Scarcity
demon!Sukuna x virgin fem!reader
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Warnings: DARK CONTENT!!! Somnophilia, noncon, dubcon, drugging, double penetration, Gore/violence, edging, trueform Sukuna, monsterfucking squirting, belly bulge, drugging, Corruption, virginity loss,(all the mouth hands ya feel), Biblical references and scripture, dark fairytale-esque language
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A/n: REUPLOADED FROM OLD BLOG Ok hello, so here's the thing, this is veryyyyy different from my normal writing but I wanted to try something different this year. This fic contains DARK CONTENT. There is also a heavyyyyyy amount of Christian lore and beliefs in this one. Mostly about angels and demons and sin and blah blah blah. So yeah please heed the warnings on this one. I'm so very very happy I was finally able to finish this up because as yall saw I have been STRUGGGGLLLLIIINNNNGGGG with writing recently. So yeah I hope yall enjoy this. Happy Halloween!
F A M I N E
“Behold, days are coming,” declares the Lord God,
“When I will send a famine on the land,
Amos 8:11
Starvation has a peculiar way of drawing out wickedness in the purest of souls. It squeezes every ounce of sincerity until there’s nothing left but a shell of iniquity. Your step mother falls victim to this as it has festered in her for weeks. She has whispered in your papa’s ear, evil little things she hides behind the mask of “doting wife”.
You are carefree, lovely, virtuous, and caring, reminding your papa of your late mother and all her beauty. You take good care of your papa, cooking and cleaning. He has always spoken to you with love and adoration, a sense of pride for the daughter he has raised. A good woman who knows her scripture, who doesn't live in sin.
“My little flower, you are a warrior. Your strength is found in your faith. Do not become corrupt, treat all with kindness and follow the Lord. Only then shall you fulfill your purpose. My sweet sweet little flower.” His words stay ingrained in your mind. You’ve never wanted anything more than to make your Papa proud.
It is no secret you are his favorite and it is no secret your stepmother despises it. She sneers at you from the shadows and curses your name, plotting to get rid of you so she may have your papa to herself.
Your sweet oblivious papa hangs on every word of his lover, despite his undying love for you. And so, she takes it upon herself to rid them of your extra mouth to feed.
The eve of your 20th birthday, she decides she must be rid of you. The shrew works your papa’s resolve, bending him to her will and he is putty in her hands. She convinces him to sell you to a family more suited to keeping you happy and well fed.
She forces you out of bed in the dark of the night however, threatening you not to make a peep lest she bring about a pain that is far worse than your empty rumbling tummy. She guides you into the forest and tells you to walk until you can’t anymore. The ax in her iron grip held high in malice.
“And if you should return, I shall make sure your papa knows you are a demon masquerading as his lost child. And he shall slay you in anguished rage,” she spits through her teeth.
Her usual lovely face twisted with ugliness and it’s as if she herself has been possessed by a demon. You walk into the forest and don’t look back. It is the last time you see your house and the last time you see your family. You venture deep into the woods with no future in sight, with only yourself to depend on.
The leaves in the canopy rustle and sound as if whispering of your impending doom. You have wandered for hours now into the dangerous wood. A crow caws and lands on a branch next to you, a gray decomposed lump hanging from its beak. The crows’ daunting black wings echo through the dark forest before you are left in a bone-chilling silence. The wind stops and all is quiet, save for the trembling breath of one lost soul.
Despair is all that remains. Despair and hunger. Hunger that has yet to turn to the bleeding madness of starvation. How long can the body last without sustenance? Twenty-one passes of the moon across the sky? Twenty-five when your body turns in on itself and dissolves your sinewy skin into nothing.
“What shall I do?” you whisper to yourself, a cloud of chill escaping your shivering lips.
Come to me.
A voice you believe to be the moon overhead beckons to you and guides you deeper into the forest with its light. A whisper, faint yet commanding, pulls your eyes into the dark abyss. It assures you of its safety and that the animosity is all in your head.
Come find me.
G L U T T O N Y
"When thou sittest to eat with a ruler, consider diligently what is before thee.
- Proverbs 23:2
The forest is less daunting in the morning. It is almost tranquil and protective save for the black crows that shadow your clumsy movements through the trees. The sun peeks through the canopy, illuminating the lush greenery of the forest floor. It is soothing and warmth runs through you.
You walked all night long, wandering deeper and deeper, scared and shivering. Your stomach growled loudly, drawing every creature in the forest to your presence.
The forest teems with life, some not as friendly and docile as the animals who visited your home on the outskirts of the forest. But the forest is the least of your concerns. Food was scarce even when you lived with your papa, small portions cut even smaller to preserve stock.The sun shining through the blanket of trees may be more welcoming, but it illuminates the true enemy.
“Perhaps I will find a village, or a stream to drink from,” you speak aloud to drown out your rumbling stomach.
It gurgles and you grasp it, desperately trying to quiet it as your forehead wrinkles in frustration. You’re unaware of any villages in this direction of the forest. In fact, you’ve heard of many young women going missing in this forest, never to be heard or seen from again.
Walking is miserable, the forest provides no nice scenery, every tree looks the same and at one point, you’re sure that you’ve passed the same tree three times. You pass the time by dreaming of sweet honeyed bread, glistening in the sunbeams streaming between the trees. Juicy decadent fruits that would drench and drip down your chin when you bite into it, and tart warming wine, you’ve only been allowed a taste on holidays.
In your daydreams, you’re treated like a queen, food is brought to you on silver platters and you gorge on sweets. Your papa smiles and tells you he’s proud of you.
Many times a man dressed in fancy clothes like the princes you used to read about in your books comes to pledge his love for you. His hair was pink like the sweets in the bakery, his eyes brown as the wood of the trees, and a warm smile beckons you in close. You giggle and bat your lashes as he holds your hand and kisses your knuckles gently.
It is a welcome distraction from the pull of the unknown. Something teems in your belly, something other than hunger. A taut string tugs on your heart and guides you through the winding trees. You do not know where it leads you, you just know you must go. You walk and walk until the sun slinks away to the west for a job well done.
Seven days you wander alone in the forest on a stomach that has been empty for nine.
Through the thicket and pointed brush, lies a cottage in a clearing, sitting and blocking the bleeding retreating sun. Vines climb the exterior, small white flowers bloom from the green ropes and hang like delicate little bells above the entrance. You push past the harsh branches as they dig into the fabric of your dirty shift and tear open your skin.
The cabin looks as if it’s a gift from the Lord. He’s sent you safety and perhaps a savior in the form of a young man, with peculiar colored hair. He seems removed from this world, like he doesn’t belong here, but his smile is warm and when he approaches you his arms are outstretched in welcome.
He catches sight of you as you stumble into the clearing, and as you hobble toward him, you sink on weak knees and beg him for help.
“Please…I have been walking for days, with no food… p..please…help…” you beg as you crawl to him.
Your body is weak, your eyelids are heavy, your limbs are shaking and before you know it, you slip into unconsciousness.
When you wake, you're met with an amiable smile from a handsome young gentleman you believe you’ve seen before.
“I am glad to see you wake from your deep slumber,” the man replies warmly. You blink at him, sunspots dancing in your vision.
The man before you is straight from your dreams, surely you must still be sleeping. The man who fed you sweets and honeyed breads in your daydreams now sits before as your savior. Perhaps as an omen of good faith.
Inside the cottage, it smells like baking bread and burning wood. It’s warm, homey, with a hint of sawdust in the air. A fire crackles in the hearth and a pot of something boiling makes your cold limbs shiver.
“Can you speak?” The man asks warily. His voice is gentle and soothing. He seems trustworthy. Perhaps an even clearer sign of the savior God sent you.
“Y..Yes...Where am I?” You ask peering around the room.
“This is my home,” he replies, a sense of pride swelling in his words.
“And who are you?” You ask with a hopeful lilt. You wish to know the name of your savior so you shall never forget him.
“Yuuji Itadori,” he bows politely to you as you pull yourself up on the cot. “Now might I know your name?”
You glance down, suddenly embarrassed about what happened last night. You were pathetic, like a babe toddling through the woods and crawling to him.
Yuuji is looking at you expectantly, patiently, almost kindly. There is no judgment in his eyes, no disgust, nothing but kindness. When you look back at him, he is smiling softly.
There is nothing wrong or shameful. He is everything good. You nod at him, offer a tentative smile and speak your name.
“Do you feel well enough to eat? ” Yuuji asks.
You nod, feeling much better than you have in days after the long rest. The smell of cooking meat makes your mouth water. Yuuji stands then and brings you a gown of fresh white cotton. The shift you currently wear is covered in mud, dried thorns and dead leaves twist into your hair.
"You can wash up for dinner in the garden out back. I've heated some water for you. I'll set the table and see that your rumbling belly is nice and full when you return."
The hot water on your skin is heavenly. It washes away all of the muck and grime of the forest. The twigs and dead leaves in from your hair float on the surface of the leftover water in the washtub. You wonder why you’ve not heard of Yuuji, why you’ve never heard of a man living out in the forest alone.
You shake your head, it is blasphemous to pick apart a blessing. When you return into the cottage, you find Yuuji delicately placing platters of food onto a long wooden table.
“Where did you get such a bounty?” you ask, remembering the way the famine swept through the countryside.
“I suppose I have been blessed by the Lord. The scourge never touched my crops. It is because of him that I’m able to share this meal with you,” Yuuji explains. He beams proudly.
He closes his eyes and mutters a thank you to the Lord above. The getsure soothes you instantly and you smile and send praise to the Lord as well.
You nod with understanding, tiptoeing softly toward the table to take a seat. “My papa says I am a Warrior of God. That my faith shall not falter as long as I draw breath,” you say with pride and a raised chin.
Yuuji raises an eyebrow but smiles with charm and delight. “Well my papa told me to take a wife whose faith burned as bright as the Sun.”
He does not see the heat fill your cheeks, but he takes your quick turn from his view as a sign of unease and very quickly seeks to comfort you.
“Oh but do not worry. I will not force myself upon you. I only wish to see you fed and in good health before you head out for the village not far from here. I can be your escort,” he explains.
You smile again at him, batting your lashes, “That is very kind of you.”
“‘So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for–
“–this sums up the Law and the Prophets, ”you finish the scripture with a radiant smile and Yuuji seems more than impressed.
“There is nothing more beautiful than a woman who knows the word of God,” he says, gently taking your hand and kissing your knuckle.
