things, demons, plagues and grotesque things.

As he looked down at you, you ran your eyes over every bit of skin you could.

You caught the movement of his hands going down to his pants and hooking his fingers into the waistband of his underwear.

He pulled down his underwear along with his pants in one quick movement, making your eyes widen and you swallow dry.

His half-hard dick bobbed up and down, slapping above his belly button. It was big, at least 9 inches and it was so thick that you weren't sure it would fit in your mouth, let alone your pussy. His cock was long and slightly curved to the right with a protruded vein on the underside of it, the tip was flushed red and leaking a little bit of precum, his balls were hanging heavy and full of cum, asking to be sucked.

You were on the same level as his cock, watching as one of his large, ringed hands stroked his member in front of you.

“Open.” He commanded.

You did so without question, sticking out your tongue.

He tapped the head of his dick a few times against your tongue to get it wet.

He let you run your tongue from base to the tip, wetting the shaft and sucking softly the head.

"Mmm...I knew that mouth was good for something." His hand gripped your hair again.

He didn't warn you as he shoved his entire dick into your mouth in one quick movement, making you choke and tears well up in your eyes as spit ran out of your mouth.

You tried to move your head back but he held it before you could move, you couldn't breathe properly and his cock wasn't even halfway in your mouth.

"I didn't say you could stop, keep going." He said looking down and breathing heavily at the feeling of your hot mouth.

You tried to mumble but he just pushed further, making you gag and a trail of spit come out of your mouth and down your chin. Your vision began to darken from the lack of oxygen and your eyes began to feel heavy.

You felt him pull out his cock and gasped for air, your lungs burned intensely as you coughed trying to normalize your breathing.

"Already? I thought you were better than that." He mocked.

You looked at him through your lashes with an angry expression.

He lifted your head again and held his cock with his other hand, tapping it against your lips.

"Come on, open your filthy mouth, I'm not done with you yet." Once again he forced the cock until it touched the back of your throat, choking you and gagging you even more. Your eyes were blurry with tears, your jaw burned from the stretch as his cock abused your mouth and throat nonstop.

“Fuck…So wet and hot f’me, yeah?” He asked breathless.

He was fucking your mouth with such a force that you were sure it would leave a bruise and a sore throat after this.

Every thrust sends his dick more down your throat.

Suddenly he pushes your head towards his crotch and puts his entire dick in your mouth, making you roll your eyes with so many sensations.

His moans reached your ears, making a puddle form in the fabric of your panties and run down your thighs.

"Stay like that, don't move...Fuck." He threw his head back, staring at the ceiling. "I'm going to fucking destroy your pretty little mouth." He said pulling out a little and looking at you again.

He fucked your mouth harder again, the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat painfully making your spit run down the corners of your mouth.

His heavy cock bulged in your throat, cutting off your breathing and abusing your mouth even more.

"Fuck...I’m gonna clean your mouth with my cum, make you swallow it all like a good slut." His thrusts became erratic and you knew he was close.

Your head started to feel heavy again as you couldn't breathe properly and your vision became dark.

“Shit! Breathe through your nose.” He laughed pleasantly when he saw you struggling.

You did as he told you, and when you felt ropes of hot cum spurt into your mouth he plugged your nose and pushed his pelvis into your face, making you cough with a mouth full of cock, as spit and cum ran down your chin and neck and into the neckline of your dress.

He removed himself from your mouth and let you breathe, holding your hair so you wouldn't pass out and fall to the floor from lack of air.

"Now, swallow it all." He bent down and held one of your cheeks to look at you, he smiled when he saw your makeup all smeared on your face and your eyes full of tears.

You were so angry with him that you didn't even think straight before spitting all the white liquid onto the floor and looking at him angrily.

You saw his eyes darken and his hand grab your neck and squeeze, lifting you from where you were kneeling. He dragged you to the rustic wooden table and pressed you tightly against it, hurting your lower back.

"You think you're tough, right? Let's see if you really are." He growled and put both hands on your waist placing you laid on the table.

"W-what are you doing?" Your throat is raw from the abuse.

"Showing what I do when people disrespect me." The sound of tearing fabric echoed in the room and you felt the cold wind on your hot skin.

"You ripped my dress? What the fuck?" You tried to scream but your voice came out hoarse and cracked.

"If I were you I'd worry about other things, like starting to apologize to me." You didn't know if you were crazy, but you were sure you saw his eyes quickly change to a blackish hue.

You were about to retort but the feeling of his fingers twisting your hard nipples made you let out a yelp.

"Do you think you can talk to me however you want?" Your eyes filled with tears. "I am your master and you owe me respect."

You nodded wanting to get rid of the pain in your nipples.

"Now you've decided to respect me? What a shame, you missed your chance to show that you're a good girl." He released your nipples and ran his calloused hands over your chest.

You were relieved to see that he had released your nipples.

But it didn't last long as he lowered his head and took one of them into his warm mouth, sucking hard making you whimper.

"It hurts..." You said trying to free your still trapped hands.

"Oh, really?" He asked and bit down hard.

You screamed in pain and hot tears slid down to your hairline while you closed your eyes.

Eddie stood up as he looked darkly at your lying body covered only by your soaked panties and the remains of your dress.

"Do you think you can take me?" Your eyes opened quickly when you heard the question.

"N-no, please..." You said shakily.

"Are you scared of me?" You nodded. "Oh, don't be scared, I just want to feel you."

"It's going to hurt, I don't want it." You said watching him start to take off your panties.

"You'll like it, I promise." He said calmly manipulating you.

He removed your panties and you closed your legs, his hands held your knees forcing them open for him.

“Stop…” You turned your face away.

"Oh, do you want me to stop?" His calloused hands reached down and caressed the fat of your inner thighs.