Your heart flutters in your chest and for the first time since being forced from your home, you feel as if the sun will stay out upon your glorious communion.
Yuuji gestures to the large spread of food on the table as he sits a plump roast in the center.
“Please, sit, eat, partake in the food at my table. And then you must rest, regain your strength. Tomorrow is the Sabbath and we rest on that day. I shall escort you to the village on the morn after.”
The spread of food before you is nothing like your delirious daydreams. The food is better. The meat is decadent, the fruit is tart and luscious. You grab a spectacularly ruby red apple. The skin is shiny, glistening like sunshine dancing on the surface of clear water.
You bring the apple to your lips, it looks too perfect, too delicious to be eaten. You feel as if it’s wrong to eat it. There’s a warning sign going off inside your brain and you slowly put the apple back down on the table.
Yuuji clears his throat. “You don’t enjoy the taste?” he asks with a curious smirk. You smile politely back to him.
“No it isn’t that. Everything tastes like it’s out of a dream. It just… looks too perfect to eat,” you reply sheepishly.
Yuuji chuckles, stands and walks over to your end of the table. Gently, he folds a finger under your chin and smiles down at you.
“Food is meant to be eaten,” he replies. He picks up the apple and places it into your outstretched palm. It feels heavy and forbidden but you raise it to your lips as Yuuji watches you with bated breath.
You bite into it and juice spills down your chin. It is more than delicious, it is decadent. You think you can taste heaven in this one bite and soon you lose all control over your body and stuff bite after bite of the food before you into your mouth.
You feast the entire night, until you can no longer hold another crumb inside your belly. Sleep follows quickly behind your satiated hunger. Your eyelids once again feel heavy, you’re drowsy, woozy as the room starts to spin. You’re not sure you can make it to the cot, so you rest your head on your arms in front of you on the table.
The last thing you think before slipping into a deep sleep is that the food on the side of the table where Yuuji sat, was untouched.
L U S T
But each person is tempted when he is lured and enticed by his own desire. Then desire when it has conceived gives birth to sin, and sin when it is fully grown brings forth death.
-James 1:14-15
Starvation has a peculiar way of drawing out desperation. And Sukuna is desperate. He’s been sitting in this weak, pathetic, human state for seven hundred years. He’s been cast out by the foolish townspeople and labeled a heretic for his crimes.
Seven hundred years Sukuna has been on the prowl for someone to delight in. They all ran, cried, and feared him. Called him a monster, a witch that stole beautiful women and dragged them away to steal their souls and consume their bones.
Perhaps some of it lay true, the feast of women he’d partook in may have been right to call him such. But those women weren’t right for him and it’d be a shame to let them go to waste.
Those fools were mistaken. Sukuna would never be compared to something so lowly. He is divine. A divine creature and he deserves the finest things the world has to offer.
Seven hundred years, Sukuna has searched for someone worthy of being devoured by him.
And then he found you.
Famine brought you to him. A scarcity driving you away from the comforts of your home, a stepmother easily influenced by the wicked whispers he spilled into her ear. Under the guise of a friendly stranger in the woods, a fool named Yuuji, he led you into his domain.
Sukuna can hardly believe his eyes. Flesh so lovely, supple and soft. Ripe for the taking sitting in his cottage. Long has he watched you from the shadows of the trees, eager to take you and make you his. Never blind to your beauty and grace.
Many nights he craved you but it was not until he saw you, mature and blooming beautifully that his cock stirred and longed for you. And why shouldn’t he? Does he not deserve an ounce of pleasure?
You were perfect, untouched, untainted, untarnished. Pure.
You sleep in a bed of soft feather blankets, long lashes brushing the soft apples of your cheeks. The gown you wear clings to you, clings to every curve of your hips and breast, spreads across your pert nipples. You look good enough to eat, to sink his teeth into, to mark you and make you his.
Sukuna won’t take you just yet, keen on seeing your eyes when you gaze upon him in his glory, in his true form. For now, he will settle gazing at your sleeping form, cock twitching and leaking as it slaps against his thigh.
In the pale moonlight your skin is smooth and he can’t help but run a hand over your fevered skin. It’s soft, pliable under his rough hands. He’s careful not to break the skin with his claws but he settles for just a little taste of you.
He climbs over you in bed, pulls the fabric up to pool around your hips where your hair covered pussy sits like the holy grail in front of his very eyes. To take a sweet sip of your delicate flower, he rests his tongue against your bud nestled in the bush of coily hair.
Soft sighs, desperate mewls, sensual moans, like music to his ears. Your soft sweet voice is more delicate than an angel’s wings. How lucky he is to have stumbled across something so precious. How much he’s longed to touch the heated skin of a woman worthy of his cock and talent.
And how lucky you’d be to have him, a man, no a god, feasting on your angelic little cunt. You’d forever be known as the one who provided nourishment for a god.
Sukuna will have you. He shall have you begging for him, he will taste the sweet nectar of your cunt, push inside your untouched heat and ravage you.
And only then, will you be blessed with the pleasure he seeks to give you.
Sukuna closes his eyes, savors the moment, relishing the sweetness of your breath, the sounds of your pleasurable cries, your whimpers and moans. His fingers are itching to trace his way through the folds of your body, to find that sweet spot that drives you mad with desire.
Your skin is warm beneath his fingers, burning hot and he wonders if he should pull off your clothes or simply stroke himself all night long.
His tongue darts out to lick his own lips, eyes still closed as he indulges himself in the memory of your soft curves, the feel of your silken skin, slick with sweat. He shudders, his cock hardening further.
It would be such a simple matter, slipping a finger inside you. But then again. That would just ruin the experience. Not only because he doesn’t want to get caught but also because he enjoys torturing his prey.
A smile tugs at his lips. The time will come and you will wake and then you will be his.
J U D G M E N T
No, I strike a blow to my body and make it my slave so that after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified for the prize.
1 Corinthians 9:27
Your eyes flutter open and you peer up at the ceiling. You don’t remember falling asleep or carrying yourself back to the cot. You pull yourself up and search around the now dark candle lit room. The quiet is sinister, the forest is exceptionally quiet outside the windows.
You gulp, swallowing your fear and unease. Where did Yuuji go? Did he abandon you?
“Yuuji?” you call out into the darkness and there is movement in the shadows. You can only make out the shape of a man across the room from you. Broad shoulders and a towering frame as he steps closer to you.
He is still enveloped in shadow and you tilt your head and squint into the darkness for a better view.
Again you attempt to call out to him, “Yuuji? Is that you?”
“Afraid not, pet.”
A voice speaks and it chills your bones.
“Who are you?” you whimper into the darkness.
It is not Yuuji’s voice and that is confirmed when the imposter steps into the light.
He is no longer Yuuji, though he looks very similar. He is something you’ve never witnessed. He is a monster.
“Search within yourself, you know my name,” the creature purrs despicably.
You do not know how you know, but it only takes seconds for you to search within your mind for a name. It is a wicked name, a cursed name. The name of a demon.
“Sukuna.”
Before your eyes Sukuna changes into a beast you’ve never dreamed of. His limbs sound as if they’re breaking, a sickening cracking coming from his body as he transforms. A beast with many arms that towers so tall above you, your neck aches as it cranes to look up at him. His smile is wicked, drool pours from his lips as his tongue unfurls from behind his teeth.
Sukuna crouches down, his mouth opens and he speaks in a deep gravelly tone that sends chills down your spine. “Come to me.”
There is no denying it any longer, even if you wanted to. This is a demon standing before you. You’re about to be eaten alive. You swallow thickly, trying your hardest to keep your legs under you as you shuffle towards the edge of the bed, his words echoing in your mind as you do.
Come to me.
Sukuna’s large hand cups your cheek, gentle and warm. “I can smell your fear. Did I scare you, my little angel?”
He smiles wider. His eyes turn a darker shade, the whites showing. A hungry gleam takes root in his dark depths. Your stomach churns and you force yourself to meet his eyes.
They’re almost black in color. Blacker than you thought possible. In your scurrying fear, you turn away, unable to stomach the terror you face but Sukuna roughly grabs your cheeks and squeezes them as he turns your eyes back to face his.
“Don’t look away, pet. I wish to drink in your fear,” Sukuna croons, leaning closer.
He presses a wet kiss to your jaw line, trailing kisses all the way down to your chin. He trails light kisses along your collarbone until his face is hovering just over your chest.
“Did I frighten you? Do you not want me anymore? Now that I am not the fool Yuuji?”
The demon lowers his head, breathing heavily onto your chest. He runs his nose along your sternum, licking along your skin with his razor sharp incisors. You gasp, trying to move back, but you’re pinned under him and he laughs, his breath hot against your breasts.
“Don’t move or I might prefer to eat you instead.”
You bite down on your bottom lip hard, tears pricking your eyes. Sukuna licks along your ribcage, tasting you. You try not to shudder at his attention but your heart pounds hard in your chest.
You shut your eyes tight, trying your best to control your breathing. He leans forward and licks between your breasts.
You jerk your head from side to side, desperately trying to get away from him, to escape his hold. To do something. But he holds you tight and pours seduction and coercion into your thoughts. He makes you want him, makes your body do things it has never done in the presence of a man. Already you feel your thighs sticky and hot and a salacious sound is trapped in your throat.
Sukuna is an evil you've not witnessed before. He is a presence that upsets the natural balance. He tips the scale toward darkness and malice. As his tongue travels down between your breasts and spirals over your belly button you feel another sensation on the back of your neck.
It is a mouth, a tongue and nibbling teeth that seems to come from the palm of Sukuna’s hand now wrapped menacingly around the back of your neck. His grip is tight and dangerous, yet you cannot help the sinful sounds of pleasure that tumbles from your lips.
Lust. This is a sin.
Your papa had instilled the seven sins into your mind. He worried for your soul and obsessed with trying to keep you pure.
Your papa would be furious if he saw you now. Legs peeling open slowly to welcome another hand with perverted thoughts and a slimy wet muscle intent on feasting on your unpicked flower.
Sukuna intends to deflower you before he consumes you and your shameful last thoughts as you stare Death in the eye, is just that you wish to feel pleasure.
You’ll allow yourself this pleasure. Let your body betray you to such a monster. You tilt your chin up as Sukuna continues to feast on your flesh. Your lips part in ecstasy, gasps leaving your mouth, breathless and raw. His hands tighten on your shoulders, holding you firm in place.
With a flick of his wrist, Sukuna grabs your arm and flips your body so you lay flat on the bed. You watch helplessly as he begins to unbutton his shirt, watches as he drops each single button. The air grows warmer and you can hear the beating of your heart, louder than your panicked breathing as Sukuna leans forward to press his forehead against yours.
“Say my name. Worship me,” his voice rasps low against you.
“Say my name and I promise I’ll make you scream and cry until you have nothing left.”
A cry of his name gives him power; it's something you must not give to him. But his fingers begin to trail down your thighs, tickling your sensitive flesh. Your whole body feels like it’s burning. Your little bud pulses with hot burning desire and you’re aware that you aren’t strong enough to continue fighting his demands.
“S…Sukuna…” You plead, unable to stop yourself.
Sukuna hums against your lips. The tip of his tongue glides along them, the feeling makes your entire body twitch and quake.
Slowly, he gives you more, kissing and sucking and biting over your smooth flesh. He nips at your breast, sucks them like a newborn babe, and bites down hard where he leaves marks in your flesh.
You feel yourself climbing a difficult mountain. Your body is convulsing, your breathing racing, every single one of your muscles tensing up as a sensation rips through your entire body. You try to bite back the wails of his name, but they burst from you like a bird from its shell.
“Sukuna! Sukuna!”
As if a blanket of abruptness had been cast over this moment, Sukuna stops all descent of your Rush down the mountain. You pause, right on the cusp of your release and the feeling makes you cry out in agony.
Tears pour down your cheeks as you catch your breath. Sukuna laughs like he’s watching a fool at court.
“That was a close one. I can’t have you squirting before I even have a chance to fill you,” he smirks and you feel a spindly thrill up your spine. It sickens you to know what he means yet your thoughts are vulgar and tainted. Already you grow more damp between your thighs at the implication.
He’s going to fuck you.
Sukuna leans down and your knees tremble under the weight of his large body. You watch him undress, watch the torn remnant of the fabric around his waist fall to the floor. His heavy manhood sits between his thighs and the identity of this monstrosity is confirmed when you see not one but two twitching muscles, large and leaking.
You shouldn’t lick your lips, but you do and he notices it with a wily smile.
“The little angel wants to be corrupted? Come to me then and I will show you a pleasure you’ve never known.”
“Y…yes…” you pant in a small voice as you gaze up at him.
You tremble with the ghosts of the release you were denied moments ago. Slowly, he lines the head of his cock to your entrance, and like a saint at the gates of heaven he enters you. You part around him like the sea, groaning and whimpering as your eyes roll to the back of your head.
He doesn’t give you any time to take a breath before you feel another wet heavy slap near your bottom. You grit your teeth as he enters you a second time, but the pain immediately bleeds into a pleasure you’ve never known.
Full. That’s the word for this sensation. You’re stuffed, gorged on depravity as both of Sukuna’s thick pulsing cocks invade your hair swept flower and puckered hole. You feel him bulge into your stomach, feel him touch a ring deep within your womb that tingles in both pain and pleasure. Your legs go numb, your jaw drops, and drool trickles from the corner of your lips.
Sukuna holds you up, one pair of monstrous hands holding your waist as he lifts you. The other pair of hands wrap around your throat and your mouth. You gasp when the lips on his palm open and he sloppily shoves his tongue into your mouth. Sukuna grinds his hips forward, pushing into you, stretching you, tainting you. And with no regards for your pleasure or well being, he pistons into you.
He uses you for his own pleasure, thrusting with loud brayish groans. He hisses foul things as he defiles you. Whispers of “tight” and “hot” and “wet” strung together with the most vulgar words he could refer to your womanhood as.
You barely recognize noises coming from your own lips. Sukuna breaks you down to your barest form. He uses you for what you're intended for, his pleasure and nourishment.
And as much as you try to fight the feeling, to cling onto any semblance of control you have left, you fail. You give in and succumb to the dark desires running rampant within you.
A small whimper escapes your lips as he withdraws, and then he pushes in a second time. Then again and again. You arch your back in response to each new thrust. You feel lightheaded, dizzying, drunk on lust and Sukuna. A deep sense of desperation wells inside of you as growls and grunts from Sukuna reach a peak.
He digs his fingers into your flesh and holds himself inside you as something hot and foreign pours into you. There’s a darkness enveloping your soul, it leaks into you with every thrust from this terrifying demon. You’ve lost your way, you’ve lost your virtue. What would your Papa say?
You are a warrior of God.
Yes, you are a warrior, which means you can fight this. As Sukuna pulls from you, spent, he tosses you back to the bed with a loud oof. The demon bends down to stroke himself, you see the tongue on his palm licking up the shaft and you swallow bile.
No, You’re stronger than the heated haze of lust surrounding you. The Lord would not abandon you. The Lord would not lead you here to your doom. He showed you this man in your dreams. There is a reason you are here.
Your strength is found in your faith.
Your arms reach out, clutching the sheets beneath you. It takes great effort to lift yourself and force your legs to stand. Sukuna’s essence dribbles down your legs and he watches you in disbelief, amazed you’re still able to stand.
“Have I not broken you enough little flower? Your petals are not yet wilted? I suppose I can give you more. I am not yet spent,” he replies, voice full of pre diagnosed confidence.
He thinks he’s won.
But he is wrong.
Something awakens inside of you, an ancient power you’ve never known, though it bustles inside your stomach with a certain familiarity. Hot white heat rumbles in your core, all over your body feels as if it is burning and again something feels as if it’ll burst from you.
Sukuna watches you in shock, yelling in a sickeningly devious voice that sounds as if it is an incantation. It no longer works on you.
You hunch over, the blinding pain of the white light enveloping you. You cry out, say a silent prayer of forgiveness because this is where you die.
The cottage is bathed in a blinding white light and you only hear Sukuna screech in pain.
Something miraculous has happened inside you, you’re healed, standing tall and strengthened in front of the monster. You hear the whipping winds of fire and large gusts of air beating rhythmically around the cottage. Your feet are no longer on the floor. You float on wings that spread so wide it bursts through the cottage windows.
“All who sin apart from the law will also perish apart from the law, and all who sin under the law will be judged by the law,” you say to the demon below you.
When you speak your voice rattles the entire cottage, glass bottles fall from the shelves and shatter near your feet. Your voice though overpowering in its glory is serene. The earth outside cracks and crumbles, rumbling violently like it’s a creature shaking a bug from its back.
Your eyes glow a piercing white light, and it fills the entirety of the room. You’re not able to see much, only the shock that registers on Sukuna’s face when he realizes his own demise is seconds away.
“You should not have this power! I took it! Your flaming sword should be cold and dull. You are not the archangel, you are weak!”
You stand above him as he cowers, dig your fingers into his hair and pull as you watch him submit to all of your power and grace. You speak The Word, sacred and true and you know it shall be the last thing Sukuna hears.
"My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever."
He’s surprisingly easy to tear apart. Sinewy flesh rips clean from bone when you dig your fingers into his hair and tug it away from his body. He doesn’t scream in pain nor does he cry in agony. His face hangs frozen in a cold dead stare as life drains from it. When the final squelch of meat tears from the ragged viscera of his decapitated body, a shower of red falls upon you and soaks into the fabric of your shift.
You bask in the bloodshed, take heed of the Evil being purged from this place and crane your neck up to the heavens.
“My Lord. It is finished.”
E M A N C I P A T I O N
But now that you have been set free from sin and have become slaves of God, the fruit you get leads to sanctification and its end, eternal life.
-Romans 6:22
Starvation has a peculiar way of drawing out wickedness in the purest of souls. It squeezes every ounce of sincerity until there’s nothing left but a shell of iniquity. Your step mother falls victim to this and you will rid your papa of her evil.
Slowly slinking through the trees, your hands are doused in red. Syrupy sticky blood clings to your palms and around the hilt of the ax you carry. Viscera dangles from the now blunt blade and splatters of atrocious crimson paint your cheeks.
The crisp white dress Sukuna graciously bestowed upon you is plastered with deep red and mahogany, like wine spilled over the pale lips of the dead.
You are the good that snuffs out the evil.
The righteousness of Heaven.
A warrior of God.
The shrew stands before you, horror painted across her face like paint on a destroyed canvas. Your eyes shine bright, your flaming sword materializing in your grip. The devil shall quake in fear tonight.
“I rid the world of evil last night. A beast walking amongst Men and now I have come to destroy the devil.”
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I Hate You... But Not Really
Eddie and you have been best friends for as long as you can remember and you’ve been crushing on him for about as long. He starts dating Chrissy however and jealousy rears its ugly head for both you and Jason. Jason has the bright idea to “date” each other to make them jealous instead. Nothing goes as planned... or does it?
Request fill for Anon, hope you like it... this one ended up being very long lol.
Minors DNI
Contains: Fake Dating/Fake Relationship (Jason/Reader), Eddie/Reader, Eddie/Chrissy, Jason/Chrissy, Bestfriend!Eddie, Virgin!Reader, A Little Bit of Angst, Loss of Virginity, Protected Sex
You had decided to take lunch in the library today, curling up with a book instead. It wasn’t that unusual for you to skip lunch and hang out in the library, you had to get away from the rowdy Hellfire boys and their antics every now and then.
However, since Eddie had started dating Chrissy, you’d spent more and more time in the library rather than be subjected to their lovey-dovey nonsense. If you had to see them, make goo-goo eyes at each other one more time you might actually explode.
God forbid she ever showed up at a Hellfire session you’d up and leave the club if that ever happened. You were trying to be happy for him, happy that he was happy, but it was hard when they just had to go and rub it in your face.
That’s where he finds you, tucked away in a corner reading quietly when he breaks the silence.
“y/l/n!” He whisper-yells as he approaches you.
“What is it, Carver? I’m not in the mood for your shit today.” His presence only serves to worsen your sour mood.
“Ok, since when did you get so sassy?”
“Fuck off, I told you I’m not in the mood. What?”
“Well, I’m… I’ve come with a proposal of sorts…” he drawls.
“Jesus Christ, get to the point.” You huff.
“Look, I know we’ve had our differences…” You scoff, he continues, “…but I think we’re both in the same little predicament.”
“Oh, yeah and what’s that?”
“You know Chrissy left me for the Freak-.”
“Hey, don’t call him that!” You can’t help but defend him, even now when you’re mad at him.
“Ok, for… Munson, and it’s kinda obvious the way you pine over him.”