The calluses on his hands were rough against your skin and gave you goosebumps. You tried to concentrate on what you were going to say but it didn't work out very well.

"I...Stop..." You tried to protest but his hands felt too good on your thighs

“Whad’ya say?” He mocked and used his thumbs to spread your pussy lips, exposing your wet entrance to him.

He didn't give you time to respond as his finger passed lightly over your clit making you jump a little and went down to your entrance, collecting your wetness.

He brought his finger up to his nose and sniffed, rolling his eyes at your scent.

He quickly got down on his knees and used both hands to spread you wider.

"I want to taste you before I make you scream on my cock." His tongue licked a fat stripe from your entrance to your clit.

You let out a moan as you felt his sinful tongue run through your folds and explore your pussy.

Eddie closed his eyes and revealed in the taste of you, his tongue prodded your entrance and penetrated your tight channel.

Despite the warm, pleasurable sensation, something was wrong. That didn't look like a human's tongue.

"W-what?" You whimpered as you felt his wet muscle rub against that spot inside you.

"E-Eddie..." You called his name and he snapped his eyes open.

You gasped when you noticed his completely black eyes.

The corners of his mouth turned up when he noticed that you had gotten it all figured out. Eddie wasn't human.

He stopped stroking inside you with his tongue and stood up.

"What the fuck is go-?" You couldn't finish your sentence because he pulled you to the edge of the table by your legs.

"What's happening, my dear, is that you're about to get fucked by the Devil himself." His right hand held his hard cock and slid it between your pussy lips.

You couldn't form a coherent thought with the way he slid his dick through your pussy and the tip nudged your clit.

You were a moaning mess beneath that man – Devil, but you didn't regret it.

“Say that you adore me.” He tapped the head of his cock on your clit and slid it to your entrance. “"Beg me to take you, ruin you."

“P-please…I’ll do…I’ll do anything.” You didn't care about looking desperate.

“Anything?” He asked and pushed his whole cock in your cunt, bottoming out.

“Yes, yes…” The stretch was too much for you but it was so good to have him fully inside you. “Oh, god.” You felt a slap on your face.

“Not God, just me.” He started to thrust slowly, giving time for you to adjust at his size. “Fuck, such a tight pussy, gonna fill this hole with my cum.

You shook your head at him, you forgot you weren’t on birth control.

“N-not inside…” Your eyes were rolling to the back of your head, his cock caressed every part of you.

He gripped your neck and growled.

“This pussy is mine now, so don’t tell me what I can do with her.” He started to pound violently into you, shaking your whole body with the force.

“Oh fuck, shitshitshit…” The head of his cock was hitting your cervix, making your mouth hang open and you let out strangled cries.

Eddie ducked his head down and let a globe of spit fall from his mouth to your cunt, using to rub your clit with his thumb while he fucked you with vigor.

You clenched down on him and he let out a guttural moan.

“There’s no way in hell that I’m letting you go after this.” His voice was different now, it was like a million of Eddie’s were talking at the same time.

His grip on your neck tightened and he made you look at him, staring at his black orbs and seeing your reflex in them, you felt something changing in him but couldn't say what it was.

He was staring so deep in your eyes that you were sure he could see your soul, his thrust became inhumanly fast and hard, almost knocking you off the table.

The sides of his mouth turned upwards and fangs could be seen as he smiled strangely at you, you were so lost in pleasure that you let your head fall backwards and rolled your eyes.

And for the first time that night he kissed you.

The kiss was intense and full of lust, his tongue caressed yours and explored your mouth that was wide open, you felt his fangs rasping your bottom lip and he bit hard at it, making you whimper from pain and pleasure.

Little do you know that he was planning to take your soul to him.

He let go of your lip and stared down intensely at you.

“Say it.” You felt your orgasm approaching as he rubbed your clit frantically and your cunt tightened even more around him, almost like a vice. “Say my name.” He growled with that voice.

“Eddie, please…” You didn’t know what you were asking for. “Please take me.” No, that wasn’t what you were going to say. Why couldn't you think or talk?

“Your wish is my pleasure…” And again that voice. “I own you, your body and soul, your heart and mind, and…And you fucking owe me too.” He said and you felt his cock twitching inside you.

You felt the coil in your lower belly tightened and your open legs started to tremble with the force of your orgasm.

“C-close…” That's all you managed to say before the coil snapped and your vision went white while you felt the intensity of it. He didn’t slow down or stop rubbing your sensitive nub, he just continued chasing his orgasm until he painted your gummy walls white.

His thrust became erratic and he started to curse under his breath, you were all aching with the force of him pounding your pussy for what felt like hours.

His dick started to twitch and he let his pelvis flushed against your ass as you felt the hot spurts of cum paint inside your cunt, he threw his head backward and enjoyed the feeling of his orgasm while he still was inside you.

He looked at you again with those black eyes and removed himself out of your abused hole, watching as his cum ran down your entrance to your tight hole and pooling on the table down your ass.

He sat you on the table and freed your hands from that red cloth, bringing each one of your wrist to his lips and kissing the bruises.

He looked at you softly and put your hands down, bringing his own to hold your waist and stroke the skin there.

“You know…I lied about the thing with my name and not showing my face.” He took you by surprise

“What do you mean?” You had a confused look on your face.

“The truth is that I can’t put my face in those walls ‘cause I have so many faces that I lost count, also, that is my real name too.” He said like it was something casual.

“The…Banished?” You still were lost.

“Yep, the one God banished from paradise.” He looked at you intensely as you opened and closed your mouth looking for something to say. "But that's a conversation for another time, you and I aren't done here yet, darling."

And that's how you found yourself with your soul trapped by the Devil, or rather, The Banished.

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