“I DO NOT ‘pine’. You’ve had that same stupid joke since we were ten get over it, Eddie and I are just friends.”
“But that’s not what you want is it? You want it to be more than that and I want Chrissy to take me back, so…”
“So, what…? I’m not following.”
“Geez and I thought you were the smart one. We make them angry, jealous… we date each other to rile them up.”
“God that has to be the stupidest plan I’ve ever heard. I’m not dating you, Carver.”
“Well, you wouldn’t be… not really anyway. We’d just pretend long enough to each get what we want.”
“And why exactly would either of them even care?”
“I don’t know what’s going on with Chrissy that she’d leave me and especially for that…” You give him a warning glare, he continues, “…for him, but I know she doesn’t really love him. She loves me, I love her we… we had plans to get married-”
“Oh, wow that is pathetic, marriage? You’re fucking eighteen get over yourself. Maybe that’s why she left you.”
“No, it’s not, it was her idea actually… that doesn’t matter. Anyway, I’ve seen the way Munson looks at you, he’s got feelings for you even if he won’t admit it.”
“So, what? How would that even work?”
“We go on ‘dates’, get seen together doing couple-y shit, see how they react and go from there I guess.”
“Ok, but what ‘couple-y shit’ are we talking about here, cause I’m not fucking sleeping with you.”
“Jesus, I never said you would! It’s not like I’d want to either. I dunno like the normal stuff, holding hands, maybe some kissing that kind of thing.”
“I’m gonna need a whole lot more outta this than ‘Eddie might have feelings’ for me to do anything with you.”
“Am I really that bad?”
“Yes actually, you are.”
“Fine, I’ll pay you.”
“Eww you creep. I don’t want your money.”
“Then what will it take?”
You ponder for a moment before answering, what would it take? You reach a decision, “You have to be nicer to all the Hellfire guys from now on. Or at least civil with us, even after you get Chrissy back.”
“Ok, but what about if Munson tries to start shit?”
“Then you ignore him, be the bigger man or whatever.”
“Alright fine.” He concedes.
“Fine.” You huff back in response.
“So, like do you want to set up a schedule or something?”
You glance at the clock on the wall, “Look, lunch is almost over why don’t we just meet up on the weekend and sort out the details then…”
You reach into your backpack, pulling out a notebook and pen you scrawl across a page before tearing it out, “… here is my address, just come past around noon.”
He takes the slip of paper folding it and placing it in his back pocket, “Sure, I’ll see you then.”
He turns and saunters off while you pack away your belongings and begin heading to your next class.
He stands on your front porch and jabs at the doorbell, you’re not too far off and answer quite quickly.
“Y/l/n.” He nods his head in greeting.
“We’re going to at least have to call each other by our first names, you know?” You usher him inside, lingering in the front hall.
“Right, yeah that’s true. Ummm, do we… do we use pet names too or…?”
You shrug, continuing as you lead him through to the living room, “I mean maybe… that is something couples do.”
He looks around taking in his surroundings, “Your parents home?”
“No. No, they’ve gone out for lunch with some friends. So, take a seat I guess and let’s get to… whatever the hell this is.” You gesture to the couch.
He does so more awkwardly than you would’ve expected from him, was he nervous? No that couldn’t be it, not Mr. Cocksure Big-shot Basketball Captain.
“So, uh… y/n…” he begins, tentatively testing out your name, “how about we start with some ground rules, lay out all the do’s and don’t’s and what each of us expects from this.”
“Well, let’s start with the obvious, no sex, in fact nothing past first base. You may call me common pet names, like babe, baby, honey, when appropriate, but never sweetheart. No one can know the truth, everyone has to actually believe we’re dating and happy together for it to work. Also on that note, how did this supposedly start? Why did I suddenly get over all your years of torment and fall into your arms?”
“Ok, well that was a lot all at once. Um I guess yes to all of the aforementioned, I will add that I will pay for any ‘dates’ that we do go on. I’d feel weird if I didn’t, even if this isn’t real. Also you have to show up to my games, all the big ones at least. But as to the last part I don’t really know… I uh apologised…” he replies uncertainly, with a slight wince.
“Oh, that’s all it took you said sorry and suddenly I was swooning over you?”
“I don’t know, it was a really good apology?”
“Ok let’s hear it then. Like you mean it too.”
“What?”
“This grand apology that was supposedly enough for me to forget what a fucking jackass you are to me and all my friends.”
“O-ok… ummm y/n…” he trails off.
“Wow solid start there bud you wanna maybe continue, you didn’t even say the words ‘I’m sorry’.”
“I’m thinking ok! When did you become such a bitch anyway, thought you were all quiet and shy and shit?”
“Oooh yeah, that’ll really sell it call me a bitch-”
He cuts you off quickly, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. It’s just, this is hard, ok?”
“Can’t be harder than the shit you put Eddie and me through.” You grumble.
“Ok I’m sorry, really, I am. I don’t even know why I gave you shit, you actually seem kinda normal enough. I guess it was just ‘cause you were always around him, always defending him. Why even hang around that creep anyway?” He answers surprisingly earnestly.
“‘Creep’ isn’t any better than ‘freak’ you know.”
“See, like that always defending him.”
“He’s my friend, surely you know what that’s like or at least have some concept of it? And don’t give me some “oh being popular is a curse you never know who your friends really are’ type shit.”
“Of course, I have friends… it’s just no one has ever defended me like that.”
“Maybe ‘cause you’ve never needed it, anyway that is entirely beside the point. We’ve gotten derailed, let’s try to get this back on track.”
“You believe that I am sorry, right?”
“I believe that you think that, but it’s good enough. Just maybe leave out the bits about insulting my best friend in your apology and it’s fine.”
“I am sorry.”
“Ok, so you apologised and then what? How did it get from mutual understanding to ‘I’m madly in love with you.’?”
“As part of my apology I offered to buy you dinner, extend an olive branch so to speak. At dinner we actually hit it off and find that we don’t actually hate each other. Maybe we have some things in common and we decided to do it again.”
You hum in consideration, “Ok, sure we’ll go with that, but what do we actually have in common?”
“Not much I’d imagine, we… uhhh go to the same school, we’re in the same grade, ummm what… what kind of movies do you like, what sort of music do you listen to?”
“Well, my favourite movie genres are horror/thriller and fantasy. Music, it varies, but mainly rock I guess, like punk and alternative type stuff, I know my music taste surprises most people. I think they think that I’d have to be into like classical music or something for being so shy and bookish, even though I hang around a bunch of metalhead rockers.”
“I dunno none of that really works, I mean I don’t mind horror but it’s not my favourite. Ummm there… there is one thing that no one really knows about me…”
“Yeah, what’s that oh man of mystery?”
“Don’t… don’t make fun of me, please.”
“Why shouldn’t I?” You begin but catch sight of his pleading gaze and you fold, “Oh, alright fine, guess I’ll take my own advice and ‘be the bigger man’.”
“Thank you. Uhh… I actually like to read… like a lot, but I don’t let people see me when I do ‘cause I gotta wear these dorky glasses. I’ve had a few concussions and it’s messed with my vision.”
“Oh, ok I actually didn’t expect that at all. What sort of stuff do you read?”
“I like a lot of different things, stuff on history and war, sports… and um poetry…”
“Poetry? You, Jason Carver, read poetry?”
“Yeah, come on I said not to make fun of me.”
“No, I’m not… I’m not, it’s just not what I expected, the rest is yeah typical, I get that, but poetry? Does Chrissy know about this?”
“Yeah, she does. She also said she thinks my glasses are cute, but I don’t know, I think she was just saying that to make me feel better.”
“Ok, well I’m not all that into poetry myself, but history is alright, I guess. So, reading, we both like to read um anything else?”
“What about aspirations for after high school?”
“Well, you said you and Chrissy were thinking marriage, right?”
“Yeah, but not for a while yet, we’d have to get settled first, build careers so we can support ourselves.”
“Yeah, didn’t actually think you would’ve thought that far ahead, no offence. Personally, I’d like to get out of Hawkins for a start. Go to college, study maybe either something in writing or science, what about you?”
“Well, I’m aiming to get a basketball scholarship if I can, do something with that, but sports is kind of a high risk kinda deal. There’s no real guarantee. Not sure what my fallback could be, but I’m working on it.”
“That’s good. So, let’s recap. You apologised and took me out for dinner. I accepted and we got to know each other, found out we’re both readers and bonded over that. We shared our aspirations for after high school and agreed to do it again some time.”
“Yep, that all sounds about right, but don’t tell anyone about the glasses thing, ok?”
“Secret’s safe with me.”
“Thank you.”
“Ok, so the actual ‘dates’ is that going to be like a spontaneous thing or should we have a scheduled ‘date night’?”
“Scheduled date night sounds better to me, I can do Saturdays after practice?”
“Yeah, that works I guess, how are we going to balance your games and Hellfire though? They clash more often than not.”
“Well, can’t you guys reschedule your little cult meetings?”
“Jason,” you sigh exasperatedly, “you were doing so well too. It’s not a cult, it’s a Dungeon’s and Dragons club. And they will not reschedule for this. I can maybe get someone to sub for me every now and then, I guess.”
“It’s ok you only have to come to the big games, I’ll let you know which ones they are when they come up.”
“Sure ok, that’s settled. First ‘date’ next week, what are we going to do?”
He shrugs, “We could go to the cinema? I overheard Chrissy telling her friends that… Munson was going to take her to see ‘Pretty in Pink’.”
“Really, you want them to see us together that soon?”
“I dunno, why not?”
“Oh, no. No, we are nowhere near ready for that. It has to be really fucking believable before that happens.”
“Ok, so what do you think we should do?”
“I think the first few ‘dates’ should just be practice being around each other. Don’t try and focus on somewhere we can be seen, think somewhere we can both be comfortable.”
“I mean I’d say the library, it’d fit into our narrative, but then there’s the whole glasses thing.”
“Yeah, ok… um how about we actually go for dinner. Maybe somewhere less common for all the Hawkins High kids to be at.”
“Oh, there’s this restaurant my parents go to! It’s called Enzo’s. How about that?”
“Wouldn’t that be a little, um… expensive?”
“Yeah, but so what? I’m paying.”
“I dunno just makes me feel skeevy…”
“Don’t. I’m the one who suggested it. Think of it as reparations for years of bullying.”
“Ok, fine. Enzo’s then. When does your practice finish?”
“Four. So, we’ll make the dinner around seven, I’ll uh pick you up if you want or we could just meet there.”
“Um yeah you can pick me up, it’ll give us more time to go over our stories, get everything straight.”
“Ok cool.”
“Cool.”
“Uhh… now what?”
“Um I mean you can go…what else is there.”
“Yeah, sure I’ll go.” He stands awkwardly, you stand with him to escort him out.
He pauses at the door, “Should we… try to interact at school?”
“Yeah… nothing too extreme just yet, but yeah, I guess. Maybe just like greeting in the halls, small talk, that sort of stuff.” You shrug.
“Ok, so I guess we’re doing this… babe.”
“Uhhh… yeah I guess so… babe.” The word feels foreign on your tongue, using it to address Jason Carver of all people.
You open the door waving as he leaves and he waves back. You retreat back into the comfort of your home a little dumbfounded by how that had turned out. It was interesting, being forced to see him in a new light, as a multifaceted human being rather than just some dumb jock stereotype.
It’s like the world is working against you, any time you and Jason are together, Eddie and Chrissy are nowhere to be seen. It’s beginning to frustrate you, you know there is gossip going around the school about you two, but neither of them have given any indication that they’re aware of it.
Not even the rest of the Hellfire Club have said anything. They all know you’re seeing someone you’ve told them as much, you had to give some explanation as to why you were missing Hellfire sesions so much. They all believe you’re in a happy relationship, they just haven’t seen it yet.
You’re on yet another date with Jason, you’d missed out on this session of Hellfire Club to go to one of his games and he suggested dinner at the diner afterwards. A few of his teammates and their girlfriend’s had come too, but you insisted on your own booth, it could be so stifling being around Jason’s friends.
“So, what actually happened with you and Chrissy, if you don’t mind me asking?”
He sets down his cutlery and sighs, beginning in a hushed tone, “She started pulling away from me, don’t know what I did, it wasn’t so much like she was mad… just distant. I don’t get it.”
“Hmm, you know it may not have been anything you did, maybe she was going through some personal stuff.”
“Yeah, but why wouldn’t she tell me, I could help her. Why did she turn to… him?”
“Look I can’t answer for her personally, but sometimes when I’m dealing with my own shit I retreat into myself. Don’t wanna feel like I’m burdening others with my problems… especially those I’m closest to. Usually when I get like that Eddie is the one to pull me up, dust me off so to speak and just get me through it. He’s good like that, very observant when he wants to be, he just knows when someone’s got it rough and he wants to help.”
Jason scoffs, “Yeah alright, all the girls going to Munson… what’s he got that I don’t.”
“Did you even listen to a word I said? It’s not about you or what you can offer. She’s probably just going through something, maybe something she’s ashamed of or is embarrassed about and doesn’t want you to know. Maybe she’s just worried about how you’ll see her if you find out.”
“I would never judge her for anything, she should know that. Instead, she turned around and left me for another guy.”
“Jason have you fucking seen yourself, you can be such a judgmental, righteous prick-”
“Hey, keep it down, you don’t want someone to hear you saying stuff like that if we’re going to pull off the ‘loving couple’ shit.” He hisses cutting you off.
You lower your voice slightly leaning in, hopefully from the outside it just looks like you’re two little lovebirds wrapped up in your own little world, “… you are a bully and you’ve shown that girls aren’t off limits, why would she think she can go to you with everything.”
He has the decency to look ashamed at that, “I am sorry you know… for how I treated you.”
“Fine, ok I got that, I’m moving past it, but can you see where I’m coming from?”
“I-I think so, but what can I do… what could I have done then? What if we get back together and something like this happens again?”
“I don’t know, it’s a complex thing, you gotta be patient with her. Push but not too hard, get her to see that you won’t judge her for anything. When she really believes that maybe she will accept your help when she needs it.”
“I guess… thank you. You know I haven’t really talked about this with anyone, it’s good to get stuff off my chest.”
“Yeah, that is the general idea, when you’re going through something you need someone that will listen. And look at you turning to ‘another girl’ for support.”
He rolls his eyes, “Yeah, I get it now, ok. You don’t have to rub it in.”
“Ok… you know deep down and I mean deep, deep down you’re not so bad. You know when you actually act like a human being.”
“Oh, careful that almost sounded like an actual compliment.”
“Shove off… I mean I get why you act the way you do, I guess. I know your popularity is important to you, but is it really more important than being yourself, was it worth losing someone you love?”
“Ummm… no, no it’s not...” He concedes, “…but it is what I gotta do to get where I wanna go.”
“That’s bullshit and you know it-”
He’s getting frustrated, you can tell, the way he clenches his fists, “No it’s not. If I’m not popular, I’m not basketball captain. If I’m not captain, I don’t get the recognition. If I don’t get the recognition, I don’t get a scholarship-”
You place a hand over his, “Stop, relax its ok I’ll drop it, just keep in mind Chrissy likes you for you… I’m assuming… and if she doesn’t, she’s not worth it, but that is going to be how you win her back… by being yourself.”
“Fine.” He grumbles.
“You gonna finish those?” You point to the last few fries on his plate that he’d been ignoring.
“Nah, have ‘em if you want and then we can get out of here. I’ll drop you off at yours.”
“Thank you.”
As you stand to leave, passing the other guys from the team, Jason nods his head towards them and you give them an awkward little wave, calling out, “Bye guys, see you around.”
Andy calls back, “What you guys leaving already? Don’t wanna come back to mine? My parents are gone for the weekend, I was thinking we could… party.”
Jason answers for the pair of you, to your surprise in the negative, “Nah, sorry man gotta take my girl home she’s feeling a bit tired. You know how it is?”
Andy gives him an exaggerated wink that makes your skin crawl, “Sure do man, you kids have fun.”
You tug on Jason’s arm and he escorts you out to his car, “Ugh why’d he have to be so gross?” You groan with a full-body shiver.
He responds as he starts up the car, “Oh, come on it wasn’t that bad… and isn’t that what we want? For people to think we’re a good, real couple… real couples have sex you know?”
“So… you and Chrissy then…?”
“Of course, me and Chrissy. What… did you expect us to be celibate or something?”
“No uh… I don’t know, it’s not like I think about you with her… like that.”
“What about you… have you ever…?”
“Uhh… no, umm… it’s not that I don’t want to, I just never… I mean…”
He holds up one hand in surrender, the other still on the wheel, “Hey, it’s fine, you don’t have to explain yourself to me.”
You let out a sigh, “Ok, yeah… I am tired you know? This shit is fucking exhausting.”
“Gee, thanks. Good to know being with me is exhausting.”
“No, it’s not that, it’s just doing this is like constantly being on stage, putting on a performance… having to be so acutely aware of every action and everyone in the room.”
He’s silent for a moment, “Do you think… do you think maybe that’s how Chrissy feels with me?”
“I can’t answer for her, maybe that’s just something the two of you will have to figure out for yourselves.”
“Oh… ok.” He seems a little crestfallen.
“Sorry, I can’t give you a better answer.”
“Nah, that’s fine we’re almost at your place now.”
“We’ve gotten to know each other now, like really know each other, but there’s one thing I still don’t get.”
“Yeah, what’s that?”
“Why are you part of Munson’s little cult, I get maybe you didn’t have any other friends when we were kids but come on you could do so much better than that now.”
“Watch yourself there, Carver. You’re on thin ice…” you warn, “…and it’s not a cult. Ok, how bout I put it to you like this. That game we all play dungeons and dragons, what do you actually know about that?”
“Just that it’s some devil-worshipper thing…”
“See you’re wrong though, it’s not… at all. If anything, it’s the complete opposite cause you’re fighting against evil.”
He looks at you sceptically, you continue, “It’s just a little fantasy game, we’re not hurting anyone by playing a game. Look, you play basketball, you love basketball, there’s this whole culture around that. The way you feel about the game, your teammates, it’s not so different from Hellfire Club.”
“Yes, it is.” He protests.
“Just hear me out ok, D&D brings us together it gives us a sense of camaraderie we band together to fight the big bad evil guy, there’s strategy and an element of chance and everything can be decided by the roll of a die. I imagine scoring the final game wining point would feel the same as defeating the villain or pulling off an insane move that gets the party through untold dangers.”
“But-”
“Look, how about you just come to one of the Hellfire sessions see what it’s really like. You’ve got a bye this week, don’t you?”
“Yeah, but will they even let me through the door?”
“Yes, I’ll make sure they’re nice to you ok… but you gotta do the same.”
“I will.” You shoot him a look, “I will, I promise.”
“Good.”
“Still doesn’t explain Munson though that guy is clearly…”
You stop him in his tracks with a pointed glare, “Yes… care to finish that statement?”
“Well, what I mean to say is he’s just so… so… oh the only words I can come up with are still devil-worshipper, with all his metal music and chains and leather, what do you see in him?”
“He’s a good guy,” he looks at you sceptically, “No really, he is, all of that hard-ass attitude stuff is just like a barrier to protect himself. He hasn’t had it easy and stuff like his music helps him cope. Is it really so bad that he is unapologetically himself?”
“Y/n the guy is crazy, jumping on tables, shouting off his little rants that make digs at the rest of the school, not to mention everything else.”
“He’s not crazy, he can be a bit dramatic but he’s got a point with that stuff. Like really why? Why do we get singled out and picked on for our interests when the basketball team can be celebrated for theirs?”
You rush to add,” I mean no offence by that, but really, we’re all here just trying get by, make it through one day at a time, find happiness where we can. He gives the outcasts of the school somewhere we can belong and he’s been my friend since about as far back as I can remember, always been there for me regardless of what he’s going through. He is a good guy.”
“I mean I guess… when you put it like that. I still don’t like him though.” He grumbles.
“I never asked you to like him just be civil with him and I’ll try to make sure he does the same.”
“Fine I can live with that.”
At lunch the next day you decide to broach the topic with the rest of Hellfire. When you get there she’s there, you shouldn’t be so surprised you guess, but it had been a few days since you sat with them for lunch.
The way she was dressed today was almost enough to turn your stomach… she was wearing his Hellfire shirt. You steeled yourself, no you weren’t going to let this get to you, all the more reason to invite Jason to Hellfire.
“Hey guys!” You greet everyone as you plop down into a seat.
They reply in kind and you continue while you have their attention, “So, everyone knows I’ve been seeing someone…” they nod, “… well I kinda wanted to ask if you guys would be alright if I brought him by one of the Hellfire sessions? Just to watch of course, he said he wants to know what it’s about, so I thought the best way would be to show him.”
Eddie narrows his eyes at you, “Right why would we let some random guy-”
“My boyfriend.” You correct him.
“Whatever, your boyfriend… why would we let him sit in? We don’t even know the dude.”
“Well, there you go you can see just who he is when we both show up.”
“Yeah, and on that note, you’ve been missing a lot of sessions lately… what’s up with that? Would you even know how to play anymore?” He bites back snarkily.
Oooh, is he bitter, could this actually be working already?
“Of course, I remember how to play, it’ll be fine… please?”
“Fine, we’ll put it to a vote…” he looks around the table and the others squirm under his gaze, “right, everyone in favour of y/n’s boyfriend joining the next Hellfire session, raise your hand.”
Everyone at the table raises their hands, except you, Chrissy and Eddie, he continues with a sigh “…ok looks like he can join, but just this once.”
Dustin tries to lighten the mood, “Come on Eddie, don’t you wanna meet y/n’s new boyfriend?”
Unfortunately, that was the wrong thing to say, Eddie scoffs in response, “What difference would that make to me? He’d still be some intruder to our game.”
Gareth speaks up on your behalf, “Come on don’t be like that man, just be glad we’re getting y/n back and we’ll get to see who’s been making her so happy lately.”
“Yeah, sure whatever…” he turns to Chrissy suddenly, “Hey, sweetheart… would you like to come to the next session too?”
She offers an apologetic smile, “Uhh… no sorry babe, you know I’m not really into that stuff… but you guys have fun.”
She turns to you, “Hope your boyfriend enjoys it too.”
You try to match her cheerful demeanour without sounding sarcastic, “Yeah hopefully once he sees it, he’ll get just why I love it so much.”
There’s a heavy tension that hangs in the air for the rest of the lunch break, you keep your involvement in conversation to a minimum and finally breathe a sigh of relief once the bell rings.
You sit in Jason’s car twisting your hands nervously in your lap, “So you ready for this?”
He places a hand over yours, “Relax, it will be fine.”
“And you can promise you’ll be nice to everyone, and I mean everyone?”
“Yes, I won’t like it, but yes.”
“Thank you. And remember to keep an open mind, don’t just judge the game immediately because of what you’ve been told to think of it… please?”
“Ok, I’ll try.”
“Thank you.”
“Well, you ready to go in?”
“Now or fucking never, I guess. Hopefully we’ve done enough that it’ll convince everyone we’re a ‘happy couple’.”
“Yeah, come on.”
You hesitate again when you get to the drama room door, but he gives you a little nudge and you open it.
Everyone’s already seated at the table chatting animatedly, you call out to get their attention, “Um hey, everyone… sorry if we’re a little late-”
You’re met by flabbergasted stares and slack jaws when they turn to see you, arm in arm with Jason Carver.
Eddie is the first to speak, face set into a deep scowl, “Uh what the fuck is this, what is he doing here?”
“You guys said it was ok to bring my boyfriend. I said I was sorry for being late, but come on it’s only by a couple minutes.”
“Can I have a word with you outside?” Eddie storms over to you grabbing your arm harshly and leading you out the door, not waiting for a response.
“What the fuck was that in there? You’re dating Carver? The guy you’ve been dating… is fucking Jason Carver?!”
“Yeah… and? What’s it matter to you?”
“It matters because you’re my best friend and it’s fucking Jason Carver… you’re dating him after everything he did to me… to us?”
“Yeah well, you’re dating Chrissy what the fuck is up with that?”
“That’s different, don’t bring her into this.”
“Why? Why shouldn’t I huh? Some best friend you are, as soon as some pretty little blond shows you a smidge of attention it’s like I don’t even exist.”
“Just ugh… why did it have to be him?”
“Why did it have to be her?!”
“You can’t just throw my question back at me, at least Chrissy wasn’t the one going around calling us freaks and making our lives miserable.”
“Yeah, not like she stopped it either. And really Mr Nonconformity, you’re gonna go for the basic ass cheerleader? Way to break the mould. Really, I applaud you on that one, you’re definitely not just like every other teen boy here. All hard up over a girl in a short skirt doing her little rah-rah school spirit bullshit.”
“Chrissy is NOT like that!”
“Oh yeah, I’m sure.”
“And I could say the same about you, dating Mr Meathead Jock… that’s not any better now, is it?”
“Whatever, screw you.” You turn to go back inside.
“Screw me, no hey don’t walk away from me.” He grabs your arm again.
“Eddie, just stop.” You shoot him an angry look.
“Have you fucked him?” He hisses through clenched teeth.
“What?!” You can’t believe he just said that, where the hell did that come from.
“I said have you fucked him? He would be your first if you had, wouldn’t he?” He repeats, his tone bitter.
“That is none of your fucking business and don’t act like you haven’t slept with Chrissy.”
“Actually, I haven’t. She said she wants to take things slow and I respect that. Says she wants to wait til marriage and all that.”
“Yeah, that’s not how Jason tells it and he would know he’s actually slept with her. You sure she even really loves you? You sure you’re not just some rebound destined to fail?” You retaliate.
“What the fuck? When did you get so fucking bitchy, or is that just what taking Carver’s dick does?”
Before you know what you’re even doing you’ve reared your hand slapping him across the face sharply.
“Why don’t you ask your girlfriend what taking Jason’s dick does? She would know after all.” It’s a low blow, you regret it as soon as the words leave your lips. Regret almost everything you’ve said to him, especially when you see the look in his eyes, but it’s too late now.
It’s then that Jason pokes his head out of the doorway, “Hey…. ahhh, you guys, ok? You’ve been gone a while… the others sent me out to check on you…”
You turn to him, “We’re leaving, come on let’s go babe.”
“But I thought-”
“Yeah, never-mind…” you turn back to Eddie, who’s standing there shellshocked cradling his cheek, “I quit Hellfire by the way, see you fucking never Munson.”
You grab Jason’s arm dragging him along with you, willing yourself not to cry, just hold it in at least until you get outside, just make it outside.
When you do reach the front doors of the school you break, tears streaming down your face, sobbing.
Jason turns you to face him, “What happened? What did he do?”
“Fuck off Jason as if you actually care, there’s no one here to see it, just leave it alone, ok.”
He grabs both your shoulders, looking into your teary eyes, you turn you head away, “I do care though, what happened?”
“We had a fight obviously… this stupid fucking plan isn’t working. I told you it wouldn’t and now I’ve just lost my best fucking friend. I really fucking hate you, did I ever mention that?”
He cuts you off with a fierce kiss, you push him off of you, “What the fuck was that for?!”
“I dunno I kinda like you I guess…” He shrugs.
“Oh, no fuck off with that, I know you’re still in love with Chrissy. No one was here to see that, so what was it about really?”
“I do kind of like you though, not like Chrissy, different from that and I do still love her, but… what if we tried to make this work for real? What if those two never realise how we feel about them and it never works out?”
“No. I’m not going to be someone’s consolation prize or whatever. I don’t care if you don’t get Chrissy back, you can find someone else… maybe just be less of a ‘meathead jock’ and it’ll work out for you. Let someone see the real you for a change, the guy that reads and takes a girl out for silly little dates and cares about something other than himself.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have… you’re not a ‘consolation prize’ and you do deserve better too. Just forget about Munson… honestly, you’re better off without him.”
“Don’t know that I am… what do you want to do about this now then? Do we still ‘fake date’? Try to get Chrissy back for you, even if Eddie won’t have anything to do with me now?”
“What do you want?”
“I don’t know, I guess… I want at least one of us to get something from this, otherwise it’s all been for nothing.”
“Well, it wouldn’t be for nothing really, I mean we never would have spent time together… reconciled our differences, if it weren’t for this. You could say we’re friends now at least.”
“Yeah, I guess… and I’m gonna need a friend, just kinda lost all of mine back there in one fell swoop.” You give him a bitter, teary-eyed grin.
“Ok, so let’s do that, we continue this ‘fake dating’ thing for a bit longer, see if Chrissy will come around. If not, I’ll be here for you as a friend either way, agreed?”
“Yes… as long as you never try to kiss me like that in private again, seriously what the fuck was that?”
“I know, I’m sorry.”
Fate really had a way of shoving it your face. Before when you were with Carver, you’d never seen Eddie and Chrissy around, but now it seemed like everywhere you looked Eddie was there glaring at you. You couldn’t take it, jealousy would have been fine… but this hatred that came pouring off him in waves was like torture.
Jason could see your discomfort, your pain, he asked you multiple times if you were still ok with this plan. You powered through, one of you should end up happy from all this, right? You still couldn’t believe that in all of this Jason Carver was the one to console you, if someone would have told you that just a few weeks ago, you would’ve laughed in their face.
The rest of Hellfire give you a wide berth, but still offer little smiles in your direction when you pass them… only when Eddie isn’t around though. You wonder what he would have told them, you’re sure he can’t have painted you in a very good light, but it was too late for you to try to explain yourself to them.
That’s how you found yourself on a Saturday night, curled up on Jason’s bed watching Friday the 13th: A New Beginning. It had just come out on VHS and Jason suggested the two of you watch it to get your mind off things for a bit. He had begun to warm up to horror movies in general, still not a major fan but he enjoyed it more now… your influence maybe?
Meanwhile, Chrissy had made her way to Eddie’s trailer, with a heavy conscious. She raises her hand to knock against the door, when it opens and she jumps back slightly.
“Oh, Chrissy hey… didn’t mean to scare you. I was just on my way to see you.”
“Uh… yeah, could we go inside and talk for a bit?”
“Sure, sure come in.” He steps aside, ushering her in with a sweeping gesture.
They both stand there awkwardly, before Eddie says, “What did you want to talk about?”
She hesitates and he moves towards the couch, urging her to join him, “Come on take a seat and tell me what you need.”
She makes her way over, tentatively perching on the edge of the couch.
“So…?” Eddie prompts her.
“Ummm… there’s no real easy way to say this, but umm… I think… I think we should end things Eddie.”
“Wh-Why do you say that?” He asks nervously, he had actually been planning to go see her to break things off, maybe this’d give him an out.
“Come on isn’t it obvious? Everyone knows you have feelings for y/n. It’s even clearer now that she’s dating Jason… and I… I don’t know… I think I still have feelings for Jason too.” She hangs her head in shame.
“What? I don’t have feelings for y/n… I’m with you, why would you say that?” He splutters, unconvincingly.
“So, you’re just not going to acknowledge that I have feelings for Jason?” She huffs looking back at him.
“Well, uh… fuck… I don’t know… did you ever have feelings for me?”
“Yes… just… just not like I do for Jason. Look you helped me through a really rough time and I am grateful for that… but I don’t love you.”
He sighs, “Yeah uhhh… I-I don’t love you either… I know how bad it sounds, and I do care about you… but I think it was ‘cause you were the first girl to ever show me any interest.”
“What about y/n?”
“What about her?”
“You have feelings for her, don’t try to deny it.”
“Ok fine, I have feelings for y/n… what difference does that make? We’re just friends… fuck not even that anymore. And she’s with Jason fucking Carver, of all the fucking people she had to choose from, she picked him.” He turns away angrily, hot tears prick at his eyes.
“Jason’s not that bad of a guy really, but what if we did something to… break them up?”
“Wh-what? Why? What would that even achieve… they’re happy with each other, I can’t take that away from her… and for what? She’s not even speaking to me, won’t even look at me, it’s not like she’d come running into my arms if things ended between them.” Tears have begun to run down his cheeks, he swipes at them angrily.
“Eddie… look at me.” She implores.
He does so and she continues, “You must be fucking blind not to see that she is in love with you.”
“What are you talking about?” He hiccups out.
“Y/n, she is sooo head over heels for you, Jason even picked up on it when we were ten for Christ’s sake.”
“No, that was just some dumb joke Carver used to taunt me.”
“Are you fucking kidding me right now? She loves you, you love her…” She reinforces before adding quietly “…I love Jason.”
“Then what are we even fucking doing together in the first place?”
“I don’t know, you were there for me and things just kinda happened…”
“Ok, so what do we do now?”
“Well… I mean we are over, right? I mean we can still be friends if you want, you are a great guy Eddie, I hope you know that.”
“Yeah… uh friends, I don’t know, we’ll see about that, but thank you. Do we have to break them up though… not that I’m happy seeing her with him, but can’t we just each talk to them tell them how we really feel?”
“I mean, I guess. It would be the nicer thing to do. Do you think you could handle it though, you’ve had all this time to tell her before, why haven’t you?”
“I just couldn’t… if things went wrong, I couldn’t lose her, but now… now she already hates me. She’s already lost to me, so what’s the harm in telling her now… not like she could hate me any more than she already does. I said some horrible things to her Chrissy…” He hangs his head, pressing his palms into his eyes.
She rubs a hand over his shoulder, “Hey, if things don’t work out, I’m here for you, ok?”
“Th-thank you. Should… should we go to them now?”
“You wanna go right now?”
“Yeah, I… I don’t wanna wait ‘til whenever we see them next.”
“Ok… alright, I guess right now it is.” She stands brushing down her skirt.
Eddie stands as well moving to the door, “Did you drive here?”
“Uhh… no, I walked.”
“You what?! In the middle of the night, you walked to the trailer park? Why?” He asks incredulously.
“Umm… my brother had the car tonight.” She shrugs.
“Then why did you come?”
“I just… it couldn’t wait, it was eating me up inside. I had to get it out. Besides the exercise will do me good.”
“Don’t. Don’t start with that. You could have called you know, if you didn’t want to say it over the phone I coulda picked you up at least.”
“Well, too late now… you wanna give me a lift to Jason’s? Then you can head off to y/n’s.”
“Yeah, of course. Come on.” He grabs his keys and escorts her to the van.
You had begun dozing off against Jason’s shoulder, when the ring of the doorbell rouses you suddenly. Jason looks down at you confused, before extracting himself by your side, he leaves the movie running while he goes to answer the door.
He sees Chrissy standing there bouncing on the balls of her feet, warming her hands with her breath, he then notices Eddie sitting in the van parked in his driveway glaring daggers at him. He turns back to Chrissy, “Uh, hey what are you doing here? You wanna come in for a bit, you must be cold?”
“Uh no that’s ok, this won’t take long… I just… I had to say… I still love you, Jason.”
“What about Eddie?” He glances over at him.
It was the first time he’d ever actually said the guy’s given name, first time he didn’t have to pause before he said it, first time he’d ever referred to him without any malice in his voice.
“We just broke up, it… it was never going to work between us. He’s in love with y/n… you know that.”
“Ok… so what’s he going to do then?” He looks over her shoulder again back at Eddie.
“Well, he’s going to tell her too. Right after whatever happens here… waiting to give me a lift if I need it.”
“Well, she’s here right now so…”
“Oh, um… I guess both of us should go then? Right, we’ve like interrupted date night or something?” She turns to leave, he stops her with a hand on her shoulder.
“No.”
She turns back, “What do you mean ‘no’?”
“I… I want you back. Have since the moment you left.”
“What… what about y/n?”
“She’ll understand… trust me. And you said Eddie wanted to see her… tell him to come in.”
“Are you sure about that… I don’t really see that going too well.”
“Yeah, I’m sure. Just uh… tell him to be on his best behaviour, ok?”
Chrissy makes her way back to the van, when she reaches the driver-side door, Eddie rolls down the window.
“Well?” He asks expectantly.
“It uh… went well, I guess. Um y/n is here now. Jason said you should come in and talk to her.”
“She’s here now, fuck I should have guessed as much… I mean, why wouldn’t she be with her boyfriend on a Saturday night? Jesus, I’m a fucking idiot. What am I doing?” He palms at his forehead in frustration.
“Did you not hear me, I said it’s going well.”
“What do you mean?”
“Jason is going to take me back. Y/n is going to be single and he’s invited you in to talk to her. That’s something right?”
“Inside his house… ha what so he can see me crash and burn, so they can both laugh at me, while she crushes my heart?”
“Don’t be so dramatic, just give it a chance.”
“You really think it’ll go well?”
“Yes. Now get out of the damn van and get inside.”
When he gets to the door, Jason greets him stiffly, “Munson.”
Eddie narrows his eyes at him suspiciously, “Carver.”
“I should… I should probably tell you guys something first. Umm… y/n and I dating was never real… I uhh, I wanted to make Chrissy jealous. Jealous enough that she’d take me back so I got y/n to help me.”
“What? Why would she even agree to that?” Eddie face sets into a frown.
“Well, the agreement was that from the moment, our little thing started from there on out I’d have to be nicer to you…” he nods in his direction, “and to all the other Hellfire members.”
“That seems kinda dumb.”
“Well, it was she thought so too, but I guess she thought it was worth it to protect her friends?” He shrugs.
“So, you gonna go up and talk to her? Sort your own shit out, while the two of us,” He gestures between himself and Chrissy, “can work our shit out too.”
“Uh, yeah sure. Which way am I goin’?” He eyes him suspiciously.
“Just up the stairs, first door on the left. We were just watching a movie.”
Eddie nods and makes his way upstairs.
He opens the door with a shaky, sweaty hand.
“Jason, who was at the door? What took so long?” You ask without looking away from the screen, snuggled down into the covers.
“Uhhh… not Jason…” He stands there awkwardly rubbing at the back of his neck, the sound of his voice surprises you, head snapping towards him.
“Eddie, what the fuck are you doing here? Why the fuck did Jason let you in?”
“We need to talk.”
“Yeah, save it. I don’t need any more judgemental bullshit from you… can’t stand to see the way you look at me now… so full of hate.” Tears spring to life in your eyes, you turn away from him.
“No, it’s not like that. Do you really think Jason would let me in if I was here to do that… on that note, I am soooo sorry for what I said to you that day. Words cannot express how sorry I am.”
You can’t bring yourself to look at him as you remember the harsh words the two of you had exchanged, guilt sweeping over you, “I-I’m sorry too, I didn’t mean the shit I said to you… it’s just you really hurt me, and I know that’s no excuse but…”
“No, I get it, I get it… I was just lashing out because I was hurt too.”
“I know… I should have known that dating Jason would hurt you I just…”
“You wanted to make Chrissy jealous? For him? So, they could get back together”
“What… how…?”
“Jason. Jason told me. Told me how it was all his idea, that the only reason you even went along with his dumbass plan was so he’d be nicer to me and the other Hellfire guys. It worked by the way, they’re both downstairs talking it out.”
“Shit… I’m sorry that was a really fucking shitty thing for me to do. I’m sorry you lost your girlfriend.”
“Don’t be, it worked out for me too.”
“What does that mean?”
“Well, I didn’t really love her… I love you.”
“Don’t.”
“Wh-what?”
“Don’t. You don’t mean that. Did Jason say something? Did he tell you how I feel about you?”
“H-how you feel about me? Y/n, how do you feel about me?” His heart palpitates, his palms sweat even more.
“Don’t play dumb Munson, I… I love you. I’ve loved you for as long as I can fucking remember…”
He interrupts you with a fervent, teary kiss. You hesitate a moment before reciprocating, melting into his touch.
You break away from him suddenly, “What are you doing Eddie? Why now? I don’t want to just be your rebound while you get over Chrissy.”
“Jesus, I forget how stubborn you can be. I. Don’t. Care. About. Chrissy. I love you. I’ve always loved you… don’t you get that?”
“You’re serious?”
“Of course, I’m fucking serious! Now kiss me again.” He demands.
You pull him back in for another kiss, then all at once you realise where you are. Kissing Eddie in Jason Carver’s bed and you pull away again.
“Um… sorry Eds, but I don’t think we should be doing this here.”
“Oh shit, you’re right.” He giggles, “You want me to take you home? Or we could go to my place if you’d prefer? I’ve got the van downstairs and I think Chrissy will be ok to stay here.”
“Yeah… your… your place sounds good.”
You make your way downstairs to find Jason and Chrissy making out in the hall, you grin and clear your throat.
They snap apart, Chrissy looks away bashfully as Jason looks over to you, “So, how’d it go?” he asks, more towards you.
“It uh… it went well. I’m guessing it went well for you two as well?”
He nods, “Did you two…” he gestures between Eddie and yourself, “… did you tell each other how you feel?”
“Yes, we did.” Eddie answers firmly, “And we’ll be going now.”
He looks to over to her, “You gonna be ok to stay here, Chrissy?”
She nods, looking up at the pair of you, “Yeah, I’m good. I’ll see you guys around I guess.”
“Yeah sure. Let’s… let’s head out y/n. Leave these two to their… reunion.” He smirks.
You nod and follow him to his van.
Seated beside him, his brash music playing softly in the background “So, I guess all of that worked out in the end, huh?”
He grins at you, “It did… in like a weird, roundabout kind of way.” His face twists into a grimace, “Does this mean I should be thanking Carver?”
“Maybe not that far, but I think he’ll be more civil towards you from now on at least.” You shrug. “Anyway, lets get back to your place, so we can have some more fun.”
“Oh, geez… hang on we’ll be there in no time.”
You laugh at his response, “Well someone’s eager.”
“Yeah, yeah we got a lot of lost time to make up for you know.” He waves a hand in your direction.
Before you know it, you’re back in his trailer, Wayne still isn’t home, not due back for another couple hours.
Eddie ushers you inside overly excited, his motions remind you of a puppy, bounding along, looking back at you over his shoulder.
“You wanna… go to my bedroom?” He asks voice laden with purpose.
It wouldn’t be the first time you’d been in his room, nowhere near it, but the air was heavy with expectation tonight.
He continues a little rushed, “We don’t have to do anything, especially if you’re not one hundred percent comfortable with it-”
You cut him off, “Eddie, relax I’ve been in your bedroom a thousand times it’s no big deal… and I do want to kiss some more… if that’s ok with you?”
“Oh, sweetheart that is more than ok with me.”
“Yeah? Let’s go then.”
He grabs your arm, pulling you along all the way. He practically launches himself at the bed and you tumble along after him giggling.
“I’m not going anywhere you know, you don’t have to fall over yourself to get here.”
“Promise you’re not going anywhere?” He pouts up at you, looking at you with those big brown eyes.
“I promise. Now kiss me Munson, like you mean it.”
He dives in kissing you clumsily, messily, but you don’t mind because it’s Eddie… after all this time pinning after him, you were here.
Your hands wander into his long curls as things begin to heat up. His hands begin to wander too, but he pulls away, “I-is this ok?” He gasps breathily.
“Perfect Eddie.” You grab one of his hands guiding it to your breast, “You can touch me wherever you want, ok?”
“You mean that? Like… really anywhere?”
“Absolutely.”
“This… this is your first time, right? I mean…” He trails off.
You know what he’s getting at, “Yes, it’s my first… nothing ever happened between Carver and me… it was never real.”
“And how far do you want to go tonight? ‘Cause I am more than fine keeping it just like this, we don’t have to do more…”
“Eds, relax honestly, look at me.” He looks deep into your eyes, and you proceed, “I am ready to give you anything you want tonight. If that means we go all the way, great. If that means we just lay here making out and groping that’s great too. Just know that I want you too.”
“I can’t believe this is actually happening.” He gasps.
“So, what do you want Eddie?”
“I want you, all of you… but I’m not… I’m not very experienced… I’ll try to make it good for you. Your first time should be…special-”
You press a finger to his lips halting his babble, “I know, and it will be special because it’s with you.”
“Fuck… ok, yeah…” He groans before capturing your lips with his own once more both yours and his eyes fluttering closed. His hands move to slip beneath your shirt and his calloused fingers fumble with the clasp of your bra for a moment before it releases.
He moves to the front of your chest, sliding his hands between the loose cups of your bra to cup your tits, squeezing them gently. When he rolls over one of your nipples you moan into his mouth. He matches the sound with one of his own, grinding his hips against your clothed core and you can feel the hard line of his cock.
You pull away from him, his lips follow yours for a moment, his eyes snap open searching for yours. You reach down gripping the hem of your shirt you pull it over your head, your bra follows along shortly after. He gapes at your bare chest and you giggle at his expression and tease, “Like what you see Munson?”
“Fuck you have the most perfect tits… can I… can I suck on them?”
“Remember, anything you want.” You answer.
He swoops in, ducking his head, tongue laving at your breasts occasionally pressing sloppy kisses to them. You move to straddle one of his legs, grinding down on it. He gasps against your skin. You tug on his shirt, “Can I see you too, please?”
“With pleasure.” He pulls away from your chest, hooking a hand into the bottom of his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it away blindly. You run your hands down his now exposed chest coming to rest at his belt-buckle, you look deep into his eyes, “Is this ok?”
“Yes, yes, god yes.” He whimpers.
You unbuckle his belt, undo the zip and slide his jeans down his thighs, eyes locking onto the bulge in his boxers.
You look back up at him, “You got condoms, right?”
“Absolutely, bedside table… by the ashtray.”
You clamber off of him pulling down your pants as you go, you can hear Eddie ridding himself of his own jeans completely. You spot the dusty blue box and pluck it out of the clutter moving back to the bed.
You look at him, both of you left in nothing but your underwear. You hand him the box and he sets it down beside him, “Sweetheart, you’re going to need a little more prep before we get into it.”
“What like… fingering and stuff?”
“Uh, yeah sure… um could I try… eating you out… I really, really like that…”
“Yeah… ok we can do that.” You agree shyly.
He beckons you over, “Lay down for me.”
You take a seat on the bed leaning back lengthways, resting against his pillow.
He crawls up to you, resumes kissing you slowly beginning to trail down your neck. Your eyes close and you whimper in response, he continues further down over your torso until he reaches the waistband of your panties. He pulls them down gently, easing them off of your legs and tossing them aside too.
“So pretty.” He mumbles to himself before diving in and pressing a kiss to your folds.
“So wet too.” He groans.
His tongue moves to lap up your juices and you gasp. He probes your entrance a few times with the tip of his tongue before running it all the way up to your clit. He grins against you when you jolt at the sensation, running a hand up your leg squeezing at your thigh before bringing it to join his tongue.
He spreads your slick over your folds, before slowly slipping two digits into your entrance. He crooks them against your spongy walls and you tangle your hands into his hair again gasping out his name. He groans against you and the vibrations are something else. Your hips rock against his face of their own accord.
You can feel yourself gushing over his fingers, a tension mounting somewhere deep in your belly as he stretches your slick walls with his hand. His other hand comes to press down on your stomach limiting the motion of your hips, but doubling the sensation.
Soon your legs are trembling either side of his head, you tug on his curls firmly. A tingly sensation spreads from your cunt to the extremities of your limbs. You call out his name again as you pulse on his fingers and flood his tongue with your release.
His fingers slip out while you’re coming down from your high and you release his locks. He looks up at you face slick with your juices and his drool, he makes no move to wipe it off. Just grins at you and asks, “Did you like that?”
You pant out, “Jesus fucking Christ Eddie, that was amazing… not experienced my ass.”
“What… I’m not.” He insists.
“Ok, if you say so… but goddamn that tongue of yours is good.”
He chuckles, “Thank you for the review, I appreciate the feedback.”
You slap his arm, “Ok, come on… you think I’m ready now?”
“Yeah… yeah let’s go.” He fumbles for the box of condoms. Pulling one out, he looks down at you, “Now, you are sure about this?”
“Oh my god, Eddie if you ask me one more time if I’m ‘sure about this’ I’m going to slap you in the fucking face… just fuck me already.”
“Ok message received loud and clear.” He surrenders.
He rolls his boxers down wriggling out of them, his flushed, weepy cock bounces out, bobbing between his legs. He tears open the condom and grips the length of his shaft. He lines up the condom with the head of his cock, moving to pinch the tip of it rolling it down over his length smoothly.
You watch every motion eagerly and he gives his length a few pumps with his hand before turning to you, you see him open his mouth to speak but you beat him to it, “I swear to god Munson if you ask one more time if I’m sure, that’s it…”
“I wasn’t, I swear… I was just going to say, I love you and I really hope I can make this feel good for you.”
“Aww, Eddie come here…” You pull him in by the back of his neck, kissing him in earnest and he reciprocates.
He pulls back, “Ok now let me just…” his little tongue pokes out between his teeth as he grips the base of his dick and runs the tip through your slippery folds a few times, fully focused on his motions.
He rests at your entrance, just pushing in ever so slightly before looking back to you, “You ready? It might… it might hurt a little, but I’ll go slow. Let me know if you need me to stop, ok?”
You hum in response, “Mhmmm… I’m ready... and I love you too Eddie.”
Slowly he eases himself into you, inch by inch, you grit your teeth against the slight burn. He drops a hand to circle your clit and the pleasure overtakes any pain. You whimper and moan, as he coos down at you thrusting shallowly, “Look at you taking me so well, such a good girl for me. That feel good?”
You nod biting your lip in an attempt to hold back your moans.
“Let me hear you sweetheart, please… wanna hear all the noises you make.”
You break at his words, whining, “God… fuck… Eddie, please more… faster or something, need more.”
He increases his pace one hand still circling your clit the other moving to grope your tits.
“Yes, fuck… just like that Eddie.” Your walls begin fluttering around him as he groans above you, sweat collecting on his brow, hair hanging in his face, panting loudly.
You writhe beneath him as you spasm on his cock, clamping down on him. His hips begin losing their rhythm and he growls, “Fuck… gonna cum… hngh… gonna cum for you.”
He stills, buried deep inside you and you feel him twitch and throb as he unloads into the condom.
He pulls out and rolls over, collapsing beside you gasping for breath. He removes the soiled condom tying it off and tossing it over the edge of the bed. He turns his head to look at you, breathing out, “Fuck that was good, did I mention I love you? How was it for you?”
You giggle, “Yes you’ve mentioned it multiple times now and it was good for me too, thank you Eddie.” You reach over and stroke his hair, he leans in to your touch.
“So, uh… what now?” He mumbles.
“Umm… I dunno we go out on a date I guess, the usual boyfriend/girlfriend stuff.” You shrug.
“We kinda did this a little backwards, you’re supposed to date before you have sex, right?”
“Well, I think in our case we can make an exception, don’t you?”
“Uh yeah, I’m not exactly complaining I just think it’s kinda funny.”
You giggle, “Yeah and all it took was us dating the completely wrong people for the wrong reasons.”
“It’s where we ended up that counts though. How about we clean up and you spend the night? I can give you some clothes to sleep in.”
“Sounds wonderful.” You grin back at him.
When Wayne gets home, he peeks his head into Eddie’s room to check on him, force of habit by now. He’s a little surprised to see you there, wrapped up with him under the covers all snuggled up.
He decides to leave it til morning, talk to the pair of you properly then. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t see this coming, but he wasn’t sure when Eddie had broken things off with his other girl… or if he even had. He shakes his head, all questions for tomorrow, he needed sleep now too.
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